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elizakai · 7 months

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MOMMY ARABELLA😫

*seductive guitar riffs*

idol! Arabella (and dust i guess.) by @safwunnz

idol!au by @zucchiyeni

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humblepoet26 · 1 month

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So I guess it's time to indulge y'all with some cheekiness considering 1k of you beautiful souls now enjoy following me 🫠✨️

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cringelordofchaos · 11 days

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lil guy

#so normal about him i swear #low quality bad sucky fanart photo taken with bad lighting >>>>>>>>>>>>>#shadow the hedgehog #shadow #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sth #my art #“”#sonic fanart #high quality #toki drawz

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yuukimiyas · 6 months

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a few low quality pics of a high quality girl ( ୨୧⁰̷̴͈ ᵕ ˘͈) ♡˚₊✩

catch ya on the flip side!! (๑ơ ω<) ♡

#i felt kinda pretty & cool & was feelin this fenty gloss!!!! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و #can you tell its slow at wrk? ૮꒰ྀི ∩៸៸៸∩ ‎꒱ྀིა lmaoxkwks #trying to channel my inner ‘city girl/low quality/photo booth/main character’ energy hehee ໒꒰ྀི∩˃ ᵕ ˂∩꒱ྀི১ #I NEED MY ROOTS DONE SO BAD IK!!! ｡ﾟ(´つω•`｡)ﾟ｡#anyways!! gonna leave these up for a lil bit!! :3 weeeee #ᕱ⑅ᕱ.* journals!

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marscia · 2 years

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Tokyo, 2017: “Why does the night have to be so beautiful?” / “The natural beauty I saw […] sometimes felt irrelevant, even discouraging, without anyone to stand there with me and say something like, Wow, so pretty.”

#i was crap at taking photos back then pls ignore the low quality tokyo pics 🤩#i also will never shut up about this trip i really miss tokyo so bad right now :(#bookblr #reading #mieko kawakami #the lonely stories #studyspo #studyblr #low exposure aesthetic #studyinspo #tokyo #ginza

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matchstickman38 · 4 months

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A more literal, Video Killed The Radio Star, song by The Buggles

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arminsumi · 6 months

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「 🔴 RECORDING 」

found footage of satoru's student years... recorded on the camcorder that he carried around everywhere.

warnings : heavy angst, fluff, implied death, not proofread

[ the first footage is one minute long. there's two blue eyes widening comedically on the screen. the resolution is low and the audio is tinny. ]

"Ooo it works... well hellooooooo there... i'm... GOJO!! SATORU!! and this is... suguuuuruu getooooo... oh look at that walk, you're such a model."

[ the camera is on suguru, who's walking with bad posture. he doesn't like the camera. ]

[ he has his old hairstyle; this was recorded before his hair was long enough to be in the bun style. he hides his face from the camera. ]

"... aw, he's a model that doesn't like cameras. anyways... this is the beautiful... STUNNING... hot... talented... playing-hard-to-get... (haha kidding)... y/n~"

[ the camera pans to you. you can hear the flirty tone in satoru's voice. ]

"... we are currently walking through the gates of hell..."

[ the camera pans to the school. the resolution clears for a second to show a blue sky with slowly drifting clouds. ]

"okay. we have arrived in hell; look there's satan himself—"

[ the camera pans to yaga. ]

[ the footage ends with yaga confiscating satoru's camera and scolding him. ]

[ a video starts off shaky. the camera is dropped on the train floor and suguru sighs. ]

"satoru...... did you just break it after having it for one day?"

[ satoru picks it up and gives a toothy smile to the screen. ]

"nah. she's all good. not even a scratch. ooh... suguru we look so hot. and look how hot y/n is... she's so scandalous — sittin' next to me on the train. this proximity's got me sweatin', baby... kidding kidding... don't gimme that look!"

[ suguru gives the middle finger to the camera and satoru's iconic laugh sounds beautiful even through the crap audio quality. ]

[ there's a 3 minute video that's half-corrupted of a party happening in your apartment... of just you, satoru, suguru and shoko. lykke li's "i follow rivers" is playing loudly, satoru is screaming the lyrics in broken english and suguru is recording you and him dancing like maniacs. shoko is offering her cigarette to the camera and blowing smoke into the lens. ]

[ there's a 25 second clip of satoru aggressively kissing you until you laugh. ]

[ there is a photo of satoru crouching to pet a cat. he's holding an umbrella. ]

[ there is corrupted footage of laughter and a flicker of the video shows a tiny pot on a stove with ramen cooking in it. ]

[ there's a photo of you, satoru, suguru and shoko. you and satoru are looking at each other like lovebirds. suguru is giving the finger to the camera. shoko is laughing with her eyes closed. ]

[ a long video of satoru waking up in a hotel bed. he looks like he just woke up. he blinks at the camera, bleary-eyed and cute with puffy lips and messy hair. ]

"goodmornin'."

