#morgan is her girlfriend

[palmettoshitposts]

foxes post-canon twitter bios 🫶🏽 (2/2)

[the-judicial-assistants-notebook]

She must have been angry a lot, huh? For them to both pick this up. Mia has a variation, too, though we only ever see it from the side:

And she changes it even more during the Ini Miney case, like she's trying to remove all traces of Morgan's influence from her:

Dahlia does a pretty good job of that, but, just like she dies doing precisely what her mother wants, there's always a part of Morgan left in her:

And, of course, you have the civilian casualty:

[outpouringstorm]

all my best friends are dykes and fags and my best dyke had a boyfriend he’s silly we like him

[taydaq]

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[sevensforasecret]

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[reformedpeasant]

tell me, do you still love me like that?

[scorndotexe]

i've got my girlfriends (fictional men that i like in a specific way), my murderous wives (fictional women or women-adjacent that Like To Kill), and my doomed daughters (dead girls that i've adopted in my mind)

[rottengurlz]

I decided to start the alien romance but I’m also going to be starting a dowry of blood by s.t. gibson so I can get the best of both worlds alien freaks and bi vampires <3

[depressedwetnapkin]

An average day in the dorms

Bex: Doing pushups

Cammie: Doing homework on Bex's back

Liz: Studying and definitely not staring at Bex's muscles

Macey: Painting her nails and is also staring at Bex's muscles

[yuichiroswife]

{ Guess who's birthday is today~? Me! }

[palmettoshitposts]

matt boyd’s big sister (more kefu oc’s)

matt has known stevie boyd-yi all his life - shes his half sister, after all, but post-canon they get a lot closer.

stevie - who exclusively answers to stevie, never anything else. she’ll actually kill you if you call her stephanie - is five years older than matt. she’s never been super close with their father - her mum died when she was young and their dad was never a hands on father. he didn’t tend to be abusive, just very neglectful. stevie had really happy memories of growing up with matt and randy around. when donald and randy split, causing randy and matt to move away, she was devastated. for many years though, stevie was a regular and welcome visitor at randy’s. after dropping off the radar for a bit, at 16 she appeared on randy’s doorstep and moved in with them. she was unusually cagey about the final straw but randy knows what donald is like. 11 year old matt is just thrilled to have his big sister around.

at 18, stevie gets the opportunity to study applied sports science in edinburgh - somewhere she knew her mum had spent a lot of time. despite feeling sad about leaving randy - who she calls mum more often than not - and matt behind, she leaps at the opportunity. while there, she gets as chance to develop her boxing skills, something randy had begun to teach her and loves every minute of it. she also throws herself into every other sport she can, although she doesn’t think shes mad enough for exy.

in edinburgh, stevie meets wiccan philosophy student who looks like she’s stepped straight out of a fairy tale called morgan. morgan is potentially the definition of hyper-femininity and her whimsical charm has stevie hanging on every single word. morgan knows it as well and is fortunately - for an unusually bashful stevie - incredibly forward, if a little hard for stevie to understand at first - her accent is very thick (something that has stevie practically swooning). they start dating soon after and very quickly move in together.

theres something about morgan’s unfazed calm that balances stevie’s endless energy perfectly. throughout their degrees, they live in each others pockets. after graduating, stevie gets the opportunity to box locally and morgan gets her masters degree. they settle down in a bizarre domestic bliss that stevie never thought she would have. it’s so unlike the way she saw randy and her father interact, although anything involving her father was not the best example of a relationship. or parenting. or just being a human being.

the year matt and his foxes win the championship, stevie receives a call. it’s not unusual, she speaks to randy most weeks. but randy is unusually tentative. stevie just, not unkindly, tells her to spit it out. randy explains shes secured funding for a psu fox style project in the boxing world in new york and could really do with some advice. she knows stevie is happy in edinburgh - shes visited enough times to see that - but she can’t think of anyone else shed want to go into business with. in a bizarre serious of coincidences, morgan has found someone to supervise her phd at columbia university in new york. that solves randy’s issue and within a week, they’ve moved from edinburgh and randy and stevie are scouting locations for randy’s ring.

