#and of course it happens when i don’t have a dentist here

[howdoyousleep3]

the worst thing has happened, i think i need a root canal, I hurt so much 😭

[p0orbaby]

i would love something from the “Spark Enough and Something Catches” universe 🥹 was so happy for R allowing herself to be more vulnerable, would love to know how those two cuties are doing further down the line!

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You never thought you’d end up here—dating a world-famous footballer with legs for days and a laugh that makes your chest feel weird, but here you are, sitting at your kitchen table, staring at a bouquet of flowers she sent you. Just because she can. Of course, they’re perfectly arranged, like something out of a magazine that you’d flip through absentmindedly in a dentist’s office, all pastels and thoughtful greenery. You wouldn’t even be surprised if the florist’s apprentice cried while tying the ribbon, overwhelmed by the sheer beauty of their creation.

The card attached? “Hope these brighten your day, even if you don’t like football. xo, A.”

You’ve been staring at it for about 15 minutes, wondering if this is what people in normal, functional relationships do. Get flowers. Smile. Maybe cry a little, but the good kind. You’d text a thank you, but you’ve already said thanks for the dinner last night, the ride home, and her cooking, which honestly made you feel inadequate. You are now 90% sure you’ve been overthanking her for everything and it’s becoming suspicious. God, the flowers. What are you supposed to do with these? You don’t even own a proper vase.

She’s always surprising you, though. It’s her thing. Like when she made pancakes at 3 a.m. because you mentioned offhand you were craving something sweet, and there she was in your kitchen, half-asleep but determined, whisking batter like her life depended on it. You tried to help, but she gave you that look—half-amused, half-“don’t you dare”—so you just sat and watched. How does someone like her, so capable and graceful on the field, manage to make something as simple as cooking pancakes seem like a scene from a romantic comedy?

And then there’s you, a certified mess, who can barely manage to keep the houseplants alive. You once killed a succulent, a plant specifically designed to withstand neglect, and you still don’t know how it happened. But she didn’t care about that. She just laughed when you told her, like she found it charming. Like that was somehow endearing instead of a flashing neon sign that you have no business being trusted with anything living.

The first time she came over to your place, she brought dinner—because, of course, she did—and you remember her standing in your tiny kitchen, eyeing the pile of dishes in the sink. You were mortified, but she just rolled up her sleeves and started washing them. “I can’t concentrate with these staring at me,” she said, and that was that. It took you five whole minutes to figure out how to process that. What kind of person does that? And why does she keep looking at you like you’re the most interesting thing in the room, when you’re 99% sure you’re the human equivalent of a cat that’s just fallen off the sofa?

You get the feeling she knows what she’s doing, though. She’s patient. Calculated. Like on the field, but now the game’s you, and she’s just waiting for you to realize you’re already cornered. She’s not wrong. You’re screwed.

So, you text her, finally, trying to play it cool. “Thanks for the flowers, very thoughtful. You didn’t have to.”

Her reply is almost immediate. “I know I didn’t have to. I wanted to”

You stare at the message. Of course she did.

[ellecdc]

I went to get my teeth checked today and kept on thinking abt how Lily would be a great dentist. Gentle hands, nonjudgmental, would be so accommodating to any requests or requirements you have like noise cancelling headphones or something…. And she would be soooo against the trend of recommending treatment purely based on cosmetics rather than need. Like we have doctor Remus how about dentist Lily 😂😂

you know what? this was so cute that I had to write it - also, the conversations between reader and Lily are real-life conversations I've had with dental hygienists so be nice to me, I'm still recovering hahhaah

dentist!Lily Evans x reader who goes for a routine checkup

CW: written with a fem!reader in mind and references to a medieval woman accused of witchcraft but should be gender neutral/no pronouns used otherwise, reader has a brother for plot purposes, reader had braces growing up for plot purposes, reader has a bar on the back of their teeth for plot purposes, also.....reader doesn't floss DON'T JUDGE

You were lying back on the large vinyl-covered dentist chair pondering what exactly it was about dentists that caused so many people anxiety.

This was obviously a distraction, though, as wondering why dentists were so fear-inducing was far more comfortable than thinking about how anxious you felt right now.

You supposed that as a species, humans were wholly dependent on their mouths; it was how they ate, how they emote, a method of air intake, and also how they communicate. For hunter-gatherers, an injury to one's mouth could very well have led to dire consequences.

Of course, something happening to one's mouth wouldn’t necessarily leave them completely helpless in today's day in age with modern medicine.

And though you may not have been a hunter-gatherer, you were also decidedly not a medieval woman accused of witchcraft awaiting your trial by ordeal. But the longer it took Dr. Evans to join you - leaving you ample time to consider the various torture looking devices while reclined on this chair that looked like it could sprout restraints at any moment - the more you began to feel an awful lot like a medieval woman accused of witchcraft awaiting her trial by ordeal. 

The sound of the door clicking shut interrupted your spiralling as you tried to sit up straighter in your chair only to slide back down to your original position. 

But perhaps this wasn’t your trial by ordeal; perhaps they’d already gone ahead and executed you and you were actually sitting in heaven’s dentist office because surely the beautiful woman adorned in scrubs standing before you with long, thick red hair which had been artfully plaited away from her face was an angel? 

You realised belatedly that you’d been sitting there with your mouth agape staring at her instead of confirming your name for her.

“Yes! Yes, erm, sorry.”

But the angel - Dr. Evan’s, she introduced herself as but insisted you just call her Lily - simply waved you off and pulled a stool over to sit beside you. 

“No need to be sorry! Between the constant whirring of machines and my penchant to speak a mile a minute, it can be hard to keep up sometimes. So! You’re here for a routine cleaning?”

You nodded dumbly at her as she pulled a surgical mask up over her mouth and nose, mesmerised by the way it seemed to accentuate the brilliant green of her eyes which only appeared even greener when she smiled at you.

“Alright, well let’s take a peek at what we’re working with here, shall we?” She asked as she encouraged you to lay back after putting a bib on you like some nappy-wearing child.

Oh god; you didn’t know an angel was going to be looking in your mouth! You were expecting some grey-haired bored doctor with a superiority complex; now an angel will know you don’t floss!

“Wait!” You shouted abruptly, startling the angel doctor and encouraging her to put some space between you, though she schooled her expression very quickly. “Okay, listen, I’m sorry. But you see, I had braces as a kid, and they put these bars behind my teeth! You know, to keep them from shifting? And they’re great - so great, no complaints truly; they’ve done their job, see!” You paused to bare your teeth at her like some socially awkward chimpanzee. “No shifting at all. But! But, you see, my teeth are so sodding close together now - again, totally fine! - but between that and the glue and the bar, it’s sodding impossible to floss. Oh shit I just said sodding to a doctor! Oh my god I just said shit! I’m sorry! I just don’t want you to think I’m some plebeian who doesn’t care about dental hygiene because I do! But I honest to god, hand to my heart walked around with a piece of floss stuck between my teeth for three days after I tried last so I just...sorry…”

You fought to catch your breath and it took you possibly too long to realise the angel doctor Lily was laughing at you; the mask impeded the smile but the crinkles in the corners of her emerald eyes and the gentle shaking of her shoulders gave her away. 

“I’m so sorry, I honestly thought you were about to tell me you were going to throw up on me - which would be fine! Worse things have happened quite frankly.” She chuckled as she seemed to relax back into her stool. “Why don’t we take a look?”

Burning with embarrassment, you did as you were told and opened your mouth immediately, wondering if it was at all possible for her to feel your jack-hammer pulse through the barely there fingertips pressed to your jaw as she peered into your mouth. 

“Well honestly, there doesn’t seem to be a lot of build up anyway! I wouldn’t have known you’d not been flossing.”

“Wait, really?” You asked then, causing her to move her gaze from your mouth to your eyes. 

“There’s a little bit of plaque but nothing out of the ordinary! Basically what I would expect to see from someone coming in for a routine check up.” She confirmed before taking one of her torture devices (a dental scraper) to your teeth as you watched her auburn brows cinch closer together. “Your teeth really are close together.” She murmured mostly to herself.

“I wasn’t lying.” You defended quickly, earning you a bright and bubbly laugh from the doctor. 

“Sorry; force of habit. I hear a lot of ‘I absolutely brush my teeth twice a day’ and ‘I floss regularly’ when I can easily see that neither of those things are true.”

After she had explained what she was going to do, you spent the better part of the appointment with her fingers shoved into your mouth. 

“I do not envy your orthodontist; you have a very small mouth.”

You snorted inelegantly at that as she removed her hands from your face. “My brother would disagree.”

You were rewarded with another tinkering laugh as she inspected her cleaning. “Don’t worry about the flossing hun; I’d rather you come in and have me do a cleaning for you than to hurt yourself or damage your teeth trying to floss.”

“I’m not in trouble?”

“Even if I did have the authority to scold you, you would not be in trouble. But I hope to see you in another six to twelve months for another cleaning!” She said as she walked backwards from the room with one last (now maskless) smile in your direction.

Suddenly, dentists didn’t seem so scary, and you found yourself rather looking forward to your next appointment.

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#373

“What the fuck is this I’m hearing about you?  My buddy Deputy Watson asked me why I have a faggot working for me?  He tells me that you have a record for sex in public bathrooms.  Is it true?

“Of course it is!  I can see it on your face.  Have the common decency of at least admitting it….  Jesus fuck!  You know when I hired you, I told you I didn’t want any drama.  And now I have to deal with this.  I can’t be thought of a sperm burper.  With my wife filing for divorce and living across the state at her sisters, people will start to think nasty shit about me once they find out that I have a fag working for me.

“You were recommended to us because you are a hard worker; you keep your head down.  You don’t drink and you don’t cavort around in town.  Now I know why. 

“Watson was telling me that you were caught once before at a rest stop in South Dakota getting cornholed.  He also said that the charges were dropped.  Lucky you.  So you must like sucking on random dick at some nasty assed bathroom.  What the fuck is the draw?

“Nothing to say?...  I want an answer….

“…You like to blow straight men?  Why would a straight man want to get blown by some fag when he can get it at home?... 

“…Watch your mouth!  The last time I got a blowjob has no bearing on this conversation.  You know damned well that Louise and I are going through a divorce.  I haven’t had anything in a long…  Wait a minute, are you looking to give me head?

“…Back to being silent…?

“Uh…

“Uh…

“Awww, fuck it….  I could go for some head.  You want it?...  No one will ever know that this happened, you got that?  Good.  Then get on your fucking knees. 

“I got a lot of skin….  God damn!  You are eager!  My wife makes me get hard first before I…  Oh fuck!  Oh man. 

“Fuck!  Watch your goddamned teeth!...  I will knock them out.  Trust me I will.  My dick may not be long, but it gets really fat.  Those teeth better know their place.

“Damn, not many women could deep throat me.  Fuck I will be using this mouth again.

“Fuck!  What did I tell you about your teeth? 

“Fuck you faggot!  You want me to hit you again, keep up with the teeth.  You hurt me, then I hurt you.  What do you have to say?...  Hunh?...

“Damn right you’re sorry.  Look up at me.  Open your mouth.  Let me feel your teeth….  Holy shit!  That’s some jagged teeth you have there. 

“I want you to make an appointment with your dentist.  I want him to grind them smooth.  You got that?  I pay for your dental, let me benefit from that.  And make that appointment as soon as possible.

“Look at me….  That slap means I’m serious about this.  Now get the fuck up.  You take men up your shitter?  Of course, you do.  Get out of those Levi’s. 

“A fucking jock strap?  You are such a fag.  Leave it on.  I’m not interested in what you have in front.

“It’s been years since I fucked an ass.  Most of the time it was to put a bitch into place.  You’ll be the first faggot, but it will be for the same damned reason. 

“Spread your legs further.  Damn.  That’s a pale ass.  Hold still….  Oooh.  You have been fucked before.  I can’t remember when my head went in so easy.  So I guess I don’t have to wait for you to adjust to me. 

“Right to the root!  Fuck your pussy is treating my cock so well.  Aw, shut up.  I don’t want to hear any goddamned complaints from you.  If you wanted more lube, you should have put more spit on my dick.  Next time think to do that.

“Now shut the fuck up.  I’m in the middle of fucking here….

“Your cunt knows how to take a pounding.  I like that.  I like that a lot….  Do that again.  Fuck, this is one talented cunt.  And it’s right here every day.  Yeah.  This cunt is going to be used going forward. 

“Fuck yeah.  I’m taking ownership of this cunt.  It’s mine.  You got that?...

“Answer me motherfucker.  Who’s cunt is this?

“Damned right.  You will give up other men.  It’s mine.  You understand faggot?

“…You better.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.  Get ready.  You gonna get flooded with a huge load.  Here it cums.  Here it goddamned cums!  Urg!  Urg!  Fuuuck.  Shit!

“Don’t fucking move.  Stay put.  Clamp down.

“Dammit faggot.  No wonder so many men use you like this.  Not anymore.  I wasn’t kidding when I said you are to give up other men.  That cunt is mine.  I don’t want any other man touching my property.  You got that faggot?...  You say, ‘Yes Sir!’

“That’s better.  You understand that I will be fucking it after we get done work every day?

“I’m one horny son of a bitch, a controlling one at that.  That’s why my wife is filing for a divorce.  You are going to be taking over her duties of taking my nut.  Let’s go up to the house so you can fix me some dinner. 

“No leave those Levi’s there.  You don’t deserve to wear pants.  The jock is all you need.  As I said before, I’m not interested in what you have up front.  In fact, it shouldn’t be any of your concern either. 

“Now get up to the house….  Goddamn, that’s a nice ass.  I don’t know if I will be able to make it through dinner without plowing that cunt and unloading a second time.  My dick can go all night, especially a cunt that treats my dick well.  That cunt will be so full by the end of the night.  Now get moving.”

[avatarmerida]

Found this deep in my drafts. I know we’re all trying to avoid spoilers rn so here’s some lighthearted silly human realm huntlow to distract us from leaks and such. There’s no plot, just Willow after dentist ✌️

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“All right Willow, sweet heart, you’re gonna sit out here with Hunter while Amity has her turn, okay?” Camila said as she guided Willow to a seat beside Hunter in the waiting room. The night before, Luz had shown the girls what rock candy was and while she was at school, certain incidents had taken place resulting in an emergency trip to the dentist.

Hunter had offered to accompany them, hearing the word ‘emergency’ and shifting into solider mood. Camila assured him there was nothing to worry about, but she realized that after the visit she may need help keeping the girls intact as they may feel rather... loopy.

“How was your trip to the human tooth healer?” Hunter asked, extending his hand to help guide Willow to her seat.

“It was... bright,” she stumbled a bit before plopping on the couch beside him, staring at the ceiling as though she was hypnotized. “Woah.”

