#I'm a bit scared to go back the last time I had my teeth cleaned they found a completly new tooth in my mouth

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Chapter 33 of human Bill is still the Mystery Shack's prisoner:

Stan takes Bill to get fillings from a creepy dentist in the back of a white van. And also they're handcuffed together the whole time.

Hijinks ensue.

Stan was startled from reading the paper by a shrill up-and-down whistle. Bill trotted into the kitchen, his voice a singsong lilt: "Incoming!"

Stan lowered the paper to glare at Bill. "Still doing that, are you?"

"Of course! I'd hate to scare you." Bill took the chair across the kitchen table from Stan. "Gooood morni—"

"Go away." Stan determinedly returned his attention to an article about the deathball arena construction.

Bill laughed. "You're funny. Anyway!" He noted Stan's plate of eggs and salsa was hidden behind his newspaper, and quietly slid the plate across the table as he spoke. "I need you to do me the teensy, tiniest little favor—"

"Nope."

"Take me to your dentist."

"No." Stan didn't even lower his newspaper. "The last time I took you anywhere, you almost made my niece cry, my brother left a Shopliftaholics Anonymous flier on my bed, and all I got out of it was a crummy ring. You wanna go somewhere, talk to Soos."

But, Bill noted, Stan was wearing said crummy ring. "Spend a day with that loser?" He rolled his eyes. "Please. I'd rather pry out my fingernails."

"You'd probably enjoy that, you freak."

"Not the point." Bill stuffed half an egg in his mouth. "Anyway, it has to be you. I need fillings, and Dr. Illing does them for free."

Stan squinted over the top of his newspaper. "How do you know about Dr. Illing?"

"What part of 'all-seeing eye' don't you get?"

Dr. Illing was a wandering dentist who spent the warm summer months in Gravity Falls. He squeezed his van and trailer into alleys between businesses in town, where he both lived and provided dental services until the police caught wind and chased him and his van out into the woods for a few days. On days with good weather, he'd pop open the back hatch of his nondescript trailer and set up a sign that read "COME INSIDE! FREE CANDY (for new patients)". He didn't attract many customers.

What really made him stand out was his unusual pay structure. He charged typical rates for regular teeth cleaning and dental maintenance; but if a patient had a cavity, he gave them a gold filling for free, and he paid them if he needed to pull their teeth.

Stan thought he was terrific. He hadn't had to pay for dental care in thirty years! Granted, he also wore dentures now; but hey, Dr. Illing had helped pay off Ford's mortgage, and at least the dentures were on the house.

Bill said, "You're the only one in the shack who knows all the places Illing might set up shop. Besides, he might be less jumpy in front of a stranger if an existing patient can vouch for it."

"I can see where you're coming from," Stan said. "But my answer is no, because I don't wanna."

Bill scowled in irritation. He sat back and ate another of Stan's eggs as he reconsidered his approach.

"Stanley—I'm a simple shape," he said. "A simple shape who's used to being coated peak to base in pure, lustrous, 24-karat gold. Having skin makes my skin crawl. I don't need any dental work done, these teeth are fine—but I'd really, really like just a bit of gold, somewhere on my body, so I feel a little more like myself in my final days."

Stan muttered, "You're trying to appeal to sympathy I don't have, Cipher."

"And then, once I'm dead," Bill went on, "I suppose I'll be leaving behind a corpse with a mouthful of free gold that whoever's disposing of my remains can do whatever they want with, do you catch my meaning Stanley?"

Stan lowered his newspaper just enough to grimace at Bill. "That's absolutely disgusting," he said. "But okay, I'm bribed!" He tried to fold the newspaper. "If you want your mouth to fund me and Ford's next year of globe-trotting, fine by me. Least you can do for messing up our summer."

"Mhm." Bill shoveled the last egg into his mouth while Stan was distracted by the paper and slid the plate over to Stan's side.

Stan slapped the paper down. "But we're not telling Ford about this. Agreed?" He offered a hand to shake.

"Agreed." Bill took Stan's hand, with the wrong hand—but before Stan could figure out what to do with that, Bill jerked his hand back like he'd been burned. "We'll take this to our graves."

"Or to your grave, anyway!" Stan laughed loudly, slapping the table.

Bill watched him with a forced smile. "Great. Deal made. Let's go get the magic friendship bracelets and—"

"Ohhh no," Stan said. "I'm not trusting a little bit of colored lace and some mystical hocus-pocus to keep you contained. If we're going anywhere, I'm making sure you can't escape."

"Okay," Bill said, a touch warily. "Fine. How?"

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Soos took the handcuffs out of his toolbox, removed the key and stuck it in his pocket, and asked, "What side do you want it on?"

"Left," Stan said. "Gotta keep my punching arm free." Bill rolled his eyes. 

Soos closed the cuffs on Stan's left wrist and Bill's right, then tightened Bill's half until it actually held his tiny wrist. "There."

"Ha!" Stan grinned at Bill. "Try escaping that!"

"I wasn't planning to escape."

"Sure, pull the other one." Stan pointed toward the door. "Now... to the car!"

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They stared in dismay at Stan's car.

The El Diablo was a classic of the 1960s American automotive industry—and it was in terrific condition. (Notwithstanding the recent dents, scrapes, and keyed scratches in the paint reading "TRICK-OR-CHEATER!!") It came with the features standard to American cars of the time, like a steering wheel on the left, and a wide front bench that provided space for multiple passengers to sit to the driver's right side.

Bill was handcuffed to Stan's left side.

"Wow. You're stupid," Bill said.

"I'll break your smart mouth."

"What do I care, we're headed to the dentist anyway." He sighed. "Okay! Let's go inside and tell Questiony how stupid you are."

Stan did not want to tell Soos how stupid he was. "No! How do you know I didn't do this on purpose? Maybe having my right arm free is more important than—er... driving."

Bill considered that with pursed lips. After a pause, he ventured, "Do you want me to drive—?"

"No, no, nope, I am not letting you drive my car, under any circumstances, ever! Not a chance!"

"Then how are we doing this?"

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Stan gripped the steering wheel with both hands, knuckles white and jaw clenched.

Bill was uneasily cuddled up against Stan's right side. The handcuff forced him to stretch his right arm across Stan's chest. 

They were both wearing tank tops. Their bare upper arms were plastered together with sweat.

They were getting cricks in their necks from how far they were tilting their heads away from each other.

On the radio, a hit 50's soul song crooned romantically, "Oh, my sweet love... you're my lovely sweetie... and I never love you more, than when you're pressed to my side... as we go for a sweet loving car ride..." Neither of them could reach the radio dial without touching each other even more. They'd silently decided to pretend as hard as possible that they couldn't hear the radio.

"Welp," Stan said. "Out of all the times I've been handcuffed in a car, this is one of the worst."

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They spotted Dr. Illing's "FREE CANDY" sign posted surreptitiously near the barrel and crate factory, and circled the block to park the car in front of a business that looked responsible enough to file a missing persons report if the car was still abandoned there by nightfall.

They tumbled out of the driver's side door with a maneuver that looked like a cross between a waltz and a mugging. Stan kicked the door shut. As they untangled themselves, in a surprisingly decent impression of Stan's voice, Bill said, "Gotta keep my punching arm free. How's that working out for you?"

"Bold words from a guy in punching range, you little—" As Stan finally separated himself from Bill and straightened out, he caught sight of Sheriff Blubs and Deputy Durland halfway up the block. "Oh, great. Cops. Exactly what you want around when you're doing something weird." Stan shook his head. "Well, as long as we go the other way and don't make eye contact—"

"Hi Darryl! Hi Edwin!" Bill stood on his toes and waved wildly. "Hey! Working hard or hardly working? Haha!"

"Oh, hey Goldie!" Durland waved back, and he and Blubs headed their direction. "How've you been, did you have a nice Summerween?"

"Ahh, I was stuck in the house—"

"Bill," Stan hissed. "Whaddaya think you're doing? Do you want them asking questions?"

"Hey," Durland said, "Why're you handcuffed to Stan?"

Bill turned toward Stan. He smiled at him. It was a smile that said I did not think this through.

"You need some help there?" Blubs asked. "I bet we've got a key that matches that handcuff model."

Stan bet Bill would love to accept that offer and go traipsing off with the cops. "Nope! That's fine! Thank you officers, but we're keeping the handcuffs on," Stan said. "Because." He paused. "They're necessary. For... uh... for me."

The cops and Bill watched him expectantly. Bill had that awful gleam in his eyes that he got when he saw an opportunity to make up a story.

"Because I'm old," Stan said. "It's to keep me from wandering into traffic."

Bill laughed, "Yep, that's true!" He jabbed Stan's shoulder with a finger (harder than necessary, he thought). "This guy's cataracts are so bad, sometimes he asks us if he's dying because all he a see is a white light in a dark tunnel! And the way his mind's going, woof—"

Stan growled, "All right you don't have to lay it on so thick—"

"—he's so addled it's like he's completely forgotten the last century of technology, he'll just walk right off the curb and expect the horse-drawn carriages to stop for him—"

"Hahaaa, but we won't bore you with my medical history!" Stan jerked on the handcuffs. "C'mon, Goldie, you're gonna make me late to my heart doctor appointment. You don't want my life on your hands, do you?"

Bill murmured, "Don't threaten me with a good time."

"Hold on," Blubs said. "You can't see? Didn't we just see you get out of the driver's seat of your car?"

Stan and Bill exchanged a look. Stan said, "Goldie's giving me directions."

"Oh! That makes sense," Durland said.

"All right," Blubs said, "We'll let you get to your doctor's appointment. You folks have a nice day."

As the cops left, Bill called after them, "You too! Hey, I'll see you guys at Rainbow Club!"

"See you there!" Durland turned to Blubs. "Y'know, I think Goldie's a step up from that seeing-eye bear."

Bill and Stan eyed each other. "All right, you're not bad at improv," Bill said. "I can respect a decent actor."

"You too," Stan said grudgingly. Bill looked at Stan like he expected a little more than that; but Stan kept his mouth shut. Bill didn't need the encouragement.

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Dr. Illing's "FREE CANDY" sign leaned hopefully near a gap in the fence around an overgrown lot by the barrel factory. The gap was large enough that a reasonably limber human could duck through with little difficulty; however, Stan was old and Bill was still controlling his alien body like a rookie puppeteer learning the marionette, so they circled halfway around the lot until they found a gate in the fence to push open. They trod across scraggly grass, a row of dying mushrooms, and years-old litter to reach an unmarked white van hooked up to a camper trailer.

The back hatch of the trailer was flipped up to serve as a makeshift metal awning, and inside, a tall, spindly man was snoring atop a military cot in his underwear, using a white lab coat like a blanket. Stan cleared his throat loudly, and when that didn't disrupt the snoring, knocked on the side of the trailer. "Hey! Doc!"

Dr. Illing jolted upright with a yelp, seized an enormous wireless power drill off the floor to point at them like a gun, lowered it slightly as he registered he wasn't under attack, then realized he was nearly naked and yelped again. He tumbled off the cot, flailed his way to his feet, and turned his back to them as he jerked on his coat and buttoned it. "Just—just a second!" He got on one sock, couldn't find the other, and gave up, pulling on his sneakers with one bare foot. "Sorry, so sorry, I must've—just—nodded off for a second, there—"

"Maybe we should have made an appointment," Bill said wryly. "He looks busy." Stan snorted.

Dr. Illing turned around, smoothing out his rumpled lab coat. He was a jumpy, twitchy man with heavy circles under his eyes, short badly-cut hair, and a 5 o'clock shadow that had evolved into a 25 o'clock shadow. His gaze darted nervously between their faces. "Sorry. Hi, hello, can I help you? Are you maybe here for a tooth extraction, or—or perhaps wisdom teeth removal...?" His gaze caught on Stan's face, and he started. "Stan Pines! I haven't seen you since I pulled your last tooth ten years ago! What are you doing here?" His brows creased in worry. "You're—you're not mad about that, are you—?"

"What? No! The dentures are—fine. They're actually lower maintenance than teeth. Sort of. In a way," Stan said. "No, I'm here to refer a new customer." He pointed at Bill.

Bill made a gesture like he was tipping an invisible hat. "Hi there!"

"A customer?" Dr. Illing said blankly. "Oh—yes! Of course, hold on—" He pulled a hospital curtain over the front half of the trailer to hide a dinette covered in laundry and old magazines, lifted one end of the military cot and slid a step stool under the legs to keep it raised, and tugged the arm of a dental light down from the ceiling to aim it at the chair.

Stan said, "So, do I get some kind of referral bonus, or..."

"Oh—sure, sure. Have a, uhh..." Dr. Illing opened a heavy yellow and black tool bag, pulled out a battered cookie tin, withdrew a gold coin, and offered it to Stan. "One of these or something, here."

"Huh." Stan inspected it. No idea what currency it was, but a gold coin was arguably cooler than actual cash.

The dentist batted aside the hospital curtain to grab a tiny stool from the dinette, shook a damp towel off the seat, placed the stool beside the cot, and sat. "Okay!" He clapped his hands. "New customer! What can I do you for?"

Bill had been gazing in naked longing at the bag hiding the gold coins; but at the question, he looked up with a grin. "I'm here for fillings!"

"Ah! Wonderful. No charge for fillings, of course." He started rummaging through his tool bag for supplies. "Do you know which teeth need them?"

"Whichever you think would look best with some," Bill said. "Driller's choice!"