[ his morning rasp is strong. ]

"i'm awake... but miss sleepy head and mister sleepy head are not, as you can see..."

[ he zooms in on your face. you're laid at his right, and suguru is laid at his left. ]

"here's the sleeping angel... and here's the sleeping dragon... anyways... WAKEY WAKEYYYYYYYYY!!! IT'S A BRIGHT NEW DAY!!!"

[ suguru's wakeful groan sounds groggy and disturbed by satoru's loud, piercing wake-up call. you scrunch your face as you wake up, seemingly out of a dream. ]

"satoru... what the hell is the matter with you..."

[ it's an ultra close-up shot of your nose as you mumble this. ]

"i was lonely being awake by myself, gosh. you're so mean!"

[ he experiences a voice crack. suguru gives a sleepy, murderous look at his best friend. ]

"satoru... i swear i'm gonna throw that camera into traffic one day."

[ suguru's mumbling into his pillow too softly to be taken seriously. ]

"wanna say that to the camera?"

[ suguru looks grouchy. ]

"i'll kill you."

"WOW... buddy, this is evidence if you ever do kill me... the police will find this footage... 'n put your FLAT ass in jail. aw... y/n fell back asleep look look... aw she's so fucking precious."

[ suguru and satoru admire you for a bit. there rest of the footage is corrupted. ]

[ footage of a breakfast in the same hotel. sunny side eggs are zoomed-in on. and there's only eggs. ]

"we're too broke to buy bacon, isn't that cool?"

[ satoru gets a nice view up his nose as he tilts the camera to himself. then he turns the camera to you, who's sleepily eating this miserable breakfast. ]

"... so we just have eggs to eat... heyyyy hot babe..."

[ satoru flirts with you and you roll your eyes in response, smiling and chewing on your egg, fork in one hand. ]

"wanna hear a joke?"

"mhm."

"if you ever broke up with me, what would you call me?"

"an idiot?"

"your eggs."

[ you groan and stop eating because his pun was so awful, but you've got a big smile on your face and satoru is laughing heartily. ]

[ the video ends with you and satoru leaning in for a big kiss and a sleepy suguru walking into the room, itching his tummy under his shirt. ]

[ there's a clip of you, satoru, suguru and shoko yelling happy new year and watching fireworks explode into blazing, brilliant colors. suguru winks at the camera as you hold it and you giggle flirtatiously back. there's clearly tension between you two that neither satoru nor shoko acknowledge in the moment, because the fireworks distract them. ]

[ there's footage of you, satoru and suguru kissing. it ends with satoru kissing the camera as a joke. ]

[ most of the footage is corrupted after this. in the next video, satoru seems a bit older. ]

[ there's footage of a solo satoru, who's been enlightened and and burdened with being the strongest. he's on a mission alone, keeping the camcorder on as he exorcises a curse. he trots over to the camera. he seems less enthusiastic compared to the other videos. ]

"aaand that's what the strongest looks like while he's at work."

[ satoru looks smug and goofy, but something is off. his features look worn and tired. ]

[ there is already that slightly disingenuous liveliness showing in his demeanor just in this small video; the version of satoru that his students would know as just normal gojo sensei. ]

[ his smile falters as he rambles about y/n and suguru. ]

"i'm gonna give y/n a big kiss when i get home. miss you, angel. haha... why am i talking to a camera all by myself... that's so sad. i'm gonna film myself gettin' that kiss at home, just to prove i'm not some lonely idiot. i have a hot fiancé..."

[ one of the last photos taken on this camera is dated; august 2009. it's of you and satoru sharing a big kiss... neither of you knew it at the time, but it was your last kiss. ]

[ the next piece of footage is from 2018. it's a 28 year old gojo, his features show his maturity and the weathering of all the years he's endured living without you and suguru.]

"i found this camera while cleaning up. if i look 'n sound funny it's 'cuz i've been crying haha......"

"...... i miss you two..... haha... i can't shove the camera in your faces like i used to, now can i?"