“Are you feeling okay, Captain?” Hunter asked, following her eyes but seeing nothing to warrant a reaction. He had peeked into the room where they had taken her and where Amity was now and saw a collection of small weapons lined the table. He trusted Camila and knew she would never put any of them in harm’s way, but he couldn’t help but feel slightly concerned, given Willow’s current state.

“They needed to look at my teeth closer because of reasons and I think they thought I was gonna bite them so they gave me a potion to make me not bite,” she explained, barely understanding what they had done even when she wasn’t under the affects of anesthesia. “But I can still bite, see?” She demonstrated by moving her mouth and biting the air.

“What kind of potion did they give you?” Hunter asked.

“I dunno but I felt this way the last time, the felt last time I- Ugh,” Willow tried to compose the sentence. “The last time I felt like this, Amity had set my mind on fire.” She finally managed to say calmly, despite Hunter’s immediate reaction to the subject matter.

“What?” Hunter exclaimed, closing his book. “Why would she do that?”

“Secrets,” Willow whispered, pointing to her temple. “To hide the secrets hiding in mah mind.”

“Well that’s not what’s happening now is it?” asked Hunter, worried and having little knowledge about what a dentist actually did .

“I don’t think so...” said Willow, placing her hands on her ears seeing if she felt the heat she had felt then. “Oh no, what if my secrets all fell out? What if I lost them?!”

“Well, can you remember them still?” Asked Hunter, feeling as though the situation was dire, scanning the floor for fallen secrets (whatever those were supposed to look like).

“Are you trying to find out my secrets Hunter?” She said, squinting her eyes at him and growing more loopy as she slowly swayed side to side in her seat.

“What? No of course not, I-.”

“You think I have secrets about you,” she giggled, twirling her finger in his face before gently booping his nose, then adding in a hushed dramatic whisper. “Because I doooo.”

“Y-you do?”

“Yup,” she she said, popping the ‘p’ and making herself laugh even harder. “Yup yup yup.”

“Well if you can remember them then that means they’re-.”

“When you came to Hexside, remember that?” Willow asked, her tone calm once again as she traced the pattern on the chair with the tip of her finger. “When we first met the first time? Remember?”

“Yeah, I do.” he said with a laugh, feeling confident her ailment wasn’t as dire. Willow suddenly was hit with a fit of bubbly laughter that she tried to suppress and Hunter found himself joining her, the laughter contagious. She motioned for him to come closer and he cautiously obliged as she leaned over and rested her chin on his shoulder and sighed.

“I thought you were cute,” she whispered her secret directly in his ear, cupping her hands around it so it couldn’t escape.

“Oh? R-really?”Hunter stammered, clearing his throat. “Are you sure you-?”

“Oh, wait wait oooh,I love it when you do that!” She squealed, placing her hands on his cheeks and squeezing his face.

“Do... what?” Hunter said the best he could, his mouth squished.

“When your face turns all red like that!” She said as though she was marveling at some great stunt. “And it reaches your ears. It is veeeery cute.”

“You... notice that?” Hunter asked nervously, hoping the obviousness has been all in his head, knowing this happened often around her .

Willow nodded vigorously, so quickly she made herself dizzy. “Woah, why is the room spinning? Hooty what did you do?”

“You did say the potion they gave you was pretty strong maybe you should take it easy,” said Hunter, his concern for her outweighing his embarrassment. “Are you in pain at all?”

“Nope,” she said shaking her head, but once she started it was like she couldn’t stop and she shook her head even faster. Hunter reached out to stop her, worried she’d make herself dizzy all over again.

Successful in his efforts, he suddenly realized his hands were on her face. She stopped and looked at him with bright eyes as though this has been an attempt to gain her focus. If his face was red before, he could only imagine how it looked now.

“Um, do you want me to get you anything?” He asked as he went to remove his hands, but before he could she placed hers over his to keep them there.

“Do you wanna know another secret?” she whispered dramatically, and Hunter swore her eyes were sparking.

“Um, maybe now isn’t the best time,” he chuckled nervously. “I think this might be the potion making you say all these things and I don’t want you to feel embarrassed when it wears off.”

“It’s not embarrassing,” she insisted. “It’s about you.”

“Okaaaaay ha ha,” said Hunter, quickly removing his hands from her face and placing them at his sides. Had she found about the grimwalker thing? A nasty rumor from his Golden guard days? Did she think his haircut didn’t actually look good? “What about if we watch something on the television box?”

“No, no you were reading and then you stopped cause I came in,” said Willow dramatically. “You should read again. I’ll be quiet.”

“Did you... um... I can read to you if you want?” Hunter offered bashfully, thankful she has seemed to dropped her desire to discuss her secret about him. “It’s just a book about wolves, so if you don’t want to-.”

“Oh please please please,” said Willow excitedly, placing her head back on his shoulder. “I can turn the pages for you.”

“Are you sure? I know my voice isn’t-.”

“I know how to turn pages, Hunter.” She said, playfully rolling her eyes and making herself more comfortable beside him. “Tell me the secrets of wolves.”

“Okay, well let me go back to the first chapter,” said Hunter, trying to downplay his excitement that can out whenever wolves were involved. “There are some really cute pictures of baby wolves, look!” He turned the book towards her so she could see. When he went to observe her reaction, he found her eyes were not on the book but were locked back on him. He held her gaze for a moment before turning his attention back to the book. He could feel her eyes still on him, but he pressed on to begin reading.

“I still think you’re cute,” she whispered, loudly enough where it was clear that she wanted him to hear but softly enough that he could pretend he didn’t hear her, just in case it truly was just the potion talking.

[abbysbasement]

ABBY ‘WAR MACHINE’ ANDERSON

—short thoughts

• A honey girl, always keeps a summer tan, usually from working out on the quad all day. Practically glowing all of the time and the girls are insane about it.

• Sorry, the braid is dead. Only ever really wears it on the rugby field, and when she’s walking around campus, her hair is usually down, or up in a bun and held back with a sweatband. Whatever mental image you’re conjuring in your mind, it’s correct. Even that one.

• Her father is the country’s premier neurosurgeon, and he’s donated a lot of money to Jackson University. A library there, a faculty building there, even refurbishing the rugby field for the season. He practically gives a blank check each year, and because of this, consequences don’t really exist for Abs and she gets away with any and everything. The reason why she has an air fryer in her dorm and the RAs pretend like they don’t see it.

• Proud community strap. Was notorious freshman year for having a rotating cycle of girlfriends and side pieces. ‘Those are not healthy coping mechanisms, Abby.’ Her therapist says, but is there really any better way to ease your mind that slipping deep into a warm body, tight and soft and wet? No, probably not.

• Has the prettiest smile, smiles with her eyes, always so charming with plump, kissable lips. Has perfect teeth, never missed a dentist appointment and gets check ups religiously. Had braces in the 10th grade and when she had her first kiss with a girl she cut her lip and it bled all down her mouth. She probably fainted idk.

• Girl himbo (I know what I said.) butch himbo? Butchbo? Actually super smart and well read, majoring in animal science to become a vet tech. Spends a lot of her time in the school library, when she’s not on the field, or at a party, or in a stranger’s bed. Or in her own bed, nursing a hangover, whatever’s more common.

• Still roommates with Manny since freshman year. Originally she got set up with Leah, who then of course wanted to room with her boyfriend, who was conveniently dorming with Manny. A little form-filling here, some schmoozing there, a little ‘my dad owns this school’ over yonder and it was a match made in heaven. Nobody has a deeper, more intimate connection than a butch lesbian and her boy best friend.

• Terribly afraid of needles. She can’t pinpoint specifically what she has against them but they inspire the same nausea in her that heights do, so when she can she steers clear of them. In a turn of drunken, reckless events, Manny convinced her to get her ears pierced, because pretty girls love stud earrings, obviously. By the time the piercer did one ear, Manny had to carry her out of the parlor because she had COMPLETELY passed out.

• Between classes and practice, she forgot to clean her piercing and her ear got infected. She had two large-scale mental breakdowns; the first when she woke up leaking and burning from her ear, which had already sucked the metal halfway into the flesh, and the second, when her dumbass roommate said, “it’s okay, man. I have pliers, I can pull it out for you and then you’re good as new.” She almost threw up.

• The great piercing debacle of ‘21 ended in her calling up her dad, bawling, because she didn’t know what to do, Manny sitting on the couch listening to her freak the fuck out in the bathroom. “This is what happens when you put foreign objects into your body, Abs.” He chided, as *another* needle was plunged into her skin —local anesthetic— before he sliced open her earlobe with a scalpel.

• The proud driver of a cherry-red enclosed Jeep Wrangler, fully paid off by her dad as a highschool graduation gift, an upgrade from the white Audi she got as a 16th birthday present. She gets it rewrapped every six months —the ice blue was real popular with the ROTC girls, the olive green got the environmental club girls out of their panties, the red and black is a pretty good catch-all— (school colours, by the way!)

• Gets her car detailed once every two weeks, the back seat has those mud mats laid down. they’re not for mud.

• Retired horse girl, ALMOST got a pony for her fourteenth birthday! Then, shit happened… and she didn’t get the pony for her fourteenth birthday.

• Loves revenge and power plays, actually! It’s her specialty at this point😚 Got into some medium-tier beef with some dickhead on campus, and somehow his mouth got ahead of him and ended with her being branded as the town’s bulldyke. Interestingly enough, the day didn’t end in Anderson-typical violence. Instead, as one does, she trailed him home one day, borrowing Nora’s black sedan for recon. Just for field research, obviously!

• In the interest of honesty, Abs was definitely planning on stealing the wheels off of his car, or putting bleach in his gas tank, —sugar is a myth, just so you know— until she saw the most beautiful creature strolling out of the house and into a white SUV. Then, her plan changed for absolute scorched-earth total destruction, to an excruciating slow-burn.

• The next week, while shopping at the grocery store which she totally didn’t drive 30 minutes out of her way to go to, she had her first meet cute, coincidentally, with a gorgeous 40-something that just so happened to be some asshole’s mom.

• Before she knew it, she was fucking her on every surface in her house, —artfully furnished, great feng-shui— the kitchen, the bathroom, her marital bed, the couch, essentially the full tour, until they got to her son’s bedroom. Kept a mental note, and when she excused herself to the bathroom she probably erased all of the little shit’s PlayStation saves, too.

• When you start fucking a guy’s mom, it changes you. Your wardrobe especially. Including an arsenal of completely coincidental, just for fun slogan tees, with hits like “I ❤️ HOT MOMS!” “PROMOTED TO DADDY” and a personal favourite, “MAN, I LOVE FISHING!”

* And of course, she comes back to campus fresh off of a 3 hour stint of eating out a woman twice her age, to greet her new best friend with a smile and a, “Hey, your mom makes a good apple fritter! Dessert was fuckin’ greaaat, too! Practically finger lickin’ :)”

* CEO of revenge, comedically evil.

[idletransfigurations]

CAGED... CONTORTED

NOTE:: This is part of an upcoming series featuring operations done by Cioccolata with other Vento Aureo characters.

“Abducted by a psychopath with evil intent.” - cage…contorted | cannibal corpse caged…contorted 2012

CONTENT WARNINGS: torture, gore, description of torture, mutilation, body horror (?), all-around sadistic content, cioccolata himself is a warning, suicidal ideation yet nothing is done, very very sharp objects, if you’re scared of doctors don’t read, secco is another warning, somebody has their fingers removed, dead dove do not eat

“I could kill them,” He didn’t really mean it.. Or did he? Not even he was sure. All he knew was that he was angry. Cioccolata and Secco brutally murdered Sorbet and Gelato, his friends. 

They didn’t exist Risotto’s words repeated in Melone’s head, a vicious loop. They did exist, they didn’t deserve what happened, but oh. If only Melone had checked his surroundings before he spoke. He had gone to Venice for a mission, one he wasn’t very fond of doing on his own but Ghiaccio had refused to accompany him. Unbeknownst to him, Squalo and Tiziano had been nearby, at least long enough to hear his mutters. Had they told Cioccolata?

Maybe that’s how he got here, staring at a bright light from a medical lamp. He stared, staying silent. He knew he couldn’t do much, being strapped to a table, the binds were tight enough to feel like his circulation had been cut off. He couldn’t see anything in the room, it was dark. The only light source had been directed to his face, blinding him just a bit. Fuck was all he could think. He couldn’t even use his stand, leaving him completely defenseless. He heard huffing, his eyes moving to the side. He was greeted by the man.. The animal, Secco. Secco crawled closer to Melone’s face, a camera at most three inches from him. All he could do was stare. Is this what he got for the threat? He didn’t mean it, had Cioccolata gotten permission from the Boss? Would the Boss even care? La Squadra had been on thin ice, would he have been left to die? He didn’t think so, of course, his team would come to get him. He heard a deep chuckle, a pit forming in his stomach. Cioccolata smiled down at Melone. A sadist grin ear-to-ear plastered on his face. “Go ahead, kill us.” Cioccolata removed the binding on Melone’s body. Melone planted his hands onto the medical and pushed himself off, instantly collapsing. No.

“The spinal cord is important to the body, it helps you move, helps your organs,” Cioccolata began, his foot planted onto the purple-haired man’s back. “There are 31 nerves inside of the spinal cord,” From that sentence, Melone knew exactly what happened. “I severed your spinal nerves T1 and T6,” 

“You bastard!” Melone shouted, he never meant to say that out loud but for fucks sake, the man paralyzed his legs. Secco crouched lower, the camera directly in Melone’s face, panning down his back. Without much ability to protest, Melone didn’t fight Cioccolata when he had picked him up to place him back on the table. He felt his heart beating, feeling like it would rip directly out of his chest. He stared at the light as it shined brighter into his eyes. “I would recommend sitting up unless you want to drown in your blood,” Melone’s eyes widened. What the FUCK was this psychopath going to do to him. Cioccolata threw him over his shoulder, walking towards a chair. It looked like the type of chairs you’d sit in at the dentist. He put the back, securing the man’s head to the back of the chair. “Open,” Cioccolata demanded, without a choice, Melone slowly opened his mouth, a cheek contractor placed into his mouth. He didn’t even know what to do, a needle entered his right arm, and another was placed into his left. “Oh, oops,” A chuckle left Cioccolata’s mouth. “It looks like Secco missed your vein.” He took the needle out, causing Melone to wince in pain. He was never very fond of needles, much less now. Once the nail was lodged into his arm again he groaned. “You’ll need a blood transfusion as we do this,” Cioccolata spoke. “I apologize for any pain that’ll be caused,” Melone knew that was absolute bullshit. His tone of voice wasn’t apologetic, he knew this made the former surgeon excited. 

