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mariii1 · 8 months

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(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Who's Coming Towards You? (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

TUMBLR FINALLY ADDED READ MORE ON THE APPP anyway sorry for the delay I went to Portugal then got all my wisdom teeth removed AND im sick 😣🦷 Regardlesss im here and i might do a mini tarot game since I reached 400 FOLLOWRRS 😱but yeah we'll seeee, have fun wit this pac thoo 😜

1-If you're currently dating around or on dating sites, a fuckboy is coming towards you. They may not present as one, but they are. At first, you might think that this person knows what direction they're taking their life in or that they're just very driven in general. But this is just a facade that they put in order to lure girls in. They want a situationship and the don't want commitment. Even if you're not dating or looking to date, this is somebody who might try to ask you out, but it's kind of obvious that they only want kewchie. This could happen during your job, it could be a coworker or customer/client. They could try to hit on you and act like they're super deep or they genuinely want to know about you. There will be very wishy washy when it comes to their intentions, they don't like giving the straight answers.

2- Speed drive by Charli XCX. You might be in a Barbie/girlboss energy. What's coming towards you is some sort of opportunity. If you felt had you had a bunch of options you felt neutral about, youll have another one and I see you going straight for that. This one is really going to stand out to you and I see you when this opportunity is finally offered you're not gonna be hesitant any more and you're gonna be able to make up your mind. Specifically if you been waiting to hear back from somebody, you're going to hear back from them very soon, and it's going to help a lot.

3- So like the pile above clarity is coming towards you. This could be about a specific person, but I'm specifically getting a situation. There could have been some sort of drama in your life and you didn't know which side to take. There could have been a lot of stories and rumors involved. This could have been something really serious that affected you or somebody else financially. I'm getting that this has to do with somebody who's close to you or at least has some sort of influence on you directly or indirectly. You may have had to go to court, had to look up laws or contact a lawyer. But I'm seeing some sort of clarity not a final decision but just some sort of clarity. I think you might find the right lawyer for you if that's what you're supposed to specifically looking for. If not, I still feel like this heavily has to do with finances. Even if you are seeking out something romantically, maybe you want a sugar daddy, you're going to find someone who's going to help you in which you exchange some sort of money with them.

4- the number 4 could be important for you maybe you keep seeing it everywhere or you keep choosing pile 4 in pick a cards. Apply it to your situation but im predominantly gettting that someone you wanted or liked is coming toward you. I think you're still attracted to this person. For some, you could have felt dejected by this person even if they didn't outright reject you. You'll be surprised by how thoughtful they come across when they come towards you and I think they've been thinking about you for awhile. This is someone you've had a crush or attraction to for a minute. Your dreams of dating them will be reborn and may actually happen this time.

5 - HEY BIG SPENDEEEERRR the moment you walked in the joint, I could tell you were a man if distinction a real big spender.... Loveeee that scene from that movie (Sweet Charity). Okay so a few scenarios this could be somebody that presents like they have a lot of money or they could present like they're going to give you a lot of money even if they don't seem to have a lot. But I'm getting you're going to find out that they are broke very quickly and the only thing they have is dick to offer which doesn't pay bills. They probably fought for your attention and this may be somebody who glorifies struggle love. I'm getting they could actually be rich, but they're very stingy. And possibly after fighting for your attention they'll probably ghost you or just go to other people who aren't as naive. A lot of you could be sex workers and specifically getting strippers and this is just another man at the club trying to act like hes some sort of crypto mogul. If not, maybe you're on dating apps, and this is something that might happen.

6- Ooop so apparently this is my pile. I NEED A HERO I'M HOLDING ON FOR A HERO 'til the end of the night and he's gotta be strong, and he's gotta be fast and he's gotta be fresh from the fight..... Anyway this is someone who presents as a fuck boy but in reality, they're just a normal person. So I feel like this is a misconception you're going to have about them when they genuinely have good intentions. I think this person will sort come as some sort of hero in your life. This could come in the form of them giving you a financial opportunity. However, I feel like for most of you they're going to help you financially or be a co-worker that's really helpful. They could give you a really good idea for something financially. Even if you're in school, they could present some sort of job opportunity to you. I think they could also be good to you in general. But at the end of the day, you might actually end up sucking their dick fr like literally HAHAHA I don't think it will be a bad thing. Yeah, you might think that they're coming to ruin your life, but they're really not. Aka opposite of pile 5 🤭.

#pick a card #tarot #pick a pile #queer tarot #pac #tarot reading

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differenteagletragedy · 1 month

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The grand return of Our Life Swap AU! Takes place when Baxter and MC are like 16. They are, as always, the silliest.

"How are you feeling, Baxter?"

"Great. Good. Thank you so much."

You bit back a grin as you buckled your seatbelt. Baxter, your best friend, had just gotten his wisdom teeth removed, and he was high as a kite. It was an unusual set of circumstances -- usually his parents didn't want him to have anything to do with yours, but they'd planned to be away on business when his dentist had insisted on having the procedure done, so Ma made the time to take him to his appointment.

"I'm fantastic," he said, pulling you away from your thoughts -- almost literally, with his hand firmly petting your hair.

You looked over at him, sitting next to you in the backseat of your mothers' old car. He'd sort of fallen into the seat, his usually prim and proper posture exchanged for what could most accurately be described as "jelly bones." His head was leaned as far back as it could go against the headrest, and he was gazing at you with so much adoration that you could barely stand it.

