#they made a bet on how long it would take them to act romantic in court XD

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Loser!Jinx x Reader Headcanons

Jinx wasn’t just a loser—she was the loser. The kind who sat in the back of the class doodling in her notebook instead of taking notes, who always had a random bruise from doing something stupid, and who somehow had a negative GPA but could explain the entire plot of an obscure 90s anime no one had ever heard of.

She wasn’t exactly hated at school, but she was weird, loud, and unpredictable, which made people avoid her. Except for Vi, who was always yelling at her to “Get your shit together, Powder,” and Sevika, who only tolerated her because Vi forced her to.

Then there was you.

The first time Jinx saw you, she short-circuited. She was just trying to make it through another miserable day of Algebra when you walked into the classroom, and suddenly, math didn’t exist anymore. All she could think was:

“Oh no.”

You were effortlessly cool—new to school, good at everything Jinx wasn’t, and way out of her league. But you were nice. Too nice. The kind of nice that made Jinx go home and kick her feet while screaming into her pillow because why would you ever talk to her unless you were planning to ruin her life?

- The first time you talk to her, it’s because you sit next to her in Algebra.

You: “Hey, do you have a pencil?”

Jinx, panicking: “Wh—uh—I—yeah—no—I mean—” (frantically digs through her backpack, pulls out a crayon).

You: “…Thanks?”

Jinx: “Yeah! Totally! I only use crayons, actually. Pencils are a government conspiracy.”

You: “Oh? Tell me more.”

She thinks you’re messing with her. But you don’t laugh. You actually listen. And when she rants about whatever nonsense is currently living rent-free in her head, you just nod along like she’s making sense.

She falls in love immediately.

- Jinx is the type of loser who spends all her time online, plays obscure indie games, and has a concerning amount of conspiracy theories about random things (like why the school vending machine is always out of strawberry soda).

- She is hopelessly, painfully, pathetically in love with you. Like, full-blown kicking her feet and giggling into her pillow kind of crush. She doesn’t even try to be normal about it.

- If you so much as glance in her direction, her brain short-circuits. Immediate blue screen of death. Malfunctioning Jinx noises.

- She swears she’s being subtle, but the entire school knows she’s down horrendously bad for you. Like, it’s embarrassing. Vi has tried to stage an intervention. Sevika has bet money on how long it’ll take before she faints in front of you.

- If you actually talk to her? Oh, she’s done for. Stammering, tripping over her words, probably dropping whatever she’s holding. You could ask her the simplest question, and she’d be like:

You: “Hey, do you have a pencil?”

Jinx, sweating bullets: “Uh—uh—uh—uh—I—pen—yes—no—I mean—I do? Maybe? What’s a pencil?”

- She definitely stalks your social media. She has your entire posting schedule memorized, knows all your interests, and tries to bring them up in conversation to impress you—but it just makes her sound insane.

Jinx: “Soooo… I heard you like frogs.”

You: “What?”

Jinx: “Uh. Frogs. Y’know. Ribbit.”

- If you compliment her, even as a joke, she will take it to her grave. Like, you could say, “Hey, cool jacket,” and she’ll wear that same jacket every day for a month straight.

- One time you called her cute. She has not recovered.

- She tries to act cool around you, but she’s the type of loser who fumbles everything. Drops her phone. Walks into doors. Trips over air. It’s a miracle she hasn’t spontaneously combusted yet.

- If you so much as smile at her, she’s writing about it in her diary like it’s the most life-changing event to ever happen.

“FEBRUARY 8TH, 2025. 3:47 PM. Y/N SMILED AT ME. I CAN DIE HAPPY NOW.”

or

“February 8th, 2025. 3:47 PM. Y/N TOUCHED MY ARM. I CAN NEVER WASH IT AGAIN.”

- Jinx, in her head, planning out all the ways she could confess to you: Writing you a love letter? Making a mixtape? A grand, romantic gesture?

- Jinx, in reality: “I like your face.”

- If you start liking her back? Oh, she’s doomed. Malfunctioning. Exploding. Game over.

People still don’t understand how you two work, but at this point, it doesn’t even matter. You and Jinx are in your own little world, and honestly? It’s kind of perfect.

- You keep hanging out with her. At first, just in class, but then at lunch, after school, texting late at night. She stops feeling like a loser when she’s with you. She starts hoping.

- The first time you realize you like her back, it’s because of something dumb.

You’re at lunch, sitting with her, Vi, and Sevika. Jinx, being a disaster, spills her drink all over herself. Instead of being embarrassed, she just goes, “Guess I’m drinking it the hard way.”

And something about the way she owns her weirdness makes your heart do a stupid little flip.

- The first time you flirt with her, she malfunctions.

- The first time she realizes you like her back, it breaks her brain.

It happens after school. You’re both walking home together when you grab her hand, lacing your fingers through hers like it’s nothing.

She nearly trips over her own feet. You just laugh and squeeze her hand tighter.

Oh no, she thinks. Oh no, oh no, oh no.

She’s never going to recover from this.

(She doesn’t want to.)

Random Cute Couple Things:

- Jinx is the kind of girlfriend who will 100% steal your clothes.

Not just hoodies—everything. She once showed up wearing your jacket, your socks, and your backpack, and when you pointed it out, she just went, “Yeah, and?”

The worst part? She looks stupidly cute in your clothes, so you can’t even be mad.

(You started “accidentally” leaving extra hoodies at her place just so she’d always have one of yours to wear.)

- She gets insanely clingy when she’s sleepy.

Jinx isn’t really a cuddler during the day—she’s always bouncing off the walls, getting into trouble, dragging you into her weird ideas. But the second she gets tired?

Good luck getting up.

She’ll wrap herself around you like a human koala, mumbling something about how “you’re warm and smell good” and refusing to let go.

(You’ve accepted your fate. You live here now.)

- She makes the dumbest bets just to get kisses.

• “Bet you can’t solve this riddle. If you lose, I get a kiss.

• “If I make this paper ball into the trash can, you have to kiss me.”

• “Okay, rock-paper-scissors, best out of three—winner gets a kiss.”

You caught on pretty quickly and just started kissing her before she could suggest a bet. It completely breaks her brain every time.

(She still tries, though.)

- She doodles all over your stuff.

If you lend Jinx a pen, it’s over—your notebooks, your arms, even your homework will be covered in little scribbles.

Sometimes they’re just random sketches. Other times, you’ll find little hearts with your name inside them.

(She denies drawing them. But the blush on her face says otherwise.)

- She absolutely loves when you play with her hair.

She pretends she doesn’t care at first—shrugs it off, acts like it’s whatever. But the second you start running your fingers through her hair, she literally melts.

(If you braid it, she’ll leave it in all day, even if it looks ridiculous.)

- She’s always touching you.

• Holding your hand? Obviously.

• Leaning against you when you’re sitting together? Yup.

• Linking pinkies just because she can? Of course.

It’s like she needs to be physically connected to you at all times.

(If you ever pull away too soon, she’ll dramatically gasp and go, “What, you don’t love me anymore?!”)

- She makes up the dumbest excuses just to hang out with you.

“Babe, I need your help with something.”

“What is it?”

“I dunno, I just wanted to see you.”

And honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way.

I love Jinx

I want sleep

[idkwhatimdoinghere1655]

Milk Aisle - Lando Norris

<word count - 7191> |part 1 - Nerd|part 2 - Rumours|part 3 - So Special|part 4 - Something Else|

Lando resented you. He absolutely hated your guts. You had completely ruined him. He was miserable, wholly miserable. He spent the coming days sulking in bed, even skipping school on the Friday by telling his mum that he was sick.

Despite never really enjoying school, Lando wasn't one to ask to have a day off randomly. So, she let him, just this once. She knew it was something to do with you, but Lando never specified. A small part of him didn't want his mum or family disliking you, but he couldn't fathom why. 

Maybe it was because he still longed for you with every fibre of his being, but that was just a hunch. 

He didn't bother doing any of the catch-up work that he had missed, it didn't feel worth it to him. His mum had to talk him into going into school on Monday after a weekend of moping and sitting with his mind that was shrouded with the fog of his hatred for you. 

His mum drove him to school, and he went to stand by the lockers until the bell had gone for first lesson. His friends had texted to ask why he hadn't turned up to the track on Saturday, or to the park for football on Sunday, but he had left them all on read. 

It was weird to see them concerned for him, since they were so prone to taking the piss out of him. He appreciated it, but he didn't want to talk. Meanwhile, you had also spent your weekend in a stupor of sadness. 

You definitely regretted it in some capacity, but you were glad not to hear a word from anyone when you walked into school on Monday morning. You were still avoiding Lilly like the plague she was, but no one made any move to piss you off. 

Later in the day, you took yourself over to DT, where you knew Lando would be. You hadn't seen him all day, and you weren't sure if you wanted to or not. The guilt would eat you alive if you saw him. Well, if he was sad. 

For all you knew, he could have been going about his day acting as if everything was fine and he wasn't so hurt by the way that things had ended between you. But then you caught yourself as your inner monologue ran rampant. 

Things had ended? That made it sound like you were in caring, loving relationship. Your friendship was very caring, since the both of you were very considerate of how the other felt. Loving? That was a whole other matter to consider.

Neither of you knew what love in a romantic capacity meant, but whatever you felt for Lando was the closest thing you had ever had to it. He wasn't there when you walked in, which was slightly relieving. 

You sat at your bench, opening the cupboard underneath the desk to see everyone's work who sat at that desk throughout the week. And there was the piece that Lando had made as part of the bet that had started all of this. 

He still owed you a week of woodwork, and you still owed him a few maths homeworks, but you had given up on it, just like you had given up on Lando. The bell went that signalled that everyone should be in lesson, and Lando still wasn't there.

Your teacher took the register, but just as he reached Lando's name, the door swung open as he skulked into the room. He didn't look at you, or anyone else for that matter as he took his seat at his bench. 

"You're late, Lando," your teacher said, and Lando just sat there and looked at him. "Why?" he asked, and Lando's eyes darted around the room for a second, as if coming up with a reason why he was late. 

"I was with Miss Kennedy," he said, and everyone knew it was a lie. Miss Kennedy was your maths teacher, and you knew he wasn't with her because you had seen her go into the maths room and Lando sure as hell hadn't gone in too.

It seemed your DT teacher also knew that it was bullshit, but he decided not to press the matter any further. Once the register was done, he explain what you'd be doing today. You hoped you'd be doing 3D modelling on the computers or 3D printing - or at least something that didn't require too much technicality. 

But no, it was your absolute favourite thing to be doing. Woodwork. You had to stifle an audible groan while he went through what you'd be doing. The task itself was relatively simple, but that didn't mean you wanted to do it.

Your assignment for the next two lessons was simple: you had to make a storage box. A simple box with some sort of opening and slots for any types of items that you wanted in it. You didn't have long to design it, you just had to come up with some measurements, grab the supplies from the store cupboard once it was authorised and go for it. 

In the end, you quickly made a rough sketch of your flashcard holder. It was something you'd actually use, and you would actually try since it would be going on your desk and you'd have to look at it every day. 

You planned out 11 compartments, one for each of your subjects and went to the storage cupboard to get your supplies. For this lesson, you had your sheets of wood and the hinges in case you actually got onto finishing the lid of the box. 

Despite your hatred of the subject, you had to admit that you were quite good at it. It was probably the perfectionist in you, wanting to make everything exactly to size and make your stuff look professional, even if you had never made anything quite as perfect as what Lando and his dad had made you. 

Lando just sat at his bench, unmoving. While everyone else had pretty much finished sketching and had gathered supplies, he hadn't even put pencil to paper. Your teacher knew something was up. Lando and your DT teacher were like you and your maths teacher - as close as it was appropriate for a teacher and student to be.

Lando was the best at DT, so he liked him. So, to see him not even bothering to try made him worry. He wasn't going to push Lando, but he also didn't want anyone else to see him just sitting around and think they could also slack off or that he was playing clear favourites.

"Lando can you please at least sketch something? And then we can make it another day," he gently encouraged, and Lando didn't want to take his bad mood out on his teacher, it wasn't his fault. It was yours. 

Lando mindlessly sketched shapes on his paper before deciding on what he wanted to do. Out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but spot you putting your hair up and pulling your apron on over your head. 

Goddamnit, why did you have to be so captivating to him? He was supposed to hate you for what you did, but why couldn't he? His eyes were superglued to you as you moved, marking out the measurements on your bits of wood. 

Trying to focus on the paper in front of him, Lando was finding it harder and harder to keep himself away from you. Plus, the way you were cutting your wood was far from safe. Your fingers were way too close to the saw blade, and he wasn't liking the way you were doing it. 

You were quick with the chopping so that you could make the cut as clean as possible, and you had neglected to notice the placement of your fingers. Every back and forth motion seemed to bring your fingers a centimetre closer to the blade, and he was internally cringing.  

He might not have liked you, but he couldn't watch you hurt yourself and just stand by and do nothing. Getting up from his seat, he approached your bench. "Hey, Y/N, don't chop it like that, you'll hurt yourself-" he started, but he was a few seconds too late. 

The hand that was sawing got caught, the teeth snagging in the wood. This caused your hand to slip, tilting the blade while still sawing. "Ow, fuck!" you yelped, dropping the saw with a clatter and clutching onto your fingers while droplets of crimson dripped down the side of your hand. 

Lando dragged you over to the sink in the corner of the room, turning on the tap and sticking your hand under the running water. "Stay there," he told you, darting to the other side of the room to get the first aid kit off of your teacher's desk. 

