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vetteltea · 2 years ago

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Paint the Town Red | MV1

summary: when the biggest rumour of the season turns out to be true, how will it effect the bond between you and your best friend?

note: hello! I am alive, I promise. The past few weeks have been wild and I'm slowly returning to be with you all! This is also my first ever SMAU, so PLEASE be gentle with me!

F1 ✔

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F1: BREAKING: Y/N Y/L/N to join Scuderia Ferrari in 2024!

The race-winner from Alphatauri will end her current contract with the Red Bull family after a record-breaking two seasons together. Y/L/N is the first driver to win four consecutive sprint races as well as setting phenomenal wins in Monza and Silverstone

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landoleclerc: FINALLY! she's getting some good recognition and deserves this seat so SO MUCH!!!!!! 😭

scuderiaferrari: welcome home, Y/N ❤️��️

pitstopboxbox: I can't believe the rumours were true lmao, who agreed to this?

y/ntauri: @pitstopboxbox she's so much better than half the grid, she deserves this more than anyone else 🤷🏻‍♀️

alphataurif1 ✔

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alphatauri: After two seasons together, Scuderia Alphatauri and Y/N Y/L/N will be parting ways at the end of the 2023 season.

Y/N has always been a valuable and loved member of our team; as the first woman in Formula One racing to score points on the grid, we are more than proud of all we have achieved together. She will always be a loved and appreciated member of the Red Bull Family. We wish her every luck in her future at Scudeira Ferrari.

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redbullracing: thank you for everything, Y/N! 💙❤️

lechairalonso: you all never deserved her, we know what was said about her! Y/N TO FERRARI!!!!!!!!

scuderiaferrari: we'll take good care of our girl! ❤️

yourusername ✔

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yourusername: After an incredible two years and discussions with Franz Tost, Christian Horner and Adrian Newey, I have come to the decision to leave Scuderia Alphatauri at the end of the 2023 season.

Racing has and will always be an incredibly huge part of my life; I will forever be grateful for the opportunity given to me by Alphatauri and the passion and energy I have been able to put into one of the most important things in my life. Franz has been a leader and a legend, Yuki my best friend and the entire team here and back home are phenomenal.

Whilst I am sad to leave behind a legacy created, I am proud to take my next steps into the future as a Scuderia Ferrari driver. This has been a dream of mine ever since I was a child and I cannot wait to fufill the wish that my younger self desired for so long. I want to thank everyone for your love and support along the way and I hope to make you all proud.

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ynarmy: onward and upwards! we can't wait to see your NEXT adventure! 🏎❤️

yukitsunoda0511: I'll miss you forever, keeping your seat warm always! 🤍

redbullsupermax: ain't no way Y/N is winning anything now, this was her best bet as a woman lmao.

sainztsunoda: @redbullsupermax PLSSSS and ur PFP is literally a cheater lMAO 😂😭

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f1gossip: Has the Y/L/N transfer to Ferrari caused issues already? Eagle-Eyed fans among the sport spotted that Three-Time World Champion, Max Verstappen, has UNFOLLOWED Y/N.

The two have been known for having an incredibly strong relationship on the grid and Verstappen has mentioned to the press multiple times that he believes Y/N would be a suitable driver for Red Bull. The two have known one another since their racing in Formula 3. Has this move to Ferrari caused strain on this friendship?

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oconredflags: there's no way that something like this could split them up? they've been friends for SO long? 😭❤️

ferrarilover1655: nah I'm sorry, max is salty that she's moving onto better things. she has every right to be happy and he should be supporting her

vettellovers: @ferrarilover1655: she's literally moving to FERRARI. WORST MOVE EVER. 😂😂😭

astonalonso: LANDO IN THE LIKES BRUUUUUUH. 👀👀

scuderiaferrari ✔

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scuderiaferrari: The future is red. Say hello to the SF-24, designed and built in Maranello.

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raybans: we're painting the town red in 2024!

yourusername: 🏎️❤️

vettelschumacher: Y/N is going to be the greatest thing that's happened to this team in SO long

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sffanpage: Charles Leclerc and Y/N Y/L/N at Maranello for the SF-24 Launch today! Y/N visited the museum before the official launch and the two were seen leaving the event at the same time after stopping to speak to fans!

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papayasainz: they look like they'll make SUCH a good team? They had so much banter during the launch I LOVE LOVE THE VIBE ❤️😭❤️😭

louisaferrari44: @papayasainz RIGHT? when Charles was welcoming her too and they were giggling when Fred came on, ICONIC 😅

ferrariofficialfanpages: we've need something fresh for so long and I'm so excited that this is happening 🤍❤️🏎

supermaxredbull: I give it 2 races and she'll be done lmao

yourusername ✔

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yourusername: The SF-24 is here and I am so excited! Such a beautiful car built by an incredible team. I hope I can do you all proud this year!

Thank you to everybody who came out to support the team; I feel so welcome and loved and I cannot wait to begin this season on a high! Forza Ferrari! ❤️🏎

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f1: we can't wait to see you on track in red!

ferrarifans16: SHE'S HERE! OH MY GOD SHE LOOKS SO GOOD AND I'M NOT READY!!!!!

charles_leclerc: welcome to the family! ❤️

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maranellomadness: Y/N IS ABOUT TO REVIVE US ARE WE ALL READY?????

charles_leclerc ✔

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charles_leclerc: SF-24 Launch was incredibleeeee 🤩

Thank you to all the fans and the love in Maranello today, I can't wait to get behind the wheel and bring us some memories and points. ❤️

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yourusername: forza charles! ❤️

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sffanpage: good luck this season Charles! we can't wait to see you bring home all the points!!

vettelalonso: CHARLES IN RED WILL ALWAYS BE MY ROMAN EMPIRE 😍😍😍

#F1 #Formula 1 #F1 x Reader #F1 SMAU #MV1 #MV33 #Max Verstappen #Max Verstappen x Reader #Max Verstappen One Shot #Max Verstappen x YN #Max #Verstappen #Red Bull #Ferrari #Max Verstappen Blurb #Max Verstappen SMAU

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141ghosted · 4 months ago

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Hiii!! Love your work!! I have had this thought of pregnant!reader with the 141 boys or Simon (love them all but Simon is who I marry first 😋🫣

Anyways pregnant!reader x the boys and reader goes into labor while he’s gone and so reader calls them saying their water broke and by the time they get home you ended up having the baby 🫣🫣

Simon Riley x in labor reader ♡

warnings; child birth(kinda in detail) and blood

a/n; this is my first request and its like 1 in the morning🫡 but I have to fufill my duties! ENJOY CUTIES also this is kinda slow and long icl

The clock reads 1:29AM in the morning. It’s cold in the house since the heater recently broke, and Simon has yet to fix it yet, which annoys you but you cant help but not complain since your 9 months pregnant and pushing a week late from your due date and all you wanna do is just get this over with.