matt, who stevie has spoken to weekly since leaving, is thrilled to have his sister back. stevie ends up spending a small fortune on plane tickets between nyc and columbia to begin with, excited to be able to see matt so easily. one thing matt didn’t account for was how his friends would react to stevie. shes nearly six foot tall and pure muscle yet more feminine than she thinks she is and very, very beautiful. when the foxes meet her, dan, allison and renee all fall slightly in love with her. neil is just confused because he didn’t realise matt had a sister - he presumed any talk of ‘stevie’ was about a dog. matt is kinda concerned his best friend is so unobservant about somethings and not others.

the sticking point between matt and stevie is how they feel about their dad. matt knows that his dad and sister dont have a relationship - his relationship with their dad is shaky at best but matt keeps up the hope that some day he will apologise for how he’s acted and refuses to cut him out in the way stevie had done. stevie kept vaguely in touch after leaving herself but her final straw was hearing - on the other side of the fucking world - what had happened to matt. she was so fucking angry that it had happened. she doesn’t say anything, though. matt knows they’re not in contact but he doesn’t know how fucking angry stevie still is over it.

it comes to a head, like most things with the foxes, when they’re tipsy and hanging out. stevie and morgan are down in columbia for the weekend with all of the foxes. they’re not at at edens but a quaint little bar they found down the road that they now frequent. someone - in all their wisdom - decides that it’s time to bring up dad’s, a mistake in any fox conversation.

stevie is boarding on drunk when she says “yeah, well, i dont speak to my dad because he has that annoying habit of getting his kids hooked on drugs.” shes aiming for humour but it doesn’t even land.

matt tenses, he has a really complicated range of emotions about this. he knows deep down that his father is responsible but a small part of him always reminded him he was a teenager, not a defenceless kid. he said yes. he shouldn’t have been offered drugs - especially not hard drugs like that - but he said yes.

matt just tersely replies “i’d hardly call it a habit, stevie, it happened once.”

he never calls her stevie, only steve. it’s a childhood habit that stuck. in that moment, it felt wrong.

“twice,” stevie corrects as though it was obvious but then her brain finally catches up. matt doesn’t know.

“stevie”

“what? that piece of shit got us both hooked on drugs, you know?” she really needs to shut up.

“what the fuck are you on about? you’re joking”

“that would be a shit joke”

“you have to be joking, thats not true.”

“tell that to the fucking rehab centre i spent nearly six months in at sixteen.”

“stevie” it’s morgan now. shes calm and gentle, yet firm. shes the voice of reason. she removes stevie from the situation, her insanely long hair tickling stevies arms slightly, and tells matt to meet them tomorrow afternoon once they’ve both sobered up. she gives matt a hug and tells dan - who’s also become a friend to the couple - to look after him.

they meet the next day. matt, dan, stevie and morgan. stevie can’t stop crying. she hadn’t stopped all night. neither her nor morgan really slept. morgan just held stevie and let her feel. she was definitely drunker than she thought and she never intended it to come out that way. matt’s more hung up on the fact she never told him.

“you were too young to begin with,” stevie says, trying not to cry any more, “and then he’d fucking done it again. i felt guilty, matt, i shouldn’t have left. i should have been around when mum had to go away.”

matt nods almost emotionlessly. he’s not agreeing with stevies statement at all - it’s not her fucking fault - but he is digesting it. dans hand is reassuringly on his thigh the whole time. he eventually has one more question. “has he apologised to you?”

stevie chooses her words carefully. she doesn’t want anger to take over here. she needs to be rational and calm. she shakes her head. “i think the fact he did it again just solidifies the fact he doesn’t feel bad. but that doesn’t mean you have to cut him out, matt.”

matt doesn’t full on block his father like stevie had done but any closeness and familiarity has faded. despite the difficulties (and things they unpack together in therapy) stevie and matt become closer than ever.

randy’s ring really takes off - a project for kids like matt and stevie, and all of the foxes - they open up more and more locations. stevie is at randys side the whole time and matt couldn’t be prouder.

but stevies had enough of being a boyd. matt becomes a wilds and stevie decides, before her wedding (which has surprisingly take a while - they waited for morgan to get her phd) that she wants a different name. morgan has no real connection to her family and isn’t fussed about keeping her name. stevie’s keeping yi - the only tangible connection to her mother - but the other part she wants isn’t necessarily hers to take. after a boxing session after hours at the ring with randy, they’re pulling off the gloves and talking about where to go for dinner. stevie stops her for a minute.

