fuuuckkkkkkkkkk why
sick AGAIN.
ALSO, i think my mum read some of my smutfic by accident.
I wasn't aware my laptop was hooked up to the printers on our home network, but apparently since it's been fixed, it is, and a few days ago i must have hit the print button by accident instead of the save button, because when they put paper in the printer, it started speeling off a small amount of the next chapter of The Cure.
Mum told me this and said she only read the first sentance.
Unfortunately, this is the first stanza:
Bumblebee wished, as soon as he onlined, that he had not done so. The first sensation he registered was pain. It was fairly nondescript… an overall ache with hot spots of particular unpleasantness near his shoulder, in his CPU, and… his pelvic region, for some reason.
...Soooooo suggestive and I totally think she read further than she's admitting.
I don't know why she was acting so awkwardfaic tough, cause she's not hardcore anti smut and stuff thats for sre. I'd be fine with her reading the whole thing if it took her fancy, but yea, i think its a bit of a slap in the face for her. She knows i've been inclined to smut stuff up since i was very young, i don't think she really was aware of how it's continued on into almost every single fandom i've been in XD especially this one. It is a bit... out of left field for me in the first place, the fact i smut giant robots could take a little time to wrap her head around XD
for lulz, have a little bit more of a preview for the next upcoming chapter:
He really hoped it was because of some embarrassing stray shot, but from the feel of it, it would have had to of been a very precisely fired stray shot… and he would need to have been lying down with his legs wide open, so that sort of ruled that out.
Before he onlined his optics, he let his memory cache attempt to boot up. It was curiously sluggish…to the point where he began to suspect he must be in the med-bay. Of course, until it did online, he couldn’t know what had happened… he could well be stuck in enemy territory… although, that didn’t make much sense because he could feel, and his systems pinged back an affirmative, that there was coolant being fed into his frame from a medical port and the remnants of a sedative.
Decepticons didn’t tend to put their captives on comfortable berths either.
It was with this thought that things started to come back to him slowly…
uuuuuuuuuuuugh need drugs *scrounges for codrals*
ALSO, i think my mum read some of my smutfic by accident.
I wasn't aware my laptop was hooked up to the printers on our home network, but apparently since it's been fixed, it is, and a few days ago i must have hit the print button by accident instead of the save button, because when they put paper in the printer, it started speeling off a small amount of the next chapter of The Cure.
Mum told me this and said she only read the first sentance.
Unfortunately, this is the first stanza:
Bumblebee wished, as soon as he onlined, that he had not done so. The first sensation he registered was pain. It was fairly nondescript… an overall ache with hot spots of particular unpleasantness near his shoulder, in his CPU, and… his pelvic region, for some reason.
...Soooooo suggestive and I totally think she read further than she's admitting.
I don't know why she was acting so awkwardfaic tough, cause she's not hardcore anti smut and stuff thats for sre. I'd be fine with her reading the whole thing if it took her fancy, but yea, i think its a bit of a slap in the face for her. She knows i've been inclined to smut stuff up since i was very young, i don't think she really was aware of how it's continued on into almost every single fandom i've been in XD especially this one. It is a bit... out of left field for me in the first place, the fact i smut giant robots could take a little time to wrap her head around XD
for lulz, have a little bit more of a preview for the next upcoming chapter:
He really hoped it was because of some embarrassing stray shot, but from the feel of it, it would have had to of been a very precisely fired stray shot… and he would need to have been lying down with his legs wide open, so that sort of ruled that out.
Before he onlined his optics, he let his memory cache attempt to boot up. It was curiously sluggish…to the point where he began to suspect he must be in the med-bay. Of course, until it did online, he couldn’t know what had happened… he could well be stuck in enemy territory… although, that didn’t make much sense because he could feel, and his systems pinged back an affirmative, that there was coolant being fed into his frame from a medical port and the remnants of a sedative.
Decepticons didn’t tend to put their captives on comfortable berths either.
It was with this thought that things started to come back to him slowly…
uuuuuuuuuuuugh need drugs *scrounges for codrals*