#he’s angry bc he feels played more than he feels jealous that the guy he likes is flirting w someone right in from of him

[fizzytoo]

....seriously?

[monzabee]

déjà vu (beyoncé’s version) – ln4

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Summary: The one where a bad prank leads to you and Lando exploring an option you thought was not an option.

Pairing: lando norris x bestfriend!reader (nicknamed Tink)

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: smut elements but no actual smut, cursing, pining and of course fluff!

Request: “Haiiii. I love your style of writing Lando and feel like you would 100% do a request justice to scratch the itch in my brain Reader and him have been childhood friends, mutual pining with some sexual tension but never crossed lines other than a new years kiss with friends etc. So reader ends up training and qualifying as a physio/masseuse and travelling with Lando bc fun besties on tour together yay! Thinking she ends up getting to know his body really well from that and has to massage some intimate area- tension builds blah. They have a cosy night in together after front row quali to prep for the race, face masks cuddles bc really physically comfortable together and then some confessions happen. After this going out to celebrate home race (not jinxing tomorrow!!) and reader ends up dancing with another driver, Lando gets jealous fully opens up and they go home together (as much detail on that as you feel comfortable with) No probs if it’s something you don’t feel inspired to write! Pls continue writing whatever you love because I love to read your stuff!!”

Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! am i back after a literal month of no fics?? i hope so!! thank you so much for being patient with me you guysi i appreciate it, and i just want to say that this was the first time i wrote for lando (and you can definitely thank @userlando and her lando brainrot posts for that) and i’m kind of obsessed!! so as always, thank you to the anon for the request, and i hope you guys enjoy! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms. 

Being friends with Lando has resulted in both of you getting in trouble way too many times, you realise. The most recent case? The both of you ended up in a supply closet nearby the Aston Martin hospitality, hiding from a very, very, angry Spaniard. The close proximity and the limited space wouldn’t have been a big issue, for if Lando wasn’t looking at you with that look in his eyes. Under normal other circumstances, your reaction would’ve been much more different to the one you give him now – which is a glare that shows him you are not happy with the situation the both of you are in.

You’re about to scold him, but the words on your tongue quickly die as he presses his index finger to your lips. “I know you’re about to yell at me,” he whispers as he tries to keep his voice as low as possible, “but I really don’t want to be found right now.”

“Then maybe you should’ve thought about that before, you bloody idiot.” You hiss while slapping his hand away, which wins you a mock pout in return. “Why would you play that song every time he walked into a room?”

“It’s his name,” Lando tries to reason, “I thought he’d be used to it by now!”

Here’s the sitch. Lando, being the absolute prankster he is, decided to play ‘Fernando’ every time his former teammate entered into a room that morning – which resulted in the Spaniard becoming more and more annoyed with him until he snapped and Lando had to find himself a hiding place. How did you get roped into this, you may ask? You have absolutely no idea, other than your best friend dragging you into a nearby storage closet as you were walking back to the McLaren hospitality after meeting up with some of your friends for a cup of coffee. And now? The two of you are stuck inside a closet which is obviously too small for you both, and Lando has to bend his neck in an uncomfortable position.

“Lando,” you whisper in an attempt to keep your voice down, “don’t bend your head like that, you’ll strain something.”

“Well it’s not exactly comfortable, Tink.” He grimaces as one of the shelves hit his neck, which causes him to let out a low groan.

Ignoring the nickname he’s used for years, you motion him to move lower. “Just– let me see, okay?”

He begrudgingly nods as he bends his body towards you to accommodate you. You let your fingers run across his skin to find any knots along his shoulders. He lets out another low groan, but this one is more appreciative as you work some of the knots your fingers end up finding.

You watch as Lando’s expression changes from painful discomfort to relief as your fingers work their magic on his tense muscles. For a brief moment, it's just the two of you in the confined space, and you almost get lost in the comfortable silence. “Feels good,” Lando murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, “I swear you have magic hands or something.”

You let out a breathy chuckle, “I just know your body, Lando.” After realising the words that come out of your mouth, your face flushes with embarrassment at the unintended implication of your words and you scramble to add, “Not like that, I didn’t mean–”

He smirks playfully, his eyes sparkling mischievously. “Oh, really? My body, huh? You think about my body often?” he teases, his hands squeezing your waist – and being lost in the moment, you don’t even know how they ended up there.

Your cheeks grow even hotter, and you feel your heart rate quicken. “No, that's not what I meant,” you stammer, trying to regain your composure, “and you know it’s basically my job to think about, you know?”

The mischievous glint in his eyes shine brightly as he decides to play dumb, “To think about what, baby?”

Your heart skips a beat at his teasing, and you can't help but let out a small laugh, trying to hide your embarrassment. “Don't be ridiculous, Lando,” you retort, trying to act cool despite the butterflies in your stomach. “I meant knowing your body like an expert, considering the fact that you pull a muscle every time you decide to do a physical activity.”

He chuckles, and his hands, still resting on your waist, give you a playful squeeze. "Sure, sure, Tink," he replies, a hint of playfulness in his voice. "But let's be honest, it's not just my body you know well. You practically read my mind too."

You roll your eyes, trying to playfully push him away. "Oh, please. You're not that hard to figure out."

Lando leans in a little closer, his grin still evident. "Is that so? Then tell me, oh expert of Lando Norris, what am I thinking right now?"

You raise an eyebrow, not falling for his trick. "You're probably thinking that you got away with the Fernando prank and now you owe me big time, your brain is empty most of the time."

He smirks, impressed by your response. "You're good, Tink. But you're right, I do owe you one. What can I do to make it up to you?"

You pause, the closeness between the two of you making it difficult to think clearly. "Well, for starters, maybe you can stop dragging me into your pranks and getting us into trouble," you suggest with a hint of a smile. “And I don’t know, maybe take pole for me, you know?”

As the playful banter continues, you both seem to forget about the predicament you're in. The confined space of the closet no longer feels suffocating; instead, it becomes a haven for shared laughter and camaraderie.

Just as the two of you are lost in the moment, the closet door suddenly opens, and you both freeze. The angry Spaniard stands before you once again, but this time, his expression has softened, seeing you and Lando in a surprisingly intimate moment.

"Am I interrupting something?" Fernando asks, his tone amused.

Your face turns beet red, and Lando lets out a nervous chuckle. "Oh, hey there. Just having a chat, you know."

But Fernando raises an eyebrow, still looking amused. "In a supply closet?"

You and Lando exchange a sheepish glance, realizing how the situation must appear to Fernando. "Well, we kind of got caught up in the moment," you admit, hoping he doesn't read too much into it.

Fernando chuckles, and there's a warm glint in his eyes. "I see. Well, it's none of my business, but you might want to find a less cramped place to chat next time."

You nod in agreement, grateful that Fernando seems to be taking the situation lightly. "You're right. We'll keep that in mind," you say, trying to sound casual.

Lando adds with a grin, "Yeah, and we promise not to play 'Fernando' every time you enter a room from now on." But he’s quick to correct himself when you give him a glare, “I promise not to play 'Fernando' every time you enter a room from now on."

Fernando chuckles again, seemingly amused by the whole ordeal. "I'd appreciate that. Anyway, carry on. I won't keep you two any longer."

As he walks away, you let out a sigh of relief. "That could have been a lot worse," you say, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

"Yeah, we got lucky," Lando agrees, giving you a playful nudge. "But you know what they say, Tink, nothing like a bit of closet bonding to strengthen a friendship."

You roll your eyes at his playful banter, but there's a fondness in your heart as you look at him. "You're incorrigible, Lando Norris."

He grins, "You love it, though."

You can't help but smile, knowing he's right. “Come on,” you say, “you have a quali to attend.”

The tension from the qualifying session had left you on edge, your heart pounding with every lap, and your nerves had gotten the better of you, leading to some slightly bloody nails from biting them in anticipation. But all that anxiety melts away when you see Lando step out of the car, grinning ear to ear. As soon as he catches sight of you, he opens his arms, and you don't hesitate for a moment. You rush into his embrace, holding him tightly, relieved that he's safe and thrilled that he performed so well.

"You were amazing out there!" you exclaim, unable to hide the pride in your voice. "P2, front row! That's incredible!"

Lando chuckles, his arms still wrapped around you. "I don’t know how we did it!"

You pull back slightly to look into his eyes, your heart swelling with admiration for your best friend. "I never doubted you for a second," you say earnestly.

His grin widens, and he playfully ruffles your hair. "I know you didn't. Seems like you’re my lucky charm, hm?"

“You know what that means?” You ask him return, a playful smirk on your lips.

His answer comes quickly, and his look seems to reflect your own, “Pizza and a movie?”

Your reply is just as enthusiastic as you throw your arms around him and give him a big smile, “Pizza and a movie, baby!”

Eventually, you manage to escape the whole hustle and bustle of the circuit, and you and Lando find yourselves back at the hotel, with you on the couch trying to find something to watch and him deciding to take a quick shower after the stressful day of qualifying. After a few minutes, you hear the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. You smile to yourself, glad that Lando is taking some time to relax after such a demanding day. As you wait for him to finish, you finally settle on a movie to watch with a small grin on your face, clearly pleased with your choice. Just as you're about to start the movie, you hear the bathroom door open, and Lando emerges, looking refreshed and relaxed.

After he gets the pizza box out of the oven, he walks over to the couch, wearing sweatpants instead of his jeans, and flops down next to you. "That shower was exactly what I needed," he says with a contented sigh.

You chuckle, glancing at him, while also trying to actively ignore the fact that he’s wearing grey sweatpants. "Feeling better now?"

"Definitely," he replies, flashing you a grin. "So, what are we watching?"

“Mamma Mia,” you scoff, “of course.”

“A classic, nice.” He nods in understanding, extending the pizza box to you for you to take a slice. “It’s still warm.”

You wordlessly grab a slice and pass the box back to Lando as you settle in your seat, ready to focus on your choice of movie. The comfortable silence between you feels familiar, like the unspoken language of best friends who have shared countless memories and moments together. Throughout the movie, you can't help but notice Lando's occasional stolen glances at you, and you find yourself stealing glances right back. He even winks at you with that boyish grin every time he catches you staring at him, making you giggle as you quickly turn your attention back onto the screen. You somehow find yourself sprawled out on the couch once the pizza box is emptied and discarded, and it’s harder for you to keep your eyes open. With your head on Lando’s lap, he plays with the ends of your hair as the two of you try to keep your attention on the screen.

‘Try,’ being the operative word here, since Lando realises that you end up falling asleep in the middle of the movie where Sophie realises all of the men she invited to the wedding thinks they are her father, and though he finds some kind of comfort in the chaos knowing that it will get resolved eventually, he can’t help but take his role as a makeshift human pillow very seriously. As the movie continues playing, Lando tries his best not to disturb your peaceful slumber. He leans back against the couch, adjusting his position so you can rest more comfortably on his lap while also trying so hard to not wake you up. He can't help but smile to himself as he plays with your hair, finding himself mesmerized by the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you breathe.

With a sudden realisation that maybe it is not the best thing to stare at you while you sleep, he tries to occupy himself with something on his phone while also trying to keep still so that you don’t wake up. However, the text thread between him and Max quickly makes him realise that the thoughts that he tries so hard to keep away. He never gave himself the opportunity to think about the two of you that way, he supposes. Not that it would be weird or anything, but in his mind, he’d seen, and been in, far too many relationships form and de-form to know that not all is permanent when it comes to relationships and it’s also not something he’d want to risk when it comes to you. Although the unwarranted thoughts of the two of you together, as a couple, have been haunting him for the past couple of months, he did a great job of sending them away and finding something else to focus on – up until now, that is. And now that he’s pictured the two of you together, holding hands in the streets of Monaco, going on dates, doing more than what ‘best friends’ are meant to do, it doesn’t seem that daunting to give it a try.   

