#today's going greaaaaat

[chaoswillcalmusdown]

having to be home from work for medical reasons is causing the mountain of work stress to just build up on me bc apart from handling the physical lessons, nobody is doing all the shit that needs doing. nobody's answering my emails etc etc

and i can't get 2 words out of my principal unless i physically go to his office and he's not in a meeting

which is obv difficult since i've been home from work for like. several days now

and being stressed about it and having only like. 2 hours of non-lesson time tomorrow will make it harder for me to go looking for him. bc i'll only have 2 hours out of the whole day to do all the shit i need to do to somewhat catch up

and then i need to prepare for the sub on friday when i'll once again be home for endometriosis reasons

and then i'll fall behind again

[thewinchestah]

"PREY" - Alastor x reader fic

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Tags: One-Shot, 18+, Smut, NSFW, edging, begging, overstimulation, Alastor does what he wants, there's plot if you squint really hard, alastor in heat, breeding kink, degradation kink, praise kink,

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Word Count: i lost count. it's big.

  | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

A/N: Helloooooo!!! I write a lot but i never publish it! My lovely friend and also biggest inspiration for this fic @smallershorteranduncut ordered me to post this and i'm nothing but her loyal servent! I hope you guys enjoy the fruits of me writing 10 google docs pages today while i was enraged. Also english isn't my first language, no beta we die like men here yadayayfayada! enjoy <;3 (UPDATE!) Part 2 is now up!

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Everything about the Radio Demon seemed to be designed to make you desire him, want him. Many times in ways you weren’t even ready to admit to yourself. You haven’t been in Hell long, that’s true. But ever since you manifested here you felt like someone had picked your brain open to make Alastor the perfect bait to lure you into even more sinful, sinister paths. 

He had an inexplicable magnetism around him, a piercing presence that made your eyes stuck on him when he worked a room. He had you bewitched and you hadn’t share more than polite pleasantries with each other since you became a guest at the hotel.

Today, again, you were transfixed in his gaze. Sitting in the corner of the hotel lobby, trying to make your embarrassing attraction to him go unnoticed while Alastor waltzed across the room explaining more of his wicked plans to Charlie. God, how you wish he had his wicked way with you. 

He seemed more… on edge today. His red eyes  glowed a little brighter, his nostrils flared a bit more, static filling the room more often, he was smiling with almost barred teeth, and everyone seemed to be avoiding him. Even Charlie was trying to politely dismiss him, the general feeling of uneasiness inside the hotel  just growing larger when Angel stationed himself near your little corner of the room. 

“Don’t go near that creepy motherfucker today, he’s about to lose it.”  Angel alerted, almost whispering, a pair of his hands making the “crazy sign” near his head 

“Isn’t he always creepy and about to lose it?” Husk added, staring at the exchange between the radio demon and Charlie.

“I’m telling you toots, I know that guy definitely isn't normal, but today he is borderline a mass extinction event. I swear, he’s just waiting for someone to give him the excuse” Angel replied, confirming your suspicions. Something was off.

“Uh. Well, about that, I think it’s time we rescue Charlie” 

As if on cue Charlie turned to the corner of the room, gesticulating really hard to be taken away from the small commotion her conversation with Alastor was becoming. 

“Hey Charlie, do you remember that thing with the hotel’s… personalized stationery you asked me to help you today? Let’s do it!” Said angel gently guiding Charlie away from the Radio Demon.

“Guess that’s my cue Alastor! Greaaaaat chat! As always! Have a nice day!! Byeee!” Charlie’s overly chirpy tone giving away her uneasiness. 

Suddenly it felt like all the air was taken out of the room. Alastor’s neck turned into an ungodly angle, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. Static grew around the group, almost suffocating. As your vision went blurry from the sheer power that was being evoked, you contemplated if there was another afterlife. Preferably one where you didn’t inherit a death wish from your previous ones.

And as quick as it started, it was over. 

Alastor just said a creepy “hm” turned on his hell, and walked away. 

It almost felt like it was all in your head, but your friends standing perfectly still and dead silent next to you gave the reality of the situation away: everyone just had a near death-death experience. Maybe it would be a good topic for Charlie’s bonding exercises, who knows with this place. 

“I told ya’ll. Mass. Extinction. Event. Stay out the psycho’s way”

Angel’s voice became background noise in your head, your eyes focusing on the spot where Alastor just threatened everybody’s life without saying a word. As the voices dissipated around you and normalcy slowly returned to the hotel, your mind sank deeper and deeper into the mystery that was the Radio Demon. 

-

They were so oblivious, so naive. Thinking he wasn’t listening what they said about him behind his back. Thinking he was unaware of him being the topic of the discussion when he wasn’t looking. He could bathe in the smell of their fear, and he was relishing it. 

Alastor stared at the new pretty little thing that arrived at the hotel. Oh how pathetically sweet and innocent she was, thinking she was being subtle about her infatuation with him. Thinking she could hide her interest in him, when she was nothing but a doe caught in the headlights of his eyes. Oh, she was just the perfect prey for him, wrapped in this lovely red bow she wore on her hair. 

Angel was right, he was just waiting for an excuse, and she just offered him one on a silver platter. And alastor was everything but a coward. 

-

You cursed a little bit louder than you intended when you saw the blood dripping from your finger. “Stop. making. a. spectacle. of. yourself” you mentally screamed. You still could not figure Charlie’s “special stationary stapler” out, so stapling your finger was bound to happen. 

Even though it was not much, the silly little cut was stinging like a bitch, and your best efforts to stop the bleeding were futile, considering the mess on the hem of your skirt. Still high on the adrenaline from earlier, your shaking hands searched for something, anything to put on your finger so you could continue your work without anyone noticing. Everyone already had enough for one day, it was fine. 

“My dear, did you just hurt yourself?” Alastor’s voice invaded your ears. Oh, fuck. That’s it, he was going to murder you for being so incompetent with the damned stapler.

Turning to face him, you meet his piercing gaze, not sure if you should run and scream for help. “Oh no worries alastor, it’s just a small cut, i can manage!” you give him your most confident smile. 

Alastor’s head tilts, eyes burning red as he watches the small droplets of your blood make their way down your index finger.  

“Nonsense, I can't have my staff running around with injuries and bloodied clothes. We are in hell, but we are not savages, dear” He seems transfixed by the blood, and you are too scared to move, too scared to anything other than hold the weight of his gaze and hope for the best. Your lizard brain is screaming for you to run, ask for help. Maybe Charlie isn’t too far away, could you make a run for it? Somehow your survival instincts override your brain, maybe all those hours watching true crime back on earth weren’t in vain, and you decide against running. Let him initiate first. 

He catches your wrist, trapping it inside his deadly claws. His face, towering over you, comes all the way down to inspect the offending finger. You can feel his breathing on your skin. 

Your breathing stops. You swallow an imaginary lump. He’s gonna bite off your fing-

“Would you be a doll and let me take care of it? Blood being unnecessary wasted truly abhors me” 

You must have said yes at some point, you don’t really remember, now you are holding the red handkerchief he handed  you, answering his request to “please follow him”. Trailing behind the Radio Demon, both of you walk through the large corridors. 

This might be the time to scream for help. the voices inside your head warn. With every step of his feet you hear his microphone going tsk tsk tsk where it touches the ground. You are walking the death row, the paintings on the wall chanting “dead woman walking, dead woman walking”. 

“Keep pressuring the wound darling, we are almost there” he gently commands you, too gently… it feels almost… soft, pleading. The way Alastor goes from 0 to 100 is giving you whiplash. 

He slows down, reaching for the door knob of an unknown room. Ever the gentleman, he gestures for you to enter first.

the door locks behind you.

 if i’m being murdered, at least i’m being murdered with class. 

“Don’t be silly, I’m not going to murder you” Alastor says, almost singing the last part of the sentence. 

“Oh fuck, i said that out loud, didn’t I?” you blurted out 

“Yes you did. And yes, I also noticed your lovely doe eyes on me every time i’m in the room” 

Your brain short circuits. That 's it. You are dead. He’s not going to murder you (apparently), but you are going to die of embarrassment. It will feel like murder. He knows, fuck, he knows. He knows about your crush (?) and he’s going to drag you for it. You are going to be so dragged the angels will pity you and bring you to heaven. A creative way to be redeemed, Charlie should know about this. Your thoughts are going downhill as a big snowball, there are too many of them and you can’t follow a single coherent train of thought. You don’t even want to know how you look in the middle of this. You must look pathetic, truly like a doe caught in headlights. And then you hear your name once.

Twice now, in a sing-song voice.

Your eyes fly open towards the sound, breaking from the anxiety induced spell as you realize the Radio Demon had just called you, by name. He knows your name???

“Ah hahah! You’re back.” Alastor says, as he starts to circle you like a predator. Your eyes, as always, follow his across the room.

 “I don’t like to repeat myself, little doe. You heard what I asked?” 