By the time he had gotten back, your teacher was inspecting your hand as red continued to gush out and you cried out in pain. It wasn't even that it hurt that much since the adrenaline was running, it was more the sight of the amount of blood. 

Everyone was looking at you, some people shielding their eyes from the sight of the blood trickling down onto the floor. Your teacher had his hands clamped over the injured fingers, hoping the pressure would stop the bleeding. 

"Lando, can you get the cotton wool out of the kit please?" he asked, and Lando was quick to pop it open and rummage through all of the different items. He found the big pack of cotton wool, pulling some out and passing it to your teacher.

He held it over the wounds across your digits, still trying to stop the bleeding. Lando felt like a bit of an idiot, just standing there and watching as more and more tears trickled down your face as the pain appeared to set in. 

He had seen you crying more than he had seen you smiling as of recent, and it broke him. He couldn't even put a hand on your back to soothe you, or hold your other hand in support. All he could do was watch. 

He didn't want to risk you pushing him away, not again. Lando at least let himself pull out a tissue from the first aid box and offered it to you. You took it with a small smile and a whispered thank you, the feeling of your fingers brushing together sending jolts of electricity through both of you.

Dabbing at the tears on your cheeks, your teacher asked Lando for the alcohol wipes from the box. "This is probably going to hurt, but I need you to just bear through the pain, OK?" your teacher said, and you held your breath in anticipation. 

Pressing the wipe to your sliced fingers, the pointed sting instantly seeped into the wound. You let out a sharp hiss of pain, your face scrunching up in agony. Without thinking, you grabbed Lando's hand and squeezed it for dear life, just to take your mind off the soreness.

There was no way in hell that he was pulling his hand away from you, instead he was glad that he could offer some semblance of support for you when you needed him. He could see that your hand was shaking as your teacher wiped the red off of your fingers, droplets still sliding down your hand. 

"Y/N, I think you need to go to the nurses office, OK? I'm going to have Lando take you," he told you, and you nodded. "Hold this on your fingers," he told you, pressing more cotton wool over the open wounds. 

Swapping to hold your hand with his free hand, Lando placed his other hand on your elbow in case he needed to quickly grab onto you. If you were going to pass out, you probably would have by now, but he didn't want to take that chance. 

No words were exchanged as you walked down the corridors, and you were focused on ignoring the pain and keeping the cotton wool clamped down on your fingers. Lando wanted to talk to you, to tell you that you were going to be okay, but he didn't want to overstep his bounds. 

And he was repeatedly reminding himself that he is supposed to hate you, not want to make you feel better. He was meant to enjoy your pain for some sadistic reason, but he felt that the mental justification of that didn't really align with any form of moral values. 

Eventually, the two of you arrived at the nurse's office, and Lando took his hand away from your elbow to knock on the door. You heard a muffled 'Come in!' from the other side of the heavy wooden door, and Lando opened it to usher you inside. 

He stepped in behind you, taking a firm grasp of your hand again. The nurse looked between the two of you, her eyes landing on the hand that you were covering with the cotton wool as she looked at the redness still partially dribbling from it. 

She was waiting for your explanation, but when you didn't offer one, Lando piped up. "She sliced her fingers on one of the tenon saws in the workshop, we haven't seen how deep they are but there's a lot of blood. She's still got all of her fingers, we don't need any sewing back on," he said, his attempt at making a joke falling flat. 

"OK, sit down, dear," the older lady told you, patting the bed in the corner of the room. Lando led you over, helping you shuffle on without the aid of your own hands. "You can go back to class now, love. Thank you for bringing her," she said to Lando as he kept hold of your hand for a few more moment. 

After offering you a final squeeze of reassurance, Lando released his grip and took a step back. Just as he reached the door, he heard your voice. "Lando?" you said, his name sounding heavenly coming from you. Your voice was rough from crying, and something about it worked for him. "Thank you," you said. 

"No problem," he nodded, taking himself out of the room and slowly walking back to the workshop. Once he got back, your teacher went up to him. 

"Is she OK?" he asked, and Lando just shrugged.

"I don't know, the nurse sent me away before she looked at her hand," he explained.

"Did you see what happened?"

"She was sawing through one of the pieces of wood for her container and her fingers were way too close to the blade. Her hand slipped and the blade caught her fingers," he told him, your teacher sighing.

"OK, thanks Lando," he said, walking off to observe the other students in the class. Glancing over at your desk, Lando saw the nearly chopped pieces of wood that you were doing, and something in him was compelling him to go over and finish it for you. 

He didn't want to, since he didn't want to be doing you anymore favours. But he also couldn't just leave it sat there, barely started. With a huff and hurling internal insults about himself for being weak, he took himself over to your desk. 

Your saw blade had blood on it, and he sure as hell wasn't using that. Your teacher spotted it and took it away for sanitation, leaving Lando to get another one from the tool cupboard. The bit of wood that you had been cutting was completely wrong after your hand slipped, a full slice through the surface.

He looked at your sketches and redrew out the dimensions on a different piece of wood, before taking it over to the bandsaw to cut it quicker. He didn't know why you didn't opt for that instead of the hand held method, but he was glad you hadn't. You definitely wouldn't have had fingers if you had slipped with that machine. 

Lando was quick with cutting the pieces up, getting ready to sand the edges and glue them together. He also saw the small tin of white paint on the desk, now seeing the full picture of your final creation. 

From a distance, your teacher saw Lando redoing your project for you and smiled to himself. He knew that Lando had made your previous work that you had turned in, it was obvious. There was no one with the precision or meticulousness like Lando, and it was clear who had done the work.

He found it admirable that the young man had put so much time and effort into the things for you, so much so that he couldn't even be mad. He watched as Lando picked up your pencil and made some amendments to the designs, as well as adding in some extra stuff that he knew would make it even better. 

In the meantime, you were still sat in the stuffy nurses office. The bleeding had slowed down, and the cuts on your fingers were deep, but not so bad. They may leave faint scars, though. "Is that young man your boyfriend?" she asked, and you knew she was just looking for something cool to tell the other teachers in the staff room later. 

"No, no. We're... friends." you said, the word tasting bitter on your tongue. It was all your doing, and maybe if you hadn't pushed him away, you could have been saying that he was your boyfriend. 

"Ah, 'friends'," she teased as she cleaned up the dried blood from around the wounds. You didn't respond, you just let her wrap each finger in some soft bandages. "Keep these on for a couple weeks, if they come off you can come back and I'll refresh them, OK?"

"OK, thank you," you nodded, taking yourself back to class with only a few minutes left of the lesson. As you walked in, you saw Lando at your bench, painting the pieces that he had recut for you. 

"I was... erm... sir did this... I was just painting them..." he stuttered, and your teacher smirked from behind him. 

"No, no I didn't. Lando did the whole thing," he chuckled, watching as his face turned red. 

"Thanks Lando," you smiled, admiring what he was doing. Every piece looked like absolute perfection, and he was even taking such precise care in the brush strokes he was using for it. 

"Anytime," he mumbled, putting the wet pieces on the window sill and going over to his own desk again. He didn't think you'd come back from the nurse's office before the end of the lesson, so to see you walk in before was nothing short of embarrassing. 

He didn't want you to think that everything was fine, and he was still pining after you. He didn't want you to know how much he still wanted you, and how much he always would. Yet here he was, doing your work for you when you had hurt yourself. Helping you when you had hurt yourself. 

Lando felt like an idiot. A big, lovesick idiot who didn't know what else to do but chase after the one girl he had ever had feelings for. He was desperate for the the bell to go so that he could leave, so that he could get away from you.   

It had dawned on him that he'd have to see you in maths, but he would be taking himself off to his reinstated desk in the back of the class, not the front row slot that he had once been so happy about having. 

Miss Kennedy had noticed his move, but she didn't say anything. She had noticed that the quality of his homework had slipped, and the next test that you had wasn't boding well. Whenever she walked around class when you were all working, she noticed that he barely got past the first few questions. 

She was hoping that his sudden brilliance wasn't just a short term thing, but she couldn't be too sure. Lando knew that you'd be there first, so he took it upon himself to be late yet again. He went to sit on the back row, not even paying attention to the new stuff you were being taught. 

Once you had been set off doing more practice questions, Miss Kennedy made her way to the back of the class. "Lando, can I have a really quick word with you after class?" she asked, and it wasn't like Lando could exactly say no. 

He thought he was going to get told off for the sudden deterioration in the quality of his work, but he wasn't in the head space to care. "Yeah," he nodded, going back to pretending to do the questions that were on the whiteboard. 

Everytime he looked up, he saw you firing through the maths as you always did. He didn't like seeing your bandaged hand, knowing that he could have stopped it if he had been quicker with telling you. 

Deep down, he knew it wasn't his fault, but he still didn't like knowing that he could have prevented it if he wasn't so caught up in his own head. You were just resting it on the table, since it was painful to do anything else with it at this moment in time. 

You were just working through the maths to try and take your mind off of your hand and Lando. It hurt, that was a given, but seeing Lando so miserable hurt a hell of a lot more. In many ways, you wished that he was just going about his day like normal, just so that you could confirm the theory that he never really cared. 

Yet, seeing him so miserable almost proved the opposite. He had to have cared to some degree, and it made you hate yourself even more for what you had done. He had even been doing your DT for you, again. He had made them perfect for you like ha always did. 

Although it felt cruel to go to him and say that you wanted to forget what you had said to him and just go back to being his friend again. It felt a little too far gone for that, and it was your fault. Completely your fault. 

Miss Kennedy went through the answers to the questions, before telling you all to make sure that you revised for your test. She let you go on the bell, but you took extra time to pack up since you pretty much only had one hand. 

It was a struggle, and Lando wanted so desperately to go over to you and help, but he stood his ground and waited at the back of the class. The tension in the air was thick, and it felt like the walls were closing in on you as you felt Lando's eyes on you from the back of class. 

Miss Kennedy was also watching, and you kept dropping things in your rush to leave the stuffy room. Slinging your backpack over your shoulder, you bolted out of the room and into the flurry of students in the corridor. 

As you left, Miss Kennedy closed the door behind her, closing herself and Lando off from the rest of the school. "What's going on with you, Lando?" she softly asked, leaning against the door.

"Nothing." he curtly answered, itching to leave the room so that she wouldn't ask more questions.

"Your work in class is slipping, your homework is going downhill, and I can nearly guarantee that you're not going to smash tomorrow's test like you have been doing recently. What's gone on?" she pressed, and Lando was trying to come up with a lie on the spot. 

"Just stuff at home..." he mumbled, suddenly panicking that they may call his parents to ask what was happening and that it was effecting their son. Miss Kennedy stayed quiet, as if still pushing him to say something. 

"It's just stuff with Y/N, nothing major." he said, leaving his confession there. 

"Trouble in paradise?"

"If that's what you want to call it," he scoffed, knowing that things between the two of you were never paradise. You were always nearly there. You teetered on the precipice of happily ever after and a sick sense of doomsday. Yet, doomsday had gone from being close at hand to his every day state of mind.

"She's good for you, Lando. You do miles better when she's sat with you, and she actually talks to the people around her when you're there." Miss Kennedy told him, and it was hardly like he didn't know it already.

But, hearing it from someone else and out loud instead of in his own head, it somehow hurt more. It was like he was being forced to accept that you were better together than you were apart, and it was like tearing open the already shakily sewn together wound. 

"Yeah well, apparently I'm not good for her," he sighed, keeping his head down and walking out of the door. There was no use in Miss Kennedy stopping him, since she knew that was the best she was going to pull from him.

If Lando didn't want help, then he wouldn't let himself be helped. It was as simple as that. 

But, as he walked to his lockers with his eyes focused on his feet, he heard voices. He felt a strange sense of deja vu creeping up on him. He knew Lilly was there, and he wasn't putting any money on who she was talking to.

"See? The second you gave him even a shred of hassle, he was out of there. Do I get an apology now?" she said, and he could see the sneer on her face in his mind.

"No, Lilly. You get no apology. You don't deserve an apology. You don't deserve anything." you said, your voice giving nothing away. If Lando wasn't so annoyed at you, he would have found your stubbornness impressive. 

"But I was right, wasn't I? You're left being all by yourself, and now the smartest girl has been labelled at the dumbest for ever thinking she had a shot with Lando Norris." she continued to tease, and Lando couldn't tell if you were on the verge of tears or slapping her. 

He had said the exact same thing to you, but it sounded so much worse when she said it. He didn't mean it, not anymore. He may have in the moment, but he didn't believe it for a second now. And he knew Lilly did.

"Lilly, what has to happen for you to realise that you're going to walk out of these doors and be nothing. Everyone will remember you as the bitch who had nothing better to do than put other down because she wanted to make herself feel better." you started, and Lilly's eyes flashed with something unrecognisable. Hurt? No. 

"Oh please, I'm the-"

"No, I'm not done. When it comes to our highschool reunion, one day in the future, you're going to be nothing. Maisie might be doing music, since I'm sure you're awfully jealous of the fact that her talent is beyond anything you could ever have. I'll have gotten the best damned grades I can get and I'll be working some badass job just like I'm meant to."

"And guess what, you're not going to like this one. Lando will be with someone who isn't you. Because he doesn't like you. He'll never like you. No one will ever like you. No one here does, and no one will if you keep on destroying other people just to make you loathe yourself a little less." you finished, closing your locker and walking away from her. 

For once, you had rendered Lilly completely speechless. Lando stood still out of sight in the silence, unable to ignore the slight sense of pride that he was feeling for you. He walked past her to his own locker, and he was waiting for her to say something. 