Cioccolata gripped Melone’s tongue, Melone instinctively pulling his tongue away. A scowl formed on Cioccolata’s face. “Moving your tongue while we do this is dangerous, “ He warned. Melone’s brows furrowed, do this. What the hell did he mean? Cioccolata grabbed a hemostat and placed it on his tongue. The grip was firm. “Secco, hold this for me.. You’ll be rewarded.” Cioccolata stared into Melone’s eyes, his expression dark as tears pricked the other’s eyes. He rarely cried. Nobody had ever seen the ardent man cry before, he was often seen as excited. Sure he cracked when they got Sorbet and Gelato’s bodies but he didn’t cry and he back to being a nuisance the next day. Secco set the camera onto a stand, pointing directly at Melone. Cioccolata grabbed a sharp scalpel with a gloved hand. “This won’t be too hard, it’ll cut through easily.” To prove his thought, he lightly pressed, dragging the scalpel along Melone’s cheek, cutting it. Melone instantly yelled in pain, seeing the smile on Cioccolata, as if it was even possible his smile had gotten weird. 

He placed the scalpel against the middle of his tongue, dragging it down till he reached the tip of his tongue, Melone’s screams filled the room, and he felt a bit of the blood trickle down his throat. The salty metallic taste reached his nose. Cioccolata pulled away, “Did you know salt on a wound can dry the blood? We don’t want you to bleed now do we?” Cioccolata cackled, pouring the salt onto Melone’s tongue. It burned. Oh god, it burned. I’m going to die here. That was that he could think, he was going to die here, at the hands of his sick sadist. He couldn’t even fight back, trying to move his arms caused him a burning pain, he assumed it was from the needles. Cioccolata smirked at him, scraping the clumped-up salt with the scalp, cutting his tongue in the process. Melone choked on his screams, tears running down his cheeks. His tongue involuntarily twitched, causing the scalpel to make jagged cuts. Melone glared at the camera, it caught every tear, every twitch in his body. He knew Cioccolata had been making unnecessary cuts on his tongue, prolonging his pain. All of this because he had said he would kill him and Secco, he didn’t even mean it. He felt himself slowly starting to lose consciousness. At least he wouldn’t have to feel the pain, right? Cioccolata light slapped his face, “No, no, we can’t have that.” He walked to the drawers, pulling out a capsule of smelling salts. He brought it to the man’s nose, his eyes bursting open. A small chuckle left Cioccolata’s lips as he grabbed the scalpel again, slicing the tip of Melone’s tongue, forcing a shriek from his throat, Cioccolata dropped the flesh onto a small surgical plate. 

Cioccolata cut into the corners of Melone’s mouth. “I need more room to work, the blood dripped down onto Cioccolata’s gloves and Melone’s shoulders. So this is what the blood transfusion was for. Melone’s cheeks were stained with tears, his eyes red and puffy. He looked down, seeing as Secco looked intently at him, raspy huffing leaving his mouth. It felt like that was all he could hear, the rasp from Secco and his hot breath against his face. He couldn’t tell if the sweat was from the pain or from the fact Secco’s breath had been on his face for the past.. How long has it been? He remembered the clock was at 2:40 pm since the operation had started. He looked at the clock, 4;16. It had been two hours and barely the tip of his tongue was cut off. This was long torture.. Torture was exactly what it was. Cioccolata moved the chair back, cutting into Melone’s tongue. Melone took a deep breath, his eyes showed instant regret as he began choking on his own blood. Cioccolata grinned, putting the seat back up. He released Melone’s head, letting it fall forward. He allowed the man to spit out the blood, it fell onto his lap but the process of spitting caused a burning sensation. Before he could even react he was forced back against the chair, his heading being strapped again. Secco grabbed Melone’s tongue with the hemostat, holding it out for Cioccolata. The green-haired man ran the scalpel over his tongue again, deepening the previous cuts. Melone huffed, trying to prevent screaming. He didn’t want to give Cioccolata the satisfaction. Cioccolata then began the process of removing Melone’s tongue. First cutting just below his uvula. Melone sucked in the taste of his own blood, having no alternative. With a hum from Cioccolata, Secco moved Melone’s tongue up, allowing Cioccolata to cut him, avoiding his veins. His throat was scratchy from screaming, he tried to scream but it came out as a weak wail, his throat burning. 

Cioccolata finally began to cut through the veins, this is what hurt the most. Melone’s upper body thrashed around, wailing. He sobbed, he couldn’t hold back any emotions. Cioccolata held his tongue between his fingers, Melone’s mouth filled with blood that dripped from the sides. Cioccolata grabbed a cloth, pressing it against his tongue to stop the bleeding, Melone instantly fell unconscious, Cioccolata smirking at him. “He likes to make jokes, he likes to smile,” Melone had awoken, feeling cold. He looked around, gulping. He couldn’t see anything. He felt around, realizing he was on the floor. He felt a door, desperately knocking. The door was opened by Prosciutto. “Can I he–” He saw Melone on the ground, his stomach dropping. A note stapled to his arm, it was a simple note from Cioccolata, a warning; any threat to his life or Secco’s life was as good as suicide. The more he looked at the man, the more he realized the horror his friend suffered. Melone made incoherent noises, unable to speak. Prosciutto looked down, there were four-inch cuts on the corners of Melone’s mouth, looking like a smile. He glanced down at his hands, noting that his fingers had been severed off, down to the knuckles. He noticed him on the floor, not standing or trying to stand, assuming he couldn’t walk. He grabbed him, dragging him inside. That's when he saw into his mouth, his tongue had been cut off. He stumbled back in horror, staring at him, he’s never been caught off guard like this. Melone tried to feel around, confused and afraid. Was it Prosciutto? He recognized the voice. All he could do was lie on his side as the others discussed his condition, he couldn’t tell who it was though somebody recommended putting him out of his misery. He couldn’t deny he was in misery but he wasn’t some sick dog, though he knew they weren’t wrong. He had been paralyzed, blinded, and without his tongue, he couldn’t talk. He was picked up and placed into his room, he couldn’t even sleep. He stared at nothing, propped up on his bed. At this point, he wanted to die.

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The Truman and (Y/N) Show

Chapter 4: Travelers Beware

Word count: 4.3 K

Relationship: Truman Burbank x Reader

Disclaimer: this is all parody. I do not own the Truman show nor do I claim it. Do not repost. Do not translate and repost.

Warnings:

- baby talk of course

- lies

- their life is a television show from birth so ya know

- water aka ocean and fire

- uhhhh idk if I miss some tell me

Not edited and written like weeks apart.

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Truman and (Y/N) ended up sleeping in for the day. They made coffee and put their plan into action. After Angela left they did their normal routine, with a small difference. If they really were being watched then the running water of a shower would drown out their whispers. In the shower they planned. Pack a suitcase in the morning and rush to the travel agency after breakfast.

Going into the agency they both noticed posters of multiple disasters: TRAVELERS BEWARE! TERRORISTS, DISEASE, etc. another with lightning shooting through a plane mid flight- IT COULD HAPPEN TO YOU!

Truman and (Y/N) sat down in front of the desk. Eventually a lady comes out with a napkin around her neck. “I’m sorry to keep you!” Truman stands up as a gentleman would do- as he was raised to do.

“Oh it’s okay!” Truman quells her.

“How can I help?” She sits down and removes the napkin.

“We would like to book a flight to Fiji, please.” (Y/N) chimed. The lady starts typing away at the computer.

“When would you like to leave?” Truman picks up his suitcase tapping the side.

“Today.” She nods and goes back to typing. The computer beeps a few times, and Truman perches his arms onto the desk. His chin resting on his hand. She starts shaking her head.

“I’m sorry I don’t have anything for at least a month.” She turns to the both of them.

“A month?!” (Y/N) exasperated.

“I’m afraid it’s the busy season.” Truman scoffs.

“Do you want to book the flight?” She points to the computer.

“It doesn’t matter. We’ll make other arrangements. ‘Kay?” (Y/n) smiles to the lady. Truman and her get up to leave.

~

Their backup: the bus station.

The conductor yells: “LAST CALL FOR CHICAGO! ALL ABOARD!” As Truman was getting the tickets she waved down the bus conductor. The bus director blows his whistle. Truman finally got the tickets,”Thank you!”, and they raced off to the bus.

“Windy City, here we come!” Truman tells the bus conductor as he hands him their tickets. They get aboard. As they get aboard a little girl peeks out behind a seat.

“Mom isn’t that-“

“Shhh sweetie face the front.”

(Y/N) and Truman make it to their seats. The bus starts to sound horrendously loud with gears grinding onto one another. After a few attempts of starting the bus a loud hissing sound comes from the engine along with smoke of some sort.

“Everybody off. We’ve got a problem.” The bus director climbs aboard to tell them. Immediately everyone gets up. Either for their luggage or to leave. No one complains. Everyone files off the bus while Truman and (Y/N) stay.

“I’m sorry you two.” The bus driver seemed put down by the events. He then gets off the bus.

~

The scene cuts to audience members.

AM 1: “Why are they trying to go to Chicago?”

AM 2: “Well you see Truman’s dad was from Chicago, wasn’t he?”

AM 1: “No. his dentist was from Pensacola. His father was from Des Moines.”

AM 2: “B-but how come they want to go to Chicago?”

AM 3: “Their not going to Chicago. Their not going anywhere.” She shakes her head, “They won’t let them.”

~

The scene changes to the next morning. (Y/N) heads outside to see Truman still sitting in his car after not going to work.

“Truman?” She asks hesitant, “you okay?” Their neighbor and Pluto the Dalmatian was staring at them- as if they were also concerned.

“Get in.” He gestures with his fingers. She climbs into the passenger seat.

“What is it?”

“Look-“ he shows the rear view mirror. They wait, “I predict in just a moment we will see a lady on a red bike, then a man with flowers, and then a Volkswagen Beetle with a dented fender.” She waits and watches with him. It happens- a lady on a red bike, a man with flowers, the beetle with a dented fender.

“M-maybe it’s just an uh routine?” She was nervous and worried trying to call herself, picking her cuticles. Truman gently grasps her hands to stop her.

“Maybe OR- their walking the block. They just go around and around and around.” Truman started acting funny. She had it.

“Get out-“ she quipped.

“What-“ he was shocked. They never had a tongue with one another.

“Switch seats with me- now.” She started to climb into the drivers seat.

“Okay okay- OW!” A muffled sorry came through.

“Let’s go- now- let’s go to Fiji.” He starts laughing and so does she. His more hysterical and hers more nervous. She buckles up and so does he. She slams the gas and they back out. She starts driving in circles around the round about.

“Let’s forget Fiji!” Truman yells. “Can’t drive to Fiji!”

“ATLANTIC CITY!!!” She spins out towards a random road. Suddenly multiple cars and a truck stop them.

“Blocked at every turn.” She taps her thumb on the steering wheel.

“Beautifully synchronized, don’t you agree?” They look at each other- they know.

“Ya know what we should head home.”

“Agreed.” She speeds backwards towards to round about. “ACTUALLY-“ Truman pips up, “let go to New Orleans, party c’tay!” Truman sticks out his tongue and shakes his head back and forth- a goof- she smiles. Turning down the same road and the traffic is completely cleared.

“Like magic, wouldn’t you agree dear?”

“Absolutely, my love.”

~

Fuck. Why did they have to live on an island.

“We can turn back.” Truman tells her. The bridge loomed in front of them. The windows were rolled down, making the sound of the lapping waves all the more present.

“Absolutely not. My fears not as bad as yours…” they looked at each other. “Close your eyes.” She asks Truman. She starts speeding over the bridge, swerving slightly- “WE’RE OVER THE BRIDGE!” She exclaims happily. Truman laughs cheering with excitement and relief.

A warning sign on the road: FOREST FIRE WARNING

“Truman what about the sign!”

“Pull over I’ll drive! Don’t worry, I think it’s just an exaggeration!” She pulls over and they switch seats. As they keep racing down the road- a fire wall appears.

“Exaggerating?! That’s a literal wall of fire!!” He keeps pushing the gas and drives through the wall. Smoke fills the cabin of the car.

“Shit! Truman we have to be on fire!”

“It’s okay! It’s okay! It’s just smoke!” The smoke starts to disapate, “You okay?”

“Yes!” She coughs out.

“Wanna do it again?!” He laughs.

“No!” She laughs and smacks his arm.

~

A while later down the road.

“How do you think everyone will take this?” (Y/N) asks knowing that if this really was real life and not a show- her family (and Angela) would be worried sick.

“I don’t know but I do know I’m glad we don’t have a pet- let alone a kid.”

“Agreed.” A siren started to blare.

“What now?” Truman sighed. (Y/N) started biting her nails. He grasped her hand with one of his and kissed the back of it. She took a breath. They arrived at a scene of a nuclear plant being blockaded by the police.

Truman has the windows rolled down, “Back up! Back up!” An officer yelled at them. A speaker blared about a Red Alert, “There’s been a leakage at the power plant.”

“Is there anyway around?”

“Whole areas being evacuated.”

“Well good luck and thanks for the help.” (Y/N) pipped up.

“You’re welcome, (Y/N)!” The officer saluted and walked away.

She nor Truman said their names.

“(Y/N).” Truman whispers to himself with a dawning realization. He swiftly, discreetly unbuckles himself and (Y/N). They rush out of the car and into the woods.

“Hold my hand!” Truman shouts, they grasp each other's hand. Almost as if to say they have each other. That they aren’t crazy.

People in hazmat suites started to chase them in the woods. The perfect woods, in perfect rows. Truman found a stick and started swinging it at the people. Truman was tackled to the ground. “Truman!”

~

“Thank you for bringing them back officers.” Sam, (Y/N)’s mother, had been called to watch them. Unknown who called them- the police most likely- or…others.

“Next time, we’ll have to file charges.”

“I understand.” She nods to them, “Thanks again, good night.” She closes the front door. She stocks her way over to Truman and (Y/N) in the kitchen. (Y/N) was holding an ice pack to Truman’s head from where he was tackled.

“I swear I’m fine.” He whispers. She shakes her head at him.

“Fine,” she whispers, shaking her head. She reached up and kisses his forehead. Sam walks over to the counter and stands in front of them both.

“Let me get you some help,” Sam gently whispered. “You are not well.” A moment passed before (Y/N) asks.

“Mom, why do you want me to have kids? You can’t stand Truman.” She’s exhausted, he knows, everyone knows their in-laws hate their spouses.

“That’s not true!” Sam exclaims almost offended. She turns around briefly. Turning back to them with a cocoa tin in hand and a large smile. “Why don’t you let me fix you some of this new Mococoa drink? All natural cocoa beans from the upper slopes of Mount Nicaragua- no artificial sweeteners!”

“What the hell are you talking about?” (Y/N) exasperated, she looks around. “Who you talking to?!”

“I’ve tasted other cocoas. This is the best!” Her mother was nervous- for some reason. She never really acted like a mom growing up. More like…a playmate. Babysitter almost.

(Y/N) stands up, “What the hell does this have to do with anything?” She’s walking towards Sam. “Tell me what’s happening!” She shouts. Truman stands up.

“You’re having a nervous breakdown, that's what!” (Y/N) scoffs as her mom backs up from her approaching form.

“What the hell mom!”