Dr. Illing stopped rummaging to give Bill a perplexed look. "I—sorry, come again?"

"I said I'm leaving it in your hands." Bill climbed into the trailer and put his free hand on Dr. Illing' s shoulder. "I'll be straight with you, Frankie: all that matters is that my teeth do not currently have any gold in them, and I want that to change by the time I leave. I'm not too picky about the details beyond that."

The dentist stared at Bill, then glanced at Stan for confirmation. Stan shrugged and nodded. "Oh-kay!" Dr. Illing wasn't quite smiling, but there was a strange, eager gleam in his eye. "Super! This'll be fun!" He gestured for Bill to sit on the cot. "Let's see what I have to work with."

He ushered Stan in, and pulled the trailer's hatch shut.

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"Your teeth are amazing," Dr. Illing said, voice hushed with awe. "Perfectly white. Who's your usual dental hygienist? Did you just get these cleaned?"

"Nope," Bill said, forgetting for the third time that humans keep their teeth and their voice in the same hole and he shouldn't talk with the dentist's fingers in his mouth. Dr. Illing quickly pulled his hand back. "Just basic toothpaste, floss, and dish soap."

Dr. Illing shook his head in disbelief. "Well, they look amazing. And no wear at all, remarkable... Have you ever considered having any of these pulled? Do you mind if I take a few pictures?"

Stan shuddered as the dentist pulled out an old film camera and started snapping photos. "Yeesh. I forgot how creepy you are. Kinda glad I ran out of teeth."

Dr. Illing straightened up, snapped off the dental light, and sighed. "Well, I'm sorry to say that all your teeth are pristine. Not a hint of cavities—not even plaque. It'd be a shame to drill such pretty specimens. You're sure you don't want one pulled...?"

Stan grimaced, but Bill pursed his lips thoughtfully, as if he were considering a perfectly normal question. "As fun as that sounds, I said I want to leave with gold today, and the whole extraction-and-implantation process for gold teeth takes ages. Unless you happen to have a little secret magic trick to speed up the process?" Bill laughed, fixing Dr. Illing with a piercing stare.

Dr. Illing looked nervous. "Er—no."

"Then just the fillings. But who knows, maybe I'll feel naughty and be back in a couple of weeks." Bill laughed again. "Just pick a couple of your least favorite teeth to drill into!"

"Okay, suit yourself." Dr. Illing shrugged and fished around in an overstuffed cardboard box under the dinette table. "Let's gas you up and get drilling."

"You can skip the sedative," Bill said. "I don't mind a little pain. I prefer it, actually! It adds some zest to the experience..." He trailed off as he caught sight of the label on the gas canister Dr. Illing had pulled out. He pointed at a word, "I thought that additive was illegal."

Dr. Illing flinched guiltily. "Not in the state where I got it."

"Oh, buddy. I didn't realize I'd climbed into the party van!" Bill settled back on the cot, laced his hands behind his head, and got comfortable. "You know this stuff has something like sixty percent odds of causing hallucinations? Most people get either haloes around lights, or spiders. Go ahead, gas me—I wanna find out which I am."

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In five minutes, Bill was overjoyed to report that the dental light had a spider halo. He did not explain what this meant.

Since Stan had typically been under anesthesia himself whenever Dr. Illing operated on him, this was the first time he'd had an opportunity to watch the dentist at work. Stan discovered that when Dr. Illing drilled into a tooth, he didn't suck the resultant dust up with one of those little dental vacuums with a plastic tube Stan was more familiar with. Instead, when a bit of dust had accumulated, he reached in with what looked like a cotton swab, wiped up the tooth dust, and scraped it off into a Petri dish; and only then did he use the vacuum to suck out any saliva and continue. Was he saving the leftover tooth dust? He was an even bigger creep than Stan had thought.

By all appearances, Bill didn't handle the gas well. It wasn't that it made him sick, or that he wasn't having the time of his life. It just made him completely forget how to operate a human body. When Dr. Illing told him to hold his mouth open, he also held his eyes open until they watered; and whenever he lost the battle to keep them open, he automatically shut his mouth too, often to his own peril as Dr. Illing shouted about the drill jostling. Within ten minutes, Dr. Illing had given up on convincing Bill to keep his mouth open and instead started giving him blink breaks when he could shut his mouth.

It helped some, but they couldn't do anything about the fact that Bill had fully forgotten he couldn't talk while getting dental work done, and kept up a regular chatter—during which he cheerfully mentioned he'd died recently, attempted to explain that the entire universe was actually an elaborate hologram projecting from the "true" third dimension, and asked Dr. Illing all about the cruise to Panama he'd recently stowed away on (which the dentist hadn't mentioned). During one blink break, as Bill closed each eye separately, Dr. Illing leaned toward Stan and muttered, "So... what's her story?"

Stan tilted his head toward the Petri dish. "What's with the tooth shavings?"

Dr. Illing considered that, slowly nodded, and got back to work.

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After several hours, Dr. Illing wiped his brow and sighed in relief. "All right, that should do it. You've got fillings on five teeth now." Under his breath, he muttered, "It would have been two, if you hadn't kept talking while I was drilling."

Stan shook his head in amazement. "Doesn't that hurt?" 

"Yes," Bill said. "I've never felt pain like that before. What a rush."

"If you do come back for a tooth extraction, I'm getting a dental gag to keep your jaws open." Dr. Illing finished pulling out the array of clamps and barriers around the filling sites and wearily dropped down onto his stool. "There. The rest of the sedative should wear off gradually over the next few hours. Usually I tell patients to wait three or four hours before eating to let the swelling go down, but..." He waved wearily. "You can do whatever you want."

"Admit it, you like having an enthusiastic patient!" Bill heaved himself off the military cot, forgot he couldn't float, and immediately collapsed to the floor.

"Whoa there—" Stan helped Bill back to his feet. The handcuffs prevented him from getting an arm around Bill's back, so instead he helped keep him upright by firmly squeezing his upper arm. "I don't know about you, but I'm eating as soon as we get home. You made me miss lunch—and for some reason, I feel like I barely had any breakfast." Bill inexplicably found this declaration hilarious. Probably the sedative, Stan reasoned.

Bill waved at the dentist as Stan tugged him out the trailer's hatch, chattering the whole way: "Thanks for the gold, the sock you were looking for is a bookmark in the March issue of Floss Girls, Atlantis is rising as we speak, you have less than seven years to prepare for the plague, tell the little lady I said hi! Byyye!"

Stan squeezed Bill's arm tighter and muttered, "Would you cut that out?

Bill stumbled across the uneven lot. "I made up the part about Atlantis."

"Okay just shut up and stop saying weird things."

Bill attempted to walk sideways all the way back to the car.

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Stan gripped the steering wheel so tightly, his arms were trembling.

Bill was sprawled all over the front bench, the dashboard, the seatback, and Stan's shoulders.

On the radio, a hit 80's R&B song with a sexy saxophone was playing, "Babe, the sad things you've been through... I swear I'll make it up to you... If it takes a thousand years..."

Bill was singing at the top of his lungs directly in Stan's ear, "I'LL WIPE AWAY ALL YOUR TEARS, WOO!—sax solo!—BA DA-DA DA, BA DA-DAAA—"

Stan turned off his right hearing aid.

Every once in a while Bill attempted to grab the steering wheel and turn it in time to the song, like a kid playing in a toy car; Stan had given up telling him to stop and instead started just smacking his hand away every time he tried. After another smack, Bill draped his arm awkwardly over Stan again, and announced, "I can't feel my tongue at all! I bet I can chew it off!"

"Don't do that."

"The last time my mouth was this numb, my girlfriend had just gotten done with me, haha." Bill stuck his finger in his mouth to experimentally poke at his tongue. "I couldn' thee for the nex' hour from all the thporeth—"

"I swear if you don't shut up—"

Bill flopped his arm across Stan again. "I just realized I haven't gotten any action since I died. Wow. What's normal for humans, couple times a week until you start the slow lingering decline toward death?" He looked straight at Stan. Stan could feel that side of his face start to sweat. "This isn't a weird time to bring that up, is it?"

"Bill, if you say one more weird thing, you're riding home on the roof of the car."

Bill was quiet for three seconds. And then he started poking Stan's bicep. "Your arm's a lot meatier than Sixer's! What's your favorite flavor of cancer?"

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Mabel asked, "Why are you on top of the car?"

Bill—eyes wide, hair disheveled, one arm hanging through the driver's door, sprawled out clinging to the roof like his life depended on it—replied, "I don't know, it's all a blur."

Stan opened the car door and jerked on the handcuffs. "All right, get off my car."

Bill shakily climbed off, lay in the dirt, and tried to catch his breath. "That was fun. We should do that more often."

"Not on your life."

Eyeing the handcuffs, Dipper said, "What were you doing, anyway?"

"Nothing!" Stan snapped. "Why? Who's asking? I wasn't sneaking the demon out to get a shady back-alley dental procedure!"

Mabel and Dipper stared up at him.

Stan pointed at them. "What are you doing?"

"Going camping," Dipper said, turning so Stan could see his stuffed backpack.

"Something's been stealing Pacifica's alpacas at night, so we're going on a stake-out," Mabel said. "They took Giorgio. It's personal now."

"We think aliens might be abducting them," Dipper said.

From the ground, Bill said, "It's not aliens."

"Ah, taking the law into your own hands. It builds character," Stan said approvingly. "You need firearms?"

They exchanged a glance. "We're good," Mabel said. "Grunkle Ford loaned us his freeze ray. It seems less lethal."

As the kids headed toward the road, Bill finally heaved himself up. "Well, that was fun!"

"No it wasn't," Stan said.

"Your opinion doesn't matter. Anyway—" He shook his cuffed wrist. "We're home, get me out of this thing. It makes you look like my ugly accessory and I want my hoodie."

"I elevate your whole look!" Stan protested. "And I don't have the key, it's with Soos."

Mabel turned back to shout at them, "Soos is out! He's got a dinner date with Melody!"

Stan grimaced. "Uh-oh."

Bill shrugged and said, with a confidence Stan didn't share, "He left the key behind."

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"Oh man, sorry dudes," Soos said over the phone. "I totally forgot I still had it. Yeah, it's on my key ring. Is that, like, gonna be a problem, or...?"

"It's fine," Bill said, sitting atop Soos's office desk and leaning all the way across it to reach the phone. "Just pass it through the phone, we'll catch it."

"What?"

"Ignore him." Stan shoved Bill's face away. Bill gave him a dirty look as he straightened out his eyepatch, which he'd finally gotten to put on once they were home. Stan spun the desk chair away from Bill so he couldn't try to join the conversation again. "He's hopped up on psychedelic laughing gas. When are you gonna be back?"

"Uh..." Soos thought for several seconds. "Nooot for a while. Abuelita and I were talking about maybe kind of staying the night?"

"Well—pfff—can't you duck out and bring the key?"

"Uhhh. I would but, this is the first time Abuelita and I are having dinner with Melody's parents, and I'm really worried about impressing them parents, and the casserole's about to come out, and I think they might judge me if I leave, it would probably ruin dinner..."

"Okay, fine. What if we drive over to get the key?"

Far louder than necessary, Bill asked, "Stanley can I drive this time—!"

"Absolutely not!"

"Oh sure, that'd be fine," Soos said. "I'll give you directions, Melody's parents' place is in Portland. You got a pen?"

Stan frowned. "Portland."

"Yep."

"As in, outside the magic bubble trapping Bill in town."

Soos paused. "Oh, right."

Well, Stan wasn't about to make Soos look bad in front of his future in-laws. He'd never had in-laws, but he'd seen enough sitcoms to know how messy that could get. "Never mind. We'll figure something out. You kids enjoy dinner." Stan hung up the phone, sighed, and turned to face Bill. (Bill had plucked a figurine of a bulky robot in a cute girly pose off of Soos's desk, and was staring at it in wonder, like he'd never seen overpriced anime convention merch before.) "You got any other bright ideas?"

"We could still call Darryl and Edwin..."

"No way," Stan snapped. "I am not calling the cops for help! Never gonna happen. I'd rather wait for Soos to get back in the morning if I have to!"

"Oh would you." Bill laughed scornfully. "And what do you plan to do until then?"

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They got TV dinners and grumpily watched Cash Wheel together.

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(This entire chapter was just an extended excuse to annoy Stan and Bill as much as possible. But mostly Stan. Thanks for reading, and if you enjoyed I'd appreciate a comment or reblog!!)