"Erm... Lando?" she started, and he had never seen her so timid. This felt like the most genuine version of Lilly that he had ever seen, but he wasn't going to trust it. "Would you... maybe want to grab a coffee with me or something on the weekend?" she asked, and he had to use a lot of willpower to not just laugh in her face.

"Take the hint and fuck off, Lilly." he said, retrieving everything out of his locker and walking away. He had rejected girls before, and he had always felt bad about it. This time, he felt nothing but some weird sense of joy.

He liked being the one in control of situations with Lilly, because it gave her a taste of her own medicine. But he'd rather have you back. As much as he hated to admit it, he'd rather have you back. The satisfaction of going that to Lilly was incomparable to the joy he got when he was with you.

All he could hope was that she was now going to just leave him alone so that he could carry on with his life. Without Lilly, without you, just how it was those few fateful weeks ago. 

It was weird how everything had gone down over the past few weeks. He had gone from not talking to you ever, to talking to you all the time, to not, to being back at it, then practically strangers. 

Two people whose paths crossed momentarily that were now leading away from each other again. He couldn't quite tell whether he preferred his life before or after, the more he thought about it.

He had been happy before, without a care in the world. He was floating off the ground as he let the breeze of his youth carry him through life. Yet, with you, he was flying . He was soaring in the clear blue skies without  a cloud in sight. But now, it seemed like there was a permanent blanket of clouds hiding away the sun.

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The following Saturday, your mum had dragged you out of the house to go on the weekly shop with her. You hadn't been shopping with her since you were at least ten, but she wasn't taking no for an answer today. 

All you had to do was watch as she checked her shopping list and navigated the aisles to find what she needed for this week. It was one of the most dull things you had done in a long time, and you would've done anything to be at home. Or anywhere else. 

You were snapped out of your daydreaming about more exciting activities when you heard your mum scoff to herself. You watched as her eyebrows knitted in slight frustration. "Love?" she asked, looking over at you. 

"Yeah?"

"Could you run to the bread aisle? I've accidentally picked up brioche rolls." she asked, and you just took the rolls out of the trolley and tried to find your way back to the bread aisle. You look at the signs over your head, eventually finding it, of course, at the very end of the supermarket. 

Putting the rolls back on the shelf and looking for the ones you normally got, you could've sworn you saw a familiar flash out of the corner of your eye. Curly brown locks- no, no it can't have been. Lando's family were millionaires, they shopped at Waitrose. Not Tesco.

Anyway, shoving that thought to the back of your mind, you collected the right bread rolls and went to track down your mum, wherever she was. You heard her talking to someone as you approached the dairy section, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes. You were going to be stuck here for a long time. 

But, when you turned the corner, you nearly froze. Lando's mum. Your mum. Lando. All three of them were stood there, in conversation. Well, Lando wasn't talking, but your mothers sure as hell were.

Dropping the rolls into the trolley, Lando avoided your gaze. You hoped you wouldn't have to chip into the discussion, but your mum soon ruined those hopes. "Y/N, you didn't tell me you knew Lando," she chirped, and you saw the glint in both Lando's and his mum's eyes. 

You all knew what was going on, but you had to play along with the charade anyway. "You didn't tell me you knew Lando," you countered, sending daggers towards your mum.

"We met at parents evening, I just never knew the two of you knew each other," she responded, and you wanted the floor to swallow you up. Before you got another word in, your mum piped up again. "Why don't you two go and get yourselves a table in the cafe and a hot chocolate or something?" she suggested, and none of you could come up with a reason as to why it wouldn't be a good idea.

You just sighed and started making your way over to the in-store cafe. You didn't check to see if Lando was following, since you had to come up with something to talk to him about. Or you could just sit there in silence until your mums finished shopping. 

Spotting a table in the corner, you sat down and Lando sat opposite you. You couldn't think of anything to say, something to strike up a conversation with. Lando felt the same, except for his feelings were a bit more obvious to him. 

He was annoyed, to say the least. Fate had brought you together, yet again - even when it knew that you kept on throwing your endless vaults of spanners into the works to break it all down again and again and again. 

As you fidgeted with your hands on the slightly sticky wooden table, Lando noticed the fresh looking bandages around the fingers that you had nearly sliced off. "So... how are your fingers?" he asked, and you tried to maintain eye contact as best you could and failed miserably. 

"Oh, they're doing OK. I had to go to the doctors to get them glued so that they could heal better, but they'll be OK. Scarred, but OK." you explained, and Lando felt a pang of something in his chest. You were perfect, far too perfect, and now you were going to be scarred because he wasn't quick enough to help you. 

But there it was again, that self blaming for something that truly wasn't his fault. He couldn't help be concerned, even if he kept telling himself over and over again that he hated you. He hated you for what you did to him, how his brain reacted to you. 

He hated the butterflies that fluttered to life in his stomach every time he saw you. He hated the electricity that sparked through his veins whenever the two of you made physical contact. He hated the way your smile would light up his world like the sun. 

Most of all, he hated the way he still wanted you. If you were willing to push it all aside and even just be his friend again, he'd take it. It was better than nothing. Having you as a friend was a hell of a lot better than not having you at all. 

"Well that's good," he nodded, desperate to bring up if you could be friends again. He would be your friend in secret if that's what it took. He could still drive you home, spend time with you on the weekends instead of in school.

"I'm getting a drink, you want one?" he asked, standing up from his seat and trying to read the menu from the distance you were at. He knew his mum would scold him if neither of you had a drink, or if he hadn't at least offered to get you one. 

"Could I have a hot chocolate, please?" you requested, and Lando headed off to the counter to order two hot chocolates. In an alternate universe, this was a date and he'd get to ask you to be his girlfriend after your little, impromptu hot chocolate. 

Shortly after, Lando returned with the two steaming mugs of hot chocolate and placed yours in front of you. "Thank you," you smiled, and he could've sworn he felt his heart stop. That smile. That pretty goddamn smile. The smile he was meant to loathe but could never heartily do so. 

"How much do I owe you?" you asked, rifling around in your bag for your purse.

"Hey, no, we don't do that." he said, as if there was such thing as a 'we' in this situation. He saw the slight blush that coated your cheeks, and he couldn't help but revel in it. He just wanted to spoil you rotten and love you. 

Sitting down, he was suddenly absolutely itching to just tell you everything. How much he was willing to do to get you back. "Look, I really-" he started, before he was interrupted by your mums getting back with their trolleys of shopping. 

He was going to tell you how much he missed you and how much he wanted to be your friend again, but of course your mothers just had to return at the exact wrong time. Or maybe the right time so that he didn't have to make a complete fool of himself. 

Your mum went to get coffees for the two of them, and Lando's mum was quick to strike up conversation. "Y/N, Lando told me about your hand. Really nasty accident, huh?" 

"It was, yeah. If Lando hadn't helped, I probably would've panicked and passed out," you chuckled, seeing the small flicker of shock on Lando's face. He was just doing what he thought anyone would do in that situation, and he hadn't realised how much you had appreciated his presence. 

"He just told me he got the first aid kit," she said, now guessing that Lando hadn't told her the whole story. He had gotten the part right about your sawing method to be flawed at best, and that he had given your teacher cotton wool, but the rest was missed out.  

"Oh no, he took me right to the sink, held my fingers under the water, held my hand, took me to the nurses office. He even carried on my project for me." you told her, and the pride she felt for her son was unmistakable. 

She knew he was smitten for you already, but it was nice to hear that he was still completely head over heels, even if you two weren't on the best terms right now. She was glad that she had raised him to be so thoughtful in such a situation. 

"Well, I'm glad he acted fast," she smiled as your mum returned with the coffees for the both of them. They got lost in conversation, leaving the two of you to just sit there and listen to them gossip for a while. 

"C'mon, we're going for a walk," he said, slipping off of his chair and waiting for you by the table to join him. Neither of your mums paid much notice to your departure, so the both of you just started wandering around the supermarket. 

Once you were out of earshot of your parents, Lando spoke. "Look, I really miss you, OK? I keep telling myself that I should just forget about you and move on, I can't. You were one of my closest friends and I can't keep going on pretending like we never were close." he blurted out, and you just looked at him.

You couldn't decide if you were happy with what he was saying, or upset. You were happy because it just meant he felt the same way that you did, that he missed you like you missed him. 

On the other hand, you felt so guilty. So guilty for throwing what you had away for the sake of bullies. But in the moment, that felt like the best course of action for your mental health and your sanity. 

"Please, just... be my friend again? We don't even have to talk in school, just out of school. Just so that I can still at least talk to you." he said, his eyes pleading with you to just cave and let him back into your life. "I miss you..." he repeated, and you could tell that there was more to it than what he was saying.

You knew that there was not a single teenage boy on planet earth that would be this desperate to get a girl who was just a friend back, but you couldn't say you were complaining. "Lando..." you whispered. 

Just hearing his name on your lips was enough to send him into meltdown. Yet, he couldn't tell by your tone whether the next thing you were going to say was good or bad. "I'm sorry." you said, and he was still confused. 

Were you apologising because of what you did, or because you couldn't take him back as your friend?

"I really want to be your friend again," you confessed, and he was waiting for the 'but' to come after your sentence, but he was left waiting for it. You saw a smile slowly spread across his lips, his eyes lighting up. 

"Really?" he asked, ready for you to finish off with something about how much of a bad idea all of this was.

"I miss you too. A lot." you told him, and he could practically hear his heart singing in glee. 

"Can I hug you?" he asked all too quickly. You nodded, and before you could get any words in, he wrapped his arms around you. It was so nice to have you back in his embrace, and you weren't even crying this time. 

He could've cried of joy, but he thought that that was a bit too far. He may have been a very considerate teenage boy, but he was still a teenage boy nonetheless.  "So are we friends all the time or just out of school?" he said, not showing any signs of letting go of you.

"Just out of school for now, I don't know if I can handle much more of the crap we get put through," you told him, and he was slightly disappointed. Not disappointed enough to say something and put everything in jeopardy, but disappointed enough to pull back and give you a small pout. 

"Don't give me that face," you playfully scolded, trying to shuffle out of his arms.

"What face? I don't know what you're talking about," he feigned innocence, tightening his grip around you so that you couldn't run away from him.

"Don't play dumb with me, Norris. You know what face," you pressed, and it just made his pout more prominent. 

"Nope, no idea," he laughed, tugging you back close to him. Resting his head on the top of yours, he basked in the feeling of your heart against his, being able to have you right where he wanted you. The setting of the milk aisle wasn't the most glamorous or romantic, but he didn't care. As long as he was with you. 

A/N - Merry Christmas again! Another one for you, part 5 of this series that I didn't think would do as well as it has, but hey. I am not complaining. Love y'all 💖

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[loveink-214]

After the After Party

✨ idol!jaehyun x you

genre: suggestive, implied sexual tension

warning(s): mdni

🪶 preview.

It was your nth time attending the same Pr*da show as him. Quick– stolen glances turned into lingering gazes. Timid, polite greetings turned into knowing smiles. But neither of you ever made a move until tonight.

Jae is God’s favorite; you could bet all your money on it. It’s the way he looks. He is tall and bulky but still looks slim somehow. He has porcelain skin, big doe eyes, pretty dimples, and kissable lips. 10/10 face and body harmony. It’s the nth time you get to see his figures up close, but you never miss wondering how he could look that good. You’re the first to steal glances; your eyes always linger on him in a room full of people.

Little did you know, he shared the same habits as you. Whenever you enter his peripheral vision, his eyes follow your every movement. Every interaction you had with other people. Every curve on your body. Every detail of your face when he is close enough. Every curl of your lips when you smile. At some point, you recognize each other’s lingering stares, exchanging flirty and knowing smiles every time you catch each other staring. But that was it. Neither of you is taking the lead in whatever attraction you had until the small interaction at the after-party a few shows ago.

The party was great; the vibe was more casual and relaxing than it usually is, so you felt more comfortable talking to many people, going around like the social butterfly you are, but intentionally not approaching him even though you could feel his eyes following every one of your steps like a beeline. You were talking to some people you knew well when photographers suddenly crowded you, and people were inviting you to take a picture, and then there was him in the group. You shake your head and smile knowingly when he approaches you, standing next to you, preparing to strike a pose. Without any warning, he holds you by the waist while lightly squeezing it, taking you by surprise as he whispers in your ear, as hundreds of cameras flash shutters in front of you

“Baby looking extra good tonight.”

It was a simple compliment but it sent a shiver down your spine. His voice is very arousing, and he smells so fucking good. You tilt your head to his side only to see him smirking at you for a split second before he poses for the cameras. So you look back to the front, giving your best smile as you try to maintain your composure, not wanting to be seen as if you were crumbling down just because of his simple compliment. After the photo session, everyone in the group went to the other side of the room, as if it was the most natural thing to do, leaving both of you alone. You stood in his way, preventing him from leaving, but it’s not like he wants to leave his spot and miss the opportunity to spend time with you. He smiles at you so sweetly, a coo almost leaving his tongue, while you try to look through his eyes like you were trying to say, ‘You’re flirting with me?’. You didn’t say a word, but your eyes said it all, so obviously that he could read it, making him chuckle at you. You look so adorable at that moment that he wanted to kiss you all over your face.