“(Y/N) you’re scaring me!” Sam grabs the dicer that can peel, dice, and chop.

“Hey hey! Don’t point that thing at her.” Truman stands in front of (Y/N).

“Alright enough you need to leave!”

“Fine! But don’t come crawling back to me when you need a babysitter!” Sam states. But ever so faintly just barely at a whisper, such unprofessional conditions.

That was the final straw. She broke. Sobbing Truman held her- her whole life a lie- or maybe she was lying to herself. But if that’s the case how did Truman experience the same things?

~

A few moments later Marlon showed up at the door. He had heard what happened and wanted to check on them both. (Y/N) was curled up against Truman with her puffy eyes. They had talked about their childhood with one another. How Marlon got pneumonia because (Y/N) wanted to play North Pole and camp outside. How Truman and him would cheat off each others tests- right together and wrong together.

The scene on the tv cuts to Cristoff- “…but, well, the point is I’d gladly walk in front of traffic for you two.”

The scene changes back to Marlon and the Burbanks. “…well the point is I’d gladly walk into traffic for you two.”

Back to Cristoff: “And the last thing I’d ever do is lie to you. Either of you.”

Marlon’s back on screen, “And the last thing that I would ever do…is lie to you. I mean think about it, if everybody is in on it.” He starts to get choked up. “I’d have to be in on it too.” He takes a sip of the beers he brought. “I’m not in on it because…there is no “it”…You both were right about something though.”

“What’s that?” Truman’s whispers.

“The thing that started all this…” he gets up and goes outside. They follow him. In the fog there stands a figure. A familiar one.

“Yep. I found him for you, Truman. That’s why I came by tonight.” He tsked, “I’m sure he’s got quite a story to tell.” The camera pans closer to Truman’s face. “Go to him.” Marion whispers placing his hand on Truman’s shoulder. The figure walks closer to them.

The scene goes back to Cristoff. “Easy on the fog. Stand-by light post cam.” A second passes, “Post cam.”

The scene changes to Truman. Marlon has wrapped his arm around (Y/N)’s shoulder as they watch Truman. He gets closer to his father.

Back to Cristoff. “Button cam three.” The scene is now through a button cam hidden on the cardigan. It’s Truman.

The tv shows audience members holding one another.

“I never stopped believing.” Truman tells his father.

More audience members are shown: this time a pair of older ladies. With a Truman pillow and (Y/N) mugs.

Christof returns on screen, “And wide curb cam eight.” The scene is now from the curb- a fully body wide shot from the side of Truman and Kirk.

“My son! Oh!” His father embraces him. (Y/N) is shown leaning on Marlon’s shoulder and sniffling.

Christof and a crew member appear on screen. “Move in for a close-up?” They suggest.

“N-n-no no…” his hand is raised while the other holds a pen. “Move back and…fade up music.” The music swells from the live piano player. “And now go in close!”

Truman’s father speaks, “All those years wasted! I’ll make it up to you son. I swear it.” Their still in an embrace. The camera zooms in to Truman’s smiling face above his fathers shoulder.

“Dad.” Truman cries. The crew starts to cheer. So does everyone else- the rest of the world- the audience members.

“Bravo!” Cries a crew member.

“That was a really great experience.” Everyone gives congratulations to Cristoff.

The scene changes to Sylvia. Sitting in the floor before her television. She watches Truman and (Y/N) share a cup of Mococoa- an ad plays below it as they drink. Sylvia’s face contorts with anger. More anger for the way he— Christoff— manipulates them.

The scene then shows a sort of replay or recap of The Truman and (Y/N) show- how it came to be. The picture of the two of them drinking coco is put in the upper right part of the screen.

Announcer: 1.7 billion were there for his birth, and later 2.3 billion for hers. “A star is born” flashes on the screen across baby photos. Over 200+ countries tuned in for their first steps. The world stood still as (Y/N) had her first kiss. As they grew so did the technology. An entire human life recorded on an intricate network of hidden cameras. A clip of Truman and (Y/N) through their neighbors trash can is shown. Broadcasted live and unedited 24 hours a day, 7 days a week to an audience around the globe. Coming to you now form Seahaven Island enclosed in the largest studio ever constructed- the scene zooms out to show the scale of the dome as it lives right above the Hollywood sign in LA- along with the Great Wall of China, one of only two man made structures visible from space. Now in its 30th great year it’s The Truman and (Y/N) Show!

~

Interviewer: “What a week it’s been. I don’t know about you— I was on pins and needles the entire time.”

The scene shows someone taking a bath with the television set up right next to it. The scene then changes back to the interviewer, Mike.

Interviewer: “Hello and good evening. I’m your host Mike Michaelson and welcome to Tru-(Y/N)-Talk our forum for issues growing out of the show a rare and exclusive interview with the shows conceived and creator. So, come with us now as we go live to the lunar room. On the 221st floor of the Omni Cam Echosphere. This is where we’ll find the world’s greatest Televisionary-“ the camera zooms into the moon to show Cristoff. “The designer and architect of the world within a world that is Seahaven Island—Christof.”

Mike: “Before we begin, I’d like to thank you on behalf of our audience for granting this exclusive interview. We know how demanding your schedule is- and we know how jealously you guard your privacy. This, sir, is indeed an honor.”

Christof: “Don’t mention it.” He sits down.

Mike: “Well, the catalyst for the recent dramatic events on the show has been Truman’s father. Kirk— and his attempts to infiltrate the show, but before we get into that. I think it’s worth noting that this is not the first time someone from the outside has attempted to reach both (Y/N) and Truman, is it?”

The scene changes to show (Y/N) and Truman spending the holidays together. Both of their families gathered watching the young (Y/N) and young Truman open presents.

Christof: “We have had close calls in the past…” A man pops out of a large present. Shouting: “(Y/N)! Truman! It’s television! Yes!” Their mothers pick them up and carry them out and their fathers wrestle the intruder. “I did it! I’m on the Truman and (Y/N) show!”

The scene changed once again, this time it shows Truman at the newsstand. A parachuter is coming down behind him in the background.

Mike: “But there’s never been anything to compare with this most recent breach in security— the first intruder to be a former cast member…” the parachuter has a sign taped to the front of his chest: TRUMAN YOU ARE ON TV! The scene changes back to Christof.

Christof: “A dead one at that.”

Mike: “Gotta say, writing Kirk back in— Masterstroke.”

Christof: “Since Kirk started this crisis in Truman’s life— and by association (Y/N)’s — I came to the conclusion that only he could end it.”

The scene shows (Y/N) and Truman as toddlers—about 5– at the beach. Their family started to shout at them as they reached the top of the rocky seashore. Kirk and her father- Neil- were yelling at them: “Truman! Truman! (Y/N)! No!” Neil hopped the fence and started racing for them.

“That’s off limits sweetheart.”, of course this peeked both of the young minds.

“Why dad what’s over there?” (Y/N) questioned. Everyone at the beach was staring at them— it was their normal.

“Nothing. It’s dangerous. That’s all.” Kirk chimed in. Kirk started climbing the rocks to get them down. “You’ve got to know your limitations you two.” He picked them both up and brought them down.

Mike: “But let’s remind viewers exactly why dad—Kirk— was written out in the first place.” The scene shows young Truman and (Y/N) staring out into the ocean.

Christof: “As Truman and (Y/N) grew up, we were forced to manufacture ways to keep them on the island.”

The scene shows a pre-teen Truman. “I’d like to be an explorer like the Great Magellan!” Informed the teacher. The teacher pulled down a map.

“Oh you’re too late. There’s really nothing left to explore.”

Christof: “For (Y/N) it was easier to dissuade her from wanting to leave. She didn’t want to be an explorer like Truman— she wanted to be an artists.”

The scene shows pre-teen (Y/N) and Truman at a pier. (Y/N) with her painting supplies and Truman with his binoculars. A dog was snarling and barking at them making them pause and leave.

Christof: “Finally, I came up with Kirk’s drowning.”

Mike: “Most effective.” He praised.

Christof: “Truman— and by association— (Y/N) as well have been terrified of the water ever since.” The scene shows pre-teen Truman and (Y/N) watch Kirk “drown” in front of them. Truman was bawling his eyes out— (Y/N) going numb but holding onto Truman like a lifeline. “When Kirk read the synopsis for the Death at the Sea episode he was disappointed to say the least.” What the kids don’t see is Kirk being rescued by a scuba diver and given oxygen. “I’m sure that’s what caused him to break back on to the set.” The scene returns to Christof and Mike.

Mike: “But how do you intend to explain his 22-year absence?”

Christof: “Amnesia.” Mike scoffs slightly.

Mike: “Brilliant. Let’s take some viewer phone calls: Charlotte, North Carolina, you’re on with Christof.”

Caller: “Uh, yeah, hi, Christof. I was wondering how many cameras you got in that town?”

Christof: “Somewhere in the vicinity of 5,000.”

Caller: “Woah, that’s a lot of cameras.” The scene zooms in on Christof’s face.

Christof: “Remember, we started with just two.” The image shows two ultrasound cameras— one of Truman and the other (Y/N). “They were curious from birth. Truman was premature by two weeks— (Y/N) was late by a week— Truman acted as if he couldn’t wait to get started.”

Mike: “and of course his eagerness to leave his mother’s womb was the very reason why he was one of the multiple baby boys chosen.”

Christof: “Yes, in competition with five other unwanted pregnancies. The casting of a show determined by an air date. Truman was the baby boy who arrived on cue.”

Mike: “(Y/N) of course was late, as she is in life.” Christof slightly chuckes.

Christof: “Ah yes, as for (Y/N) we didn’t want to add her until a year later once we knew that the general public would take well to seeing a show like this.”

Mike: “and incidentally, I believe both were the very first babies ever to be adopted by a corporation?”

Christof: “That’s correct.”

Mike: “The show, uh, has generated enormous revenues now equivalent to the gross national product of a small country.”

Christof: “People forget it takes the population of an entire country to keep the show running.”

Mike: “mhmm. Since the show on 24- hours a day without commercial interruption, uh- all those staggering revenues are generated by product placement or (Y/N)’s paintings.”

Christof: “That’s partially true. (Y/N) generates her own income. When she sells a painting she keeps that money, not the studio. However, everything on the show is for sale. From the actor’s wardrobe, food products, to the very homes they live in.”

Mike: “Uh and all of it available in the Truman and (Y/N) catalog. Operators are standing by. Christof, let me ask you: why do you think Truman and (Y/N) have never come close to discovering the true nature of their world until now?”

Christof: “We accept the reality of the world with which we are presented. It’s as simple as that”

Mike: “The Hague for Christof. Hello? The Hague?” There’s static and The Hague hangs up. “All right, we’ve lost that call. Let’s go to Hollywood, California. You’re on Tru-(Y/N) Talk.”

Caller: “Hi, Christof. I’d just like to say one thing: you’re a liar and a manipulator and what you’ve done to them is sick!”

Christof: “Well, we remember this voice, don’t we? How could we forget?” The scene shows that the caller is actually Sylvia.

Mike: “uh let’s go to another call.” Christof interrupts him, “No, no no. It’s fine Mike. I love to reminisce with former members of the cast. Sylvia…as you announced so melodramatically to the world you think because you persuaded (Y/N) to find Truman once— that you know what’s right for her? For him? You really think you’re in a position to judge them?”

Sylvia: “what right do you have to take a baby— two babies— a-a-and to turn their lives into some sort of mockery? Don’t you ever feel guilty?” Christof shakes his head.

Christof: “I have given them a chance to live normal lives. The world… the place you live in is the sick place. Seahaven’s the way the world should be.”

Sylvia: “They're not performers. Their prisoners. Look at them! Look at what you’ve done to them!”

Christof: “They can leave at any time. If his was more than just a vague ambition. If he— and she— were absolutely determined to discover the truth there’s no way we could prevent them. I think what distresses you really, caller, is that ultimately they prefer— as you call it— their cell. Mostly (Y/N) prefers it.”

Sylvia: “That’s where your wrong. You’re so wrong! She’ll prove you wrong.” Sylvia hangs up the call.

Mike: “Well, aside from the heated comments of a very vocal minority it’s been an overwhelmingly positive experience.”

Christof: “Yes. For Truman’s and (Y/N) and for the viewing of the public.”

Mike: “Well, Christof, I can’t thank you enough for giving so generously of your time tonight. I think it’s safe to say now that this crisis is behind us and that Truman and (Y/N) are back to their old selves. We can look forward to some exciting new developments?”

Christof: “Well, Mike, the big news is that Sam— (Y/N)’s mom, will be leaving Neil. A possible new love interest for Neil may be introduced. (Y/N) as an adult will have to navigate what it’s like to be a step-daughter as an adult.” The scene shows Sylvia staring at the little video picture in the top right corner. Showing (Y/N) and Truman eating cereal. She gently touches the picture of the two of them.

Christof: “I am also determined that the first ever live on television, conception will take place. Whether that be (Y/N)’s doctors having to fib a little about her needing to get off birth control o-or setting the mood who knows.” Mike chuckles.

Mike: “Well, another television milestone straight ahead. You heard it here first. It has been a singular honor and pleasure, sir. Christof, thank you.”

Christof: “Thank you, Mike.”

The scene shows an audience memeber has fallen asleep in their tub.

Then it shows both Truman and (Y/N) cuddled together sleeping. A large screen is showing this into the studio of Christof’s. Christof gently touches the screen. As if he was patting their heads to say goodnight.

[scentedpeachlandcreator]

Hey, so I really really really really need ur help. 🥺

So for a little while now I been manifesting straight teeth and getting rid of my wisdom teeth without having to go through surgery.

So I’ve been doing the usual like affirming, ignore/ dismissing the 3d, visualizing/imagining. I think I had used the list method where I wrote down all the things I wanted for my teeth and I’ve been using one affirmation to get me that stuff. (My affirmation: my teeth are so perfect )

But ever since I started it’s def been a struggle.

For whatever reason while I’m trying to imagine my teeth being straight in my imaginal act I can only see and feel my crooked teeth bc that what I know lol idk what straight teeth feel like to me. (I hope that made sense lol)

Also when I start affirming or imagining, a few days later my teeth will start to hurt or bother me more than what they were previously which is very frustrating. This sucks bc I’m basically getting reminded that I don’t have straight teeth. 😭

I’m really trying my best to ignore/ dismissing the 3d but it’s been so difficult since I can feel my crooked teeth, I can feel my wisdom teeth growing in, and I can feel and see that my other teeth are shifting around from my wisdom teeth growing in. It’s sorta getting to the point where it’s getting hard to close my mouth since my teeth are getting in the way.

I try my best not to touch or feel my teeth bc I don’t want neg thoughts to pop up. So I just try to ignore them all together but then something will pop up to remind me that I’m not where I wanna be with my progress.