You know Simon is at work right now and you feel the empty spot in the bed next to you, feeling a sudden wave of sadness because your husband isn’t here. But never mind that. You stand up from the bed, your throat and mouth feels dry and in desperate need of water, your cold hand grabs the water bottle from the nightstand, just to be disappointed and figure out: you drank all the water.

Slipping on your fluffy slippers Simon got you for your birthday, you make your way to the kitchen, holding your water bottle tightly in your hand.

Not until suddenly your water breaks, and then it occurs to you that you might be going into labor, and its now the time to panic because your husband isn’t here and your probably about to give birth any minute now.

Your first instinct is to call Simon immediately so you whip out your phone from your sweatpants, unlocking your phone and finding Simon’s contact number before PUNCHING that call button.

“Cmon, pick up please!” You mutter to yourself as you start to fell nervous, your body is shaking already from the 20 scenarios being smacked into your mind right now. 1 ring.. 2..3.

“Ye’ its 1 in the mornin lov’, wot’s wrong?” Simon grumbles in a tired but kinda worried tone, you hear him get up to enter a different room.

“My water broke, I don’t know what to do.”

“……….”

“Stay there, I’m comin’ home right now. Just stay calm and I’ll be there lov’ okay?”

The panicking starts to kick in as you sit against the kitchen counter, taking deep breaths in and out and trying to overall soothe yourself, you think to yourself, ‘do I wait for Simon or should I just call an ambulance?’

The first contraction knocks the air out of your lungs, sharp and sudden, catching you off guard as you lean against the kitchen counter. You grip the edge until your knuckles go white, the cool surface grounding you for a fleeting second. You tried waiting for Simon. You’re alone. And the baby is coming.

Another contraction, stronger this time, bends you in half. You slide to your knees, breath ragged, palms flat against the tile floor. Panic flares, but you push it down. There’s no one else. It’s just you. You move fast now, instincts louder than fear. A blanket from the laundry basket. Clean towels. Water, though it’s barely warm.

The pressure builds. Your body takes over. You scream, not because you’re scared, though maybe you are, but because it hurts and it’s real and it’s happening. You bear down. Time stretches. Minutes double. Or maybe it’s seconds. You lose track.

And then, suddenly, powerfully, there’s life in your arms. A tiny cry fills the kitchen, more powerful than the storm outside. You’re shaking, soaked in sweat and tears, but you did it. You brought your baby into the world.

Right here in your kitchen.

You sit on the kitchen floor, cradling the tiny, wriggling bundle against your chest. Your breathing is shallow, every muscle trembling with exhaustion. The blanket around the baby is damp with your sweat, but they’re warm. Alive. Safe. You did it.

You don’t even hear the front door open, just the sound of boots stomping hard against the floor, the breathless shout of your name echoing through the house. Then he’s there.

Simons eyes find you in an instant. They widen, stunned, like his brain can’t make sense of what he’s seeing. You, pale and shaking, sitting on a towel-strewn floor. Blood on your thighs. A baby in your arms. His baby.

Simon drops to his knees beside you, hands hovering, trembling.

“Oh my God,” he breathes, eyes glassy with disbelief and guilt. “You did this… you—alone?”

You nod. Barely. Your voice is gone. You’re too tired to speak.

But he touches your face like you’re made of glass, kisses your forehead like a prayer. Then he sees the baby properly for the first time. His breath catches. He makes a sound between a sob and a laugh as he reaches for the two of you, careful, reverent.

“I’m here,” Simon says softly, voice breaking. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t— I’m here now. You’re okay. You both… you did it.”

You close your eyes and finally let go of the tension coiled in your chest. You’re not alone anymore. He’s here. And the three of you, somehow are okay.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley #cod #ghost cod #ghost #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost x reader #cod x reader #x reader #fanfic #pregnant reader #he’s so gentle #im crying poor reader💔#im so tired #im on like 2% brain power

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frownyalfred · 3 months ago

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the worst thing about loving a ship that an OC and 3 level deep niche Lex Luthor is that if I want a new idea about them the thinktank is such a small population.

Dan and Lex have to be running around in my mind because that the only way I will be able to fufill this need!

Res the ship is too good! I'm rationing DanLex content to get me through till the next chapter!! I used to filter out any OC ships (normally just not my cup of tea) WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME RES!

Anyways have we considered that in this Bodyguard AU, Dan's company ID card has a little damaged smudge where his last name should and since he's a contracted worker Lex doesn't have access to his full personnel files without like doing a little computer magic, so even in this universe he still doesn't know Dan's last name

If it's not an omegaverse world maybe he ends up getting the nickname "alpha" somehow so lex only knows him as "Dan the Alpha"

I think his last name could still be a nod to that joke, like someone suggested “D’alfa” on the other thread about him. That would be SUCH a a funny joke only like two people would get…

#asks #Dan the alpha #lex luthor

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wilhelmina-afton · 2 months ago

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Courtesy SOTM Spoiler Warning

still chewing on how badly William fucked Edwin over - like, regardless of whether you think he stole everything or not.

Though I hold the belief that he/henry didn't steal the fredbear/bonnie/endo/springlocks and they worked on them together, Fredbear's Diner apparently pre-existing judging from all the pizza boxes scattered around, William (and Fazbear Ent) still absolutely, undeniably screwed Edwin and the MCM over, and probably stole a ton of other stuff via daylight robbery (his contract with Fazbear Ent that allowed them ownership of all his creations mentioned at the start of the game).

William directly coerced employees to take updated blueprints and the like from Edwin in return for higher positions at varying Fazbear Ent locations, and possibly unfinished comissioned characters for both the company (questionably legally via unfair contract) and others (most definitely illegally if Fazbear ent didn't buy the rights), while other Fazbear Ent higher ups - still including William no doubt - were essentially dangling a carrot on a string in front of Edwin (repeatedly rejecting prototype designs for future fazbear projects, leading Ed into a cycle of taking loans and making more designs, and falling into deeper debt trying to produce something satisfactory), a promise that's not ever going to be fufilled.

Like, Edwin had to have been in such debt that he himself put up the land his home and factory were built on in order to keep the MCM running - or the lands may have been repossessed and sold without his input because his finances were just that bad.

Which is how Fazbear Ent (note: Not William himself, though have no doubt he was the deciding man on the issue) probably purchased the land in the first place, and in turn - made Edwin more desperate.