“how would you feel,” she says slowly, very unsure of herself, “if i changed my name?”

“go for it, kid, do whatever you want.” randy is entirely bemused as to why stevie is asking for permission.

“i mean my surname. i obviously want to keep the yi but i was wondering about williams? my lovely wife and i could be the yi-williams.”

williams. randy williams. her eyes filled with tears and she tackles her daughter (blood be damned) into a hug.

“baby, that sounds like a brilliant idea”

matt, naturally, loses his shit over this and absolutely fucking loves it. stevie is entirely his sister, no matter what people want to say.

(matt eventually becomes a stay at home dad while dans out there killing it as a coach. their three children grow up around randys ring, with their grandma and doting aunties stevie and morgan)

[mbavyuri]

anyway for some reason i am getting an INSANE urge to rewatch mbav... maybe just one episode.... or a season....? hmmmm

[luveline]

BABE i miss badass bau!reader!!! do you feel up to write something about her and spencer? 🫣🫣

—Spencer comforts you, even when you think you don’t need it. fem, 1.2k

You’d think that agents and staff working for the Behavioural Analysis Unit would use a little subtlety when gossiping about their coworkers. It’s in the name. You’re a profiler, after all, but you wouldn’t need to be to know that the sudden quiet that falls over the kitchenette area when you walk in is for a reason. 

You’re determined to act unbothered. Only, it’s high school all over again, the whispering and the staring boring holes in the back of your head, and you’re thinking What are they saying about me? What have you done now? 

Flustered, you make a cup of herbal tea and forget it on the counter by the sink. Humiliated, you rush back to your desk. 

Spencer doesn’t look up as you sit. Your desks are together again for now, but who knows what whim will have Hotch separating you again. Last time it had been for ‘enabling bad behaviour’. 

So what if Spencer likes to talk? He’d only think all the things he’s saying to himself. You’re speeding up the process if anything by listening. Plus, whatever the others might think, he’s interesting, smart and funny and he deserves to be listened to when he wants to tell you things. 

“Hey,” you say, trying to push the humiliation brewing in your chest back to a quiet place. 

“Hey,” he says. He talks to you in a way he doesn’t with the others. He’s more relaxed, less exuberantly friendly and more like a true friend. 

He’s the only one in this whole office you’d ever want to sit next to every day. “Hi. What are you reading?” 

Spencer folds his novel closed over his hand, an answer on his lips that stutters and fades. “Hey, are you okay?” 

“I’m fine.” 

“You look unhappy.” 

It’s that unfortunate moment that Morgan decides to arrive, a cup of coffee in one hand, a brown paper bag in the other. He shrugs out of his leather jacket, eyeing you both where you’ve stopped your conversation, the slight light of smugness to his eyes as he says, “Doesn’t she always?” 

“Around you, Morgan, yes,” you say, turning your body fully to your computer. “That would be accurate.” 

Morgan laughs heartily. “You love me.” 

Maybe. You certainly don’t like him. Or, you’re annoyed with him most of the time. You wonder occasionally if he and the rest of your teammates are emotionally blind, considering the way they treat Spencer. Everybody makes their funny ‘harmless’ jokes, you’ve never understood why. They’re profilers, aren’t they? Can’t they tell it hurts his feelings?  And they love to tell you that Spencer’s your soft spot, he is, but he’s also a nice boy who wants to be listened to above all else, so you’re a little bitter about it. You weren’t too sweet to begin with. 

Today, you aren’t in the mood. You ignore Morgan and open your emails. 

“You want tea?” Spencer asks, standing from his desk. 

“No.”

“You always have tea in the morning. I’ll make it. Sit tight.” 

You follow Spencer’s figure as he leaves. Morgan wiggles his eyebrows at you from across the divider. 

“Do you ever think about taking him out?” Morgan asks. 

“That’s an inappropriate question,” you say. You aren’t monotone, but you certainly don’t bustle with emotion either.

