#863 au

[blazeismyname]

Soo. Per the course of Blaze. I forgot to follow through on my promise when I said I would.

Nut here it is

Started when I was staring in a mirror once before a shower and acting like Nelson if he was really like, preppy.

Rest under the cut because this will be long and WAYY too much slay (also like vague spoilers...)

Slaytec Origins:

The first piece of lore I ever created for this was: Yassified version of Nelson named Nicole and he says "You know how many people I've killed honey? Yeah, yeah, thought so.. So why don't you be a doll and kill yourself and make this 10 times more easier so I can go back to looking at pintrest aesthetic boards"

Characters (that I have so far):

Nelson: Nicole

Wesley/Wes: Wheatley/Wheat

Deborah/Deb: Daniella/Dan

Benjamin: Bently/Ben

Scott: Scar

Autumn: Spring

Matthias: Martin

Samantha: Sarah

Woodland/Woods: Grassland/Grass

Bailey: Bayleaf

Jasper: Rose Quartz

Xander: Xander

Personalities (that I have so far):

Nicole: Cofounded the company with Wheatley because they thought it’d be so slay aesthetic. Likes: Pinterest and Tumblr  Dislikes: Working

Wheatley: Cofounded the company with Nicole and actually somewhat cares about the work they’re doing. Likes: Pinterest, Tumblr, and Daniella Dislikes: Cringe culture

Daniella: Small frail woman who can’t do shit. Crushing hard over Wheatley  Likes: Looking at couple’s Pinterest boards with Wheatley Dislikes: Nicole, yas, Slaytec, slay

Bentley: Resident homosexual. Basically the Tim Stoker of Slaytec Likes: Men, women, being fruity  Dislikes: Nicole

Scar: Big and buff. Not shy and not afraid to speak up. Pretty much the only one left who does work. Likes: Gains, speaking up for himself and others Dislikes: Nicole

Spring: Wanna be yass queen Slaytec employee but can’t be slay for the life of her.  Likes: Nicole, slaying, yass Dislikes: Project 114209-25119

Martin, Sarah, and Grass: A bunch of clickbait Trend Riding Twitch streamers living in the Spellbound House Like as a collective: Trends, Twitch, clickbait, streaming, the live chat Dislike as a collective: Barbie Jeeps, yas, Pinterest, Tumblr, slay, Slaytec, Nicole

Bayleaf: The stand-in for Martin, Sarah, and Grass’s live chat Likes: Just being there, violence Dislikes: Yas, Pinterest, Tumblr, slay, Slaytec, Nicole

Rose Quartz: Shy little pookie bear who actively gives away every position of power he’s ever landed in Likes: Yas, sparkles, Pinterest, Tumblr, slay Dislikes: Power

Xander: Xander was already slay. They are the EXACT same

Extra:

Project 863: Project 114209-25119 (There's a meaning. Decipher it or whatever)

The Mercury Mountaineer: Barbie Jeeps

Nicole killed Wheatley saying "There's not enough yas for the two of us"

Nicole has the longest most annoying red nails and literally can't do shit with them

Scar was the one to create Project 114209-25119

BONUS FROM ME AND MY FRIEND'S COVOS ABOUT THIS:

"Nicole?" "OMG WHEATLEY- You know I'm looking at my pintrest boards!" "I was too but Scar said we have a problem"

They spend more time Pinterest-ing then doing science

"You had Jane? Well I have matches" (Nicole talking to Elias Bouchard)

Ben would 100% dress like Tim

Nicole (yassified Nelson) sitting there with his long red nails loudly typing into his phone keyboard looking for a Pinterest board while annoyingly chewing gum with his mouth open, feet propped on the desk, the sparkles around him shining bright enough to blind (edited)

[ran-generationloss]

do not trust it

-D

What?

Okay who are you and WHATS GOING ON?????

[sp1ral-cr3ature-idk]

I really want to reread the htfasj au comic from the beginning but knowing how I reacted when the project 863 yt series ended it probably wouldn't be a good idea (not yet at least)

[banana-pancake5]

Bonk!

Oh come on guys she’s trying to work!

(Idk if this counts as a comic but I’m saying it is)

[hoybero]

i keep doodling (my versions of) nelson syphus and benjamin cobalt as dracula and renfield loll. maybe some day ill write it

[moonstruckme]

hi i love your blog! could you write poly!marauders where james is away on a business trip and everyone is moping because they miss him

Hi, I love you! Thanks for requesting :)

modern au

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 863 words

You feel a bit guilty resting your head on Sirius' shoulder while longing for another. But you reason that it’s not so bad if the one you’re longing for is Sirius’ boyfriend, too. And you like to think that if it were James’ warm, cushiony shoulder you were leaning against, you’d be missing Sirius instead. 

