why did i write this?

Mabel looked Stan in the eye and, after a slightly hurtful amount of booing, started to tell her own story. “I’m going to tell a not terrible story called…Trooth Ache!” Stan let out a tired sigh, already guessing what his grandniece would talk about. She and Dipper had been on his case ever since yesterday when they decided to use magical dentures to trick him into telling the truth about every dirty deed they asked about. He would be proud if they just stopped asking So. Many. Questions. About. His. Brother. Unfortunately, when his brother stepped out of the portal he was...strange. Cagey. Weird. If Ford was an animal, Stan might even say feral.

And with a final thrust of his hips, Dazai kissed Chuuya's cheeks. And praised him for his marvellous service and patted his head. "What an adorable lewd toy." Chuuya shivered and gulped weakly.His insides felt hot and good and he liked the warmth of Dazai's semenAnd he detested Dazai to a gross extent.He was ashamed and disgusted. Or,Dazai the malevolent beauty loving his darling doll.