[ he awkwardly smiles at the camera but then his face trembles and contorts into an ugly-cry as if he just remembered every single memory of his youth. ]

[ the footage ends with a broken, barely audible "fuck..." falling from the teacher's lips as he starts to cry and drops the camera to the floor. the rest is corrupted footage... just heaving sobs of the man who has no more memories to record with suguru and y/n. ]

I do not permit the copying/reposting/translation/plagiarism of my works. Do not steal what I've worked hard to create.

This is fictional work.

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muirneach · 2 years

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people r always like oh apple phones have such good cameras. then why do i always have such amazing seats at concerts and my photos look like ass EVERY TIME

#this is true of the buffy pics i just posted and of the orville show which i dont think i ever posted #its true for like. literally every show ive seen and took pics of #i usually have pretty good seats!! you wouldnt know it from my photos though!!#its good for like. short range pics its bad for stuff a bit farther away #ive never had an android phone so i can’t speak to that #my tablet is an android and its camera sucks #but its a really cheap + low quality device as is so thats whatever

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 5 months

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Sexting Jack at the studio while you’re in the room with him.

Sexting Studio Sessions

A collab with @harlowcomehome 🤭

Jack was close to finishing his next single, so he invited you to the studio to listen to the demo and get your opinion. Usually when you tagged along, it was just the two of you and was a lot more "intimate". You had lost count of how many times you had been naked in this room. Today it was crowded with producers and other member's of Jack's team, and you were starting to get restless waiting around.

You could tell he was a little frustrated and on edge, feeling the pressure to impress the room, so you decided to have a little fun with him to help him get out of his head.

You excused yourself to quickly go to the bathroom and take a picture up your skirt. It was a stroke of luck that you decided to forgo underwear this morning when you got ready for the day. You giggled to yourself as you sent Jack the pic before leaving the bathroom.

Jack's eyes were on you as soon as you stepped back into the room, following you as you sat back down on the leather couch at the back of the room. Knowing everyone was heads down and focused, you made a point to slightly open your legs wider as you sat down so he could get a peek of the real thing before crossing one leg over the other.

Are you fucking kidding me? Jack mouthed to you as he shifted in his seat uncomfortably, adjusting himself. You laughed to yourself as you saw him start to furiously type on his phone.

"Baby..." you looked down at your phone. "Yes?" you typed back without ever looking away from him.

Angel was trying to get his attention but he was having a heard time focusing on anything but the photo you sent him, his cheeks flushed as he kept glancing down at the screen.

Jack: Don't, I'm trying to work.

Y/N: But you look so sexy today... I love the way those pants hug your dick

Jack's face was beet red as he shoved his phone back into his pocket, letting out a sharp breath as he tried to concentrate on the task in front of him. He groaned as his phone vibrated against his leg, knowing that ignoring you was going to be impossible as his boner pressed agains the zipper of his jeans.

Your breath hitched as you squeezed your thighs together, feeling how turned on and wet you were from your exchange. You stood and walked over to Jack. The room was so engrossed in the music playing over the speakers, no one even noticed you bend down, your lips close enough to graze against his ear as your hand slowly traveled down to his lower back, drawing circles with your nails.

"Stop." Jack gritted out at you between clenched teeth, biting on the inside of his cheek to distract him from how aroused he was. You made sure your voice was low enough so only he could hear.

“I want you so bad”, you whispered, your tongue flicking against his earlobe, sending shivers down his spine.

Jack's fingers were already interlaced with yours, ready to take you to the bathroom when Nemo stopped him. "Jack, we need you in the booth to re-record the second verse. Sound quality sucks." He squeezed your hand tightly, letting you know he wasn't finished with you.

Jack let out a sharp breath as he walked into the booth and slipped the headphones on, waiting for the instrumental to start playing. "What's going on?", he asked as his leg jiggled, growing impatient. Angel's voice came over the intercom. "One sec. Technical difficulties." He pulled his phone out to distract himself, noticing one notification from you. He preemptively adjusted himself to try to conceal his erection, knowing you were up to no good.

Y/N: It’s such a shame that we couldn’t escape for a few minutes, the things I want to do to you are unimaginable. I’m salivating just thinking of your dick, dripping with pre cum.

"I need 15. Figure this shit out." Jack's core contracted, taking his breath away, as he threw the headphones down, walking past Nemo before he could even get a word out to stop him. He glanced over at the couch on his way to the bathroom, noticing your spot was empty.

As soon as Jack laid eyes on you as the bathroom door opened, you were in his arms, quickly pinned against the door with his pelvis, his chest pressed into yours. "Are you proud of yourself?", his nose grazed against yours as he pressed a quick kiss to your lips. "Getting me this hard in public?" You smiled into a second kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Just a little bit."