I really don’t wanna have to go to a dentist cuz I have a big fear. I had a bad experience at the dentist and now i don’t ever wanna go back. Every time I think of going to the dentist it makes me panic. So that why I’m tryna manifest everything in my mouth to be perfect so I won’t have to go and deal with that.

Plz plz plz help me out here. I need advice😭🙏. I need a solution, I need to know what I’m doing wrong so I can fix it. I don’t usually see success stories on getting straight teeth so I just need sum help with this 😭🙏

Tysm ❤️and so Srry this is so long 💀

Hello dear!

The problem is that you're repeating the old story without you realizing it, if you had perfect teeth, would you be looking for it in the 3d? Will you panic? Check results? No of course.

No matter what happens in the 3d doesn't matter, your subconscious doesn't know what Happening in the 3d until you tell it to.

Instead of saying that this doesn't work and that your teeth aren't changing, be like "oh! I forgot that i have perfect teeth".

Talk about like it is something normal to talk about.

If you notice yourself going back to repeating the old story or spiralling, affirm "it is done, i already have it".

Remind yourself that it is done, you have nothing to do but persist in your assumption, repeat the New story.

Always Always remember that the Real reality is your imagination.

Keep repeating your affirmations like they're fact, and when you see no movement from the 3d, keep persisting.

If you want more information and some helpful post, read my "before sending me an Ask" it is pinned in my blog.

You Can read my post too.

Xoxo, Eli

[secretlythepits]

Just a Rant

I don’t think I told you guys how hard it was to get my kids registered for school this year. Both kids had their own issues that seemed to clog the system so they required dozens, and I do mean dozens of emails to counselors, registrars, principals, the school district, an educational lobbyist, the state DOE. And this was in the midst of finding about my husband’s cancer and what treatment would be.

Today one school called and said they needed health forms they never told me about. Then a teacher who runs a program at one school wanted me to switch my other kid back to his program. Details I handled, but like please, oh please let this be done. It is taking so much of my attention. Also, the kids are taking some online classes through the state and haven’t been assigned teachers yet, so we’re twiddling our thumbs (an old-fashioned euphemism I’m repackaging to mean f%*king video games!) instead of doing school work.

Then the dentist appointment that was supposed to happen before school had to be rescheduled because the dentist’s entire computer system crashed. There’s an orthodontist appointment next week too, a new addition to our busy lives. And my husband has treatment on Friday.

When am I supposed to be able to work?

When am I supposed to be able to have some time to focus on my goals and my health?

It’s not just me crying for space in my life. Things like my husband’s pain are alarms saying: you might have to be the sole provider at any minute. And I literally cannot do that now. I need a chance to complete my project and get it to market. I cannot take care of everybody and build a career out of nothing at the same time. Besides preferring this kind of work, I can’t commit to a traditional job right now because my caregiving and mom schedules are just too demanding and unpredictable. I have no help. My friends will step in during an emergency. My in-laws did nada during our first cancer journey. My family and my dearests and on the opposite coast. Nobody is ever going to pick up the slack but me.

Still, work has to happen. These little scares, because that’s what I have to assume my husband’s pain is, feels like the Universe snapping me to attention and warning me that my time before the catastrophe is running out.

And my brain.

I’m having more and more slips. I can’t remember words. Say wrong words. Can’t access memories from a couple weeks ago. Had a couple of spells when I couldn’t walk. I need to have some calm, peace, and open stretches of time to calm my nervous system. I felt like I was 95% better, but now I’ve fallen to 85- 88%. It worries me.

(I will say I have an odd relationship with my brain, because as much as I struggle with the detail, conceptually, I’ve never felt so smart. It honestly feels like my brain damage has both good and bad sides to it. it’s counterintuitive, I know, but I think I’m right.)

The dentist just showed me I cracked a tooth from clenching. I wake up in full body clenches many nights. I cannot be mindful when I am unconscious.

Many people in my support system are educators so they are in the back to school overwhelm. There isn’t anything they could say or do to help so I’m just sitting here with very big feelings. I’m supposed to ground my husband and protect my kids.

Yet again a mom is asking: Who is looking out for me?

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And I am worried about what the doctor will say tomorrow. It could be very bad or relatively ok. Even ok would bother me since it’s so much aggravation and added stress for nothing. But of course, added stress for something is much worse. Aaaaaaahg!

Good night. I’m grabbing my ice packs and a book about chocolate and praying for sweet dreams.

[strgirlyy]

We can't be friends

Chris Sturniolo x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fight, Toxic relationship, Illusion, No reconciliation, Chris being a pussy, Cry.

Tell me if I forget something:)

Word count: 3350k

Based on the song we can't be friends by Ariana Grande

A/n: English is not my first language, and that's my first post, my requests box are always open, Good reading!!.

Have you ever wished that someone could just disappear from your life and take the memories with them?

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I am currently sitting in a chair, in a place that refers me to a dentist’s office. But removing all my teeth would certainly hurt less than the pain I’m feeling for what I’m about to do.

Flashback on

You’re unbelievable, I can’t do anything anymore, I can’t go out, I can’t be with my friends, you’re so selfish, you want me just for you and I can’t give you this, I want to be free, I wish you could disappear and take all our memory with you. - Chris shouts furious

I can’t say anything, I’m standing still, like my feet had stuck to the ground. Trying to process what he just told me

Selfish? You said I’m selfish Christopher?. You don’t deserve one percent of the love I gave you, everything I did for you, for us! So that our love would last. But I guess I realized it’s not what you want. You want me to leave ? You want everything we had gone? Okay, your wish is my command. Ask Matt or Nick to get your things in my house. I don’t ever want to see you again. You’re free to live. - I say without shedding a tear, take my bag and leave without looking back.

Flashback off

It hurt, everything he told me that night, no matter how hard I tried to look strong, I couldn’t, we were throwing away a love of five years, many moments lived, much love, much care. But fame went to his head and suddenly everything around him was more important than me. He had no more time for me, in his life there was no more room for a relationship.

It ended with me, so I made the decision I’m about to make. He said he wanted it all to go away, that at least I can accomplish.

I never imagined in mine that someday I would be doing this, I never imagined being possible. But here I am one step away from erasing our entire history.

This establishment promises to make all memory related to a specific person disappear forever, and makes you believe it never happened.

Hello dear, we will start, I must warn you that in the middle of the procedure you may feel dizzy or slips, but it will mean that it is working. Say "red alert" at any time and we will stop immediately. Good luck dear - the professional says with a crooked smile and a hand on my shoulder passing me comfort.

I nod and take a deep breath, feel an icy metal pricing on both sides of my face, and a green light comes on when it touches my skin.

I feel my eyes get heavy and close them. When I close them I get a glimpse of an Arcade, actually I see only a bear machine. I know this place, I’ve seen it before.

Flashback on

Run love, come on, I’ll get you a teddy bear even if lose all my money! - Chris says smiling and running to the bear machine

I laugh and go right after him

Oh no, I guess we’ll have to sell your house to pay the bills then - I laugh and he looks at me smiling

He presses the button and the game starts. Finally he manages to catch a bear, brown with a pink shirt, after one, two... twelve attempts.

Yayyy, I did it, here it is love, let’s call her Ally, Ally will keep you safe whenever you feel lonely or sad and I can’t help! - he says giving me the bear and giving me a kiss

Thank you Chris I love you! - I say look at the bear.

I look up to see him, but all I see is an empty place.

But of course, there was no one with me, I came alone, won the bear alone, with my abilities. I hug the bear I just conquered

Flashback off

I open my eyes and feel tears roll my cheeks and hold my necklace as a sign of comfort, but I remember how it was won

Can I have this at least? - I ask pointing to the necklace

The professional does not answer, just smiles sadly and feel my eyes get heavy again.

This time I’m sitting on the couch at home, watching a movie, I remember that day too

Flashback on

Love. Can we stop the movie just for a minute? - Chris asks sitting on the couch and looking at me.

Sure honey, what happened? - I ask worried

I wanted to give you something, which was actually supposed to be for your birthday. but I can’t stand - He laughs a little and hands me a white velvet box. - Happy early birthday

Oh Chris you didn’t have to give me anything, darling! - I smile and open the box.

It was a gold necklace with a pink heart pendant. It may seem like an exaggeration, but it was the most beautiful necklace I’ve ever seen in my life.

My God Chris, it’s beautiful! you’re special, I love you forever - I smile and look at the necklace.

But it was no longer a necklace, it was a pink collar, I look forward and Elsie, my dog is sitting on the couch, I put the collar I just bought her and hug her again watching the rest of the movie.

I look at the TV and I see Chris and I making snow angels. It looks weird, but suddenly I’m there.

Lying on the ground, in the snow, both laughing a lot, making our snow angels, happy, as we used to be.

I take my eyes off him for a minute to look at the cloudy sky above us, but when I return he is no longer there. It’s just me, as always, enjoying everything, with my own company.

Flashback off

85% of the process already done- I hear a voice half a distance

But this time I can’t open my eyes, I feel a little dizzy, and suddenly I’m sitting at my kitchen table with a cake full of candles. My birthday last year.

Flashback on

My birthday, a delicious cake, lit candles waiting to be extinguished.

Make a wish, love - Chris says calmly

I close my eyes wishing that moments like this never end. I open them again and as it is every year, on that same date, in this same way, I celebrate my birthday alone, surrounded by peace and a little solitude. I blow out the candles and prepare to eat a cake again by myself.

Flashback off

We ended up dear. You’re free to go, you’re free to live your new life. - the professional says leaving the room.

I feel strange but happy at the same time, I remember how I got here, I remember what I’m doing here, but I don’t remember why. I feel renewed, I feel that I can be happy again, that I can be myself, as if I had found myself again.

All worry is gone.

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Hope y'all enjoy it, tell me if you want to be in my next post taglist ⭐⭐

[bcdrawsandwrites]

[ID: The first image Psychonauts fanfic banner on a black-to-gray gradient background. On the left in white text it says “Prompt #5: Never Be Hurt Again” On the right is a light blue animated figment of a scaler (a long metal dental tool with thin hooks on either end).

The second image is a Bad Things Happen Bingo card. Various prompts are marked with a half-brain (prompt requested but not filled) or full-brain (prompt requested and finished) symbol, while the “Never Be Hurt Again” prompt specifically is marked with a full brain symbol. /end ID]

Okay I keep forgetting to post this, but I thought of it just now so I’m finally taking an opportunity to get this posted! Here is, FINALLY, my next fic for my @badthingshappenbingo​ challenge! \

I am currently NO LONGER OPEN FOR REQUESTS. I have enough to work on to get a bingo! I MAY decide to reopen prompts later if I want to keep going after finishing these fics, but for now, requests are closed!

This request is for @loveandmad​! Hope you enjoy it! Also big thanks to @jaywings​ and Pinky G Rocket for beta-reading.

Prompt: Never Be Hurt Again Characters: Caligosto Loboto, his parents, and various OCs for his backstory Warnings: Emotional manipulation/parental abuse, (SPOILERS: implied dental torture)

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Traffic honked and wailed in the streets below his window. It was not the city he had been in originally, the one that his parents sent him to a few years ago; he had chosen this city.

—~~~—

"Stoneton?" Caligosto looked from the pen in his father's outstretched hand to the application on the kitchen table. "That's on the other side of the country."

"Yes, but it's a very good city," his mother replied, with the same enthusiasm she'd used to talk about the "very good highschool" or the "very good summer camp" that he'd been forced into in the past, that he still had nightmares about.

"I don't know..."

"Look, son, we're doing you a favor!" His father slammed the pen onto the table. "You want dental school? Here it is. We're offering to pay for your tuition!"

"Your father is willing to give up the money he was putting toward his second yacht! We're making a personal sacrifice for you!" His mother looked away. "I don't know how we managed to raise such an ungrateful child..."

"No, no! It's not that—"

"We're doing this for you, son! You want to live your dream of becoming a dentist, we're letting you do that!"

You never wanted to before, Caligosto wanted to say, but the words retreated back down his throat. To live his dream... he couldn't let this slip away. He stared down at the application again, then grabbed the pen, the yellow gleam of the kitchen light glinting off its metal surface.

—~~~—

Light danced on the tip of the hook as he turned the scaler in his hands. He stared at it, feeling its weight in his palm, remembering the last time he'd used it.

His fingers clenched around it, knuckles white beneath the glove.

—~~~—

The room was a blinding white and silver, save for the dull gray chairs and the dummy heads strapped to them. The heads were painted in flesh tones, faceless save for gaping mouths with complete sets of teeth. Many of his classmates had shied away from these at first, but Caligosto had always rushed to his assigned dummy, half his mind giddy with the thought of finally getting to practice, and the other half with the thought of his parents seeing him as a successful dentist.

He held the scaler down toward the dummy, ready to practice methods of scraping plaque from teeth, when his professor strolled by.

"Now, you'll probably deal with patients who put up a fight," she stated. "Some patients will struggle and squirm. Some may try to bite."

Of course, they'd gone over this before. This professor had always liked to make a show of taking off her glove and revealing a scar one of her own patients had left on her hand. So he nodded along, continuing to move the hook between the fake teeth, digging gently into the silicone gums.

"But you may even have patients who are... unnatural, so to speak."

He paused.

She strode toward a cabinet in the back of the lab as she spoke. "Of course, you need special methods when dealing with them. There are certain tools we have in the medical profession to deal with them, which I'll show you in a moment." She glanced over her students with a glint in her eye.

Slowly he looked back down at the dummy, unsure of why his hands were going numb.

"They're known for all sorts of tricks," she went on, turning to open the cabinet. "They can dismantle your tools with just a look!"

His hand twitched, leaving a small scratch on a fake tooth.

"Or they could reach out and infect you with a deadly virus, just by their touch..."

He gripped the scaler, his knuckles turning white.

"Even if they don't touch you, some can reach out with an invisible hand and change your future, just enough to bring you misfortune!" Finally she turned around with a strange pair of earmuffs in her hand, and something about the sight of them sent a jolt up his spine and caused his chest to burn, and he jumped away from his dummy. His professor didn’t notice as she continued, "That's why—"

"Th-that's not true."

He suddenly became aware that everyone was staring at him, and that his professor's grin had fallen. "Pardon?"

It was too late to back down, so he straightened his back. "They can't dismantle something instantly. They can do it without their hands, but they still need to pull it apart. And there's no psychic power that can cause illness, unless they're spinning you around like a ferris wheel!" He snorted. "And if they could change their future, wouldn't we see a lot more of them winning the lotter—"

"Stop."

He shut his mouth, but his eyes were locked on the earmuffs she held, and he wasn't sure why the sight of them was making him tremble.

The professor approached him, her gaze dark. "Are you defending these mentalists, Loboto?"

"Wh-what?!" he sputtered, head snapping up. "No! I just—"

She got in his face, and he swore he could feel some form of terrible, familiar energy from the earmuffs in her hands. "Never in my class would I ever have expected to encounter a psychic sympathizer!"

The phrase turned his stomach to ice and lit his head ablaze—outraged that she would accuse him of such, and horrified by the implications.