"Yes, darling, I’m flirting with you," Jaehyun said, voice low enough to send vibrations to your heart. You smile at his words, liking how he is so forward with you. It’s been a long time since you found a man with this much confidence to state his intention to you. You’re more appreciative if men state their clear intentions to you. Usually, men would act as if they just wanted to befriend you, hiding the fact that they just wanted to get their dicks wet only to jump at you when you already trust them as a good, non-romantic, totally platonic acquaintances.

"You’re sneaky, aren’t you?" You tease. He grins at your word.

"I could be more if you want me to," He teases back.

That was the start of the first decent-length conversation you had with him, and he was open enough for you to learn about himself. He was 4 years older than you, came here with his stylist and manager, has a job as a K-pop idol slash actor slash songwriter slash model, tours a lot for work but stays in Seoul, was recently move out from his group dormitory and is living alone now, likes to watch 2000s movies, collect vinyls and finding good restaurants, likes to go to café with his members in his spare times. And that… He apparently has been single for three years now.

That was the opening of the hell gate of you crushing on a very hot Mr. Global Ambassador that you can only meet at seasonal shows held on the other side of the earth from where you live. You always feel extra excited and enthusiastic when you get the invitation from this specific brand, unintentionally putting a whole lot more effort into your outfit, accessories, hair, and makeup compared to the other brands you work with. You always got yourself being more smiley and laid back nearing the date, sometimes you caught yourself being all blushy.

At tonight’s after-party, your eyes search for him, and him were searching for you, and like two sides of magnets destined to be attracted and be right next to each other, both he and you were drawing bee beeline across the room after you found each other. He offered you a glass of champagne before greeting you.

"How’s life for you?" He asks, eyes never leaving yours. You love how this man always holds eye contact. It’s deep, but far from intimidating, just warm and enchanting.

"It’s been treating me well, got a lot of opportunities, and finally be able to meet this gorgeous man after so long." He chuckles at your flirt.  "You miss me?"

"You wouldn’t know." He shakes his head while biting his lips, the hole on either side of his cheek getting deeper as he smiles, clearly because he is falling in love with your confidence. You strike a topic about the newest limited press LP of The Beatles you’ve been searching for so long, which you found at some random record shop when you were strolling around the city, making him drop his jaw in surprise before he bombards you with question after question. You like talking to him, you love how he talks, and he loves how you talk. He leads you to many topics, and if you’re being overconfident, you even feel like he’s giving you more chances to talk more about yourself and your views on the topics rather than him trying to dominate the conversation like many douchebags that try to brag about their power and wealth like you often met, so it was refreshing. The longer you spend time talking to him, the more you fall for him. He’s far from boring. He never runs out of topics, talks very gently with his agonizingly pleasant baritone voice, and often throws flirty and mischievous jokes, but never an impolite one. He’s an avid listener to every one of your words and reads your body language like a book. It makes you feel small yet sheltered under him; you like it.

Although your chest warms from the love blooms, there is this undeniably heavy sexual tension while you talk to him. The topic was far from suggestive, but the way his and your gaze linger on each other’s eyes and lips a little too long was so… heavy. He couldn’t avert his eyes from how your slender fingers held the champagne glass, up to your wrist and arms, and your slim neck, down to your collarbone, to your smooth exposed skin and cleavage; he couldn’t help but wonder how nice it must be to leave love bites all over your skin to claim you as his and his only. And you, too. Half of the time, your mind wanders to his spectacularly sculpted features, but his pretty lips catch most of your attention, It was nice and plump, and it seems very kissable, you wonder how nice it would feel to have a taste of his lips on yours. Then, when you glance at his fingers, you feel goosebumps on your skin, remembering how good his hands feel when he squeezes your waist, it gets you thinking if you can ever get the chance to feel his hand on your hips again, but with a stronger grip, in a different position. Your breath hitches every time you catch him looking at you with hunger, how he bit his lips, how he always tries to distract himself whenever his gaze falls to your exposed neck, collarbone, and cleavage. You didn’t feel uncomfortable, instead, you got curious about what it takes to unravel him.

As the tension got heavier, he stood closer to you and helped you put the champagne glass down. "Look, darling- I need your words". You cock your eyebrows, prompting him to ask him talk to you more, but before he could continue, his words are cut by his stylist and manager coming up to him and telling him that the management invited him to have an formal dinner and that they were already waiting for him to hop on the ride. You smile with tight lips, feeling sad that you really have to say goodbye to him now, and only God knows when you can meet again. After all these, you hadn’t even had the courage to exchange contacts with him, only God knows why.

"It was nice talking to you," You said softly, and he just nodded, agreeing with you. "Guess I’ve got to go now." You exchange a look of regret, but you both know there’s nothing you can do for now. So you wave him goodbye and walk away from him first, not wanting to be the one who leaves alone when he’s with his team.

You left the party not long after he left, finding that the party has lost its spark because he wasn’t there to light the room. You run thousands of scenarios you had on your mind, your head is filled with the image of him and him only. The rest of the night was filled with yearning for him. The shows and after-party you attended succeeded in draining all of your energy, and Jaehyun succeeded in making you sexually frustrated. You can almost still feel his feathery touch on your waist, his deep voice, and the pet name he called you are repeating in your mind. You crave more of him so you open your instagram, stalking through his posts and even contemplating wheter or not to slide into his DM, but your logic works just perfectly to tell yourself that the chance of him checking his DM inboxes is technically close to zero because you can imagine how many fans of his sends him DM in a day, so you shrug, throwing your phone to the other side of the bed only to pick it up again to scroll on Youtube trying to find video that might help you asleep but it fails miserably. It’s been hours since you tried to fall asleep, but your body betrayed you.

You want more of him. And it's bothering your state of peace. You think a kick from a sleep-inducing supplement should help, but when you searched for your trustworthy melatonin, you couldn't find it anywhere. With all your willpower left, you wear a skimpy t-shirt & jeans to the nearest pharmacy, hoping no one will recognize your half-decent state. You put on Google Maps to guide you, but you are slightly frightened when it leads you to walk into a small alley between tall buildings near your hotel. As you were walking down the barely lit, small street, only a few steps later, you were surprised by a familiar silhouette. It’s him. 

He was smoking while leaning on the wall, his head facing up as if he were having many thoughts. So you call his name, unsure, but his face lit up when he heard your soft voice tingling in his ears. You didn't know how much your voice was affecting him. It wasn't his first hearing your voice, but the first time you said his name, after all this time, you never called his name; It was never on purpose, but when he heard how his name rolled on your tongue, it did wonders for him. His burdening thoughts are gone, and your presence soothes him. Only for the sexual tension you had every time your eyes met to resurface around both of you. His smile is inviting, yours mirroring his.

“Why are you here alone?” He smiles at her question.

“I just have a lot of thoughts.” He oversimplifies his answer, not wanting to be brutally honest, and says, “Because I need to clear my head from thinking about how your skin feels on my fingertips and how to have you on my bed.”

“And you. Why are you here?” He continues. You explained why you were walking down the scary path alone, but quickly got distracted by the smoke from his cigarettes. You despise smokers, but you can’t deny how hot he looked while he took a puff earlier. Silence filled the chilly air before you commented on him.  “I didn't know you smoked.”

“Only when I need some stress relief,” He answered, putting out the cigarette almost right after. He catches your discomfort, but you’re too sold on his gorgeous face to notice.

“I could listen to you…” You offered. Well, you despise a smoker, but it’s just that you find it hard to leave him there. You want to be with him even though he reeks of cigarette smell. Jaehyun’s gaze passes through your eyes like he is trying to read you. He is searching for something, and you can't guess what, but you don't mind. His eyes are heavy and full of curiosity, but they are still soft, almost like he is desperate for you. And you love his eyes on you. Jaehyun called your name gently while walking closer to you, suddenly but carefully intertwining her beautiful-looking hand, which he had always wanted to feel on his skin.

"Don't you think it's enough for us to play pretend to be just a polite acquaintance…?" Jaehyun asked softly. You swear you could hear his voice trembling.

And your heart. It is indeed trembling.

You smiled, holding back the hand that had been holding your hand gently, and left a squeeze of reassurance while answering him.

“Yeah? You think so?” You bit your lower lip before going,

“I thought you were never gonna ask me at all.”

He smiled. His cheek turned pink, and his dimple showed. With a delicate touch, he patted your head before landing his hand on your neck, his body moving closer to your face while his other hand still held you. He couldn’t stand not kissing you at this moment. But before Jaehyun has his lips on yours, you turn your head away. He furrows his eyebrows together, shocked and confused. 

Why would you push him away?

He thought they were on the same page already. He wasn’t wrong, either. Only if he wasn’t smoking.

"You reek cigarette…" She explained with a bitter smile when she saw him getting confused.

"Sorry…" Then Jaehyun pulls away from her body. His hand stroked her cheek once more before he let go of her completely. 

"I’ll kiss you if you stop smoking." Jaehyun could feel his blood rushing all over his body when your thumbs stroked his lips softly, hinting that you were also expecting his kiss. It was your play, too. You wanted to see how far he would chase you.

He smiled through your thumbs, and he kissed the palm of her hand before saying. “Then quit, I would.”

You just laughed at his determination. Well, sweet.

And you thank god you lost your melatonin.

I have a sequel draft, but maybe I will upload it after several other drafts I have, need to think whether to take it far to the smutty part of just make it suggestive themed again 👀

[harrisonarchive]

Photo by David Magnus.

“I hit it off with George Harrison as soon as we met. We kept running into each other at parties and gatherings and always found our eyes meeting no matter how many other people were in the room.  George and I talked whenever we’d see each other. We found we liked the same things, long walks while wearing comfortable clothes and being with sincere people who liked us for ourselves and not because we were in show business. I think I was the happiest when I was talking with George. There was something about him that made me open up and spill out anything that was on my mind. I think he felt the same way, for he’d often call late in the evening and talk on the phone for hours. […] Neither of us felt any obligations, we just enjoyed being there together.  George playing and I, listening. […] Over there [at home in England] he’s at his best, he’s relaxed, he’s George Harrison, Englishman and not George Harrison, Beatle.” - Estelle Bennett, Photoplay (?) “George saw Estelle and flew over to her [at the Plaza Hotel in February 1964].” - Steve Brandt (journalist), Photoplay, June 1964

"Estelle and I went out on double dates with John and George a couple more times before we left London. They’d take us to all these romantic white-tablecloth restaurants, but once we got there all they’d want to talk about was American rock and roll. ‘Tell us about the Temptations,‘ George would say. Then John would ask, ‘What’s Ben E. King really like?‘ So we’d just go down the list, telling them stories about all the acts we worked with at the Brooklyn Fox. And as we’d talk, John and George would sit there like they were hypnotized. [...]

That night [ in NYC] John and George picked up Estelle and me in a limousine for a feast of ribs and chicken at Sherman’s Barbecue on 151st and Amsterdam in Harlem. And they loved it. Sherman’s is just a little takeout counter today, but back in 1964 it was beautiful, with lots of tables and a great big jukebox in back. But for the Beatles, the best part of all was that they could eat in peace. They may have been mobbed at the Plaza, but very few of their fans followed them into Harlem. In fact, the Beatles were no big deal up in Harlem. The people at Sherman’s were not exactly Murray the K’s crowd. They took one look at these guys with their long hair and funny clothes and went back to their ribs. If anything, they might have thought the Beatles were dorks. But you can bet Sherman never forgot that day. Every so often I still go into Sherman’s for takeout, and whenever I do, Sherman comes out from the kitchen to say hello. ‘I remember you!’ he always says. ‘You’re the little girl that brought the Beatles!’” - Ronnie Spector, Be My Baby (1990)

[morallygreyyn]

Heyy!! Could you possibly do the HXH boys reacting to their s/o having a friend they platonically flirt with ? ( or maybe being the friend flirted with?)

hxh boys reacting to their s/o platonically flirting with their friend (hisoka, kurapika, illumi headcanons)

authors note: wow...it's been a while 💀 finally found inspo to write again after the shitstorm that was the past few months so i'm so glad to be back! sorry for taking so long anon pls forgive me 🥺 i'm finally getting round to all my super old asks

warnings: jealousy, possessiveness, hisoka, nothing major tbh

requests are open! please read my rules!

lowkey why do i feel like he likes it

having said that, i feel like he would only enjoy it in the beginning

seeing you fake flirt with someone else would be akin to a challenge for him

his s/o likes to flirt with their friends? game on

if your friend would respond to you, it was a game to see who was better

hisoka vs your friend

hisoka would win every single time

although, he was a bit surprised when he discovered that you continued to flirt with your friend when he was not with you

and suddenly it wasn't a game to him anymore

and he was no longer playing along

now...hisoka is quite the possessive individual

what's his is his, no exceptions

he would have no problem threatening your friend

he would probably kill them if it weren't for the fact that he knew that you would retaliate in a way that he would not find enjoyable

you said that you would stop flirting with them, purely for the good of your friend

you didn't want to see them hanging by their feet over a ravine

ngl i feel like you'd be a bit peeved at him

hisoka is quite flirty, and i can see him flirting with others never seriously though

so why couldn't you?

you'd avoid him for a while

he would come to your house unannounced, wanting to know why

"you know why." would be your response

"if it is because of that one you call a friend, you can take out your frustrations on me."

"you'd like that."

"very much."

"then no."

"why?"

"i want you to suffer."

"tsk, tsk, y/n, you're so cruel."