You liked him, as so much more than a friend. You liked talking to him, you liked spending time with him, you liked looking at him. And even as you watched him lurch forward and try unsuccessfully to spit the gauze out of his mouth, you thought you might have fallen in love with him.

"No no, Baxter, you have to keep that in your mouth," Ma said, looking at him through the rearview mirror as she pulled out of her parking space.

"Don't like it," he said, making motions that weren't unlike a cat trying to cough up a hairball. "Tastes funny."

"A little help here, kid?" Ma asked.

You put a gentle hand on Baxter's shoulder to push him back against the seat, and when that didn't work, you put your hand on his head. He let out a silly giggle when you pushed him back that way instead, and when he was seated properly again, he turned and smiled at you.

"You're so pretty," he said, smiling wider so you could see the gauze tucked in his cheeks.

"Thank you," you replied, hoping that you weren't blushing but taking solace in the fact that he probably wouldn't remember it if you were.

"You're my best friend," he continued. "And you're really really pretty."

With what seemed to be great effort, he lifted his head and peered up at Ma. When she didn't acknowledge him, he flopped back again, then leaned just a little towards you.

"Can you keep a secret?" he asked in a whisper that was somehow louder than his normal talking voice. You nodded, and he leaned in a little closer, then whispered, "I like you."

Before you could answer, he chose to elaborate, saying, "I mean to say that I like you as more than a friend. I like you in a romantic way. In a way that makes me want to be your boyfriend."

He held up a finger and did what you imagined he thought was a "come here" gesture, but was really just a strange little shake -- you knew him well enough to know what he wanted though, so you leaned in, heart racing.

"I have a crush on you," he said with his mouth by your ear.

You'd dreamed of him saying those words for years. This wasn't exactly how you thought it might happen -- he was slurring his words a bit, and the gauze made them come out a little garbled. He gave you another sweet smile, and a thick line of drool dripped down from his chin onto his shirt.

You weren't sure what to say, so you didn't say anything. You noticed Ma glance at you in the mirror, then she began engaging Baxter in a spirited conversation about bananas.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

By that night, Baxter had come down from the post-surgery high. He was spending a few days at your house, sleeping in your old room so you and your moms could keep an eye on him.

He had been taking a nap, but when you opened the door to check on him, he gave you a wave.

"How are you doing?" you asked. You hadn't been able to get what he'd said out of your head, and you were having a hard time meeting his eyes.

"About as well as can be expected," he answered with a small smile that tugged on your heartstrings. At that bit of sweetness, you made the choice to fight through the awkwardness and ask him what was on your mind.

"Do you remember what you said?" you questioned. "In the car after the surgery?"

He groaned, saying "Don't remind me," and your stomach dropped.

Trying to laugh it off, you told him, "Yeah, it was pretty weird."

"'Weird' is such a nice way to put it," he said. "It was downright mortifying. I never would have said any of that had I been in my right mind."

And there it was. He didn't actually like you, enough that it was "mortifying" to him that he'd said he did. It hurt, and you felt tears welling up, but you tried to fight them.

"I'm honestly sorry you had to hear that," Baxter went on, not noticing the shift in your mood. "Can you imagine if I'd actually meant any of that?"

He gave a shiver, like the things he'd said were the worst things he could imagine. You almost gasped, it hurt so much.

"Hey," he finally said, his tone a bit softer. "What's wrong?"'

"Nothing," you answered quickly. "I just didn't know, I guess ... I don't know ..."

"What do you mean?" he asked. "You know good and well that I don't like bananas nearly as much as I expressed to your mother."

Bananas. He was talking about bananas, not you. It was such a goofy misunderstanding, you started laughing.

"That's all you remember?" you asked, moving besides him to straighten his hair.

"Why, did I say something else?"

You paused your movements for just a moment, then forced yourself to continue. You pushed the black strands away from his forehead before patting his head and giving him a grin.

"Nope. Nothing."

#our life beginnings and always #baxter ward #our life #our life baxter #baxter x mc #baxter x reader #olba baxter #baxter x you #baxter ward x reader #baxter ward x you #baxter ward x mc #our life swap au

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untitled5071 · 25 days

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Could you possibly do a piece where Creature refuses to burn her and they find an alternate way to escape?

So I don't have a forensics degree or any real knowledge about this kind of stuff, but I hope this is serviceable (and thanks to @ceasarslegion for the extensive knowledge). Enjoy!

(EDIT: My stupid ass forgot that wisdom teeth removal was a thing and Lisa would definitely be the kind to keep hers so I hope you don't mind a little post-publishing edit, but I've decided to change the method of DNA she left behind, otherwise I would be really mad at myself. I hope that's okay with you guys, enjoy the new version!)

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“I told you, I don't think there's any other way. They're going to find us soon, we don't have much time.”

Lisa wasn't even sure her new husband could hear her with how vehemently he was shaking his head, his still sweat-damp locks flapping around his face as he refused as passionately as he could. They were standing in her bedroom, where she had just finished telling him her plan of going out with a bang–or rather, a spark–by killing herself via the faulty tanning bed in the shed so she could escape the consequences of the three murders her and her creature had committed over the past few days.

Though she was mostly content in the plan, he was very much against it, as evidenced by the continued nonverbal refusal. She reached out to stop him by cupping his cheek in her hand, and he immediately softened with a quiet whimper, obviously still reeling over the fact that she was willing to touch him so freely and tenderly now.