Again, you don’t really remember answering, your brain is going AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA as you watch him pace around you, eyes burning red, demanding your attention. Teeth slightly barred, voice on the edge of something. Was that “X” on his forehead always there?

“I asked if you know what you are doing to me” static fills the room as he finishes speaking. Alastor’s clawed hand trapped your bloodied finger dangerously close to his grinning lips. Your brain is doing flips as he stares deep into your soul, and when your thoughts land you make the connection. Alastor is horny. Alastor is horny for y-

“You see, little doe, I know what your eyes hide when you desperately lower them everytime I come near you. I know how you feel you can hide in plain sight if you stay quiet enough. But I can taste it. Your fear. Your lust. In the air. In your blood.” He has a white knuckled grip on your wrist now, same with his microphone. You lower your guard, eyes going from startled to lustful. “Good thing right now there’s nothing more i want in this godforsaken pit than your lust, pet”

You want this. There’s no point in lying to yourself. You want Alastor to fuck you. You’ve fantasized about the Radio Demon taking you more times than you can count. More times than you would like to admit to yourself. This feels deeply wrong, but you crave it. 

Fuck it, you are in hell, there’s nothing to lose. Alastor is still watching you, impatiently. For the first time today you realize you actually forgot to say something. He’s waiting. Alastor is waiting for your permission. 

“Take my breath away, Alastor” 

Your permission might have been really loud, it felt like you were screaming the words. But you can’t be sure, it might have been a whisper. Either way he didn’t miss it, what happens next is fast, angry and delicious. 

Alastor pounces and licks the blood on your finger, something clicks inside him as he tastes the red liquid, because he lets go of his microphone instantly and his arms grab your waist aggressively, so forceful you wouldn’t be surprised if it breaks skin. You shouldn’t be so turned on by this, by the sight of a psychopathic demon drinking your blood. But you are, and there’s no going back. 

“Strip” he orders. You want to say to him that you can’t take your clothes off your person with him holding you like this. He must have realized the conundrum: if he wants you naked, he has to let go of you. To Alastor, letting go of you right now is simply unthinkable. So he doesn’t: you feel his claws cut the bodice of your dress open, sending the most delicious shivers down your spine. Another claw rips your skirt apart, and you are almost fully naked in the Radio Demon’s arms, pressing your body hard on his still impeccable dressed body.

It’s humiliating, it’s dangerous, it’s hot, it is delicious, to be at his complete mercy, just how you always wanted.

Somehow both of you made your way close to the enormous bed in the middle of the room. Alastor cornered you, so the only way you could escape was walking backwards towards the bed. The brilliant bastard. 

You feel your calves hitting the edge of the bed, and Alastor breaks away.

 Pity, your mind complains. Get him back to touching you again. right. now,.

“Now now, we should establish some rules for this, pet” Alastor’s hands might have stopped touching you, but his piercing eyes never did. He knocks you on top of the bed, you lay there sprawled open just for him. His hands move up to do a quick work of his bowtie

“Rule one: you will take what I give you. Nothing more, nothing less. What I give you is enough. You might feel like you can’t take anymore, but you can. You will take it, I will make you take it” He takes his tailcoat off, his frame towering over you, even with your body completely flat on the mattress and his in front of it. 

“ Rule two: every ounce of your pleasure is mine and mine only. Mine to give, mine to take. And you will give me everything. I want to hear every sound, to feel every touch, to know every nasty thought that runs inside that pretty little head of yours. You will not suppress anything, I wanna hear your moans when you make a mess of yourself as I take everything I desire from your delicious body. I will relish on your desperate screams of pleasure.Nothing outside these walls matter” He is climbing on the bed now. You hold the weight of his gaze, underneath your demonic lover’s eyes your skin burns.

“Rule three: don’t you dare cum without my permission, good girls earn their orgasms and you will be a good girl. Or else…” static starts to pick up around the room, you are seeing the blackest black that ever was, his shadows enveloping you both. Nothing outside these walls matter. “Understood?” Alastor says as he pins your hands on top of your head, against the fancy headboard. His hand cups one of your boobs and he is worrying your nipple between his sharp claws. finally finally, your mind sings. You feel a surge of magic binding your wrists in green chains, attached to the headboard. It’s overbearing, it’s ridiculous. His magic feels like him, another part of him for you to take.

He pinches your nipple particularly hard and you moan softly, pleasure and pain consuming any other sensation. You forgot to answer him, you realize. You’ve barely started and you are already being bad. “yes alastor, yes.. but please don’t stop” the soft whimper leaves your lips.

“lovely.” he replies, and with that his mouth is on your nipple, sucking it while he administers his wicked ministrations to your other one. His sharp teeth prickling on the edge of breaking skin, and you already feel like you won’t be able to take all of him. 

His hand trails down to aggressively grip your thighs, his tongue sucking the neglected nipple his fingers left. Your moans become frequent and messy, if he’s already making you go insane with the beginnings of foreplay... You might pass out and die when he starts fucking you, but you don’t care. Let him show you the true meaning of la petite mort.

“My my, what do we have here” his hand leaves your thigh to trace the wetness of your panties. A clawed finger rips it apart, the last barrier between you and total consumption by the Radio Demon. He takes the finger between your glistening lips, not entering, just teasing 

“I don’t think i will get enough of this pretty little body of ours anytime soon, pet” he says as his finger finally enters your sex, He moves his digit with an expertise you didn’t really know he had in him,  making you whimper his name, ooohs and aaaahs, your hips start threshing from the pleasure. If you continue at this pace, you will be  begging for permission to cum too soon. Pathetic. you think to yourself. Because you know how hard this building orgasm will be,you don’t know if he will grant you more than one orgasm. And will you murder you yourself if you don’t feel his cock inside you tonight. You take a deep breath in between your moans and will your hips to stay in place, your nerves to calm down. 

Alastor adds another finger, and it takes all of your willpower not to become a puddle of wetness right there. You bite your lip so hard you taste blood. 

“you do make a mess of yourself, don’t you? you just can’t help it” he says as he curls his digits inside you. Your hips start thrashing hard again, and you sink them deeper into the bed. The chains on your wrists shake with the effort to hold back. As if alastor wasn’t going to notice. “no no no what did I say?” he snaps angrily, he’s eyes flash red at you and he takes his fingers out with a wet “pop”, you feel like crying at the emptiness. “please please alastor, don’t stop” you plead. His hands leave you entirely, you are left with just his piercing gaze, the one that makes your skin burn. “did I say you could hold back? don’t pretend like you aren’t a common whore for me, that you love how pathetic it feels that you are creaming yourself and we haven’t even really started” 

his condescending tone just makes everything even more sublime. It’s so wrong how good being told you are nothing more than a common whore by the Radio Demon feels. But you never felt anything close to this. “please Alastor” you beg again, nothing but a small whisper

“I would love to taste this pussy, so red already for me, but since you broke one of the rules… i’m afraid I will make you understand that are nothing but my pretty cockslut the hard way” 

Punishment? His punishment sounds ever better than his praise right now. You moan at his voice. He laughs. 

His knees cage you, as he lifts his upper body from you and starts undoing his zipper. He is taking his cock out. Oh fuck, he’s gonna fuck you without anymore foreplay. And he’s not going to be gentle about it either. You shiver. 

Alastor pumps himself a few times, his cock is big, thick, and an angry red shade, flush red like that, because of you, just for you. He’s gonna make you pay: pay for holding back from him, pay for making him feel like an animal and almost losing his hard constructed control. 

The look on his face says it all, he’s gonna take it out on you and you can’t do nothing about it.

You don’t have much time to think about the repercussions, in one swift motion his tip is already inside you, stretching you deliciously. Your brain short circuits again, the feeling of his cock inside you is everything you imagine and more. Depraved, heavenly, delicious. You struggle in your binds again, you want desperately to touch him. To feel his skin beneath your finger, to scratch him, mark him. But oh well, he’s the Radio Demon, he’s the one in charge and you are his prey.

Alastor starts to slowly enter you, he’s trying his best to hold back. He knows if he does this too fast it will hurt in a way he doesn’t want you to feel. And by the look on his face going slow is as torturous for him as it is for you. tantalizing inch after tantalizing inch he spreads the walls of your cunt apart. You understand now why this is punishment, it hurts in a perfect way, it hurts even more that he is doing it slowly, and not just thrusting like you imagined  he would, if he had more time to work on you. 

You become a mess of moans and incoherent words. His cock is halfway inside you now “HoLY FUCK ALASTOR” you scream. It’s already too much. 

“There’s nothing holy about this my dear. I’m going to breed you. I’m going to break you” and with that he buries himself to the hilt inside you. Now you truly scream in pleasure and pain “you won’t be able to walk straight for days, you will feel me in every step, and you will thank me for it”. His thrusts pick up at breakneck speed, the bed shakes from the sheer force that Alastor is using to fuck you. Every snap of his hips you moan more and more. 