It wasn’t the last time he would hear it, or even worse terms that he didn’t like to think about.

They came up during a meeting with the dean regarding his dismissal from the college. They were spat upon him when he tried to apply for jobs in the area as he scrambled to find his footing. They were hissed at him from former classmates who had once gotten along with him.

The term was even snarled at him over the phone, when he contacted the last two people he could think of for help.

“Psychic sympathizer.”

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The shriek of metal on glass brought him out of the memory, and he stared down at the faint scratch across his window.

After taking a moment to unclench his jaw, to breathe, to set the tool aside onto its cart, he turned away from the window and strode across the dark room. There was no point in reflecting on those memories, those terrible manglings of his character, those people who chased him away from what had felt like the one chance of ever achieving his dream. They were behind him now.

But his foot nudged a book that stuck out from the lowest shelf, and he reached down to adjust it, frowning when he noted the misaligned printing on the spine.

—~~~—

Caligosto plucked up the book, flipped through it, picked off the sticker, and slipped it into his jacket. It had gotten easier after the first several times; his hands no longer shook, though his nerves still fluttered in his chest. After browsing through the shop for another quarter hour, he shrugged and trotted out, bidding the owner good-day as he headed back to his apartment to plot his next course of action.

The book, while a measly paperback, was a signed copy, and would surely yield him enough money to cover the rest of this month's rent, which was due in two days. He just needed to choose the next store carefully—one he hadn't been to in a while. There was Jamie's down the road, but he'd just sold a set of pilfered baseball cards there a week ago. He hadn't been to the one on 5th and Maple in a while, but it was closed today... Ah, right, the one another town over—he hadn't been there in a couple months, so that one should be all right. It would be a bit of a hike, but it would be worth it.

So he made the trip, which ate up a chunk of his day, clutching the book under his jacket. Just one more time, and he would be set for another month—another month to figure out how to get out of this dump.

"Got a good one for you this time!" Puffing up his chest, he slapped the book onto the counter. The force at which he'd done it had caused the binding to come somewhat loose, and he fought the urge to wince, hoping the man wouldn't notice. "It's a signed copy, you see?"

The shop owner slid the book closer to himself, lifting it up and turning it this way and that, studying it through narrowed eyes.

Even though he'd gotten away with it before, the sweat still trickled down his back as he awaited the man's evaluation. Maybe he could settle for a lower price if the shopkeeper wasn't willing to pay what it was worth—just so long as he could cover his rent, that was all he needed—

The man huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. "Not a signed copy," he remarked. "It's a photocopy." He'd pointed out the spine, which, now that he looked more closely, didn't even have the title aligned, part of it folding over onto the back cover of the book. When the man opened it, his finger traced the margins, which didn't line up with the edges of the pages. He set the book back on the counter, giving him an unpleasant grin, one with poorly-placed veneers, revealing the blackened teeth between where the porcelain didn't line up with the gums. "I'll give you two bucks."

He trembled all over, the blood rushing from his face, before his mouth twisted. "I hope you choke on your own rotten teeth!" He snatched the book before storming out.

His trek back to his apartment was made in a blind, numb haze, his stomach sinking as he wondered just how he could word a plea to his landlord to allow him another week to pay the rent. If his landlord would even allow that, if his landlord hadn't already heard the gossip being spread about him.

The thoughts left him the second a hand grabbed his arm and yanked him behind a building. His mind clicked into self-preservation mode while some voice screamed in the back of his head that this was it, someone had caught him, or someone had heard the rumors and come after him—

"C-Caligosto, is that you?"

He found himself staring at a young man with a frightened, pale face, and dark circles under his eyes. At first he narrowed his eyes at him, prepared to bolt, only to realize he recognized the man's messy orange hair, though it was a lot messier than the last time he'd seen it.

"...Bower," he said slowly, yanking his arm away. He'd shared a few classes with the student during his short time at the university. "What do you want?"

"Help," Bower choked, huddling in on himself. "I... I just need your help with—"

"I haven't been a student in months, in case you haven't noticed," he said, voice dripping in bitterness.

"Yes, exactly, that's exactly why I need your help!"

He stared at him. "What."

"Everyone avoids you, so—so... no one would know!" A manic smile stretched across Bower’s face as he spread out his sweaty hands.

"...No one would know what?"

"Look, I-I kinda owe someone some money—"

"You're talking to the wrong person."

He turned away, but Bower caught him by the shoulder and turned him back around. Jerking his arm away, he grit his teeth and glared down at the man, who held up his hands.

"I owe them a lot of money! And—and if you can help me get some, I'll give you half."

He opened his mouth to protest, and closed it, looking away as he mulled things over. "Do you have a plan of some sort?"

"I-I do. But it's risky, and I need help. And after that, you never have to speak to me again!"

"...You never spoke to me anyway."

"Look, I know, just—please, just this once?"

Deep down, he could feel something—something telling him it was nice to feel needed. Not to mention, he did need the money on short notice.

He steeled himself. "All right. What's the plan?"

—~~~—

He shook his head. While it had been the moment to launch him into his current career, he'd been foolish to think that he'd been needed by that idiot. No, Bower hadn't needed him specifically. If he'd refused, he would've found someone else. No, Bower had used him, and had been planning on keeping all the money for himself, if he could get away with it (which he hadn't—as he'd predicted, Bower had gotten caught by the police, and ratted him out, but he'd been long gone by the time they'd come looking for him).

He'd been free.

—~~~—

With his few possessions in a duffel bag hanging on his shoulder, Loboto strolled down the sidewalk of the new town, which looked brighter and more promising than his old college town ever had.

It would be a new leaf for him. Perhaps he could forge a license and start a dentist practice, if not here, then somewhere further out. The robbery had given him more than enough money to rent a new apartment for the rest of the year, so housing wouldn't be a problem for a while. Just so long as he could find a job to start with...

He stopped at the bulletin board, perusing the job postings and skimming past event fliers. He wasn't terribly picky, so long as it was something that could pay for rent and still have some left over for food and savings—

A pair of familiar glasses caught his eye, and his blood ran cold.

Wanted: Caligosto Loboto.

His teeth grit so hard they nearly cracked, he tore the poster from the board, and ran.

—~~~—

...It was better now.

The police hadn't found him, of course. Never, in the past few years of his career, though they'd searched. Oh, they'd searched, and he'd had to move again later, but it was all good now.

Especially since his new client had opened up a world of new possibilities to him.

—~~~—

Loboto found her staring at the tools, still in pristine condition, arranged on the shelves. "Interested in those, are we?" He tipped his head. "Do you need some dental work done?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than his heart began to flutter in excitement, and he perked up. "I know you're here for business, but if you ever need some work done on your pearly whites, I can—"

Nora held up a finger. "I'm just here for business."

His heart and hopes dropped to the floor, and his shoulders drooped. "Yeah, of course."

Yet she was still looking over the tools, eyes narrowed. Without a word she picked up a dental hook, pressing it into one of her fingers until it drew blood.

"Hey!" he cried. "You should be wearing gloves—"

"These tools, Cal," she said quickly, rubbing the finger she'd pricked against her thumb, smearing the blood. "They look like they would hurt."

Grumbling, he snatched the hook away and hunted for a bottle of cleaning alcohol and a cloth. "No," he said absently, stooping down to snatch up a bottle. "In the right hands, the procedures can be mildly unpleasant at worst."

As he disinfected the tool, Nora reached out to him. "So could those same hands..." She gently grabbed one of his palms, and he yanked his hand away, shooting a glare at her. "...make them hurt?"

He stared at her.

"Perhaps, enough for a patient to beg, to plead, to give whatever information you want?"

Loboto held the hook away from her, but hesitated a moment. "...Why do you ask?"

Nora stepped back, regarding the tools on the shelves. "It doesn't look like they've seen much use, and it would be a shame for them to go to waste."

—~~~—

His hands shook, in spite of his smile.

This was it. He was finally going to see his dream come true—perhaps not in the way he'd originally planned, but that's the fun of it, isn't it? He was past all of that nonsense—his parents and professors and even the police trying to control him, trying to get in the way of his goals.

His dreams were coming true. He was finally, finally getting to put his skills to use. And no one was going to convince him otherwise.

"Cal!" a harsh voice called from the room he'd remade into a new "dentist's office." "Your patient isn't cooperating. Get in here!"

"Right away!" he called in return, wheeling his cart into the room.

On the other side of the room was his client, Nora, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. And before her, strapped to the dental chair, was his patient. Both his mouth and eyes were wide, the former from a mouth prop forcing his jaw open, and the latter from terror.

Loboto looked him over, selecting the scaler from his cart and fighting to keep his hand from shaking. He looked from the patient's teeth and gums, then to Nora, who nodded impatiently at him. He stared down at the pointed tip of the tool in his trembling hand—one of many tools that hadn't seen use since his college days.

"Get on with it," Nora hissed.

He clenched the tool, forcing his hand to still, and aimed it at the patient's gums, grinning down into his terrified eyes. "Say aaah!" he said, and jabbed.

[foxymoxynoona]

Hmmm how about a jealous Eniko & a sexy in love reassuring meadow Jungkook?🥹❤️ Like they are out together with their daughter and run into his ex cat girlfriend, how would all that play out? 😱

Also, Jungkook is such a DILF🥵

OK so I made some changes to this since running into Eun-kyung is actually a pretty big deal! I'll write another DILF Meadow drabble though to make up for it 😉 I hope you enjoy this!

Story: Meadow Characters: Jungkook and Enikö Word Count: 3890 CW: jealousy, references to sex and marking and mating and past infidelity

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More recent, I don’t know where the others are ??

It was bound to happen sooner or later. Why wouldn’t it? Enikö and Jungkook were now thoroughly entrenched as pack leaders and that meant, to them, more than just the wolves. It meant being out in the community as much as possible, doing their own shopping, running their own errands, rather than hiding behind the privilege and luxury their status could provide. For Enikö in particular, this self-sufficiency was important. She’d been a prisoner in her own home before, locked up in the name of protection. Never again.

The Jeon Territory was large though, and larger all the time as they reclaimed lost pack lands. Large enough she might never be able to walk through downtown and recognize every face she saw; even Jungkook couldn’t, and he’d lived here his whole life. Not to mention the new folks coming in. But people knew who they were, and Enikö wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to strangers approaching her, greeting her by name, asking about her life as if she was… a public figure. Exactly what she was.

It still made her jumpy sometimes. There was no way to predict whether she’d be met by people who supported her work or criticized it. There were plenty of people who despised her, or didn’t recognize her status, or saw her as an invader –and many of them were not afraid to shout it to her face. Change was slow, slow enough she might never be able to feel safe walking around downtown without Namjoon or Ji-yoon or Chailai by her side. Jungkook was her ideal companion, of course, but they’re both just so busy, and what time they did get together was usually spent at home, or running through the forests, or gathering at a friends’ for a barbecue, or at most taking Mira to the Children’s Museum or a park. Of all the things Enikö could do when she had rare childfree time with Jungkook, running errands downtown wan’t anywhere near the top of the list. 

But then came the day: Jungkook had a dentist appointment she’d offered to take him to because he got nervous about dentists, and she needed to pick up her necklace from the jewelers after the chain had broken, so why not take advantage and swing by the new sushi place for lunch while they were at it?

Unfortunately, many others seemed to have the same thought about the sushi restaurant. They could see the line pooling outside the door, so Enikö suggested Jungkook try to get a table while she picked up her necklace. He resisted at first but ultimately his growling stomach and sulkiness about his sore teeth won out, and the jeweler was only two doors down and empty anyway.

It was quick work for Enikö to get the necklace. She didn’t wear the Jeon black obsidian pendant often but it felt nice to clasp it around her neck with the newer, stronger chain. Mira had been immediately drawn to it, as if she understood it was a gem related to her heritage, and yanked it right off her mother’s neck. Jungkook had been proud of her strength –until she tried to eat it and he and Enikö had to work together to wrestle it away. 

The gemstone slowly soaking up the heat from her chest once again, Enikö went to meet Jungkook at the sushi place. The line had cleared out enough she stepped right in to see if he’d managed a table already.

Enikö was friends with several of Jungkook’s exes. There were quite a few to choose from --even more if she dared to prod his list of rut partners from the years he hadn’t had a girlfriend to turn towards.

She did not prod for that list, not yet at least, not until she had more happy, confident years with Jungkook under her belt.

It wasn’t that she doubted Jungkook in any serious way. She felt his love. She knew his commitment. She breathed their bond every day of her life. But she had not yet grown past that twinge in her stomach at the thought of the women he’d been especially intimate with –not the high school girlfriends, but the rut partners who had seen him truly wild with abandon, which she had not; the adult relationships that had lasted longer than a couple of weeks; the particular relationship he had still been in by choice when he’d been forced to mate and mark her.

It was bound to happen at some point, that they’d run into Eun-kyung again. Why not? She lived here. In the territory that now belonged to Jungkook and Enikö. It shouldn’t matter at all and while Enikö had not in any way prepared herself to see Eun-kyung, if she had contemplated it, she would have optimistically believed that her confidence in her true bond with Jungkook would make the interaction no different than when she and Eesha happened to cross paths at the baby gym and had a good chat. They were going to have play dates.

That was not at all how it felt to walk into the sushi restaurant and, after a moment of searching, find Jungkook standing by the sushi counter in conversation with Eun-kyung, the woman he’d still gone to fuck the day after marking her.

Deep shame flooded her without check. Eun-kyung, who had sent him back a box of lingerie and sex videos, as if he’d still want them with his new mate. Eun-kyung, who had talked to her like she was a child, who in her own fucked up way had been one of the only people to point out how fucked up the situation was for both women. Eun-kyung, who had taken out her anger at Jungkook with a pipe to his car and been pressed against it as he murmured his apologies and regret to her.

Enikö wanted to say she was above it all but the way Eun-kyung and Jungkook stared silently at each other for such a long moment, having a secret conversation using some old language developed during their intimacy, dragged her right back to that time in her life that, until a minute ago, had seemed like nothing more than a distant dream. 

“You think I didn’t want to choose you? You think I’d choose this girl I don’t even know-”

Those words would haunt her until she died. She’d papered over them with all the things he’d said since then, words she believed, but Eun-Kyung was beautiful and it ripped the paper right off. Eun-kyung sighed and turned her face away and Jungkook’s tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek, Enikö could see the bulge of it and the sexy gesture didn’t help the ball of dread in her stomach.

So what now? Did he still have regrets? Did a casual run-in with the woman she’d stolen him from remind him of the choice he hadn’t been allowed to make? Now he was stuck in a role he both wanted and didn’t want, with a mate who was busy a lot and a demanding young daughter and–-

But she wouldn’t let him go without a fight. She couldn’t. They were happy together! He loved her and she loved him and she wouldn’t let him go easily! She wasn’t that scared little fresh omega deer any longer. She wouldn’t give up her mate! She’d fought to earn her place by his side! 