She gazed into his eyes, and she had to fight the urge to cry when she once again realized just how deeply this strange corpse man cared about her.

“You don't want me to do it, do you?”

Her voice cracked around the question, and he shook his head again, gentle against her palm. To illustrate, he grabbed her hand and pulled it away from his face, squeezing it in both of his and kissing it before placing it over his slowly beating heart.

He still couldn't speak, but his meaning was still very clear.

No, I don't. Losing you would break me, there has to be another way. Don't make me go through this second life without you.

She sighed, a tear rolling down her cheek before she could try to hide it, but her husband (God, what was so strange to think about, she had a husband now, and one that she may very well have to give up soon) removed one of his hands from hers and used it to cup her cheek this time, wiping the tear away with his thumb, his eyes swimming with unshed tears of his own.

“Oh, I don't want to lose you, either. I only just got you, I don't want to let you go yet, but I don't know how else we're going to avoid this. They'll need to find a body or they'll never leave us alo-”

Her rambling cut off suddenly, her brow furrowing in thought.

“Wait…”

Her creature grunted questioningly, and she lifted her eyes to him, the gleam in them making him lean closer.

“I have an idea.”

Before he could inquire further, Lisa was tugging him along by his hand (as was their custom) and leading him to a closet in the hallway. She flung open the door to reveal an eclectic bunch of items that he didn't have names for, but Lisa was clearly gunning for something specific. She bent down and pulled away a cloth dust cover from a strangely lumpy object, which was revealed to be some sort of full-body mannequin, clearly meant to be used for tailoring or displays. Lisa hefted the plastic body up from under its armpits and hauled it towards her bedroom, all while her Creature looked on incredulously. She caught his eyes and huffed, continuing her mission.

“What? I got this from work; Wayne got it to display some of the new outfits on and decided it was too creepy to keep, so he let me have it to design dresses with. I had to keep it covered in the closet because it nearly gave Janet a heart attack l, so I had to put a cloth over it. I haven't used it for a while, but now…”

She had succeeded in bringing it into her room, and she propped it up against the end table at the base of her bed and leaned against it, smiling.

“Say hello to the soon-to-be-dead Lisa Swallows.”

Her husband tilted his head, confused for a moment before his eyes widened, understanding dawning on his mostly-human features. Lisa nodded along with him, voicing the plan she knew he understood.

“Yep. We're going to fake my death.”

The creature's eyes widened, and Lisa left the mannequin at the end of her bed while she ran to her closet, rifling through for some clothes as she explained the rest of her thought process.

“The way I see it, what we really need is time. If we dress this thing up to look at least a little bit like me, then we can put it in the tanning bed and let the faulty wiring do its thing, and while everyone is scrambling to take care of that, we'll take the next train out of here and get across as many state lines as we can before they realize the charred ‘body’ isn't me, if they ever do at all. We don't have to grab a corpse and the police will be all over Bachelor’s by now anyway, so this seems like the best option.”

She emerged with a black blouse and matching maxi skirt, which she made short work of dressing the mannequin in. Her husband helped as best he could, holding the plastic dummy down so Lisa could shimmy the clothing onto its unyielding body, and once she was done they took a simultaneous step back to examine their work. It obviously wasn't a perfect match, but it was serviceable for its intended purpose, they supposed.

Lisa placed her hands on her hips and took a deep breath, centering herself for a moment before she was taking her husband’s hand again, pulling them both towards the closet.

“C'mon, we've got to get changed. As comfortable as I am right now I don't want to flee the police in a nightgown.”

The creature hummed in agreement, and after Lisa had quickly selected a new outfit for herself, he had snuck away to her father's closet to find some alternative options for himself.

By the time he returned, dressed in another button down shirt, work pants and suspenders, Lisa had gotten changed into a pale pink blouse and a pair of black jeans, and was hurrying back and forth from the closet with different bundles of clothes in her arms as she filled a large backpack that was sitting next to the mannequin.

When she noticed him standing there and watching her with a raised eyebrow, she stopped just long enough to shrug.

“We're going to need a ‘go bag’, I don't know how long we'll be on the lam before we feel comfortable enough to stop at a thrift store.”

Her husband conceded with a nod, and the new bride occupied herself with adding a few toiletries, a large wad of cash from a nondescript envelope in her dresser, clearly sentimental accessories (such as two gold rings and a locket) and the picture of her mother before she walked over to her dresser to retrieve the last thing she needed; a small purple velvet pouch that clattered strangely when she placed it in her pocket.

In the time it took him to blink questioningly at her, she had handed him the mannequin and threw the backpack over her shoulders, taking his hand before leading them to the door. She took one last lingering look at her bedroom before she shut the door for the last time and led them both out to the shed.

Once inside, they stood facing the method of her ‘demise’; the tanning bed lay open for them like a gaping neon maw, and Lisa instructed her undead husband to lay the mannequin in it like a person, which he did. Once the false Lisa was secured, the real one reached into her pocket and pulled out the purple velvet pouch, and as her husband watched she untied the drawstrings and extracted the contents: four teeth, flecks of dried blood around the base of each.

Her husband made a slightly panicked inquiring sound, and she smiled knowingly up at him.