He pressed a knee between your thighs, forcing you to straddle him. His hands were at your hips, grabbing at the hem of your skirt, bunching it up against your waist. "Need you to be quiet, baby. Don't need everyone to know how good I'm fuckin' you." Jack grinned, knowing that the bathroom was the only room in the building that wasn't soundproofed. "You're so needy."

With his help, you rocked your hips back and forth, grinding your clit against the rough denim, building your orgasm off pure friction. Quiet moans left your lips as Jack latched onto your neck, gently sucking against your skin as you felt your core tighten. Jack could feel the wet spot building on his jeans, knowing you were close to cumming.

Looking down, you palmed Jack's erection, beginning to rub him over his pants. Jack groaned out, pressing his forehead against your chest, as you unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock, stroking his length, feeling him come undone in your hand. "Who's the needy one now, baby?"

"Turn around", Jack growled, his eyes darkening, pupils blown with lust. You complied, biting at your bottom lip as Jack roughly grabbed at your ass, running his fingers through your wet folds. "Fuck, Jack." You gasped as he lined himself up at your entrance, slowly pushing himself into your pussy, feeling how tightly your walls hugged him until he had bottomed out. "That feel good, baby?" You could only nod, left breathless from his impressive size. You press your hips into him, determined to feel every inch.

With each thrust, Jack was stroking against your g-spot, pushing up into you as you moved your hand down your front to draw circles around your sensitive bud, feeling every muscle in your body begin to tense up. "I'm so close baby, I'm so close", Jack groaned as he felt you clench down around his dick. "I know baby."

With one arm, Jack pulled you back against his chest, changing the angle of his hips, and each thrust almost had you crying from pleasure. "Jack, fuck, please", you whined out, your voice vibrating through you. Tears brimmed in your lashes as he set a furious pace, your orgasm quickly crashing over you. Sounds of Jack's pants filled the room as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm, wave after wave of pleasure continuing to wash over you.

Jack's hips began to stagger as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, cursing under his breath as he comes inside of you, pushing himself impossibly deep.

He lays kisses on your neck as you both come down from your highs, chests heaving in unison with each breath. "Its taking everything in me not to take you home right now." He mumbles against your skin, and you grin, turning in his hold. You lay a few gentle kisses on his lips, caressing the curls at the back of his neck. You take a quick second to make your self presentable before the two of you walk out.

"Wait", Jack stops at your request, watching you grab your phone out of your purse. You take a quick picture under your skirt again, Jack's cum still leaking out of you, dripping down your thigh. You send it off, Jack's phone vibrating in his pocket.

"Incentive for you to get this song done quickly."

#jack harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jackharlow #jackman harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow fanfic

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sleepyhutcherson · 2 months

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can you write a fic where mike is jerking off to a pic of reader because she’s on vacation or a family trip?

please.

pairing: mike schmidt x gn!reader

contains: nsfw, minors dni, m!masturbation, sub!mike. let me know if i forgot anything else!

a/n: eee thank you for your request (๑>◡<๑) hopefully this isn’t too boring lmao hope you enjoy <3 !!

mike becomes so desperate when you’re gone—you’ve only been gone for four days and you wouldn’t be returning from your holiday with your parents for another three days which wasn’t long…but it was too long for mike. he’s used to having you around all day but now the house is extra quiet without you and he hates it.

you call him everyday, you text him whenever you can and mike appreciates it, he feels less alone when he’s talking or texting you. albeit, there’s a familiar melancholy feeling that washes over him the moment he hangs up with you, your goodbyes only reminding him you’re not there with him. he misses you terribly, it’s almost so pathetic how much he misses you. he misses your voice already, your laughter, your smile that he cherishes so much, your lips, your skin…the way he would have access to it, running his digits against your soft skin whenever he craved your touch. god, he missed you so, so much. he missed the sounds you would make whenever he was burying his cock inside of you, the way you would praise him for doing such a good job fucking you, the sight of you bouncing on his cock while he whined and begged for you to let him cum.

a whine falls from his lips once he’s brought back to reality, the living room’s empty and it’s almost dark out, his cock twitching in his boxers. he needs you now - fuck, he needs you so bad. a sob escapes from him… it’s such a pathetic sound it only makes him more desperate for you. he thinks about calling you, he needs your attention, but he isn’t sure you’ll be able to help him with his little problem—what if you’re with your parents? he can’t risk that. instead, he scrolls through your messages, back to that photo you sent of yourself a few days ago. it was a low quality photo, one that shouldn’t have brought him the pleasure it did, but you just looked so beautiful.