“You like him, he likes you.” 

That’s exactly what Spencer needs, you think bitterly, the moody girlfriend, another thing to make him an outsider.

“You make each other happy,” Morgan continues.

“You get the same blueberry muffin every day,” you say, clicking an email attachment Hotch sent this morning distractedly, the temptation to roll your eyes at an all time high, “will you marry the baker?” 

“I could. His wife might not like the idea.” 

You hold in a smile. You sort of maybe do love Morgan, even when he’s prying. Better when Spencer returns and Morgan asks about the younger man’s weekend trip to Quantico’s seven floor library. 

“It was awesome,” Spencer says, putting a mug down in front of your keyboard, his palm still warm from the mug taking temporary station on your shoulder. “There were more books about inmate crime than there were dictionaries. Is that okay?” 

You take a sip of your tea. “It’s perfect,” you confess once you’ve swallowed. How does he know how you like it? He must steep it just as you do. Even the water level. You’d think it were the tea you’d left behind if it wasn’t in a new mug, scalding hot. 

“Morgan, could you excuse us, please? For five minutes?” Spencer asks. 

Your eyes widen of their own accord. Morgan makes flirty winky faces to hide his concern and meanders up the steps to Hotch’s office, pointedly looking away from the bullpen and your mess of desks. 

“What’s going on?” you ask. 

“I was hoping you’d tell me,” Spencer says. 

He’s wearing his glasses today, a rare sight these days, less so at the office when you’re sure there won’t be a case to go on. His hair curls at the base of his neck and flicks out under his ears, brown eyes like the flat of a mirror against the light, dark and deep. You wince when you realise you’ve been looking him over intensely, averting your eyes to the cup of tea warming your fingers. 

“You know you can tell me anything,” he says. 

“Sure.” 

“I’d defend you. Just like you would for me.” 

You drag your eyes to his. “I don’t know what you mean.” 

“I mean, if you want me to go fight your corner, I will.” 

“Who says I need that?” 

“It’s Madge, right? The blonde woman with the pearl earrings. She and Andrea monopolise the kitchen in the morning and talk about all of us.” 

You hate profilers, but you could never hate Spencer. You can’t find it in yourself to be upset that he’s worked out what perturbed you so quickly. 

You cross your arms over your chest, leaning back in your desk chair slowly. “There’s no point arguing with them, babe, you’d end up at Human Resources by the end of the day forced to write an apology letter.” 

Spencer looks like he wants to touch you again, hand heistant, fingers moving as though he’s typing curled into his palm. “I’ll stick up for you if you want me to. I don’t care if they make me write a letter.” 

“Can’t argue over silence,” you say.

It’s a kind offer, and he really is so handsome. Everybody else in the office might drive you up the wall but he’s a sweetheart, through and through. 

“I like when you smile. Doesn’t happen much,” he murmurs. 

If it were anyone else, you’d tell them to fuck off. “Thank you, Spencer. I like your smile too.” 

He leans down for a hug. Again, if it were anyone else, you’d wriggle out of reach and give a speech on boundaries, but it’s him. He folds his arms behind your head and back, encouraging your face into the crook of his neck as he bends to meet you, gentle even when you don’t hug him back. “Don’t listen to anybody,” he says, rubbing your shoulder with his thumb. 

“I don’t.” 

“Who cares if they’re talking about us?” Spencer asks. 

You touch his waist. “Not me.” 

[inkdrinkerworld]

Hi fawn 🏞️ what do you think bau!reaction would be to early spencer reid having a really hot girlfriend when they come to his house for some reason and a girl comes to answer the door with a robe and messy hair?

There’s an incessant knocking at Spencer’s front door but the man is sound asleep beside you.

His eyelashes look soft and pretty like the rest of him and you fight hard not to brush a finger against the crush of them.

You can also see some of the marks you’d left on him the night before- purple mottling bruises along his collarbones and chest that make you smile.

Taking pity on him, you kiss his browbone and slip into one of his old shirts and shove your feet into slippers before padding out to the front door.