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[lakesbian]

“I knew he was the reason she had texted me for help, from the moment I saw her reaction.  Maybe I’d suspected there was something going on even before that, from the way her emails and texts had changed in tone.  It would explain that gut feeling I’d had that made me get over there as fast as I did.  I saw her shrink back, I felt her hold me tighter, and I went cold inside.

okay so just to set down the WoGs about this so we all know where i'm coming from

i think the biggest lie here aside from the obviously false constant reiteration he's doing that he Had No Idea Who The Man Was, No Sir is that he went cold inside...or rather i think 'i went cold inside' is a perfectly true statement, but he wants it to be taken as "i went emotionally dead inside and beat the man up like a cool and tough manly older brother and saved the day" when the reality is that he was frozen/chilled with fear from coming face-to-face w/ his abuser, and he hated himself for feeling so weak and incapable of moving/acting to protect his sister. his desire to be big + scary mixed w/ both his desire to run away/hide himself and aisha from their abuser and his mental conflation of "being able to care for people" and "being masculine/not being weak," and it resulted in the ability to generate darkness. darkness to scare people, darkness to hide him, darkness that makes him look bigger if he generates it around himself. all, of course, while he remains fundamentally vulnerable at the center.

like.

you know? You Fucking Know? brian laborn, man. & he explicitly details how this mindset was beaten into him as a child, while completely oblivious to the fact that there's anything wrong with it:

“Well my father is a hard man. Not the kind of man that’s meant to raise a son alone. I wouldn’t say he was abusive, but there’s never been any warmth to him, no charming anecdotes, no fatherly wisdom, no throwing baseballs in the backyard. The extent of our bonding was in the gym, him holding the punching bag in position while shouting at me that I was doing something wrong, staying grimly quiet if my form, my timing, the raw power of my hits were all flawless. Or we’d be in the ring, with boxing helmets and gloves on, a thirty five year old man in peak physical condition barely holding back against his fifteen year old son. He just expected me to keep up or take the hits, and I didn’t have much choice in the matter.

he has to be strong and masculine, because he's been taught that if he isn't, he will be demeaned and hurt.

so, my theory on the matter is that after he triggered from beating himself up over freezing, the little moment of him being distracted/staggered from coming out of the vision was enough for him to yell at himself in his head and kick himself into "fight" gear.

“So even if I was only fifteen, I was tall for my age, I was fit, and I knew how to throw a punch. I didn’t say a word, didn’t make a sound. I put my sister down and beat my mother’s boyfriend within an inch of his life, my mother screaming and wailing the entire time. When I was done, I picked my sister up and returned to the cab. We went to my father’s that night, and we went to the police station in the morning.”

i think the emphasis he puts on Not Saying A Word And Not Making A Sound is an indicator that that's another part of the memory he really wants to revise, just like how his constant reiteration that he didn't know the man is exactly what indicates that not only did he know the man, knowing the man was very significant and scary to him. i would put, like, 20 bucks down that he's insisting that he was dead silent precisely because he was choking back tears. as 4 the last bit of his big fucking lie....

“When you throw a punch barehanded, it doesn’t leave your hands pristine. A few good swings, you connect solidly with someone’s face, someone’s teeth, and it tears the fuck out of your knuckles. It was at my father’s place that night, washing and cleaning my hands, when I saw it. It wasn’t just blood leaking out of my torn up knuckles, but there was the darkness too, like wisps of really black smoke. You hear about the trigger event, you might think it’s all about rage or fear. But I’m a testament that it can be just the opposite. I didn’t feel a fucking thing.”

i think the fixation on the violence of the thing is in part a desperate desire to prove that he's strong enough--an indicator that he's still the same scared little boy he was 3 years ago, the boy with no route out of being beaten up by his father but violence, the boy being taught that knowing how to hurt people is what keeps you safe. he's trying to turn that into something good, by hurting the "right" people, by hurting people for aisha, but he's still fundamentally under the dysfunctional impression that being a strong, masculine man who can hurt people without flinching is good and impressive and a way to keep himself and his loved ones safe. i think it's also in part that this was the first time he ever really, seriously, intentionally hurt someone, and he's still got the vivid traumatic memories of the wounds to his knuckles to prove it. i do buy that he didn't notice the darkness until he was washing his hands--incredibly vivid and compelling symbolism, and one of the top all time worm things i wish people would redraw.

i also think it's really, really funny how he's insisting that he "didn't feel a fucking thing" RIGHT after a conversation between everyone about how trigger events are the worst day of your life. it's so comically teenage-edgelordy and fake as a trigger event story! and he is telling it because he wants taylor to think he's cool! and it works! she buys that shit! so so funny that he's telling this entire ass huge fucking lie right in front of lisa too. everyone on this team is always fucking lying in front of lisa like ooh good thing no one knows i'm lying. she is basically the bravest and nicest girl on the planet ever for not tattling on him.

#wormtime 2 #wormtime 2 arc 4 #wormblr #parahumans #brian time brian time everyone join me for brian time

[void-wolfie]

Carving Commotion

summary: You go over to Jenna's for some halloween fun

pairing: jenna ortega x reader

tw: none really? light mention of knives for pumpkin carving but thats it (if i'm missing something let me know so i can fix/add)

words: 1.09k

a/n: Happy Halloween guys! i did this at the last minute if i'm honest. only did light editing and proofing so there might be some mistakes lol.

You pushed the doorbell in with your elbow, hearing the familiar sound echoing from within the house. You barely even had to wait thirty seconds before the door shot open, your girlfriend standing on the other side with a blinding smile.

You noticed her eyes excitedly jump down to the two pumpkins in your arms, her smile growing wider if that was even possible.

"What're you staring at, Ortega? My eyes are up here," You joked, smirking at your girlfriend's exasperated expression.

"You're late," if she rolled her eyes any harder, they would've rolled right out of her head, "just, get in here already."

Despite the jokes, both of you truly did love Halloween, it was one of the best times of the year. The two of you planned to spend the whole night together carving pumpkins and watching scary movies.

As you walked through the house you noticed all the decorations set up. Fake cobwebs adorned with plastic spiders hung in the hallway, fake bats hung from the living room fan, caution tape littered doorways, and The Monster Mash played quietly in the background. She really does go all out for Halloween, you thought to yourself.

Jenna helped you put the pumpkins down on the kitchen counter. She grabbed out the soap and a scrubby brush and told you to clean off the pumpkins in the sink, which you happily obliged.

You got lost in thought while cleaning off the pumpkins. You were excited, you couldn't stop thinking about what to carve. Should it be something elaborate and scary? Or maybe something simple and cute? Maybe a mix of both? It was your first Halloween with Jenna after all, and you didn't want to scare her off with your excitement.

By the time both pumpkins were done and washed, you turned back around to find the kitchen table covered in trash bags and Jenna setting the table with a handful of carving knives.

"Carving pumpkins isn't just some elaborate excuse to murder me, right?" You joked. Once again you saw her eyes roll, but the smile on her face told you she was far from annoyed.

"I could never kill you, you're too cute for that," She looked over at you and winked. The gesture alone made your knees wobbly and your stomach twist into knots.

Jenna refused to show you what she was carving into her pumpkin. You could see her eagerly getting into her drawing, her eyebrows furrowing in the cutest way while her Sharpie moved wildly in front of her. It’s a surprise, she insisted.

You decided that if Jenna could get so excited and into her pumpkin carving, so could you. You drew up the best pumpkin face you could think of, sharp gnarly teeth, and slanted eyes. The design wasn’t as good as you normally drew, but you chalked it up to the cute brunette across the table distracting you.

Once you had decided the design was good enough, you picked out a knife and started cutting away. You started with some of the bigger details, watching as the big knife cut through the pumpkin like butter.

It felt like forever, carving out little bits at a time, and you were covered in pumpkin guts up to your elbows. But finally, you were finished!

“Done!” You shouted, setting the knife down and jumping up from your seat. You looked over at Jenna to see her giggling at you, but you didn’t mind, you liked the sound of her laugh.

“Can I see yours now?” You asked, excited to finally see what the surprise was.

“Sure, love,” She smiled, getting up from her chair to turn her pumpkin around so you could see it, “I finished a few minutes ago anyway.”

She spun the pumpkin around to show a more traditional-looking jack o’ lantern. It had big triangle eyes and a toothy grin. Even though it wasn’t scary it still seemed much better than yours. Somehow hers looked perfect, and yours looked terrible.

“Wow…” you hadn’t even realized you said it till Jenna's face lit up, her smile growing brighter than the full moon on a cloudless night. You’d say it a million more times too if it got her to smile like that again.

“Come on baby, let me see yours,”

You spun your pumpkin around, albeit a bit reluctantly. Hers was so much better than yours, she was going to laugh at you for sure. Yours was a bit more on the scary side, pointy teeth with sharp fangs and hooded eyes, though it wasn’t very good.

You waited for the laughing, but it never came. Instead, she looked impressed… like really impressed. “Baby, that’s amazing, I love it,”

You were shocked. She had to be lying, right?

“Really?”

“Yeah baby, it's perfect.”

You rolled your eyes, attempting to hide the smile that crept up on your, “I mean, it’s alright, but it’s nowhere near as good as yours.”

She could tell you were joking around, but she decided to play along. She gasped, feigning shock, “What? Yours is like twice as good as mine,”

“Oh, well now I know you’re lying to me,” You joked, your tone dripping with sarcasm.

“What? I would never!”

“Liar!” You all but shouted it, faking an upset look. You crossed your arms and looked over your shoulder pretending to pout.

It was silent for a second. Then something slammed into your chest, smacking back down on the table.

You looked at your chest, then the table… She had thrown a handful of pumpkin guts at you.

“Why you little-” You grabbed the lump she had thrown at you and tossed it back with a smirk. She ducked at the last second and the pile landed with a wet splat against the wall.

You saw her laugh, then she started reaching for the bowl of guts in the middle of the table.

“Oh no you don’t,” You reached as fast as you could, both you and Jenna grabbed the bowl at the same time.

Fifteen minutes later, you were both covered head to toe in pumpkin guts. It covered the walls, the floor, and the table. Some made it as far as the living room, but most of it clung to you and Jenna. It was agreed that you’d both have to shower and clean up before any movies could be watched. But despite the mess, and the feeling of pumpkin strings down the back of your shirt, you already knew this was your favorite Halloween yet.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x gn!reader #void-wolfie

[zekes-lil-hellhole]

Jade and Floyd relationship headcanons with a GN shrimp!reader

this was originally a request from an anon 😭 I had to do a repost of it because I FORGOT THE TAGS on the og post

Warnings: you/yours, teeth cleaning?? is that a warning?, reader is implied to be rather short, floyd being floyd

Jade would be very fascinated with you, in my opinion. Especially if you got your legs at the same time as him. I feel like it would be crazy hard to adjust from shrimp to human body and he'd feel the need to help you out, even if he's new to this as well 😭

I feel like he's quite the doting lover, to be honest. he's always inspecting you and playing with your hair until it looks perfect

(for short readers) he will pick you up just to tease you a little bit. treats you like a little baby ands dotes on you, and it's up to you if you enjoy this or not, he is truly just interested in your reaction

Speaking of teasing, jade WILL tease you. he doesn't mean to be harmful, he just wants to see your reaction to how he treats you, and it's all in good fun(at least to him), if you ask him to stop, he will, don't worry.

However, if anyone were to make fun of you for being a shrimp, or for being short/tall/plus size etc. consider them gone the moment jade finds out.

I believe jade is just a little touch starved. however, he's affectionate in his own ways. such as holding your hand or linking pinkies, or adjusting your clothes until they sit right on you, holding your cheeks.

He prefers forehead kisses! especially if you're snuggling him, he will kiss your head over and over and over because he just cannot get enough of you!!

HOO BOY GET READY. FLOYD IS EXCITED.

If you got your legs at the same time as him, you'll definitely be used to his incredibly teasing personality. he teases you all the time if you're short and tiny, especially compared to his height at literally 6'3 😭

just a heads up, if you're not the prefect, he will absolutely start calling you shrimpy. you are the new shrimpy. end of conversation.

as a lover I feel like he'd be even more teasing. the moment he likes you the teasing is cranked up to 11 and you will never escape him. He also becomes way more protective of you! Only he is allowed to tease his shrimpy!!

well, speaking of never escaping him, he follows you around, or insists you come wherever he's going because he's going to miss you if you're gone too long!

apparently, shrimp will clean eel's teeth. Floyd would suggest this, probably just as another way to fluster you or tease you, but it actually ends up in you retaliating, standing in front of him, and brushing his teeth.

He is baffled. flabbergasted. bamboozled.

this is the very first time and possibly the last time you've ever seen Floyd so flustered. end of story.

Floyd is definitely a lot touch starved, he just doesn't know it until you come along. Everyone is always scared of him so the moment he knows real, loving affection he is going WILD. he will squeeze you even more when he knows you'll squeeze back.

Floyd will always kiss you smack dab on the lips. maybe the top of your head. also, he loves snuggles, and they will immediately cure his bad mood swings. you're like a keep-floyd-happy machine. he can never be upset if you're around.

I'm really stupid 😭 I guess I was so tired I just forgot, and when I try to edit tags on, my Tumblr bugs out and it doesn't work.

#twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #floyd leech x reader #jade leech x reader #jade leech #floyd leech #twst floyd #twst jade #touch starved

[aalyssah]

Thirsty

Pairing: Austin Theory x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Choking, Degradation, Fingering, Hair Pulling, Praise, Protected Sex, and Quickie. Minors DNI 18+

Word Count: 2438

Summary: When sunbathing outside, your brothers best friend, Austin, thinks it's a good idea to cannon ball in the pool, splashing water all over you and when you cry to your Dad, he is forced to help you clean up.

A/N: Austin is your Brothers Best Friend in this story. Hope You Enjoy!

The sun was beautiful outside when you woke up, and the weather was just as perfect.

You instantly made plans to get a tan, slipping your bikini on and going outside. You made your spot on a lounge chair, letting the sun soak up your body.

The door opened in your home with it being your brother and his friend Austin. "Alright man, I'm gonna go pick up my Mom from work. Dad's been planning a surprise party for her, so my Dad is here and Y/n's probably at the pool, since 'It's a good day outside.'" Grayson said, imitating your voice at the end.

Austin chuckled, watching as his friend left the house and back into his car. He then made his way towards the backdoor, seeing you laying on the lounge chair.