“How was everyone’s day?” you ask. 

Remus turns to give you a peculiar look. “It was fine. We talked about this already, didn’t we?” 

“Yeah,” you sigh. “I just feel like we’re not usually so quiet during the commercial breaks.” 

“Well, our yapper’s gone,” Sirius says sulkily. 

“James does usually start the conversation,” admits Remus. “But we don’t need him to talk, yeah?” 

“Right.” You nod, sitting up with what you hope looks like conviction. “Sirius, you can yap just as well as James can.” 

“Yeah, but I need him to get me going.” Your boyfriend sighs heavily. “He’d probably ask something like ‘If we were all in a circus, what would our roles be?’ and I can’t come up with shit like that.”

“No, that’s great!” You try to sound peppy. “Um, okay. Sirius would probably be a trapeze artist, right?” 

Remus nods. “And I could see you being a tightrope walker.” 

You both look to Sirius for his analysis, but he looks unimpressed. Still, he plays along. “Rem would be one of those blokes who eat fire, likely.” 

“Yeah,” you laugh. 

See, you can have fun! This is fun, right? But then your film comes back on, and you all lapse into silence again. 

“James would’ve never let us watch this,” you say after a few minutes. “He’d have made us pick a comedy or something.” 

“And he would’ve been right,” Sirius agrees. “This is fucking bleak.” 

“It’s not so bad,” Remus says, making you and Sirius exchange a look. For as much as James loves Remus, he’s most often the victim of his film vetoes. Remus’ taste is bleak. 

It’s another few minutes before an actress on-screen says a line, and Remus clears his throat awkwardly. 

“That’s what she said.” 

You and Sirius look at him with a mixture of befuddlement and alarm. 

“What?” He shifts in his seat. “I’m trying to fill a gap.” 

Sirius appears scandalized. “James’ jokes are far more advanced than that.” 

“He said ‘that’s what she said’ just last week.” 

“Yes, but in a completely different context!” 

“We could call him,” you point out. 

Remus’ expression creases longingly. “No, he’s been in meetings all day. I’m sure he’ll want to rest.” 

But Sirius clicks the speaker button on his phone, letting the dial tone play aloud. Remus looks almost relieved. 

James picks up on the third ring. “Hello?” 

“Hi,” you all say loudly, voices each trying to be heard over the others. 

“We need you to come home,” Sirius whines. 

“What?” James sounds closer to the speaker now, like he’s holding the phone tight to his face. “Is everything okay?” 

“Don’t say that,” Remus hisses at Sirius. “Everything’s fine, Jamie.” 

“We just miss you,” you clarify. 

“Oh.” The relief is obvious in your boyfriend’s voice, and you notice your other two boyfriends smiling fondly at the sound of it. You think your own expression probably looks just about as humiliatingly smitten. “Awe. I miss you guys, too. Like crazy, you have no idea.” 

“I think we have some.” Sirius raises a brow at the phone. “Rem just tried to make a ‘that’s what she said’ joke.” 

A sharp cough crackles through the speaker. “Did he? How did it go?” 

“Poorly.” 

“Ah, well.” You can practically feel the warmth of James’ smile from hundreds of miles away. “Don’t worry, love. We’ll work on it when I get back.” 

“I’d rather not do it again, actually,” Remus grumbles. 

“How was your day?” You lean on Sirius’ shoulder again, getting close to the phone like James is contained within it. 

“Boring,” he says emphatically. “I got told off by some old woman for tapping my pen on my pad too loudly while someone was giving a presentation. The hotel they’ve put us up in isn’t bad, though. Free breakfast in the morning to get us energized for another day or torment.” 

“Ooh, could you see if they have those little blueberry muffins?” Sirius asks. “And if they do, wrap me up a few to bring home with you.”

“Sirius,” Remus chides. 

“I’ll check,” James agrees easily. “Rem, do you want some chocolate ones if they have those?” 

If James could see the way your boyfriend flushes pink, he’d be grinning ear to ear. “Yes, please,” Remus replies. 

“Brilliant. And for you, lovie?” 

“I’ll just mooch off of Sirius’ blueberry ones.” You snicker when Sirius gasps, sneaking a hand around your waist to pinch at your middle. 

“Oh, perfect,” says James. “I’ll make sure to grab a few less, then, so you can really fight over them.”

“Prick,” Sirius accuses. 

“Love you, too. So, how was everyone else’s day?” 

You catch yourself smiling a second before seeing a similarly contented expression reflected on Sirius’ face. Remus moves from his armchair to the couch, and you all lean into the phone as you tell him. 