he fiddles with his belt, struggling with one hand. once he finally manages, he unbuttons his jeans pulling them down along with his boxers, letting them fall down to his ankles. he positions his phone in front of him where he can get a good look at you. he starts stroking his cock, pre cum dripping from the tip… he’s lucky he has the house to himself considering how loud he starts to get. he whines, begging for you… “please, please, please,” he begs, his cock throbbing in his hand as he’s stroking it. he stares at the photo of you, eyes brimming with tears at the overstimulation. he quickens his strokes, his cock desperately wanting to release. “mm’so good. please, please let me come.” he whines, bucking into his fist. the thought of you denying his release only made him harder.

his eyes were hazy, daring to shut but he so desperately wanted to continue to stare at how fucking hot you looked in that photo. more whines escaped from his mouth, crying out your name, begging for you to let him come. “i’ll… i’ll be so good for you just - fuck - please let me come,” he cried out, picking up the pace. lewd sounds of his hand pumping his cock and his whimpering sounds filled the home, he wondered if the neighbours could hear him. god, he wished you could hear him. hear how much he needed you—how eager and hungry he was for you, for your touch; for all of you.

he was close. he continued to stroke himself, the thought of your pretty hands around his cock only bring him closer to his release. “m’so close, baby. please let me come.” he sobs and like that he threw his head back, a loud final groan slipping from his lips as he bucked into his hand one last time before finishing, his come coating him. he panted heavily trying to catch his breath—he was a complete mess now. his hair sweaty, sticking to his forehead, cheeks flushed, his hand covered in come. if only you could’ve seen him like this.

#mike schimdt x reader #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt angst #mike schmidt smut #josh hutcherson x reader #mike schmidt fluff #mike schmidt comfort #josh hutcherson fanfic #josh hutcherson fluff #josh hutcherson smut #josh hutcherson #five nights at freddy's #fnaf

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mintymarabell · 4 months

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Yautja penpal drabble

Imagine already living on yautja prime, just living a normal life when one day you decide to get a penpal out of boredom and the wanting of a new friend.

You had always remembered back on earth your friend had a penpal who was in prison, they had sent letters to each other whenever they could. You hadn’t known if it was possible but with a visit to a far off yautja prison, one that had usually held bad bloods you found out you could.

The guard gave you a weird look for wanting to communicate with a bad blood as it was frowned upon in the community but hadn’t thought much of it as you were a naive human and had just given you a random inmate number for when you did mail the letter to the prison.

It had took a week before you got a letter back, maybe the yautja who was writing back in horrible English was a bad blood who had killed an important political figure; was notorious for his horrible deeds and high standing in the bad blood society but had finally been caught and knocked of his high horse.

Maybe yall would talk for a while, getting to know each other and maybe he does find some sort of fondness for you though you could never tell because emotions can’t be read from a letter. Cant tell of his growing obsession over you, the few Polaroid photos you had sent always close to him.

Maybe one day he’ll escape, a whole bunch of his henchman had came to get him; he’ll shrug them off as he shoved all your letters towards one of them with a “don’t damage them” before making his way toward your small apartment.

He had known where you lived the moment he had grown an attachment, one of his goons finding your place with his demand.

He hasn’t approved of the low quality lock or the environment of the complex but he didn’t fret over it as he’d give you something better.

It was dark so he knew you were asleep, his step were quiet and calculated as he stepped into the apartment. He had crept to the bedroom, slowly opening the door to see you in bed asleep as he had guessed.

He had stood over your bed for quite a while, watching you as your chest rose and fell. When you finally opened your eyes, feeling the pressure of a stare you screamed when you seen him.

He had expected it, after all you had no idea what he looked like. Instead he only grabbed you gently by the wrist, pulling you up and hauling you over his shoulder.

He ignored your kicking and thrashing as he carried you out and towards his ship that waited outside.

Maybe a penpal was a bad idea.?

Now someone please write a fanfic about this. <3

#yautja #elder yautja #monster #yautja x reader #monster boyfriend #so cute #yautja boyfriend #old man yautja #yautja stuff #yautja yes #drabble #small drabble

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jamminvroomvroom · 7 months

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4 with lando :)))

flashing lights - kanye west (respect the art not the artist!)