The sound you make when he takes everything out and enters you at once is so obscene that it would make Angel Dust blush. He’s growling now, his antlers growing bigger as he fucks you like his life dependend on it. As he fucks you like he hates you. 

Alastor pushes your hips higher, and suddenly he’s even deeper. His other hand holding your waist in a bruising grip. The strain on your pinned hands will bruise too. His lips graze the skin of your collarbone, he looks so feral you are scared he will maul, the thrill of not knowing adding to your fucked up sense of pleasure. 

He seems to pick up on your fear, and bites down on your collarbone, hauling as he tastes your blood and buries himself inside you again and again. Moans turned into screams, and the only thing coming out of your lips is his name, spoken like a profane prayer. You would give everything you have to Alastor, and he doesn’t even have to ask.

Your orgasm has been building for a while now, the coil on your belly becoming tighter and tighter, like a supernova about to be born. “Alastor, please please let me come” you beg. His unfocused eyes stare down at you, as he takes a moment from feasting on your sweet blood to address your desperate, sweet pleas.

“Don’t. You. Dare” he says, punctuating every word with a sharp thrust. As much as you want, you are not sure you will be able to hold any longer. “I beg you alastor, please let me cum, i will let you do anything you want. but i need it so badly, please please”

You sounded so desperate when you begged, so beautiful.

“Don’t strike deals you don’t know you can fulfill, pet” his voice is low, a warning. You ignore it. “I promise Alastor, anything”. Alastor laughs.

 his finger touches your clit as he finally allows your sweet relief “you may come now, sweet doe” and that’s it, you are off, you are dead. You see stars, you see the entire universe as you scream out and climax. Walls tightening around Alastor’s monster cock, eyes rowling, his name a scream on your lips. You ride out your wave slowly, but Alastor is not slowing down.

Instead he is picking up his pace, maneuvering your hips even higher, your chains are stretched to the limit. You can feel them start piercing your skin. Thrust after thrust the sensation becomes too much, you are too overstimulated to go through all of this again.

“i can’t take it, i can’t take it!”

Alastor doesn’t care. “I told you not to make deals if you can’t hold them, didn’t I?” You don’t answer, you can’t. you can’t to anything but let him fuck you as hard and as much as he want. “but you are such a little cockslut for me that you can’t help it. What a shame” 

He is gripping your hips so hard it breaks skin, tiny trails of blood on his claws. “you will take it. You better take it, or I will make you take it” static picks up as he threatens the last words. You know you are spent, you know how bad it hurts, you know how bad his words sound, but the lines between pleasure and pain are so blurred that you can’t think coherently. Even this  pain of being broken feels good. 

Still, tears fill your eyes and you start crying, from pleasure, from pain, you don’t know anymore. What Alastor is doing to you has no precedent. No one can do this like he does. He knows torture too well, and he is tortouring you in the most decadent, delicious ways possible. “alastor i want to, i want to so bad but i just can’t” the tears sting your eyes and stain your face. 

Alastor sees it. He slows down just a bit, his voice softening “oh my dear doe, but you can. Just this once more, just for me. One more” his voice is so maddening soft it acts like fuel to your tears. Your skin tingles and you feel giddy, somehow your throbbing hot, wet cunt seems to find the right amount of relief, and you can feel only pleasure again.

Alastor continues to fuck you, your moans returning to normal, you are being so loud now, making a mess of yourself, just like he said, and a big hand comes to cover your mouth. 

“Oh we can’t have you being this loud can we?” his voice goes to that delicious mocking tone. His thrusts are slower now, but as deep as they can go. “what would you friends say if they found out that you moan like a common whore for their feared radio demon.. hum,.?”

You start to feel the pit of your belly tightening again, and alastor doesn’t stop humiliating you. The degradation feels just the right amount of perfection. You are exactly what he says you are. A common whore when it comes to him. “weren’t you ashamed just a few moments ago? trying to hold back the sinful sounds you make when I touch you? I already gave you one orgasm. I’ve been way too generous for my liking. I should stop right now since you feel so conscious about this”  Alator’s breathing is becoming erratic, his thrusts sharp, hard, and out of the breakneck rhythm he was torturing you before.You start moaning even louder through his hand. “ungrateful little pet. You are just so greedy for one more orgasm, you don’t even care that everyone downstairs can hear you hm??”

You can’t think straight. you feel on the edge of glory, this orgasm threatening to be harder than your previous one, as if it is possible. “alastor i’m so sorry, i know i don’t deserve it” you muffle behind his hand, he hears you speaking and takes if off “but can you please let me cum? just this once? just for you. Please Al” his thrusts are truly erratic now. He’s close too, even though you are too wrapped up on your own sensations to notice 

“please” you beg, nothing more than a whisper. Already making peace with the fact that you are going to come without his permission and he will probably never fuck you again

“Good girl, you can come now”

instantly as you are granted his permissions your world explodes, blinding hot pleasure takes over your body, the waves of pleasure making your heart beat so fast you feel like it’s going to stop. The petit mort is coming, and her sweet embrace envelops you, specially now that you feel Alastor’s cock twitching and spilling his seed inside you. You scream his name. Maybe you hear him screaming yours too. You don’t know anymore, your nerves are singing from pleasure unheard of back  when you were alive. Pleasure so great it could only be found in hell. The most heavily, depraved way of torture. 

You come down from your high, still dizzy, your body going limp. You are not dead, but you are positively spent. You give in into the warm and fuzziness of sleep. 

The last thing you remember is the softness of a blanket, a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“Oh my dear, I knew you had one more on you,spending yourself this way just for me! What a truly precious thing, doe”

You might be dreaming now.

-

You weren’t dreaming. Alastor praises you, knowing his words will be the last thing you hear before a night of peaceful, deep dreamless slumber. He makes sure to put the softest velvet blanket he owns on your body, not to make the damage you gladly allowed your body to take for him an inconvenience. Tomorrow you will wake up to fancy letters of praise and sweet chocolate covered strawberries. And no one will know how Alastor found the perfect doe to breed as he pleases during the height of his mating season.

[lovexjoe]

The reader is a famous actress and dated Jacob for 3 years / ended he finds out he has a child at the bb4 premiere one year old

The ANGST 😭

You and Jacob were dating for 3 years till you guys called it quits…well he called it quits. Your relationship was very private so he appeared single to the world. It was half your idea and half his idea. Apparently his manager said it helps if he appears single cause it draws more attention to him. After shooting Bad Boys Ride Or Die he barely returned your calls and was just acting completely off. You couldn’t believe that someone you knew since high school could treat you like this, but fame will do it to ya. You let it be and took your loses.

2 months after the breakup you found out you were pregnant. You left endless calls asking Jacob if you guys can just talk in person one last time. Without context, you sounded desperate but you just didn’t want the potential of your phone calls being leaked. You managed to grab a job in the music industry under a stage name. You produced a few beats for the movie and with that you got invited to go. Greaaaaat. You didn’t really have a choice either cause your management needed you to get more exposure.

You birth a beautiful baby boy all by yourself and today on the day of the premiere he was one year old. You did a few interviews while your baby sitter had Alex inside away from the crowd

“Omg Y/S/N you look stunning tonight! Congratulations on your baby boy turning one today!” The interviewer gushed over a few pics you posted of Alex earlier.

“Awww thank you so much, it’s insane that he’s already a year old. Time flies!” You continue chatting it up with each interviewer. Happy that everybody was really sweet and respectable. You didn’t realize until the last interview that Jacob was right behind you in line for interviews. You felt his eyes on your back. Oh fucking great.

You hurried your way through the crowd hoping you could lose him. When you made it inside you cut the corner to go to the bathroom but you felt a hand grab your arm. He pushes you in the family bathroom, locking the door.

“Y/N do you want to explain to me, why the fuck I wasn’t informed that I have a child?!” Jacob’s jaw was clenched and it was the first you really seen him pissed off. But you know what? So tf were you.

“Oh hi Jacob! Maybe if you returned the 20 missed calls I left you asking to speak to you, you would know! You don’t get to be pissed! You left me! I did all of this by myself and I fucking hate you for it!” At this point you had tears streaming down your face. All the pain, lonely nights, sleepless nights: rushed to the surface.

It broke his heart that you went through pregnancy alone. He was crying as well. He couldn’t believe he missed this crucial time with you and his son.

“Y/N I’m sorry just please please let me make this up to you.” He pulls you close, wiping away your tears. It would be wrong to be petty in this situation cause Alex needed his father.

“I’m not gonna make this easy on you.”

“I understand. I fucked up but I need you and my son. I lost too much time already.” You nodded as he pulls you in for a hug.

You two fixed yourselves up, walking out the bathroom hand and hand. You met up with your babysitter and Jacob couldn’t believe his eyes. You gave birth to a baby him.

“Alex meet your daddy!” You placed Alex in his arms and he was immediately in awe. Alex was already giggling and grabbing Jacob’s face.

