SO! having a spicy Polaroid in his wallet
(a/n: anyone I missed that you would like in future headcanons? lemme know)
-Though initially shy about it, Robby would love having a Polaroid of you in his wallet. He’d be very secretive, never opening the wallet around other people at work. He’d wait til he was alone in the break room, or the bathroom, or taking a breather in the staircase. Then he would flip it open and let his eyes trail over your skin.
-You made fun of him once when you’d walked in on him staring at it with his glasses on, as if studying for an anatomy test. He wasn’t embarrassed, and didn’t hesitate to show you just how much he could see with his readers on later when he pointed out of some of his favorite freckles on you.
-He may be secretive but he also wasn’t very subtle about it at work-because if someone walked in he’d flip it shut so quick it was quite obvious he was looking at something he shouldn’t.
-But that didn’t stop him.
-One day, when it was nearing Christmas, you slipped a new Polaroid into his wallet without him noticing. It was one you took yourself, featuring some precariously placed garland and bows. You thought it was hilarious when your phone blew up later that day with texts from him, but the surprise was quickly reversed when he got home from work three hours early. Who would have thought?
-Jack was a smug son of a bitch, and that only grew when you first presented him with the Polaroid. You took plenty of pictures of the both of you, both scandalous and normal, but they usually got put into either a scrapbook or a special box in the bedside table. You picked one of his favorites, made a smaller copy, and gave it to him. He was thrilled, and stared at it long and hard before tucking it into his wallet.
-He was not afraid to look at it at work, because most everyone knew to stay out of his business. You didn’t worry, because you knew he’d sooner break someone’s jaw then let them see you like that.
-He was also not embarrassed to have it, and wouldn’t deny anything when someone teased him for smirking at his own wallet. He felt proud and lucky to have you, so why shouldn’t he admire you every second he could?
-He also had a tendency to stare at it to calm him down, to remind him why he did this. Especially in between chaotic traumas. He’d hang back from the team for a second, dig his wallet out of one of his many pockets, and admire it for a few moments before he was off. And he was always rearing to go again.
-You gave Frank the naughty Polaroid for Valentine’s Day one year. You wrapped it up all nice with a ribbon and gave it to him while you were out to dinner at a fancy restaurant. His jaw dropped and he nearly bit through his lip.
-“Someone could have seen!” He exclaimed while subtly checking you out. “Could you have blamed them? I look amazing.” “That you do.” Safe to say dinner ended shortly after.
-Frank was also a cheeky bastard. His colleagues knew he had an inappropriate picture in his wallet and he didn’t care. He could often be found on the clock staring longingly at the picture, dreaming of being in bed with you.
-Someone, usually Robby, would have to come hit him upside the head and remind him he was, indeed, on the clock.
-He was such a big fan that it became a Valentine’s Day regular. Every year he got a new one to add to the collection, and it quickly became his favorite tradition
-The first time he opened his wallet and found his girlfriend staring back at him without a shirt on he choked on his own spit. He texted, “you nearly killed me.” And you couldn’t help but respond, “death by tits? Not the worst way to go out.”
-He was terrified of anyone else seeing it or knowing it was there, but he also didn’t take it out. It was comforting, in an odd way. He was never very sure of himself, but he was now sure of this-no matter what stupid things he did or said, you still loved him.
-And he couldn’t lie, it felt good to look at after getting shit on by Santos or someone similar. He was proud to have you
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