LN4 x reader

tysm for the request xoxo!! finally continuing my requests (sorry it took ages whoops) flipped my list and went from the bottom for this bc otherwise we were gonna have some repeats lol

images below from pinterest - i claim no ownership 🙃

warnings: none! some swearing, some fluff, lando being a funny little camera shy pr machine - but fr minors pls just dni with my work okay tysm!!!

lando was frantically pacing your apartment when you walked in, eyes wild, as if he hadn’t slept, and hair an absolute disheveled state. his usually sun-kissed skin seemed to get even paler when he heard the door shut behind you, coming to a halt in your kitchen and staring at you as though he’d seen a ghost.

“lando?” you questioned, confused as to, a) why he was here so early, and b) why he looked like he was about to confess that he had killed your entire bloodline.

“baby, i’m so sorry.” your blood ran cold. what had he done? he closed the space between you, tentatively taking your hands.

“lando… what’s going on?” you tilted your head, starting to sweat in your oversized leather jacket. you’d just been out running errands, picking up bits for the dinner you were supposed to be sharing with the mclaren driver, much later in the day.

“i didn’t think anyone had seen us but then i had my assistant, the entire pr department and my mother phoning me, and then max called and said that him and pietra wanted to see if we were okay, before i could call anyone else back which confused the fuck outta me, so i finally checked twitter and there it was and i just got in the car and came here but god, i’m so sorry.” lando finally exhaled, looking like he was about to pass out, with creases so deep on his forehead that you thought they’d stay there permanently.

“okay, lando? sweetheart? yeah, okay i’m gonna need a bit more info.” you over enunciated each word, stressing that you were still in the absolute dark about whatever was on the verge of sending him into cardiac arrest.

“there’s photos. of us. kissing.” he finally said, quietly, and after a good ten seconds of staring at you in utter fear.

“fucking hell, i thought something terrible had happened. jesus christ, lando.” you exhaled, eyes wide. he stared at you like you’d grown a second head, stepping forward to mockingly rest his hand against your forehead as if he was checking your temperature.

“are you… are you… okay?” lando asked, eyebrow quirked. he was shocked at how calm you were.

you’d both agreed to keep your relationship private, and over the last five months, that had gone swimmingly well. but some low quality photos taken, as you waited for some friends outside a restaurant in the outskirts of london, had fucking launched the cat out of the bag.

“how bad are the pictures? are we naked or something?” you scoffed at him and now lando was truly confused.

“no, but- but i thought we were gonna keep this quiet.” he murmured.

“i know, baby, but okay, it’s out. is that really so bad? it was bound to happen eventually.” you reasoned, and lando finally saw your point.

“i just want to protect you, from all of the lights and the flashing cameras. love you too much to lose you to those vultures.” lando dipped his forehead against yours as he spoke, eyes locked on yours. you couldn’t help but smile at him, the loveliest man you could have wished for.

“oh, my sweet, sweet boy,” you crooned, pecking his lips. “you know i love to show off.” he laughed at that, a low rumbling in his chest.

you pulled away, stepping around him and walking further into your apartment, dropping all of your stuff down in your kitchen.

“anyways, i already saw the pictures. we look hot.” you ignored his incredulous ‘what?’, waving him off. “now, come here and help me make dinner.”

#lavenderlando #lando norris #lando norris blurb #lando norris drabble #lando norris fic #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #blurbs #drabble #blurb #lando norris fluff #lando norris fics #f1 fics #f1 fic #request #ask #writing things #f1 fluff #jas’s spotify blurbs

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cryptomiracle · 1 month

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more creepypasta headcanons

(+ marble hornets)

WARNINGS:

Ooc? Idk

I started this at 2 am and you can tell

Cursing

I write on my phone so the format may be a little weird

Any brands, games, or characters mentioned in this do NOT belong to me, nor am I sponsored by them in any way.

This is very unserious, I've noticed that a lot of my other hcs usually take a "dark" turn and so I decided to make some that didn't.

You could even say they're a bit... silly.

You should totally check out my masterlist for more hcs (it's pinned)

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Characters: masky, hoodie, ticci toby, jeff the killer, and BEN DROWNED.

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Jeff:

he's extremely hard headed, he WILL argue/fight with someone over the dumbest things and he'll never stop arguing, even if he knows the other person is right.

He has an "emo accent"

He likes to start drama between people, and then leave the crime scene.

He is so ashy you could strike a match off of his elbow

He's been wearing the same beat up converse since 2012, them things are being held together by duct tape and a prayer.

His favorite animal is a raccoon, he says they're sneaky and nocturnal like him.

He refuses to get a new phone, he won't even steal one.

He curses all the time just cause he can, sometimes he'll even jumble random curse words together.

