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Choose one or a couple of these, and I'll do my best to write a drabble or ficlet with that prompt and my muse and your muse. Let me know if you have stuff to add to the request prompt!

1. Playful!Reid: ~~Grace (freakytwinthing)~~
2. Murderous!Reid
3. Flailing!Reid: ~~Tyler (their_babyboy)~~
4. Incarcerated!Reid
5. Deviant!Reid
6. Ill!Reid
7. Intoxicated!Reid: ~~Dee (ihasataser)~~
8. Wildly Inappropriate!Reid: ~~Tony (6thseasonbuffy)~~
9. Eloquent!Reid
10. Cooking!Reid
11. Over-protective!Reid: ~~Grace (freakytwinthing)~~
12. Wanker!Reid
13. Silly!Reid
14. Romantic!Reid
15. Long-winded!Reid
16. Bedtime!Reid: Tyler (

their_babyboy)
17. Jealous!Reid
18. Inquisitive!Reid
19. Confused!Reid: Grace (

freakytwinthing)
20. Sexy!Reid: Tyler (

their_babyboy)
21. Angry!Reid
22. Dorky!Reid: Dee (

ihasataser)
23. Working!Reid: Tony (

6thseasonbuffy)
24. Needs-a-Hug!Reid
25. Choose-your-own!Reid

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Bedtime!Reid, or Flailing!Reid, or Sexy!Reid.

:D Also, drabbles or ficlets? :-P

Whichever one you feel happier with. :)

It only matters in how I approach the prompt! I mean, 100 words requires a pretty definite chunk... ficlets are more flexible!

Drabbles, then, as long or as short as you like :P :)

And Dee likes Dorky!Reid or Intoxicated!Reid, apparently. *facepalms*

Oh, he knows she likes dorky and intoxicated Reid on occasion!

UM. Confused and playful?

Got 'em!

I almost picked overprotective, but figured that might be a little out of place.

But if you're up for a challenge, go for that, too. :P

...ohman. He would be, all the Covenant boys have that. Chivalry complex amped up, power and wealth in a kind of aristocratic... responsibility? Hahahaha. Esp. with that icon... I think I actually have an idea for that one.

Neat! :O Go for it, then.

How about you put me down for 23 or 8? >D

^_^ You mean, even more wildly appropriate than usual? :-P

Also, for working, considering that he is still pre-med - I can gloss it over, but you can think about what Tony's doing by, let's say, four or five years later?

Considering it takes about eight years to work up through the ranks and become a director, we can say Tony's at least made it to First Assistant Director (or FAD lol) by then? And has pitched a few show ideas?

1AD! also, brain, stoppit, there's plenty to write and plot without starting to consider how Lee and Tony might get to work on different shows/gigs, and then, um, be reunited...

"So. A settled woman now, huh?"

"Well... yeah. Something like that. What about it?" Grace shifted. She seemed irritable, but otherwise fine. And a little bit showing. It was... interesting. Ahem, considering their shared memories and him poking at stuff he was going to be studying in med school.

"So. I can hang around with either of your brothers deciding that it's safer for all to try and shoot me?"

She snorted. "They wouldn't've."

"Yeah? I'd rather not find out you're wrong about that with a bullet in my asscheek."

"Oh, come on."

"What, you think either of them would've missed? Even a tightly packed target as this one is?"

That actually got her to chuckle. "Okay, not really. They've both hot much smaller targets."

Reid pouted. They laughed and talked a bit more; she made coffee which he inhaled in a manner that she commented would probably impress even her twin; he shrugged that off and asked for more. Eventually, he kissed her cheek and took his leave, wishing her all good things and to take care and a healthy baby and all that.

It wasn't until he left that she started finding the little things he'd hidden around the house. And he'd cheated about some of them, but she couldn't exactly know that. It was a bit like a treasure hunt around Chuck's house, and it drove her a little nuts... and at the same time, amused her not a little bit.

