🪐: he was always almost the kid who reminded the teacher the class had homework. he would want to, thinking the teacher genuinely forgot and he wanted to be kind, but he always siked himself out from raising his hand.
🪐: he was a child prodigy. in high classes, always got straight As, and every teacher he had said he was destined for great things. but ryland never believed them when they told him.
🪐: ryland never joined any sports in high school. he thought he was unathletic so he never even tried. but that man can run super fast and he would have shined in track.
🪐: he was in chess club !!
🪐: he had an affinity for theater in high school. unfortunately, the guy couldn't act or sing to save his life. so instead, he participated by working as tech crew.
🪐: when he has time, usually during the spring when the school he works at is doing their spring play, he stays after work to help paint props. sometimes he'll walk by someone in the tech crew and get into a whole conversation about light waves.
🪐: he's a chatterbox. once he starts talking about something he's interested in, there's absolutely no way to get him to stop.
🪐: also terrible at keeping secretes.
🪐: ryland is a sugar fiend. he likes an ungodly amount in his coffee.
🪐: he finds solace in dark and self-deprecating humor. he says he "doesn't care" if he dies or not, but secretly, he really does. the thought keeps him up at night and gives him really bad anxiety.
🪐: he started getting panic attacks while working on the Petrova problem.
🪐: he loves 2000s music. and he dances awkwardly to it.
🪐: he's the kind of person that smells everything before he eats it or it gets too close to him. he does this so much that it was instinctual when he sniffed the ammonia filled tube rocky gave him.
🪐: he's the kind of teacher that leaves his classroom door open during lunch. he knew what it was like being the outcast in school so he makes sure to create an open space for kids to come into.
🪐: he loves his students. so much so that he sees them as his own kids. if one of them comes in talking about a good test grade, he's quick to light up and give high fives with a five-watt smile.
🪐: he's terrible when the kids are fundraising. he's pulling out his wallet and buying the overpriced candy bars from each of his students.
🪐: he owns over a hundred books. they live on shelves, stacked by his bed, gently placed in drawers. there are a bunch of science and science fiction works. he has the entirety of Dune.
🪐: but audiobooks are his favorite. he listens to them in the car on the way to and from work.
🪐: he can quote star trek perfectly
🪐: he never introduces himself as "doctor ryland grace" ever. he doesn't feel deserving of the title even after spending years of his life devoted to getting his phd. so when coworkers find out, he gets all shy and blushy.
🪐: when a student gets a question wrong, it physically pains him. he recoils and groans like he's been burned, face scrunching up in pain. he has to quickly stumble through a recovery to reassure the kid that wrong answers were one step away from correct ones.
🪐: he has a tuxedo cat named 'sparky'
🪐: he religiously assumes people are just nice. someone could be flirting with him and it goes right over his head every time.
🪐: sometimes, when it's late and secretes are able to come out of hiding, he thinks about having his own life. a daughter. what that would be like; how she would be, what job she'd have when she grows up, and how ardently proud of her he is even though she's not even born yet.
🪐: he makes up random jingles when he's at home. if he's cleaning, he'll mumble words under his breath that usually make no sense. it's a way to fill the silence and keep himself on task.
🪐: he has ADHD
🪐: he knows wonderwall on guitar
🪐: when he was younger, he wanted to be an astronaut when he got older.
🪐: ryland's glasses got stretched out from having them for so long. but he's very emotionally attached to them, so he refuses to get new ones. they rest on his nose and frequently fall off. he's gotten used to the feeling so he never adjusts them.
🪐: kids were mean to him in high school. he was asked out as a joke a few times and he became super guarded. so when he met his ex, who ended up leaving him for some idiot named Mark, it took him a while to really trust her.
🪐: he played it cool but it really hurt him
🪐: yearner !!
🪐: read all the Superman comics when he was in elementary school. he even has a little bin of the collection he created in the higher shelf of his closet.
🪐: he's super shy around people who don't know him. but the second he's comfortable? he's deciding he wants to try to do a handstand at some ungodly hour of the morning.
🪐: he picks up coffee for his co-workers in the science department.
🪐: he's the teacher that stands up for kids. if someone is being mistreated by the dean of science, he marches right down there on the students behalf and gets them whatever he can.