On the other side of the door you can make out talking, “Wonder if he’s okay?” You hear a girl say and then, “It’s Spencer, he can hold his own.” Says a male one and then there’s another male voice that says, “If he doesn’t open this door in the next second I’m kicking it in Garcia.”

So you open it, using half of the door to block your body from view.

“Morning, can I help you?” You’re vaguely aware of the fact that there’s four FBI looking agents standing before you while you’re just wearing your boyfriend’s discarded shirt and you want to flush but what can you do- it’s hardly even eight o’clock.

“Yes you can,” says a bald man, Morgan you assume from Spencer’s recounts of his friends. “Where’s Spencer, sweetheart?”

You frown, “Asleep. Do you need him for work?”

A girl in a bright orange skirt shakes her head, “Oh you’re gorgeous! Hi I’m Penelope, that’s Derek, there’s JJ, Hotch.” The man named Hotch clears his throat, giving you a tiny smile.

“We do sorry. Can you get him?” He asks politely and you nod, eyeing them all a little. They’re all looking at you like you’ve grown three heads, a mixture of shock (from Penelope and JJ), pride (from Derek) and something akin to knowing on Hotch’s face.

You’re about to shut the door to get your boyfriend when you feel him right behind you. “Spence, your friends are here,”

Derek whistles and you catch sight of the marks visible on your boyfriend and you feel a little embarrassed. “Okay pretty boy, I see you!” JJ smacks Derek who groans and laughs a little.

He kisses the crown of your head, “Sorry, angel.” He whispers, still knuckling sleep from his eyes. “I’ll be ready in twenty minutes.” He says to his team who all nod.

“We’re in the SUV.” Hotch says, Penelope nods, giving you a bright smile.

“It was so nice to meet you! We have to go for drinks sometime!”

JJ laughs, “It was nice to meet you.” You nod, a little smile on your face.

Derek claps Spencer on his shoulder and gives you a nod before Spencer closes the door, you can just faintly make out, “Spencer’s got game!” As it shuts.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know they’d show up at my door.” Spencer says softly and you shrug.

“That’s your job Spence, it’s unpredictable. Can we squeeze coffee into those twenty minutes?” Spencer smiles, all tired and lovely.

“Yeah I can, let me shower first and I’ll be down for five minutes of morning coffee.”

[allywthsr]

24hrs with Lando | (l.norris)

summary: you also follow Lando‘s daily routine in the new quadrant video

wordcount: 1.8k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of smut

notes: requested! Kinda rushed and don’t like it as much as I hoped I would :/

requests are closed!

When the doorbell rang, Lando jumped up from the couch and opened the door, today was going to be hard, but fun, you knew it. You followed Lando and welcomed Ethan and Morgan to your Monaco home, after a quick hug you also said hello to the camera, it wasn’t unusual for you to be in front of the camera, and being Lando Norris’ girlfriend comes with that. Because you were a fan favorite, they wanted you to join him for the next a day in the life video, and who were you to deny their wishes?

The day started with showing the boys and the crew around your apartment, Morgan breaking the case of Lando’s trophy and the next thing was breakfast.

The overnight oats weren’t on your normal breakfast schedule, you were more of a toast person, but for the sake of the video you ate it, making the same jokes as Ethan, saying you were full after a few bites. You stood next to Lando and offered him the rest of yours, he actually kind of liked what he was eating, and wasting food wasn’t good, so he happily ate the rest of yours.

“Yo mate, wanna eat mine too? I only spit slightly in it.“

“Nah, I’m good, I don’t care about Y/N’s spit, but I don’t want to eat yours.“

“I bet you don’t care about her spit, probably eating different things too.“

Lando laughed high-pitched and you blushed, thinking about this morning where he went down on you, making you moan and yanking on his hair until you two really had to get up.

The kitchen was filled with laughter and jokes until it was time for the workout, this was something you were used to, often joining Lando for a workout, but your own workout. You and Jon had created a workout specifically made for you, you weren’t training your neck, but a full-body workout was almost on the daily agenda.

You all went to the small home gym, and Lando looked for the resistance bands.