A few of the things he'd hidden were little baubles - or gift cards for things to treat herself with, shopping or spa or books; privilege of rich boys to give presents at a whim. Some were little ridiculous notes with jokes or outrageous stories, the kind that he tended to tell.

The last one she found was a note the corner of which was poking between a couple of loose boards. It read,

and, you know. If you ever want to just hang around with somebody for the laughs and shit, or shoot a bit of pool with somebody who you don't know all the tricks of by heart already... feel free to call.

- Reid.

Awwww! ♥ That's awesome.

He's adorable! And mischievous. And... you know. *g* And with him, no strings attached means no strings attached, he can really have fun with people after smecksing, so yay!

Friends are good for Gracie, y/y?

They are! She needs more of them!

So, here's one! Who isn't too stupid (ahem) and tends to make her laugh. So long as he doesn't get any bullets in his butt.

They were all of eight; in Tyler's case, barely that.

The mother of one of the girls from their class had volunteered to direct the school play; Reid saw a chance and snatched at it. Extra credit at school without teachers involved? Check. Staying away from home longer? Check. Finding out what the whole play thing was about? Check. A chance to get some laughs?

Check, check, check.

And since the week when the 'casting' was, Caleb and Pogue were still home with the mumps (and Reid was the one who'd caught that first and Tyler right with him, so the two of them were just back to school - and his energy levels were rocketing), the blond dragged his best-best friend to the 'auditions'.

Well and good; the volunteer director had no idea why about half the children cheered and the other half shifted uncomfortably when his name was read with the rest of them who'd be in. She thought that boys who looked like the two of them and seemed enthusiastic to be in the play (as opposed to being pressed into participation by eager parents) were a blessing.

By the second rehearsal, she thought she had been absolutely right. They were very responsive, as per their age group - and even beyond - and they'd even actually learned all their lines. It was a wonderful example for the rest. She was thinking - if she was doing it again next year, she might have them again, if they still wanted to do this kind of thing.

By the sixth rehearsal, she knew a hell of a lot better. Between pranks, stirring everybody on rehearsals, and talking god-knew what when she wasn't there (her own daughter had come home with a few words and a couple of stories that she said she knew from Reid that the mother would definitely rather she hadn't learned for... about a decade more), the blond boy was a handful - if just hinting that he might not be in the play anymore hadn't gotten everybody upset, she would have given his part to somebody else.

By the day of the performance... well. On the day of the performance, he was like a miniature, loud torpedo crossed over with a crazy ball.

Tyler was trying to keep up with him and keep him calm, at least a little, but the effect was actually only adding to the noise and fuss. That said, Reid was flailing only a little about forgetting lines or what he was supposed to do. A little more flailing ... no. A lot more flailing about everybody else forgetting their lines, what came after what, props, motions. After all, his friends would be there watching, right? He was also running all around the backstage, making sure everything was in place, everybody was there and dressed and made up, and no, tonight he wasn't doing any tricks (to everyone's relief), he was just ... gone nutty.

All up until the point when the director was told by one of the teachers that Reid's mother was there, and maybe they shouldn't actually tell him, since some kids actually got even more excited by their parents being there, and neither of them expected him to be within hearing...

... but the nose level dropped as though a switch had been flipped.

Tyler, who had been about three steps behind his friend's dead run almost bumped into his back, he skidded so suddenly. And then didn't move for a few moments. The younger boy walked around him and almost flinched. The blond's face was still, tense; his eyes kind of narrowed and his smile... well. Most kids their age did not do those sharp smiles, not really.

"Reid... you okay?"

That got him a blue-eyed look, and a twitch of his mouth.

A moment later, he just grabbed his sleeved and dived in the direction of the stage. "Let's go."

It was just a heartbeat before the director called, "Curtain!"

It was past the time when jell-o shots were the poison of choice and before they'd considered tequila shots.

... actually, it was a stupid fund-raiser event and most of the alcohol diluting their blood was champagne. Reid had been exhausted; he'd tapped out early with Caleb and Pogue; Reid had been busy talking merry circles around an idiot when he waved at him across the room. The blond, after a few moments, desisted from his hostilities and the attempts to make Dee turn mauve between trying not to snort her drink out of her nose and trying not to suffocate trying the first one, and called him just to check that he was okay, or, well, that there was nothing serious.