🪐: he doesn't think his students miss him as much as he misses them
🪐: he calls his partner "sunshine".
🪐: he owns a bunch of different ties. in the morning when he's all dressed, he'll take two tie color options and hold them in front of him. there's never a morning when he doesn't make a silly face at the mirror.
CW: Literally none, this is tooth rotting fluff, you might wanna die
Word Count: 2,577
Summary: You don’t have a car and find a help wanted ad, posted by Karin asking for someone to date Lars to get him out of his shell—all in exchange for a car. Your first meeting with him goes unexpected.
A/N: This is completely inspired by @finnestra’s post about the ad, which made me laugh so hard I had to just write it myself. This is also my first One Shot I’ve ever written, so apologies! Please comment if you want more parts to this because I absolutely will do it don’t threaten me with a good time.
The winter air flowed through your lungs with a harsh bite as you inhaled, threatening to freeze your lungs solid. When you exhaled, a thick fog of condensation fell from your lips and twirled away into the dull gray sky. You shivered and drove your hands deeper into your coat pockets; your fingers quite literally felt like they were going to snap off if they were exposed to the cold for any longer. Your heavy snow boots stomped through the slush below your feet as you hurried home.
You’d been making dinner for yourself in your cozy little cottage when you realized you were missing a key ingredient for your recipe. So, with a sigh, you’d pulled on all your winter gear and braved the freezing outdoors to hurry down to the small supermarket down the block. The whole journey had you deeply questioning your life choice of not buying that cheap old sedan you’d seen in the newspaper a few weeks ago.
Unfortunately, working as a barista at the town’s local coffee spot hadn’t proven to yield much money, at least not enough to afford transportation. Fortunately, it was a small area and everything needed to survive was within walking distance. It just meant you had to suffer.
Your stomach gave a panicked jolt as your foot slipped in the snow and the grocery bag in your arms fell to the icy ground with a muffled thump. Once you felt confident that you weren’t going to fall, you let out a curse and bent down to pick up the paper bag before the food inside could be ruined beyond repair. As you straightened, a paper flying in the wind caught your eye. It was stapled into a phone pole before you.
On the damp page was a large black and white photo of a shy looking man. The photo looked like it had been taken without his knowledge, as he sat at a kitchen table engrossed in a small puzzle, his eyes downcast. He had carefully combed brown hair and a mustache on a slightly round face, and was clad in a brown sweater with a white shirt and tie peeking up above it. You had to admit, he was quite cute in an innocent sort of way.
Below the photo were big black letters typed in all caps:
NEED A CAR? “DATE” MY BROTHER-IN-LAW
Below that, smaller text:
He’s smart. But socially very shy. “Date” him and bring him out of his shell. In exchange, we’ll give you a 2004 Buick Regal. Clean, rust-free, 40k miles.
A small laugh bubbled up in your throat at the hilarity of the ad. You wondered how the brother-in-law in the photo felt about this.
You then frowned, eyes scanning over the words detailing the car.
A free car, basically? You wouldn’t have to suffer on freezing walks anymore while letting out every curse in your vocabulary. And he was cute. You could deal with shy; you talked enough for two people according to previous failed dates.
Glancing around to see if anyone was near, you quickly snatched the ad off the pole and shoved it into your wet grocery bag.
What could go wrong?
You stared at the old computer monitor before you, biting a lip between your teeth. A drafted email blinked up at you on the screen, waiting to be sent off into the void. All you had to do was press send. It read:
Hello,
My name is (Y/N). I saw this ad and was very interested in the car you mentioned, as right now I do not own one and have to walk everywhere (which is the worst thing imaginable in the winter). I’d love to discuss the arrangement further, if possible. Let me know.
Kindest regards,
(Y/N)
Blowing out a raspberry, you hit send and quickly stood up to get away from the screen. You hoped they replied quickly, as you had a shift at the coffee shop the next evening and the weather report predicted a raging snowstorm rolling in.
You paced restlessly in your small kitchen, wiping down the counter and putting away dishes. About thirty minutes later, your computer gave a small ping, signaling an incoming notification. You nearly tripped over your own feet to sit down in front of the monitor and opened the new message sitting in. your inbox.
Hi (Y/N),
I have to be honest, I’m a little shocked someone actually reached out. You’re right, the weather here is awful right now, and it sounds like we could really help each other out.