“They might be in our bedroom.“

“How’ve the workout bands made it to the bedroom?“, Ethan asked while Lando went and grabbed them off his bedside table, again, you blushed and turned around, so you faced the wall, laughing quietly. While the boys gasped you remembered the night before, you two forgot your handcuffs at the last hotel you were in and forgot to get new ones, so yesterday Lando wanted to tie your hands up, he couldn’t think of something else to use but the workout bands, quickly grabbing them from the gym and he could finally tie your hands to the headboard. Clearly forgetting to put them back in the morning.

When Lando came back and found the three of you giggling, well, Ethan and Morgan and you stood against the wall blushing, he knew what the topic was, a slight red tone covered his cheeks as well, he wasn’t ashamed of what people would think, but he knew his friends wouldn’t let him live that down easily.

“I’m not going to comment on that“, Lando grinned and put an arm around your shoulder while turning you back around.

The workout wasn’t as fun as the breakfast was, Lando showed the exercise before the three of you repeated it, and you did work out, but Lando’s workout was harder and with more weight than yours was, lets not even begin with the neck training, you saw Lando suffering every day, but doing it yourself was probably the hardest thing ever. You’ve tried it before, as a joke, Jon barely pulled on your neck, to not hurt it, but you almost cried when he did, and he barely used any weight.

You trusted Lando, and he knew to use barely any weight at all, he slightly pulled the thing on your head and you were already struggling to hold your head straight. With a pout, you looked at Lando and he knew that was your sign to stop, he removed the device from your head and kissed your forehead, to make up for causing you pain.

Morgan commented this with a quiet ‘Aww’, which you smiled away, you weren’t hiding the PDA in front of the camera, but you also didn’t shove it in anyone's face, which was why it always made you a little uncomfortable. You knew this would be all over Tumblr, TikTok, and Reddit when the video came out, you could already hear the comments, not that they would be bad, but the fangirls would freak out, good and bad.

The boys laughed while doing the neck workout, you also couldn’t keep your laugh in, it looked funny, but you weren’t better. The comments from the boys were the funniest too, especially when Ethan made that comment about being pulled by Lando into his crotch when Morgan said he would let go, you let out a laugh, “Y/N has let go before, I know that“, with a gasp, you hit him lightly on the shoulder.

When Lando did it, it was no surprise that he looked brilliant while doing it, you were used to pulling on the rope, Jon wasn’t always around and you tried it once, and weren’t too bad at it, so it was a normal thing for you. You had to almost put your whole body to work to challenge his neck, but you did it perfectly in his eyes.

Ethan and Morgan were surprised by how much power you could put in when doing that, Lando couldn’t be prouder of you, thanking you silently with a squeeze of his arms when you were done.

Next was the protein shake, this also wasn’t something new for you, Jon always provided a shake for you too, and you were happy that he included you like that, ordering you pre-made food when you tell him, you don’t have time to cook a meal.

After the shake, it was time for the cryotherapy, you’ve never done that before, and weren’t too opposed to trying it out either. You knew Lando wasn’t the biggest fan of it, and it wasn’t a normal coldness, it was fucking freezing. The cryotherapy wasn’t too far away from your apartment, so you walked there, getting some steps in and breathing some fresh air, everyone joked about it, but you knew they all would be shaking in a few minutes.

Because you didn’t want to stand there in your lingerie, you changed into a bathing suit and met with the guys in front of the door to the frozen hell, you were given gloves, masks, and the cute headbands, to keep the most important parts of the body somewhat warm. You did check out Lando in his boxers, and you loved the Calvin Kleins on him, the fabric did little to hide what he was trying to cover up, and that got you drooling, not only in your mouth, but you just hoped you couldn’t freeze from the inside.

Together with the boys you got in the cabin and looked at Lando with big eyes, you knew it would be cold, but you didn’t know it would be THAT cold.

When Lando said his mustache is frozen you couldn’t contain but make a little side comment: “Just shave it off then.“ He couldn’t believe you said that, he was proud of his beard and you knew it, you still needed to get used to it.

You crossed your arms in front of your chest to cover your hard nipples a little, right when you did, Lando mentioned how fragile his nipples felt, and the only thing you could do was nod. Yours hurt a lot, not only did they feel like they would fall off any second, but you felt serious pain in them. You prayed the three minutes would go over fast because you couldn’t stay in here longer, you tried to stay near Lando, to get some body heat off of him, but he was as cold as you were. He quickly knew what you were trying to do, so he pressed your chest to his’ and stroked your arms to create some warmth.