[wasteddmoondust]

teacher || james potter

pairing: james potter x reader 863 words, preschool teacher au, james is a single dad (not for long...?), kindergarten teacher!reader, gender neutral reader, harry is her student so you know how it goes a/n: sorry this took months i have been in the slumpiest slump ever. hope you enjoy :,) I'm not too sure about how preschools fair in other countries but this is mostly based on my own experiences!

"Mr Potter! Lovely to see you today."

James walks into your classroom, and it's humourous to see you seated in a chair and table meant for six-year-olds.

He smiles at you and waves. Unfortunately, you're swooning on the inside.

Yes, it's unprofessional to have a crush on a parent, let alone the parent of one of your beloved students. Very unprofessional, actually. But you can't help but be enamoured by his looks. He looks exactly like his son, Harry. Messy hair and gold-rimmed glasses.

Or maybe he's just one of the only few parents who are the same age as you. And it doesn't help when you know he's a single father and always strikes a conversation with you whenever he has the chance to. In your head, maybe it wouldn't hurt to make a move.

"Of course, I'm happy to be here today, though it's the last time," he says as he sits down in an identical tiny chair.

You know you have to push these thoughts aside, because this was the last parent-teacher meeting for your kindergarteners who will be graduating in a few weeks. No matter your feelings, your job was to tell parents how their child has faired so far in their education.

You take a deep breath and fix your hair. "Okay, let's get started."

You adore Harry, a joy to have in your class. He is very friendly and communicates very well with his peers and teachers. He actively participates in class. He is developing well in the different aspects. You explain everything in layman's terms so he can understand, and he nods along, listening.

"Needless to say, Harry's definitely ready for primary school. If you'd like, it would be great if you continued his learning at home as well, before he officially starts school." you finish, nodding at James. You unconsciously bite the inside of your cheek, knowing that it won't be long until you'll never see this man again.

"That's great," he says, looking up from Harry's portfolio from over the year. "Harry really appreciates you as a teacher, you know? He always loves coming to school."

You smile at that, it warms your heart. "I'm glad to hear that. I'll definitely miss him when he graduates."

There's an awkward silence between the both of you, not particularly knowing what to say. You both nod and look down. You know it's the end.

"Well..." you start. "If you don't have any more questions, that will be it. Thank you so much for joining us on this journey, Mr Potter."

"I do have- um- a question?" he says abruptly. He suddenly seems more fidgety and nervous, gripping the binder of Harry's portfolio.

"Um..." he scratches his head. You look at him expectantly. "I appreciate you as Harry's teacher, of course. He always says that you're very nice and pretty... I also think you're very nice and pretty..."

You nod along, trying to keep your cool by controlling your facial expressions.

He continues, his shoulders slowly rising in a shrug. "So if you'd let me, we can meet outside of school for once," he spits it out quickly like he's ripping a band-aid off.

Blinking slowly, you process what just happened. "Did you just ask me out?" you ask, eyes wide.

His eyes dart to the side and then back at you. "Yes," he says.

"Mr Potter-" you start.

"Please, you can call me James-"

"Your son is my student."

"He won't be by next week."

"It will be very unprofessional of me-"

"I don't hear a no, though..."

And you're both in silence again. You sigh and bring a hand to your face, resting your chin on your palm as you look away from him. You try to think of your next move.

Aside from all of the consequences that may occur, this is a golden opportunity. Your teacher life always gets so hectic and you barely have time to go out and meet people. If you miss this chance you may never get to have one like it again.

You bite your lip and accept whatever fate may come.

You speak in a hushed voice, willing that no one hears this conversation. "Fine, yes. I'll give you a chance. But if anything goes wrong, my priority is my job and yours is Harry. Got it?"

James let out a breath that almost sounded like a laugh. He looks up at you with sparkling eyes. "Yes, okay. I will-"

He's cut off by a knock at your door. Your colleague opens it and her head pokes into your classroom. "Hi, sorry to interrupt, but the next parent is waiting outside," she says. You nod at her and she leaves. You stand up, and James does too.

"Well, this is... unofficially goodbye, Mr Potter. It really has been a pleasure teaching Harry," you say, stretching your hand out for a shake. He takes it, and his hand is warm.

You mutter quickly to him, "My contact is in the binder."

He grins at you, childlike, and you watch him leave your classroom with a wave. You wave back, smiling.

You sincerely hope you won't regret this decision.

a/n: RRRAAHHH i really hope to make this a mini series of some kind because i have the softest spot for kids and i start being a real teacher in a month! asks are open if you have any thoughts <3 thanks for reading!