She surged towards the pair despite the shivers down her spine. Either her motion or the sense of her caught Jungkook’s attention. Eun-kyung was in the middle of saying something but Jungkook turned his body wholly towards Enikö and held his hand out for hers. Instantly she felt less like she’d intruded on something and more like he’d been expecting her, waiting for her. She put her hand into his and let him pull her right into her side, but she caught herself with her hand against her body so there was still the slightest space. So she was still standing at her full height as she faced Eun-kyung.

They were the same height, she realized. In her memories, Eun-kyung was much taller, towered over her, but Enikö had knee-high boots on and Eun-kyung had flats on and they were eye to eye. 

“Hello again,” she said, seizing the right of the first words.

“Hello,” Eun-kyung answered. Maybe she wasn’t as tall, but she was as beautiful as Enikö remembered. Sexy. Cool. So very different than the professional public image Enikö maintained --maybe not as submissive and straight-laced as she’d been raised but at the end of the day, she was still herself. Not very cool.

“Nice chat, Eun-kyung-ssi. See ya later,” Jungkook said and nudged Enikö away but she stayed her ground. They’d been talking about something and she wanted to know what. She worried he wanted to hide things again. Not really but a little bit… His heart race was escalated, she could sense it as if it raced through the fingers pressed to her lower back.

“Things are a little different now,” Enikö said. “But I’m sorry for the pain our match caused you back then. I hope you’re doing better these days and that it’s not unbearable to live here.”

“Why would it be unbearable?” Eun-kyung pressed.

“In our territory.”

Eun-kyung rolled her eyes and gave a little shrug, “It doesn’t matter. Like I told your mate here, that was a long time ago. I’ve moved on.”

“Great.” Jungkook’s voice did not sound like it was great. His thumbs dug harder into Enikö’s back to make her move. “See ya around. Let’s go eat, baby.”

The baby felt awkward to her, like he was showing off. Why did he care? Back then, he’d called Eun-kyung "baby." And Eun-kyung had called her "a baby." Very different.

“It turned out ok for us though too,” she said to Eun-kyung. “He didn’t 'chew me up and spit me out' like you predicted.”

“Yeah, I heard he immediately pupped you and then used your blood connections to take over the pack or something-– look, I don’t care. Good for you. I don’t think about either of you at all and I sure as fuck hope you aren’t thinking of me.”

“Ok and we’re gone, thanks so much for saying hello,” Jungkook snapped and this time took Enikö’s shoulders and guided her away. His wasn’t the only escalated heartrate now. She expected him to lead her out of the restaurant; she was torn between not wanting to cede the territory and knowing that she would feel like she was performing for as long as Eun-kyung was in the restaurant. 

He pulled the chair out of a table that had been waiting for them, then dropped down to press a kiss to her neck near her mate mark. 

“Easy, Enna. Let’s just enjoy our lunch, everything is fine.” 

Was it though? Enikö plastered on a smile and tried to calm herself but it was hard not to read something into every gesture –-or lack thereof. Why didn’t he scent her? It was the normal thing to do when your mate was upset, which he could tell she was. When she rested her hand on the table for him to take, he busied his hands checking off the rolls they wanted instead and then flagged a waiter down for water. 

The meal was uncomfortable, to say the least. Enikö didn’t bring up the odd and hostile meeting. She tried to focus on the food, as did Jungkook. Eun-kyung left with a couple of women not longer after and theoretically that should have diffused things but it didn’t. She barely tasted the food. They started and trailed off multiple topics. She’d never been so glad for Jungkook to call for the check.

Obviously he was still thinking about Eun-kyung. Enikö wished she could read his mind. She wished he would volunteer what had happened without her having to ask. She swished she wasn’t so desperate to know. Suddenly even her own name sounded too close to Eun-kyung’s. Did he ever get them confused, think of his ex instead when he said her name?

“Enikö,” he murmured, taking her hand as they walked. “Just… just let me get us home first.”

“Hm?”

His lips straightened into a line and he said nothing further, the two of them wrapped in silence. That, too, felt like back then. It wasn’t easy, comfortable silence, she didn’t feel his love and presence, she was too wrapped up in her own pained memories, now prodded nearly to a fever-pitch by him sounding like he had something to tell her. 

He’d barely parked the car in the drive before she couldn’t hold it back any longer. 

“Do you still miss her?”

“I’m sorry I–- wait, what?”

“Do you still miss her?” Enikö asked because it was the question at the heart of everything. It didn’t really matter who said what, it just mattered how he felt about it all. Probably.

The passage of emotions across his face was remarkable for someone who often stayed so stoic, but he landed on one that could easily look like anger, brows scrunched, corners of his mouth downturned.

“The fuck are you talking about? Her ?”

“Yes, her . The girl you chose and had to give up because of–-”

“Because I met my true mate and the woman I love more than anything or anyone-–”

“But you didn’t at the time!” she interrupted his rush of flattery before it could further fluster her. She got out of the car; he followed close behind.

“No,” he conceded. “At the time I was pissed. I was angry and… and stupid. I hurt her and I hurt you even worse.”

She stopped just at the edge of the drive. If anyone had noticed their return yet, no one came running. Probably Mira was napping and Otto with her on guard. She crossed her arms and met his gaze and tried to think of what else to say. 

He took hold of her face and stared into her soul. “No, little one, I do not miss her. I haven’t thought of her a day since you took my heart.”

“Which was when?”

“I forget the exact day. Somewhere in Europe. Actually I probably hadn’t thought of her in longer than that… why would I?”

She took hold of his wrists and pulled his hands lower to rest on either side of her neck. 

“En… baby, you don’t need to be jealous of my fucking ex.”

“I’m not… I’m not jealous,” she scoffed. 

“Good. You don’t need to be.”

“I just… just seeing her again made me remember everything back then and…” She let out a deep breath through her nose. 

His voice dropped lower and she felt the flash of distress from him. She hadn’t expected that and in looking, managed to bump their noses together as he pressed his forehead to hers.

“I know,” he breathed out. “Me too.”

“That’s what I’m saying!”

“Yeah, the guilt and the shame just…” He clenched his teeth so hard she could practically feel it in her jaw. “Did I ever even apologize to you?”

“What?”

“For what I did. For going to her and for how I treated you when you were understandably upset–-”

“You did apologize.”

“Well it wasn’t fucking enough. Nothing could ever be enough. Maybe we should have just left after we saw her but I fucked up so much back then, I didn’t want to ruin your lunch too.”

It was ridiculous. It made her pull away and look up at him with confusion. Suddenly the distance between them for their meal felt different: guilt instead of regret, or a different reason for the regret; shame instead of longing for an ex. 

She kept hold of his wrists as she pressed, “So you weren’t fondly recalling–-”

“Yeah, no. It was just awkward to run into her. She came up to me and was all ‘well things look like they’re going well for you.’ And like… yeah, they’re going fucking great for me. How do you tell someone yeah sorry I didn’t tell you I got mated but she’s the love of my life and we have a perfect daughter and my life only got better after you?!”

Enikö’s eyes went wide and she threaded her fingers through Jungkook’s and asked, “So what did you say instead?”

“Oh. No, I basically said that–-”

“You what ?!”

“And I did say I was sorry again about the whole thing but that yeah, my life is great. Don’t look at me like that!”

“You’re such an asshole!” she cried and covered her face with her hands to laugh. 

“I said I hoped her life was going well too!”

“And what did she say?”

“Well then you came in and it just got worse from there…”

“I can’t believe you said that–-”

“Well what should I have said?! I’m not going to act like it wasn’t the best thing that ever happened to me. It sucks I hurt her in the process, that was shitty of me, but I’m not going to lie and act like I regret how my life changed.”

“You’re such a dummy,” she sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself close to him. No wonder Eun-kyung had been pissy. She was never going to feel like she got justice for the way Jungkook had hurt her, that was the truth. Maybe if she knee Jungkook had been hurt by Aloysius... but Enikö sure wasn’t going to call her up and volunteer that. 

Jungkook’s arms were tight around her, the relief in his voice obvious as he sighed, “Ok, so you aren’t mad about–- I thought you were upset again about what I did back then. I was ready to grovel, I just didn’t want to talk about it in the restaurant–”

“I don’t want you to grovel.”

“I’ll do it.”

“No, alpha,” she assured him, and twisted her face to kiss his neck. “I was just a little jealous, that’s all.”

“Of what ?” The way the words sputtered out was soothing in and of itself.

“I don’t know, that you chose her–-”

“I chose you a thousand times. I’ll choose you every time.”

“That you had a good sex life–-”

“Yeah I thought so until I met you,” he snorted.

“That you pierced her nipples.”

He froze. 

“I… well… I did do that,” he said, mouth twisting into something between sheepish and amused. “But I drank from yours so–-”

“Jungkook!”

“I’ll pierce yours if you want me to.”

She immediately clamped her hands over his and pouted, “I don’t. These poor nipples have been abused enough by your daughter, I don’t need you poking holes in them too!”

“Ah, poor little omega,” he murmured. All traces of the guilt were gone now, there was only smug playfulness as he slid his hands up her sides to press beneath her breasts. “Do they need to be soothed?”

“ I need to be soothed. Do you remember when you made me carry home a box of her lingerie and sex tapes–-”

“And you watched them!” he yelled, followed by a laugh. “You know, you were a pretty disobedient brat for a supposedly well-trained omega.”

“Hey!”

“Ah but I know, I shouldn’t have made you take the box home. I was an asshole. I’m a changed man now.”

“Apparently not if you made sure to tell her ex how great your life is now–-”

“Look I will take any opportunity to brag about Mira and you. You’ve got ears? Great, you can listen to how great my girls are.”

She shook her head and let it fall to his shoulder. 

“Ok,” she admitted, “I guess I feel kind of silly now for being jealous.”

“It’s not silly. I put you through a lot, especially around her.” He dragged his nose along her neck and throat, a supplicating gesture rather than a dominant one. “I’m sorry, En. I’ll never not regret how we started. But I’ll live with the guilt if it means I get to spend a lifetime making it up to you.”

“You already do, alpha.”

“More. I can do more.” His lips tugged at her skin and then her teeth. She understood the offer, if she wanted it. If she felt like it, after that emotional upset. 

“Hm…”

“I think it’s been a while since you’ve been jealous over me,” he murmured. “Feels kind of good… just a little bit good!”

“Oh shut up.”

“Would that make you feel better? If I shut up and just show you where my loyalty lies?”

“You didn’t have to make this sexual. I would have been happy with kisses and verbal reassurance.”

“Yeah but I do my best work with my mouth and my dick… and then kisses and verbal reassurance…”

She wavered. A mid-day romp sounded pretty wild with how tame their schedule had become recently. They’d eaten so quickly, there might still be time. They could check and see what time Mira had gone down. And he wasn’t wrong, she never left the bedroom (or sofa or kitchen counter or desk or…) afterwards not feeling certain she was the center of his world. 

“I don’t know, your mouth and your dick seem to have caused a lot of problems in the past.”

“Yeah but not anymore. Unless you’ve got something to complain about?” It was mean to ask that as he dragged his mouth along her throat, tilting her chin up to get that submissive access he wanted. His tongue followed, saliva leaving even greater scent of him, of his claim on her, of the proof he belonged to her too. 

“I guess right now the lack of them is leaving me with something to complain about.”

“Say no more. You want to go upstairs? Or should we just find a nice patch of grass–”

“Jungkook!”

“Yeah, I know the wild girl I mated. No regrets there, Enna. You bite way harder.”

“Yeah, don’t forget that,” she glared. 

“Ah, maybe you should remind me.” After her impulsive bite on his exposed neck, hard enough to make him hiss, he promptly scooped her up. “Ok, we’re in a hurry now.” Enikö giggled as he fumbled to get the door open in his haste to get her upstairs for whatever borrowed time they had left before Mira woke up.

Maybe there wasn’t anything that could make the ending of his previous relationship and the start of theirs feel good. Maybe she’d always feel a little guilty about Eun-kyung too, because things had turned out so well for them. She hoped Eun-kyung had a good life with someone who could make her as happy and erase any of the pain or bitterness that might linger. Jungkook and Enikö had each other for that, and with the attention he lathed on her nipples even left unpierced, she could settle into the truth that there wasn’t actually any space in their relationship for real jealousy or insecurity at this point. 

But, in the event it happened again, she was glad to have an alpha so eager to show her exactly who his heart belonged to with every look, touch, and taste. 

[roxy206]

Live In Chicago From The Historic Auditorium Theatre — 03/27/2023 | watch here | listen here

THE KATYA VOICEOVERRRR

No because this intro is amazing

THE SHOW CLIPS!

Ngl I do miss seeing them walk out onto stage

The two seconds it takes for Katya to mention her short dress lmao

Thank youuu, thank youuu You’re welcome

I’m in my tanning phase at the same age that you were, when you were in your tanning phase

The two of them saying the hoops 😂

Love wins Love wins

Of course Trixie went for the small dick joke lol

If you’re born naked & the rest is drag how do you criminalize it? 🤣

Okay so you really don’t know about drag queens because we are self-centered assholes

If drag really didn’t heal the world the conservatives wouldn’t care, but because it’s working they’re like we need to stop this

So if anybody knows a youth pastor — seriously though

Katya winking pleaaase

You wouldn’t understand what I’ve been through No, I couldn’t possibly! You’re so brave 😂

Katya laughing at herself is so !

I would but I won’t

I don’t drive so what’s gonna happen to me, d’you know what I mean?

You’re really doing responsibility

Katya talking about being an introvert

I’m sorry but Trixie knowing what story Katya is about to tell … I get immense pleasure out of that

It’s like looking up at the rain but reverse

I started getting a huge boner

Now excuse me I need clarification here on whether Katya literally heard Trixie while she was showering or imagined hearing Trixie

I was in the shower — different time — thinking about this person — 👀👀👀

Dungeons & Dragons bitch

Katya wanting to look exclusively for cuddling on Grindr

Am I nuts like if I just want to like kiss, just a man to kiss & hug?

I didn’t tell you [gasp] New information!

I’m so ashamed to admit that I immediately got hard — Trixie’s reaction 😂

When I ordered Noodles & Company upon your suggestion — AHHHH!

MORE LIVE PODS MORE LIVE PODS MORE LIVE PODSSSSSSS

No I’m gonna tell my dentist story for the twelfth time

Okay wait is it a Massachusetts or New England thing to call it a johnny because … yes that’s what it’s called (I guess so lol)

I don’t want no — I do want scrubs

Do you think he was putting the feelers out? How could you not?

Aww Trixie’s guidance counselor 😭

Trixie looking at Katya saying the bog

I was already feeling emosh & I can’t deal with Katya saying there’s something very poignant & touching about it 🥺

Not them doing a BFF quiz

The fucking irony that Trixie did indeed call her assistant when she was out running & shit her pants

Hold on hold on, Trixie shaved Katya’s back?