“It’s unfair, ginge, they have each other to keep warm, we need to cuddle too.“

Morgan pushed Ethan with a disgusted look away from him and they both laughed. When you pushed yourself away from Lando because it was time to leave, you accidentally touched his nipple, Lando commented: ”Ouch, Y/N, my nipple,“ which made you all burst out in laughter. You were extremely happy when you went through the door and finally felt the warmth of the room, it was way warmer than you thought before, thanks to the cold chamber.

Next was lunch, you were somewhat used to these meals, they weren’t a delicacy, but good enough to eat them, todays chicken teriyaki looked delicious, despite Morgan and Ethan saying otherwise. You and Lando dug into it, quietly rolling your eyes at the boys saying how disgusting it was, you‘d like to have a pizza now too, but that wasn’t on Lando’s meal plan, tho you might order some takeout later when you were sitting in front of the tv, but they didn’t need to know that. You chatted while eating and played some Jenga afterward, you were impressed at how high you were able to build the tower.

The last thing for the video was the simulator, which also wasn’t a new thing for you, especially at the beginning of your relationship, you often sat in the simulator and drove around the different tracks. It was a lot of giggles and snarky comments from Lando, but it was so much fun, you tried your best and almost ended up on top, but around the last corner you slipped off track and straight into the wall. But Lando kissed it better, the two boys made kissing sounds when he pressed some on your forehead, and you blushed again.

The rest of the day couldn’t be filmed because Lando had meetings with McLaren, and no one was allowed to be near him, in case someone could overhear some important things about the car and share it with the world. Lando trusted the boys, but it would be unfair for them to sit around in the flat and do nothing, so Lando send them on a helicopter ride.

In between meetings, Lando had his midday snacks, you stopped following his day because you had your own stuff to do, but after Lando finished all of his stuff, you two ordered some pizza to enjoy in front of the TV.

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[irndad]

Spencer laying in bed brushing readers hair and rubbing her back while she's asleep and then Derek walks in cause he has a key and Spencer refuses to move reader off him so Derek and Spence just talk in the room while reader sleeps ?

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Morgan is a great houseguest, usually. Well, a fine one. He knocks, and when Reid had moved into this place he’d bought Spencer a moderately priced bottle of red wine that has sat untouched in the months that have followed. Still, Spencer had given him a key both for professional reasons and personal ones. He liked to be accessible to Morgan.

Tonight, though, this feels like a mistake. This thing Spencer has with her feels delicate. She’s so lovely, warm and kind and came over to eat takeout on his couch after what seemed to be an incredibly long day. He’d called her on his way out from the office, eager to see her that night, and selfishly was incredibly pleased that she still wanted to come over despite her obvious fatigue. 

She’d put in a valiant effort into staying awake, and god, it was adorable to watch. He likes to watch her, study her like a detailed oil painting. Likes to watch how the light of the television bounces off her lashes and illuminates the lines of her gorgeous profile. He’d watched as her eyelids got heavy, and she fell into a light slumber. She’d leaned onto his shoulder, and then fell into his lap. 

“Are you okay with this?” He’d asked gently, nervous and endeared in equal measures. She’d nodded, and nuzzled into his soft tummy. 

He was immeasurably pleased.

Which brings us to Morgan, busting through door with his spare key, and the most aggressive shush he’s ever given him. Morgan saw a woman on his lap, and his eyes widened in bemused shock. 

“My man,” he whisper-laughed, and Spencer blushed a deep scarlet. 

“What do you need?” he tried to be friendly, but Spencer- he was distracted, alright. 

“I came over to go over a file,” Morgan said, “But if lover-boy is busy…”

“Shut up and sit down,” he says, eyes gesturing to the ottoman. Morgan quirked up his brow in questioning, gesturing towards his sleeping girlfriend. 

“She’s a deep sleeper. Talk quiet.”

When she wakes and she’s told that Morgan had seen her sleep, she’s so embarrassed Spencer thinks she might pop. It’s still so, so cute.