He carefully shifts you onto his lap with gentle movements, surprised that you don’t wake up and also trying to figure out the best way to wake you up without startling you. As he gently brushes your cheek, your eyes flutter open, and you look up at him with a sleepy smile. "Did I miss the end of the movie?" you ask, your voice still heavy with sleep.

Lando chuckles, shaking his head, but not stilling the movement of his hand. “No, we just finished. You fell asleep somewhere in the middle.”

You sit up slightly, rubbing your eyes with a small yawn. “I'm sorry,” you say, sounding apologetic.

“No need to apologise,” he assures you, his thumb caressing your cheek. “You looked adorable sleeping, Tink.”

Your cheeks flush slightly, and you give him a playful nudge. “Stop teasing me.”

Lando grins, but there's a tenderness in his eyes as he looks at you. “I'm not teasing, Tink. I mean it. You always look adorable, no matter what you're doing.”

You feel your heart skip a beat at his sincere compliment, and you can't help but smile back. “Thank you,” you say softly, feeling a warmth spreading through you, “I, uh, I should probably go to my room and let you sleep.”

“What? No, you don’t have to go.” Lando’s eyebrows furrow on their own, “I mean, you could stay over, it’s not like we haven’t done it before.”

You give him an unsure look, “I don’t know, Lando, you have a race tomorrow.”

“And we’ll sleep,” he shrugs, “the name ‘sleepover’ implies that, baby.”

You end up giving in and nodding, albeit a little hesitant. "Alright, I'll stay over."

Lando's face lights up with a bright smile, clearly pleased with your decision. "Great! It'll be fun, just like old times."

You chuckle softly. "Yeah, just like old times."

And you’d expect it to feel like the old times, because the two of you said it would be like the old times – the times where you’d spend the night over at his house because his mother picked you up and you didn’t want the playtime to be over. But instead of the excitement of a prolonged play date with your best friend, you find yourself anxious in the hotel bathroom over the fact that it’s him out there, and there is no way that he is not aware of the way you feel about him. You take a moment to compose yourself, splashing some cold water on your face to calm your nerves. This situation is new territory for both of you, and you don't want anything to ruin the friendship the two of you have. When you eventually make your way out of the bathroom, you desperately want to go back in, feeling undoubtedly exposed under Lando’s burning gaze.

“What?” You ask, your voice coming off weaker than you hoped, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

It takes a minute for him to answer you, mainly because of the fact that poor Lando is having a brain malfunction at the sight of you in his shirt – which he gave it to you because it was the only logical option for sleepwear, you know? Suddenly regretting his possessive streak, he attempts to clear his throat, “Nothing, you look good in my clothes.”

Your eyebrows shoot up, and you try not to let yourself become reduced to a blubbering mess, “Oh, well thank you. It’s yours,” after a brief moment of realisation you quickly add, “but you already knew that.”

“Tink,” he calls out, snapping you out of whatever embarrassed state you’re in, and your eyes quickly snap to his. “Come here,” he pleads as he extends one of his towards you, he’s quick to draw you into his arms – and just like that, you find yourself straddling your best friend.

“This is crazy,” you whisper as Lando grabs you by the waist to still your movements as you try to find a comfortable position while not realising just how uncomfortable it becomes for him.

“It doesn’t have to be,” his whisper is just as soft as yours as he looks up to you, “we don’t have to make it weird.”

A compromise, you’ll take it. “Are you going to kiss me?”

“Do you want me to kiss you?” As much as you hate it when he replies to your questions with his own, you nod your head with a sheepish look on your face, though it doesn’t satisfy Lando as a valid answer. “I need you to say it, baby.”

You answer comes of in an instant. “I do, please.”

“Such good manners,” he mumbles while giving you that boyish grin you love oh so much. When he catches biting the corner of your lip, you’re broken out of your daydream by his thumb pulling your lip free. “Don’t do that, you’ll hurt yourself,” his thumb caresses the side of your lip, “that’s my job, anyway.”

Your cheeks flush at his playful comment, and you can't help but smile at his words. "Your job, huh?" you tease, feeling the tension in the air starting to dissipate.

Lando chuckles, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your waist. "Among other things," he replies with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Before you give yourself the opportunity to overthink, you lean in and press a soft kiss to Lando’s lips – it’s only a peck, a hesitant one at that, but not completely uncharted territory when you think about it. The two of you have shared kisses before, at Christmas or New Year’s at midnight, but somehow this simple peck feels different than any of those other occasions. Lando doesn’t rush you. He’s a patient man after all, and he knows that the feelings he has for you are reciprocated by the feelings you have for him. So when you look him with widened eyes, he gives you a soft smile and it does wonders to calm your nerves. It doesn’t take you long to press your lips against his once again, but this time the kiss is deeper, more passionate, and filled with the unspoken words that have lingered between you for too long.

It starts off with another peck, but this time you take the initiative to deepen the kiss, and the appreciative groan that leaves Lando’s lips makes you feel butterflies in your stomach. His hands move from your waist to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him, while yours tangle in his hair, revelling in the softness of his curls – and the fact that all of this feels almost familiar in some kind of a way. He’s not shy as he lets his tongue explore your mouth, in fact, he encourages you to do the same. It’s a messy kiss filled with colliding tongues and mixed breaths, and the hands that were on your waist one moment are now on your hips, encouraging their slow movement against his groin. It’s not a subtle build-up for any of you, either. It a matter of seconds, you find yourself dry-humping your childhood best friend in his hotel room, and in a couple more, both of you are whimpering into the kiss.

You’re both out of breath and breathing deeply as you rest your forehead against Lando’s. Thankfully, his hands continue to guide your hips as their movement get more and more erratic, and you him groan out, “Slow down, baby.”

You let out an objective whimper in return, whispering out a weak, “No.”

“No?” Lando repeats, his breath hitting your exposed neck in a light chuckle, “Do you want to come?”

“Uh-huh,” you mumble, letting your hands grab handfuls of his hair, “but you can’t fuck me.”

The whine that comes from your lips can only be described as bratty when Lando forces your hips to cease their movements, raising an eyebrow at you as he grumbles, “Excuse me?”

“You can’t fuck me, Lando.” You mumble, trying to move your hips again, but his hold is too powerful against your attempts. “At least not tonight.”

“And why is that, Tink?” He takes in your wide eyes and shuddering breath in, thinking he’d done something wrong, something you didn’t like. “You want to come, no?” He thinks at that moment, as you give him a nod with that dreamy and almost innocent look on your face, he could die and he’d be happy with where his life has led him, but he gives you a confused look, “Then what is the problem?”

“Um, you have a race tomorrow,” you explain as your fingers gently slide down to meet at the nape of his neck, “I don’t want to jinx anything.”

As a respond to your words, Lando gives you a look of disbelief, “You don’t want to jinx me having a good race,” he mumbles.

You give him another nod, “Are you mad at me?”

 “Am I mad at you?” Lando repeats the question, and he flips the two of you over in a smooth motion so that you're lying on the bed with him hovering above you, his eyes locked onto yours. “Answer the question for me, will you?”

You take a moment to catch your breath, your heart racing as you meet his intense gaze. “No,” you reply softly, your fingers tracing the outline of his jaw. “Why would you be mad at me?”

Lando's lips curve into a playful smile as he leans in, his breath warm against your skin. “See?” he murmurs, his lips brushing against yours, “Good girl.” As he moves down your body, you let out a protesting sound, but he quickly shushes you as he positions himself between your legs. “I’m going to make you come, and you’re not talking to Micheal Italiano ever again.” He taps the side of your hips to signal you to raise them up as he carefully takes off your underwear and then murmurs to himself, “Pretty girl, too.”

With a blush which is quickly spreading onto your cheeks and neck, you raise yourself onto your elbows as you watch him give you the do-over. “Lando,” you plead.

“Oh baby, you're wet,” he teases, “don’t worry, though, I’ll help you with that.” He also gives you a look while grabbing both of your thighs, “And the shirt fucking stays on.”

After the events of the previous night with Lando working wonders between your legs for the remainder of the night, he honestly didn’t expect to start the morning with you returning the favour. Alas there you were, between his legs, with sleepy eyes and an innocent smile as if you hadn’t just given him the best blowjob of his life. And as the two of you make your way along the paddock, he wishes he was back in his hotel room with you in his arms. You try your best to distract him from overthinking everything and costing himself the race, and Lando is aware of what you’re trying to do – though that doesn’t mean you succeed completely.

You can tell by the small frown of eyebrows that he is lost inside his head, probably double guessing every aspect of the strategy his team debriefed him about this morning. With a deep inhale, you give his hand a small squeeze, halting your movements to stop him alongside you. “Hey,” you call out gently, “you’re going to be amazing out there, okay? You have nothing to worry about.”

“I know, it’s just the pressure is getting to me.” You watch him sigh, closing his eyes for a moment to regroup his thoughts, “I’ll be fine before I go in the car, I promise.”

You nod, giving him an encouraging smile, “I know you will. After all, you feel the–”

“Need for speed.” He completes the sentence without thinking, which makes the two of share a short laughter. “Thanks, Tink.”

“You’re welcome,” lifting yourself up on your tiptoes, you give him a soft peck on his lips, “I’ll watch the race with your dad, okay?” You chuckle at his reaction when he lets out a prolonged groan, “What?”

“He’s going to make fun of us, big time.” He says, rolling his eyes.

“Go,” you say in between laughter, “don’t be late and for the love of God, be careful!”

Lando chuckles at your playful warning, giving you a mock salute. “Yes, ma'am!”

It doesn’t take long for you to find Adam, who gives you a knowing look, in the sea of spectators in the McLaren garage. And as the race begins, you and Adam stand side by side, your eyes fixed on the track where the race is unfolding. The first four laps as the Lando leads the race makes your heart beat so hard, you can practically feel the excitement coursing through your veins. Each turn and straightaway that Lando navigates flawlessly adds to the anticipation building in the air. Even when he returns to his original position, you’re on the edge, praying to whatever deity up there for him to finish this race without and incident. You’ve told him million times before that you don’t get F1 at all, you’ve always thought the adrenaline linked with the sport to be a negative feeling – too heavy, too much and definitely not something you want to feel every weekend. But in the moment that Lando passes the finishing line P2, you realise why people are so obsessed with this sport. Because when Lando crosses the finish line, you find yourself cheering as loudly as anyone else. The rush of emotions, once alien to you, now feels like a shared celebration of human achievement and dedication.

Lando is all smiles when he finally finds his way back to you, and he’s giving you a kiss the moment he has you back in his arms; celebrating with the team in the paddock was a whirlwind of emotions. As he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, his big smile is infectious.

So you’re honestly confused when he starts dragging you through the hallways of the club you went to for his celebrations with the rest of the team. The beat of the music playing back in the dancefloor echoes in the hallway as he leads you down the hall. The lights, the laughter, and the energy of the celebrations in the main area of the club are still audible, but you can only hear the muffled sounds of the celebration being held for him. “Lando,” in hopes of finally getting some answers, you say his name for the umpteenth time, but he just looks at you with furrowed eyebrows, “what’s wrong?”

He's silent as he wraps his arms around your waist and before you can repeat your question he buries his head in the crook of your neck. While you’re thinking about what could’ve caused his sudden need to be alone with you, he’s very glad that you’ve opted to wear sneakers tonight instead of heels.