“I had to get my wisdom teeth removed a few years ago, the dentist said the little bastards would wreck the years of braces hell I endured in middle school, and I wasn't about to risk that. They let me keep them afterwards, and I was going to make them into earrings or something, but this seems more important. I'm going to need to leave some DNA behind if they're ever going to think it's me in there.”

The creature was given no opportunity to wonder what DNA was before Lisa was arranging the teeth around the approximate mouth of the mannequin, presumably so that they would be in approximately the correct place when the mannequin burned. All of this was completely baffling to her companion, but if it would help buy them time to escape then he was willing to go along with whatever she asked.

Once she was finished, she stepped back to examine her work. Once she was satisfied that she had left enough of herself behind, she closed the lid of the tanning bed and went to join her husband closer to the entrance of the shed, the two of them looking at the makeshift coffin with the “Kiss of Life” sticker. She took his hand, bringing it up to her lips and kissing it before she nodded to the contraption.

“Would you do the honors? Seems only fitting.”

He nodded, and he moved forward to the dial on the lid of the bed, Lisa calling from behind him.

“Make sure you set it to ‘Max Bronze'.”

Her husband nodded, doing as she asked before stepping back to join her a safe distance away from the now-sparking tanning bed.

As they watched, the sparks caught and turned into flames, ones that quickly started enveloping the shed around them. They slipped out as the sound of sirens started to approach in the distance, and Lisa had just enough time to bid one last silent goodbye to the life she knew before they were gone, fleeing hand-in-hand into the night together as newlyweds and onto a new life together.

#lisa frankenstein #lisa frankenstein fanfiction #lisa swallows x the creature #lisa swallows #the creature #lisa frankenstein 2024 #my writing #one shot request #lisa frankenstein au

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arvensimp · 1 year

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I was wondering if you could do one with the reader having their wisdom teeth removed and Arven is there to take care of them? Like while they undergo the surgery and while in a loopy state? I have to get mine done soon, so I’m kinda nervous about it.

Hi! I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get this one done. If you've already finished this procedure, I hope it went well and that recovery was smooth! If not, I wish you all the best! I got all of mine out back in high school, and I took care of my partner when they got theirs out around 2ish years ago, so I get the vibe.

Arven's happy to take a day off to take you to the oral surgeon and get you settled back in at home. He'd shrugged with a half smile when you'd asked if he minded.

"Nah," He pulled you in close and kissed the crown of your head. "It's not a problem."

So he takes you in and squeezes your hand reassuringly before you head back. "I'll be here the whole time." He tells you.

He waits in the lobby, messing around on his phone for the hour-ish or so it takes for them to get everything done, and when they let him know that you've woken up, he goes ahead and calls the cab back to your place, so you can be wheeled directly to the vehicle.

Once up in the air, you loll your head sleepily from side to side, trying to talk through cotton gauze.

Arven gently shushes you, trying not to laugh at your squovet cheeks and silly voice. "Stop. I know you have a lot to say right now, but you need to wait a bit, 'kay?"

You nod, and keep vocalizing without actually moving your mouth. Arven lets it slide and just nods along, humoring you, since there's no danger of you biting your tongue that way.

When he gets you home, he sets you up in a fluffy nest of pillows on the sofa, such that you can lay down and watch TV, which he sets to one of those baby sensory shows on YouTube. It displays gently bouncing spheals, jigglypuffs, togepi, and a bunch of other round pokemon going slowly across the screen while soft music like what plays in an old-school pokemon center jingles on a music box.

You're enraptured.

Arven pets your head for a bit then after helping you spit out your gauze and rinse, he leaves Mabosstiff to watch over you while he goes into the kitchen to meal prep.

He'd read your care sheet from the doctor thoroughly.

He makes soups and smoothies to last for the next several days, being sure to strain each thoroughly such that no seeds or bits remain that might upset your healing wounds.

By the time he heads back into the living room, you're passed out with a hand on a sleeping Mabosstiff.

He leaves a little note on the arm of the sofa letting you know that he's going to grab your prescriptions and will be right back, but it isn't needed because you're still sound asleep by the time he returns.

Arven ends up having to gently wake you up, so you can take your first round of post-op medication.

You grumble and whine but eventually rouse.

Arven has your food, drink (technically it's all drink), and pills ready for you on a sweet little tray. He's basically one step away from spoon feeding you himself. If you asked him, honestly, he probably would, especially since you look so sleepy and upset with your face all swollen like that.

But no, you groggily feed yourself, and Arven kisses your forehead, praising you for finishing everything. Truth be told, he probably didn't need to do that, but it makes a tingly sort of warmth stretch down to the tips of your toes.

From there, Arven cleans up and brings you to bed, again building you a comfortable nest of pillows and blankets on the mattress. He stays by your side until you fall back asleep, at which point, he goes back out to clean up the living room and kitchen for you.

#arven fanfic #arven x reader #trainer arven #arven pokemon #rival arven #arven

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leoniestarlee · 3 months

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Illyrian Assassin (19)

Pairing: Azriel x OC

Word Count: 1.2k

Warning: past trauma, slow burn

Cassian might have been cocky grins and vulgarity most of the time, but in the sparring ring in a rock-carved courtyard atop the House of Wind the next afternoon, he was a stone-cold killer.

I watched for the last hour as Cassian trained Feyre through the basic steps of hand-to-hand combat. Willa managed to fall asleep next to me on the chaise half an hour ago after finishing her training with the two of them.