You were hurt, yes. But you wouldn’t change this for anything.

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[liightsout]

the blue - part eight

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✯ summary: the boys head off for the Bahrain GP ✯

✯ pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!oc ✯

✯ content warnings: none ✯

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mattieryan just posted on their story

danielricciardo sent you a message

danielricciardo mattieeeeeee you're killng me here

danielricciardo pretty girl

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mattieryan family

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adamjames22 we've lived in the flat for 2 years and this might be the first time you've used the kitchen properly

↳ mattieryan gotta get my muffin fix somehow

↳ danielricciardo what's a boy gotta do to get one of those muffins

↳ mattieryan win a race 🤭

↳ danielricciardo on it boss 🫡

gia.ryan99 thanks for hanging out with me!!

↳ mattieryan any time angel 🫶

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mattieryan good luck to these two hooligans

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landonorris mattie 😳 you were sent these in confidence 😳 why u gotta do us dirty like this 😳

↳ mattieryan you both look cute!!

↳ landonorris yeah yeah sure 🤨 also adam has told me i'm supposed to say thank you 🙄 so thank you 🙄

danielricciardo thank you mattie 🤍

↳ mattieryan 🤍

adamjames22 what am i? chopped liver?

↳ mattieryan i literally just spent an hour on facetime with you, what more do you want from me? 😐 ur so NEEDY 😐

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f1paddockgossip New photo of Danny and Lando posted on Instagram earlier today ahead of the Bahrain GP. The photo was posted by the friend of one of the Mclaren mechanics Adam James. Not much is known about the friend, Mattie Ryan, all her social media profiles are on private. A source close to the Mclaren garage tells us that Ricciardo may have a close friendship with the mysterious Brit. Will post any updates when we get them!! xoxo

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user1 greaaaaat, Danny's not even been at Mclaren for a week and this girls got her claws in lol

user2 such a cute photo of them!! was she with them? will she be at the race?

↳ user3 adam posted on his story that he had been on ft with her so i assume she's at home? they must have sent her the photo or it's not from this weekend

↳ user2 ohhhh ty for clarifying!

user4 does anyone know what her insta is?

↳ user1 it's mattieryan - but if you want to see more about her you're better off following adamjames22 his account isn't private and he posts about her a lot

↳ user2 stop searching for info on her, it's such an invasion of privacy! if her account is private then we should respect that!

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user5 surely if she's going to date either of them it'd be lando? he's more her age? danny's gotta be like 6/7 years older than her? bit gross if you ask me

↳ user2 no one asked

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✯ authors note: hey angels! sorry for the delay in getting this posted, i've been super busy last couple days. saw the 1975 on wednesday and noah kahan yesterday so i'm suuuper tired.

i'm also in a state of despair cus danny ric broke down in my hometown yday and was at my local supermarket getting the car fixed and it's just a lil too close to home for me :( :(

hopefully gonna get part nine written tonight/tomorrow so shouldn't have to wait too long.

hope this quick lil social media chap is ok in the mean time! ✯

[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 3243

second day went well! i parked in the garage across the street and i was happy to not have to pay for parking. lots of quizzing and more information. i remembered a few people's names, though. so that's good.

it was a lot of information download, yknow? just information overload tbh. so i'm glad i ended up being mostly fine. i'm glad they're quizzing me every day. it helps.

after work, i actually went home. i talked to my mom a little before i got there, and when i did get there i got to show her my badge and i ended up going upstairs to put some bandages on the warts on my heel. kinda yucky.

also today at work, my tummy was bothering me, so i went to the bathroom.

i'd started my period.

greaaaaat.

but this company actually likes its employees, so there are free tampons and pads there for people to use. i'd never been so happy to see a maxi pad in my life 😂

anyway, after work, i noticed something wonky with my vision, which i spent the afternoon and evening trying to describe to google to get the right response out of it. rip.

i ended up calling my eye doctor to make an appointment that's in july, but i'm gonna call tomorrow to see what i can do about coming in earlier to get it looked at.

anyway, i got to spend time at home and we had burgers.

i'm at joel's, and he's being silly. i'm happy i have him, even though my body is rejecting the idea of existence.

[remmushound]

Bay/rise 22!! This one is mostly just cuddle filler since I might not be able to do much else today. @selfindulgenz @errorfreak88 @brightlotusmoon

Donnie never got easily irritated, but this whole situation was pushing him toward his limits. He didn't mind sharing a sleeping area with his brothers; he hardly slept anyway and he had his curtain he could always draw for at least some type of privacy. Sharing the living room and kitchen and dojo and gameroom on a daily basis wasn’t nearly as taxing as it could have been. Not even sharing the bathroom with four mutants that ate like linebackers was enough to put a damper on his mood. But this was.

He didn't want to say anything. Guests were guests even if they crossed lines he wasn’t comfortable with, and it wasn’t like he could just tell them to go home. Still, seeing this other Donatello make himself right at home in Donnie’s lab, taking over his machines and his tech and his space. The only private space Donnie had! It was enough to make his stomach churn, but he bit his lip to avoid an unnecessary altercation. That was more Raph style anyway…

“Hey.” Donnie said suddenly, biting his lip as he approached the working softshell. “Uh— hey, you’ve been through a lot today. Maybe you and your brothers should go rest?”

Donatello didn't respond for a while.

“Uh— hey did you—“

“I heard you.” Donatello’s eyes didn't leave the screen, glancing between the different tabs he had open of traffic cameras throughout the city.

“You still looking for your April?”

“What do you think Dingdon?” Donatello growled.

Donnie growled, but calmed himself with a deep breath as he pulled up a chair beside the other mutant. “What does she look like? Two sets of eyes can look better than one.”

Still without looking up, Donatello’s spider arm reached into one of his battle shell pockets and pulled out a series of polaroids. There were five pictures, all of Donatello with a young, black girl with medium tone skin and burgundy hair pulled back in tight braids against her scalp. She wore red glasses and her eyes were such a dark, rich brown that they almost seemed black at first. Donnie could feel the breath leave him at the sight of her, his chest tight and mind numbing for a moment.

“Wow…” He cleared his throat, “Eh— how old is she?”

“Seventeen next month, though I don’t see why it matters.” Donatello said absently.

“Is she em… single?” Donnie hated that he was asking, but he couldn’t help himself.

Finally, Donatello’s focus was broke and he stopped typing to stare at Donnie with a look of pure disgust. “She’s gay.”

“Ah.” Donnie felt his heart drop. “Okay.”

“You know what?” Donatello stood up and stretched, “I think I will take a nap. Can I trust you not to perve on my sister if you find her?”

Donnie blinked. “Sister?”

“Answer the question dum Don.”

“Oh uh— yeah— of course.”