"you'll get over it."

oh no

kurapika doesn't like this one bit

while he trusts you and he knows that you do not have any romantic attachment towards your friend, it would still hurt him to see you "flirt" with someone else

weren't you his? wasn't he yours?

in no way is he possessive

i bet he would even feel bad about feeling jealous

but the poor boy couldn't help it

was he not good enough to flirt with? were you not satisfied?

he knew that these were irrational thoughts

you were only having fun with your friend!

so, he would simply sit there and let you continue, not wanting to cause an argument over something minor

i feel like he would tell you how uncomfortable he would feel with it only if you noticed what was wrong and pushed him to confess

or he would get so uneasy that he would have to tell you how he was feeling

you would, of course, listen to him fully to see his point of view

"i'm sorry, y/n, i know you are only having fun."

honestly, it would be difficult not to hug him tightly and apologise a thousand times

i know i would

you reassured him that it was him that you loved and that you would stop

you didn't realise how your boyfriend felt watching you flirt with another, even if it was in a platonic way with your friend

you very quickly made it clear to your friend that this was no longer something you would be doing

he wouldn't say it, but you could see how happy kurapika was that you understood his feelings and that you didn't resent him for it

it was a weight lifted from his shoulders

needless to say, you would certainly flirt with him more often

which kurapika thought was impossible seeing as you already flirted with him a great amount

oh boy was he wrong

does he even know what flirting is

the only flirting he knows is what you have shown him

he knows the difference between how you treat regular people and how you treat him

so when he hears and sees you acting the same way around your friend as you do with him, he's marginally confused

not confused enough for it to bother him

i feel like he wouldn't even know how to react tbh

either he would not give a single fuck - you and your friend were just friends, you and illumi were dating

or your friend is going to die

jokes

kinda

if it did bother illumi, he would NEVER say this aloud

i feel like you would get the silent treatment and it would be up to you to figure it out

at first, you would be so confused

but then you eventually figure it out the next time you see your friend and illumi resumes his even colder attitude

"are you jealous?"

silence

"you are!"

more silence

"you know it's not real right? you're the one i love."

..."hmph."

"if you want me to stop, say so."

his silence would be your answer

the next time you saw your friend, you made it clear that you were setting boundaries

thankfully your friend understood and respected you

if they didn't the would very quickly find themselves at the bottom of the ocean

they were definitely too scared of your boyfriend to disagree tbqh

once you had done this, illumi seemed happier

well...

he didn't give you the silent treatment at least

so you took that as a good sign

[sunsetsover]

made a new post bc the original was long enough as it was but i've been chewing on these tags @ropebunnykant left on it for a while now because they've really been bothering me and i've been tryna figure out why. like i know i talked about kant always being splintered into different versions of himself or existing w an asterisk next to his name but like.... does it run deeper than that? does kant actually know who is outside of his relationships to others? does kant know who he is beyond the superficial stuff? would kant know how to be alone?

i think the answer is no

i don't think kant has a real sense of identity. i don't think he's ever been afforded the opportunity to develop one. it's why he doesn't think he's interesting. it's why, when he does something objectively nice for james, it doesn't even occur to him to mention it. it's why he doesn't really know how to talk about himself. like ok he likes art. ok he's a tattooist. but what else do we know about kant? kant as a person, not in relation to others. what about his personality? what does he like? what does he want to do in the future? who is he when he's alone in bed at night?

what does he want?

the only thing we're actually explicitly told about kant by kant himself that doesn't somehow tie back to someone else is that he loved sports, especially basketball. but the most interesting part of that to me is that those were things he did in high school. over 10 years ago. probably right around the time his parents died. and its like wow..... is that the last time he liked something just for the sake of liking it? was the last time he had hobbies? the man is 29, and yet the only thing he could think to bring up about himself was something he liked and did when he was 18? is that all there is?

ofc we know at some point around that time that his parents died and he had to take over custody of babe. that lead to bills and the car thieving and captain christ and kant probably didn't leave any time for kant himself. completely understandable. but when you're that young your personality is still forming. you're figuring out who you are, what you want, what you like and what you don't. and when you don't have time to experiment and engage with the world in any meaningful way and you're constantly operating from a place of fear and lack and desperation, what then? what are you left with then?

kant does have a personality. he's definitely not a blank slate. he's cheeky and clever, a (relatively) smooth talker. he has a sense of style and he has friends and he has a job he's passionate about and clearly good at. but that's kind of where it ends if you look at him in isolation. he's brave, but bc he's had to be. he's adaptable, but out of necessity. he's lots of things but most of them are born out of the life he's led as opposed to who he is as a person. he's thoughful, and he's romantic. caring, loyal. willing to do anything for the ones he loves - but all of that ultimately that all goes back to others. it goes back to giving, bc that's what kant does. i don't think he knows who he is if he's not pouring his cup into someone else's. i don't think he knows how to love without putting his life on the line for it.

so then who actually is kant? does he even know? among the many versions of himself that he's had to be over the years, does kant even know which parts were real and which ones were fake? which ones were born out of desperation and which ones acted out of necessity? did he bet on football matches bc he liked it or bc he needed a lot of money quickly? did he hang around with those people because he liked them or bc he'd got so used to being around questionable people working under christ's thumb that he doesn't know how to be around 'normal' people? did he have a lot of one night stands bc he liked it and that's all he wanted, or was it bc he didn't really know how to be in a real relationship with someone? did he help james out of the kindness of his heart or because he doesn't know how to be someone's friend without offering them something, even when it's something you can't really afford to offer?

i don't know exactly. i don't know where kant ends and trauma begins. but i do know that there's something fucked up about kant's sense of identity. and i do know that i want to dissect him like a lab frog to figure out exactly what the fuck is going on in there.

[nalyra-dreaming]

I'm sure you've heard already but ppl on Twitter tearing sentiment about Louis entering relationship with Armand for protection TO SHREDS. Going off how flirty Louis looked on the date. I just have two question for them:

1)What is that happened after that date that would've made Louis change his heart? (Sarcasm) Yes, Louis clearly boldly flirted with Armand there (lets ignore lestat third-wheeling and Louis taking photos of lestat with Armand being at the side). And AFTER he nearly died by Armand's hand. And Assad confirmed that Armand was planning to kill him, it wasn't just a sham. So, it's understandable that Louis started to look at Armand differently there.

2)"it's also the beginning of the ultimatum with Armand and the beginning of the darker side of their relationship" from Jacob's mouth. They need to look up definition of ultimatum. It's a CONDITION usually combined with a threat. We're being NICE when discuss this scene because I haven't seen single person imply that Armand was pressuring Louis into sex. All I saw people saying this situation happened unintentionally on Armand's part because he's used to power plays, toxic relationship etc

People are sooo hypocritical in this fandom. They SWEAR they love toxic love stories but get scared by toxicity. Bet same people who are pissed about this believe that Louis didn't want sex in ep6 and that he did it to appease lestat. Picking and choosing where to see abuse and where don't.

Also it seems like some give more importance to reviews than cast's interviews. I read reviews and read about tender romantic loumand in Paris.

I also heard Hannah saying that cage in bedroom was intentional. I also read jacob saying Armand is dark looming presence and that he serves function to Louis and that Louis becomes dissatisfied. There was a lot in Jacob's interviews actually.

Reviews and interviews don't always say the same thing, sometimes even contradict each other (Assad and Eric mentioning devil's minion and reviews saying there's nothing between them). And you would think people will focus on words of someone who WORKS on the show, but they prefer to hear only things that support their headcanons

Tbh, I have been taken aback by how willingly everyone is jumping/hating on that post (and, I mean, I have pointed out the same thing???), because... it completely dismisses what Assad and Jacob have said...

AND it completely dismisses Jacob's acting there.

Really look at him. I'm not going to pull up the gifs now, it's the current episode, go look at Louis' face and expression and body language... and then remember what his "inner Lestat" said.

And we all know how good an actor Jacob is, right.

I mean. The fandom dismissing what cast and creators say in favor of accusations is nothing new. God knows I've ranted about this. But... I mean... how can you think Louis, after Armand almost kills him... would just happily enter a relationship? When he just asked to be decapitated??? When the only thing that stopped him - was Armand's comment that Claudia wouldn't be around for long.

THAT is, as far as the tale is currently spun, what made Louis stop. Literally.

Jacob said that it would go darker from here and I... don't doubt it. But I think some people are not prepared, lol.

Dubai is a golden cage, by intent and set design as stated. And Louis was "the little birdie for the next 50 years".

Or does anybody really think the overlay with the coven telling Claudia that was a coincidence....

Or wonder why AMC did not promote Loumand as a couple... at all.

I'm just glad the gag orders have dropped away, at least I can listen now to Assad, Jacob, Sam and Rolin telling it like it is.

[billypoindexter]

“Frog Study Time” rarely included any actual studying. Chowder would suggest that the three of them get together to work on homework, and it wouldn’t take long for the books and computers to be abandoned in favor of the stupidest conversation topics known to man (their conversation about Barbie movie lore had gotten so out of hand that they were unofficially banned from all going to the library together). But even though they all realized that these study sessions were literally a waste of time at this poitn, Nursey and Dex never turned down Chowder’s offer.

This particular Wednesday night Dex was doing his best to fight the urge to yap, as he needed to make headway on his comp sci midterm before their roadie this weekend. Nursey hadn’t even grabbed any of his books before pulling Chowder onto Dex’s (“the top bunk won’t hold us both!”), and Dex was doing his best to tune them out while he coded. But even with good intentions, Dex knew there was no way he wouldn’t inevitably be drawn into the chitchat.

“Nineteen is not old, Nursey!”

“Dude, you’re literally a D1 athlete, you can’t tell me that no one was interested before Caitlin.”

“Just because girls were interested doesn’t mean I had to oblige. I wanted to wait for someone I actually liked.”

Dex must have been focusing in way more than he thought, because he had no idea how Chowder and Nursey started talking about their first hookups. It wasn’t unusual for the team as a whole to discuss their sex lives, but with the frogs they usually geared their conversations towards more sophisticated subjects, such as Barbie movies

Nursey turned toward Dex at his desk, and Dex could hear the annoying grin on his face as he said, “Bet you waited for someone special, Pointdexter. You seem the sentimental type.”

Dex just continued to type and squint at his computer screen. “Actually, I’ve never had sex.”

Chowder slammed closed his psych textbook—there’s a chance he had opened it at that moment just so he could slam it closed for dramatic effect—and shouted, “HOW DID WE NOT KNOW THAT????” He let out a moan of despair. “We’re supposed to tell each other everything!”

“Yeah, what happened to the sacred frog bond?” Nursey added.

Dex shrugged, doing his best to not get drawn in. Realistically, he knew that he wasn’t going to get anymore work done, but he continued to stare at his computer in the hopes that he could refocus.

“Dude, we can totally find a chick to hook you up with. Unless I was right about you being a romantic,” ribbed Nursey. “Also, we can see you’re not working on your midterm anymore, so you can give up the act.”

Huffing, Dex swiveled around in his desk chair and crossed his arms. Chowder was leaning forward, elbows on his knees and chin in his hands as he stared at Dex. Nursey, ever chill, was leaning on his side, messing up Dex’s pillows as he propped his head on the back of his hand.

“I never said anything because it never came up,” said Dex flatly. “And I’m not a romantic, I’m just not interested.”

“C’mon,” whined Chowder, “give us the chance to find you someone!”

Dex shook his head as he clarified, “No, I mean I’m not interested in sex.”

A pause. Two blank faces looking at him. As much as Dex wanted to play it cool, he could feel his heart beating a bit faster and a blush creep up his neck; he’d never admit that to anyone before, even though he’d known it himself for a while.

Nursey was the first to break the silence: “Huh.” (This guy really knows how to make use of all those English classes.)

“Wow, really?” asked Chowder, clearly curious, sitting up straighter. “You’ve never seen a girl and wanted to…ya know…” He made some weird hand gestures that Dex very much did not know, but he got the idea.

“Nope.” He took a breath and added more quietly, “It’s not really girls that I look at, anyway.”

Again a pause. Again two blank faces. Again a quickening heartbeat and a spreading blush, as Dex voiced another thought that wasn’t new to him. But this time Chowder was the one who reacted first.

“Oh! Oh, ok!” He clapped his hands together. “We’re learning so much tonight! This has got to be one of our more productive study sessions.”

He grinned brightly at Dex. He gave him a smile back, not as big but just as genuine. He then flicked his eyes to Nursey, who also had a small smile as he slowly nodded his head. “Right on, Pointdexter.”

Nursey and Dex held each other’s gazes for a moment longer, then Dex cleared his throat and announced that that was enough emotion for one night and turned back to his computer. He worked a bit longer, letting Nursey and Chowder get back to their conversation (“You were seventeen and you’re giving me grief for being nineteen? Oh fuck off!”).

Chowder gave Dex a hug before heading back to his room for the night, which wasn’t unusual, even if this one was tighter and longer lasting than most. Nursey let Dex use the bathroom first while he worked on extricating himself from the bottom bunk and smoothing out the bedding. After brushing his teeth, Dex headed back to the room and passed Nursey, who grabbed his arm and stopped him.

“Hey,” he said softly, seriously. Once Dex turned his head to him, he continued. “Do you want to talk more about it?”

Nursey had come out as pan to the team last year. Dex knew him and Bitty had talked about being queer and playing collegiate hockey, and the difficulties that could sometimes came with that. He tensed up for a second, thinking that Nursey was upset that he hadn’t said anything about his sexuality before, but there was nothing but concern in his face.

Dex shook off Nursey’s hand. “No, I’m alright,” he said, making his way to his bunk.

Later, as they both were laying in their beds, Dex spoke again. “Thank you, though. For, um…for offering. I appreciate it.”