BEN:

He listens to vocaloid and he doesn't play about miku

He runs one of those "rage bait" accounts that are painfully obviously bait

Still quotes old memes and refuses to let them die

Example: yeet, t-posing, and "sanic the hedgehog"

He scams old people on Facebook and e-daters, he doesn't feel bad about it either.

He uses the money he gets from scamming to buy v-bucks and overwatch coins

He once doxxed someone for dissing miku

slender had to take away his mic privileges because he was keeping everyone up at night by yelling bloody murder at people on fortnite/overwatch

once showed up at someones house because they emoted on him after killing him in game

Toby:

He vapes, and thinks he's so cool cause he can do "vape tricks" and he makes people watch him while he does them

Someone once gave him apple cider, told him it was alcohol, and he pretended to be drunk.

His phone gallery is filled with random photos, like there'll be a low quality picture of a tree and then right beside it a picture of a ceiling. Just random stuff

Mint chocolate chip ice cream enjoyer

He's really flexible, although he has bad posture he can do back bends, the splits, etc

more on his terrible posture; when he sits he literally looks like this: ) )

When he first started working for slenderman, he REFUSED to live in the manor and lived outside. While he lived outside he became friends with a lot of the wildlife, slender eventually made him move into the manor because there was a rumor that toby was going to make a "possum army" and try to overthrow slender

He will fight anyone and anything he really doesn't care about his, or their well-being.

Had a "weeb" phase when he was in middle school and he still has nightmares about "naruto running" away from his bullies.

Hoodie:

He can make a killer sandwich (lol) he's not the best at cooking other things, but if you get him to make you a sandwich, he'll bless your taste buds.

He loves karaoke, he can't sing for shit but he still does it anyway

He acts like a millennial (I'm sorry) not to the point where it's completely unbearable, but he will send people "relatable memes" every now and then

He enjoys online arguments, he'll never participate but he will scroll through different threads of people arguing for hours on end

He likes for people to say stuff like "GO WHITE BOY GO" to him

He blushes when he lies, he's a scarily good liar but if you ever want to catch him in a lie, point out the fact that his cheeks are red.

Whenever he has a drink with a straw, he holds the straw in-between his tooth gap.

he sends streaks.

Masky:

He has a NASTYYY side eye, and sometimes he'll scrunch up his nose while side eyeing someone just to make it sting even more

Contemplated getting a mullet once, he never went through with it though.

He coughs like someone's grandfather who smoked three packs of cigarettes a day for 40 years

If someone says a word that reminds him lf a song he likes, it'll automatically get stuck in his head and he'll hum it all day after that.

he isn't weak when it comes to stinky smells, but if it's stinky enough to make him gag he's extremely overdramatic.

he learned how to sew because of how much he ripped his jeans, shirts, etc.

Sleeps so hard sometimes people think he's dead, he'll just be laying there looking casket ready but everyone is too scared to check on him cause he gets super grumpy when woken up.

he always keeps a little money hidden somewhere, even if it's just a 5 dollar bill.

he's superstitious, if he sees you attempt to walk under a ladder he will physically drag you back and make you walk around it.

he has a pair of brass knuckles which he only saves for "special occasions" they're his favorite things ever, he even named them.

he only uses his phone to call, text, or search something up, and that's it.

he doesn't even have YouTube installed.

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I will be reading over this to check for any errors, ty for reading - M

#creepypasta #headcanon #creepypasta headcanon #jeff the killer #ticci toby #marble hornets #brian thomas #hoodie headcanons #jeff the killer headcanons #ticci toby headcanons #masky headcanons #masky marble hornets #hoodie marble hornets #ben drowned #ben drowned headcanons #tim wright

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thoughts on this choi san?

(quality is low but)

quality may be low but that's the highest quality ultra 4k hd man ever to exist on this earth and i'm so down for him-

and in this fit?? biker san??? i've got cute little collection too hehe

you wanna know my thoughts? biker san, bad boy of the neighbourhood who comes across you by chance when you're out with your camera, trying to capture a photo of the landscape in the golden hour for a little competition- nothing fancy, you just finally managed to gather the guts and enter a competition with this new skill/hobby.

you can't seem to get the perfect shot. like everything is perfect- the sun looks absolutely breathtaking with the pastel hues of the sky, the saturation is perfect, the main road is mostly empty- lack of traffic which might be what's making this shot look empty. the road is reflecting the sunlight beautifully too, but you just need a little something-

you were so focused on changing the settings of your camera and sulking that you almost didn't hear the sound of the heavy bike rolling behind you until it came to a pause and you realised it wasn't bg noise. you weren't sure what you were expecting but this was not it- the flashy jacket and helmet threw you off.