“Baby,” you murmur, your fingers running through his curls in an attempt to bribe him, “tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing is wrong.” His voice is muffled by your skin and you can feel the breath he exhales on your shoulder.

You purse your lips and give him a few moments for him to break on his own, but when he doesn’t, you sigh softly. “Something is wrong.”

He raises his head momentarily to give you an unamused look, then bury his head back into your neck, “I saw you and Oscar.”

“Yeah, we were talking about the race.” Your confirmation leaves you confused as he lets out a scoff, and you find yourself warily asking, “Is there something wrong with that?”

You hear him scoff again and then, “Well I didn’t particularly like it.”

You gently push him off of you as you try to look past his confused expression and pouted lips, “You didn’t like me talking to your teammate… about your race.”

“Well when you put it like that–”

“Lando he is two years younger than us, and he has a girlfriend you do realise that, don’t you?” Your hands rest on either side of your body on your hips as you give him a small grin, “You were jealous, weren’t you?”

His eyes widen as he nods, “Well yeah, Tink, I think that one was very much obvious when I dragged you here.”

“I mean,” you drawl, “it was kind of cute, you know?”

As his eyes narrow, Lando walks you backwards until you’re pressed up against the wall. “Well I am a cute person.”

“Oh yeah,” you let out a giggle, “the cutest.” Your fingers toy with the buttons of his shirt while you look up at him to meet his eyes, “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“That we should probably get back to the party?” He mumbles, his eyes drifting as he looks around the hall.

You fist the collar of his shirt as you raise yourself up on your tiptoes, your voice lowering down for only him to hear even if it’s a deserted hallway, “You don’t have a race tomorrow.”

His eyes come back down to meet yours, “Well yes, it’s Mond– oh,” it takes a moment for him to realise what you’ve meant, and you’re thrown over his shoulder in an instant.

“Wha– Lando put me down!” You shriek, “What are you doing?”

His voice is playful as he starts walking towards the back door of the club, “We are not leaving that hotel room for a few days.”  

It doesn’t take long for you to start laughing, “You’re an idiot.”

“Maybe,” he shrugs the opposite shoulder, “but I’m your idiot.”

The sincerity in his words catches you off guard, but you can’t help the small smile forming on your lips as you murmur, “Yeah, yeah you are.”

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Choi San Boyfriend Headcanons!

listen, this man is my ultimate bias for a REASON. you are SO lucky if you have him as a boyfriend 😭

he’s a huge fan of PDA. holding hands, linking pinkies, having an arm around your waist, linking arms, hugging, and kissing are all things he’s comfortable doing in public (just pecks on the lips though, not full on making out LOL) he always has to be touching you in some way 🥰

he loves to play with your hair! no matter how long or short it is, he’ll always be running his fingers through it, twiddling with the ends, or ruffling it (if it’s long enough, he’ll even learn to braid it! it’s a very relaxing ritual that both of you love!)

and while kissing, his hands often end up tangled in your hair ;)

san isn’t really into big grand gestures of love… it’s the little things he does for you that let you know he loves you. he definitely has an “acts of service” love language!

he’ll wake you up when he notices your alarm doesn’t go off, brings you lunch while you’re at work, helps you with projects, carries your bag around for you while shopping… he does stuff like this without even thinking

i can’t imagine him yelling at you no matter how angry he might be. he’s very good at controlling his feelings so if he gets upset, he’ll just leave the room to give himself a moment to calm down before talking with you about the situation calmly and rationally

if you ever break a glass or plate of his, he’ll gently reassure you that it’s okay, it was just an accident, and first checks your hands for any injuries before helping you clean it up (cries in childhood trauma 😭)

you catch him just staring at you with a big dopey smile on his face ALL the time. and when you ask what’s wrong he goes “nothing, i just love looking at you.” 😊

he’s the best person to be around when you’re sad. (he is our comforting mountain after all!) he’ll never judge you, and instead just hold you tightly while you cry, whispering little reassurances and patting your back gently… after you calm down he’ll immediately offer to help you with whatever’s bothering you

he’s a big fan of the nickname “baby,” he uses it probably more than your actual name (i’m sorry if you hate it 😟)

“baby, come look at this!” “what’s wrong baby, do you need some help?” “i’m sorry you’re sad baby, everything will be okay.”

every once in a while he’ll let a “my love” slip, and when he’s begging for your attention he uses “honey” in a sickeningly sweet, whiny voice

he’ll never pass up an opportunity to tell you how beautiful you are. even when you’re bare-faced, have bed-head, and are wearing sweats, he thinks you’re absolutely stunning 🥰

you definitely don’t help with his plushy addiction… you buy him one like every week, and soon you both have to buy those nets that hold stuffed animals against the corner ceiling (oh god and if you ALSO love plushies??? your house will be DECKED OUT.)

that definitely wasn’t just a headcanon for me bc i have a squishmallow addiction ahahaha

he tries to act annoyed when you pester him while he’s reading, but he secretly thinks you’re super cute when you’re begging for his attention 🥺

wooyoung is so jealous of you for the longest time… you guys didn’t really get along until san locked you both in a room and told you to work out your differences 😀

which worked, surprisingly 😀 you both came out laughing up a storm and hanging off of each other

now you and wooyoung are besties. you even team up against san sometimes to bug him. he just corners you both and stares at you intensely, forcing you to look up at him to fluster you (he loves his little brats tho 💞)

we all know san needs to hold something to sleep… and i’m sorry if you like having room to yourself when you sleep, but that something is going to have to be you sometimes (cries in starfish sleeper)

maybe not every night, but at least once a week, he HAS to fall asleep with you in his arms

he always lets you lay your head on his shoulder while he does other tasks, in fact, he encourages you to!

like if you’re sitting next to him to relax, he’ll just reach over and push your head down to rest on his shoulder

he loves to paint your nails together 💅🏻 and do face masks!

when he’s away on tour, he’ll stay up all night talking to you if no one stops him (usually hongjoong has to lmaoooo)

speaking of which, he gets all flustered every time the members bring you up… he starts blushing and smiling like a fool 🥺

then he can’t stop himself from rambling on and on about how amazing you are ☺️

he also won’t stop flirting with you just because you’re dating

he’s constantly dropping pick up lines and hyping you up

like if you get all dressed up for a special event, his jaw will drop open and he’ll say something like “hey pretty lil thing, you come here often” 👀

and you’ll be like “san i’m literally your partner” 😑

he shares everything with you, without even thinking about it

snacks, drinks, hoodies… he’ll just hand them to you absentmindedly

at the end of the day, this boy would do literally anything just to see you smile. he thinks your smile is the prettiest sight in the world. he believes you deserve the world and wants nothing more than to give it to you 💞

[onlyjaeyun]

I can’t stop thinking about angry sex with jake because someone was jealous and attention starved (real) but then reviving the warmest and softest aftercare, like him holding you close to his chest and playing with your hair and calling you his princess with his thick accent after saying and calling you the most vile and loathsome words imaginable to man. GAH DAMN IM SO DOWN BAD 🫠

-🗝️

URGH YES!!! (deffo not my best and barely any dialogue but mostly bc i have a similar full length fic in the making so stay tuned!🎀🧸)

— cw: jealousy, possessiveness, sugarcoated degradation, slight mean dom!jake, name calling but super cute aftercare

It's so not like Jake to lash out or go absolutely crazy because of his jealousy because he's confident and trusts you, yet some people just like to test their luck and after the two of you hadn't seen each other in a while because you both got busier at work, he's been on the edge already and this particular night out was just the last push.

But he can't help himself. Not only has he missed everything about you, he also just had to watch the way one guy after the other asked for your number or to dance with you, suddenly turning one of his best friend's birthday party into an event he wished would have gotten cancelled.

Jake tries his very best to stay calm and composed but by the time you politely reject the fourth guy within ten minutes, he's made up his mind. He has to take you home and claim what belongs to him, there's absolutely no other way for him to get over these heavy feelings in his veins and to his luck, you're more than just happy to oblige.

To you, the drive home is comfortable and quiet, your shared playlist running quietly in the background as you enjoy the coolness of the perfect summer night, not realising your boyfriend's been tolding onto the steering wheel like his life depends on it.

By the time you get home, however, jaeyun is quick to let you know exactly how he feels. Gently pushes you against the wall in the hallway, pretty hand firmly wrapped around your neck as he presses his whole body against yours and you finally take notice of the bulge in his pants.

But you're not given the time to actually process it all, as jake pulls you into a sloppy kiss, sucking on your tongue and harshly biting your bottom lip until you're too weak to keep the strength in your legs and he actually doesn't stop you from falling onto your knees.

Jake's quick to unbotton his pants and gently tap the leaking tip of his cock against your cheeks and your pretty lips, his eyes hooded and dark as they watch the way you don't hesitate to wrap your fingers around his big cock and give his angey tip a quick kitten lick.

"Don't tease me, baby", Jake finally speaks uftee keeping quiet for over thirty minutes and you whimper as soon ss you hear his voice, "i'm not in the mood for more teasing. let me fuck that pretty face of yours yeah?"

Spends a good amount of time thrusting his cock into your pretty mouth, makes sure you take it all becaude he knowd you can, you're his good girl after, yet gives you the time to gasp for air every time you gently tap against his wrist.

Jaeyun's never been one to go too rough on you in bef but after gicing it a few tries both of you have started enjoying it to the fullest, establishing lines and rules, setting boundaries and quickly clearing out any questions to make sure it all goes smoothly.

And that's why he doesn't hesitate to push your face into the mattres, flipping your stupidly short skirt over your ass and revealing your pretty cunt to his hungry eyes, yet not wasting any more time on foreplay. Usually Jake never passes the opportunity to bury his face in your pussy but he can't take it anymore.

Every pore in his body is screaming for the feeling of your tight walls hugging his thick cock in ways only you've managed to make him feel, and before your fucked out brain can even handle every touch of his, you let out a loud gasp at the sudden stretch from his thick tip.

"J-Jaeyun", you whisper and reach around yourself to hold onto his wrist, only for him to take both of yours into one of his big hands and hold them against your lower back.

"You can take it, pretty girl", he hisses and pushes another inch inside of your pretty cunt, trying his very best to stay calm because even if he's mad, jake would never want you to be in actual pain, "gotta fuck and fill this pretty pussy up or I'm going to go crazy."

And that's when you manage to realise that this is not your usual boyfriend but a version you're rather not so used to, yet definitely take liking in whenever he does appear. Jake might not like his own jealous side, but you've come to love it because not a night like this has passed where he didn't fuck you to sleep from how eager and angry he was.

This one is definitely not an exception. His thrusts are harssh and fast, pretty hands roaming your body and roughly groping every bit of flesh they find as he lands spank after spank on your sore cheeks, pushing you deeper and deeper into the sweet haze of your pleasure. His deep grunts and guttural moans quickly meet your high pitched and breathy ones in the thick air of your shared bedroom and if it wasn't for the way he was pounding you into the mattress, you would have paid much more attention to his sweet noises.

Jake loses himself in the feeling of your tight cunt, profanities and promises falling past his swollen lips as he talks about all the things he wanted to do to yoj with those fuckers watching, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as soon as he feels you clenching harder around him because of his possessive words.

You have absolutely no idea how long he fucks you or how many times you cum before he does but by the time he finally pulls you flat up against his sweat covered chest, hand wrapped around your throat and hips quickly snapping up to fuck himself deeper inside of you, you're almost completely gone.