[ihrtsevyn]

HOW TO GET THE GIRL: A LOVERS GUIDE

˚꒰🎀⤾ EVENT SUMMARY your longtime crush, nishimura riki suddenly comes to you after one of your club meetings asking, pleading, for you to set him up with your best friend, jiwoo. the devil on your shoulder is telling you to sabotage this possible romantic relationship, while the angel is telling you to be happy for your guy obsessed best friend, even if she'll dispose of him next week. *slow updates*

˚꒰🧸⤾ PAIRING basketball player!nishimura riki x fem!reader

˚꒰🦢⤾ GENRE smau + writing, unrequited love, non-idol au, highschool au, sports au, classmates to friends to lovers, popular/nerd trope, fluff, angst, crackfic

˚꒰🍡⤾ FEAUTURING enhypen, stayc, nmixx, + other idols

˚꒰🕯️⤾ STATUS ongoing . . .

˚꒰🍰⤾ STARTED MARCH 18th, 2024

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001. tutoring who? (1k)

002. me when i lie.

003. so embarrassing... (722)

004. we should kill him, right?

005. incoming facetime from my lilypad🪷 and hoshi reincarnated🐯 (863)

006. niki is an idiot.

007. chat, am i cooked?

008. making progress... (726) + updated

009. about jiwoo. (1.6k)

010. mental breakdown #90210

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more chapters soon !!

a/n: please, ignore the dates on the tweets, lol. it's big gaps inbetween them but i will reference in the chapters what day and time it is if needed. 🫂 please, continue to support me on my love story of riki nishimura <3

[strawberries-and-summer-days]

NICE TO OFFICIALLY MEET YOU ‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅

| percy jackson x popstar au

| au masterlist ☽

warnings: swearing and i think thats just about it!

a/n: writers block hit so hard guys its not even funny apt. anyway hope you enjoy pt 3!! im also using show! clarisse as my description

"LIA!!!!" you screech when you storm into the apartment. when she doesn't reply you get even more pissed. who the hell wakes someone up at 2 am tell them they desperately need to come over to their house now because its an emergency and then proceed to lock them out in the cold for half a goddamn hour.

"lia i swear to god im going to kick your fucking ass back to london if you don't come out here right now," you yell not even caring at this point if you wake anyone up.

"heyyy bestie," lia says coming out of the kitchen with a smile. "so glad you could make it."

from the threatening look on your face, her smile quickly fades. "ok, ok so i know its early-"

"its two-fucking-am lia, you're so very lucky that i don't kill you for this because for some reason, i've grown attached to your need self."

"i'm irreplaceable," she says. "anyway thats not why i called you here, i met some people on the subway the other day who want to meet you."

"you called me here.... to meet fans?" you say in a deathly calm tone. "lia... ITS 2:30 IN THE MORNING COULDN'T THIS WAIT UNTIL I DUNNO LIKE TEN?" you yell launching after her.

"no it couldn't wait! because this is a secret meeting, huhhh? how cool is that?" lia says running away from you into the living room. you follow after her determined to actually kill the little shit but stop short when you see three people standing and watching the ordeal.

two girls and a boy - the boy is jumping up and down with barely restrained excitement, the blonde girl is smiling, and the final girl is just watching with barely restrained boredom.

"y/n, this is grover, clarisse and annabeth." lia motions to the three of them.

you smile as politely as one can at 2:30 am and say hi back. the boy - grover - is still practically buoyant when you look at him, and its generally concerning how much energy he has.

"soo, uh what's up?" clarisse says awkwardly.

"yeah y'know nothing much, just being dragged out of bed at 2 o'clock in the morning to meet some people- by the way does he ever stop jumping?" you point to a still jumping grover. "like dude its wayy to early to be this energetic."

"no. unfortunately he's like this all the time," the brunette - clarrise - says.

"i'm sorry," grover interrupts, "im just such a huge fan of you. and i would've gotten into trouble if i had told my friend we were meeting you so thats why its at such an awful hour."

"your friend doesn't like me?"

"... he's not your biggest fan thats for sure."

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lia.mandel girls night was fun!! @/rileywest sad ur leaving again

riley.west im afraid london calls babes i'll see you girls when i get back

yn.official can't wait 🤍

user1 OMGGG SHE'S IN THE STUDIO?? AHHH

user2 what is with the studio pic?!?!?!?

user3 grover (one of percy's friends) liked the post they're totally fucking

user4 ew can you not be so gross?? just leave percy and y/n alone

user5 im dyinggg until my show!! only 3 to go ahhh

user6 THE STUDIO PIC?? AND ON TOP OF THAT THE TOUR ENDING AND PERCYY/N RUMOURS?? my heart can't take this anymore.