"looks like you're having a little trouble," the man said as he took off his helmet and you internally wowed when he stopped ruffling his hair and finally looked at you- all sharp angles and perfectly sculpted that softened into something sweet when he smiled a little. "couldn't help but find your sulking cute when i stopped by the signal."

"oh," you finally exhaled, not realising you had been almost holding your breath. "yeah, um... yeah," you looked at the camera and then back at him, finding him grinning at you and you felt flustered- he must be finding your inability to form a proper sentence quite funny. you straightened, "i'm just trying to take a shot of the golden hour but it looks empty."

"i see," he looked in the direction you pointed. "i don't know much about photography, but is there any way i can help? i could take you to a better location if that's what you want."

"that's a kind offer... but i'm not sure i would want to get on a bike with a stranger," you politely declined.

"of course," he nodded, understanding.

"but..." you scratched your chin. "there's another way you could help. do you mind being a model for my shot? i'd like to capture your silhouette- it would look perfect."

he raised his brows, wondering if there was a compliment hidden somewhere there. "uh... i haven't tried that but i think i could pose with your help?"

"yes, thank you," you sighed in relief and he finally relaxed. you asked him to just stand in the middle of the road when he's sure it's safe and there's no traffic, and to simply look in the distance. take off his helmet. play with the bike. surprisingly, he was quite good at it and you wondered if this was a flirting tactic in his book.

but you soon got your answer- when you showed him his photos and he reacted with surprise, you knew then that it was his first time actually posing with the bike. "it's definitely you, it can't be me."

"i only clicked a photo, you were the one who made it pretty," you told him for the umpteenth time, cheeks hurting from smiling and laughing as you scrolled through the photos and chose the best shot. you told him about your competition entry just now and he got all anxious, saying if you had told him earlier he would have tried better but you insisted he did a great job anyway.

"tell you what- if i win this, even 2nd or 3rd prize... i'll treat you to dinner."

"on one condition," he smiled.

"what?"

"if you like me by the end of the dinner enough to trust me a little, let me drop you home on my bike."

you considered him. was it something he was used to offering people?

"i get to be your first model, and you get to be the first passenger," he told you. you found yourself smiling at that and you nodded slowly, both of you caught in a trance as you stared at each other, lost in trying to process a gazillion thoughts in your heads. you finally broke the silence and asked for his contact number.

"your name?"

"choi san."

suddenly, you're frozen in your spot and you manage a weak smile, praying he didn't detect that little pause. because there's no way he's the choi san. the 'bad boy' you've heard so much about from your friends-- just what had the told you? something about him being a biker, yes, and then?? you can't seem to recall and you internally curse yourself for tuning them out whenever they ranted about boys. you wished you had actually paid attention, but all you know is that he's not supposed to be good news.

but here he is, with his innocent smile and curious eyes. is this a facade? a trap? you can't tell, because you genuinely don't recall what you've heard about him. you've def seen him ride his bike around- it was odd how many people rode bikes here, you thought when you moved to the neighbourhood a few months ago. if he's the playboy they say he is, you'll have to tread cautiously.

"thank you again," you grinned at him, the suspicion in his eyes disappearing. "i'll text you when they announce the winners."

"you did a great job," he patted your shoulder. "if you don't win, i'm treating you anyway."

you laughed at that- a genuine laugh. "offer accepted."

you might regret that phrase. in the week that followed, you got closer through texts and you learn more about who he is (with you). and then on the day they announce the winners, before you text san, you finally call your friend and ask him about the infamous biker so when you sit before him, you know who you're facing.

but learning that he's a notorious playboy who's way too messy to get tangled with doesn't stop you from having a good time at the dinner you treat him to. and when you get on the bike with him, you think it's the most thrilling moment of your life as he races through the streets and alleys. so thrilling that you ask him to take the longer route and he obeys, showing you how the river looks at night- a blur of colourful lights being reflected on the surface, something you'd like to take a shot of. you tell him that when you make him drop you outside your block.

"can i take you there then, when you decide to go?" he asks. "as an assistant this time?"

your smile is his answer.

[bonus]

#badboybiker!san x photographer!reader #i might make this a full oneshot who knows?#i've been thinking about this san for a while now tbh #there you go hehetmonne thanks for triggering me to write this little blurb hehe #choi san #choi san x reader #san x reader #san scenarios #san imagines #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #yumi.asks

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