Hey. Hey chaox. You know how jimmy calmed Tango down during dl. What if jimmy and tango still kept in contact and tango just so happened to call jimmy and saw his funky new red-eyes skin. Hmm? What then?
I think Tango might want to know what’s going on first but I do think that Tango reaching up and gently touching jimmys face would be good, but I also think that him reaching for the screen but freezing cus it’s not like he can reach through it and comfort jimmy would Hurt
Honestly I feel if tango at that point knows about everything he would want Jimmy to be mean for a bit. But if he notices it effects him and turns him into a person he isn’t well- there’s always doc he can hassle into bringing him to Jimmy so he can hug him (have more rancher ideas but that’s gonna be a whole thing I will type after work
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Oh that made me think of lando and bestie play fighting and he puts his hand around her throat as a joke and then she just thrusts into him and it’s a moment ?? You know… I’m thinking too much brainrot toniight
I hope you don’t mind that I wrote a little something on this because whewwww the way it made me feel 😭
lando norris/female!reader (937 words)
Lando is bored. He’s got your feet in his lap, you’re wiggling your toes and the movement of them under your socks is more entertaining than the movie you’d chosen to watch. It wasn’t that he didn’t like romcoms, he just needed to do something else or he would literally die of boredom.
But still, the wistful sigh that escapes your lips makes him look up and you’re not even looking at him; Eyes trained on the television screen as Sally and Harry interact.
“What?” Lando asks because clearly you’re thinking about something and he’s dying to know what.
You gesture vaguely at the screen without tearing your eyes away, like he’s supposed to know what you’re sighing and fawning over. Lando pinches your big toe and you wiggle them out of his grasp in annoyance.
“He’s so fit.” You say simply and Lando glanced at the Harry character.
He’s sporting a funny looking beard now and there’s clearly been a time jump in the movie that Lando wasn’t paying attention to. He eyes the man dubiously before arching his brows at you.
“This guy?” His voice goes up an octave. “He looks like a nut.”
That makes you look at him, rolling your eyes in fond exasperation and something expands in Lando’s chest when he realises that he finally has your attention. If only for a brief moment. He thinks that it should probably concern him how needy he is to get your attention, but he can’t bring himself to care much.
“He does not!” Your voice goes high too, in indignation and it makes him stifle a smile. “You’re just jealous because he can grow a beard and you can’t.”
Now it’s Lando’s turn to look offended, smacking an open palm against his chest as if your words physically wounded him and it makes you smile despite yourself. You point your foot and jab your toe into his stomach softly.
“How fucking dare you.” He says with no real heat behind it, biting back a smile when you giggle. “My beard is scrumptious.”
“Scrum—“ You guffaw and throw your head back. “You call that a beard.”
“Oh, you better take that back.”
He sits up straighter now, gleeful that you’re not hushing him for speaking over the movie you’d quite literally seen a million times before. You retract your legs from his lap when you realise that he’s flexing his fingers dramatically, and you know what’s coming before he even makes a move.
“No— Oof.” The breath punches out of your lungs in a squeal when he jumps, landing painfully on you and it feels like he’s reached into your throat and pulled out your lungs when he starts tickling you.
The squeals of laughter triggers his giggling, and you know that you must look like a pair of maniacs as you squirm around on his bed with unintelligible words being screamed out between breathless laughter.
“Mercy! Mercy!” You yell, doing your utmost to kick him off but he only fights harder.
He’s clearly fully intent on making you pass out from the lack of oxygen and just when you’re about to buck him off with all your might, he stops.
There’s a moment where you pant, grinning at each other and he looks like an idiot as he looms above you; Hair in disarray and cheeks flushed. But you figure that you’re looking very much like him and the thought of it makes you giggle.
“Do you take it back?” He asks and it takes a second for you to understand what he’s talking about, shaking your head.
“Never.” You reply, as if he hadn’t just tickled you within an inch of your life.
You squirm when he tickles your sides, way more gentle than before and there’s uncontrollable laughter bubbling up your throat when he reaches a hand out to circle it around your neck. He digs his fingers in a little and you swear that the room spins for a moment as he stares down at you.
“Say that I have a better beard.” There’s a threat in his tone that makes you giggle nervously, placing your hands on his forearm in an attempt to keep him from reaching down to tickle your sides. “Say it.”
“I’m not a liar.” You grin up at him when he narrows his eyes playfully, the blues disappearing into slits and it looks so funny that you squirm to stop yourself from laughing.
He puts a little pressure around your throat and the feeling that zips down your spine shocks you, so much so that you buck your hips up in a poor attempt to get him off of you. But it only makes him press right against you and the unexpected hardness you feel makes you both pause.
“Are you…?” You trail off, looking between his eyes as his cheeks slowly turn pink. “Are you hard?”
“No?” He says a little too quickly and you purse your lips to keep the smile from your face. “Piss off.”
He’s quick to scramble off of you, sitting down next to you with a bounce on the mattress and you stare up at the ceiling in silence. Your heart is hammering a little too hard and you chance a glance at Lando to find him already looking at you. He averts his eyes and you smile.
“For the record…” You clear your throat when he inconspicuously grabs the nearest pillow and places it strategically in his lap. “You do have a nice beard.”
“Knew it.” He muttered, but there’s a ghost of a smile playing on his lips.
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I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun writing a drabble. it’s been a while but we back baby!!
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2 - easiest way to fluster you?
6 - do you blush? (adorable either way!)
23 - someone you like to fluster!
24 - someone that flusters you!
2 - praise and validation really get me . 👉👈 saying i do a good job at things or calling me handsome/attractive .. things like that ajsjq
6 - i don’t think so? kinda hard for it to be visible with my skin LMAO , my reaction to being flustered is usually just i cant stop smiling :)
23 - LONG list cause i love teasing a lot of ppl here 😚🫶
@angelicalbunny @strawbbfluff @ticklishcut1e @silly-posts-alert @littleleesblog @bunnygirltickles @yourfavlee @t1nylittlelee 💕💕
24 - alr . pretend you don’t see this part ..
@angelicalbunny @strawbbfluff @yourgigglebugmaya @dreamykirb @anothertickleblog @ticklishmee @silly-posts-alert 👨🦯
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omg brazilian bat-shaped stamp
[id: a bat-shaped stamp with an image of a common sword-nosed bat in the center. this bat has a particularly long and tall nose. this stamp is marked as being worth two Brazilian real. end id]
will format this as a normal post to go in the queue as usual, i just saw it and got excited
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STOP WHAT THE FUCK ERIK I FEEL BETRAYED WHAT THE HELL NO HES A HOMOPHOBE AND A WEIRDO
I wish you could have seen my notes page when that stuff started happening I was going insane. I was angry. I was hurt. I was betrayed. I felt like an idiot. How could I? How could I spend a year writing the ins and outs of this man's brain, only to find I don't know him at all? How could I give this man a platform, knowing what I know now? How can I undo the damage I had unknowingly caused?
And then I realized he is fictional and dead and I was being dramatic. BUT STILL.
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