“See, I knew that you’re secretly a softy.”

Dex rolled his eyes at that and reached with the palm of his hand out to punch the bedframe above him. Then he turned and nestled into his pillows, breathing deeply of the scent the lingered there and trying not to think about why he liked it so much.

[ithaquasbbg]

I have requests in my inbox.. but instead of focusing on those like I should.. I am writing a little bit of self indulgent stuff today (I’ll do reqs soon)

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Joseph desaulnier | Photographer general relationship Headcanons

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Tw : very brief mentions of Claude’s death

Extra : I love this man so much, he’s my favorite grandpa

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|🩷| Joseph is a person with a large amount of attachment issues due to his childhood. He finds himself growing more attached to people than he should, and doesn’t take loss well. This is apparent in your relationship at Least at the beginning. He will constantly need reassurance that you won’t leave him.

|🩷| He loves giving gifts, something that he can see you wearing preferably. The way your face lights up when he gives you gifts is something that never fails to put butterflies in his stomach.

|🩷| When it comes to receiving, words of affirmation make him fall even harder than he already has. Things as small as “I love you” will cause him to blush.

|🩷| When he’s intoxicated, which happens quite often, he’s much more easily flustered than normal. He’s unable to play it cool when he’s in a state like that, and will often end up silent with a dumb little smile on his face.

|🩷| He loves giving you pet names! Things like “Cherie”, or other French words of endearment are typically his go to. Occasionally, he’ll slip in a “dear” or two as well.

|🩷| If you were to give Joseph pet names, he’d act like he hates it up front, but the silly little smile on his face definitely tells you otherwise. Calling him things like “pretty boy”, “darling”, or other endearing terms are the ones that evoke the biggest reaction.

|🩷| Joseph’s not a fan of heavy pda. He prefers to keep things “classy” like how he was raised. Things like hand holding are fine, but kissing (like mouth to mouth.. cheek kisses are fine) is pushing it a little too far.

|🩷| In private, he’s among one of the more affectionate people in the manor, especially when drunk. Joseph longs the embrace of another person, as it fills the hole in his heart that was left after his brothers death. Depending on who you are as a person, he may or may not be the one initiating this.

|🩷| In terms of big spoon and little spoon.. Joseph can swing either way, which does like many other things depend on his level of sobriety and emotions.

|🩷| When he’s big spoon, you can bet that he’s going to have you held as close to him as he possibly can, though he tries his best not to crush you. Sometimes you’ll catch him playing with your hair absently. If you bring it up, he’d be flustered and may stop doing it for a while.. so choose wisely.

|🩷| When Joseph is the little spoon, he loves being held tight as he holds you sometimes. You’ll often find him with his head resting on your chest so he can listen to your heartbeat.

|🩷| You can borrow some of his clothing, but Joseph would much rather have some clothing custom made so they can fit you better. He has the money to spoil you, so why shouldn’t he?

|🩷| That in mind.. Joseph probably borrows lots of your clothing if he can fit into it. Even though he can make some of the most expensive clothing out of anyone in the manor, he finds himself feeling much safer when in your clothing

|🩷| Despite being as charming as he is, Joseph doesn’t have much romantic experience, and likely doesn’t know quite what to say or do yet in terms of dates.

|🩷| If you asked him though, Joseph would say his favorite place to go on a date would be the gardens. He loves flowers, and loves you even more.

If only he could get a photo of you amongst them.

[sunniques]

alright this is going to be long, but i agree with you about most of them

i feel SEONGHWA it’s like a jealous stepdad, he likes to tease you by acting romantic with your mom in front of you after you acted up with some dude you saw at one of the fancy dinners he and your mom constantly made where important people get invited or bring a boy to fool around, he would be fucking you good in your room in the middle of the night after all you did, probably after a spanking session, i feel he gets turned on seeing you beg, he can tease you bc he loves seeing you being possessive towards him but how dare you to do the same to him

HONGJOONG omfg YESSSS, he enjoys your current visits to his studio knowing how tired he is for working so hard so you go there to spoil him and relax him like the good stepdaughter you are, you always end up cockwarming him or sucking his cock under his desk, even when he told you no in fear of getting caught up but he can’t resist at seeing your pretty “innocent” eyes while you suck him off, at the end you just want daddy to feel good and to relax a bit :( (i bet he whines too if we’re honest…)

i always felt YUNHO gives me dilf vibes as well, like a stepdad too, but i feel that golden retriever-ish stepbro who acts like an innocent protective big bro, he will probably stay out of your room to masturbate himself while he hears you doing it as well, probably steals your panties too, i feel he also is the type to sneak his hands under the table to touch you while you all are having dinner with your parents or watching a movie having a family time

YEOSANG in other hand, i feel he is a more “correct” stepbro, like he rejects you multiple times bc he doesn’t feel it’s correct, until one night you sneak into his room and ride his cock, he begs you to stop or he is going to cum inside you and there is nothing you want more in life for him to do! after feeling your pussy wrapped around his cock he can’t get enough of you, lying to your parents constantly that you go to “bonding trips” just to get him to fuck you properly without the fear of getting caught

i first i read your reply as SAN being a stepdad and i was like YEAAAHH, i find stepbro fine too, but san being like a lovely stepdad who takes care of his lovely stepdaughter and is a lovely husband as well when in reality he is a pervert who devours his stepdaughter’s pussy like a starved man, he doesn’t care if you squirt on his face, he loves that, he makes you sit on his face to eat you out properly, even when you tell him it’s too much to the point it’s painfully delicious to cum but he is too pussydrunk to let you go and won’t stop until you cream his tongue multiple times before creaming your pussy until you are full (breeding kink !!!) (also the aftercare with this man would be >>>>)

MINGI jesus christ, you’re his personal cocksleve and you love it, he will throatfucking you after a long day of work, he will also have a size kink i mean HE IS HUGE, i feel that he will make you lay on the bed with your neck on the border of bed (head upside down) so he can fuck your throat better, even telling you to put your hand on your throat so you can feel his cock slipping inside of you, he would love to cum in your face and tits as well (i feel he also would corrupt you)

i will always believed WOOYOUNG is a brat, that little shit will get his way on you, it all happened after a party that both of you went and came back to the house empty (parents on a trip) a bit tipsy and next thing you both knew is that you both were naked in his bed, even when you think fucking your stepbrother was just for fun you were wrong, he will record you sucking his cock or fucking you from the back and use it against you, you want to date a guy? too bad, wooyoung won’t let you do it or that video being a whore would be everywhere, specially on your parents phone, you’re annoyed but you also don’t get too mad about it bc your stepbro knows how to make you cum better than your past lovers

with JONGHO i feel he will try to hold himself and your tactics but one day he won’t be able and will masturbate in silence with a bit of guilt BUUUUTTT what if he has an OLDER (like 2-3 years max) stepsister, i feel jongho can feel turned on with the idea of dominating an older woman, specially you since you always nag him and act like he is too young, he using one time alone with you to make his move and at first you thought your little stepbrother was just playing around, in one minute to another you are on top of him bouncing on his cock while he devours your nipples, he loves seeing such a “bossy girl” being too cockdrunk over her younger stepbro

girl sorry this is loooooong as hell, i wrote all of this at work while bored, hope you have a great day and week, take care 🤍

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ok but u ate

[sparklingcid3r]

are you a tim and darry shipper? if so, PLEASE share some hcs of them

YESSIR I AM‼️ oh my days i’ve been dying to yap about them bc i’ve been obsessed 🙏 i won’t go into how i think they actually found out about each other’s man-kissing tendencies bc im thinking of writing a fic abt it (if it doesn’t happen then i’ll write abt it here lol) but here we go‼️ ooc? perchance🤫

- Incredibly private relationship. Neither of them want a single soul to know

- So naturally they get walked in on by Pony

- “You said you locked the door” “It’s not the same kind of lock we got at my place” “It’s a lock” “That you never even use” “Do you know how to lock my door?” “Do you know how to lock your door?”

- (It’s not Tim’s fault tho because not even Pony remembers which way to turn it, he’s just jiggling it until it clicks. Seriously, why would anyone need to know?)

- Darry’s idea of being romanced is coming home from work to see Tim doing the dishes while playing Darry’s favorite Ricky Nelson records in the background.

- Just sweep him off his feet, Tim, why don’t you🙄

- Fr tho acts of service is Darry’s love language, catch him SWOONING when Tim says he’ll pick up Pony from school and then come back to help him dig leaves out of the gutter. Most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to him

- Idk if Tim has a love language, but maybe it’d be quality time. Even if they aren’t saying anything, he just likes hanging out and unwinding with Darry at the end of the day

- If they haven’t been able to see each other for a while because of Darry’s long ass work days, Tim sometimes visits him during his lunch break at work, just to talk and catch up. He brings two bottles of ginger ale because he knows Darry can’t drink on the clock, but could stand to crack open a cold one

- They’ll go and watch the rodeos together when Dally is jockying and Soda’s doing saddle bronc

- One time he came home to find Tim, Pony, and Soda very heatedly yelling at the soap opera playing on the television. They made him swear to secrecy before letting him join in

- Lotsss of stab wounds in the coaster next to the couch. Darry only got it after one too many accidents with Tim not remembering that the Curtis family doesn’t just bury their blades into furniture when they’re particularly emotional

- Darry actually gets along well with Angela, they have pretty similar music taste. He’s also telling her which teachers she wants for which classes, and also the best spot to park to pull out of school quick before traffic builds up

- Darry wants to spend some time at Tim’s place, but Tim refuses nearly every time. His parents are always drunken, high crash outs when they’re home and the place is just a mess. He’s a purebred hood, but he’s also the only one trying to run a tight ship around there for his siblings’ sake

- Tim bounces around from job to job, he never really found a rhythm anywhere. Darry once sat down to help him hunt, but Tim’s better suited for odd jobs anyway, so that’s where his money rolls in from

- Definition of power couple. They’re mean asl in solo fights but put them on the same team and it’s lights out

- There’s an on-going bet on the East side about who would win in a fight between them

- Darry and Tim know about this and also get into arguments about it

- Love the idea of characters who are described as things such as “feline” or “deer-like” or “spider-like” etc etc also act like those animals, so the minute Tim was described as cat-like I knew that in my head he’s taking naps and when he gets up, he does the full body, hands in the air stretch until every bone has popped and he’s got just slightly longer canines than usual, “blink and you’ll miss it” slight. Darry thinks it’s hot

- They’ve mutually agreed to never accept gifts from each other because they’re too proud but also too insecure about money and don’t want to be leeching off the other

- Tim doesn’t sleep on the Curtis’ couch unless he’s in rough shape from a fight the night before or he wants to catch Darry in the morning, but more often than not it’s because of a fight. Pony and Soda only know about a fraction of the times Tim has done this and just think “damn darry ur bf’s gay asl for u”

Gang i love them sm it’s not even funny this is so serious for me😭🙏

[moongoopy]

a/n: ig this goes out to the guy that annoyed me like hell in primary yet was the biggest source of fun younger me knew back then before he moved out the country. also idk if yalls schools had concerts, they were the best part of primary for me. tbh proof read in a rush, i couldve added more

Gojo Satoru is that one kid you were seated with at the beginning of the year, showing a new taste of hell of how irritating school can be because of a particular person.

He's the type of boy who would go through your pencil case and keep your pens and pencils out of sight and out of reach, taking advantage of the seating arrangement and handing off your stuff to a bunch of other kids who were oblivious enough to keep them. He would have the biggest grin on his face when he saw how pissed you are and act all smug when you had no idea where he kept them.

He'd tell you how ugly and uncool you are with his playground insults and jots in your books when you're not looking, laughing at your expression when he caught you off guard. Gojo immediately lost his words when his insults sounded slightly romantic, the teacher pointing out in his face and having the whole class laugh at him. While this was a bit of victory in your hands when he grimaced and told the others to shut up, you quicky disregard the issue when you remembered that being shipped with him was super unflattering.

You sat with the others when they discussed about games and such and all of you were knee deep into the conversation before his big mouth spoke up, "I bet I could crush you in all the games that you mentioned." This peeves you because who did he think he is? You worked hard in the videogames you played and simply argued back.

"Nu-uh!"

The others begin to question just what is up with your relationship with each other? One second you would be at each others throats then the next, his hands would quickly pull off a piece of his bread and hand it it you while conversing passive-aggresively.

He was also the guy paired up with you during plays at the end of the year. It went full circle that it was like a curse that you had to see him again. He laughed at your get up for the concert but you laughed the most when the teachers scolded him for messing up the dance steps and he would fume, kicking the dust. Ironically when the performance happened, there was no mistakes and he would boast about it, it was up to you whether to humour him or embarass him by telling on his failed practise routines.

And it was very unexpected that during a family gathering he was neighbours with one of your relatives. Before the hatred or annoyance of him could reach your mind, the thought of your friend being present in this family gathering was pure fun. You hated his guts but he was just a breath of fresh air. Somebody that went to you to annoy you yet stuck close.

He was caught offguard too but quickly got over it when he realises that he could bully you here but not before you defended yourself. You pulled up with a toy gun and shoot at his shoulder which made him yelp at the suddenness and he proposed a game of tag without saying it and simply ran upstairs. The both of you acted like this house was any of yours as the both of you chaotically outrun each other and get hit by the plastic bullets. All caught on camera with your phone clutched to your hand.

Good blackmail material to show that Gojo Satoru was very lame and flimsy at a game of tag!