There was more champagne after that. Maybe some vodka. And much Reid trickery, ranging from a gasped-out Reid! to a smack on his arm, whether it was something he did or something the said.

And then. "You cannot possibly be drunk enough to suggest that."

He blinked at her, then grinned. "What, you have doubts I would, when sober?"

Dee's eyes narrowed. "Is that a challenge, blondie?"

"Yup."

"Fine. Let's go. But if we die because we're too drunk to stay afloat, it's totally your fault."

"Oh, don't worry. I'm a good swimmer."

Which wasn't the skill he showed off while skinny dipping, but that was fine by her. For now. Plus, chivalry was; and she knew she could rely on him about that, just knew - and she wasn't wrong.

When she made to get finally out of the pond, he grinned. "You go ahead and start drying out. I'll be right out."

"Hmm? Nah, just come along."

"I, uh, need a moment to cool down."

"Wha-?" She frowned; not all of the bubbly had melted out of her blood. Then her eyes widened and she grinned, stepping closer and trying to peer down, but the water was insufficiently transparent at this time of night, even with his pale skin. "Of course, we could take care of that problem in another way."

Starlight caught in his eyes as they looked up at her.

"So long as you're in the clear I don't like you that way. Well, I like you," eyes appreciative over the wide shoulders and defined chest, "but not like-like."

He paused just a tiny bit before answering, something passing briefly over his face, too dark to figure out what. Then a grin, that stayed. "I can do foolin' around with no strings attached. I mean, Tyler and I do it all the time."

"Yeah?" They'd covered that, possibly still in the jell-o shots range. Or maybe after somebody'd left. She ways just speaking up for the effect.

He splashed a bit of water, gently, to her. "Yeah. " A beat. "Still thinking 'bout it?"

"Yeah." Then, giving up on attempt to see, she reached down into the water. "Thinking about all sorts of things."

This time, the grin was just about blinding.

Tony hadn't been exactly screaming and kicking about the whole idea of going to one of the parties with the boys, but he had been... unenthusiastic.

Which Reid promptly didn't so much ignore as he overrode it, dragging him along.

Now, Reid, and respectively the other three - just because they couldn't leave him alone, as an evening with Dee and Jell-o shots had proven, couldn't leave him alone - was pretty indiscriminate about the kind of parties he went to. Tonight, it was a rich boys party, and Tony dug his heels, figuratively(ish) after the suited, burly boy at the door gave him a look-over and a scowl of 'what is one like you doing here?'

"Hey, I'm not sure me in there is a good ide--"

The blond was already tugging him inside, blue eyes sparkling at him. "Screw that. Let's raise some noise!" And if the older boy had any time to ponder how his obnoxious companion had access to a gathering like this, this unquestionably, it wasn't much.

Tyler, two steps behind, was eying his boyfriend, a somewhat untypical - for the little Tony'd seen of him, at least - mischievous smile curving his lips up. "Hold on. This is going to be a bumpy ride."

And it was.

The college kids gathered there were apparently hovering somewhere between an actual party and something like the kind of cigar-smoking, bridge-and-backgammon-playing club they'd be making an appearance at regularly for most of the rest of their lives. Complete with decorative, vapid-looking companions on their arms; Tony's teeth went on an edge.

Until Reid got involved on the scene. It didn't seem like any one thing that was big. A few words here, a remark there, a well-timed laughter with that group and a snark with the other. Quiet conversation with the entertainment department.

... in no time at all, anybody who had any kind of guts and sense of fun (and that included just about all of the companions, and sadly few of the 'partiers') were having a wild time, dancing in the middle of space cleared for that. Most of the rich kids hadn't had time to do more than stare and be dazed by the sudden, inappropriate explosion of sound, motion, and colors that signified the kind of rebellion that they were far from prepared to deal with.