He left an audio log behind, saying as much: if he finished his projects, got the payout for them, everyone would come back and he'd fix things -> his fallen friendships, his employees, the lost land, the MCM reputation, etc.

In William's messages to Edwin himself (which we don't know if he ever read, also? As the mailboxes are emptied when Arnold uses the Data Diver on them, it kind of implies he never read said mail?), he mentions how the man is behind and likely overtaxing himself without any other employees (something Will himself encouraged, and even monopolized, even if he wasn't the start of), and - William mentions that Edwin can keep the Murray Mansion, although Fazbear Ent had since purchased the land and the MCM (I think? Or at the very right were legally allowed to evict him/demolish the buildings had they wished it), and even offers Murray the position of lead engineer, and it's -

So. Fucked up??? Because William is no doubt a large factor in the lack of employees, and probably the reason that Fazbear Ent probably hired most of them (again, Edwin helped Henry and William design and manufacture the animatronics - his secrets are also Fazbear secrets, so that's protecting Fazbear secrets in the same breath as ruining MCM), which in turn drives Edwin further and further into his spiral of overtaxing his mind, his body, his funds.

Yet he's also putting on this polite mask, and offering Edwin a position that, also demeaned from where he was stood, was a foothold for building himself back up - still has a home, still has a high ranking job for a company rapidly expanding and growing in power, and depending on how you read his character, it can also genuinely be him thinking he's in the right and trying to help, doing what's best for Edwin, while also capitalizing on a situation to further his own reputation, wealth, etc - or he just doesn't care at all, and either way it's just so so so toxic a relationship).

William is purposely worsening Edwin's own semi-self-induced decline into ruin for his own benefit - and I'm caught between him doing it as an uncaring asshole (i.e. William cares for no one but himself, not his family or henry or anything) or him doing it as an obsessive/posessive asshole who sees this as a prime way to get Edwin under his thumb (similarly to Henry, in ways).

Like, 'oh, what a terrible situation you've found yourself in - but I can help you fix it, dear', type deal. His friends, his family, they are his things and he knows best for them - they just have to do as he says, rely on him, etc, etc, etc (would not be above creating situations that drive to his side, such as murdering Charlie and comforting a grieving Henry-)

(Almost fucked up as the thought that M2 probably let Edwin die from his injuries from the office explosion, and - as M2 is an artifically created child, mimicking David - was probably not initially aware that the man would permanently die/could not be repaired later, and having been taught violence would perpetuate murder against all future workers who entered the MCM-)

#secret of the mimic #william afton #edwin murray #i have two reads on Will and it perpetually hops between #this bastard cares for no one but he himself the purple guy #and #this bastard is the most toxic narcissistic bastard who loves his family and friends in wholly terrible hippity hoppity you are my property #i know best type of way #fnaf

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annimator · 1 year ago

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I was so caught up in the euphoria of Fitpac shamelessly flirting with each other cuz they’re boyfriends that I forgot that FIT ONLY HAS LIKE 17 DAYS LEFT TO FUFIL HIS CONTRACT TO MADAGIO OH FUCK-

#qsmp #qsmp meme #fitpac #qsmp fitmc #qsmp pactw #qsmp madagio

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miowyaa · 5 months ago

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One chair a day, keeps the doctor away; Various BLLK x gn!reader

A/N: Thank you @gothforgod for this request, this had me giggling so hard while I was writing this that I genuinely mightve looked insane. I'm sorry if I made the reader a little too freaky. I had no idea what I was doing. Shidou 2.0 I fear. ALSO, THIS CAN BE READ AS PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC? Again, im so sorry but I find it hard to fit so many love interests into such a oneshot but I tried my best. A majority of it is just joking.. Anyways, I hope youll enjoy reading it!! :)

Cw: reader gets hit by a chair and is knocked out for a few minutes, they’re a little disoriented for a bit but that's the extent of any injuries (?)

It's times like this when you’re really contemplating your life decisions. Namely the one you’re facing right now, nutrients…or that shiny new skin that just released? You debate calling your parents for some extra allowance, but then the memory of you stating your independence so passionately sits you down, because as much as you want that cool skin, you decide that your dignity is worth more.

It was a few months ago when your father broke the news that he had gotten a better job opportunity in another city that would require you guys to move to what was basically the other side of the country. As ever the dramatic person, you fell to your knees and started begging them to let you stay here.

Not only were you dramatic, you were also incredibly annoying because your nagging eventually worked. So with the promise of you being the most responsible person ever and to keep the house as clean as possible, you were allowed to stay.

Well, as it turns out, you may not be the most dutiful person to have ever been born but surely it's okay. It's just time to get a job, like any other normal person would. With this new plan in mind, you are filled with a new determination and swing open your laptop and start looking for any job listings that you could apply for. Unfortunately, it seems that it was all for nothing as you either dont meet the requirements, or.. Well, that's honestly really the only reason. Your eyes nearly jump out of their sockets when you scroll through convenience job positions that require three million years of experience? No thanks.

It's been two hours of straight searching and you're nearly about to just suck it up and plead with your lovely parents for some extra money when a job listing pops out. It has no requirements that you can't fufill and the pay is not tht bad! Well, it does require you to be a pretty good cook but not to brag, youve cracked an egg or two into your instant noodles. You’re pretty sure you got this in the bag.

It was a little frightening how quickly they had accepted your application, were there no applications to be asked or did they need a new cook that bad? You couldnt complain and you were to start the following week, huzzah! There were some catches though, you were to live on site for some reason. You opened up the location the facility was at on maps and it was practically in the middle of nowhere. Simple problem with a simple solution, you dont have a car so you figured youd just call up a taxi- okay that's one down. What would you need to bring? Clothes maybe, would they allow you to return home every one and a while to do laundry or would you do it there? The contract they sent you was so vague..

You did what you could over the one week and once that was up, you called up a taxi and headed towards the facility. It was high in the mountains and honestly, you started thinking about the likelihood that you would get murdered.

After paying the fare, you walked into the weirdly shaped facility with your luggage in tow, prepared to meet whatever freak was about to employ you. With no freak employer in sight to greet you, you let your curiosity get the best of you and let yourself start wandering. The whole building is built like some sort of maze, all its walls looking identical to each other. By this point, youre unable to piece together where you are anymore because youre convinced youve walked into a hundred different rooms with the same doors. That is, until you walk into what looks like a cafeteria!

This is promising- you think. You're here as a cook so your job will probably be somewhere around here. You look around the huge room and note two things, one: it's very clean, every flat surface you can see is sparkling, and two: there's a chair flying towards you.