Then, the rest of the kids were called to play fireworks outside and the plastic guns were completely discarded as the two of you rushed downstairs to play. Hearing a bit of nagging from any adult that the both of you should slow down but instead you both ran out the back door, giggling cheekily.

Outside, everything was bright and colourful, sparklers on the floor for the kids to grab. You grabbed a sparkler but instead of a sparkler, Gojo grabbed a long one that gradually shoots out into the sky. He adjusted his sunglasses, grinning at how the sparkler lights up. It was like the dummy wished death upon you and he pointed the stick to your face.

You screamed, aiming it to the sky and it instantly shot a pretty red light up to the stars. You tried so hard not to rip him apart with your bare hands but you really looked at him. He was having fun and you too; that the anger nearly dissipates, not before you pointed a sparkler to his feet and it almost touched his pale skin. His chuckle turned to a shriek and he plead for you to not do that, wincing away from you.

Finishing his sparkler, it led to another chase around the backyard where people might be utterly confused to what your relationship was with this boy but one thing was clear,

he was the most infuritating person that you've ever bonded with and you didn't regret it one bit.

end note: also if anybody wanted to know what the romantic insut was, the dude wanted to call me the beast from the beauty and the beast but the teacher misheard and thought he was calling me the princess as a compliment lolsies and he got laughed at, deserved!!!!

[npookie0]

Hi!! I love ur writing and I was wondering if youd be able to do something with rangel where they get back together?? please rest well and take care of yourself

Divine Deviance Round Two

Ronin x Angel, some comfort and fluff, Ronin and Angel try dating again

Words: 1600

Cws: Spoilers for Killer Chat! Mostly Angel and Ronin's routes

It's been a year since Ronin and Angel broke up, a year of them being friends and playfully flirting in the server from time to time. It was hard at the start, adapting to being friends, no more i love yous in the romantic sense, sitting in calls late into the night and falling asleep. Or, that's how it should be.

With them it was not like that.

Once the awkward first days of the break up washed away they acted like before. The server wondered if the divine deviance truly broke up with how they behaved, they even started betting on when the two killers would get back together. Though they gave up after three months, accepting that it's just how Ronin's and Angel's relationship looked like.

The two of them were so sure of their own friendship being purely platonic and full of comfort that they didn't pay attention to all the things they've been doing together. Holding hands? That's a normal thing to do for friends. Cuddling and sleeping in one bed? What? You never had a sleepover with your best friends? Kissing? Well... that's just for a show when the situation is dire, not a big deal!

That's how Angel was explaining these situations to herself, looking at the ceiling while she's laying in her bed and thinking back to Ronin. It was getting on her nerves, thinking about him so much, he's just her friend. There's nothing more to them, just best friends who are there for each other whenever they can, Ronin more often than her because she's the one mostly tiring herself out.

"I won't get enough sleep like this..." She groaned after tossing and turning for another five minutes.

Maria sat up, her long blonde, dip dyed pink hair falling down her back as she did that. She looked around the room, her eyes stopping on her phone, it just made a ping sound and lit up, meaning that someone text her.

"I swear to God if it's Finian..." She murmured as she picked up her phone from the bedside table, the sheets making a rustling sound with her sudden movements.

She unlocked her phone and clicked on the notification, a little smile creeping on her lips when she read the text she received.

<goreboy> [ 1 : 22 AM ]

hope You're not Sleeping

dear Saint maria

'cause We Were supposed to meet Up dalin'

She furrowed her brows when she read the last sentence. She would fur sure remember about a hang out with Ronin. He must've gotten it wrong, because she has no memory of this being discussed...

She still entered her spreadsheet to take a screenshot and show Ronin that he should train his memory.

oh

He was right.

She bit her lip. She completely forgot about this, lost between her videos, modeling shoots and shooting men who harassed her friends. She was losing herself already so losing a memory of the planned meeting with her friend was to be expected.

<Angelic> [ 1 : 24 AM ]

...

Give me ten minutes Ro 🤍

And with that she jumped out of her bed, no time for make up, no time for perfectly prepared outfit. She just threw on a skirt and a sweater, put her hair in a bun and called it a day.

(Beaufort saw her in worse shape anyway)

She got out of her apartment, keys and phone in her fluffy jacket's pockets. March was warm but not during the night.

"Look who it is! Maria de la Rosa in full glory." The forever hoarse and cracked voice sounded in her ears once she has left the building.

He stood in front of her, devil-may-care attitude worn like it's his brand ('cause it is) shit-eating grin and that hideous, but very important. All he was missing was a crowbar to make it a whole "Ronin (fucking) Beaufort, the devilish asshole" package look.

"Yeah, yeah, don't get too excited or you may kiss me again." She teased and approached him to wrap her arms around him. They always greet each other like that, on the days when she feels good at least.

Ronin cackled and titled her head up by her chin. "And what if I wanna?"

Her face flushed, brows furrowing. "Oh, shut up." She pushed him away. "Where are we going?" She asked, changing the topic.

Ronin shrugged, hands in pockets as they walked. "Jus' around town, wanted to see ya, you're busy as fuck nowadays."

She sighed.

Of course he noticed.

She was busier than usual, busier than ever even. A new clothing company wanted to work with her as their model, the company was big and it meant more work and more photo shoots. She had barely any time for her channel and the occasional moment, she has barely any time to eat or take a break.

"Did you eat today?" Ronin's voice broke her chain of thoughts.

Maria looked up, her blue eyes meeting the void she knew so well, black eyes reflecting Ronin's soul, darker than the dark itself. She remembered these eyes well, looked into them in the past, reading Ronin's emotions or at least trying to.

(Sometimes they still appear in her dreams, closing as she leans in for a kiss, waking up before their lips can touch, drenched in sweat)

She hesitated before answering. If she said the truth she could already imagine the look he'd give her, but he knew her too well, he'd knew when she lies. She bit her lower lip, wrapping her hair around her finger and unwrapping them repeatedly. A sign of stress, one she was never able to stop herself from showing.

Ronin sighed. The cycle repeats itself and he can only frown and do all the shit he already does, plead and explain, rinse and repeat.

"C'mon, do ya want me to send you selfies for living again?" He asked, not feeling like creating new comments.

She stopped in her tracks, breath hitching in her throat.

Angel, the Heartsick Angel, Maria de la Rosa, was considering. Considering if she wanted to receive reward selfies for waking up, eating and taking breaks. And the scariest part was that she actually wanted to agree.

It was weird, it felt wrong, wrong to want that.

He's my ex, we shouldn't do anything like that.

But then again, they kiss, cuddle, hold hands. There lines of friendship were already crossed, she already thinks too much and too often.

(If something's proposed to you, you should reach for it.)

"Sure, if you're so eager Ro." She said, mastering up that confident tone, thanking the universe for the street lights in Uptown being broken, so he couldn't see the blush on her face. Even thought she was sure that the whole district could hear her heartbeat.

Ronin chuckled, hand on his face. "Heh! Will I get rewards too, Saint Maria?" He titled his head to the side as he grabbed her by the waist, pulling her in.

She looked away, embracement washing over her, she was way too flustered for her own good.

"Alright, you'll get your little reward selfies too, know my kindness." She scoffed.

They shook hands, wrote it in their phones, no losers or winners, just a way to remember to take care of themselves.

Not weird of friends to do that, right? ... Right?!

It's been two weeks, two weeks of daily pictures and updates being sent back and forth between The Butcher and The Heartsick Angel. The angel was truly getting heartsick, her heart beating too fast, missing Ronin too much, yearning for him when she saw his face, that cheeky smile when he showed a thumbs up or a peace sign.

She couldn't stop the giggles, the butterflies in her stomach, the racing thoughts and cute scenarios. It felt so similar, but so alien at the same time. She knew the feelings, she dated Ronin before, yet this time they were different. She didn't like his care or understanding, she felt a little but in love with every part of him, his eyes, his laugh, his humour, his cockiness. It was hard to admit, but she loved Ronin Beaufort. Loved that Shakespeare bastardising fool more than anyone ever.

Maybe romance truly died with Ronin, a chance for romance that wasn't with him, at least.

A new alert came to her phone in the least expected moment.

<goreboy> is calling, pick up?

She selected yes, turn on her camera and even smiled pretty for it.

"Hey there, m'lady." Ronin said from the other side, red KORN led in the back indicating that Ronin was in his house, so he called because he wanted to, not just to brag about a new kill.

"Hey Ro"

A silence fell between them after she greeted him back. Both of them had something to say but none was brave enough to do so.

Then, when Maria was almost ready to spark up the conversation, Ronin dropped his bomb.

"I think you stole my aorta again, baby."

She was stunned. Eyes widening as she looked at her camera with her lips parted.

"Wh...what?"

"You heard me." Ronin shrugged, acting as nonchalant as ever.

It took her a moment before she replied, her mind breaking under the weight of a the situation.

"... What if I told you, that my aorta my between your fingers long before that."

"Then I'd say that I'll be there soon to let you claim your heart, sweetheart."

He hang up. A promise of a visit. A promise of a love.

Maybe the Devil and the Angel are truly meant to be?

I hope you guys liked it !!

Thank you for all the I love yous, I love you all too!!

Yours truly, N!

[snwycde]

Connected (Bang Chan) part 4

Pairing: BangChan x fem reader

wc: 2.3k

warnings‼️: smut‼️, minors do not interact‼️‼️*warning placed before scene*

summary: slow burn of Chan and fem reader. Chan runs into his past, how will it affect the present and his future?

This is part 3!!!

part 1

part 2

part 3

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“Where have you been?” Hyunjin is sitting on the kitchen island eating snacks, “It’s 11pm on a Monday. And Han and Changbin got home like 4 hours ago.”

“I was working.” Chan taking off his shoes, throwing them to the side.

“They said you left before them.” Hyunjin takes a bite of his apple, “So where were you actually?”

Chan takes off his jacket, placing it on the chair beside Hyunjin, “Why are you acting like a mom Hyun?” He opens the refrigerator to grab some leftovers.

“You went to see her, didn't you?” Hyunjin takes another bite, looking at Chan who freezes in his spot, “By your reaction, I’m taking that as a yes.”

Chan scratches his head and sits down “Look Hyunjin, this isn’t some romance story. I just went to see her, that's all.” He’s about to take a bite of his food before, “Wait, how did you know?”

Hyunjin leans back into his chair, “Felix and I were betting on it. Ever since you last saw her you look even more out of it.”

Chan shrugs and takes a bite of his food.

“So what did you do? Did you take her on a date? Surprise her at work with flowers?” Hyunjin finishes up his apple, “I wanna see what she looks like again. The girl who swooned Chan hyung.”

“I think she hates me.” Chan stares at his food, “Y/n, that’s her name. I think she hates me…and I kind of deserve it.”

This makes Hyunjin slowly sit back up, looking at his hyung, “Why would she hate you?” Genuinely curious at who could hate his hyung who’s nothing but kind.

“I treated her really badly.” Chan says before taking another bite, “I treated her so badly and pretended nothing was wrong. I pretended she didn’t exist.”

Hyunjin knew there was more to the story, but hearing this made his hopeless romantic heart ache. He wanted to know more, but he didn’t know where to start. And he especially didn’t want to pry. 

“Yeah, you did.” 

Hyunjin and Chan turn to look up at Minho leaning on the counter.

“Eavesdropping much.” Chan shakes his head, “I mean you’re not wrong but when did you even get here.”

“Felix is being too loud on his video games and I needed water.” Minho pours some water into a cup, then heads over to the table they were sitting at, “Don’t mind if I come and join this little therapy session for Channie, huh?”

Chan lightly laughs, “What are you gonna do rat me out to Hyunjin-ah? He loves me too much to think of me badly.”

Chan’s remark makes Hyunjin’s head tilt, “Okay well now I want to know, because I feel left out now. Who else knows besides Han and Lino hyung?”

“Just them two, and my family.” Chan continues eating his food.

“So am I allowed to ask questions or…” Hyunjin throws his apple away into the trash.

“Shoot.” Chan makes a gun with his fingers, inferring to go ahead.

“Who is she? How’d you meet? How long did you date?”

“I thought you were gonna ask about the breakup. Not the whole plot story.” Minho laughs. But the face of Hyunjin tells Minho and Chan that he really wanted to know.

Chan clears his throat, “Um well her name is Y/n L/n. I met her at this cafe her parents own, she was the first friend I made when I moved to Korea. I started dating her 3 years after I met her…we’re the same age…so when we were like 16…? I think we started dating in 2014.”

“That’s actually so cute. First love.”

“That’s so young. Young love.”

Minho and Hyunjin speak at the same time (I’ll let you guess who said what). They look at eachother rolling their eyes. Chan continues eating, looking unbothered.

“So why did you break up with her?” Hyunjin asks next.

“Chan hyung, didn’t break up with her. She broke up with him.” Minho reaches and takes some of the snacks in the middle.

“What? Really??” Hyunjin holds his mouth in shock, “So why do you portray yourself as a bad guy if she’s the one that broke your heart.”

“Um… maybe because I broke hers first.” Chan finishes his food and starts to get up, “I think that’s enough storytelling for tonight, it’s almost 12 and we have a pretty busy day tomorrow.”

“You can’t leave me with only that. That’s basically nothing! You’re leaving me on a cliffhanger!” Hyunjin pouts.

Chan waves his hand walking out of the kitchen, “Ask me another time.”

“Lino hyung, what did Chan hyung do?” Chan hears Hyunjin ask Minho before he enters his room.