After my small breakdown last night, I’d fallen asleep in Azriel’s arms, and he kindly put me into my bed. The rest of our little family took the girls with them to dinner, and I was grateful for that because I didn’t want either of the girls seeing me in that state.

“Get a drink,” Cassian said to Feyre. “Then we’re working on your core. No point in learning to punch if you can’t even hold your stance.”

Feyre frowned toward the sound of clashing blades in the opening sparring ring across from us.

Azriel, surprisingly, had returned from the mortal realm by lunch. I had intercepted him first, and he told me he’d found some sort of barrier around the queens’ palace and had needed to return to assess what might be done about it.

Assess—and brood, it seemed, since Azriel had barely managed a polite hello to Feyre before launching into sparring with Rhysand, his face grim and tight. They’d been at it now for an hour straight, their slender blades like flashes of quicksilver as they moved around and around.

At some point since I had last looked, despite the sunny winter day, Azriel removed his leather jacket and shirt. His tan, muscled arms were both covered in the same manner of tattoos that adorned my own arms, stomach, and back. The ink followed across his shoulders and over his sculpted pectoral muscles. Between his wings, a line of them ran down the column of his spine, right beneath where he typically strapped his blades.

“Rory, you’re drooling over Az,” Cassian mused, and I quickly looked away from Az as the blade clashing came to a halt before continuing.

“No I wasn’t, dickhead,” I said to Cass, sending him a glare as he snickered.

He followed Feyre’s stare to Rhys and said, “We get the tattoos when we’re initiated as Illyrian warriors—for luck and glory on the battlefield.”

Feyre blinked and I snickered, knowing she was checking out my bastard brother.

Cassian jerked his chin to his brother. “Rhys is out of shape and won’t admit it, but Azriel is too polite to beat him into the dirt.”

“I’ll happily do it,” I joked as Feyre and Cassian strode to where he had brought up a pitcher of water and three glasses.

“I’d like to see you try,” Rhys said through clenched teeth as I laughed.

“So,” Cassian said, gulping down the water. Behind them, Rhys and Azriel clashed, separated, and clashed again. “When are you going to talk about how you wrote a letter to Tamlin, telling him you’ve left for good?”

“Mother above,” I muttered, bringing Willa’s feet to my lap.

Feyre sniped, “How about when you talk about how you tease and taunt Mor to hide whatever it is you feel for her?”

My jaw dropped as the beat of crunching steps and clashing blades behind them stumbled—then resumed.

Cassian let out a startled, rough laugh. “Old news.”

“I have a feeling that’s what she probably says about you.”

“Okay,” I drawled, standing up and gently placing down Willa’s feet on the chaise behind me. “For your own sake, you’ll train with me now,” I told Feyre. “No more core exercises. Just fists.”

“Rhys told you?” Feyre quietly said to Cassian.

Cassian had the wisdom to look a bit nervous at the expression on her face. “He informed Azriel, who is…monitoring things and needs to know. Az told me.”

“The more you talk, the worse it gets,” I mumbled to Cass, walking past him and into the sparring ring.

“I assume it was while you were out drinking and dancing.” Feyre drained the last of her water and walked back into the ring where I was waiting.

“Hey,” Cassian said, catching her arm. His hazel eyes were more green than brown today. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hit a nerve. Az only told me because I told him I needed to know for my own forces; to know what to expect. None of us…we don’t think it’s a joke. What you did was a hard call. A really damn hard call. It was just my shitty way of trying to see if you needed to talk about it. I’m sorry,” he repeated, letting go.

Feyre nodded as she resumed her place in front of me. “All right.”

Cassian stood by my side as I shoved my hands into the sparring pads and held them up. “Thirty one-two punches; then forty; then fifty.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” Cassian said with a tentative smile.

Feyre positioned her legs at twelve and five and lifted her hands up toward her face as I nodded for her to begin.

“I’m fine,” Feyre said, stepping and jabbing with her left side.

Her fist slammed into my sparring pad, snatching back as fast as a snake’s bite as she struck with her right shoulder, and foot twisting.

“One,” I counted. Again, Feyre struck, one-two. “Two. And fine is good—fine is great.”

Again, again, again. One-two; one-two; one-two—

“Rory,” Cassian said softly but with a warning as Feyre started sobbing through clenched teeth.

“Don’t stop her. She needs this,” I said, not taking my eyes off Feyre as Cassian looked over to Rhys and Azriel with concern.

The sparring pads started to burn as flames sparked from Feyre’s hands and I bit down on my lip, taking on the sizzling pain. Cassian stepped forward to pull me away, but I shook my head, stopping him.

“Keep. Going,” I instructed her, squeezing my eyes shut for a moment, only to open them again as the clashing steel stopped.

And then Feyre’s fist connected with my bare skin. She had burned through them like paper, and it didn’t take long for her to notice and stop. The wrappings around her hands were now mere smudges of soot.

My upraised palms remained before Feyre—ready to take the blow, if she needed to make it. “I’m all right. It doesn’t hurt,” I lied quietly. Gently.

Feyre’s eyes held a broke piece of her as she breathed, “I killed them.”

Cassian’s lips tightened as he looked at Feyre. “We know.” Not condemnation, not praise. But grim understanding.

Feyre’s hands slackened as another shuddering sob worked its way through her. “It should have been me.”

I gently grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to look at me. “You did what you had to do for survival, Feyre.”