My brother-in-law’s name is Lars. He is very shy and it’s like pulling teeth to get him to talk to anyone, but you sound nice enough.
Do you work at the local coffee shop? I feel like I may have heard of your name around town. If I’m thinking of the right person, I think you’d be great getting Lars to open up. Just one thing, he hates being touched physically, but really is the biggest sweetheart.
Are you available to come by tomorrow around noon? You can meet Lars and take a look at the Buick.
Sincerely,
Karin
He didn’t like physical touch? Well, that wasn’t a problem. You never kissed on the first date anyway. You quickly sent a reply off, asking for the address and letting Karin know you’d be there at noon the next day.
The next day, you stood in front of a white garage next to the main house, its paint peeling and in desperate need of a touch-up. You’d just come from meeting Karin, where she told you a little bit about Lars and showed you the car. She insisted on you meeting him alone, as he would absolutely loathe Karin if he found out about the ad.
You knocked on the door softly, taking extra precaution not to sound too urgent. There wasn’t an answer for a minute or so, but you did see a curtain twitch in the window.
Just when you thought about turning back to head back to the main house, the door cracked open, wide enough to only show Lars’s eyes and nose through the opening. You smiled softly at him.
”Hi, Lars, right? My name is (Y/N). I ran into Karin and she was telling me about you, thought we’d get along well.”
Lars didn’t move. In truth, he had definitely seen you around town, walking in the slipper snow to and from the local coffee spot. He’d always secretly thought you were pretty and wanted to stop and give you a ride, but chickened out every time. After all, why would someone looking the way you do ever want to bother with someone like him? He couldn’t believe you were standing at his door right now. It was too good to be true.
”D-did Karin put you up to this?” He spoke softly, still not opening the door wider.
You shrugged. You didn’t want to lie to him, so you settled on a half-truth instead. “A little bit, yes. But I also thought you sounded really nice and…” You trailed off, searching for the right words. “I thought you could use a friend.” You found yourself genuinely believing the words flowing from your mouth. You smiled at him again, hoping to put him at ease.
He said nothing. Usually he hated when people tried to get close to him, like they pitied him and wanted to feel good about themselves. But for some odd reason, he wasn’t feeling that familiar spark of irritation he usually did.
You mistook his silence for anger and laughed in embarrassment, shuffling a toe in the snow. “Ugh, I’m sorry. This is rude, just showing up like this. We can just forget this ever happened if you want and I’ll give you free coffee for the rest of your life to make up for it.” You were rambling, the way you always did. It was the thing that seemed to make dates no longer interested in you. You began to turn to leave.
”Wait.”
You looked back over your shoulder and Lars opened the door wider. Your eyebrows rose up in surprise. He was tall. Very tall. His head almost brushed the top of the doorframe. And his hands, God his hands. He had one planted on the doorframe, as if he were holding himself back from running after you. It was huge, like a bear paw. He was wearing a flannel over a thermal undershirt with jeans, looking every bit like a lumberjack straight out of a novel.
He breathed heavily into the cold air, a puff of steam blowing out before him, and glanced up at the main house before returning his blue eyes back to you. You faced him again.
“Do you maybe…want to come in for some tea?” He smiled slightly under his mustache and shifted nervously on his feet.
Heat warmed your chest at that smile. You were positive it was the cutest one you’d ever seen on a man. “I’d love to.”
He looked down shyly and shuffled back to make room for you, and you entered the small garage apartment. As you passed him, you caught a faint whiff of woodsmoke mixed with some kind of earthy cologne.
Suddenly, he was removing your coat from your shoulders gently, taking extra care not to brush the skin on your neck. He hung it reverently on a nearby hook near the door, next to his own coat. The sight of them next to each other felt strangely domestic. You blushed at the chivalrous act and smiled up at him in thanks.
The tips of his ears turned pink and he nodded once before heading to the small kitchenette to prepare tea, shuffling a bit like a penguin. The sight was very endearing in a cute way.
Before moving any further into the apartment, you removed your snow boots and carefully set them on the rug next to the door. Lars watched you with fascination.
You’d cared enough about his space to remove your shoes. No one had ever really done that, Gus and Karin included. It was such a small gesture, but it made his heart thump in an unfamiliar way.