You wake up and the world around you is hazy, you can make out one figure in your peripheral vision and you grab onto it as hard as you can. It reacts with an ‘eek!” and you feel your upper body slumping to the ground. Apparently, they were trying to lift you up. Did they think you were dead? Maybe, and this was this horrible plan of trying to discard your body. You look infront of you to see another figure and with all the strength your disoriented state can muster, you slam your foot onto their face.

It lets out a surprised yelp and backs away from you, now, you're laying on the ground trying to comprehend what has just happened. Is this the afterlife? No, because you just beat two people up and one of them is still in your grip. You notice that you're holding someone's hair, and immediately sober up. “Oh my-” you sit up, freeing the poor guy in the process.

“-Gosh.” the two look at you as if you’re some sort of animal, and you can't blame them. You dont doubt that the chair that hit you has left some sort of effect on your appearance. Just as you’re about to apologize, one of them has beat you too it. His highlights falling over his shoulder as he quickly bows, the other one follows suit.

“We’re so sorry!” One of them cries out, he has dark blue hair and you notice that his eyes are squeezed shut, too scared to meet your gaze. For lack of better words, you're speechless. Speechless that is until the greatest idea ever pops into that head of yours.

“Ladies, ladies. Calm down, there's enough of me to go around,” you pick yourself up looking all smug. You catch their faces of surprise as you dust yourself off and turn your heads towards the chair. “I guess the chair couldnt help it, all things naturally gravitate me because of my..beauty..” Well, you’re pretty sure that they just think they messed up your head, judging from their expressions. You shouldnt have said that, now it's just awkward.

The blue-haired one tries to speak, but he's obviously hesitant to do so. A horrible silence engulfs the three of you as all just stare at each other, painfully waiting for the next interaction. “Do..do you play soccer?” He finally says.

How do you explain that you dont have an athletic bone in your body? Just the presence of any ball is guaranteed to make you sweat, but from what little research you did of the facility, you do not fit in at all. “No,” you state flatly, the room returns to a state of excruciating silence.

The one with what can only be described as a layered bob-cut with highlights claps his hands together, “then we’ll teach you!” You’re pretty sure you’re not supposed to be fraternizing with the players, but your employer still hasnt showed their face yet and you honestly couldnt give less than a fart. You shrug and he lights up, taking you by the arm and dragging you off to who knows where, the other one following close behind.

You’re zoned out for the most part, but you do catch the bob-cut guy saying some random things such as, “my monster this..my monster that..” It's a little concerning, should he be on some medications or did this place think that his ‘monster’ was beneficial to him? Well, you dont know and you really dont feel like finding out. Just as you’re going down the bob-cut monster rabbit hole, the three of you make it to a brightly lit room with artificial grass. It seems that you arent alone, as aside from the three of you, there's also some other people kicking around some balls. So athletic. You’re intimidated.

“Bachira, dont you think..” the quieter of the duo tries saying before ‘Bachira’ runs off to go grab a ball. It's now just the two of you, and impulsively, you say it outloud. “Heh..It's just you and me now..” you slowly turn to him, you're obviously trying to crack a joke but the guy's face heats up so quickly you’re afraid he's having a heat stroke or something.

Both of you have no idea what to say and it isnt until Bachira returns that there's finally a conversation. He brought along a few other people, three to be exact. What might be the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid eyes on, and this purple-haired guy who's so graciously carrying someone asleep. You’re unsure of how the purple-haired dude or the person hes carrying are going to help you play soccer, but you’ve been unsure about practically everything since you got here, so maybe you’ll just trust them on this.

It's not that you’re really that eager to learn, but apparently Bachira thinks so and you’re slightly afraid of what his ‘monster’ will do to you if you run away now. So for now, all you can do is smile and nod. The gorgeous man introduces himself as Chigiri, and the blue-haired one realizes he's yet to introduce himself and tells you that his name is Isagi. The purple-haired one introduces himself as Reo and the one asleep and Nagi. Wow, are you in middle school icebreakers again? You dont even realize for a few secondsd that everyone is waiting for you to introduce yourself.

“Oh, yeah. Hi, im [name].” You’re half expecting them to ask you to share a fact about yourself to the class but luckily it doesnt come to that. As if everyone forgot what they were there for, they slip into conversation instead of teaching you soccer and you’re relieved, you slickly open up your phone to do your daily logins when you notice a new voice talking to you.

Should you burst out into tears? Or challenge him to a 1v1 to reclaim your honor? You turn slowly to face the now awake Nagi whose still being carried and has noticeably left a small puddle of drool on Reos shoulder. “You suck at that game,” he repeats. Gasps heard around the room, not really, but basically.

“Excuse me?” You gasp, placing a hand over your heart to show that you took much offense to what he said. Hes so cool and nonchalant that he has the same expression as he did when he said such rude words to you: nothing. His face is literally devoid of any emotion except maybe for boredom and you feel the need to pummel him to the floor.

“Ill have you know, that I'm top 300 in arena, not only that-” he cuts you off. So rude. “Top 20.”

Oh, okay. So he's just a video game nerd, this isnt your fault you're just outmatched because he spends all his time on the game. You feel better now! Atleast you dont rot in this game all day like him. “We have a professional over here..” you lean towards the one closest to you, which so happens to be Chigiri. He looks at you weirdly and you can't tell if it's out of concern or if he's just judging you. Now with the judgement of your five minute crush, you now turn to one of Bachiras methods. You clap and you make sure its really loud. Then, out of embarrassment, you shout, “so, soccer!”

Bachira lights up, did he seriously forget? You really dont know, but either way, you send another glare towards Nagi before turning towards the speaker. “Oh, yea! Totally slipped my mind. Okay..So this-” so he did forget, but no biggie because he gets cut off by a huge monitor hung up on the wall.

“There you are. Come to my office, now.” It's clear he's talking to you, and you take this chance to leave because, no, you really do not feel like learning how to play soccer, sorry Bachira. Despite the fact that you have no idea where the office is, you walk backwards out the door. What's that saying again? Saved by the bell, except you were saved by a huge TV by a man with a bowl-cut. Lots of peculiar hairstyles here.

You thank whatever force is out there for helping you avoid this predicament and then run off with crossed fingers that the next room you enter, will be the office.

#x reader #bllk x reader #bluelock #isagi x reader #bachira x reader #nagi x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk #isagi yoichi

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charlottesolstice · 5 months ago

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Ok so I've read that the text translates to

“Let’s fufill the promise we made that day”

“Even if it’s not what you wanted”

I think both of these two lines are from Homura speaking to Madoka, what it means though? I guess it's related to preventing madoka from contracting again and with "even if that's not what you wanted" she means that Madoka doesn't want to live detached from her role as goddess.