Darkness swept in and I stepped back as Rhys comforted Feyre. I stepped out of the ring, allowing Cassian to grab my hands and observe them for any wounds.

“Are you hurt?” Azriel asked, stopping in front of us with his eyes on my hands.

I shook my head, pulling my hands out of Cassian’s once he gave me approval. “Not a mark.”

“Come on.” Azriel grabbed my hand gently, pulling me toward sleeping Willa. “You haven’t eaten since last night and Willa needs to sleep in her bed.”

I smiled through the tight tugging feeling in my chest as he let go of my hand, carefully lifting Willa into her arms as she continued to sleep.

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@waytoomanyteenagefeels

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leezlelatch · 1 year

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Okay it's been forever since I've requested anything from anyone but damn, am I in pain right now. I just got my wisdom teeth removed five hours ago and my lip is still numb which is kinda freaking me out but whatever. This is fine.

How do you think Copia would react?

Tooth pain can be some of the worst pain of your life, and I can only imagine what you’re going through! I’m sorry, friend! I hope you find relief soon.

Copia Reacting to an S/O Who Has Oral Surgery -

🐀 - Oh, Copia is NO STRANGER to tooth pain.

🐀 - He’s had a couple fillings in his lifetime from all those sneaky snacks. Doesn’t stop him though.

🐀 - First off, he’d be worried about the procedure and be totally put off that the oral surgeon won’t let him in the room with you. He just wants to hold your hand and tell you he’s there. That everything will be okay.

🐀 - He’s bought every kind of pain relief under the sun, loads of Orajel. He keeps a tube in his pocket and carries around a bottle of paracetamols in case you need pain relief at any time.

🐀 - The man would be so tender when you come out of the procedure. He’s gentle and whispers sweet Italian nothings into your ear as he takes you out to the car, an arm wrapped securely around you, hand cradling one of yours. Don’t worry, he took care of everything and paid any expenses.

🐀 - You’re woozy and silly and he’s caught between wanting to snuggle you into his arms because you’re so adorable and his heart is about to jump out of chest, or laugh himself hoarse.

🐀 - You proceed to inform him of every sweet or wicked thought you have about him, following it up with, “Don’t tell Copia.” He promises never to say a word. He’s also blushing fire engine red - is it possible to explode from such incredible love?

🐀 - Getting you home means a pillow blanket nest he’s created on his bed for you that fits two. He makes sure you have everything you need before pulling you in for the deepest, sweetest cuddles known to man. Every so often he’d brush a very gentle thumb across your cheek or delicately cradle your jaw as he whispers how brave you were today and to let him know if you need anything.

🐀 - When the pain starts, he’s quite distraught, internally. And there’s a brief moment of panic that makes his stomach flip because seeing you in any kind of discomfort is something he very quickly realizes he HATES. Nevertheless, your Copia is ready with all the medicines and love and care, and the man even tries to get you to bite down on a tea bag because “it’s supposed to help.”

🐀 - He’ll try to assuage any fears you have, and assure you that he will do whatever he has to to make sure you’re okay. And try to make you laugh with a funny story about his own dental experiences. Overall, it’s important to him that you know you’re safe, he has you, he’s not letting you go, and that he’ll guide your through any pain.

I hope you feel better! And I hope this provides some sort of comfort!

#the band ghost #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #ghost #ghost bc #copia #papa iv #ask me anything #leezlelatch #cardinal copia headcanons #cardinal copia x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader

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chiisaihiro · 1 year

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in which hiro gets his wisdom teeth removed:

and tadashi didn’t die

tadashi just records the whole thing for blackmail

hiro after anaesthesia is the funniest fucking thing ever

at first he’s just sobbing his eyes out, totally, totally confused

and tadashi, knowing his brother is literally fine, just rips the piss into him the whole time

he’s like “hiro, hiro, who do you love the most?”

and hiro, bawling hysterically, is just like “my-my big brother-” like, SOBBING

aunt cass is like omg tadashi lay off of him !! but tadashi’s just like absolutely not ma’am this is GOLD

hiro talks smack shit about robotics and starts going on tangents during his crying stage because he’s trying to convince himself he’s still a genius

and he’s barely coherent with all the gauze in his mouth so the fact that he’s struggling to talk makes him even more upset

tadashi just fires the dumbest questions at him to confuse him even more which leads to more crying and they just keep repeating the same cycle the entire time they’re in the hospital

he fully vlogs the whole thing, giving the phone to aunt cass when he needs to help hiro in/out of the car or just to transport him literally anywhere

hiro thanks all the nurses and doctors like a trillion times before he leaves even though he’s still sobbing

when they get him settled in the car he finally calms down and then just does a complete 180 and laughs the entire time

they stop for ice cream and tadashi runs into a gas station to grab a pack of gummy bears to throw on top which is basically pointless because hiro barely manages to eat them anyway

hiro drops a fun fact about every single thing they see and keeps returning to the same topic every once in a while and each time he brings it up again tadashi and aunt cass lose it

he goes on a big long ramble about mochi and how he’s such a great cat except he isn’t because he doesn’t really do his job and he keeps at it for so long

then he reverts back to the genius thing and he’s like “it’s so cool i’m this smart like i could’ve just been not this smart but i’m actually just so smart”

tadashi pisses himself each time and just keeps winding him up

when they get back to the cafe they settle hiro on the couch with blankets and tadashi lies beside him to keep him company

hiro naps then for the rest of the afternoon and wakes up in the evening still sort of groggy but most of it has worn off so he’s just like bruh

all in all 5/10 experience for hiro and a solid 12/10 for tadashi & aunt cass

#bh6 #hiro hamada #big hero 6 #tadashi hamada #hiro and tadashi #baymax #hiro hamada headcanons #aunt cass #hamada brothers