You took a look around the room, noting the single twin bed in the corner with a small blanket folded neatly on top of it, a black wood furnace that burned heartily, the small table with two rickety chairs, and a modest bookshelf stacked with different books, their spines facing out.
It was a cozy space, simple but clearly catered to the tall man’s personality. He clearly liked things neat, something you both had in common.
Lars was at the counter, clumsily steeping two teabags into mismatched mugs. His hands shook slightly, likely from nerves. After all, from what Karin had told you, this was completely unfamiliar territory for Lars. You felt your heart bloom with warmth that he was letting you into his space. It was intimate.
”Is it okay if I look?” You asked, pointing at the bookshelf. Reading was a massive hobby for you, and you were eager to learn more about Lars’s personality based on what was on the shelf.
He nodded, watching you carefully.
You perused the spines, eyes traveling down each spine. There were a lot of religious books, which didn’t surprise you. Karin had told you how Lars never missed a church devotional each Sunday. There were also some old fantasies, westerns, poetry, and even a couple of books on birds. On the top shelf, some of the book collection was broken up by small carvings of birds, whittled from wood. Your eyes brightened.
”These are beautiful. Did you make them?”
Lars nodded shyly, then, “Yeah.”
You examined the furthest one on the left, instantly recognizing the feathers’ formation and the beak. Your father had been an avid birdwatcher before he passed away and had always taken time to teach you about the different birds he observed while you sat on his lap as a child.
”This is a Goldfinch, right?” You asked with a smile while pointing at the carving in question.
A pleasant warmth rolled through Lars. You were talking to him about. his interests like he was an actual person and not just someone to try and help. And you knew birds. His heart did that funny jump again.
“You know birds?” He asked the question quietly.
You nodded enthusiastically and told him about your father, beginning to ramble about the memories associated with him and the birds. Lars listened with rapt attention, his eyes never leaving you and the way your eyes lit up when you talked about the subject. He realized he loved watching your hands gesture through the air as you talked.
He wanted to make you do it more.
Leaving the cups of tea to finish steeping on the counter, he approached you and the shelf slowly, testing each step for signs that you would shrink away. Again, you were startled at how much taller he was; your head only reached the bottom of his stubbled chin. His scent washed over you again, and you quietly inhaled it without thinking, as if you could hold it inside your lungs forever.
He picked the carving of the Goldfinch up carefully — it was tiny in his hand — and held it out to you. You smiled and took it, making sure not to brush his fingers with your own. As you examined the figurine more closely, he stared at you, taking in the way your hair fell over your cheeks and the smattering of freckles on your nose.
He abruptly longed to reach a thumb out and brush the hair away, which wasn’t like him at all.
”You can keep it, if you want,” he said with a small smile.
Your eyes widened. “Oh no, I couldn’t possibly take it. It looks too beautiful here, next to the others.” And you meant it. You carefully placed it back in its spot, shifting it exactly the way it was so that the weak sunlight shining in through the curtains could illuminate its feathers.
Again, Lars marveled at the respect you displayed for his personal possessions. As you hummed, satisfied that it was in the right place, he suddenly reached a thumb out and lightly, oh-so lightly, brushed your hair back, tucking it behind your ear.
He internally braced for pain and panic, but it never came. At least, not as intensely as it usually did when he felt touch.
Your vibrant eyes locked onto his, a blush spreading across those lovely freckles. Your heart pounded in your chest, racing like a prize horse. He was looking at you so tenderly, like you were his most treasured possession. No one had ever looked at you like that, and it startled you.
You inhaled sharply but quietly, and slowly rose up onto your tip toes. Your lips hovered over his cheek for a moment, waiting for him to jerk away. When he didn’t, you gently brushed them against his scruff, featherlight.
Lars went rigid at the fire on his skin. Not the painful kind, but a kind full of warmth and comfort. He felt like the sun itself had just kissed him.
And, for the first time in his life, Lars Lindstrom found himself wanting more. Wanting your touch. Wanting you.