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user1 NO NO PLS NOT THE MATCHING CAPTIONS ONE MINUTE WITHIN EACH OTHER ITS SO OBVIOUS

user2 he's so hot it hurts guys

user3 THE POSTS?!?!? AT THE SAME TIME!!!!

underovergrover that was an awful party man just thought i should let you know

percyjackson thanks g man i had absolutely no idea maybe next time don't text me abt how awful it is in front of the hosts

user4 THE MATCHING CAPTIONS AND THEIR FRIEND LIKING THE OTHERS POSTS. MAKE IT MORE OBVIOUS WOULD YOU??

user5 i ship them so hard fr

user6 yeah but there is literally ANOTHER girl in the post

the.annabethchase i wonder what amazing girl is in the second photo...

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"fucking y/n," percy grumbles. "i cannot do a single thing without her showing up," he scoffs throwing the phone down onto the car seat beside him. he's currently sat outside a prestigious event - for what? who knows - contemplating whether he should go in because he knows for a fact the-person-who-shall-not-be-named is in there.

sighing he picks his phone up again and gets out of the car heading towards the bustling entryway to the building. men and women in fancy dresses and suits line the hallways as and elevators as he makes his way to the rooftop.

grover and luke are already here so his first goal is to find them, avoid being sucked into any weird business deals and do not under any circumstances run into y/n.

the elevator opens and he moves out onto the rooftop, the cool breeze brushing his face, the smell of alcohol and perfume fills the air. its almost peaceful as he makes his way to the edge of building leaning on the railing to take in the view.

"quiet a view isn't it?" a voice comes from beside him.

aw fuck.

he spins around and comes face to face with the one person he was determined to avoid.

"nice to officially meet you percy jackson," you say holding out your hand.

he takes it to be polite, "right back at you y/n l/n."

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[eoieopda]

Can I request Jimin and the backwards relationship trope? Idk if that makes as much sense in words as it does in my head. Fuck buddies —> friends —> lovers kind of thing? Happy Drabblepalooza, Milestone, and five month Tumblrversary, lovely! You’re a gem 💎

tysm bb! i love this prompt 🥹

the one with the clownfish and the anemone

pairing: park jimin x gn!reader type: drabble (suggestive fluff) | wc: 863 rating: 18+ (minors dni) au: fuck buddies to friends to lovers cw: no explicit detail re: smut but it’s mentioned that they do, in fact, fuck; implied cumshot, lol; alcohol mention. summary: jimin entered your life by chance, but he stayed by choice. ⚠️ 18+ only ⚠️ minors and ageless blogs will be blocked, on sight. my content is not for you. i do not want to interact with you. please respect my boundaries.

It started, as most things do, with soju. Too much soju, to be specific. 

As if there’s any other kind.

You were bold, but Park Jimin was bolder. He saw you at the bar, gave neither a shit nor a fuck that you were out with your friends, and sidled right up to you as if he belonged there. You balked at his audacity, but it worked. He slipped seamlessly into your life that night. 

And then, when you and your friends parted ways, he slipped his hand into yours. Slipped into your bed, into you, then back out the door like some thief in the night. So it goes, you thought. You went through the motions of your nighttime skincare routine, and went soundly to sleep in a post-soju, post-sex haze.

A few weeks passed by before you saw him again, entirely by chance. As it turned out, the gym you frequented — well, maybe not that frequently — sat centrally between your apartment and his. Neighbors, he mused. No neighbor you’d ever had fucked you like he did, pressing your back to a perforated metal door in a locker room, smelling like salted sweat and orange, sugar-free Gatorade.

“You’re an idiot,” you told him, dead serious. “Blue is the best flavor, hands down.”

He laughed so hard his eyes disappeared. “You’re an idiot. Blue is not a flavor.”

When you went your separate ways that night, he left with your phone number. He claimed it was in case of emergencies, shot you a wink, and disappeared again. Just like the last time, you went back to normal, albeit with the grooves of a locker door imprinted into your back.

It took him three days to text you, and it wasn’t an emergency. Not to you, anyway. To him, it might’ve been; he was trapped, bored, at some friend’s bachelor party and needed an out. Needed you, he said, can I come over? So, he did — all over your tits while you were still gasping for air underneath him.

Life continued like that for months: inconsequentially. You came, he left, and the two of you left it like that. It was nice, having someone to pinch hit whenever a date didn’t pan out, or work was especially stressful. Or it was a Tuesday, or it was raining, or just because.

“It’s symbiotic,” you explained, and he nodded.

With a nonchalant wave of his hand, he offered, “Like a clownfish and an anemone.”

It shouldn’t have surprised you, but it did every time. The person fucking your brains out on a semi-regular basis had brains of his own; and he was funny. He was thoughtful, too, which was something else you failed to account for.