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ofallthingsnasty · 3 months

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may I ask…you to go on about crocodile’s dentist office?? omg, oral surgeon crocodile?!? wisdom tooth removal?! screaming

Haaaa, yes you may 😳 Thing is, I don't write him without the hook/prosthetic hand - and that is tricky in that field. I personally know someone who suffered an amputation injury (idk if that's the correct translation, in German it's Amputationsverletzung, so simple lol) of two distal phalanges of the left hand and he can't practice anymore. He works for a dental implant company instead - that's why I mentioned Crocodile as a sort-of businessman in the tags of that Doffy/Law dentist shitpost. But....

tags: crack treated seriously, suspend your disbelief bc we're turning baroque works into a fucking dental mill in this jdfksjsk, using the german system bc it's all i know (regarding specialist training etc)

He's a little... difficult. He may not be able to practice anymore but he didn't stomp this office out of the ground only to hand it to some greenhorn surgeon with a fresh-off-the-press certificate - after all, he still has the license. He still has that knowledge and experience - and he knows how valuable all of that is. No, he's smart about it: hires a capable team of dentists, oral and oms surgeons - and retains the status of 'boss', expands what he already has and pretty much doubles down on work, only this time around it's more behind the scenes. Oversees procedures, advises his employees, does a whole lot of paperwork (and tax evasion), keeps the place extremely well-running and profitable. His business strategy is to cover all dental fields with his operation, so people can have a one-stop shop for everything they could ever get done... orally. Robin is the newest addition to his little roundelay - she's an oral surgeon, yes, but she has just finished her training. She has learned an awful lot during those four years of postgraduate training, but she still lacks a lot of finesse that comes with age and experience. She's one Crocodile's top-earners and he hovers an awful lot - guiding her, monitoring her surgeries, trying to help her get better - and most importantly, faster. (If you were to ask Robin - it's almost stifling but she appreciates the effort) So when you come in, an uncomfortable case of denitio difficilis with one of your lower wisdom teeth terribly close to the inferior alveolar nerve, of course he'll hold his head right into your mouth next to Robin's. He's intimdating, that's for sure - you had expected the very clinical young woman with the prim hair and cool smile coming in on her own. But there he is, right next to her: taller than average, tired but observant eyes, dressed entirely in white scrubs, with a tilt of his head that just screams 'in charge'. One look at him and you just know he doesn't joke around. You can't glean if his presence means good or bad news - and you don't care, you're in too much pain. In the end, he does very little - him and Robin lord over you from up above, that clinical light shining around their heads like a halo while you sweat and cramp and shake on the chair, the bitter taste of anesthesia on your tongue and the cracking of your own bone in your ears. He mutters instructions to her while she performs a coronectomy on you, holds your tongue to the side with the surgical hook, tells you to 'open' and not much more. It isn't easy - the anesthesia doesn't work well due to the inflammation in the area and the pain mixed with your own anxiety has you crying fat tears while the two labor - but you somehow survive it. Robin delicately weaves her stitches into your flesh and crinkles her eyes at your perseverance, just a tad out of breath. Crocodile leaves the second she's tied her last knot, not even telling you goodbye - you pay him no mind, you're just glad you're finally done with this torture. All that's left is to get the time slot for a follow-up appointment. You shuffle back to the front desk, to the skittish man sitting behind a computer, and slur out your request, tongue still numb and jaw sore. He pulls up your digital file - and almost falls off his chair. You don't quite understand what the ruckus is all about until he tells you you're no longer Robin's patient, at least not when it comes to consultations, that you'll be seeing the boss himself next time around. (And a few days later you get to brave the presence of Crocodile all on your own while he takes a long and proper look at the state of your wound.)

#more like: emotionally constipated crocodile who thinks his patient is cute and doesn't know how else to approach you other than #forcing you into one-on-ones lol #/crocodile #/one piece

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bipolar-boygirl · 1 month

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Not to be a Salty American (though as the great Hannah Gatsby once said, making fun of Americans is still technically punching up,but that window is closing), but I've been thinking a lot about a specific video from a Nigerian creator I follow whose platform is about showing that africa as a whole isn't poor and a lot of the things the west sees as signifiers of poverty are culturally preferred methods and items. Her videos are very lighthearted and funny normally, but I saw one recently about how Africans (her words) don't pay for things with credit, and that we (Americans and I'm assuming the west in general) can't live without credit, our whole system is based on credit. And she's right, but it was treated as some sort of Gotcha moment, and not the horrifying mechanic of capitalism that it is

I was lying in bed this morning after having a nightmare that I lost a part of my arm and couldn't afford the surgery, the whole dream was me trying to find ways to make the surgery cheaper, to find loopholes in my insurance, stressing about missing work, and it ended with me sobbing because I finally had enough money for the surgery but it would wipe out every cent I had, and I would be left with nothing while recovering and unable to work. This was something my subconscious mind conjured because I'm dealing with a much less life threatening equivalent of needing to get my wisdom teeth removed and not being able to afford it (though the longer I go without it the more likely I am to get an infection and if that gets into my blood or my brain I'm fucked, I'm catastrophizing here, but it's a very real fear I'm dealing with).