He is the biggest sweetheart ever, big smushy cutie teddy bear
He instantly asks if it was good for you, if you're okay, he gets a glass of water for you to share, a snack if need be, he grabs a cloth to clean you up if needed, and then unfortunately he is out like a light. A kiss to your forehead with an arm slung around you and he's asleep instantly.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
This is difficult because if you asked him he'd give you some sweetie answer like "your hands because of the way the hold mine" "your smile" "your heart because the way it loves me" but he truly loves your whole body, but definitely obviously focused on your 😽💕
His favorite body part of his own would be hard to chose, maybe his arms because they allow him to be so strong and chop wood and carry heavy stuff for you, and then he gets all flustered when you're impressed at the load he can lug
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)
He's horrified of an accidental pregnancy so he wraps that thang up! But a hand job or something he likes to see it spilt on you and messy 💕 your cum however, he wants it absolutely everywhere, he likes on his fingers and his thighs, his mustache and cheek and his lips, he likes the feeling of his lower half being sticky from you 💕 (don't get me started on belly humping w/ Lars)
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
This one is hard... hm... probably all of the dirty googling he has done on female pleasure 🤫
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Lars is not experienced at ALL, and it takes him a while to not look at sex as something so... black and white. Missionary, under the sheets, before you go to bed, shower before and after, and that's about it. As boring as it gets, not that it wasn't good, he just couldn't handle a mess or the feeling of being sticky and overstimulated (kinda headcanon him as on the spectrum with ocd/ ocd tendencies? Possibly me projecting...) but once he got comfortable he found the absolute pure bliss of being consumed by nothing but you
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)
Oh he's such a missionary guy
He just wants to be face to face so he can kiss you and hear you and have you reassure him Incase he starts to get overwhelmed. He likes to pet your hair down as he tells you how beautiful you are while he's inside of you. He's also really into eye contact even though he's struggled with that his whole life.
He also loves seeing you on top, he likes to lay back and watch you move on him but he also likes to wrap his arms around your wait and kiss you or rest his head in your breasts as you ride him.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
At first if a giggle even escaped your lips it felt like his whole world was crashing down. He felt stupid, like he was doing something wrong, he wasn't good enough, his body wasn't good enough, but now he's okay to giggle as you fool around because sometimes he's just so overwhelmed with love and happiness he can't help it. And he's having so much fun sometimes a laugh escapes.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Lars keeps his mustache pretty trimmed and neat, and I'd like to think that carpet matches the drapes. Sensory issues lead to him keeping it trimmed down there, and kind of didn't realize the big deal about it, but appreciates that his little hairs tickle your clit just right 💕
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
He's the cutiest most romantic guy ever
Rose petals on the bed, picking fresh flowers for you when he goes on walks to calm himself down, cute stuff like that.
But when it comes to sex your first time he definitely put rose petals on the bed and lit a candle or two, and every single time he kisses you and whispers to you how much he loves you and how beautiful you are and how good you make him feel 💕🥺
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
He had a lot of trouble at first and tried his best to push down his thoughts and feelings, but got more comfortable, and once he met you he found himself with his hand under his tighty whiteys stroking himself to the thoughts of you, your lips, your hips, your voice
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
I think maybe like orgasm control/denial, he wants to be edged or pushed to the edge and do the same to you until you can't hold out anymore ☺️
And maybe just some slight little degrading too! Enough to get his cheeks pink
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
Obviously the bed, he's a simple guy! But you've done in it the bath together and he's been trying to get you back in ever since. You did it in the woods when he showed you out to the treehouse and stuff (don't say and stuff😖) and he could not forget the thrill of it, you also did it in his car out at the lake at sunset (romantic Larsy) and he was beyond shocked his seats went down that far and that there was enough room.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Ohhh praise gets him GOING. If a compliments slips your lips (which often does since he's just the cutiest squish teddy bear) he can feel himself getting worked up. For so long he felt like he would never find anybody and the fact that he found someone who is so sweet to him and compliments him all the time, he has to calm himself down sometimes but nothing gets him going like praise.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Definitely nothing that could possibly hurt you, he's still very vanilla so there's lots he hasn't done, and is scared to try, but anything that would hurt you is completely off limits to him.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