The first time he showed up unannounced on your doorstep, he had a takeaway container in his hand. You were unwashed and entirely unprepared for visitors; and Jimin didn’t seem to notice — if he did, he kept it secret — that you were as much of a mess as your apartment. He simply stepped inside, handed you hotteok from the street cart you wouldn’t shut up about, and then he stayed.

You kept to your respective seats — him on the couch, you sitting cross-legged on the floor by his shins — and neither of you sought to change that fact. It was the latest you’d stayed up since college, and it was the hardest you’d ever laughed. The pair of you got through three movies, back to back, before he left to sleep in his own bed. The squeeze he gave your hand on his way out the door felt more intimate than anything else you’d ever done together.

So slowly that you couldn’t track the motion, Jimin slid into your daylight hours as if he belonged there. You took turns dropping coffee off to the other at your respective offices. You grabbed salads after your joint excursions to the gym as a way of apologizing to your bodies for what you'd just done to them. You called him to complain about your parents; he texted you every morning with your daily horoscope.

And throughout the months you spent like this, soaking into your routine, you didn’t realize that fucking was no longer part of it. It hadn’t been, not since you sat and ate hotteok on your living room floor. Fucking was casual, and this meant far more than that.

Whenever you found yourself in his lap now, it was because you loved to take up more than your fair share of the couch, and his thighs made the perfect pillow. He was comfortable. You were comfortable with him. So much so that your position, combined with the way he played idly with your hair, put you most of the way to sleep.

He must’ve thought you were all the way gone because he whispered, “I love you,” like he was sharing a secret.

It was mumbled through barely-opened lips when you replied, “I know,” just before taking his hand from your hair and brushing a kiss across his knuckles.

Though you didn’t say it out loud, you know he heard it, that he felt it, because — for the first time — he stayed the night.

[ohmyeyesmyeyes]

lando norris - proof of treatment

lando norris social media au x f!reader

warnings: none i don't think

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user1: yk i feel like if the positions were switched lando would defo fart in her face

landonorris: famous last words weren't they

ynofficial: guys he's joking

user2: i stand with y/n

carlossainz55: me too

danielricciardo: imma have to third that

landonorris: am i really that bad?

ynofficial: no just very predictable

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landonorris: proof i give my girl the best treatment because nobody believes i wouldn't fart in her face on purpose

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user3: simp

landonorris: yes i am, proudly

user4: love the clarification of 'on purpose'

ynofficial: it had to be done

georgerussell63: best treatment?????? you haven't seen nothing yet mate

alex_albon: he's still a precious baby at the end of the day

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[ran-generationloss]

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I don't trust this...

[stealingyourbones]

Short DPXDC Prompts Masterlist #851-900

851. Lead Acetate Ectoplasm 852. Spectra John Constantine's Ex 853. Spectra Secretary of Ra's 854. tiddies 855. Lancer Long Lost Friend of Constantine 856. Steph/Cass/Dani Propoganda 857. Paulina/Damian. Mentor to Lovers 858. Jason/Jazz/Roy ;) 859. Dash/Bart Jogging 860. Kwan/Clark Office 861. Tucker Speed Talks 862. Kwan/Clark Mailman 863. Dani/Kara Alien 864. Duke/Danny Eldritch <3 865. Danny/Dick/Wally Racing 866. Jazz/Cass Therapist AU 867. Soft Jason/Lancer Downtime 868. Ghost Platypus Danny 869. Danny Construction Worker 870. Dash Construction Worker 871. Paulina Pharmacist 872. Tour Guide Danny 873. Danny & Kyle College Roommates 874. Danny Air Force Pilot 875. Danny Air Force GL Hal 876. Cass Eldritch AU 877. Danny Arkham Secretary 878. Clark Danny Coffee Shop AU 879. Kon-El Saves Tucker 880. Danny Arkham Receptionist 881. Dan Hired at Daily Planet 882. Guy Trains Jazz 883. Kyle Trains Jazz 884. Tucker is GL 885. Zombie Danny AU 886. Speedforce Parasite 887. Fenton Adopts Billy 888. Captain Marvel Skulker 889. Dan/Jimmy 890. Sam Band AU 891. Lord Death Man 892. Jazz Becomes Politician 893. Lawyer Tucker AU 894. Dani Art Museum Tour Guide 895. Batman White Knight 896. Jack is Hourman 897. Ric Grayson GIW 898. Wes Mistaken for Wally 899. Fenton GL Constructs 900. Jason Jailed by Walker

[swampstew]

Killer, I-30 ~ Cum Eating

Summary: Hiking through the ancient lands of old and you get to experience a rite of passage - staying overnight in a real life wilderness hut - that will keep you safe from deadly terrors and beasts during the night. Does it work?