He snuck up behind you, slowly tip-toeing until he got right behind you. "BOO!" You let out a scream, jumping out your chair, turning around only to see Austin. He was cackling up a storm at your reaction.

A frown came to your face as you put together that it was him who scared you. "You asshole! You scared me!" You yelled at him angrily. Austin wiped a tear away from his eye. "Oh man, and it was funny too!"

Your frown was permanent on your face. "I'm gonna tell my Dad, and we'll see who's laughing then." Austin rolled his eyes, sucking his teeth. "Of course you will." You cocked an eyebrow.

What did he mean by that?

"Well, my throat is kinda parched. Go be useful for once and fetch me a lemonade from the fridge." Austin jerked back a little, looking shocked at your demanding order.

He was gonna say something snarky, but if he had to deal with your Dad. He would never hear the end of it from you. "Fine. Bitch." He whispered the last word on his way to the fridge.

Who do you think you are, demanding him around when he's the guest? An idea came to his mind as he grabbed the pitcher and poured lemonade in a glass cup with ice. You're thirsty? He's gonna make sure your whole body is hydrated.

He came back out with the lemonade, handing it to you. "Here you go, my majesty." He joked, taking a bow. You snatched the glass out his hand, taking a long sip. "Thank you peasant, now run along."

Austin turned around, only going into the living room. He stripped from his shirt and pants, only leaving him in his boxers. Once again, he crept around with slow steps, watching you look up at the sun.

It was all quiet until he ran full speed, yelling, "Cannon ball!" You didn't have enough time to react and then you felt it. The cold water, splashing all over you. It felt like a bucket of water was literally dumped on you.

You gasped for air as you quickly sat up, wiping water from your eyes. "You did not." You said in an angry, but calm tone. Austin smiled as he got out of the pool. "I just did."

You opened your eyes, throwing him the most hateful look. "I can't believe you just did that!" Austin laughed, reaching to rub your shoulder soothingly.

"I was looking out for you. I thought you were thirsty since your body was sitting out in the sun all day." You shrugged his hand off your shoulder, an annoyed groan coming out your mouth. "Dad!" You yelled, stomping into the house.

Austin's eyes grew big as he watched you make your way towards the door. He rushed into action, grabbing your wrist, and pulling you into his chest. "Dad- mmm-"

Your voice got muffled as his hand came to your mouth to quiet you down. "Shh, please don't call him." You then bit his hand, earning a cry from him. "Ow! W-Why’d you do that?" He asked, looking down at his hand that began to turn red from your bite mark.

"You had your hand on my mouth! Why are you trying to stop me? I told you earlier that I would call my Dad. Did you think I was joking?" Austin let out a sigh, his head hanging low. "Alright, look I'm sorry, just don't call your Dad. He's gonna yell at me home, and then Grayson gonna be in my ass, and I'll be bored as fuck."

Now it was your turn to smirk. Now all of a sudden, the cocky Austin Theory was begging you not to call your Dad because he didn't want to get in trouble.

"Okay, I won't call my Dad, but on only one condition." Austin groaned, knowing that 'but' was coming. "You have to do everything I say for the rest of the day."

Austin rolled his eyes, knowing you were gonna say something like that. "You always wanna be in control, huh?" You giggled, picking up your sunglasses, and sitting back down in your lounge chair.

"Sure, now go fetch me some grapes, and feed them to me." Austin stood there, looking down at you in disbelief. "Are you serious?" He asked.

You pulled your sunglasses down, peeking at him from over the lenses. "Did I stutter? Now go, peasant!" Austin went back inside, going to the kitchen and getting some grapes before coming back out.

He picked up some grapes and held them up to your mouth. One by one, you ate each grape, a satisfied hum coming from you. "I'm done with those, get me my lemonade." Austin put the bag down on the table and gave you your lemonade.

You took small sips before handing it back to him. You sigh, sitting up in the chair. "I think I wanna take a dip." You stood up and walked to the pool. Austin watched you like a hawk as you slowly stepped in the water.

The bathing suit hugged your body just right. You looked really good and it took everything in him to not pounce on you, but he can't. You're his best friend's sister.

Austin tried to get in the pool with you, but you stopped him. "Uh, no sir, you're not allowed to get in. You better sit on the floor, and watch me swim." Austin didn't even try to argue this time as he took a seat on the hot floor.

He had to watch you swim for 20 minutes, eyes not leaving your body. It was then you finally got out, water dripping from your body.

You fixed your top as it started coming up in the water and Austin had to sniffle a groan. You walked right past him and into the living room. "Come on!" You called out and Austin got up to follow you into the house.

You ended up in the laundry room, hands on your hips as Austin looked at you, not knowing what to do. "Well?" Austin cocked an eyebrow. "Take this wet stuff off me, and put it in the machine." Austin gulped, looking at you.

Like said before, you're his best friend's sister. This is very appropriate and he doesn't think he'll be able to control himself if he sees you naked. It doesn't help that he's still in his boxers from earlier.

"Turn around." He ordered. He reached up and pulled the tied knot in your bikini top and it fell down. He then went for your bottoms, pulling at the knots on each side.

Now you were fully naked, but back still turned to him. "Get my clothes and put them in the machine, and then go upstairs and fetch-" Austin cut you off. He was done. "Y'know what, no! I'm tired of doing this and it's only been an hour, there's no way I'm gonna survive this for a whole day." You turned around to face him, breast swaying at your movement.

Austin's eyes were wide and trained on you. He tried so hard not to look down. He really did, but his eyes looked down at your breast and back up at you. That's when a smirk came to your face. "Oh, I see. You're distracted aren't you?" You chuckled.

"How about this? If you fuck me right here, right now, you can stop being my peasant, if not, I'll tell my Dad everything you did." Austin thought real hard and long about this deal. It was a win-win for him, but it's so wrong. You're his best friend's sister, that's all he could think about.

Something in him told himself to ignore that fact and he picked you up, setting you on top of the washing machine. You let out a surprised squeal, your hands cupping his cheeks. "I knew you wanted to-" Your sentence was cut off by Austin's lips roughly smacking on yours.

You moaned into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer. Austin pulled back with a groan from the taste of you. Your lips were so sweet and he bet you tasted even sweeter.

Which is why he pulled your legs apart and ran his hand down your heat. "Fuck, you're so wet.” You whined at his touch, bucking your hips into his hand.

Austin chuckled at your needy reaction, a finger circling your entrance. "Can I?" You nodded, grabbing his wrist and pulling it closer. "Please." Austin slowly pushed his finger in, groaning at how tight you gripped his fingers.

"Oh fuck." You whined, letting your head fall back against the wall. Austin smirked, seeing your cunt suck up his finger and as he pulled it out, he could see the wetness drenching it. "God, you're so wet and I don't think it was from the pool."

Through your pleasurable expression, you gave him a glare which caused him to laugh. "I have a finger inside you and you're still giving me that glare." You wanted to argue back, call him names, or even threaten to call your Dad, but his finger, that damn finger was giving you pleasure.

His thumb came up and circled your clit, as his pace increased. Your legs clamped shut around his arm, a hand coming to your mouth. You couldn't be too loud. "Gotta stretch you out for me. Think you're ready now."

You whined when he pulled his finger out, sucking your juices off it with a hum. "Just as sweet as your lips taste." A blush came to your cheeks at his compliment.

He quickly pulled down his boxers, stroking himself while you reached over in the dirty clothes and searched through a pile of your Dad's jeans. You searched through his pockets and pulled out a condom.

Austin looked puzzled for a second. Were you planning this all along? "My Dad always forgets to check his pockets. And I know him and my Mom be fucking." You winked, Austin's eyes growing wide.

"Hey, they're only 38 and 40, whenever they can get some alone time is when they do it, and trust me, they have a lot of alone time." Austin chuckled, taking the condom out your hand and ripping it open with his teeth.

You watched as he rolled the condom in his cock, stroking it a couple of times. He then rubbed his tip against your entrance, teasing you. "Austin if you don't put it in I'm gonna-" You were cut off with a moan as his cock slowly pushed in you.

"What? You gonna tell your Dad?" Austin said in a teasing tone. He started off with slow thrusts, pushing his hips forward, watching as his cock disappeared inside you.

"You're so tight, and warm." He breathed out, grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer. "C'mere." You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you.

He was now skin to skin with you and god did it feel good. Your warm body and cunt squeezing around him so nicely.

He fucked you in a slow rhythm, making sure you felt every vein in his cock. "Austin-" You mewled, arms wrapping around his neck. Austin's head went to your neck to muffle his moans, placing small pepper kisses on your flesh.

You even felt him nibble which caused you to whine. "Austin, don't leave any marks. My Dad will kill me." You cried out, but your protests went deaf in his ears. He was too deep and focused on you and your pussy.

He hasn't seen you with many men so it really shouldn't be surprising that you're this tight. "God I don't know how long I'm gonna last. You're- you're gripping my cock so hard- fuck!" Austin groaned as you clenched down on him once more.

Your nails were raking up his back as his hips increased their pace. A small clapping sound was heard in the room as the washing machine shook and it wasn't even on.

His hand then reached in between your connected bodies and played with your clit, rubbing and punching at the sensitive bud. "Oh my god!" You cried out, hands gripping his hair as you came. Austin grunted, his balls tightening up.

The sound of footsteps were missed in your hearing, but the knock on the door. "Sweetheart, you okay in there?" It was your Dad.

You felt Austin tense up as he gave you a look. "Answer him." He whispered quietly. "Uh, y-yeah. I just stubbed my toe and it hurt really badly." You mentally cursed yourself out in your head.

That was a bad excuse.

"Oh okay, I heard you yelling and I thought something was wrong. Anyways, let me get outta your hair." You heard your Dads footsteps walk away, making Austin's body finally relaxing.

Austin pulled out of you, pulling his boxers back up his legs. "That was too close. Imagine if he opened the door." Austin said, worry all in his tone. "Austin, calm down he wasn't gonna come in here." Austin nodded his head, taking a deep breath.

You were right. Your Dad was too busy focusing on planning your Moms party.

You picked up a shirt from the dirty pile, putting it on your body. "Grayson should be here soon. Go clean yourself up." Austin frowned at your words. Part of him was sad that you just let him fuck you and now you wanted him gone.

"Okay, I'll leave, but promise me one thing." You were silent waiting for him to continue. "Promise me the next time you get thirsty, you'll call me?"

At first you didn't understand what he meant by that, but thinking over the whole situation made you realize.

#austin theory #austin theory smut #austin theory fluff #austin theory imagine #austin theory x reader #austin theory wwe #wwe austin theory #wwe smut #wrestling smut

[sturniolotrip-samandcolby-lover]

Matt sturniolo -little bean

Warnings -swearing,mention of abortion, mention of sex , vomiting use of y/n, arguing .Small age gap (matt 20 and reader 22) silent treatment

Angst/fluff Matt

Author note -thinking of making this into a series so let me know what you all think

Part 1

Word count-2k

I brush the hair out of my face ,as I wake up to a empty house.The house was full of silence as my boyfriend Matt and his triplets brother had left the house already for some business meetings taking place at the ware house.I look at the clock on my phone 10:47am shit thats late for me and im still shattered i dont even feel like ive slept at all. Im awoken from my sleepy daze by my stomach rumbled ,I get up brush my hair quickly and head to the kitchen to get something to eat .

I raid the fridge and cupboards in search for something to eat , I decide to have chopped up lettuce,pickled gherkins and some jolly ranchers .I finish my breakfast and head to the couch to watch some TV ,as I sit down I see a note that's been left on the coffee table it said 'hey baby me Chris and nick have got a few more meetings today then what we thought might be abit later home will bring back some late lunch with us .Matt xxxx'. A smile is present on my face the whole time I read his quick note with my cheeks blushed , Matt's smallest actions can still have a massive effect on me even after being together for over a year now .

I flick through the channels as nothing can satisfy me , I decided to open the YouTube app and put some Sam and Colby on specifically the conjuring from last year's hell week .I'm half way through the video when all of a sudden I feel so nauseous I can feel it building in my stomach like a tornado swirling around inside of me , it starts of slow and the next thing I know I'm running to the nearest bathroom thankfully it's matt and i shared one .I throw the toilet seats up and fall to my knees and close my eyes as the first bit of vomit comes rushing up my throat and out of my mouth .I sit there for the next hour bringing up whats left of this mornings breakfast and last nights dinner.

After minutes of waiting for the sickness to come back .I decided to stand up and reach for my toothbrush and paste ,as I brush my teeth I start to think of anything that could of gave me a bug or if there was a stomach bug going around .After minutes I've came to know conclusion of my sickness when it hits me .....shit Matt and I are usually careful if we don't use a condom we pull out or we get the morning after pill but a while ago I joined the triplets on their 6 million subscribers video .During the night having all the huts to ourselves Matt and I decided to get the hut as far from nick and Chris as possible .It safe to say there was some very animalistic behaviour going on in our tent that night , in the heat of the moment no condom or pull out was used and I could exactly get plan b pill from the gift shop so we just left it and thought well it's not going to happen .

I decide that before I start to get myself worked up in a panic , I'll go to the shop and do a test before the boys get back .Once I feel like I won't be sick again I go and throw some leggings and a jumper on leaving my top to go bra-less as I'm reminded of some achiness in them .I throw some crocs on and grab my car keys as i head out .