On a side note i absolutely LOVE the complete difference between the two cities Madoka and Homura are in, not to speak of stuff like their corresponding feathers falling from the sky and them having goddesses eyes (which i guess means that Madoka is starting to remember/she has remembered everything).

Also Homura's art really reminds me of when the fake Mitakihara starts to burn in Rebellion.

#madoka magica #walpurgis no kaiten

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angelic-sins-bah · 1 month ago

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an you give me a headmate from kpop demon hunters? Ty

Complex

+ mood board, permaid, and faceclaims if allowed

Can it be a brain made fictive?

Note I had a little trouble with the brain made fictive part so I made him a mixtive?

Name : jinu, daemon, crow, raven

Gender : male

Age : ageless

Pronouns : he/him

Sexuality : straight

Role : persecutor

Trans id : trans half human, trans luring voice

Cis id : cis BPD, cis easian, cis golden eyes

Tris id : tris demon marks

Typing quirk : I type like this.

Aesthetic : demon shadow cat

Paras : panphilla

Sign off : 🌑🔪

How they act : protective and loving

Face claim :

Race/species : Korean, Japanese , trans half human half demon

Mood board :

Perma IDs : Perma demon voice, perma demon marks, Perma idol

#contract fufilled #bah pack #build an alter #build a headmate #transid #pro rq 🌈🍓#radqueer #transid safe #rqc🌈🍓

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brucewaynehater101 · 1 year ago

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In my evil era. I've come to spread the misery

So I read a wingfic a while ago and I recall there being a titans tower scene where Tim tried to fly away but Jason grabbed him by the wing and his wing got fucked but don't quote me on that

So here's my idea

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Author decision on if anybody other than Tim has wings or other bird features and instincts, but Tim has bird traits like wings, talons, bird noises and maybe a tail if you pick

And for whatever reason, Tim hides his bird features

Who cares if binding his wings and other means of hiding it has proven time and time again to have horrific effects on one's health in studies older than him?

It's annoying how during the night—typically when he's Robin—he needs to take off the bindings and whatnot to keep himself from deteriorating too fast but it is what it is

Besides, his cape covers it up and he's trained in passing for human

It isn't until his wings are used against him in battle—like say a goon or a rogue (maybe even Jason at Titans Tower) being lucky enough to grab them and beat him black and blue due to it—does he reconsider how he views his wings

Tim Drake became Robin with a mission. A mission to restore Batman to the symbol of Justice he was withering from, one that expanded to putting everything into supporting all heroes

But more importantly his generation of Teen Titans and the Bats

His wings were just used against him, and in such a serious way that he's lucky he could nurse himself back to health

It was one time too many

He has a mission

The deadline is Death

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The next morning, Luthor Corp down hundreds of millions and they'll never notice until months later. Too late to recover the assets

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"Mind letting me in on what it is I'm guarding or even assisting you for?"

"We covered this in the contract Deathstroke; You guard this safehouse and in the future me while I take care of a very time-sensitive case. Benifits are just as negotiated.

"I will be locking myself in the room I will do my work. You are under no circumstances to enter unless told to. Rest assure, it can fufill my physical needs.

"If I open the door and I say 'Asylum,' it means I will be out of the safehouse for a time where you are to protect my room in addition to the rest of the safehouse until I return.

"If I open the door and say 'visitors' or shout it through the walls, it means we're being invaded through my room, and you have all the permission you need to kick down the door to come and assist me.

"If I open the door and say 'mission half-finished,' do so through the walls, or by passing a paper with that text, it means I've finished my mission with no loose ends, but am injured and require your assistance in my recovery.

"And if anybody ever asks; you had to take care of personal matters during your haitus, the Bats will never even come to mind when inquired on this period you're off the grid"

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Weeks or Months later (authors pick)

A paper slowly shifts under the door, he picks it up

Mission Half-Finished

he forced the door open to his client shivering on the floor

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the timeline is as goes;

Tim tells the bats he's going to be off the grid for a few months for a mission

Tim hacks LexCorp for Lex's future paychecks and assets to-be used for villanous plots

Tim contacts Deathstroke to be a glorified bodyguard + maybe physical therapist/doctor for an indefinite time

25% upfront pay. Deathstroke will only recieve the remaining pay if he fufills his duties as followed and doesn't bail or rat Tim out

Half the reason Deathstroke is being paid six figures is to stay hush

Tim isolates himself in a room that can fufill his needs for a time

Tim isn't working on a case at all. He is preforming surgery on himself to get rid of his wings, tail, and maybe other bird traits, everything short of instincts (or not, your pick lol)

After Tim is finished, he does end up needing Deathstroke's help recovering from the aftermath, but he does everything to make the mercenery believe that it was a mission that fucked him up

Tim recovers and gives Deathstroke the rest of the 75% pay

Deathstroke leaves the safehouse while Tim stays a bit longer to tie up loose ends

Loose ends tied

LexCorp learns of the stolen money and assets, tries, and fails to find where they went

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That 'Asylum' code word was meant to throw Deathstroke a false trail to follow if he ever gets curious about what Tim was getting up to during their contract

The 'visitors' was in case the safehouse did get broken into, and 'Mission Half-Finished' in the likely case Tim legit needed treating the aftermath or physical therapy after what he did

SO yeah. This could go a lot of ways

(assume when I say wings, I use it as an umbella term for all his removed bird traits)

In Tim's ideal world, he's either bury his wings where they would rapidly rot into nothing, or keep them in his house or safest, secure, and isolated place where he preserves them and looks at them to remind himself to never let anything, anything bring him down again

But he doesn't live there

Maybe the Bats find out that Tim lost his wings, and later on, that Tim did it to himself, and are promptly horrified but Tim is all like "they were pulling me back, I had to for the mission!"

Cue more horror

Esp if Jason was the one to yank Tim by the wings

Maybe whoever yanked Tim by the wings assumes it's common knowledge that Tim is birdy^2 and is confused when everyone says the Robin is human or at least has no wings

Imagine if it's not even a rogue but a goon who even has photo evidence of the Robin's wings but recent photos, he doesn't have them at all?

And word spreads a Robin literally had his wings torn from him literally and it reaches rogues and even the Bats?

All hell breaks loose

Deathstroke thinks he's safe because he was 'busy with his personal life' until he realizes the Robin they're talking about is the one that hired him and needed his help recovering from something

He is screaming, he didn't wanna be caught up in this!

Or perhaps Deathstroke gets suspicious about the possibility he's been lied to on the contract despite how squeaky clean everything seems, and gives up that 75% to confront Tim

Only to find the kid just starting or in the middle of surgically removing his wings

Or maybe Deathstroke sniffs around after Tim needs his help recovering from his mission and find's the stash of wings he's planning to dispose of or preserve

either way he's going "What the Capital F Fuck is this?"