He cums with a loud, raspy moan if your name and three thick spurts of his cum coating the inside of your cunt in the prettiesg shades of white, leaving him absolutely breathless and finally ridden of all those negative feelings.

but he wouldn't be your jake if he didn't run you a bath and massaged your back afterwards, littering your whole body in kisses and praising you for doing so well and taking everything he's given you like the good girl you are. derinitely wakes you up to make up for his lack of head from earlier and also because he can't go to sleep without your cum coating his tongue, promising to go easy on you only for you to feel even more sore by the time you finally fall asleep in his strong arms 🥺

[thelunarbar]

How romantic sex on a school bus. Well ig just making out but my point still stands. And Ik it’s a dream but she’s all like ooh ok and I’m just like girl no. Make him take you to a bed at least. 

I love watching the way stiles opinion of Derek changes over time esp given that Derek doesn’t make a great first impression(not that stiles really did either but Derek’s was worse)

“Ate it?”

“Raw?”

“No you stopped to bake in a little werewolf oven.”

Scott’s hair is sooooooooo bad 😭

Also forgot how much I hate this teacher(biology or math maybe? Idk) he’s annoying

This may very well be the only time stiles tells Scott not to cancel a date. 

Danny deserves more love 

Lydia’s thing of acting dumb is really annoying like if he doesn’t want you unless you’re stupid you’re better off without him girl

Stiles reaction to Scott asking Allison about their hanging out with Jackson and Lydia

Jackson is such an asshole but Ik I end up liking him more later on

Of all things to lie about; your bowling skills???

Gotta love stiles needing to know if he’s attractive to gay guys(the answer is yes. Just ask Derek 😜)

Ngl I’ve never been sure how I feel abt deaton bc he’s like kinda helpful sometimes but also super weird more often than not

I fucking adore Melissa McCall 

Dude I tried for literal months(tho without rewatching bc I didn’t wanna do that at the time) to figure out where the pic of Derek standing behind broken glass came from and it’s from ep three when the police officer and then Scott show up the hale house 

I feel like rains too much for this show being set in California 

Derek is so nonchalant about Scott’s freak out I love it

“Why is this starting to feel like you’re Batman and I’m Robin? I don’t wanna be Robin all the time.”

“Nobody’s Batman and Robin any of the time.”

“Not even some of the time?” I love this lil convo and esp this last line bc stiles sounds so sad abt it 

Seriously why is the lighting so damn dark all the time even when I have the brightness on my screen turned all the way up and to my recollection it only gets worse

Scott and his fucking one track mind 

Yikes Allison’s closet is so bad all like boho chic and sequiny

Again a parent walking in without knocking 

I mean at least he acknowledged he forgot to knock but like teenage girl who could’ve been like changing or smth jeez

Love that he’s clearly getting ready to go out and they decide to sneak out before he leaves 

Man I wanna go bowling I haven’t bowled in so long (related even if it doesn’t seem like it, Jackson Lydia Allison and Scott go bowling)

Jackson’s laugh is so obviously fake and it’s so obnoxious 🤮

I can appreciate that being werewolf didn’t make him good at everything(just most things) 

I love love love Derek’s car 

Why does Chris argent wash Derek’s windshield for him??? Oh yes very intimidating good job Chris 

I can’t wait for argent to grow a beard he looks so much better with it 

Breaking the window on Derek’s car was so unnecessary and rude 

Ofc now Scott is great at bowling 

Lydia using Scott to make Jackson jealous is so annoying 

Ah innuendo 

“How do you cheat at bowling?”

“I don’t know, but you did.” But for real Jackson how does someone cheat at bowling 

And Derek’s being a creep again cmon man no wonder people don’t like you when this is the impression you always give 

Call a code? You have to specify which one Melissa. I’m not even a nurse and I know that 

Yay another cringey make out scene 

“Do either of you even play baseball?”

I love that they’re both super honest and just say no when she asks if they care there’s a police enforced curfew

Scott’s angry voice is not great 

Derek’s echoy voice thing wtf is that?

Love that Scott’s first thought is to try to get Derek arrested, again, for smth he didn’t do 

Ooh jump the whole staircase he’s so cool guys you don’t even know 

Ooh he’s losing the jacket things are getting serious 

The noise while he shifted was gross and not necessary 

Also I’m pretty sure they change his shifted makeup look later on bc he doesn’t look how I remember 

Love the choice of Destroya by MCR for this totally pointless fight between Scott and Derek tho 

I mean I say fight but it’s more like Derek beating the snot out of Scott 

and now we have the rational conversation after punching each other 

Oh now you give him answers after you beat the crap out of him

How come we never really discuss the fact that Scott is part of Peter’s pack? At least until he becomes an alpha himself

[neewtmas]

Jealous // Part II

A/N: this is part two to the first fic I wrote in ages. I left the ending of that one open on purpose so that i could write a part 2 if anyone was interested (thanks @poisonquinzell for the request <3) I went into this part with no real idea and the story kinda took over. Writing in first person is a little weird, but also fun. Not really sure what to think, but we’ll see. also if anyone can think of a title that is better (probably not that hard, I hate coming up with titles) let me know!

pairing: george karim x fem!reader

wordcount: 2k

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taglist: @maraschinomerry @marinalor @oblivious-idiot @galactidiot (if you wanna get added or removed, shoot me a message or an ask :))

part I

I can't stop thinking about what Lucy said. The whole conversation plays in my head over and over as I finally lie in my bed. All traces of tiredness have disappeared. Could she be right? George had started acting weird right after that weirdo had mentioned a date. But jealous? It wasn't like he had asked me out or anything. He doesn't have a right to be angry. But saying that I'm not at least a little happy about the thought of George being jealous would be a lie. I'm more than a little excited. The butterflies in my stomach are going wild, and my cheeks are hot again. A while later, after a lot of tossing and turning, I fall asleep with a stupid grin on my face.

The next morning George doesn't join us for breakfast. Like he promised last night, he sleeps in until the early afternoon, and when he finally comes trotting down the staircase, his mood is just as sour as it was when he went to bed. He doesn't even look at me when he sits down with his breakfast and tea, completely ignoring my presence at the table.

He starts eating in silence, still not acknowledging me, and suddenly I can feel doubts over Lucy's and Lockwood's idea start to creep in. There is no way he is jealous. There must be something else. I must have done something to damage our relationship beyond repair and now he can't even look at me. What exactly did I do? I have truly no idea.

Anxiety starts building up inside me and suddenly it's unbearable to sit next to George in this awkward silence. I jump up, the edge of the table hitting my thighs painfully and George looks at me as his tea spills over the edge of the cup from the movement of the table. "Sorry", I mumble, head down as I rush out of the kitchen.

My hands are sweaty and I wipe them on my pants as I enter the library. It's been my favourite room in the house from my first day of employment at Lockwood & Co. While I usually spent time with George here, this time it's Lockwood who sits in the armchair, aimlessly flipping through a glossy magazine.

He looks up as I enter, brows furrowing as he sees my expression. "You good?", he asks, closing the magazine and placing it on the shelf behind him. I plop myself down on the couch opposite him. "No. He's not talking to me. Like, at all. I think you're wrong, there is no way he's jealous. He must be angry."

Lockwood raised his eyebrows. "You think that is a good argument for your case? And let me tell you, he does treat you differently. You just never see how he looks at you. Or how he saves the last doughnut from me or Lucy so you can have it. Or how he always carries your bags so that you never have to. Or how he -"

Lockwood grins. "He is. But not at you, y/n. I bet he's kicking his ass right now bc he didn't manage to ask you out before this other guy did."

"You think?" I had my doubts about that. "But he never did... anything. He never treated me any differently. He treated me like you treat Lucy!"

"Okay okay! Message received!" I raise my hands defensively, and my face feels hot. Was I that oblivious? Or was Lockwkod messing with me? My favourite kind of doughnut was always the last one in the box, no matter how long it stood unattended in the kitchen. Until now I had assumed that's just bc no one else liked it.

Lockwood smirks at me. "I know how I can prove it to you."

I lean forward, suddenly intrigued despite my doubts. His expression is the kinda look he only has when he's up to no good.

"Tomorrow evening, you'll dress up. You leave for a few hours, but you make sure he sees you and knows that you're gone. You stay out for a while and come back in the evening. He'll assume you went on the date. He'll fold immediately." I'm not quite convinced. Lockwood on the other hand seems very sure of himself. "Try it" he challenges. "I bet you'll be surprised."

He seems to have told Lucy about it immediately because she bothers me the whole next day. Whenever George is in earshot, she starts talking excitedly about how happy she is for me, what she thinks I should wear, if she can do my make-up. And as the day progresses, George's mood takes a turn for the worse. He's stomping around, slams every door he walks through, and wears a scowl whenever I see him. I start to wonder if maybe Lockwood and Lucy were right after all.

As late afternoon approaches, Lucy pulls me up to her room and sits me down on her bed. "You need to trust me", she says as she starts pulling different make-up products out of a bag. "I still don't think this is a good idea", I say weakly, but she gives me a look that tells me I have already lost.

"Have you not seen how he's acting today? He's never in a mood this bad. And he's not stupid, he has picked up that you're going on a date."

I don't have anything to say to that, so I just let her do my make-up and hair. When she is done, she pulls me up and pushes me in front of the mirror she has hanging in her room, smiling at me proudly through the reflection. "You look gorgeous, LISA. George will not know what hit him!"

I have to admit, even though I'm still reluctant, she's right. I do look good.  I have no idea where Lucy learned to do makeup this way, but somehow she managed to accentuate everything I like about myself. Suddenly I'm feeling sad that I'm not actually going on a date.

After we picked out an outfit, it's time to go downstairs, and suddenly I'm so nervous I feel like I might throw up. Up until now, I had humoured Lucy and Lockwood, but it seems much more real now that i'm about to see George. My hands are shaking and my stomach feels like a giant knot.

In front of the closed kitchen door, Lucy stops me. "He's in there", she whispers. "Here's the plan: I go in, you wait a few minutes, then act as if you wanna say goodbye to me, alright?"

I can't help but admire how invested she is in this whole thing. I nod, my throat feeling too constricted to get out a single word. She gives me a thumbs-up and squeezes my hand, then walks into the kitchen.

"Oh hi George", she says cheerfully, as if she hadn't known he would be in there before she entered. George says nothing, and I wring my hands.

It doesn't take much longer than a minute of standing in the hallway and staring at one of the ghost masks that looks grimly back at me before it's too much and I open the door. I only stick my head in because suddenly I'm too self-conscious to stand in front of George the way I look right now.

"I'm leaving now", I say, and my eyes meet George's and I forget everything I wanted to say. He looks at me intently, sitting at the kitchen table with a tea cup raised to his lips.

Lucy rushes over to me, and before I can stop her, she grabs me by the arm and pulls me into the kitchen.

"Doesn't she look gorgeous, George?"

He looks at me in a way I have never seen. His eyes travel over me, down and up and down again and he slowly lowers his cup of tea, eyes never leaving me. His gaze makes a shiver run down my spine, and I feel a blush creeping up my face.

"George?", Lucy asks and he looks like he snapped out of a trance. "Uh yes, yes, of course. Great." He looks down at his hands, but I can see how flustered he is. I look over at Lucy and she smirks at me.

"You're gonna be late if you don't leave now", she says and pulls me out of the kitchen. I just let her, like I have let her pull me around the whole day already.