*Arrives back from shop*

I walk back into the house and I'm thankful that it's still silent meaning I'm the only one here .This is my first ever pregnancy scare so I'm not expert , I end up buying 7 different tests and some mints to settle my stomach and yet some more gherkins.I wonder around the kitchen with my hands full of tests in search of a cup or container as i dont feel like peeing 6 different times .I decided to keep one unused so i can do it again with matt incase he doesn't believe me .After finding a disposable cup I drink 3 cups of water and walk around the house doing some cleaning while I wait for the water to hit my bladder .I feel a urge to pee and walk to the bathroom, I position the disposable cup where it's supposed to be and let me bladder do it's job I open all the tests and when I'm finished place the 6 sticks into the cup .I start pacing the bathroom but decided that wouldn't be the best thing to do in this situation .So I make my way to the kitchen and put a kettle on figuring that a hot drink may help my nerves while killing the time awaiting the tests.I walk back to the bathroom once then minutes are up and as I pull all the tests out I stand in shock as they all say the same ....I'm pregnant.

Fuck fuck fuck is the only word that is running in my head , what am I going to do ,what am I going to say , what's Matt going to say his career is at its prime right now what will a baby do with this .Fuck their triplets , twins run on my side of the family what if there's more then one baby in there .I hold onto one of the tests in my shaky hands as I pace the bathroom.After minutes of walking around the small white tiled room I decided to hide all the tests and put them in a draw in Matt and my bedroom and I decide to text matt.

Y/n: hey babe was just wondering do you know how long you're gonna be xx

My phone pings instantly telling me that most likely it woul be Matt had texted me back

Matt:yeah not long just grabbing some maccies won't be long everything okay at home ? Xx

Y/n: yeah just got something to talk to you about xx

I avoid my phone until he gets back .I'm startled as I hear the door fling open and just one set of foot steps ."y/n?" I hear his familiar voice Matt is calling after me ."in the living room" I shout back to him .Seconds later he appears looking as perfect as usual "where's Chris and nick?" I ask him "they was fucking around when we was supposed to be signing cards for merch getting sent out so they went back to the warehouse to do their signing , Laura is gonna drop them off later tho .What's this thing you wanna talk about?" I pause with words moving rapidly around my head trying to think of the right way to tell him that I'm now pregnant with his child .I decide that no words are the right words so I take him by the hand and lead him to the bathroom.

His body stills while his eyes move over what the tests all say .The room is silent , too silent."Matt says something " I say breaking the silence ."when did it happen" he says still not taking his eyes off the tests "at the safari , in the hut that night" I respond back to him "fuck" he mutters to himself as he storms out the door .I stand there in silence as my eyes well up with tears.I hear the jingle of Matt's car keys and the door slamming telling me that Matt had left again and gone in his car .I walk into the living room now numb with emotions my hand rests on my lower stomach now knowing that through the layers of skin and muscle is our baby ,my baby the size smaller then a bean in this moment I know that I've got to keep this baby wether Matt wants it or not .

Minutes pass and my nauseous feeling comes over me again as I run to the bathroom again.I spend all the best part of an hour again with my head in the toilet when I stand up again feeling weak at my knees I brush my teeth for the 3rd time today trying to get rid of the vile aftertaste left in my throat .I hear the door go again but i hear 3 set of footsteps this time ,and voices nick ,Chris and matts voice ."what are you gonna do bro?" I hear Chris ask Matt "I don't know"he responds "well you and y/n have gotta talk this out Matt you can't just leave her in the bathroom like you did last time " I hear nick snap at the boys .

"Y/n" I hear nick call out me ."I'm on the bathroom just about to come out" I shout back as I walk into the kitchen .Matt's angry stare softens as he seen my face , I'm now pale and clammy with my skin layered in a thin amount of sweat ."congratulations" Chris says breaking the tension in the room "thank you" I say with a half smile ."so I think you two have gotta talk about this" nick states ."I'm not getting rid of it" I say quickly that being the only thing I'm sure of right now ."I wasn't even going to suggest that" Matt says with anger in his voice .Nick ,places his hand up to Matt in a urge to shush him "calm Matt" he says to him."is it mine ?"matt asks me looking me in the eye "are you fucking kidding me" i say in the exact tone that matt has.Nick and chris take this as a hint and both excuse themselves to different rooms "yeah I'm being real" he says raising his voice , it being full with anger ."you're the only person I've slept with matt you know that" i say to him storming off into our shared room .

*Few hours later*

I hear a knock at the bedroom door hoping that it's Matt ."come in" I shout sounding optimistic.The door opens and nick strides in with a sorry smile on his face "so that was intense" he says as he sits down next to me on the bed "yeah" i agree with him ."so i dont know if this is the right thing to say but im really glad your'e keeping the baby" he says nudging my arm ."yeah i am too , i just hope that matt feels the same " i say smiling properly for the first time today ."alright its getting late so I'll leave you to sleep i heard creating a baby can be tiring "he says with a small laugh.

Just as nick leaves the room Matt enters it , he ignores me acting as if I'm not in the room as he goes to the wardrobe grabbing some spare pillows and duvet he walks back out of the room as I sit in bed listening to him getting comfortable on the sofa .I think to myself how much of a long night I'm in for I can never sleep properly when I'm not with Matt and even worse knowing that he's mad at me .As the thoughts come to my head added with the extra hormones that pregnancy has brought on my eyes start to fill with tears when they fall down my face .I have so many questions running over my head thinking how I'm going to bring up a baby by myself although nicks previous words bring some form of comfort to me .As the clock strike 4 am and im still wide awake and emotional i decide to head to the bathroom and take a calming bath .Im thankful that both nick and chris's rooms are on different levels as I run the tab the sound of water echos through the room .I rid of my clothes and get into the bath now full of bubbles I close my eyes in attempt to relax.

Suddenly my nauseousness creeps up on me again , who ever called morning sickness 'morning' has never experienced this cus it seems to be all throughout the day already .I jump up from the bath with my wet hair sticking to my body as I move quickly to the toilet I throw the lid up and sit on the floor as bile begins to leave my body .I startled as a soft towel is wrapped around my body ,I look up to see Matt crouching next to me with his eyes full of tears himself .His hand rubs circles on my back as I start gagging again ."let it out baby it's okay" he whispers I release bile 3 more times as I pull back and rest my head on Matt's shoulder as he pushes my hair out of my face ."come on let's go to bed and talk " he says so quietly careful not to wake his two brothers up .He stands up and picks me up bridal style still with the towel wrapped around me .He carries me to our bed and uses his foot to close the door as he places me gently on the bed .He goes to our wardrobe and fetches me some shorts and one of his tops , he helps me get dressed as my body is weak from the vomiting.Once I'm dressed I lay in bed as Matt walks over to the other side of the bed and jumps in to bed with me .I sit waiting for him to speak "y/n im sorry for what i said and done earlier i know that you would never cheat on me and id never ask you to get rid of it .Whatever you choose ill support you .Im sorry ive treated you like that when you needed me the most ..." I cut his speech off with a kiss "I know , I know babe and we're going to be fine I want to keep this baby tho" I say to him looking him in his eyes "we're going to be a mommy and daddy" he says to me smiling ."we best tell our parents" I say to him before falling asleep in his arms .

#chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #fanfiction #like #chris sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo fanfic #mattsturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo smut #baby #stories #series #part 1 #parts #comment #folow4folow

[unadulterated-syd]

Worry of Forever.

Author's note: This is lightly based on an angst prompt I saw on twt (i don't have a link! But essentially, holding them whilst they're wounded) I however cannot handle Carl's death and therefore it'll be a happy ending for my own sake.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, angst, light mentions of death, happy ending, completely out of twd lore just using the characters I need to.

Short + Unedited.

Sitting nervously in the creek-ey boarded up house, you played with your knife, cleaning from it. Carl had been gone for longer than he typically was, whilst Rick and Michonne had just come back saying they'd split from him.

"I thought you were with him!" Michonne quietly freaked out as Rick did the same. You'd only sat out on this one to clear the house, and board up more entries. God you wished you'd gone.

"Guys, guys! There's no use fighting. We have to go find him." You pushed yourself from the table, standing up, and sliding your knife quickly into its holder on your thigh.

The older two led you to the last time the three were together, but he wasn't there. Carl was smart, all of you knew he'd hide if need-be, so you all split up.

It was simply gods awful trickery on you when you'd found him. He was sitting up against a tree tearing a piece of his shirt, prepared to wrap it around a large wound. "Carl! Oh my god.. were you bit are you okay!" You ran over setting your bag to your side as you slid onto your knees next to him

"Yeah- Yeah.. I'm fine." He gritted his teeth, lying as he was obviously in pain. You looked over him, wounds covered his body, which you could tell by the fresh blood randomly seeping through his clothes. "Stop that." You whispered.

He was prepared to speak, but he simply watched you grab at your bag. You felt the tears in your eyes, and you felt so silly for crying in front of him, but you couldn't help it. You grabbed for bandages, vision blurry as you hear Michonne and Rick's shouting.

"Y/n, y/n!" All you really remembered was being pushed out of the way as they got him up and you all made it back to the house. But, here you did take over. Helping clean and bandags every cut.

You did it all through tears, you were almost surprised by your own ability to do so. Carl was quiet for the most part, but when was he not. You didn't bother asking what happened, Rick had forced every detail from him and now Michonne and he were off to find the perpetrators.

"I'm sorry.." Carl started, after you'd finished, the two of you now simply sitting on the old couch in silence. "For scaring you.. I didn't think you'd worry that much."

"You didn't think I'd worry that much? Carl of course I'd worry that much, you almost died. I don't blame you, those assholes did it.. but don't ever think I don't care."

He sat up slightly, on his elbows, you sitting at the other end of the couch by his head. He took a deep breath, looking up at you. Before laying his head in your lap. "I'm going to sleep." He mumbled.

This maneuver caught you of guard, the two of you were very close but he was never that forward. Maybe a near death experience changed that. You messed with his hair, the peace finally capturing after you, and before you knew it the calm atmosphere got to you two, till it went dark. The best sleep of your life, Carl would reckon the same.

#twd #the walking dead #carl #carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #rick #rick grimes #michonne #zombie apocalypse #happy ending #angst #fluff

[thefisherqueen]

Notes on Granada's Sherlock Holmes: the last vampire

This will be a tough one to follow for me! I barely remember anything about the story, except that it had something to do with blood, that a woman was wrongly and for rather racist reasons accused and that instead a young boy turned out to be the attempted murderer

Someone is burned alive in the opening scene? What? I don't remember this

"I'll stop if you let me kiss you". Wait. Isn't this her actual stepson? *a few minutes further* ok, that is not the mother, so not her stepson. Still very creepy behaviour from this boy. This comes a bit too close for comfort to me personally. People very rarely talk about it, but children can be the perpertators of sexual violence sometimes, as was the case for me

Ok, the next scene cheers me up. Laughing so hard about Holmes dressing up as a vampire and scaring the hell out of Watson

Why is everyone so scared of that grave looking man dressed in black? Don't understand that yet

Holmes, highly randomly: "This cup and saucers has been here for three days" he's so ADHD

Holmes: "Everything is better than this stagnation" *flops dramatically down in a chair* *assumes even more dramatic pose*

Poor Watson, he just wants some tea while Holmes is infodumping

Seems like Jeremy Brett and Edward Hardwicke had the time of their lives acting this whole vampire scene, I love them so much

Holmes: "The world is big enough for us, no ghosts need apply" Ah, I remember that quote!

Why am I not convinced by Holmes' reason for being in possesion of vampire teeth? Never heard Holmes say 'uhm' so much *mind goes wild with possibilities* I really want to know that the team's thoughts were! Watson: "Did you put them to use?" Almost convinced Watson discovers he has a vampire kink here

Client: "Thank you young man, I'm not quite in my grave yet" Haha, love a fiesty old man

I adore Brett and Hardwicke exchanging glances and trying not to laugh as the forgetful client rambles on

Ah, there's the first death. Looks quite dramatic with all the blood! And oh, that stranger really had bad timing. And he's a descendant of a hated, cruel landowner who the villagers burned alive. Plenty of reason I guess for the villagers to be suspicious

So the baby died as well (they made this so much darker). Holmes and Watson go to the village to investigate and keep the village calm. Good concept, actually. Great expantion upon the canon story

Village life has changed so little over a hunderd years that I forgot for a while that this movie takes place in the victorian age, lol, until Watson named all the young influenza victims. Yeah, that was a thing back then. Not entirely related, but I wonder now how long it took before child deaths in villages really started to go down. The installing of sewers and clean drinking water supply made a huge difference here... but I wouldn't be surprised if it took a long time before all villages had the same fascilities as the cities. Anyway, as tragic as it always has been (and I read a lot of proza and poetry written by grieving parents), a baby's death still was nothing out of the ordinary around 1900. According to this graph on child mortality, 228 out of a 1000 children died before they were five years old in the UK in 1900. (compared to 4 in 2020. That's an astonishing difference)

Ohh, bats living in the countryside with lots of old buildings, suspicious!