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I think any conversation between people and Tim could be dumbed down to this

"Why did you remove your'e wings??!"

"They were a burden, besides, it's not like I'm becoming disabled am I? I'm just becoming more passing for human then ever"

"That's not how it works!!"

Ooh. Okay. I think, in this AU, most of the Bats don't have wings. The exception would be Duke and Babs (Cass used to as well, but they were taken from her). For Barbara, the bullet that injured her spine also went through one of her wings.

I think Cass, who would bond with Tim using their bird instincts and who's wings were forcibly taken, would be especially devastated.

You're absolutely correct that Tim would do such a fucked up thing, but gods does it hurt.

#dc comics #tim drake #dc universe #thank you for the ask!!!!#dc au

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kingoftheu · 3 months ago

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Welcome to Hopping Over the Bar where I keep myself accountable/sane by rewatching Amphibia while studying for the bar. If I ever miss a daily edition please feel free to @ or DM me to remind me to study.

Today I studied Contracts yet agon, both under the common law and the UCC (Uniform Commercial Code). We looked at various ways a Contract consequences of breach, types of damages available, assignment of rights and responsibilities etc etc.

Today I watched Hop Luck and Stakeout. These were pretty funny! Hop Luck is, as Hop Pop notes, the first time Anne goes out of her way to help the family out. Neat little throughline of Hop Pop's old ways. Stakeout was hilarious, even with a fairly stock plot. Obviously Anne's acid trip foreshadows stuff but have you noticed that the ending when Polly starts tripping also foreshadows a certain future electronic friend of hers?

Connection: They never do marry Maddie Flour off to Sprig. Which means they never did fufill their end of the contract with the Baker. He has several options, once a reasonable time has passed. He might sue for the value of the bread he gave them, or perhaps lost profit from selling the dough to someone else. He could also try for specific performance (ie hold the wedding), although equitable enforcement of contracts is rare. Contracts involving marriage do typically require a signed contract under the Statute of Frauds, and Sprig or Maddie might be able to disclaim. the contract upon reaching the age of majority.

#hopping over the bar #amphibia #anne boonchuy #amphibia anne #sprig plantar #amphibia sprig #hop pop plantar #amphibia hop pop #polly plantar #amphibia polly #maddie flour #amphibia maddie #law #bar exam #american legal system

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bezierballad · 1 year ago

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"Of course, I've made many contracts and satisfied many mortals' desires and wishes throughout my existence. Even now, the taste of their souls always seem to stick with me."

"If you can pardon my protruding curiosity, what do they usually ask for?"

"A grand majority of them have asked for wealth and power. Limitless amounts, even."

"Well, those things are quite worthless if that person is fated to be dead the next day, right? Humans and their impulsiveness."

"Yes, indeed. Even now it never fails to be amusing."

"…what have you gotten in return?"

"Um... souls."

"…other than that."

"Other than that, nothing."

"…Nothing?"

"Other than souls, nothing at all… I don't see what else I could possibly receive, if anything."

"Well, if you could wish for something and have that be granted, what would it be?"

"…I simply want to fufill my master's wish. If only to finally be able to consume what's been marinating in years of pain and despair… and finally sate myself. I wish to finally be able to take what's been right in front of me and yet so far out of my reach... I wish to finally be able to satisfy my endless craving for the most fine and extravagant course I've ever had... that is all."

"...Well... why wait then?"

"..."

"...I'm sorry?"

"Three years, you've gone without consuming a single soul, all because you've been hankering for something that suits only your personal high-quality tastes. Three years, Sebastian!"

"And? That's hardly even a fragment of our lifespan."

"Well, if you want it so badly, why not have it now?"

"I can't afford to break my contract with my young master now of all times. I see absolutely no reason to do so."

"..."

"...why would be as wreckless and imbecilic as to break my contract after years of progress?"

"...Allow me to put it this way: imagine you're a donkey who's looking to take its rider somewhere because they have no other source of transportation. They want to go somewhere... far, let's say. You haven't eaten in days, and your only possible food source is a carrot on a stick... and you're not even halfway to your destination."

"...I don't see where you're going with this."

"Is the long, painful journey really worth going through... if by the end of it, the carrot you've been working so hard for has gone all moldy?"

"..."

"...Sebastian?"

"..."

"W-Where are you going?"

"It's been a fine moment of tranquility dining with you, Napoleon, but I'm afraid I can't stay any longer. My master's most likely woken up by now and I must not keep him waiting for his breakfast."

"Sebastian..."

"...you didn't even eat anything."

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #sebastian michaelis #napoleon salver #my writing #writers on tumblr #kuroshitsuji fanfiction #black butler oc #kuroshitsuji oc #my ocs #so yeah idk how this happened lmao #but here's a little insight on what I envision Napoleon and Sebastian's relationship to be like.#It was originally shorter but once I started adding to it I couldn't stop lmao

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idiot-monster · 5 months ago

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"Debt"

[Rampart x Reader] Contains: feedeism. Liquid inflation (slow). weight gain. Ramya was in good spirits. The store had turned a profit this month, and She'd come out last woman standing in the last 3 rounds of the Apex Games, so the prize money was a definite boon too. Smacking her gum, she grinned idly to herself, and gave a big wave to her fellow citizens of Gaea. Ms Parekh had a lot to be cheerful about: She was the best in the games. The best shop in the outlands. She didn't even have to pay tab this month (though she totally could have. But what sucker would?) she was finally stinking rich, business was booming, and above all: she'd finally found someone to fufill her other interests. Sliding the key into the lock, Rampart entered her shop. Before ducking into the dark, clicking on the light and hastily locking the door behind her.