"See? I told you so. Have fun!", is all she says before she pushes me out the door and closes it behind me. Since it's summer, even at this hour it's still light out. Otherwise, I wouldn't even be able to leave the house, so I guess that's good. I grasp the bag I'm holding more tightly before I set off to my destination. I have packed a book and plan on staying in a cafe for a few hours, just long enough so that it's believable, but not too long so that I can get home safely.

The whole time, I can barely concentrate. The entire day, I've been reluctant, because I was convinced whatever Lockwood and Lucy were seeing was non-existent. But the way George had looked at me in the kitchen - it still gives me goosebumps every time I think about it. But that also means that I have no idea what will happen once I come back.

A few hours later, I make my way back to Portland Row. As I'm standing in front of the door of number 35, a part of me wishes for George to be already in his room. Another part wishes for him to be still in the kitchen. I turn the key in the lock, and my hands already start shaking again, even though I'm not even inside yet.

I enter the hallway as quietly as I can, not wanting to disturb anyone and turn around to close the door carefully.

"You're back." I whip around at his voice and find him standing a few feet away from me, arms crossed, leaning against the door frame.

"Yes."

Neither of us says anything, and neither of us moves. We just look at each other. I don't know what to make of his expression.

"So... how was your date?" He practically spits out the word, and I have never heard him say anything with that much contempt.

"It was fine?" It sounds more like a question, and he raises one eyebrow.

"That's great."

"Do you really think that?" I ask him quietly, and he looks at me for a moment.

"y/n...", he trails off, then pushes himself off the doorframe and takes a few steps towards me until he's standing right in front of me. Overwhelmed by his closeness, I take a step back, my back colliding with the front door. I can feel my heartbeat picking up as he moves just the tiniest bit closer and I have to look up to meet his eyes. His gaze is intense and immediately, my mouth feels dry. What is happening?

"I wish you hadn't gone on that date. He isn't right for you. He isn't good enough."

I swallow hard. "Then who is?", I choke out, barely audible because my throat is so tight.

He raises his hand until it hovers next to my face. "Can I?" he asks, his voice just as quiet as mine. I nod and the next thing I know his hand cups my cheek and his lips are on mine. My mind goes blank as he presses me against the door, caressing my cheek with his thumb, the kiss soft and gentle, almost timid.

"I did not go on a date", I breath out after he pulls away again.

[cupidjyu]

my nerdy love

eric x reader (requested by anon! sorry i cannot reply to your message directly bc i feel like that would spoil the whole fic LOL but tysm for your kind words ^^)

genre: loser eric, college!au, eric is such a nervous wreck, he's also always angry, jealous eric, villain hyunjae (not really) notes: i love these kind of stories like they're so funny LOL i hope you guys enjoyed! i enjoy writing losers more than i do flirts... song rec!

word count: 2.5k

Act 1

in the back of a large lecture hall, sat two best friends, both born in the same year. they were not paying attention to the professor whatsoever.

sunwoo poked the other’s shoulder, “yo… are you good?”

the other boy, named eric, was currently fuming, looking off into the distance where you were now sitting. there was another man who had recently plopped down next to you. eric watched as he took your pencil, twirling it around as you whined at his teasing. eric then glared with heated jealousy as you leaned over the man to try to reach it.

sunwoo asked again, “are you-”

“no,” eric yelled, making some people turn their heads and frown. eric apologized silently as he lowered his voice. “no, i’m not good. that guy is just so-” he groaned. “annoying.”

“if you like y/n that much, just go up to them or else he’ll steal your sweetheart,” sunwoo casually replied.

“i can’t just-”

“yes you can,” sunwoo refuted. “you guys are literally working on a final project together. aren’t you comfortable with them already?”

eric did not reply, only looking at sunwoo sheepishly.

“don’t tell me,” sunwoo groaned. “were you a nervous wreck?”

eric recalled that time when you were assigned to be his partner. he kept stuttering over his words and even dropped coffee all over your bag which he had to spend his whole paycheck to pay for it. even though you insisted it was fine.

“look man,” eric tried to defend himself. “you have to see what y/n looks like up close. like an angel, i swear.”

“still,” the older glared. “try not to be a coward for once.”

eric sighed, looking back to where the man was now playing with your hair. and out of nowhere, he glanced back to where eric was sitting. he looked him right in the eye and much to his anger, the man winked. eric slammed his laptop closed and took his belongings, leaving the room.

-

now, you and eric were working at one of the popular study spots, trying to finish planning out the final page of the project. eric was so, so giddy to see you and get some alone time. he even dressed up (which sunwoo teased him for).

“wait so-” he started to ask a question. “what about if…?” he trailed off because you were now leaning into his side to look at his computer. he blushed, looking away.

“what were you saying?” you looked at him expectantly.

“uh-” he faltered. “i… um- i wanted to ask if-”

“y/n!”

you turned around at the familiar voice. eric glanced in that direction too and of course, it was him again. eric looked him over, his eyes narrowing. he was tall, possibly (definitely) taller than eric, which severely hurt his ego. he was also insanely handsome, which eric despised. the younger puffed his chest out to try to look stronger but it was of no use, as the boy dragged a chair over to sit next to you, his muscles showing even through his oversized shirt.

“what are you doing here?” you smiled. you smiled! eric’s heart plummeted, envy quickly taking over every inch of his heart. i could make you smile like that too.

“just stopped by,” the man grinned, with his horribly attractive smile. “i’m exhausted from that exam.” as he talked on and on, he looked at eric with an amused glint in his eye as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. smoke was practically coming out of his ears at this point as you laughed, shoving the man away.

oh, eric was about to explode.

“ah!” you gestured to him. “this is eric, by the way.”

the man looked at eric knowingly, a sly smile appearing on his lips. “so that’s your name…”

“what?” eric asked, with a hostile voice.

“nothing, nothing,” the man was definitely amused as he got up. “i have to go, bye y/n! and don’t miss me too much!”

oh, how eric hated him.

-

later on, eric confronted that same man.

“hey,” eric gripped his shoulder, turning him around. “what’s your problem?”

the man feigned innocence, “what’d i do?”

“you know i like y/n, don’t you?” eric asked, his hand forming fists. “you know and you’re always hanging around. you even look at me while you’re being all touchy. don’t! don’t try to act slick… uh…” he paused, his mind going blank.

the other simply smirked, tilting his head, “you don’t even know my name don’t you?”

eric was about to reply but the man beat him to it.

“hyunjae,” he interrupted. and then he turned around, waving goodbye with a flick of his hand. as he walked, he glanced back at eric with a cunning smile. “and i have no idea what you’re talking about. have a nice day!”

eric loathed him.

Act 2

much to eric’s surprise though, hyunjae had disappeared for a while. were his prayers and wishes with shooting stars finally answered? would hyunjae finally vanish and stop disturbing his soon-to-be love story? it seemed like that for a while.

it was finally eric’s chance to get closer to you, with sunwoo’s constant urging. and so, he came up to you one day after the lecture.

“hey, y/n,” he gave you a nervous quirk of a smile. you looked up and smiled brightly. his heart stuttered almost immediately and so did his breath as he quickly tried to compose himself. he frantically played with the strings of his hoodie. sunwoo snickered in the background.

“hi, eric,” you softly greeted, tilting your head. eric felt like he could faint on the floor at that moment.

“do you-” he suddenly jabbed his finger at your textbook, making you jump. “want to study the next chapter to- together?”

your eyes widened and you felt excitement through your veins.

“oh!” you stood up, eagerly as you slung your bag over your shoulder. “sure!” you grinned. “let’s go to the library now then if you’re free.”

“really?” he looked at you hopefully. and then he trailed after you out of the room almost like a lost puppy.

sunwoo shook his head, “he’s got it so bad…”

-

eric wiped his sweaty palms on the fabric of his pants as he glanced at you. you looked incredibly focused while you read the chapter and took notes on it. 

eric on the other hand… he wasn’t doing quite well. he was so caught up in staring at your beauty. his eyes would constantly wander over your features, even wondering how your lips would feel against his. he quickly shook out of it.

you looked at him, puzzled. and then out of nowhere, eric felt your hand be pressed to his forehead. 

“are you feeling okay?” you looked worried. “you’ve been out of it for a while…”

his face was completely red now as he backed away. he thought that would be the end of it but much to his embarrassment, his chair had gotten caught on the carpet and he quite literally fell backward.

you yelped, immediately getting up to help him. eric was mortified as he considered just curling up into a ball in the middle of the library. nonetheless, he stood up with a pink face.

“are you hurt?” you asked, looking him over.

“no, no,” he laughed, painfully. “i’m fine.”

you looked at him skeptically. “maybe we need a break…” you pondered. you looped your arm around eric’s making him sputter. “i know, let’s go to the cafe near here?”

-

so it was a cafe date now. you were drinking your order as you stared at eric who could not seem to look you in the eye. his pupils darted everywhere, his eyes wide and round. he bit his lip nervously as he fidgeted with his bag.

“you’re like bolt,” you observed.

“huh?” he finally looked you in the eye. he wondered how beautiful someone could be just by sitting at a cafe seat near the window.

“bolt,” you repeated. “the puppy from the movie?”

eric practically choked. “you think i’m like a puppy?”

“yeah!” you laughed. he couldn’t help but smile back at your cute expression. “you always look so curious. it’s cute… like a puppy.” there was a beat of silence before you slapped your hand over your mouth, in disbelief that you had just called the arguably cute boy… cute. out loud.

he stared at you, mouth open as he gradually blushed more and more.

“thank you,” was all he could say, completely calm.

he went home and giggled about it to himself at 3 am that same day.

-

the study dates and cafe dates slowly branched out into other ways to hang out. but eric liked to call them dates. he’s delusional like that. one time, he took you to the movies where he attempted to do the “yawn and put his arm over their body subtly” thing. he failed miserably. apparently, he has bad aim.

“eric?” you looked at him confused as you munched on the popcorn.

he jolted, “h-huh?”

“you just poked my ear.”

“oh! did i? haha,” he fake laughed as he took his arm back. god, sunwoo was so going to bully him about this.

another time, he took you to the mall. you were browsing various bags when your eyes lingered on a specific one. he noticed and was about to buy it for you like the gentleman he was. except he forgot that he was a college student in debt.

“do you like this one?” he smiled sweetly. “i can buy it for you!”

“ah,” you shook your head sheepishly since you had already seen how much it cost. “y-you really don’t have to…”

eric was stubborn. “i insist!” he looked at the price tag attached to it. his eyes enlarged at the cost. it was so expensive. the number of zeroes in the number made him revolt as he hurriedly put the bag back on the shelf. “on second thought…” and he quickly walked away as he mentally slapped himself in the face.

you couldn’t help but giggle at him.

Act 3

hyunjae came back.

eric clearly remembered gasping when he witnessed hyunjae open the door to the lecture hall. he even looked at the poor young boy and winked cheekily. eric swore he saw red.

and of course, hyunjae would bound straight over to you, swinging an arm over your shoulder to pull you into a tight side hug.

“you good?” sunwoo nudged him.

eric could only glare, the paper in his hand now turning into a crumpled ball under his fist. 

“i literally hate him.”

unlike last time though, eric did not stray far anymore. instead, he clung to you. he refused to leave your side in fear that hyunjae would come and snatch you away from the only love of his life. as soon as class ended, he immediately was by your side. again, like a puppy.

“hi, eric!” you gave him a hug. he froze, looking down at the top of your head as he slowly wrapped his arms around your waist.

“oh,” he breathed out, surprised. “this… this is nice.”

“mhm,” you hummed. “i think so too.” you nuzzled closer.