The writer is very relatable. I, too, have a tendency to horrify the fellow people at my table with marcabre history and uncomfortable questions

Love the way Holmes enages the whole fucking pub. Loudy: "Surely there is no crime in this part of the country!" *dead silence*

The influenza epidemic running in the background really adds to the panicked atmoshere, that was a clever choice

What was that sudden hallucination (??) at the ruin? *some time later* Oh, all right. Glad they went with actual optical effects this time

I love the scenes where we get to see Watson in his role as a doctor, visiting patients - calm, caring, competent. Such a wonderful exploration of that side of his character

Oh, the writer himself is dead now too? That was quite sudden and unexpected. Damn. I liked him. He was creepy but in a good way. Third death and counting, because of course it's not over now

I hate how realistic this whole panicked reaction of the village feels. People see causal relations where they don't exist and do wild, irrational things when they're scared, we've all seen it over the years. I can easily see a group of conspiracy theorists digging up a just burried man in the dead of night and moving him

I like how it's not necessary the Peruian artifacs and beliefs that are portrayed as in themselves creepy, but what they become in the hands of two white people. I think you can certainly argue it's a portrayal of cultural appropriation

The finale felt a bit rushed compared to the middle part. Still satisfying, but why kill the boy off? (at least I assume he's dead). I would have loved to see closure in the village, especially for the parents because holy shit they lost both their children, and a bit more reflection from Holmes and Watson

I really loved this episode, it was so well done and may become one of my favs. Nice build up, delightful characters, a good balance of fun and eerie things. The only thing I can find fault with is that the timing was just a bit off, the middle part a bit to long and the ending a bit too short. Classic period horror movie meets detective story

#sherlock holmes #granada holmes #the last vampire

[slowlydifferentbluebird]

MOTHER IM ALIVE

i pop in and out on this app so much i’m sorry ☠️ the last time i checked on u tho i think you were how are you feeling now? 🥺

idk at what point i accidentally unfollowed you my phone is rude for that but i fixed it 😤 as a bestie i feel i have to explain a bit why i wasn’t here so little update if you remember that time i told u i had a cavity that was hurting, i did eventually get to the dentist and the funnier thing is i have to go back like three or four times really according to them bc the lady said i actually have like ten cavities 🤦‍♀️ and they can’t do them all in the day.

But nothing stopping me from eating sooo i might get some more but let’s hope not 😭 i like ice cream to much i can’t help it. Have you ever tried mint chocolate chip ice cream? I wanted to try it bc certain idols i like always talk about it so I did try it maybe last weekend fun fact i can’t eat it anymore bc i got super dizzy my stomach was hurting. I literally scared my mom to the point she thought she would have to take me to the hospital it was not a cool feeling. That’s what i get for for following idols then i learned that chocolate can cause vertigo ☠️ so i had to just take a nap. Crazy thing is i only had a few spoons anyways

i may not know what to post on this app anymore but i still like checking on ppl i’ve met here. I hope your doing better than you were last time i saw. I’m also waiting for more song recommendations 🤔 and speaking of which i’m not really a fan of aespa but their most recent song “drama” i actually didn’t dislike have you heard it?

Hey bestie, you're alive, I was worried😭❤️

I thought you left Tumblr or something similar, and yeah, I was definitely surprise seeing the notification of you following me, because I was like "when did she stop to follow me?🤔🥺". I thought you were mad at me or something like that, but luckily everything is fine🫶

Also I'm fine, the atmosphere is way more calm now respect to that silly incident. Also, I started writing again, or at least I'm trying between small fictions and reactions. Trying my best to write at least 3 times at week and the first week was a success.

I'm sorry to hear about your problema with sweets and teeth. When I was younger I had a lot of problem with cavities. Then I started doing the teeth cleaning by my dentist every 6 months and everything went way better. I suggest you to do the same. And, bestie, stop eating ice creams, it's november FFS😭 It's not healthy eating that much🙈

And about music and suggestions, I was waiting for a month like this. Red Velvet, Aespa and later we'll have mother Taeyeon comeback too. Is this maybe Heaven? Drama is one of my soty canditates and Chill Kill album is at 90% my aoty. Such a blessed month🥰🤩

Zazá

#ask me anything #kpop

[doberbutts]

@punk-de-l-escalier

Because snakes are largely voiceless, they're really big on body language. However most snakes are also largely non-social animals and many lack the part of the brain that allows for social connection, so it's assumed what they have to say is primarily for intimidation, predation, or reproduction.

In general, a tense or reeled back posture, especially with the head in a tight S shape, is a very loud "I WILL bite you" warning. Really any sort of tenseness, pulling or curling back on themselves, or otherwise avoidant behavior is largely defensive. They're afraid and they want you to go away and leave them alone.

There are some species out there who are a little more forward in their defensive behavior. These snakes may lunge forward unexpectedly, give chase for a short distance, or headbutt with closed mouth. This is also a pretty loud "GO AWAY". When I said that Nidhogg threatened to bite the fuck out of me yesterday, what he did was quickly switch from a defensive position (reeled back and tense in a strong S shape) to a more forward attacking position complete with closed-mouth lunge as I reached in to start cleaning his cage.

Because I find ATBs are really smart (they seem to understand to blame the face for the actions of the hand, or at least mine have) that meant he switched from having a fit about my hand in his cage to lunging at my face in a matter of seconds. This is still a defensive behavior, but it's meant to intimidate and scare off a potential predator as a last-ditch effort before they actually have to bite. In fairness, most people see a snake rise up and lunge at them and back up, which is what he wanted me to do. I had to clean his cage though so 🤷‍♂️ instead I got my gloves so if he backed up his threat I could minimize the damage.

Some snakes will hiss, and this can be very quiet or very loud depending on the individual species. My ATB's hiss sounds like a little puff of air. My BCI's hiss is loud, almost like a roar, and he gapes his mouth open to do so. Vision used to hiss when I first got him, the locale is known for being a bit testy as babies but calming down in adulthood, and he's no exception to that. I haven't heard him hiss or seen him gape since he was about a year and a half. He'll be 8 years old soon. Some will also wag their tails as though they are rattlesnakes, and in the wild they move their tails under brush and leaves to make a similar sound.

When I had hognoses, they would hiss as they flattened their faces and necks to resemble cobras, and often times I could see a "chewing" motion in their jaws. Hognoses are rearfanged venomous, albiet a fairly weak venom, so I'm curious if the chewing motion was them flexing their rear fangs. Rearfanged snakes aren't like normal venomous snakes, they cannot inject you with venom by simply lunging and piercing the skin. Instead they must "chew" their way to a full-mouthed bite once they have hold of you, and only when they have your flesh at the back of their mouth can they actually give you a dose of venom. Hognoses, like most rearfanged snakes, don't use venom as a defense and don't tend to bite in defense, choosing to headbutt or play dead if a predator is particularly stubborn about going away. I found my hogs' hisses to be very loud for their size, and it had a rattling sound to it like a rattlesnake's rattle.

Cobras, of course, also flatten their heads and necks to display their hoods. Other snakes will do this too, but ime none mimic it as well as the hognose. Certain snakes will gape silently, no hiss, to warn you that they have teeth and aren't afraid to use them. Some snakes will fling poop and pee on you, and some have a musk they spray from the same opening which is vile-smelling and doesn't wash out easily.

Snakes- like most animals- don't really want to bite us. Choosing to follow through with the threat is costly, stressful, and dangerous. They are aware we are much bigger than them and can hurt them quite easily. Even if we don't fight back, snake teeth are hollow and break off easily even when we flinch away, or if we have to pry them off of us if they're really latched on. A mouth infection is a death sentence for a wild animal, so they really don't want to risk this if they don't have to. I find even wild snakes will warn and warn and warn before choosing to strike, and hospital data confirms the majority of snake bites seen in ERs are due to people going out of their way to kill the creature or animals that have been allowed to harass them. The few fly-by strikes that happen often DID have warnings, the victim simply didn't see or react to them in time before the snake lost its patience (due to being hidden in tall grass or under a structure).

For predation, I find my snakes all have a certain... focused interest in something they're considering eating. The body is a little looser, the head tightly tracks the prey animal's movements, there's a very single-minded focus on the prey animal. Once they've committed to actually wanting to kill and eat their prey, I see a moment of pause and then the lunge. I have constrictors so my guys get a good mouthful and wrap their bodies around their prey, but when I had hognoses and corns which are not constrictors, they just snatched them up and swallowed them without wrapping them. I feed exclusively frozen/thawed, prekilled prey items as none of mine have required live longterm.

I have not yet bred snakes but I have occasionally had a particularly amorous male test to see if I was an interested lady snake for him to court. My constrictors mostly have spurs- vestigle hind legs- which during breeding they'd use to tickle the underside of a receptive female and hold her in place so they can do their thing. So I've had males stroke me with their spurs before and gone "ew. No you're done actually" before putting them back in their cages. I haven't seen any other courtship behavior than that, but I also don't breed, and I don't let my males progress their flirtations further than rotating their spurs at me.

[danadriel]

"My time with Greesha's clan was being quite pleasant for a position of servitude, they were not stupid, they realized quickly I'm not great for hard labor, I'm not very strong so they let me do lighter yet annoying tasks like cleaning the trucks, which was fine to me, but of course my main job was as a fuck toy….and holy fuck these people are horny! but they were not violent with me so its also ok, still I was not really pleased with the idea of being stuck in a place, they moved very little for a nomad clan and I was longing for the road,I could technically leave at any time I was not their prisoner, but I couldn't not leave during the storm season, not just because rain is acid, but even if it was regular water i would die really quickly of hypothermia in the road so that would be my home for a while.

Greesha become way more friendly as the time passed but she still was kinda paranoid with me near the clan's children, I could go anywhere on the camp except for the the nursery inside the "nest truck" this truck was some sort of large and heavily modified military truck, the exterior walls were covered with improvised ballistic armour, and during emergencies all children are instructed to run and hide inside it, so adults knew were they went and they could focus in protect a single place, in this truck there was 3 major rooms, the nursery, kitchen and Greesha's Bedroom all divided just by curtains, every night I was chained in her bedroom were she could keep her eye on me, but from her room I could see the whole truck,what became really important in a following event.

One night as I was sleeping in my pile of rags I woke up startled by the clear sound of a shootout, Greesha darted outside the truck while she grabbed her rifle, then the truck was suddenly stormed by several kids , they all ran for the nursery as they were instructed, that happened before and lasted few minutes then everything went back to normal…but not this time, as the minutes passed the firefight only got more intense and heavier weapons were being used, I had no idea what to do I was chained and I was not even able to look trough the windows, meanwhile the cubs were all in hugging eachother scared in the corner of the nursery, there was only one adult mother with them but she was too heavily pregnant to fight if needed,she tried to calm the kids but she was clearly as much scared as them.

Their panic and my one only got worse as projectiles began to hit the truck's hull, whoever was attacking the clan was clearly aiming for the nursery, the stress of the situation was immense, I could see the walls bulging as high calliber rounds impacted, I could swear that at any moment some sort of armour piercing shot would rip that wall and convert me or those kids in to mince meat…then silence, the firefight reduced a little enough that I could hear someone pretty heavy aproaching fast, at first I thought it could be mother Greesha, but I was wrong.A massive human man bursted desperately into the truck with a rifle in hand, he was wearing a worn out uniform of the old federation and the characteristic armband of the "human resistance", in the moment he saw the cubs in the end of the truck he took a grenade from his tactical vest, pullet the pin out and prepared to throw it as he yelled "HUMANITY FIRST" the cringy moto of the old federation, at the top of his lungs, in this moment I did something I never knew I was brave enough to do.

I pounced over him! and luckily enough the chain was long enough to allow it, as I grabbed him I bit his neck and held his hand with the grenade, I had no chance facing a man that large in a fair fight he was like at least 100kg, but I did what I could , my sharp teeth pierced his neck in a critical place and his blood gushed inside my mouth , we fell in to the ground as he tried to get rid of me, I held him strongly as I could and ripping as much flesh as I could from his neck, he probably succumbed from the bleeding in seconds but I kept holding for I don't know how long, I was there over his body, with my teeth deep on his neck and my hand on the grenade, I was certain that thing was about to explode, but I just stood quiet lost in an state of pure adrenaline.

Finally when Greesha entered the room she frantically removed the grenade from my hand almost breaking my fingers and disposed of it far from the camp, I believe she tried to interrogate me, but I fell catatonic for several hours, when I returned to reality we were already on the move far away from the battle, once in safety and all the wounded were cared for she came to me incredulous, once she noticed one of the attackers sneaked behind the camp and went straight to the nursery she was sure it was over for their kids, it would be another tragedy like many times before, but I prevented it , she called me brave, but I told her don't think I was really brave or heroic I felt that was done primarily for spite…That guy, that uniform, that shout…that woke up something inside me, the regret of never had done anything against the old federation regime, back in the day I saw so many rebels fight the system while I stood quiet behind my desk , they died heroes while I lived as a coward hating myself, I think all that frustration brew in this ultimate moment of real action.

Greesha laughed and told me: "perhaps it was the wheel of fate, I lived to fight another day and today my fight saved many lives" and she was proud of me, not just her but the whole clan was really happy for what I did, so much so that in the next day they threw a party to celebrate their survival (a common celebration among nomadic clans) and they let me partake in! I drunk so much beer and filled my gut with meat, what meat? meat from that guy I killed! feraloids don't have any restraint in eating human meat specially from humans who tried to kill their cubs, and they love to watch someone like me commit cannibalism…mother Greesha in particular seemed to had alot of pleasure in watching that.

By the end of the night we were really drunk, Greesha took me to her bedroom, but instead of chaining me as usual she put me in her bed and kissed me, mama was ready to love and I was too, it began with kisses, and soon my head was between her legs and her cock in my mouth…and ohhh I can tell you the old mamma has a strong shaft between her legs and I sucked that with passion!once she was done with my mouth she mounted me like a horny dog, I even get embarrassed to repeat the naughty things she moaned in my ears…but one in particular made me drool in pleasure, she said "I will fill you with pups you stupid whore" I loved that…as she finished with my ass and her seed flooded my guts I felt something strange, like something changed, that weird feeling when something serious on your body changed and you don't know if that is right or wrong, anyway I was too drunk and tired to think about it so I just slept cuddling Greesha.