“Greaaaaat.” Donatello’s voice was laced with a faux appreciation, “Thank you soooo much.”

~~~~

Despite his best efforts, Donatello couldn’t sleep. He had been given Leonardo’s bed, so the blanket and sheets were tolerably clean. But they were painfully light. Every slight movement had the blanket brushing lightly against his skin, agonizingly gentle to the extent that it made him want to rip his own skin off. He had managed less than ten minutes under the weightless blanket before he stood up unable to handle it anymore. He’d just have to go without sleep until he could get back under the safety of his own weighted blankets. What was a few sleepless nights anyway? Boredom urged him on to try and find his brothers.

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Sleep always came easy to Raphael and this time was no different. He had made a nest on the floor made out of the blankets generously donated to him by the mutants that hosted him, and he happily buried himself plastron-first into their comforting embrace. Heavy-lidded eyes opened as he felt his arm being lifted, but he didn't really care about it until he felt a weight start to climb under his plastron.

“Don? What’re...doing…” His words came out slow and sluggish with sleep.

“You’re my new blanket.” Donatello said. “Deal with it.”

“Okay.”

Raphael shifted his weight slightly so he didn't rest fully on the softshell, laying his broad head on Donatello’s immensely tall one. Donatello gave a happy groan at the weight and rested his chin on folded arms as sleep came far easier.

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Raphael was stirred again by a gently prodding on his forehead, this time only opening one eye to view his annoyance. It was Michelangelo looking quite sad for himself with tired eyes and a frown. They didn't have to exchange words. Raphael simply lifted one arm and allowed the box turtle to snuggle up under his it before giving him a gentle squeeze. Michelangelo gave a relieved sigh at the familiar embrace and rested his head in Raphael’s fleshy armpit.

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Raphael didn't bother opening his eyes when he felt another presence looming over him, simply lifting up his free arm in invitation to the red eared slider he knew was there. Wordlessly, Leonardo slid into place and rested his head on Raphael’s bicep, folding his hands behind his head. 

“Thanks Raph.”

“I am but a humble blanket.” Raphael muttered through his sleep before he was fully reclaimed by the darkness once more.

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Splinter couldn’t help but watch the spectacle curiously. There had been many times that his own sons had come home from a particularly stressful mission and simply passed out in a pile not unlike this one, but none of those times had been quite like this. Raphael, covering his brothers even in his sleep. The three smaller mutants at the mercy of Raphael’s incredible weight. Yet the easily-hurt softshell rested so easily under the snappers plastron, and the slick slider let down his wall of comedic self-preservation to embrace the cuddles, and the easily-startled box turtle showed so much trust in one who could crush him at any moment. Complete, utter trust in each other and in the protection offered by their leader.

“Curious. Very curious.”

[patchofsunlight]

Aw I get how that feels but there’s a lot of great things about you though don’t forget that!! 🥺❤️

How did the presentation go? I’m sure you did great!! Aw I wish I could’ve played 😩 I got a ton of assignments today for my art class and half of them were due today and I didn’t know so I spent like the past 6 hours working them.

Thank you so much!! Same goes to you too! :))

AW okay good!!

Ouu you’re making bnha sound really interesting I’m gonna check it out tonight if I get all my homework done! 😂 I’ll check out those other animes too!

Ou I started watching Haikyu the other day! I’m only on like ep 5 though lol

Yes ofc I’ll let you know what I think of it as soon as I start watching it!!

Honestly my day has been kinda stressful but that’s cause I stress myself out really easily when it comes to school 😕 but I’m okay right now. I’m gonna practice singing and work on more homework after loll

What about you? How are you and how was your day? What did you do? -🌙

baby 🥺🥺🥺 thank you but stop otherwise i’m gonna CRY

the presentation was alright?? my teacher said my group chose a relevant topic and that we presented it very well which kinda made me laugh bc we half-assed it so hard oof LMAOOO

and honey don’t worry!!! we can play some other time!!! please take care of yourself and try to take breaks so you don’t overwork, alright?? school is important but your health is more important!!

BNHA IS GREAAAAAT I LOVE IT!!!! i literally finished it today and i’m,,,,, simping for hawks......... so hard. i love it idc it has problematic shit but other than that it’s 🥰🥰🥰 AMAZING and i have a lot of THOUGHTS

is haikyuu as good as people say it is??? now that i finished bnha i’m like. so inclined to start it lolololol

oh baby :(( school really is stressful tho, and it’s normal for you to feel that way. just please please please take care of yourself!!!! we have to work hard but hard work is fruitless if we don’t make sure we’re alright, too. did that make sense??? lmaooo!!! yes rest and do things you like please!!!

i’m fine?? my school is fucking things up so the students are planning a movement LMAOOO these bitches wanna come back to school when brazil is still fucked up from covid and we wanna die yk but not like this so we’re planning a riot and an official letter towards school and just. a lot of stuff i love my classmates oof

but today was quite alright!!! i didn’t do much really!!! but like 🥺🥺🥺 today i messaged one of my friends bc we haven’t talked in a while so i asked him how he’s been and he said “i’ve just been missing you” and i. bro when i tell you i almost CRIED!!! THIS IS WHY I HAD A CRUSH ON THIS BOY FOR LIKE TWO YEARS!!!!!!! HE’S BABY!!!!! i don’t anymore tho bc i confessed and he was like oh. oh no i’m sorry oh no so i was like ohhhhg okay fmwkdkwkak E N WAYSSS

but yeah i didn’t do much?? just watched bnha and presented my school thing and listened to people’s ideas so we can overthrow the school board and kill the principal 🥰🥰 i’m kidding but only partly

i hope you had a great day babe!!! i love you!!!!!

[spoonssporksandknives]

Social Distancing - Nine Days In

So as a means of dealing with isolation and chronic illness and the PANDEMIC that’s going around, I’m trying to blog more.

If you’re new here, I’m Heather and I’m immunocompromised or immunosuppressed – whichever term you prefer, the answer is yes – and I’m currently social distancing with my child and partner in our lil’ condo in Central Florida which as of this morning, has no official social distancing, sheltering-in-place, or other protective orders in place to deal with the pandemic of COVID-19.  We also have people littering the beaches here in spite of the pandemic, which is just...greaaaaat. Yeah you'll survive your illness but will your Nana, y'all? Or your friend whose pregnant? Or in cancer treatment?

I don't think people really understand how many immunocompromised people need them to not. Or just how many of us there are. It's not just "medically interesting" people like me. There are a wide array of immune-related illnesses – some acquired, some genetic – mine’s genetic, and keeps my body from generating the proteins on the surface of white blood cells that allow them to “remember” which viruses and bacteria we’ve encountered before.

Basically my immune system is amnesiac, which is not a great thing at any time, but particularly not right now. I spend a lot of time at home, and even more so right now. Lots and lots of handwashing too. Our child is an adult, but he has a variety of diagnoses of his own, and more than a little anxiety about this, particularly since I almost died when he was 14. I don’t think it occurred to me until I woke up and saw him just how serious it was.

You never want to see your teenager looking haunted by a near death incident, y’all.

But: back to today. I’ve been really ill – I have IBS as well as primary immune deficiency and asthma, and I’ve been flaring, probably at least partially due to stress. It’s not all bad – my partner normally works a lot of hours and right now is home and we’re getting to enjoy this bit of time together. We’re also coping by spending time with longer distance friends, playing Cards Against Humanity online.

Aside from these things, we’re trying to keep busy. My partner is reorganizing our home office, such as it is (small). We already had grocery delivery because of my condition, so we were set there. We already have a warehouse membership and we’re making good use of it. When we went last week, we got a huge bag of potatoes, some oranges, a big bag of chicken legs, bread, etc. I want to see if we can get a bag of rice – sushi rice is amazing when my stomach is cranky and I want to get more of it if we can. We’re thinking about hitting the Asian market for it because people are afraid of shopping in Asian businesses right now, which makes literally no sense but here we are.

The proprietor of our local market across the street is delightful and I bet she’ll even have eggs, which have been AWOL on every shopping trip my partner has taken since we had to hole up. Granted, this is not much because we’re afraid of me getting something secondhand, but anyway, the moral of the story is don’t be racist y’all.

The amount of panic buying going on is ridiculous. People are acting like there’s a damn hurricane on, and there’s not. JFC I hope they get this under control before hurricane season, can you imagine what it’ll be like if there’s a major hurricane in the middle of this shit? I don’t even want to contemplate it, but I’ll have to soon – hurricane season is just a couple of months away.

Okay I’m going to stop this train of thought before it makes me more anxious than I already am. I’m not actively panicking or anything but every so often the sheer fuckupedness of the situation gets to me and because I have it anyway for the chronic nausea, I think I’m gonna hit the cannabis. Vaped of course. Because WTF lungs.

Hope you’re all well and that your loved ones are as well,

H

[pickledh]

Ah great now I gotta go through today feeling like fucking shit about myself just coz I joined a fandom too late....

...greaaaaat 😒

[xia-sketches]

HOLY CRUD, TODAY’S FRUITS BASKET EPISODE

Like

YAAAALLLLL

I FREAKIN LOVED IT!!!

Okay, so a bit(???) of spoilers ahead for the episode, so just scroll past this if you haven’t seen it yet

HOLY CRAP, IT WAS AWESOME! I haven’t read the manga yet, so all I know about the reboot episodes are from the 2001 anime and

holy crud