(sunwoo wondered to himself, “aren’t they already dating at this point…”)

-

one day, the two of you were taking a peaceful walk, talking about how horrible your exams went and how badly eric craved instant ramen at that moment. that was when hyunjae suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

“y/n!” he ruffled your hair. eric grumbled, rolling his eyes. what a way to ruin his day. “did you do something to your hair?” hyunjae asked, smiling sweetly (obnoxiously, in eric’s opinion). “it looks nice.”

eric mumbled to himself, “i noticed first…”

when you confirmed hyunjae’s observation and finally shooed him away to his next class, you turned and noticed eric glaring daggers at hyunjae’s back.

you poked him. he looked at you, his eyes softening. “everything okay?” you asked.

he paused and gazed at you with an unreadable expression.

“are you aware that he’s been hitting on you all this time?”

you froze, your heart had stopped beating. “eric-”

“it’s seriously getting annoying,” he groaned. “every time we spend time together, he’s always there, ruining the moment. with his stupidly handsome face, his long legs, his perfect hair, his fit body, his-” eric paused. “whatever! you get the point. still, don’t you think that it’s a bit low of him? like does he not get the hint? shouldn’t he back off since i-”

and eric really should have stopped before he would blurt out something stupid. but eric was never good at stopping himself.

“since i like you.”

you stared for a while. he looked at you, his mouth shut closed as a blush began to creep up his neck at the realization that he had just confessed. and then you burst out laughing.

“i-” he stuttered. “i didn’t mean to confess i-”

you kept on laughing. eric continued to try to defend himself.

he scrambled for words, “it’s just that you are so my type. you’re so beautiful and kind and i can’t help but-”

and you leaned up, cupping his face in your hands, and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. he gasped, looking at you with wide eyes. and then they darkened, looking straight at your lips. he quickly wrapped a hand around your waist, making you yelp as he pulled you right against his body. his lips were back on yours, deepening the kiss with such tenderness that you couldn’t help but melt in his arms.

you pulled away after a while, trying to catch your breath.

“hyunjae is my older brother.”

…

and it’s like the whole world came crashing down on him.

“what?” he squawked.

“he’s my brother!” you laughed. “he disappeared earlier because he had to go and do a study for the major he’s in. eric…” you poked his cheek. “he’s just very affectionate. no need to be jealous. oh, and by the way,” you leaned up, whispering in his ear. “i like you too.”

eric practically almost fainted.

“you like me?” he exclaimed as if you hadn’t just initiated the first kiss. “and wait-” he gasped loudly. “was he doing all that on- on purpose? are you serious? he knew?” he put his face in the palm of his hands with mortification. “i hate that guy so much. and you- you like me?”

you giggled and pulled him into a kiss, interrupting his little crisis.

he quickly forgot about it when he felt your lips against his.

“oh, i could get used to this,” he mumbled, pulling you closer by the waist.

Extra Scene

“why’re you hiding behind a tree?” younghoon remarked, appearing behind hyunjae who seemed to be spying on two people… kissing and giggling.

“oh they’re so cute, those two little lovebirds,” hyunjae snickered. “all thanks to my plan.”

younghoon punched his shoulder, “stop standing there, you dork. you’re going to be late for your first date. enough of playing cupid for one day…”

“never.”

[kimbap-r0ll]

Idk if the ask got sent bc of my internet connection but, if that's okay could i request the dorm leaders reacting to MC simping for students from other schools? Like not just RSA, Noble bell college too (they're a school in the new event) and other schools in general.

And they keep on gushing about how hot/cute/respectful students from [insert school] are compared to NRC.

Hi, thank you for the ask! Here's how it would go, the MC isn't dating anyone in these scenarios too btw

Dorm Leaders react to MC simping for other schools

Riddle

He doesn't mind, if that's what you want to do then go for it, as long as it doesn't distract your studies he'll let you do whatever

However, when you mention that RSA is wayy better in smarts too, Riddle almost snaps his pen in half. Is this a bet?

"Look y/n, I know that you think the boys look cute over there but seriously I doubt they have half of the smarts we do," he counters. "Oh yeah? Then who won the potions championship last year?"

Riddle overall won't care but if smarts are played into this then he might take it as a challenge haha

Leona

He thought it was funny and would tease you for it. Like you think those stuffy RSA uniforms are cute? "Dang that's sad haha"

However, he can't lie that he's starting to feel a bit angry, sort of competitive knowing that you especially like the other side's spelldrive team

He won't show that he's slightly jealous of the fact that you prefer the other side's "jacked captain" but you will see him scowl whenever you talk about them

"Are you jealous?" "Of course not."

Azul

His ego's already pretty low so why would you simp right in front of him ;-;

He knows that he's one of the best students overall in so many things but when he realizes that you especially are simping for prince Rielle he can't help but feel a little upset. It's not like he has a crush on you (probably does) but seeing you gush about Rielle makes him on edge

"Yes I understand you like him, but what about me?" "What about you?" "Okay ;-;"

Overall he won't care that much unless it's that guy specifically. Please try to keep him from crying about his self-esteem ;-;

Kalim

He'll simp with you lmaoo

If you two like someone from RSA he'll totally understand. Some of his best friends are there anyways! However, if you simp for Noble Bell, he'll be a bit confused.

"They're so...stuffy?" Kalim would say. He's seen Rollo probably and oh Great Seven he looked like a partykiller. "But he's hot-" you would try to justify

Just know that he's completely fine with you simping but he might ask you why because he's curious

Vil

His ego is so inflated why would you decide to simp in front of him :/

Whoever you simp about he'll have something to complain. You might say that Rollo looks amazing but Vil will say that Rollo's hair is disgusting. However, if you simp for Neige...

"You like his what? His looks? Please y/n are you blind?" Vil would roll his eyes while you try to justify your opinion

He won't listen to you if you like Neige because of his personal rivalry haha

Idia

He literally doesn't care because he's busy simping for 2d characters haha

However he won't understand why you like Noble Bell so much, especially with how archaic everything is in there. Like you like the stairs?

"Look, I really don't get it. Sure it looks like a video game setting but it's so dusty," Idia said. "But look at their uniforms! It's HOT"

He's not complaining but he does find it a bit confusing. Like yes NRC is old but you really like that school more?

Malleus

He's just curious why you prefer the other schools more than NRC. He suspects it has to do with the fact that Crowley abuses your limits but when he hears you like RSA more because there's hotter people there he just laughs

It's not that he's laughing at you, but he finds it funny that the physical appearance is the determining factor

"I understand, why don't you try and ask one of them out?" Malleus says while walking with you, "Er, I can't I'm busy with Crowley shenanigans ;-;"

He's just intrigued, he won't be upset :)

[sillyandquiteawkward]

ended up dumping vaguely chronological secondo headcanons down so enjoy. or dont im not your dad.

got middle child syndrome HARD

he tries to make up for it by being nasty to terzo for a lot of their life. can range from stealing his stuff and calling him a baby despite their age difference being only 3 months, to pushing him down a flight of stairs (broke his arm. terzos fine.)

despite this they are near inseparable. mischief team extraordinaires

always admired primo for his level head and wished he could get over his hotheadedness (he will learn eventually how to smother his emotions) (this is not necessarily a good thing for him)

in the same breath hes incredibly jealous over terzo’s brains and charisma. he wishes he could BE terzo.

incredibly melancholic guy. he is not against writing sad angsty poetry and lyrics. just for himself tho. it will never see the light of day. (ok maybe zombie queen will.)

he grew up underachieving bc he could never outpace either of his brothers when he did try.

people still expect SO MUCH from him despite trying to look as useless as possible. theres a small part of him that hates his family and the expectations hes dealt because of it. hes SUPPOSED to be better than this. why cant you be like primo. why cant you be like terzo. secondo is asking the same questions. why CANT he just be them.

likes working out bc he can put on his tunes and be by himself for a few hours. terzo once asked if he could join him and secondo told him he looks great so he doesnt need to. (working on not snapping. doing better)

becomes an alcoholic very soon after becoming old enough to drink.

one day in their twenties, terzo comes to him seeking comfort bc he failed a class outright and feels like his life is coming apart at the seams. terzos crying freaking out like hes going to get in trouble despite him being an adult and secondo finally gets it through his thick skull that his perfect brothers are people too and are going through their own shit. he comforts terzo and secondo airs out his resentment.

hes getting more mature and tries his best to act like an adult. hes trying to do a lot of things actually. puts all of himself into the ministry and the business side of things. he becomes very close to sister imperator in this time. hes being nice to copia.

hes riding the high of being appreciated and acknowledged by others for his hard work. it might not be perfect, but it feels nice.

over the years he gets to be known as someone who only cares about business and getting shit done with a pissed off face. all work and no play. people dont like approaching him. this is perfectly fine for him.

likes to startle people with his jokes and just breaking his stoic character around them. why yes, mr angry accountant priest man will make dick and fart jokes. this is one of the few pleasures in his life currently.

wears readers to look at papers and computer screens. has a single pair of prescription sunglasses for when the hangovers get bad but he still needs to work.

didnt start partying hard until after 50 where it hit him he needs to fucking live a little and stop himself from rotting behind a desk. instead of getting drunk at home he now gets drunk at bars and random peoples houses. hes sleeping around. hes blowing his money away. typical midlife crisis things.

sister is disappointed to see secondo go back to shirking his work like when he was younger. when she tries to talk to him, he insists its not a problem and that hes still getting his work done, and at that point, he is.

seeing primo be a rockstar really did inspire him to want that as well. he started writing songs even before the mantle was passed to him.

secondo promised sister he could handle being the lead to the band and the world domination plans before primos retirement was announced to everyone else. sister wanted to trust him, and she did, but couldnt help thinking he wouldnt take it seriously.

he doesnt. he uses it for more parties and to get laid.

after getting fired from the band he retires from the ministry and parties like theres no tomorrow. who cares anymore. what else is there to life than the temporary.

[aizawasdumbwhore]

The League of Villains In A Relationship w/ You

A/N: the reader goes by she/her in this specific headcannon. I wanted to do more for Spinner and Mr. Compress but i didn't really know what else to add, i apologize.