He's definitely a giver, he enjoys the feeling on his tongue, the taste, the scent, everything. You're having a bad day, he's eating it. He's having a bad day, he's eating it. Good day, eating it. It comforts him and he enjoys the sounds the come from you, the rutting he does against the bed. He just loves it.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Lars is all about the slow and sensual sex, he's too scared to do anything fast and rough in fear that it might hurt. He likes talking you through it and also being talked through it as he slowly slides in and out. He wants it to last, he wants to take his time.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Lars is not a quickie guy at all, it's just so not romantic to him. He'd rather take his time, touch you where he wants, get touched where he wants. If he needs it that bad he will pull you aside, let you know, and you will leave whatever function you are at or find a perfect excuse as to why you were late.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Getting caught would be kind of his worst fear, but he also loves the thrill. Like when you had sex in the forest, or in his car, he knew at any moment someone could walk up and see the two of you- but he also had been out there enough to know that you were safe enough to not get caught.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)
He maxes out at 2 rounds. If you got worked up from watching him chop wood you both know you only have one round until he's falling asleep from exhaustion. At first Lars didn't last very long, and was almost scared of it, but now he's built up stamina to pace himself to cum when you do.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Hm, this one is tough. Lars definitely doesn't own any toys himself, even Bianca he didn't find sexual. But I could see him experimenting with different toys once he's with you, deep into the relationship and comfortable enough.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Lars doesn't even realize what he does is teasing. He is still so new to sex, he's just experimenting and seeing that if his touches feel good and before he knows it your writhing underneath him, out of breath, begging him to finally just touch you where you want it.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Oh he's loud, and it took him a while to realize he's loud. Thankfully Karin and Gus can't hear him since he's back in the garage but he whimpers and cries and moans and groans and pants. It just feels so good and he can't believe how good it feels, it's involuntary, and once he realizes he tries his best to muffle himself with biting your shoulder or rolling his lips back into his mouth.
W = Wild Card (Random headcanon)
He definitely has done some very embarrassing googling about intercourse that would just lead him to digging his own grave if you ever saw. When Kurt told him about squirting he made it his mission to figure more out. Is it real? He wants to debunk the myths, how does he get you to do it? Is the best way with his mouth, fingers, dick? Is it really just pee, and if it is does he care? He's so set on getting you to do it, but first he needs to research it.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)
Lars has the cutest pink tip that gets red and unbelievably leaky when he's hard. He's thick, and about 7.5 inches. He's got a slight curve to it that perfectly hits your g-spot and makes your eyes roll back into your head. Any chance you get to give him some cock praise, you do.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
He's a respectful man, so he wants to spend quality time with you, but he also wants to be buried in you every night before going to sleep. He just loves you, and he wants to express that physically because sometimes he feels like his words aren't enough or he's not able to express them how he wants, and he knows that he can love you physically if his words are stuck in his throat.
Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Lars is basically asleep as he's cumming. This man cums, comes down from cumming, rolls over and cuddles into you and he's out like a light. If it's during the day he has a little bit more energy but seconds are still NUMBERED, and his eyes are still heavy. Poor baby just put in so much work, it's scientifically backed to make you sleepy!
Now you know your ABCs :D sorry some of these were scattered and sorry if there are any typos lol I was working on these late! But I hope you enjoyed! If you have any thoughts my inbox is wide open ☺️🕊️
HELLOOO! Hope ur havung a gr8 day, I just wan a pop in a request for fluffy hcs on how the geese would realise theyre in love with you? (I would rlly like ryland, holland and driver... anyone else is welcomed dearly xx)
Realising He's in Love Headcanons
ft. Henry Letham / Ryland Grace / Ken / Holland March / Lars Lindstrom
Henry Letham (Stay)
realises during a quiet late-night in his studio
you’re sitting on the floor surrounded by his half-finished paintings reading while he’s having a silent internal anxious episode about how much he hates this painting
he looks over at you just quietly reading looking cute and his world stops spinning. for the first time in ever he actually wants the company of someone else instead of wanting to be alone during these moments
crawls down onto the floor to sit with you and plops his head in your lap
becomes super protective and clingy after he realises he's down bad
Ryland Grace (Project Hail Mary)
one of his students asks him if he's in love with you (they met you ONCE to drop off his lunch that he forgot) and he gets all blushy and hides behind a giant science textbook until they drop it
(they don't: the only way to get them to shut up is to say OK FINE yes i love her. then they start calling him Mr. Love. sigh)
goes home and thinks about it like wait that's a good question
tells you about it and you're like "haha kids are crazy. what did u say tho???.."