Ramya Parekh had always been a bit of a tomboy. Genderqueer folk tended to go hand in hand with kinks and fetishes of the more bizzare nature, and Rampart had a very specific fantasy in mind that she'd never been able to get out of her head since she was 11 years old and first learned about kissing boys, and saw the other girls in the locker showers at school: Rampart loved fatties. Nothing made her wetter than putting an unsuspecting drunk kiss on a fat boy. Or a fat girl. Or a fat whatever. But the idea of a fat partner wasn't enough, what she'd wanted for as long as she could remember was a single (she wasn't greedy, she'd take one, or maybe two) skinny little partners and feeding them. Feedism wasn't the most uncommon kink in the universe. But Rampart was industrius. Creative to a fault. Extra helpings of pizza. Extra sticks of butter? Sure. But Rampart wanted to blow someone up like a balloon. Keep them in her basement, take them away from their family, and friends. Burry them under her shop, and just force feed them until they could do nothing but sit around blimping up. A rotund, hose fed, homegrown fatty. She'd workshop whole machines and schematics. Feeding machines with weight sensors to feed her pig exactly at the moment they crapped themselves so they'd always be full. Simple stocks with gravity fed funnel hoses on pipes so her piggy could stick their head,and wrists through, get locked in. A simple metal ball would float in the funnels and sink as their piggy drank fattening cream. When each ball reached the bottom they'd touch a metal sensor around the narrow end of the funnel. Each one opening a single of the 4 locks keeping her pet in the stockade. Only after drinking all four would her heifer be able to free themselves, bloated on 8 gallons of cream, and near to bursting, too bloated and achy to move, just right for begging her for a belly rub. And it was while picking through some particularly arousing ideas, that something WONDERFUL happened in Rampart's world. Some twit freeloader came through her door, offering one of their six kids to work off the debt on some custom job or other she'd done for them. Poor plonker got slagged a week later. But the debt remained: And no one had come back for you. Rampart wouldn't DARE let you clean her shop (it wasn't dirty, it was a disorganized mess!) and she'd be damned if an idiot like you would touch her schematics. But this poor, dumb fucking cutie agreed to a bullshit contract bc they didn't know anybetter. The rules of the engagment were simple: Sit around eating. For every bit of weight they gained, a few measly dollars would fall off their debt.

Rampart slapped her thumb against a small, innocous print scanner behind a shelf of old parts. With a soft click, her hidden elevator opened. The lights of her shop powering down, as all energy was diverted to Rampart Custom's subbasement. Ramya stepped inside with a cheerful whistle, popping a fresh gumball from her favorite wrench's hidden compartment, and tossing it into her mouth as she leaned against the back of the elevator, and began to descend. The rickety, barely working cage screaching and rattling it's way down to her special project under the shop. The fake wall swung shut, rattling the parts and bins on the shelves. To bad Rampart had charged an arm and a leg for your pop's custom gun. Stepping out of the elevator with a spring in her step, her brown eyes sparkled: "Phwooaar." Her face lit up with the room. You'd gotten bigger while she was working. "Mmmmmph!" You wailed, your fat wrists taped together, your feet shuffled helplessly as the dirty worn tape around your cankles creaked and groaned, but refused to tear. You lay on your bed, staring at your owner, unable to speak with the rubber tube locked onto your face. "Hey mate. Hows the growin goin?" Rampart slapped your big belly sticking her middle finger in the divot of your belly button, and giving the round orb a massive shake. "Oooh. More jello than woman now, eh?" She teased, blowing a huge bubble in her gum, and popping it noisily. She gathered it up in her teeth and jawed it mercilessly with a huge grin. "Lets see here. Tits?" Ramya grabbed your left breast as big as her head, and squeezed it. You whined and clenched your fatty thighs around the vibrating pillow she'd bought you. "Still fat. Arse?" She pushed you, rolling you over onto your big belly, with some effort. She drummed out a solo on your legging clad cheeks, (more like huge soft pads than muscles for helping a person get around now) watching them jiggle. "Still fat. Thighs?" She cupped your left thigh in both hands, holding it like a massive sandwich, and squeezing it. "Still fat. Mate are you doing nothing to lose all this weight?" Grabbing your flabby love handles, Rampart rolled you back onto your back, and looked directly into your bleary eyes. Down your nose, still puffing on the clear rubber air line giving you oxygen, down to the dog muzzle locked to your face, and the thick garden hose pushed through the side, and forced down your throat. Listening to the hose she heard the steady trickle of cream, bread crumbs, and sugar. Satisfied your drip feed was still working. Rampart bounded up onto the bed next to you, and crossed her legs to watch you "eat". You gulped at the hose. Farting loudly, your gut so tight and full of "slop" it was trying to relieve the pressure anyway it knew how as it digested. Rampart ran a firm brown hand over your massive middle. "Mate I don't wanna be rude, but you're starting to get a bit fat."

The bed groaned, and with a splintering crash it dropped about a foot, tilting to one side as your growing girth finally shattered the bed frame. "Bah! Cheap wood, amirite? It's only stress tested for what? 500 Pounds? A 600 pound piggie like you needs a stronger bed." She grinned, slapping your fat gut several times over. "And just think, for every pound you gain, thats a few dollars less you owe me! And you're only in the hole for..." Rampart rubbed your belly, feeling it grow little by little with each swallowing gulp. Counting on her free hand, she folded her fingers running some loose math. "...well...about three million for that custom job. But hey, every time I grab your ass that's ten dollars off, right?" Rampart slipped her fingers under you, between the warm dent in the mattress, and your soft, massive left cheek, and gave your ass a big grope. "There ya go, that's 10 dollars less ya owe me. That one's on me. No need to thank me. Here's another ten off!" She began to squeeze and play with your ass, you lay, arms bound, feet bound, getting fatter by the second, and your throat full of garden hose, unable to protest or moan as the Legend played with your growing body. "Awe, mate, don't look at me that way." Rampart rubbed your straining belly. Red, lightning like stretchmarks arching across skin growing faster than it could fatten up. "It's your debt. Not my fault this is the only thing you're at. Supposed I could always put a bullet in your head and call it even." Your eyes went wide, and you shook your head frantically, letting out little terrified "Mphh" and "Nmmm!" sounds as Rampart dug into her overalls and pulled out a slick, sweat covered wingman revolver, and popped the cylinder and squinted through the three missing bullet holes at your face, before snapping it shut and pretending to thumb the safety as she drew it down upon you. Rampart could literally see your belly blowing up like a balloon out of the corner of her eye, getting rounder, and rounder, your skin groaning audibly as your flesh and the last month's worth of fat you'd gained stretched to it's limits to accommodate even more "slop".

"Cool your jets mate." Ramya laughed, tilting the barrel back so it faced the ceiling and not your nose. "Don't even have my finger on the trigger." She tapped the side of the gun with her index finger, before letting it drop, and catching it again, the revolver having spun down toward the floor, before stuffing it back into the pocket on her tangerine overalls. "Ease up susie, or you're gonna pop." She slapped your tum a few times, eliciting a gurgle into the hose, as you belched.

The hose was shoved far past your lips, down the back of your throat, passing your gag reflex. You didn't even swallow your feed anymore. a slight ammount of pressure was measured to ensure it would steadily pump without popping you, ensuring your belly was constantly bloated and round. Laying you in bed, where you couldn't go anywhere meant all those calories weren't being burned, so you simply turned sugars into fat: chubbing up in bed with nothing but TV to keep you company when Rampart wasn't down her fondling your belly, or goosing your ever expanding ass.