Fast forward some weeks as the routine continued I began to feel weird, morning sickness, metallic taste on my mouth, my breasts hurt a lot and my belly swollen, turns out I became PREGNANT! yes I got pregnant from butt sex! at first I thought she did something weird with me but she was equally clueless, we had to do some back and forth on the nearby city until we found a doctor with some knowledge in mutations and he explained how that is possible, turns out the Flesh Masters who modded me went a little further than the basic, long story short, I can make children with my ass! Greesha laughed so much in the doctors office that she almost choked!

I was shocked but really happy, it was way too kinky to believe but it was real and became even more real as the months passed, my belly grew like a beachball, locomotion became quite hard but I'm enjoying it a lot, specially the special attention from Greesha, she pampers me so much, she is always cuddling, kissing and rubbing me whenever she gets the chance, and now I can help her in the nursery because my tits are functional! and they produce a lot, I feel like a little cow….This being a lot of fun and pleasurable in the last months but I already told Greesha that I long for the road, life on the clan is cool but I feel that I have a journey a head of me that I need to do alone, so once I the birthing is done and I'm recovered I will go back to my lone wanderer life, she was really sad to hear that, but she understands it , so we are enjoying or last weeks together as much as possible, and I'm preparing mentally and physically to push 3 babies out of my ass!" (Danadriel)

#furry #art #pregnant #pregnancy #interspecies #breastfeeding #intersex

[girltomboy]

70 horrible questions answer game

Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

I'm on good terms with my mom rn, but my dad and I are estranged. I haven't seen him in like 4 years and he doesn't really answer my messages anymore. My overall relationship with my family in general is usually fine but sometimes strained because of... well, generational trauma. I'm not particularly close with anyone in my family, not in a family way at least

2. Who did you last say "I love you" to?

My partner

3. Do you regret anything?

I don't, I rarely feel regret per se, I don't wish anything had happened differently simply because I think it's a waste of time. I mean, I probably have minor/petty gripes with how certain things went for me, but I don't dwell

4. Are you insecure?

I used to be very insecure, but I've grown a lot in my mid 20s. I'm way past that phase of my life, obviously I recognize I still have to work on myself regarding certain aspects, but I'm also aware and proud of my progress

5. What is your relationship status?

Sorry but saying "I'm taken" makes me feel like a high school student, whereas "partnered" makes me feel 50. There has to be a middle ground in the English language

6. How do you want to die?

I dunno, old age probably.

7. What did you last eat?

A clementine

8. Played any sports?

I used to play volleyball in middle + high school, and after that there hasn't been a single opportunity for me to play an organized sport as an adult. I miss playing team sports, but idk how to go about that now :(

9. Do you bite your nails?

My nails have always been rock hard, and trying to bite them is really hard and a bit painful for my teeth, so that's a habit I've thankfully just never been able to pick up. But I do eat the skin around them, for my daily protein intake

10. When was your last physical fight?

Probably middle school, feels a little sad to think that one day I had my last physical fight and didn't know I wasn't gonna do that anymore

11. Do you like someone?

Well, my boyfriend and I are my favorite people

12. Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

No, I don't think I've ever made it that long. I think I did stay up 24 hours though, probably in college, but barely

13. Do you hate anyone at the moment?

Not really a specific person, maybe some upper management at my job but I think that pertains more to capitalism in general rather than an individual

14. Do you miss someone?

I miss A LOT of people all the time! My boyfriend, my grandma, my late grandma, my best friend, my college friends, my college professors, my high school teachers, my high school classmates, my middle school classmates, my primary school teachers- I could sit here and write paragraphs about all of them individually.

15. Have any pets?

Not where I currently live, but my grandma and I share joint custody with a dog of 9 years <3

16. How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

I have a headache, I'm thirsty, and I can't wait to go to bed. But I'm relaxed and feeling satisfied after a super productive gaming night

17. Ever made out in the bathroom?

Which bathroom? I've definitely made out with my bf in my bathroom lol but not any other bathrooms as far as I can remember right now

18. Are you scared of spiders?

Not really, but I do squash them sometimes

19. Would you go back in time if given the chance?

Temporarily yes, but I wouldn't want to teleport back in time and relive years or decades all over again. Maybe hang out in the past for a few days and then go back to my current life, because I'm sure I'd want to come back eventually

20. Where was the last place you snogged someone?

My hallway, saying goodbye to my bf

21. What are your plans for this weekend?

Just like every weekend: absolutely nothing :) sleep in (but not too much), make breakfast (or lunch), clean around my apartment, play video games, get stoned, read, just stuff I usually do at home. The options are endless

22. Do you want to have kids? How many?

No, I don't want any. In another life perhaps, I'd want a daughter

23. Do you have piercings? How many?

No 😭 I'm such a coward, I was seriously considering getting a nose piercing, but I chickened out & gave up on the idea when I googled what it looks like without the actual piercing in, and realized the hole is too visible and it's just permanently there forever! Even if it closes. So now I feel like a septum is the only viable option for me, but it's gonna take at least another year until I gather the courage to even start considering it lol, in conclusion: zero

24. What were your best subjects?

In high school I was a linguistics nerd and absurdly good at geography. I also had fun in P.E.

25. Do you miss anyone from your past?

See answer number 14 😭 I probably miss my late grandma the most out of everyone who isn't in my life anymore. Cause I feel like we didn't spend enough time together even though she raised me for years, and she just knew nothing about me as a young adult, as the woman she raised.

26. What are you craving right now?

A room temperature glass of water and some crisp seedless grapes

27. Have you ever broken someone's heart?

No idea if it was ever that serious, I did "reject"? Some people in my life lol but I don't know if they suffered over it and resent me or if it was a shrug and move on type of situation

28. Have you ever been cheated on?

I had some iffy moments when I was in a long-distance relationship with an American girl as a teenager, like really questionable and odd. But I think I was too naive to make a big deal out of them, or I didn't have the words to speak up

29. Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

Unfortunately I think yes, same girl from the previous answer. I'll never know though.

30. What's irritating you right now?

Right now as in right now now nothing lol but right now as in nowadays I think I'm put off by insecurity and excessive self pity. Like wallowing and stuff. Not to say I never do that, but the place I'm in currently just doesn't have enough space for that. It denotes too much self absorption and not enough self awareness and thinking beyond yourself. Though when I encounter people who struggle with that I'm sympathetic and patient, it's just something I used to see in myself a lot and now that I've moved past that phase I see it more clearly

31. Does somebody love you?

A lot of people do in many different ways

32. What is your favorite color?

It changes often, but right now I'm drawn to browns and nudes.

33. Do you have trust issues?

I think I was born with them, but I've been working on myself and improving. I think a certain level of skepticism is necessary and healthy, though

34. Who/what was your last dream about?

Last night I had a really weird chain of dreams, like my yard at home looked different, it was as if I was actually living in my neighbor's home and had their yard. And then there was this chain-link fence that separated my yard from the neighbors', and in the dream it freaked me out a little that they could just see us through the fence, but some voice reassured me that they were nice and harmless. Then I started being more confident walking around my yard, and there was so much green, like trees and climbing plants all over the fence, and grass, and so much shade. Then it was like I was living elsewhere, and like my parents house had this long winding staircase that went up into some kind of tower, where I have a faint idea that there were human remnants? Or something like that. And it was kinda freaking me out, and I think something about the couch in my grandma's room. And my bf was there too, maybe we were talking on a bench in the forest about all this. I've been trying to piece back together a clear image of this dream, but not very successfully.

35. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

It's probably my boyfriend, although that hasn't happened in a long time. I wanna say it's been too long for it to be my boyfriend, maybe it was my work friend? I remember getting emotional when she was telling me about this other coworker's personal problems one time when we went out for wine, like I had no idea she had stuff weighing her down.

36. Do you give out second chances too easily?

Second yes, probably too easily. Third, maybe not. It really depends, but usually not. Second chances I do give out shamelessly

37. Is it easier to forgive or forget?

Oh, it's definitely easier to forgive. You forgive someone for them or for yourself, it's a choice to make. You have no choice in forgetting

38. Is this year the best year of your life?

It's only been a week of it, can I give it some more time? 😭 So far, not really, but it's an unfair assessment to make rn. It still has time to become that! Hopefully it can become the best year of my life so far, not of my entire life, I'm not even 30 yet.

39. How old were you when you had your first kiss?

22 years old

40. Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

Outside in the world, on the street, no. Not even at the beach. I did use to walk in my yard with no clothes on when I was little. It was my way of unwinding after kindergarten. I used to pee standing up 😭

51. <- the questions actually go from 40 to 51 and then continue like that?? 😭 I only just noticed omg Favorite food?

This is sending me lmaooo UM I've been craving my grandma's meatballs and sauce for days now (I was on a walk and literally smelled it in the air randomly) probably not my #1 favorite food ever, but it's a food I'm never not in the mood for.

52. Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

I never know what people mean when they say that. Does it mean for a reason, as in part of a big plan? Like the biblical Plan that god has for us? I don't believe people are given their own cross to carry from birth to death

53. What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night.

I did go to bed last night eventually, and before sleeping I put on moisturizer, said goodnight to my bf and put on an asmr video from this girl I found on youtube who actually understands asmr (there are very very few asmr creators that really understand it)

54. Is cheating ever okay?

I think being the victim of cheating is what ultimately fucks up an overwhelming lot of people, so I can't give it any justification

55. Are you mean?

Probably sometimes, I never try to be though

56. How many people have you fist fought?

A regular bunch, maybe less than 5 in total, if we're not counting fist fighting the same person several times

57. Do you believe in true love?

Sure I do, if I'm capable of it then someone else has to be too, right?

58. Favorite weather?

Whatever the hell there's in the air during spring months, crisp air, warm breeze, sunlight fresh like the skin after a scab falls off.

59. Do you like the snow?

I grew up with heavy winters and shoveling/sweeping the snow off the sidewalk and in our yard, and I've experienced too much of its cold powers to "like" it. But I can't deny there's something magical about it. As I grow older I fear it less, it's a bit incredible that this is happening to me.

60. Do you wanna get married?

Not legally, but I wouldn't be opposed to a symbolic, unofficial ceremony. Just some vows and rings and a pretty place, and some close friends. Maybe the official part can happen when I'm older, like a formality like writing your will or something.

61. Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

I mean if we're dating sure, my bf and I call each other baby all the time. Huge no for strangers though lol

62. What makes you happy?

And that orange, it made me so happy, As ordinary things often do Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park. This is peace and contentment. It’s new.

63. Would you change your name?

I like my name, and am attached to it, having been assigned it by my mother, grown up with it and everything. I've always had this modest list in the back of my head of names I wished I'd been given. Never wrote it down or anything, but it's there and not stagnant lol. But I don't think I'd ever change it for real

64. Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

My bf is easy to kiss, I'd be having a great time

65. Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

I have been in this situation many times, but not with best friends. It probably depends on our dynamic, but if I like them back then I'd seize the opportunity to confess as well. I'm open to love, friends to lovers is how I got into my relationship

66. Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

Most of my male friends, yeah. Most of my friends, actually. I don't tend to hold myself back if I know the people I'm with don't either.

67. Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

These opposite sex questions are sendingg meee 😭😭😭 my bf before he went to take a bath

68. Who's the last person you had a deep conversation with?

My friends on discord probably, or my boyfriend. I actually can't wait to reunite with my work friend and have some talks with her, just about stuff.

69. Do you believe in soulmates?

Sure yeah, I know anyone can connect with anyone, but I think for every person there's a few people that they connect with on a different level. Like I think some people can really see inside you, and the other way round.

70. Is there anyone you would die for?

I honestly don't think anyone's life is more precious than mine (or the other way round). I think that would be too painful

#this set of high school curious cat ask fm ass questions 💀 #like where are TEN of them? lmaooo #i love tumblr ask games

[gnattyplayssims]

1957 Pt2 - The Break-in

"Being a Sea Monster is exhausting I'm ready for a nap!"

Ava laughed, "You're a very good sea monster, Daddy"

"Why don't you two read a book and I'll get started on dinner. Oh! my mom found the Chronicles of Rodiek. It came in the mail yesterday."

"That sounds great, baby!" Jamal smiled and opened the door for his wife to enter first,

"Jamal!" He came up behind her and froze when he saw the state of their living room. Papers everywhere, shelves tipped, chairs flipped, the bedroom doors hanging wide open. "My books!"

Sofia took a step toward the shelves but Jamal seized her wrist, "No, those shelves look precarious." He stepped in front of her angrily "Who the plumb would do this?"

"Jam, It was Don. It had to be. He knows how much I like books. This has to be him telling me he found me!"

"Hey, hey!" He took her by the shoulders as Ava entered the house and took in the room.

Jamal let out a breath not wanting to talk about Don in front of Ava and kissed Sofia on the forehead instead. "Stay here, I'll check the rest of the house."

"Mommy, what happened here?"

"It's okay sweetie, someone just wanted to scare mommy, but daddy's going to take care of it." Ava nodded and put on her brave face, Sofia pulled her in pretending to comfort her daughter when really it was her that needed the comfort.

"House is clear. I'll start cleaning up."