he pauses and puts his bags down then says: "well. i said yes"
you're super happy but you don't make it a big deal just kiss him silly (his glasses are all crooked and he's covered in lipgloss marks, grinning like an idiot)
writes your name in the margins of his notebook like a lovesick student eeee
Ken (Barbie)
obvs it's in the most dramatic, over-the-top way possible
you do something tiny like comfort him when he realises you have to deal with patriarchy ("so, it's not just horses?")
once he calms down from crying about that, he looks up at you stroking his hair and realises he is crazy about you
has a full internal crisis and starts crying again until you're like ?? is it about the horses again?? but he won't tell you what's up
starts planning a ridiculous romantic gesture then and there to profess his love to you
Holland March (The Nice Guys)
he is for sure drunk and pathetic on your couch. he's like a homing pigeon to your apartment: no matter how drunk he is, he will find his way to yours easy (somehow can't get himself to his own house tho)
you’re cleaning his wounds and calling him an idiot for getting involved in whatever mess it is this time
you stick a cigarette between his lips and light it to shut him up. he freezes and is 100% erect in 2 seconds flat
"that's the sexiest thing i've ever seen in my life" + pulls you onto his lap while you squeal and pout for him to let you finish patching him up
"i think i love you" "you're just saying that because you're drunk" "no i'm not. i'll say it again tomorrow"
wakes up with the WORST hangxiety and is like "did i say i love you? good. because i meant it"
Lars Lindstrom (Lars and the Real Girl)
clocks on slowly and gently over many many many moments
hits him when you smile at him warmly while doing something ordinary together, or come outside to bring him a cup of cocoa whilst he's chopping wood
gets all shy and overthinks it for days, hiding away before accepting it. you're like "lars i've not seen you in a week did i do something?" and he hangs up the call, drives straight to your house and kisses ypu for the first time
I was sad, but then I remembered that "dead poets in nyc" video exists so now, I feel like a baked potato, I feel like cattle and the air is really intense.
I will always be a Cameron defender because my headcanon is that he is the least wealthy out of the dead poets boys, meaning he can't afford to get in trouble and be kicked out.
Unlike all his wealthier friends, he has to rely on his education to rise up in the world and he cannot waste the money his family has so carefully pooled towards his education.
richard cameron is a straight A student. a model student, even, if you ask any of his teachers. he excels in trigonometry, struggles a little bit in latin but overall exceptional. he participates in multiple activities and always follows the rules, no matter what. richard cameron is someone you want to have as a student.
richard cameron is an asshole, if you ask anyone in his grade. he follows too many rules and can be snarky and seems wound so tight all the time it's like he's forgotten how to be a person. no, richard cameron is not someone you want to be friends with.
richard cameron is constantly under pressure. however self-imposed it may be, there's a weight sitting on his shoulders and he can't get it off no matter how hard he tries to let loose. every time his dad calls, his voice loud enough for people passing by in the hallway to hear, he crumbles a little bit. richard cameron is trying so hard to stay strong.
richard cameron isn't being included. in a big group like the dead poets' society, it's easy to not be. sometimes, he doesn't know they're having a meeting until charlie gets up in the middle of the night to grab his flashlight. his ideas are dismissed and nobody cares whether he's there or not. richard cameron isn't a part of their group, not really.
richard cameron is jealous. he's had to fight tooth and nail to be friends with everyone. he's had to offer them study help and test answers just to be included. and then, at the start of his sophomore year, todd shows up. he's new, but within a week he's closer with cameron's friends than cameron is with them. richard cameron is jealous, whether he admits it or not.
richard cameron looks up to authority. why wouldn't he? they have control and power and get to do what they want, and they can make real change in this world. students like him can't. they're exactly who he wants to be, they're respected. richard cameron certainly has a shortage of respect.
richard cameron hates how mean and angry he gets sometimes. he doesn't try to be, he never does, but that's always how the words come out of his mouth. especially to his friends. it's probably why none of them like him, especially charlie. no, richard cameron is angry and mean and he doesn't know why.
richard cameron's heart hurts every time he thinks about what happened that night. he cries over it, sometimes, but certainly never in the vicinity of other people. no, when he's with other people he's just mean, and that's all they'll ever see him as, even as he's grieving. richard cameron is alone, and he's accepted it. doesn't mean it hurts any less.