Reid stood for about all of two minutes, enjoying the merry chaos he'd created. By Tyler's look, Tony decided he might easily append an 'again' to that thought. Then one of the oldest present of the 'original' present started moving towards the three of them. The blond's grin turned maniacal, almost, and he herded the other two guys towards the door, quickly and emphatically enough - without attracting others' attention.

They did get accosted as they were making their escape. The poor young man was left red-faced and sputtering after the stream of absurdities that Reid served him.

Tony was laughing by the time they were outside the building, thinking of the surprised faces. When he took a full breath again, he had to say it. "You're a brat, you know that?"

"Oh yeah, baby. Let's go get some beer?"

Reid knew things were different now. For one thing, Grace was a married woman now.

For another, she was pregnant.

Not that one could really tell from the way she acted, hanging around the same kind of bars, the same kind of attitude. Or even a little more pointed, which, well, went along with the whole hormonal thing he'd read about.

But it was different. And Reid was respectful of that. He could tease and joke almost the way he had when they first met, ahem, but it never crossed a line. It would be a bad thing, to cross it, and, well, he could do bad things, ish, but not this kind of them.

On the other hand, there was other fun to be had.

A tiny attractive blonde, even talking with somebody that she obviously knew, at this kind of bar? Attracted... unwanted attention. And while Grace was freaking good at deflecting it - she'd had, oh, all her life to learn - right now it was making her edgy. And Reid just wanted her to have fun. Which meant... taking care of the guys in question. Preventively.

Call it overprotectiveness all you want. He was just making sure they had fun, okay?

Like the fat guy with the surly face who oh so casually was groping the girls he was passing by, pretending it was nothing, nothing had happened, but Reid'd caught how his palm turned to slide against the backside of that red-head, how his face had changed for a moment. And he was heading this way, and, well, no.

The 'nudge' he gave the tray of a waitress passing by the guy didn't even require his eyes to change color. It still slammed into the soft flesh of his chest satisfactorily. Maybe the corner even caught a nipple, and wouldn't that have been nice. Not that Reid was watching; his companion was way more interesting. He still smirked when the guy decided to raise a fuss with the waitress, and then the bouncer loomed behind her, and, well. One patron fewer to worry about.

The black-haired man with silver at his temples across the bar looked respectable. Until Reid noticed that he was concentrating on Grace's animated gestures - and the way they shook her breasts. And he was actually fondling himself, through the trousers, the blond assumed, behind the cover of the bar. Really. In public. Reid felt no sting of guilt when he ducked his head and the kid walking past that an with a glass of icy water tripped and spilled the contents over his crotch. No sting of guilt whatsoever.

The guy who was probably Reid's age who passed three times to ask random stuff and lean closer and closer every time? The fourth time he started in their direction, the bar chair behind him moved, just so, and hit the side of his ankle enough that he was limping still when he left, a quarter of an hour later.

And then there was the guy who tried to literally push Reid aside and take his seat with Grace.

Reid really, really didn't like bullies.

The book sent flying when somebody two tables over tripped when getting up so her bag swung? Hit the the bulky man right in the crotch.

Grace did snicker.

She made a face, later, as he was driving her home, all safe and sound. "That bar was almost boringly well-behaved, you know."

"Nah." The glint in the blue eyes? He had the suspicion that she read it, anyway. "Just a slow night. It'll probably be back to normal when you get back there."

"Did you have anything to do with that? Somehow?"

"Me? Why would I ever want to deprive you of your fun?"

"Hngh." She crossed her arms, not very satisfied with that.

When he pulled up in front of the not-that-big house that belonged to her husband, he leaned over and kissed her cheek before she got out. "Hey, stay safe, alright?"

"I always do!" Still grumpy, if a little softer.

"Yeah, but... just an extra bit, for me?"

"Fine."

She did slam the door. But that was okay.

Hormonal!Grace hearts him. :D

*grins* Good. I mean, he wouldn't even dream on remarking that those kind of places are odd for her to like, especially now, but. Really. Groping!

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