I loved each and every single episode of the 2019. They were all so beautifully made and all the scenes that they added in were great!

And today’s episode

glob today’s episode was really, really great

I can’t even express myself the way I want to cause I have a really hard time speaking/writing what I have to say

All in all, it was great. The interactions with the characters, especially Kazuma with everyone, was nice

The way Tohru didn’t have to be convinced to go to Kyo

No confusing plot points or anything of the sort for me

And of course the hug between Tohru and Kyo was GREAAAAAT!

Now from this point forward, I have no idea what to expect. I think everything will be entirely new to me!

I mean, idk if they’re going to show where Ayame works like they did in the 2001 anime and I think I might know about two other things that might happen later on like the manga

But other than that, this is uncharted territory y’all and idk about those who are like me and haven’t read the manga, but I’m super excited to see what’s in store!!!

So, yeah, that’s it lol

[shut-up-im-jay]

I’M SO FRUSTRATED

TODAY ON TUMBLR I SAW A GREAAAAAT SET OF GIFS AND I THOUGHT FUUUCK I WANNA WATCH THIS SHOW AND NOW IT’S MIFNIGHT AND I’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS POST FOR HALF AN HOUR NOW I’M JUST SO FRUSTRATED I DON’T REMEMBER WHAT SHOW IT WAS FROM

pls help... it was gifs and my brain only recalls the dark blue of most of those gifs. It was a bout a guy getting shot from a passing car and apparently it was a really good whump bc it went for three whole episodes and I really wanted to watch it...... also I remember thinking ‘that’s fbi related’ so maybe it is. Anyway I’m just gonna go to sleep but I hate this.

[symbioteburnout]

Okay, so, I was hoping to keep this bottled up and off of any of my media posts, but, I need to vent.

So, at work today, a guy got in an accident. He tripped and fell and hurt his tailbone. Normally, this wouldn’t be much of an issue, just report the accident, say what happened, maybe get sent home, the end.

Only problem was, he tripped while he was operating one of our Lift-Trucks, specifically one called an ‘Order-Picker’, which requires the driver to wear a safety harness.

Here’s a picture of the machine for reference.

Basically, the machine can raise itself to reach stock on the higher shelves, but while driving it, you have to be wearing a safety harness that hooks onto the top of the machine to, obviously, prevent falls.

The guy who slipped was not wearing his harness.

He didn’t die, the Order-Picker wasn’t even raised, he was on the ground, tripped, tried to grab the machine to stop his fall, broke off one of the safety handles mid-fall, and hit his tailbone on a palette.

He came to me to report the incident but, I have no first-aid training, and I’m not one of the people on our safety-committee, so I didn’t know what to tell him other than, sit down for a bit, and wait for someone on the safety-committee to come in and check him out. One of my cousins, and my Aunt are both on this committee.

So while he’s reporting it, my cousin comes to the receiving department, where I am, and asks me if I know anything about the incident. I tell him I only know what the other employee told me, that he was on the Order-Picker, tripped, and fell on his ass. When my cousin asked me if he was wearing his harness, I told him I didn’t see him wearing one when he came to me.

But I also mentioned that this guy pretty much never wears the harness anyway. I even admit that, around this warehouse, a lot of us haven’t been wearing the safety harnesses when driving the Order-pickers, not unless we’re actually going up in them. If I’m driving on the ground, I usually don’t put it on, but if I have to raise it to reach a higher shelf, I put the harness on.

A big rule about these machines, one that we’ve neglected a lot lately, is that if you’re driving an Order-Picker, you need to have your harness on, doesn’t matter if you’re going up or not.

Anyway, after talking with my cousin, my Aunt comes out to the warehouse, the guy who fell had to submit his accident report through her. So she asks me the same thing my cousin did earlier.

Did you see anything?

No.

Was he wearing his harness?

No.

That’s not what he told me.

So now I find out that the guy in the accident lied when reporting his own accident. Greaaaaat...

I explain to my aunt the same thing I told my cousin, this guy never wears his harness and usually disregards safety procedures while using the machines. I’ve nearly been hit by him a few times while he’s been operating one. I also admit that a lot of us in the warehouse haven’t been wearing the harnesses unless we’ve been going up the shelves on the machines.

So management is definitely gonna bring the hammer down on us for this.

But it doesn’t end there.

This day is just full of stresses, from a backlog in work because we’re down the injured guy, and two of our other guys called in sick. Later, I find out the upper-management has been checking the camera footage of the incident too. A bunch of the guy’s friends at work have also been on my case about dropping the bomb about employees not wearing their safety harnesses. Do they really expect me to lie to my Aunt???

So I finally head home, I had my phone off the whole time. I turn it on, and my answering machine is full of messages from the injured worker. He’s pissed, because the company is now ‘harassing him’(his words, not mine) about the incident. An incident that could have been prevented if he’d just followed basic safety rule.

I realize this is pot calling the kettle black, because a lot of us haven’t been wearing them, but this guy is starting to drive me up a wall. He keeps fucking calling me, I blocked his number, but he can still leave me messages.

I don’t know what to do anymore.

[meatymidnightmultiverse]

Chapter 3 of this self indulgent shippy thing. Been just a thing in my head for a bit of wanting to do something with these two dorks that I really enjoy.

And that wait seemed to drag on through the week for the both of them. Chie was all giddy about trying out a new place, even if it wasn’t with their full group of friends. Still, that didn’t stop her from talking a bit about it with Yukiko, who joked about it being a date, something that made Chie try to play it off as best she could. It didn’t drag her energy levels down, but it did start to make her think about the whole arrangement further and somewhat confused the poor girl about her own feelings about her friend if this ended up being a ‘date’.

The wait along with seeing Chie excited about it seemed to give Yosuke an extra bit of motivation to work his butt off at Junes, something that ended up not going unrewarded in the long run with a small bonus given to him by his boss/father who handed it over to him with a tease about treating his girlfriend with it. At least it wasn’t out on the floor and instead in his office, so some face was saved as he tried to deny he was dating anyone, even through that knowing look Mr. Hanamura was giving his son.

The day finally arrived. A small time off of school meant they could spend the whole day out if they wanted to, which Yosuke took as much of an advantage of by arriving in the midmorning hours on his scooter. Chie’s parents heard his approach and couldn’t help but tease their daughter about her boyfriend arriving for their date. Quickly pulling on her sleeveless top, snatching her helmet, and rushing out the door, the kung fu enthusiast was red faced as can be after hearing those comments.

“What’s up, Chie? Your face is about as red as Yukiko’s shirt.” He greeted her jokingly, adding a wink before scooting up a little in his seat to make a little extra room for her.

“Sh-shut up and drive.” Chie mumbled as she hopped on, causing the bike to lower just a little bit with her added weight. “It’s just my parents giving me a bit of hell.”

“I know how that feels. Dad was poking fun at why I was working extra hard this week. Ah, better hang on tight.” The warning came right before he revved up his scooter to get them going. Her arms tightened around his waist and he could feel the pudgy core of his friend being pressed against his back.

The ride wasn’t too long out to the city, but it was a little more embarrassing than the both expected it to be. With her clinging on to him like that, it really did give off the image that they were more than they claimed to be, and might incite a few rumours from the townsfolk that saw them on their ride out of Inaba. “Sorry about that, I guess I didn’t think this all the way through.” Which was only a partial truth. He did think about her being pressed up against him, but not entirely about onlookers or the repercussions of them riding through town.

“It’s fine, Yosuke. What’s wrong with two friends hanging out?” Came her reply with a smile, trying to ease some of the tension. Sure, they’ll probably deal with people talking, but that wasn’t super important. If anyone asked, she’d just tell them the truth... once she completely figured out what said truth was. Whatever, today was about this restaurant and hanging out. “C’mon, Yosuke, let’s get going already!” With as chipper mood as she can muster through the muddled thoughts she’s been afflicted with, she’s pulling on his arm to get him moving. Reading the mood, Yosuke’s started walking and takes the lead to the address their grey haired friend had sent him.

Upon arrival, both of their jaws dropped at seeing the sign advertising what type of place the establishment was. “All you can eat buffet! Including our specialty of grilled meats from around the world!” Of course, once it was registered in both of their heads, the pair had a differing set of reactions. Chie’s excitement levels shot through the roof, her love of meat was well known by all of her friends and plenty of people in town. Yosuke on the other hand had a palm on his face while he was sifting through a few thoughts. ‘How in the hell did he know? And which part did he know exactly? Was he expecting me just to bring Chie or to tell everyone about this? Wait, no he said something about bringing a date... Greaaaaat, that either means he knows about my interest in bigger girls, my attraction to Chie... or, knowing my luck and his seemingly infinite knowledge, both’. Being pulled from his torrent of questions, Yosuke comes back to the world with an all to bubbly Chie tugging him inside, a look of joy and ravenous hunger plastered on her face. All that bounciness caused a bit of extra jiggle in her frame that served to entice him just a little further. Yeah, Narukami had to know something, but that’s going to be tucked to the sideline while they’re spending time here.