Warnings: Spicy, modern monster au, Killer as Biasd Bheulach with female reader, risky sex, fingering, oral (reader receiving), failed pull out method and cum eating, dead dove do not eat for ending cause murder is implied. Word Count: 863

Biasd Bheulach is a monster or spirit that supposedly haunts Odal Pass on the Isle of Skye in Scotland. It is said to be a nocturnal shapeshifter, sometimes a man, sometimes a beast. It’s believed to be the source of the frightful shrieks and outcries heard in the night. If you’ve ever asked what’s hiding in the dark, don’t be surprised to hear it’s the Beast of Odal Pass. There are accounts of travelers claiming to have been attacked by the beast as they traveled through the night. One alleged victim was found dead on the roadside with gory wounds. There have been few actual accounts of what the creature looks like so it is generally advised not to travel at night.

The handsome stranger had flirted with you all night and you had fallen for his charm. His big, muscled body was a delight to look at, his long and gorgeous mane of hair was enchanting, and every time you caught a peek of his crystal blue eyes, you could feel yourself swoon. Like a fairy tale prince handsome.

You and your friend group had been hiking through the land when it began to grow dark. And once the deep hue cleared the sky you’re spines prickled with fear when you heard wild shrieking that nearly sounded like laughter. Crazed laughter.

Finding a local wilderness hut, called a Bothy, your group tread quickly to the basic shelter in the hopes to avoid whatever that foul sound was. When you crossed the threshold none of you expected to find it already occupied by the handsome stranger. He introduced himself and explained he sought shelter when he heard the howling shrieks. He lived in the next town over and was travelling by foot but decided that for safety he would spend the night.

His name was hard to pronounce and didn’t have an easily international equivalent, so he settled for Killer when your friend’s boyfriend called him drop dead gorgeous. Killer was kind, gentle and well-articulated. It was easy to get along with him and feel comfortable around him quickly. Between the four of you, you had food and water for about a day and a half.

Killer informed everyone that there was a fresh water stream nearby and offered to go with her boyfriend, but your friend insisted she would go with as there was no bathroom in the shelter, just a spade to dig in the dirt.

As soon as you were left alone with him, he pounced. You eagerly accepted his brazen advances and soon you were both rushing towards the shoddy second story loft space for privacy. Despite the…rugged…quality of the shelter, it served is purpose.

You were writhing in pleasure as Killer removed his thick, calloused fingers out of your weeping cunt. You whimpered at him with pleading eyes and gave him a satisfied hum when he unbuckled his pants. He fucked you raw and you loved every second of it. Dripping in sweat and huffing the humid air with each breath you shared as he pistoned into you and harshly bit where your shoulder met your neck. With a cry, your pussy throbbed and clamped on his cock making him grunt loudly, panting through grit teeth as his hips stuttered.

“Sh-shit!” you heard him moan as he pulled out, jerking himself over your body and covering you with white. You closed your eyes as you felt the warmth splatter against your skin, your hips shifted and you realized you could feel warmth dripping down between your thighs.

“Did you—?” you asked quietly.

“Eh I might have, sorry don’t think I pulled out fast enough. Don’t worry I’ll clean you up, just sit back and get comfortable, this won’t take long.”

Confused, you laid on your back as he lifted your thighs over his shoulder. He buried his tongue into your pussy and you let out a squeal. You felt the muscle work your core, licking your walls clean, licking your ass cheeks and inner thighs clean as well. You were in a daze as he left your core, trailing his tongue up your torso as he thrusted his fingers into your pussy once more. Pumping you as he licked clean the mess he made on you.

When he cleaned the last drop, his fingers worked overtime causing your final orgasm to strike you like lightning. He swallowed your screams as your pussy crushed his fingers, pumping you through the intense rocking that wallowed in your body as you rode the train of ecstasy. You don’t remember anything else from the night, except one final moment as sleep dragged you to its depths, the way he looked at you with almost guilt as he kissed your forehead.

Quietly murmuring, “If only in a different life.”

You remembered wanting to ask him what he meant when you woke up. However, you awoke to a nightmare. Walking groggily down the steps, your movement faltered when you realized the Bothy had been destroyed from the inside out. No trace of your friend, her boyfriend, or Killer.

All that was left was splatters and puddles of blood strewn about the ruined interior.

5 tiles to go, 59 calls made so far.