---

“Jihyoooooooo, I hate him so much.” Here you are in your room, with Jihyo, who brought soju with food after she came home from work. You fall from where you stood, laying on the couch where Jihyo watched you, “I don’t hate him. I just…he’s so mean to me.”

“I can’t believe you got into the car with him. Actually I can’t believe you went to Jaebum when he’s at a bar drunk calling you. Like girl. What the hell.”

“I just wanted to make sure he didn’t get hurt or something. And he was alone –”

“Babe, do you not understand what no contact is?” Jihyo plays with your hair while you place your head onto her lap, “You barely even liked Jaebum. Like look at you, you're here whining over Chan, more than him. You’re a mess.”

“I didn’t know I’d see Chan at such a vulnerable moment. I literally was answering his stupid questions so mindlessly, when he doesn’t even deserve to know anything.” you pull a blanket over you while rambling, “Ugh, Jihyo if only you heard how he spoke to me like…like I was nothing. As if I was just a friend or worse, a stranger. It felt like how it was on the day after Christmas.”

Jihyo didn’t need her to explain what she meant, she knew what she was talking about. That day, after Christmas, is why Jihyo holds no resentment or empathy for Chan. She doesn’t care about how many times you tried to defend him, or brush it off that it was okay and it didn’t hurt you. Because Jihyo knew it hurt you, and once you’ve had too much to drink, if Chan was mentioned or something that reminded you of him, you break down pouring your heart and soul into every single word.

“I remember because I was there, Y/n.” She takes the soju from your hand, “that’s enough for tonight.”

Jihyo walks you to your bed before saying bye for the night. 

--- *MDNI* smut below‼️‼️‼️‼️

His hands roam against your body, touching it as if it’s his last. He follows you as you crawl backwards onto his bed, chasing your lips as if it's the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. He softly pushes you onto your back as he cages you in, allowing you to trail your fingers up his arms to his shoulders, wrapping your arms around his neck - pulling him closer. The action causes his lower half to brush against yours, a moan spilling into his mouth. 

Hearing you, makes his mind grow darker, craving you more. He starts pressing into you, attacking your neck, “Taste so good.” You run your hands through his hair and give a light tug, just how he likes it, you pull him off your neck, making him whine at the loss of you. You tug at his shirt, “Off, please.”

He smirks at this, placing a kiss on your forehead, “only because you asked so nicely.” You watch him, knees on either side of you, kneeling as he unbuttons his dress shirt in front of you. He sees you bite your lip, “Like what you see?” You turn your head away from him, suddenly shy. 

“No, no, baby.” he softly takes you by the chin, turning your face towards him, “Watch me. Don’t take your eyes off me.” He takes off his shirt and your hands rush to place them on his chest. “Needy aren’t you,” he jokes before taking one of your hands and kissing it, then trailing kisses down back to your neck. He finds your sweet spot, making you bite your lip, to hide your moan.

“Don’t.” his hand comes up to your face, brushing his thumb against your lips. “I want to hear everything.” he whispers into your ear, as he dips two of his fingers into your mouth. You start tasting him, moaning around his fingers. 

“Baby, please.” You whine out as you feel him grind himself onto you, “Want more. Want you.”

“You’re so cute, always asking so politely.” His lips reattach to yours as his fingers find the bottom of your dress - the reason why you’re both in this situation now. He starts to take it off of you, disconnecting his lips just so you can throw it over your head, then he quickly reattaches to you. “God, you’re so perfect.” He says while undoing your bra with practiced movements, “It makes me just want to ruin you.”

You moan at his words, your hand trails to his pants to make him slide them off. As he kicks off his pants, you play with the hem of his boxers, hearing his breath get heavier as he kisses you more desperately. “Are you needy baby?” It’s your turn to tease.

“Stop teasing.” He plays with the thin lace on your hips, returning the favor.

“Me tease?” You immediately grab his dick and give it a squeeze, making his head fall to yours, breath hitches, continuing your movements, “I’d never tease my baby.” Your thumb runs over his tip that’s starting to leak, “So needy, baby.” He moans loudly before placing his hand on your clit, slowly moving at the pace you're stroking him. Your eyelids flutter shut, overwhelmed with the pleasure.

“So weak,” He teases.

Your eyes open as you speed up your movements, feeling chan twitch at the sudden change in pace. You quickly reach into his boxers and take him into your hand, and pump him. 

“Fuck.” He says as you spit into your hand just to reach back down. He hasn’t moved his hands too focused on not finishing. 

“Who’s weak baby?” You use this moment to push him against the headboard, crawling onto him as he sits looking at you. You look at him as you drip your spit from your mouth to his dick lathering it around him making him look up moaning. You stop your movements, your other hand takes his chin, “nuh uh baby, eyes on me.”

You continue your movements and start kissing him intensely. He’s moaning into your mouth and by the grip on your hips, you know he’s close. You usually take the pillow princess role, but by the way he’s been so stressed, you decide to take care of him really quick. You know he’ll make it up to you later.

He pulls away from your lips, “Close.”

You smile at this, “So cute.”

He’s so fast that you’re unsure of what even happened. He pushes you onto your back roughly taking off your panties, “I need to finish in you.” It sounds like a demand, but you know that this is his way of asking for your consent. You open your legs wider and he takes it as a sign to continue. He fully takes off his boxers and lines himself up with you, “You’re so wet.”

“Put it in please, don’t tease,” You whine.

“Not fair when you’ve been teasing me all night.”

“I want you to come in me, baby.” you wrap your legs around his waist pulling him closer, “Fuck me.”

His eyes darken wasting no time, he pushes into you, moaning as he feels you swallow him whole, “Fuck, I missed you so much. ”

He lets you adjust for a second until you push him closer, “Move.”

He starts thrusting deeper into you before pulling out to the tip. Roughly pushing all the way in, he does this slowly yet hard, making both of you moan out loudly gripping onto each other. 

“Faster.” One word is all you say and he’s quick to listen, thrusting faster with less force yet still deep enough to hit your spot. 

“I’m gonna come,” you cry out, it feels so good. He feels so good. Your hands entangle with his hair moving to his back, unable to stay still. So high off of him you don't know where to put your hands. You just want to show him - no, you want to let him feel how good he's making you feel.

“Come on baby, show me how good I make you feel.” He keeps the same strong pace just how you like it, “Let me feel you dripping around me.” And that is what tips you over, you release around him, scratching so hard on his back that it’ll sure leave marks. Screams caught from your throat, as he grips your throat just how you like it.

“Come inside me baby please.” You urge him on, still experiencing your high, you're so drunk on pleasure you don’t know what you’re saying, “Please give it to me. Put it in me deep. I-I need your come.”

He’s now fucking you harder chasing his own release, he grabs your face kissing you. 

“Come in me, Chan.” You moan as you look into his eyes.

You saying his name and the eye contact does it for him, and he's grabbing onto you so tightly as he yells out, “Fuck y/n. I-I’m coming.”

Both of you moaning as you feel his fluid leak into you, filling you up with his warm seed. He still continues moving as he attaches his lips onto you. You kiss each other until you fall asleep with him in you, holding you close.

---

You open your eyes, Chan’s not there. You sit up, looking down. 

Chan opens his eyes, Y/n’s not there. Chan sits up, looking down.

“Oh.” 

“Oh.”

author's note: AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

this is my first time writing a smut idk whether i hate it or not 😭

[bxtterwaters]

I am not a fool entire ; no , I know what is coming . . .

full name: Lysander Digby nicknames: Lys, Sander, Sandy (most common) - truly, responds to anything gender: cis male sexuality: pansexual date of birth: November 25th (Sagittarius) height: 6.0" faceclaim: Sebastian Stan occupation: owner of Gentleman Jack’s

Lysander grew up with a very proud father, three older siblings and a mother who cared about nothing but looking perfect. As a child, everything he did was coached or ridiculed, and even though his family weren’t exactly wealthy, that didn’t stop his parents from keeping up appearances - especially with his father climbing military ranks easily. One would have thought the money from being in such a position would help, but Lysander’s father had garnered a serious gambling addiction that meant very little of his wages were really spent on the family. 

Weeks after he turned eighteen, his mother passed away - though the circumstances of her death were unclear to him at that time, and remain a mystery even now. He has a suspicion that his siblings know the truth, but none of them ever disclosed it, and by the time he hit his mid-twenties, he no longer cared enough to keep asking. With his mother’s constant vigilance now missing, and his father increasingly absent, Lysander was free to act as he pleased - and by God, did he. Tired of being told to be “proper” and “polite”, and now an adult in his own right, he became a true free spirit. He drank, he gambled (having learned the tricks of the trade from his father), and thanks to his charismatic ways, he made many, many connections, which got him by well enough in the society of London. 

He became fairly well known for his roguish ways and charming smiles that often got him what he wanted, with everyday ventures and more… romantic pursuits. And if he couldn’t talk his way into something, he’d take other routes - mainly, betting. After all, he was pretty good at it after all these years of practice.

Five years ago, his luck finally came through. In a drunken game of Cribbage with an older gentleman at a pub, Lysander won an establishment called Gentleman Jack’s. At first, he didn’t think the man was serious, until he received a letter later that week. The deeds were soon handed over and suddenly, Mister Digby owned and operated a gentleman’s club. 

He gave it a real overhaul, updating the decor, establishing better official membership pricings and, most importantly, investing in better booze. So far, he’s doing pretty well for himself, and it certainly aids him in his romantic endeavors, though he has never been the sort to stick with one person for long...

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

(sebastian stan, thirty-eight, cis man, he/him) you do not know me but rest assured i know you, MISTER LYSANDER DIGBY. you are the OWNER OF GENTLEMAN JACK’S. you maybe be known for your CHARISMA but it is only a mask for the true nature of your HEDONISTIC ways. however, i am not here to spread slander on the queen’s jewels, though i suspect you are her GREEN AVENTURINE. the ton says your name reminds them of CHEEKY SMILES AFTER SLY REMARKS, SMUDGED LIPSTICK MARKS HIDDEN UNDER SHIRT COLLARS, EYES THAT RIVAL CLEAR SKIES. how scandalous! you have been warned, dear reader, that i will prove if this is true and share every last detail.

[thisismeracing]

some professors are not here today so I'm free (for some hours at least) and I went through your jb22 tag and!! HUSBAND!JENSON IDEAS FILLED MY HEAD!!

and specially im stuck on the him being married to a woman in motorsport... I've thought stuff for her being either a reporter or an engineer🫣

reporter!yn:

they two would be teasy from the start, way before they started dating. when he first came to f1, it was her first year in the reporting world and my my, they instantly clicked!! he would be flirty mid interviews and she'd blush sooo hard, literally wouldn't know how to act

eventually he asks her out, maybe after a win of his because they had made a bet

"if I win today, you owe me a date"

"guess I'm rooting for your teammate now"

NO HOLDING BACK IN TEASINGS!!! and so they date and after some years, when they get married, they are literally one of the most iconic couples. she's grown more into him, is even more comfortable teasing him in front of the camera and he absolutely LOVES it (I just know he has that silly grin of his every time)

ofc he calls her darling nonstop

"Jenson, comments on [x thing]?"

"well, Mrs Button-"

MRS BUTTON ALL THE WAY

and he's such a romantic

and, lastly, when he retires he joins her in interviews and they are really known as Mr and Mrs Button, THE reporting duo

engineer!yn:

oh god, now this one is a match. it's the way they entered f1 together and they learn together, from each other. it's the way they've stayed many, many nights in the garage together, just to make the perfect car with his needs and her brains. and one of those nights, after 5 years of working together, them being alone there makes them kiss and oh, they are really inseparable now

their first time would be the making love type of thing, with so much longing

it's the "she fell first but he fell harder" for sure!! in every race weekend he'd bring her her favourite snacks while he just stays there and admires her working

small crash tw: in case of a crash, she'd be worried sick, but the moment he'd step out of the car, they'd be hugging nonstop

all that ofc behind closed doors, because he doesn't want people to think that she's where she is now because of their relationship

he wants people to see her worth, he wants to give her space to shine

but one day, he wins and she is up there in the podium with him and they can't hold up and they kiss at LAST

when they get married, before every race, he kisses her hand and specifically her wedding band in the most tender manner

when he decides to retire, she stays in f1 still, though wishing she was still his mechanic, as she was all 17 years in the sport

but then she suddenly sees him in the reporting role and she's like !!!! MY HUSBAND !!!!

and honestly they'd be simply unstoppable, with them exchanging knowing looks and smiling and just remembering all those years back, when they were just a rookie and an engineer

all in all, husband!Jenson, whichever case, is an extremely loving and caring man who would do everything for his wife. he'd always try to make her laugh, whenever she'd feel down he'd comfort her nonstop and he'd be her safe place completely

now now we all know that he's surely also a man that craves for his woman's pleasure and would do pretty much everything for it🫣🫣 can totally imagine after race sex to take out all his left stamina AND to celebrate...

-🌻

reporter!yn

jenson would totally ask about her if its ever a different reporter interviewing him. the two meaning jokes would make her forget what even the interview was about because let's be honest how does one stays chill after jenson freaking button hits on them?

"if I win today, you owe me a date"

"guess I'm rooting for your teammate now" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA DKGJSDKJGSKHJDSKJHSDH

I think this line is totally something that they would say on camera, live tv, and all, they crossed a line, but everyone loved their dynamic at this point so it wasn't a problem.

engineer!yn

the whole garage roots for them even when they're oblivious to how in love they are!!

I loved this scenario too oh my oh myyyy

asjfkaj after race sex, but also before race sex (its about getting ready and yk he believes that it can give him some luck hehe)