Warnings: toxic relationship dynamics, slight NSFW, suggestive

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Shigaraki

I hate everyone but you trope

possessive

affectionate in a nonchalant way

always has his arm around your waist

pulls you in close to him and then will look down and smile at you

a cocky you're mine type of smile

all kinds of pet names like princess, darling, baby, babe, etc

will show you off to others as a way of possession

"my princess", "my girl", "my baby", "my darling"

always pulls you to sit on his lap

will also play with your hair as you sit there

lots of gaming together

(he gets pretty competitive but it's cute)

Dabi

jealous

very possessive

wants nobody to look at you

is very afraid of losing you

very clingy but acts like he's not

denies anything about being jealous or clingy of you though

is pretty insecure behind the scenes

gets angry and aggressive if he sees another guy check you out or flirt with you

sometimes he'll just stare them down

when going to bed, he'll start off distant. but throughout the night he'll slide his way over to you and hold you while you sleep

lots of kissing you in public if he feels like his relationship is being threatened

opens up A LOT once he trusts you

in the beginning he acted like a huge asshole

but once he realized you were there to stay, he let it all open up

it was slow but now he was completely vulnerable

he loves it and hates it at the same time because of his abandonment and trust issues

you're the only one he truly trusts

has his head on your lap as you play with his hair

late night texts and calls

especially between 3 am and 5 am

Toga

always holding your hand, super tight

very clingy

likes to tell you stories about her day

always plays with your hair

loves to braid it and brush it

she'll even put little clips in and bows

always does the stereotypical highschool girl sleepovers w/ you bc she never really got that growing up

nails, make-up, hair, all that stuff

she's very cuddly and always looking to be held

lots of days where you two just don't do anything besides exist in each other's presence

this is nice bc she can be reading some new magazine as you watch tv

she'll be laying across your lap and occasionally show you highlights that she enjoyed

sharing clothes

Spinner

always takes you on very simple dates

playing games together a lot

Twice

laying in his arms while he holds the phone to watch YouTube gaming videos

he's a lot softer than you would have expected

very strong beliefs about heros and Stain that he talks about a lot

very affectionate with words

makes sure to remind you all the time that he loves you A LOT

cute little notes and gifts left behind for you to find

lights your cigarette for you

you'll turn and catch him smiling, admiring you

always talks greatly about you to others

on lazy days, he'll lay down with his arm around you while you read a book

very touchy and clingy

always has to have an arm around you

he also loves to show you off and let everyone know you're his girl

Mr. Compress

always calls or texts to check up on you and make sure you're good

you two are like two little giggling children

never a dull moment when you two are together

always goofy

likes to show you little tricks

teaches you how to do some of the simpler ones

some he doesn't tell you because his excuse is a magician never reveals his tricks

he liked you once he first saw you and did a few to impress you

ride or die for you completely

[quodekash]

CONTINUING EPISODE 5

sorry bro, she's into women

which is totally fair, have you SEEN women????

she's AGGRESSIVELY trying to communicate her love of women with him

HES SO JEALOUS THIS IS HILARIOUS

(its reminding me of sound getting really angry when pat suggests that tiw might like win)

(I PHYSICALLY CANNOT STOP TALKING ABOUT THE SATANG AND PERTH SIBLINGS AGENDA, IM SORRY (im not sorry))

IT'S SO CUTE OH MY GOSH

I LOVE

LMAO

NICE ONE

OML

IM WHEEZING

I THINK HE DREW HIM AS HANDSOME SQUIDWARD

THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING IVE EVER SEEN

IM DYING

THE RESEMBLANCE IS UNCANNY

OML ITS 1 IN THE MORNING I NEED TO BE QUIET AND NOT WAKE EVERYONE UP BUT IM LAUGHING SO HARD

it's been over three minutes straight of me just laughing at this

im losing my mind

EVERY TIME I THINK IVE CALMED DOWN, I OPEN UP THE YOUTUBE TAB AGAIN, AND THEN IT BRINGS ANOTHER BURST OF LAUGHTER

I quite literally laughed about the handsome squidward drawing for nearly 5 whole minutes

OH MY GOODNESS

AND HE GETS A BASKETBALL THROWN AT HIM????

ARE WE ABOUT TO GET GUYNAWA CONTENT AS WELL???

WHEN I THOUGHT THIS EPISODE COULDNT GET ANY BETTER OMG

THEY ARE FLIRTING

TAKE NOTES, GUYS, THIS IS FLIRTING

i... have never been flirted with before. nor have I ever flirted with someone before. (at least to my knowledge)

BUT THEYRE FLIRTING GUYS THYERE FLIRTING

oh you wanna make out with him so bad

THEYRE FLIRTING SO HARD

THEYRE JUST TRYNA GET EACH OTHER'S ATTENTION

JUST MAKE OUT GUYS, ITLL BE A MORE PRODUCTIVE USE OF YOUR TIME

PO4ENKWGOPILVJWENJKGSVOJW3E4HIBSJGJPOINVOP4JWEOPINSGD

THEY SHOOK HANDS

THEIR HANDS ARE HOLDING EACH OTHER

ALSO: THEY HAVE TO BE NICE TO EACH OTHER FOR AT LEAST A WHILE

AND THEN THEYRE GONNA GET USED TO BEING NICE TO EACH OTHER WITH THE FRIENDLY BANTER THROWN IN THERE FOR SPICE

AND THEN THEYRE GONNA MAKE OUT OR SMTH

WOAH

W O A H

WOAH BUDDY

I COULD FEEL THE SEXUAL TENSION OF THAT THROUGH THE SCREEN

they just need to slap their bodies against each other (clothes optional)

THE HEAD TILT

HES SO ATTENTIVE

LOOK AT THE LONGING LOVING STARE

I have no idea who this is.

but I am very much in love with her

the amount that he cares about him is literally insane and its making me insane

THE LOCKS

OH MY GOODNESS

aw nooo sailom is sad bc he knows kang likes pimfah :(

WHAT DOES HE NEED TO DO

IS HE GONNA PUT UP HIS OWN LOCK???

IS HE GONNA PUT UP HIS OWN LOCK AND ITLL BE LIKE LOCKED WITH SAILOMS OR SMTH?????

OMG OR MAYBE

MAYBE HE'S GONNA TRIP OVER IN THE ENGINEERING SQUARE THINGY

oh :(

but the sad piano music is playing and its showing sailom's face

im wanting to think that sailom's gonna turn around bc he's sad, and as soon as he starts walking away, kang's gonna suddenly have a realisation and he'll change his mind and he'll put the lock with sailom's, but im definitely delusional

what.

hang on

im so confused right now

she... likes sailom?

what?????

I-

wh

what????

I wasn't expecting a love triangle like this???

IM LITERALLY SO CONFUSED WHAT IS GOING ON

GIVE ME ANSWERS BITCH

dude.

DUDE.

D U D E

THE WAY THAT YOU'RE LOOKING AT HIM RN??????

ITS MAKING ME EVEN MORE CONFUSED

D U D E

YOU'RE FOCUSSING SO MUCH ON HIS LIPS THERE HAD TO BE A ZOOM IN SHOT

THERE IS NO HETERO EXPLANATION

I WAS SO SURE KANG WOULD REALISE HIS FEELINGS TODAY BUT ITS JUST GOTTEN SO BLINDINGLY OBVIOUS TO EVERYONE EXCEPT HIM

O K A Y

OKAYOKAYOKAYOKAYOKAYOKAY

OKAY

ITS ALL GOOD

THANK GOODNESS

SO HE'S GONNA *PROPERLY* REALISE HIS FEELINGS NEXT WEEK AND HES GONNA DANCE AROUND TELLING HIM FOR THE ENTIRE EPISODE AND THEN THEYRE GONNA KISS AT THE END GJREKDBG I CANT WAIT

im so proud of myself for being right about that. I predicted that they're gonna kiss next week. im so freaking awesome

in other news: I am not okay

IN OTHER OTHER NEWS: IT'S ONLY 1:45AM TODAY AND IVE ALREADY FINISHED, IM DOING BETTER THAN I DID LAST WEEK

goodnight folks, and keep breathing drts

peace out ✌️

[r0ttente3th]

some funtime freddy headcanons for the fellow ftf lovers!

also ramblings / real facts under the cut

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- gets jealous of fridges bc they have more storage space than him and it is technically also an animatronic

- would have beef with shopping carts

- he has autistic meltdowns because he gets overwhelmed my beloved

- is locked in the storage room by baby bc she finds him annoying

- is able to comprehend death but also just wants to make friends

- hes reallt fucking stupid /lh

- his faceplates twitch when hes curiously staring or when hes thinking about murder

- bonbon is literally his therapy support! they both love one another very much /p

- hes got a stutter and a hyperfixation for bday parties

- likes ballora /p bc shes kind and can actually tolerate him

- i personally hc at him around 600 lb than 350

- if he wasnt murderous he would be a hit with the kids bc of his stupid humor

- he kills people both because he just wants to kill them but also bc he plays rough, and then doesn’t understand once they die why they wont play with him any more

-would try and be besties w glam fred

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hes the thing that brought me back INTO fnaf

i like to hc he is autistic considering his voice actor kellen goff himself is autistic! thag and ftf very obviously in at least CTW (special interest of murdering) and in SL (special interest in the birthday boyyyy~!) has the tism

they are the FIRST animatronics in the games to have voicelines which i love, it makes them feel more sentient which is why i personally interpret ftf as more sentient if anything

he can literally mimic other peoples voices and thats so fucking cool

the only thing keeping him at bay consistently is fucking bonbon and thats it! he doesnt have his own stage so you cant shock him and he has canonically maimed at least 2 engineers who tried to power him off!

HE CANONICALLY HAS ANGER ISSUES AND GETS OVER FRUSTRATED WHICH IS SO

AUGHHHFHFBFBFB/POS

THE THING ABOUT HIMNIS THAT LIKE

BABY IS SMART AND SO IS FT FOXY

SAME WITH BALLORA

THEYRE ALL MENTALLY SENTIENT AND AWARE AND ABLE TO MANIPULATE BUT FTF FREDDY ISNT

THE ONLY CONSTANT THING ON HIS MIND IS MURDER HES LIKE AN ANGRY GUARD DOG

he talks to himself and talks to bonbon, he says shit in a singsong voice, hes literally playful and gets excited at the thought of fucking murdering people it’s so cute

if he just decided that he got angry st bonbon one day, he could just rip the guy off his arm and crush him to death under his fucking foot

and then you would quite literally be unable to stop him from murdering you

he has such a specific personality that i am so into. playfully murderous and stupid.

HE CALLS YOU A FUVKING PARTY POOPER INNTHE SISTER LOCATION CUSTOM NIGHT WHENEVER YOU BEAT HIM

hes so good at hearing and is beyond fucking eager and curious! “go back to your stage!” “it was just a mouse!” BONBON LITERALLY HAS TO LIE AND CONVINCE HIS ASS THAT HES JUST HEARING SHIT

he GASLIGHTS FTF FOR A LIVING

i really like ftf

hes only 350 pounds which is actually really impressive considering hes 6 foot

he has such a specific personality that i am so into. playfully murderous and stupid.

HE CALLS YOU A FUVKING PARTY POOPER INNTHE SISTER LOCATION CUSTOM NIGHT WHENEVER YOU BEAT HIM

hes so good at hearing and is beyond fucking eager and curious! “go back to your stage!” “it was just a mouse!” BONBON LITERALLY HAS TO LIE AND CONVINCE HIS ASS THAT HES JUST HEARING SHIT

he GASLIGHTS FTF FOR A LIVING

i really like ftf

hes only 350 pounds which is actually really impressive considering hes 6 foot

[kruxton]

Into more PHC headcanons,

Mr sin will spend time with the form 4s and form 5s as a way to make up for himself on not caring enough for the students.

I imagine kahar and Fakhri will have an awkward time spending together and due to the fact kahar is trying to be a good senior to Fakhri.

I also wanna hear more about your headcanons about Naim and Amir please?

mr sin feels that he is to blame (at least partially) for the situation and its weighing him down heavily. so he steps up his game and actually Does his Job and starts socialising with his students like Pn. Faniza does, because he'll be damned if he lets anything like /that/ happen again

imagining the fakhri kahar situation afterwards is so funny to me. kahar is desperately trying to make amends but he cant do that if fakhri doesnt want to talk to him like 😭😭 bro approaches fakhri but hes looking everywhere but in kahar's direction trying not to get mad is that not the funniest thing ever

OKAY so naim and amir hc under the cut. ive never put this into actual words before so i apologise in advance if they dont make sense ok (edit: it turned out WAY longer than i imagined thats mb)

yk that scene that happens sometime after amir's past and trauma is revealed where naim is really angry (i forget why) but then lashes out onto amir bc smth smth why the fuck do u care so much are u fucking gay for me? (im like 99% sure this happened but if it didnt.. uhmm we're going to pretend it did)

i think in that moment amir didn't know the answer to that genuinely. he definitely knows that /something/ in him changed after what happened to him in that store room, but being gay was NOT an option, it just couldnt be, he wont LET it be. bc its not like he was attracted to any guys, right??? he doesnt care for any guy like THAT, yk?? or at least thats what he thought

once naim accused amir of being gay for him, something definitely snapped. it hurt, it hurt, but it wasnt his dignity that shattered. it was his heart.