"Cleaning up?! Are you crazy?! We need to call the authorities! We need to get out of this house! We need to get as far away from Don as possible! We need-"

Jamal seized her face and she choked as he pulled her face toward him. His grip easing as she relaxed into his kiss.

"Do you not think I can protect you?" he spoke through gritted teeth then seemed to realize he was scaring her and pulled her into a hug.

"I-I'm just so scared, Jam. I can't go back to that life."

"You won't. I promise. I'll take you to Copperdale while I sort things out here."

That night Hezekiah was sitting in the living room when the phone rang. "Hi dad it's Sofia."

"Dandelion! It's good to hear from you, how are you?"

She sniffed "I'm fine, we're fine...Jamal had a work thing come up...can Ava and I stay with you for a few days?"

"We'd love that"

"Look who else came to stay!" Anabelle was overjoyed to have both her children under one roof again. "We'll have to pull out a sleeping bag."

"Jamal is only staying the night, he has to get back to Oasis Springs...for work." Sofia hugged her mother, "Ava can sleep with me.

"Is everything okay sweetie?" Anabelle looked at her daughter skeptically. Noticing more than just the fear in her eyes.

"I'm...just tired. It was a long trip here. I think I'll lay down for a bit if that's okay."

"Alright. I'll wake you when dinner is ready."

Anabelle was excited to be cooking for her whole family again. "Mom that smells amazing. I think you've become an even better cook then when I left."

"Maybe a little but you've also been eating your aunt Rachel's cooking."

"Ugh, peppers mom? I hate peppers."

"Pick them out."

"Sweetheart, you've barely touched your dinner."

"I'm not hungry."

"You were starving on the way here."

"The peppers are flavoring the whole thing."

Jamal forced a smile trying to communicate without worrying her parents. "Baby, you've had a long day, you really should eat."

Hezekiah frowned at their weird behavior but didn't say anything. Anabelle was not so careful. "Sofia, I worked really hard on this meal, the least you can do is give it a taste."

"Anabelle, leave her alone. She's a grown woman she doesn't need you telling her how to eat."

Anabelle winced, remembering the last time they had sat around this table and argued about food. "Sorry, sweetie, It's a mother's job to worry about her children."

"No it's fine, I'll eat some of it."

"See that wasn't so bad."

Sofia felt like she was going to be sick.

"Well on that wonderful family bonding note, can I use your TV? My friend Estaban has been talking about this show but we don't have a TV in Henford."

"Sure son." Kye said focusing his attention on Ava who'd finally woke from her nap. "Hey kiddo, come over here and grab a plate"

A little later Hezekiah joined Stefan in the living room, "Ugh what is this garbage."

"It's not garbage dad, Judith Ward is like the most popular actress in television right now."

"You know when I was a kid we had to go to a theater and the movies were silent."

"Can I watch too Grampa?"

Kye brightened a bit. "Oh sure sweetheart, why don't you come sit between us and your uncle can tell us what's so special about this silly show"

As the family settled in, Anabelle pulled her daughter aside. "I don't mean to upset you sweetheart but..."

Anabelle handed her daughter the box with a sad smile and Anabelle's stomach dropped. "I've been suspecting all evening."

Sofia slipped into the bathroom and took a deep breath. It would be negative again, she was just stressed. Dread filled her when she saw the second line "No"

"Well?" Sofia just nodded and Anabelle hugged her excitedly. "Oh sweetheart!"

"Mom quiet, I don't need everyone knowing just yet."

Her mother kissed her on the cheek, "Ok ok. I'm sorry. I'm just so excited for you."

"Yeah. Me too." She forced a smile, "I'm gonna lay down."

Jamal found Sofia later that night. "Hey, you coming to bed?"

"Jamal, I have something I need to tell you...before you go back to Oasis Springs."

Meanwhile in the bedroom, "Sofia's pregnant."

"What? That's amazing!"

"It is but...I don't think she's very happy about it."

1958 Pt1 - The Meaning of a Rose

#mizrahi legacy #dandy generation #decades challenge #sims 4 storytelling #ts4 storytelling #ts4 legacy

[wolfsama8]

The mechanic

Prologue

*we see an older izuku tossing and turning in his bed sweating profusely*

Izuku:STOP IT!!!

*izuku woke up jumping breathing heavily as he looked around scared seeing his room and nobody but himself in the mirror he took a few deep breaths and sat on the bed*

Izuku:why can't you leave my head...

*izuku muttered bitterly to himself as his hands started shaking a bit in pain izuku grabbed a bottle and took some pills*

Izuku:it's over...it's over...you're out...they can't find you..they can't hurt you..she can't hurt you..

*izuku repeated to himself before getting up and going to the bathroom he did his routine took a shower brushed his teeth brushed his still unkept hair and he got dressed he sat on the bed and puts on the radio as he ties his shoes*

Radio: in other news the pro hero creati last night saved a bus full of children with her quick thinking and...

*izuku grabbed the radio and threw it at the wall breaking it*

Izuku:every day with the hero bullshit..

*izuku takes a cigarette puts it in his mouth and starts to smoke as he looked himself in the mirror*

*he touched the scar that was on his eyebrow remembering that day*

Izuku:....stop thinking about it just go to work..

*izuku got up and cleaned the pieces of the broken radio putting it in the trash before grabbing another one from the closet and putting it in its place*

Izuku:ok..time to start the day..

Meanwhile with momo

Izuku:and for my former fiance I just want to say I hope you die I hate you from the bottom of my heart

Momo:izuku I'm sorry!!!

*momo woke up jumping from her bed tears fresh on her face hyperventilating looking all around for her izuku to only find no one in her huge expensive room she grabbed a bag that was on her nightstand and started breathing into the bag until she was calmed down once she did she just hugged herself and let the tears flow naturally until her opened slowly momo looked and saw her daughter looking at her with concern*

Momo:o..oh honey! I..I..I'm sorry did I wake you up..?

Eri:....

*eri walked up to her mother and hugged her*

Eri:I miss him to mom..

*momo let the water works harder and hugged her daughter for who knows how long*

Later

*we see momo driving while eri was in the back seat*

Momo:so honey exited for you're first day at UA?

Eri:yeah I can't wait! I'm gonna be the next number 1 belive it!

Momo:hehe you've been watching to much naruto dear

Eri:there is no such thing as too much naruto dattebayo!

*eri giggled with stars in her eyes as they made it to the gates eri got off*

Momo:alright have fun at you're first day call me if anything happens!

Eri:mom come on I'm aizawa's favorite neice he loves me

*momo chuckled knowing the hell that awaits her daughter eri got out of the car and started walking inside with momo looking at her one more time*

Momo:10 years flow by so fast..

*momo got sad again thinking of him*

Momo"he missed 10 years of her life because of us.."

*momo sighed sadly and drove off to work momo yaoyorozu was a smart woman. She was well versed in politics, business law, both national and international, business accounting, business management, business administration; she had passed all of her classes with the highest grades. And was one of the top 10 pro heroes she was a very intelligent woman but One area of knowledge that was however lacking was cars. Momo's knowledge of cars was thus.*

"The key went in the ignition, and you drove."

*But that said it was a piece of knowledge she had never seen a use for. Until today as car made an odd noise she'd never heard before when she started it up but she chucked it up to something inconsequential that she'd probably heard and disregarded a thousand times before. As she pulled into the highway the car shuddered slightly but she once again ignored it, thinking that it was just another part of how the car worked.She was half way to work when there was a loud 'bang' and her cars bonnet looked like it had been hit with jack hammer from the inside as smoke wafted up from the freshly formed gaps, the engine died and the car came to a shuddering halt about a hundred meters down the road.Needless to say the young woman was for lack of a better word; panicked.Smoke was still rising out of the engine as momo got out of her car and attempted to see what was going on. She was just about to open the bonnet when a hand reached out and grabbed her wrist. Momo yelped in shock as she pulled back, surprised to see a man a lot taller than herself looking at her. Momo took an immediate dislike to the man; while he smelt fine he looked like she hadn't showered in days all the same the man gave her a worried looked like she was about to commit the most heinous of crimes*

Izuku:yeah unless you want give yourself a nasty burn you shouldn't touch it.

*momo looked at him like she didn't believe what he was saying, so to illustrate her point the man held up a water bottle and poured a little bit of it onto the bonnet of the car. It sizzled like he was pouring it onto a hot plate.

Momo:Who are you?

*momo asked hotly, regretting it almost immediately. To his credit however the taller man acted like he didn't even care about the outright hostility momo was showing*

Izuku:I would be a mechanic I was couple of cars behind you when I saw what happened and decided to help unless of course you have a engineering degree but seeing seeing state of you're care I highly doubt that

*momo would be insulted if the car didn't make another sound making her jump a little*

Momo:y..yes...yes you're help would be most appreciated what's you're name if you don't mind me asking?

Izuku:the names izuku midoriya ma'am

*momo froze and tears immediately fell from her face*

Momo:z..zuzu..

*izuku froze only one person ever called him that and he frowned looking pissed*

Izuku:momo..

*the two looked at eachoter one with longing and regret while the other with hatred and scorn once star eyed lovers now as good as strangers how did they end up like this well it all started with a mistake*

#fanfic #fanfiction #my hero academia #betrayed #izumomo #wattpad #patreon #bnha izuku #izuku midoriya #the mechanic

[crunchingtiger]

God you know one time when I was 20 years old I got half the skin ripped off my fucking foot because I was playing capture the flag barefoot and someone in cleats stomped down hard on my foot and twisted. I'm not exaggerating about half the skin from the top of my foot just straight up gone. I guess it got stuck to the bottom of his shoe but he ran off so idk. I hope it did I hope he found it and it traumatized him. Anyway just excruciating pain I think I briefly whited out just from the shock and the pain combined. My foot wound up swelling up and turning purple. Got it x rayed eventually no bones broken just the fucking trauma and bruising from getting the skin fucking brutally ripped off.

Then because I'm dumb as hell right after this happened I just gingerly wrapped it in soft bandages, got em tight, overlaid a stretchy ace bandage and then just left it alone. Left it alone for three days. Three goddamn days. Walked on it and everything. Just ignored it.

Then I realized "oh shit I've gotta change the bandages they're gonna get infected". So it's like 3 am cause I just came back from hanging with my toxic as hell FWB, we'd just had sexual contact for the first time. I lied and told my mom I'd been stealing college wifi parked up beside the college library to watch movies cause I just needed to get out of the house. Don't think she believed me, didn't care just didn't want her to ask questions, I think she was scared to. I think she was scared too.

Anyway so it's just me and my damn busted up foot and it's 3 am and I know I've made a series of bad fucking decisions and I go to start unwrapping my foot and I'm just peeling layers off and I'm not a praying person but I'm just begging for it to not be an infected mess under there.

And I get to the last layer and I can. God I can fucking see where the scab and the new growth has grown into the goddamn soft bandages. Just actually through the goddamn shitty Walgreens bandages I slapped over my mangled foot. And of course it does not come off cause it's part of my actual damn foot now.

So I soak my foot in hot water to loosen the scab and then I grab a washcloth I hope is clean and I put it between my teeth so I don't wake anyone up and so I don't crack my teeth from the clenching and I grab the corner of that shitty soft ace bandage and I rip the bandage and the scab and the new growth off my foot all at once and when I tell you that's the worst pain I've ever felt from an injury in my whole damn life I'm not fucking playing with you. Felt like I could feel every nerve screaming I thought I was going to throw up I'm just glad I had the damn mostly clean washcloth in between my teeth I bit down so fucking hard.

And when I fucking tell you the these goddamn period cramps are just as fucking painful I'm not fucking playing you either I swear to fucking god I am popping out one kid maybe two and then I'm getting fucking sterilized. Whatever I have to fucking do so I never feel this pain again in my entire goddamn life. I'll rip my own uterus out with a pair of tongs if I have to I don't fucking give a shit.

#gore #tw: gore #blood #injury #sports injury #periods #tw:periods #pain #tw:pain #i cant think of anything else i should tag #just lmk if i missed something #oh yeah #discussion of sterilization #sterilization #period pain #eves curse #i guess #genuinely one of the things that made me turn from christianity #personal post #personal

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#harry potter #HELLO EVERYONE HOW ARE YOU #I MISSED YOU ALL VERY MUCH #I had a drawing job the past few months and it was very fun!! But it didn't leave a lot of time for other drawing things #But now I'm back and how are you doing! #I'm pretty good I just really need to call the dentist back #they have called my mom to tell me it is my teeth cleaning time again and my mom called me and I just didn't react #I'm a bit scared to go back the last time I had my teeth cleaned they found a completly new tooth in my mouth #I was just lieing there and the tooth cleaning woman said: Girl you need to clean that tooth more and I said what tooth and she said #that tooth and poked the tooth which up to this point I did not know existed #but I didn't want to show that I don't know how many teeth so I just said OH YES THAT TOOTH YES. THE TOOTH THAT I HAVE #I don't think I was very convincing and a few weeks later it had to be removed because it was a wisdom tooth and was bothering it's friends #and now it's on the shelf in the bedroom because I wanted to take it with me #we didn't know each other for long but we had a good time #I don't want to go back what if they find more teeth #and oh god do you know what else came back #my terrifying long radishes from last year!! #remember I planted about 70 radishes by accident and they didn't have enough room to grow up so they just got long and scary #so I removed them and promised myself to never grow a radish again #well yesterday I went outside and could see FOUR radish leaves growing out of my strawberries #I have not planted those radishes #I have lost control about the amount of teeth and radishes that I have #have a nice day everyone! :)