Rampart leaned over your big round tummy and gave it one massive hug Sinking into the 3 inch layer of fat hanging off your middle, while hugging the bloated orb like surface. Like hugging a taught balloon covered in padding. It sloshed as she set her ear against it, and simply rested. Squeezing you over and over between both hands like a huge stressball. Listing to your tummy gurgle. Listening to you growing fatter.

"Alright mate. Time to shit." Ramya Parekh sighed reluctantly sliding off your big tum, and hopping out of the tilted, cracked bed. She whistled as she grabbed your bound wrists. Sitting you upright.

Even without the binding tape, there was a chance, that soon enough, you wouldn't even be able to get up without her help anyway. Screwing up her face with the effort, Ramya tried to pull you to your feet. "C'mon piggie. Up." Her sneakers made skid marks on the cold cement floor of the basement. "I said up." Clenching her jaw and straining audibly, she pulled. "Up. Up. Up. Up. Up."

Finally after a moment, Rampart managed to get you on your feet. bending down, she ducked under the cliff of your hanging belly. Pulling out a pocket knife, she slashed at the tape around your legs. On her way up, she knelt before your big belly, and held it up a bit in both hands, hefting it a bit to feel its weight. She kissed your tummy, then took your hands in hers, and getting to her feet, she led you to your morning toilet.

"Y'know. You still owe me a lot of money." Rampart said mischievously as she sat outside the stall where you did your buisness. "And I've been thinking, at the rate you're fattening up, you won't pay off that debt till you're dead. Either old age or a heart attack at the rate you're guzzling down lard." She shivered. No. Bad Ramya! she scolded herself. "I was thinking…" There was a loud flush (the tenth one) and you emerged your belly a bit less round and bloated, a bit softer and saggier looking now that the skin had some room without being pushed to it's absolute limits with food, gas, and well…former food. "Awe. Like a soft little pillow. You miss being full yet? Don't worry, you will soon enough. We're not stopping till you're addicted to it!~" Rampart said, patting your belly lovingly, making your flab jiggle.

The Indian woman dug into her overalls and pulling out a keyfob. She pointed it at the massive feeding machine that dominated the room beside your bed, and clicked at it. The great feeding beast woke up, and the yards and yards of hose above you began to fill with thick cream, it spread through the winding tubes in the rafters, onto the portable crane high above you that ran on a track between the bathroom and the bed. In moments you watched the tube jerk and shudder as your slop worked it's way through the tanks into the rafters across the uncoiled hose stretched over to the bathroom, and down the zip tied bits attatched to the crane's chain, and then: the familiar, buttery, sugary goop pumped itself past your lips, past your tongue down your throat and directly into your gut. It started to swell slowly almost imperceptibly. A month of feeding like this had stretched your stomach to the size of a small grocery bag when empty, capable of expanding further when pulled taught.

"Like I was saying," the tomboy said, starting to walk you back to your bed. Slowly walking the crane so your feed tube walked with you. "I think you need some help mate. Like, performance enhancing help." Rampart eased you back into the bed, and to your embarrassment, you realized you were sweating, and out of breath. It felt good to be "home" as it were, back in the soft sheets, and the fluffy bed. She'd placed a few well cut steel blocks under the frame to prop it level again while you'd had your morning bathroom break, and replaced the bedding too. It felt heavenly to be honest, and there was a sour, empty feeling in your tummy that was gnawing at you. Feeling the familiar bloat of the liquid felt good.

Oh fuck. Were you getting used to being her pet plump pig? Your body was hungry. It hurt to be empty. Secretly, though you'd never admit it to your owner: You wished the hose would hurry up and fill you up. To take away this awful gnawing empty feeling you had in your pillow stomach. You held your belly and felt it balloon as Ramya kept talking, scrubbing the sticky gunk off your ankles, before drying them and taping them up again.

"I've got this hormone, right? Sort of thing they use to get cows fatter than ever. Helps feed whole colonies in the outlands, right? Anyway. About four shots. Four little bitty shots and I…"

You blinked and realized she was talking about injecting you with some untested cow stuff to make you even fatter, faster.

"Mate, c'mon. It'll be fun. You're already a useless lump. Laying around literally eating into my profits." Rampart coaxed.

You shook your head. No! No drugs! No chemicals! No shots!

Rampart, put a firm left hand on yours, and rubbed the back of it with her thumb. Leaning into the bed she cupped your face in her free hand, and tried to sound reasonable: "MATE. You're in the hole for a FORTUNE." She bent over, and kissed your fat chest. "Five bucks off. On me btw. Don't thank me. Just have another you welching freeloader." She mumbled very quickly very softly, before burying her face in your tits again, and sucking on their fat through your shirt. "Call that an even 25. But mate, even with all these generous freebies, you're never gonna gain enough pounds to pay off your debt." Reaching into her black tank top, she pulled a capped syringe out of her bra and shook it at you. Popping her eyebrows a few times, she gave that stupid gap toothed smile. Eyes twinkling again. "C'mooon. Four little shots. If you don't like them we'll stop. But mate, I'm tellin ya the sooner you pay off your debt…you don't want to sit around here getting fatter, and fatter, and fatter until you're so morbidly obese you can't even move do you?"

Your heart thumped loudly. No! No! You didn't. Wait. You didn't. So why were you suddenly so excited. Why did her words…

Your eyes flicked to the syringe. Ramya could see the gears turning in your head as you ran the math.

"C'mon, you're in the hole for millions. You're already like 600 plus pounds. What's a few more if it works off that debt faster?" Rampart teased, letting go of you, as she began to retch the silver duct tape open, and wind it over and under your unresisting wrists, taping you up again.

You lay, bound by your wrists and legs again. Staring at Rampart goading you into taking a probably illegal, potentially hazardous shot. Well. For humans anyway.

"C'mon. You just have to get a little fatter, a little faster. This thing'll give you the appetite of a 900lb bovine. Would I give ya something that could kill you? I mean. I want you big, jiggly and helpless. I want you bigger. You want to get bigger-"

At this you tried to deny it again, shaking your head vehemently.

Ramya rolled her eyes: "You're my pet until the debt is settled. I want you bigger, you need to get bigger. Just four little shots. What could they possibly do, except make you a waddling land whale?"

She quirked here eyebrows, a silent question.

You hesitated, then hung your head in defeat.

Rampart let out a whoop, and punched the air. Uncapping the shot, she flicked the needle and squirted a bit for air bubbles. With a relish an mania that terrified you, she leaned over as she plunged the needle into your fat.

"Oh ho ho ho mate. You're going to get so fucking huge. And I cannot wait to watch my porker pork up. You think you're fat now?"

You watched the plunger bottom out and a single tear trickled out of your face. Something told you, whatever happened next would change your fucking life forever… End of part 1

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