(did that go hard? i think that went hard. im proud of myself)

because what if naim was right? what if naim just saw right through him and actually.. believed it?

cue the panic and worry that went on in his brain because who the fuck was he going to talk to abt this. his bestfriend? not an option

i like to believe thats why he barely showed up again until that scene in the hospital. ik the show played it off as them being so so angry at each other, and yeah, they probably were? but the both of them knew something went wrong between them at that moment in the dorm when naim used amir's trauma against him (bc when u put it like that.. how couldnt smth be wrong), and they were worried for their friendship, the both of them.

now we cue the internalised homophobia. i assume u can imagine how that goes

naim getting hurt really bad and needing to go to the hospital is what triggered amir's brain to make up his mind on his feelings and guess what? yeah he's gay for naim. and he doesnt have time to worry abt this anymore cause naim is Dying. he could die at any second. whatever the feelings he harbours for him doesnt matter because after everything he is still his bestfriend.

so he stomps his newfound feelings down and doesnt let himself think abt it. and when they hug in that waiting room and naim goes 'aku sayang kau wei' at him, its bittersweet but he cant ruin the moment, not again.

ok flashforward now

he's content with being naim's bestfriend. sure, he gets jealous when naim goes out with that girl (i forgot her name) but at least now he knows there's a valid reason for it instead of an irrarional envy as his bestfriend, so he accepts it and moves on (he doesnt really. but what choice does he have?)

[andvys]

PART 19

- Chrissy and Robin are so cute!

- What Heather said to Y/N about her outfit was suspicious

-WHY?? EDDIE DIDN'T WENT TO THE PARTY!

-The last day of Eddie as a DM :( aww

- Wayne, Eddie, Y/N's mom and Y/N!! That's so cute! (It felt like something that couples do, idk why)

- Eddie x Y/N!! (Just kidding... Maybe)

- I love that Argyle and Heather are officially dating!

- "He set his eyes back on you" (I only want Eddie's eyes on me!)

- Again, I hate asshole Ray!

- They left Y/N alone? Ugh! I wish Eddie was there!

- I hate Billy too

- The "Eddie is not my boyfriend" hurts

- Everyone knows that Eddie has feelings for Y/N, except Y/N. I wish she knew and that Eddie was her bf :(

- Y/N feels nervous but safe with Steve? I mean she could also feel nervous bc of Billy, but I think that she's more annoyed than nervous around Billy

- "Steve, who wants you just as much as Eddie does" (STEDDIE X READER!!!)

- THE ANGRY MOM POSE!!!!

- Steve protecting Y/N from Billy! That's good, but again, before, when they were dating he got jealous of every guy Y/N talked to, so I still think they're better as friends

- THEY'RE BOTH JEALOUS!!!

- Steve and Y/N act like friends, like I thought that it would've been uncomfortable but it's not, but I still think that them being friends it's better

- "When he was still good for you" I'm team Eddie, obviously, bc Steve hurted Y/N so so bad

- -Y/N feeling insecure again! I hate that, I just want her to be happy!

- I miss Eddie in this chapter!

- "Eddie and I do both sometimes" Like Eddie and Y/N feel like the type of couple that can just cuddle and talk for hours, they're just cute! Love them!

- "You will always be a sweet girl, the one that is too kind to the world despite how harshly it treated you in the past" That's why I love Y/N (and how you wrote that line was just so magical!!)

- I hate Carol and Tommy!

- I don't like the people that are playing spin the bottle with Y/N, like they're awful, except from Johnathan, the rest are just cruel

- "Carol looks pissed" She deserves that!

- Y/N's right, make out sessions happening in front of someone sounds horrifying!

- NOOOO! KISSING BILLY?? NOOOOO!

- "His ring, digging in your waist" EDDIEEEEEE!!!

- Steve and Y/N kissing??

- "He missed you so much" I hate that he cheated on her, let me be delusional and pretend this will be an Eddie x Reader after what Steve did!

- AHH! Steve still has an opportunity with her! I can't be delusional anymore!

- Or maybe, if Steve and Eddie both date Y/N...

- Y/N smokes?? That happened before or after Steve breaking her heart?

- EDDIE AND Y/N LIKE EACH OTHER! I KNEW IT!! I LOVE IT!!!!

- "I just wonder why you and Eddie aren't dating" I wish I knew that! I want that so bad!

- I don't want Y/N to be in pain again! It's too much!!

- "Does she always want what you have?" Does that means that Eddie and Y/N are for each other??

- He kissed Y/N again! OMG, it literally reminded me of the Art Deco part "Cause you want more"

- It's giving Steddie x Reader again!!

Correct me if I'm wrong, Y/N likes Eddie, but she also (still) likes Steve? It's really giving Steddie x reader vibes!

- BUT! Y/N is still in pain, I hate Steve!

- "He destroyed too much" Yes, he did!

I liked this part, I wish Eddie would've appeared in this, and I also feel like what Steve did at the end could trigger Y/N more in every aspect, like, she was trying to get over him, but he just makes it difficult

-🩷

Always team Eddie even after the kiss with Steve huh? 🤭 that’s totally understandable though, I like her with Eddie too.

She was definitely very annoyed by Billy, especially during the spin the bottle moment.

She started smoking after the breakup 👀 & she likes Steve — I mean, she loves him still but she may or may not have feelings for Eddie…

You’ll see more of Eddie in the next chapter & his reaction to the kiss/kisses 👀

[isaacathom]

ds9 yime, s2e4

jumping in for s2e4, its kind of weird that the three parter had the whole station evacuated, ends with everyone coming back, and then e4 immediately goes 'everyones evacuated' feels like perhaps this couldve been planned better. also the subtitles seem to have hanged styling now.

okay so now its weird again because quark has, once again, been forced to stay behind by dint of there not being enough space on the shuttles despite offers to pay, which is exactly what happened in the three parter. what is going on. this is like... deja vu.

oh good quarks pulling some shit (?) whats the deal with that

oh bashirs so delighted. love my excited funky guy.

ah. hmm. "is that supposed to be some kind of threat?" "they've got odo in there" "oh. i see :(" bashir you are a fucking delight

see my issue w/ st aliens is im looking at mareel and going... what... are you? we've got a klingon, we've got a trill, is she also a klingon?? but shes so pale. half klingon? like should i know what she is.

sisko asking if she knows the trill is like assuming anyone knows everyone else from X locale. she definitely does but ? still weird. YOURE HERE JUST FOR DAX? come the fuck on man. oh i see its a trill thing, understood.

verad's fascinating. oh come on man obrien hasnt done shit.

bashir is very good and i love him. hes very good. and very much doesnt want to be here. bashir looks fucking angry as shit at this whole thing. i love him for that. just resigned and furious.

ugh. gross. i hate medical stuff. that shits nasty.

oh boring shes motivated by love. snore.

sisko, folding his hands together: well now youre dax you'll be fully aware that me and dax are chill and cool.

hate to say it but jadzia talking about how empty and lonely it is without Dax is like. ooooh. i think i get it. and that feels unfortunate

oh this actor is having a BALL, getting to play a stammering awkward man and then walk back in playing for all intents and purposes a completely different character. yes!

i love that sisko knew he'd be able to fucking get into verads head off the bat because he knows Dax! he knows Curzon and Jadzia! he knows a lot of what he knows. he knows what theyre like. its so good.

mareel is 100% the most boring character here. motivated by love, immediately feeling jealous that her symbiont-ed boyfriend has a better relationship with Sisko than to her, snore.

"we are still friends, right?" "i hope so. come down the infirmary and prove it" sisko fucking rules man. and immediately going 'well, then we arent friends, fuck off' get his ass sisko!

fuck yea quark get his ass

... did they swap mareel and jadzia? cause she doesnt sound right and shes got a jadzia vibe. is that whats happening here. have i forgotten what jadzia's vibe is. like. somethings up. theres something going on here where like, theyre taking advantage of the fact Verad Dax doesn't remember Mareel anywhere near as much as he remembers Sisko, proportionally to lifetimes. SOMETHINGS going on here. okay no i just forgot what mareel sounds like but that wouldve been a fuck of a bit right, imagine that shit. i got overexcited about science bullshit

YES

JULIAN

YES

YES BOYS GET EM

julian just gets to be more competent in s2 i love that development for him

mareel is extremely boring but i commend the efforts being made, shes got some stuff going on.

get his ass benjamin! yes! yes! get his ass!

ohhh i understand the trill spot thing now, i see now why folks are wild for em, i needed to see them on more than just the temples and neck but i do think i understand.

well thats the only ep for the night (bc i was out earlier), that was nice! i liked it!

[not-alien-girl-v]

Fluffy Tate Langdon HCs

(part 2)

Warning: implications of smut but i keep it PG

Note: The way i didn’t make this Murder House Tate because it makes me too sad to think about :(

Ok maybe this is just a me thing bc I do this a lot but I think you guys would do a lot of stick and pokes together

Like yeah you’d have to talk him out of putting his name on your ass or something but it’s still such a cute little ritual to have matching little hearts on the sides of your fingers

He’d love to look at your little tattoos when you’re laying together, he’d just grab your hand and put your inked finger right beside his, gently tracing his pointer finger over yours and smiling softly

Even though you’re obviously his best friend, he definitely has other friends too, probably some other weirdos at school who hang with him at lunch sometimes

You just KNOW he’d love to show you off to them all the time. And all his friends would give him so much crap for being so in love with someone

But he doesn’t let it get to him too much. There’s pretty much nothing you could do to get him to stop loving you (except maybe cheat, he’s super jealous lol)

I read this thing somewhere that was like ‘treat men like dogs’ and I think it definitely applies here omg

Take him out on walks together, get him a little treat from the store, pet his head when he rests it on your lap when you sit on the couch

Getting inspiration from the song ‘My Pug’ by Nicole Dollanganger here

His mother and father both aren’t/weren’t the best parents to him, we know this, I’ll let you be the judge of if he has a daddy/mommy kink bc I don’t want to write smut rn

But if you take on sort of a loving parental role in your relationship, he’d fall in love so fast

He loves to say he protects you but let’s be real, he is just a scared little boy, and 9 times out of 10, it’s you protecting him

But play the victim sometimes, let him feel like a big strong man saving his damsel in distress

Did I mention that he gets like super jealous

Seriously have I mentioned that yet

Not even kidding, you saw that episode with the new guy who moved into the house

Tate has 2 types of jealousy: sad jealousy and pissed jealousy

His sad jealousy is probably when he’s already going through something and he sees you talking to another guy and suspects you like him more than you like himself

He won’t go and rage out, he’d just probably hide somewhere and cry alone

If you catch him doing this, wipe his tears away, kiss him softly and give him a tight hug, maybe remind him of how much you love him and how he’s the only one for you

But his angry jealousy

Oh boy

He mostly does this when it seems more obvious that you’re playing into his jealousy, like if you ever try to mess with him or purposefully make him jealous

He will harshly grab your wrist and pull you away from whoever you’re talking to. He’d drag you to the car and force you in, and start driving you to his house.

If he doesn’t do that, he’ll wait until the both of you get home to unleash his anger at you. Whether it be a screaming match or something else, he’s a little psycho sometimes

It’s only because he loves you and he doesn’t want you to leave. Sometimes he tries to hide all that from you but you can always see through it