[hoybero]

the plot of my unwritten 863 fic is basically: what if something went wrong when deb, wes, and nelson were working on the time machine and what really happened on 8/6/03 was a malfunction with the time machine where wes gets lost somewhere in a different timeline. this leads to deb leaving and nelson taking control over syntec. its kind of zombie apocalypse-ish because the entirety of syntec is now phantoms and theyre trying to make everyone a phantom kind of. nelson has control over a looottt of people but luckily deb still had time to form the R.E.D.A.C.T.E.D. their main focus was originally to track down wesley and get him back, deb is kind of losing herself in her grief and i kind of want to write most of it in her pov. ben is part of the redacted in this btw. anyway theyre set up right next to spellbound so when bailey gets turned into a phantom they see it happen and save matt, sam, and woods before they get "phantomed" as well. they obviously want to go and get her back and so they form a group to go get her. the people in the group are: deb, matt, ben, and jordan. matt didnt want to risk sam or woods getting caught. when they get to syntec they sneak in easily enough but are eventually caught and matt and ben are taken "hostage". nelson tries to manipulate deb into letting him have the time machine and hell let her friends go. she says no so now matt and ben are also phantoms and she and jordan have to return without them. im not gonna say anything else that i want to happen just because if i ever do write it i wouldnt want to spoil the ending. would anyone be interested in reading it though?

[all-about-kyu]

Summary: Who would’ve known your roommate was getting off to the thought of you too? Pairing: San x fem!reader Tropes: non-idol au, roommate au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language, usage of weed Smut Warnings: mentions of solo masturbation, mentions of wet dreams, dry humping, sex under the influence, unprotected sex Word Count: 863 Note: for the Tarot Card Drabble Event Requested by: @sanjoongie​ Special Tags: @anyamaris​ @hwasrie​

The Moon ➾ surreal, you drive me crazy, wet dreams, substances

You take a long draw from the blunt you’re sharing with your roommate, San. It’s become almost a weekly tradition to wind down at the end of the week, chatting about random things while getting high together. It just seems right in a way. You’re not doing anyone any harm sitting on your living room couch while mentally on another planet.

“You wanna know something really stupid?” San asks with a lazy smirk on his face.

“What?” you ask back.

“I have wet dreams about you all the time, and sometimes… actually… most times, I can’t help but get off to those dreams.”

“What did you just say?” Suddenly you feel very sobered up hearing his comment. You’re definitely still high, but his comment shocked you nonetheless. You must’ve made a face cause he chuckles at you before taking the blunt from your hold.

“Shocked?” he questions, “You can’t blame me, really. You aren’t subtle about what you’re doing in that bedroom of yours.” he pauses to take another draw from the blunt, “You sound so fucking pretty too, like, god damn.”

He places the weed down on the ashtray before placing his large veiny hand on your thigh. You hadn’t even realized you were rubbing your thighs together until he had squeezed it. His other hand falls to the front of his grey sweatpants, palming himself lightly.

“If you’re uncomfortable, I’ll go to my room. I might be high, but I’m not a dickhead.” he explains. “Please,” you practically moan.

“Come here, baby.”

You nearly trip over yourself, climbing into San’s lap. Instantly you find a rhythm grinding against him. His lips are on your throat, leaving small blossoms of purple and red anywhere he can. Neither of you needs much making out to get worked up, though. You’re both beyond horny. Weed seemingly has that effect on both of you. You’re soaking through your flimsy lounge shorts, creating a small wet patch on his sweatpants beneath you. You can feel how hard he is beneath you too.

“If we don’t move on right now, I’m going to cum in my pants like I’m a teenager again.”

You nod and kneel up to allow him some space to lower his sweatpants just enough to release his cock. Without thinking, you release a quiet whimper at the sight of him. He’s rather girthy, but not to the extent you’re worried about fitting him. He’s long, too, long enough that you’re sure he’ll be hitting places inside you that no previous partner has ever hit. He doesn’t even bother asking you to take your shorts off. He pushes the material to the side, running his thumb through your pooling arousal.

“Wanna try something while you ride me, pretty?” you nod in response, “Pass me the blunt again.”

You pass him the previously neglected cannabis. His tip brushes against your core as you lean back to grab it, making a broken whimper escape your lips. He takes the smoke from your hand with a smirk.

“Go on, start riding me.” he tells you, “Once you’ve got me all the way inside, I’ll tell you my plan.”

You can’t be bothered to take your time, despite knowing he’s longer than what you’re used to. You get about halfway there and grip his shoulder for support. He uses his free hand to rub soothing circles on your hip. He makes a noise to get your attention on him fully. Then he inhales a large breath of the weed before leaning in to kiss you. You’re not sure how well the smoke transfers between you but the fact that you’re sharing a weed-laced kiss only serves to make you even hornier. You’re so focused on the kiss you don’t even realize you managed to fully sit down on his cock.

“There we go. Well, I guess my plan is foiled. We’re gonna share this blunt while you ride me, you like the idea of that angel?”

“San, please, please, please.” you feel like you may cry if you don’t start riding him now.

“Best get started then, huh?”

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