The doors were opened and the scents of every meat in the house nearly sent Chie into a feeding frenzy. Stars in her eyes and a thin line of drool dripping down her chin, Chie’s struggling to hold herself back. It was something that brought the jovial smile back to Yosuke’s face while he fished for his wallet and paid for the both of them. It turned out to be cheaper than he expected, which was a relief and a half to him. Maybe if she enjoyed it well enough, they could just come here regularly along with seeing a movie at the theater here. “Alright Chie, I paid, go ahead. I’ll find us a table.” And off to the races she went, likely with eyes bigger than her gut for the moment as she’s piling up slabs of meat onto her plate. Beef might be her top favourite, but she still has quite a bit of enjoyment for various others. And it’s not like she’s outright skimping on veggies or rice either, but they’re certainly on the backburner comparatively to the mountain of savoury goods that her carnivorous side needs to tear into. As soon as she had her stack of steaks and such, she turned back towards the tables and found Yosuke waving over to her.

Planting her rear down at the table, she’s all too eager to get started, only stalling for a moment as Yosuke comments. “Man, looks like you really hit the jackpot. By the way, they took a drink order, you don’t mind Dr. Salt NEO, right?” Shaking her head in response, her mouth already too full for her to speak for the moment. It wasn’t quite her favourite soda, but that didn’t mean it was a bad one to her. Besides, even if it were a poor choice, the taste of her food can drown it out. Speaking of which, the mouthful she had now elicited quite the ecstatic groan from the girl. Narukami really knew how to pick the place... but why did he tell Yosuke and not her about it? He knew that she had a love affair with this stuff, but he still set Yosuke up for this instead. Weird... Ah well, think later meat now. And on to consuming she did, only stopping periodically to take a drink from her soda, which only served to rile her gut up just a bit more with the carbonation mixing in with all the grease and sauce from her food, countless calories compiling beneath her chub.

Yosuke sat there and enjoyed a bit of his own plate, sticking a little less to the meat reliance she had but not entirely straying from the path either. Once again, he found himself enraptured by the sight of her crazed feasting, more visible now with her not having a bowl upturned to her face. The little bits of grease sticking to her cheeks and chin, creating a thin layer upon her lips and giving them a little shine in the lighting. Even with the impressive amount she had gathered, she was making quite quick work of it all, her soft tum starting to round out with every bite she gulped down in her hasty hedonism. Heart racing and face ablaze, the boy hardly even noticed the waitress stop by to refill their drinks, only cognizant enough to give her a polite thank you whilst entranced. Noting that her first course was nearing an end, he jumped up and offered to gather her next plate himself while she finished this one off. It took her aback a little, but if it meant she didn’t have to worry, maybe it would be nice if he went ahead and did that. Besides, it’s not like her choices were a secret and maybe less moving would be good for her to relax while she’s working on digesting all of this.

Up with a leap and a spring in his step, Yosuke’s picking out the best looking items that he can think of, from prime cut steaks to well grilled pork, to even finding some sauce slathered chicken, he’s balancing a fair amount onto one plate. Part of him thinks it might be a bit much, but at the same time he knows she can handle it all fairly well. His eyes roam back to his glutted companion, who has her gut steadily starting to peek out from under her shirt and bubble over her tight shorts. Splatters of grease and small chunks of meat coat her cheeks and chin quite nicely, a layer of perspiration at her brow... the poor boy could hear his heart thumping away and ringing in his ears.

Returning to her side, he sets the plate down before her and pushes the now emptied one to the side. There was a gurgling sound coming from her gut, and he could swear something was starting to bubble its way back up her throat. Unable to resist it further, a loud “UUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP” blasted forth from Chie’s lips, and her face lit up in a brilliant shade of scarlet. Yosuke looked at her in awe, eyes wide open and mouth agape as his brain short circuited for a few moments. “ ‘scuse me...” She mumbled before sheepishly getting to her second platter, trying to bury her shame in meat. “It’s fine, Chie! I-I mean, it’s natural...” His voice was shaky at best, peppered with a hint of arousal that he really hoped she hadn’t caught. “Uh... r-right.” Came her reply... oh she noticed and had no clue how to process it. ‘Way to go, Yosuke... had to make it weird.’ He admonished himself as he sat back in his chair.

Halfway into her second plate, Chie looked up at the clumsy boy and had to try to clear the air, at least a little bit. “Hey, Yosuke? Um... are you... do you...” It was rather hard trying to find the right words to say about this subject. Hell, anything like this normally she’s not used to, let alone... well, this. He knew it was coming at this point, and hearing her stumbling in her words made him feel even worse. Leaning in, she lowered her voice to a whisper, bearing a bit of her girth against him in the process. “D-do you enjoy... watching me eat?”

There came the knockout blow to his pride. Seems she figured it out after all. Granted, he knew she wasn’t entirely dumb, and figured she would at some point, but he had hoped it would’ve come a little later. His own face ablaze, he gives her a nod. “Y-yeah... I do. A-and... I like... w-well, this too.” He makes to motion at her engorged gut, but in the process his finger sinks into it slightly, eliciting a surprised, yet slightly pleased sound from Chie. Unfortunately, his brain doesn’t process it and he almost spills out of his chair. “Ah, crap, sorry!” He shouts a little too loudly, drawing attention from some of the other patrons. “N-no, it’s... it’s fine. It... felt kinda nice.” Unable to stop her thoughts, she pressed a little more into him. “I-is it just me you enjoy like this or...?” She left it open, as her mind ran rampant on asking what the hell she was even saying.

“W-well, yes and no? I mean... remember when you caught me at the bookstore? There was a book on... plus sized models in that bag too. B-but lately... I dunno, more of my thoughts have had you in them. Wait, that doesn’t sound good either.” As usual, he ended up putting his foot in his mouth. But this time, he hasn’t found himself on the end of an ass kicking that he expects from her. Instead, she’s shuffling in her chair a little bit. “Wait... do you... not mind I think about you like that?”

“Well, a little bit, but only because I know how much of a perv you can be... but at the same time... I didn’t expect me to be... well, in those kinds of thoughts.” Her emphasis made him wince a little bit. “You kidding? I mean, you’ve always been pretty cute and those legs are amazing!“ Yosuke... no...

“Wha? Y-you mean you’ve thought about me beyond just... well, that stuff too?!” There’s genuine shock in her voice as he sheepishly nods and is still ready to get the crap beat out of him, but the kick never comes. Instead, it’s just the two of them being awkwardly quiet outside of the rumblings coming from Chie’s gut. “Maybe we should head back home and talk about this rather than here in public.“ Yosuke offers and Chie feels inclined to agree to it. It didn’t seem right to discuss this in front of people, even if they didn’t know anyone here. Leaving a tip on the table, the two of them leave, hopping onto Yosuke’s scooter for an all too awkward ride back to Inaba, with her stuffed tum now being pressed into his back.

[kittyslashers]

didn't sleep well last night, my legs are flaring up, and to top it off i have to meet new people today.... today is gonna go greaaaaat

[candylani-draws]

When Evil Conquers YT - Chapter 2

Character List: https://candylani-draws.tumblr.com/post/177562446573/when-evil-conquers-youtube-character-list

Cover Art: https://candylani-draws.tumblr.com/post/177562290268/hey-peeps-im-so-excited-to-be-re-publishing

Wattpad Link: https://my.w.tt/rTElIdf6MP

Deviantart Link: https://www.deviantart.com/pandaserules97/gallery/67161703/When-Evil-Conquers-YouTube

(READ THIS FIRST!!) Important Notes: https://candylani-draws.tumblr.com/post/178727812658/when-evil-conquers-yt-important-notes-about-the

Prologue Link: https://candylani-draws.tumblr.com/post/178859191453/when-evil-conquers-yt-prologue

Chapter 1: https://candylani-draws.tumblr.com/post/178892439558/when-evil-conquers-yt-chapter-1

WARNING - This chapter uses high levels of offensive language, including insults and nasty comments about these certain Tubers. I obviously do not hate these people, this is just for story sake. If you feel that you are going to be offended by the words here, just skip to the end. Thanks!

Anon: "Ladies and gentlemen, I am here to announce my purpose for joining this occult!"

He leans down to inspect the pages, then opens the large book to the page he was looking for, a large slam echoed the rooms. In it lies a cell phone, and he pulls it out.

Anon: "Now, as I load my information, allow me to give some context. Most of you are aware of a popular video website called 'YouTube', correct?"

Lucifer: "You mean that stupid website that forbids copyrighted material and is full of pampering, self-absorbed morons?"

Anon: "Yes, exactly! And don't forget about ad revenue!"

His YouTube app has loaded, and he begins to search, both for his content, and in his notebook.

Anon: "Now then, I have four specific specimens who I believe deserve a bit of a punishment..."

Lucifer: "Ooh, what kind of punishment?"

Leader: "Have patience, Lucifer. We cannot have anything done if we rush into it..."

Anon: "Ah, here we are!"

Anon flips over several pages and reveals a large list of names.

Anon: "For 7 years, I've putting all of my time into this YouTube matter, finding out who and what is popular during different eras, and today, I have found the perfect victims. Now, if you look at this list, it reveals YouTubers that I wish to see be taken down by my command! Most of them are the gaming community, just a heads up."

The list was insanely long, and each of the names contained some sort of extra name beside it. From the looks of it, it seemed that Anon wanted to take these Tubers and...change their names? The first 4 caught everyone's eyes.

List of Dumbasses - 2016

1. VenturianTale → Jimmy Casket

2. JackSepticEye → AntiSepticEye

3. Markiplier → Darkiplier, Yandereplier, Authorplier, Googleplier

4. Pewdiepie → Lucius-pie