What do you MEAN oh you’ve seen me in the back of the bus eating pizza

There’s too much to process here I’m going to need to rewatch this one

What did he say? Cheese. Which is exactly what I would have said — Katya’s laugh when she says cheese 😂

I’ve had a colorful life

Is there a difference? You tell me

I didn’t think anyone knew it was a blowup doll

You told me to watch that movie & I haven’t watched it either

It’s 50 First Dates up here at this point

I can’t believe I haven’t told you this

Wait I can finally tell you this story too!

JAME!

This pod episode was lit

[alexie-writes]

Extra Ordinary Chapter 5

A/N: Sorry for the long wait, I ended up splitting this chapter into two parts as it was longer than I thought, so be ready for the next one!

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Chapter Five: Pizza and Popular Kids

When the next day came, Ostin and Essie didn’t get to school until lunchtime. As Essie was trying to catch up on some of the classwork she missed while eating, Michael sat down at their table.

“Michael, your eye’s looking a lot better!” Ostin greeted him.

Essie looked up from her frantic scribbling to nod in agreement, the swelling had gone down a bit, and the bruise was beginning to fade. All things considered, it was healing pretty fast. Or, at least, she assumed. The last time she got a black eye was when she was still living in Nevada, and she’d fallen during recess, managing to catch her eye on one of the-thankfully-rounded pieces of the playground equipment.

“Thanks. Where were you two this morning?” Michael asked.

“Dentist appointments.” Essie grimaced, she hated the taste of the toothpaste dentists used.

“How’d it go?”

“It was just a checkup. Two cavities.” Ostin frowned.

“Probably all the ice cream you ate last night,” Michael grinned. “At my last appointment I had three. I can only chew sugarless gum now.” He said, opening his milk carton. “So, we’re starting a club.”

“Of people who have cavities?” Essie asked jokingly.

Ostin shook his head. “Who?”

“Us. You two, me, and Taylor.” Michael said, attempting to remain nonchalant.

“What kind of club?” Ostin questioned.

“It’s for people with… Unique abilities like mine.” Michael said, pausing to omit something, it seemed. Essie decided she’d have to figure that out later.

“Excellent. So why Taylor?”

“I don’t know. Why you?”

“Because of my intellect, of course.”

“And because I’m a halfway decent wingman.” Essie grinned. She was definitely going to make sure that Michael and Taylor both knew that they returned each other's feelings. Even if her love life was nonexistent, as there really wasn’t interesting to her in Meridian, her friend’s didn’t have to remain that way.

Michael laughed. “Well, there’s more to Taylor than meets the eye.”

“And with her there’s a lot to meet the eye. Her superpower can be that she’s super good-looking.” Ostin said.

“Or that she’s also really smart and good with people?” Essie added.

“That’s… Not what I meant.” Michael said.

“What’s the club called?” Ostin asked, clearly ready to be in a club with someone who was part of the popular crowd.

“We haven’t named it yet. Something about electricity. I was hoping you’d come up with something?” Michael replied.

“I’ll put my computer on it,” Ostin grinned, tapping the side of his head. He took a bite of pizza, then said, “Hey, we get our tests back in biology today.”

“Can’t wait.” Micheal said sarcastically.

“That means we’re gonna have to start a new unit soon… I just got this one handled!” Essie groaned.

“How’d y’all do?” Ostin asked, ignoring his cousin’s dramatics.

“I dunno. B maybe. If I’m lucky.” Michael said.

“Same here.” Essie replied. They all knew Ostin got an A, he never got a lower grade in any core class.

As Essie was rolling her eyes, one of the cheerleaders walked up to the table. As there was a basketball game later, all of the cheerleaders were in their uniforms, making them stand out from the majority of the other teens in the cafeteria. “Is this seat taken?”

“No.” Ostin said, eyes as wide as saucers, causing Essie to start laughing.

The other girl gave her a weird look, then looked back to Ostin. “Good.” She said, dragging the chair off to her table.

“Any time!” Ostin shouted after her. “Come back if you need another one. Got plenty of ‘em. I’m your chair connection.” He turned back to the table. “Did you see that? She spoke to me!”

“Yeah, I think that’s going somewhere.” Michael nodded, as Essie continued cackling.

The three of them continued eating their lunches, when Ostin said “So what happened with your mom last night? First she’s mad as a hornet, and then she’s taking us out to ice cream.”

“She’s just afraid that someone will find out about me. That’s why we moved from California, you know. And our last apartment.” Michael answered.

“Yeah.”

“You haven’t told anyone, have you?” he asked.

“Never.” Ostin said.

“We really don’t talk to anyone else.” Essie said, finishing her pizza.

“Good. I’d have to shock you if you told.” Michael said.

Ostin looked up anxiously, not understanding the joke. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Like an electric eel.”

Ostin stopped chewing.

Michael punched his arm. “Relax, I’m kidding. Sort of.”

As Essie was trying to explain the joke to Ostin, Taylor walked up to the table. Michael started blinking as she smiled and asked,

“Hi, Michael. Is this seat taken?”

“No, you can take it, I’ll even carry it for you.” Ostin said, overeager.

She looked at him. “No, I mean, may I sit here?”

“Sure,” Michael said, looking like he couldn’t quite believe what was happening. Essie really couldn’t either, but she gave Taylor a nod of approval between bites of the school’s overcooked corn.

“Dallas, isn’t it? And Jessie?” Taylor asked them, Ostin looking like he was going to combust from shock at any minute.

“Ostin and Essie.” Essie answered. She really wasn’t that surprised, people got her name wrong all of the time. ‘Jessie’ was a significantly more common name than ‘Essie’, all things considered.

“Right. I knew it was a Texan thing. Sorry.” Taylor apologized as she sat down.

“I was just telling them about our club.” Michael said.

“Did you tell them anything else?” Taylor asked, looking back and forth between Michael and them.

“No,”

“Tell us what?” Ostin asked, curiously. Essie narrowed her eyes, confused. What could they be referencing?

“Nothing,” the two said in unison. Taylor turned back to Michael. “Remember when you asked me where I was born? You’ll never guess what I found out.” Taylor continued, conspiratorially.

Before she could continue on, two guys walked up to the table. Given their letterman jackets, Essie could tell that they were on the varsity basketball team before she even recognized who they were. Spencer and Drew, two of the more popular boys in their grade. Essie let out a quiet sigh of relief that it wasn’t Jeffery. “Hey, Taylor. What’s up?” Spencer greeted her.

“Hi, guys.” Taylor smiled at them, as they took seats at the table that had previously been the least popular kids in the grade. “This is my friend, Michael, and his friends, Ostin and Essie.”

“Hey, I’m Spencer.” the taller one reached out his hand towards Michael. The other new addition to the table just nodded his head. “Drew.”

“Hi.” Michael said. Essie waved awkwardly, as Ostin looked absolutely starstruck.

“So, are you guys nervous for the game?” Taylor asked the two.

“Nah, it’s just another game.” Spencer grinned.

“Not hardly, it’s the regional championship! The winner of this game goes to state.” Taylor gushed. For her sake, Essie hoped that they won. It’d be nice if everyone was happy about winning the game.

“Cottonwood’s won their last three games. They have this forward who’s on fire!” Drew said, exaggerating the last word.

“Literally?” Ostin asked, quizzically.

“No, it’s a figure of speech.” Essie explained to him.

“Where’d you get the shiner?” Drew asked, noticing Michael’s black eye.

“I got in a fight.” Michael said, looking down at the table as his blinking sped up again.

Drew’s eyes widened as he turned to Taylor, connecting the dots in his head. “Hey, this isn’t the kid you told us about who kicked Jack’s ass?”

“That’s him,” Taylor looked at Michael pridefully. “I watched him beat up Jack and the two other guys. He has a black belt.”

“You gotta be kidding me.” Drew said, staring at Michael like he didn’t quite believe it was possible. “Dude, you’re a legend!”

“Thanks,” Michael said awkwardly.

“I’m Ostin” Ostin said, drawing Drew’s attention over to where the cousins were.

“You gonna eat both of those slices of pizza?” Drew asked, looking at Ostin’s plate.

“Uh…”

“Great.” Drew said, reaching over to take one, shoving most of it into his mouth.

Ostin pouted, clearly wanting to have eaten both pieces. Essie sighed and gave Ostin her second slice, which he accepted thankfully, taking a bite and glaring slightly at Drew.

Another two cheerleaders walked over to their table then. “Hey guys. Hey Tay.” said the shorter of the two, a girl with dark curls and glasses.

“Hi Dom. Hi Maddie.” Taylor grinned and waved at the two.

“Hello, girls. Move over, Houston.” Drew said.

“Ostin.” Ostin said, still frowning at Drew.

The girls sat down between Drew and Ostin. Ostin looked like he was in heaven, and Essie grinned and waved at the two. The first girl, Dominique, noticed and waved back at her. Essie looked down under the guise of eating more of her food in an attempt to hide her blush. It seemed being a mess around pretty girls ran in the family.

“We’re having a party at Maddie’s house after the game. Are you all coming?” Dominique asked, looking around the table, grinning proudly at Maddie.

“Yeah, we’ll be there.” smiled Spencer.

“Can you come, Tay?”

“Yes.” Taylor said, as she turned to Michael. “Michael, you’re coming to the game aren’t you?”

“Uh, yeah. Of course. Wouldn’t miss it.” Michael stuttered out.

Ostin looked at him as if he’d lost his mind. Essie began to worry if tickets to the game cost money, hoping they didn’t. She’d been saving up for a book that was set to come out soon.

“Great. Y’all want to come to the party after?” Taylor asked.

“Sure,” Michael answered, still obviously shocked at the current turn of events.

Taylor turned back to her two fellow cheerleaders. “Guys, this is my friend, Michael.”

“Hi, Michael.” Dominique said.

“Hi,” Maddie said, softly.

“That’s Houston.” Drew said, pointing to Ostin.

“Nice to meet you,” Ostin smiled in what Essie could tell was supposed to be a confident way, but didn’t quite come off that way.

“I’m Essie.” Essie smiled, wondering why she wasn’t also introduced. With the wrong name, most likely, but still.

Maddie looked over at Michael, “Do you have something in your eye?”

“Uh, no.” Michael blushed, embarrassed.

“Oh. You were just blinking kind of funny.” she said, concerned.

“Michael has Tourette’s syndrome.” Taylor asked, taking the focus over to her.

“Oh, I thought you were like, winking at me,” Drew said jokingly.

Essie scoffed, rolling her eyes. Yes, because that was the only explanation.

“No. I can’t help it.” Michael explained, his voice softer than it had been.

“Is it, like, contagious?” 

“Is stupidity contagious?” Taylor asked, sarcastically.

Drew looked genuinely confused. “I don’t know. Is it?”

Spencer laughed. “You’re such an idiot, dude.” he said, clapping Drew on the shoulder.

“Sorry,” Drew said to Michael, looking down at the table.

“It’s okay. I was born with it. It makes me blink and stuff.” Michael explained.

Dominique piped up, “I have a cousin with-how do you say it?”

“Tourette’s”

“Yeah, Tourette’s. His name is Richard, but everyone in his neighborhood calls him King Richard, because he’s like, totally amazing on any board. Skateboard, snowboard, wakeboard-if it’s a board, he can rule it.” She continued.

“That’s nothing,” Drew said, grinning at the table. “Mike here is a little Chuck Norris. The other day he beat up three guys twice his size. You should have seen it. It was awesome!”

“That’s so cool!” Dominique said at the same time Essie laughed, “How would you know? You weren’t even there!” to Drew, who looked a little sheepish.

Michael and Taylor grinned at each other, and Essie looked between the two of them. Things seemed to be going well there.

The bell rang, and Ostin sprang out of his seat, “Gotta go. Lovely hanging with you ladies.” he said to the cheerleaders. Essie smothered a grin. Ostin didn’t pick up on the little smiles that Dominique and Maddie had been exchanging the whole lunch period, nor the way Taylor was looking at Michael whenever she thought he wasn’t looking.

“Hold on. I need to go, too.” Michael said as he stood up.

“Hey, stay cool, man.” Spencer said to him. “See you tonight?”

“Yeah. Good luck with the game.”

“Spencer’s made All-State, he already has college scouts checking him out.” Taylor grinned.

“That’s so cool!” Essie and Michael said.

“I throw a ball through a hoop. Nothing to it.” he shrugged. “See you around, man.” he said to Michael.

Essie slung her bag over her shoulder, “Well, I have a class to get to. See y'all later!” she grinned knowingly at Michael and Taylor, leaving them alone at the table.

What a crazy lunch, they’d gone from talking about the dentist, to sitting with some of the most popular kids in their grade. It didn’t feel quite real. They seemed kinder than she’d thought they would be.

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The Whole Nine Yards (2000)

Smoking: Splatter

In honor of the passing of Matthew Perry recently I decided to do one of my favorite movies of his. Of course, I loved him as Chandler on Friends, but this movie holds a special place in my heart.

I forget how gross the opening is. MP plays a dentist and so it opens with him brushing his teeth. So you see like his tongue and stuff. He also breaks the fourth wall a little bit. His wife and mother-in-law live his him and they are quite terrible.

I think this movie is the reason I hate anything to do with teeth. I could definitely never be a dentist or a dental assistant. NOOOOOO THANKS!

Bruce Willis, a contract killer, with an anger problem 🤏🏼 just becomes his new neighbor.

I also act a lot like MP when I’m nervous. I NEVER shut up! And very jumpy

Rosanna Arquette, his wife, who I only just now realized is sister to David Arquette. Now trying to get MP to kill BW for the money. Oh boy. Amanda Peet, plays his receptionist, formally hired to kill MP, but really is like his best friend now and only have his best interest. Wants him to go get laid while he’s in New York.

Enter arguably my favorite character Frankie Figs, played by Michael Clarke Duncan. He keeps punching MP in the kidneys. He works for Kevin Pollak’s character who is looking for BW. Yanni Gogolak, such a funny last name, Gogolak 🤣  He starts moving closer to MP and he tries to back away but bounces off of MCD very funny.

We have Natasha Henstridge playing BW’s wife in the movie. Perfect example of beauty and hard ass. Definitely makes sense why BW’s character was attracted to her.

Got a little munchy so I got my Pop Rock Candy Pocky, its sooo cool and fun to eat lol. Anyway, I paused the movie and I’m already over 300 words in and only 34mins into the movie 🤦🏼‍♀️ because the pop rocks are covered in chocolate most of the popping happens in the back of your throat. It feels funny lolol

Yet again, MP tries to get away from someone in front of him and bounces off of MCD instead 😂

Totally got distracted. Happens a lot lol

Don’t want to give away too much of the movie at the part I’m at now. So I’ll just leave the review here. Not like it isn’t long enough from just the first 30 minutes of the movie 😂☠️

Toke on

 

-RRR