Anon: "Let's see here, ah! VenturianTale, the first channel on my list! To keep this simple, I'll make a demonstration and start off with the first four names, to warm us all up. If this is a success, we continue this tradition every October!"

He pulls up a video of some brunette man wearing a blue hoodie, screaming like a girl at some stupid animatronic animal jumpscare.

Anon: "Now then, here's out first Tuber, Venturian, aka Jordan Frye, a American guy who is known for playing Gmod and has 2.43 million subscribers. Even though that's not a large number compared to other channels, it still eludes me how a man in his 20s spends his time playing stupid mods with his retarded siblings. Yes, this isn't a solo channel, he has 3 other siblings who are equally guilty of this cringeworthy dungheep."

Random Occult Member 4: "No wonder they only have less than 3 million subscribers..."

Anon: "However, there is something that caught my attention from them during my studies...on their Gmod murder series, Venturian has created an original character named 'Jimmy Casket', a crazed murderer who happens to have some sort of personality disorder. It's a long, boring story as to why that is, but the point is...whenever Jordan plays as Jimmy, it seems to be one of the few times he goes insane and turns into someone else...someone dangerous...someone...evil.."

Random Occult Member 2: "Interesting..."

Anon: "Now, onto our next Tuber..."

Not even 3 seconds into the next video, and several of the Tubers covered their ears in pain from obnoxious singing and shouting. Luckily, Anon came prepared as he grabbed powerful earmuffs during his searching.

Anon: "Is the ear bleeding done?"

Everyone: "TURN THAT SHIT OFF!"

Anon: "With pleasure..."

Anon took off his earmuffs and paused the video. From the screen, and the audio, this Tuber is European man with bright green hair and a VERY loud personality.

Anon: "Our next Tuber is JackSepticEye, aka Sean McLoughlin, an Irish gamer with 12.36 million subscribers. I have no idea how the hell he's able to scream and shout for more than 20 minutes without a sore throat, but that is a gift he should never have been born with. This man is irritating, and he seems to overreact to every little fucking thing he plays! And he's friends with an eyeball that's LITERALLY septic! He's FRIENDS with a toxic fucking eyeball!"

Random Occult Member 2: "Greaaaaat, as if this man wasn't unlikable enough, now he's a gross slob..."

Anon: "...Riiight...now then, despite his annoyance, he also has a darker side to him that, this time, was created by his fanbase. Since his YouTuber name implies that he's all septic, it only makes sense that his dark side implies that he's antiseptic, and it's quite an irony. Recently, some of Jack's videos are giving canon appearances of this alter ego, and it helps give one a glimpse of what his true design looks like..."

Lucifer: "Ooh, now THAT is something I would KILL to see!"

Anon: "...Okaaaaay then...Next up is the pure definition of a manchild. Do not be fooled from his appearance."

The next Tuber who was on screen was an Asian-looking guy with an extremely American accent, red dyed hair, square glasses, and a skin tight shirt, playing some horror game about a rabbit.

Anon: "This here is Markiplier, aka Mark Fischbach, and this is another American Tuber here, with 14.55 million subscribers."

Random Occult Member 3: "Ooh, this guy has quite the bod..."

Anon: "Hey, remember what I said earlier? This person may look handsome on the outside, but inside, he's a scaredy-cat and...a bit of a crybaby...He's also really stupid."

Anon fast-forwarded the video, and the man screamed loudly and flew backwards in his seat, with his jaw dropped to the floor.

Anon: "See what I mean? Oh, and this guy seems to have a weird thing for boxes, considering he's friends with one."

Anon then clicks on another video with the man playing with some sort of small box creature with a big baby face and cartoony hands, and they're making stupid noises and faces.

Lucifer: "How in the hell did he even-?"

Anon: "It's best not to ask right now. Besides, I didn't get to the real meat here. Mark is unique, because he has not one alter ego, but FOUR!"

All Members: "FOUR?!"

Anon went into his photo album and pulled up a collage for 4 characters that looked eerily similar to the manchild.

Anon: "You heard me right, 4 alternate egos! The main one, and the most iconic, is his dark side named...Darkiplier...I know, hilarious. This ego has an interesting history. He originally started off as Mark trying to be "scary" to his audience, and this soon turned to a whole new persona. The last time Dark was seen canonically on-screen was a video named "relax", but I've been hearing rumors about the new appearance of Dark; it consisted something of him being all black-and-white, in a formal suit, and 3D effects..."

Lucifer: "Wouldn't that be cool to see?"

Anon: "Ha, tell me about it. Now then, the next persona is known as 'Googleplier', and this one is pretty recent. From Matthias' video 'Google IRL', Googleplier is a real-life Google machine who can answer any question, along with having an obsession with destroying mankind...to be honest, this one is my most favorite. Unfortunately, Googleplier has a retarded weakness against too many questions."

Nobody said a word, but they all seemed to have some sort of prediction that Anon is, in some way, similar to Googleplier's personality.

Anon: "Third one has a bit of 'style', if style meant a weeb who wants to kill everyone for their lover. This is 'Yandereplier', but I'm calling him Yandere Mark for short. For those who don't speak weeb, a yandere is a character in anime who acts nice but kills peers behind their love interest's back. Yandere Mark actually started once Mark started playing an indie game called 'Yandere Simulator'. Basically, the game is shit, and the developer seems like an asshole. But this persona has definitely intrigued me. To have a fake persona to hide your true identity from the one you love? Seems like the perfect ego to hide crimes."

From the weird smile/grimace on Anon's face, the group was wondering if Anon has dealt with a "yandere" before.

Anon: "Last persona is a lesser known one, but holds great promise. Meet Authorplier! Honestly, he doesn't have an official name besides 'The Author', but I'll be calling him Author Mark for now. This persona was created back in 2013 in a mini-series called 'Danger in Fiction'. Honestly, most of the videos consist of stupid, immature potty humor, but the parts that I find to be BRILLIANT is the character's appearance and his power to write stories to torture his victims. See, with Author Mark, he has a special book that plans out the victim's fate, and he wants the victim to follow it, or else he'll end them faster with his bat."

Lucifer: "Now THAT one is my favorite!"

Anon: "And FINALLY, the last YouTuber on this list is..."

Anon quickly went back to his YouTube app and typed away, and everyone was anticipating for who was the last Tuber.

Anon: "PewDiePie, aka Felix Kjellberg! Not only is this guy the biggest gaming YouTuber, he is the biggest YouTuber of all time, having 48.17 MILLION subscribers!"

Random Occult Member 1: "48 million?!"

Random Occult Member 2: "He could have his own country with this many people!"

Lucifer: "This guy must be rich for playing games all day!"

Anon: "HOWEVER! I must point out that Felix does not play as many games as he used to in his hay day. Still though, he is no exception...the fact that this annoying Swedish man can entertain or cause controversy for stupid games or unlogical statements is beyond me. If there's one thing I cannot stand about him, it's his enormous ego, acting like he's a mighty god. He kind of reminds me another YouTuber, I think his name was Joke Pole, but he's not a gamer."

Random Occult Member 3: "What's Felix's alter ego?"

Anon: "Ooh, now this is a tricky one...see, Felix doesn't have an official persona like the others, especially since none of them have a canon appearance or voice. However, one I did choose is similar to Yandere Mark and Jimmy Casket, where this one is based off a game that Felix played named 'Lucius'. See, 'Lucius' was a game he played back in 2012, and it's about a boy with the powers of Satan; his main objective is to kill his family members without causing suspicion. For a while, people loved Felix playing as this demon-writhing kid, and he seemed to take on the personality quite well, although he had a strange obsession with a beach ball."

Leader: "I see..."

Anon: "And that's everything I wanted to say! I only have these personas, but these people have a SHIT ton of more personas than I could count, a lot of them were fucking stupid. I only chose the ones that caught my eye, which were coincidentally the popular ones."

Lucifer: "The power of shitty fanbases..."

Anon: "And this is only the start...once I make these personas a reality with a special recipe I have made, they will cause havoc, ruin the reputations of these YouTubers once and for all! These are only with 4, imagine what it would be like with every other YouTuber gamer, or YouTubers in general, big and small, destroying the platform and taking down Internet entertainment with it!"

Everyone gasped and stared in awe as Anon caught his breath from all his speaking.

Anon: "So...am I in?"

[daily-rubbersoul-redux]

Mae closed her locker, before heading down the hall. Alright, lunch, halfway through the day... Just had to get through the rest of today's classes, go meet with Satsujin-sensei, and then she was free. She could go home, and then spend some time with da-

She paused her thinking as her phone started ringing. Ah. She ducked outside, before answering the call.

"Hello?"

"Hi Mae dear, I uh... I have some bad news."

It was dad. "....Let me guess. Something big came up at work, and the you have to stay late?"

".....Yeah. I'm so sorry Mae, I know you were looking forward to this, and I-"

"It's ok dad, really, I understand." She smiled, even though he couldn't see it. "I mean, someone has to keep those clowns you work with in order, right? So go get em, we can go get dinner any time."

He let out a small chuckle, though it still sounded a bit guilty. "Ok, ok. Thank you for understanding. And to make it up to you, I'm going to take the whole weekend off, and we can go on a trip wherever you want. Sound good?"

"Yeah. Thanks, dad."

"Of course honey. I'll see you when I get home. Love you."

"Love you too, bye."

After they had both hung up, she stared at her phone sitting in the palm of her hand. Great. Now she got to be all alone on the night that represented her moment of failure. Juuuust greaaaaat.

....At least she still had her meeting with Satusujin-sensei.

Maybe she should talk to him about... how she was feeling. Other kids did it all the time so it couldn't hurt.... Right?