My options for getting my wisdom teeth removed are: to continue to try to save up the money regularly, which is a very slow going process and at my current rate of saving I could break even on the surgery in about 4 months, but much like my dream it would take every dollar I have, so that's not actually true, is it? It would take me much longer to save up enough to not go broke, so realistically at my current rate I'm still probably over a year away.

Or: sign up for something like care credit, which is basically a loan specifically for medical costs. It's even interest free! Unless of course you're unable to pay back the full loan in the agreed upon time frame and then you owe a predatory interest rate on the entire amount they loaned you, regardless of how much you have left to pay off. If I had a better credit score, I might be able to put it at least partially on a credit card which would have an interest rate from the start but a lower one. But I don't have a credit card because I was forced into a position where I HAD to get a car with a car note and due to my non-existent credit score at the time I had to settle with a 20-something % interest rate and now have a $450 car note a month for like 6 years. Most starter credit cards require a cash deposit and between all my bills (aside from rent, my car note is the most expensive which is why I brought it up) and trying to save up the old fashioned way I just really don't have the money to spare to get a credit card. I could probably get one without a cash deposit, but then we run into the issue of the predatory interest rates again

Or: I could set up a gofundme, which is a whole other can of worms and with everything else happening in the world, with all of the fleeing families, and the abuse victims, and people with actual life threatening medical needs on there, my silly little wisdom teeth don't seem all that important.

So yeah, Americans can't live without credit, but it's not something we chose. It's just another tool capitalism uses to drain every last penny they can from people after inventing credit scores (didn't exist til the 80's) and making everything so fucking expensive you can't even afford it with insurance (yeah that amount I'm saving towards? That's my cost WITH insurance), so you have no choice BUT to pay for things on credit

I know it's fun to make fun of Americans guys, I used to do it all the time myself. But, just, we aren't doing so hot.

#it speaks #just really needed to get that off my chest ig

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library-of-ohara · 2 years

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@whatstheoccasion asked: hii, if anyone is interested can I please request some law fluff after his s/o got her wisdom teeth removed? maybe it'll be a while until the sub emerges but her pain is too much so he has no choice but to do the surgery himself lol. also gn reader is fine too. thank u for considering, and keep having fun with the event! 💌

➪ a/n: oh such a cute idea!! I had lots of fun writing this and I hope you like it <33 it's not super fluffy but I still thought it was sweet! also please be aware I have no idea about medical stuff so if I messed anything up I'm sorry! - maxx (@sugxrslushy)

➪ details: SFW//Law x gn!reader//w.c: 0.7k//warnings: mentions of blood & surgery

The ache in your jaw was becoming more noticeable, seeming to set in faster than anything would clear in your vision. Blinking blearily at the bright light hanging above you, you tried gathering your bearings to figure out where you were. You were no stranger to the bright light of the medical room, nor the cold and empty atmosphere.

As your senses grew sharper you could hear the muffled clink of Law sorting through his medical supplies, metal against metal as he set down his now clean tools. You groaned in pain, head rolling to the side as you made a poor attempt to call out to the doctor but the gauze in your mouth wasn’t making it an easy task.

But it worked, the doctor stopping his task at hand to turn and look at his now awake partner. Squinting to try to steady your swirling vision, you could hardly make out the slight upturn of his lips before he walked closer to you. “Look who’s awake.” He says and you shoot him a wide smile, mostly red gauze, and wave limply at him.

Pulling over a chair, he takes a seat beside the bed and tilts your head towards him to check over his work. He presses the slightest bit too hard against your jaw and you hiss in pain, chewing at the gauze in your mouth to suppress the pain. “Can you open your mouth for me? I need to switch it out and I don’t think all that blood tastes good.”

“M’ bleeding? What did choo do?” Your eyebrows knit together, stuck in a foggy confusion as you try to pick through your memories. Law scoffs lightly, good thing all the anesthetics worked perfectly.

He massages the side of your jaw, soothing the aching pain that you slowly were becoming more and more aware of. “Removed your wisdom teeth, you’re still coming off of being on anesthetics so I doubt you remember. But hopefully when the pain clears up from this you won’t ever have to deal with it again.” He kisses you on the cheek, hiding the bloody gauze in his hand as he removes it to keep you from being too alarmed. You relax into the cushiony bed, allowing him to work as he pleases.

Every accidental touch that leaves you reeling in pain is followed by a soft apology, another kiss left on your cheek as Law tenderly cares for you. He wasn’t one to be this gentle with patients, more times than not barely caring for them but you were plenty different than the average patient. Every little hiss or groan in pain from you worried the normally unfazed doctor.

“I think Bepo is trying to make you a milkshake, do you think you feel up for that?” Law appears in your vision again, his big fluffy hat blocking out the bright light. You blink up at him, it sounded good but your whole body felt a bit too heavy to even get up. You couldn’t even get a word out, only yawning and messing up the gauze he placed in your mouth. He doesn't seem to mind as he gently rubs your cheek. “Tired?”

You nod, eyes fluttering closed and you let yourself rest quietly. Law finishes up soon enough, pressing a final kiss to your cheek then going to wash his hands. The previous cold you were feeling seemed to sink in the second he turned tail as if he’d stolen a blanket from you. You raise your tired arms, trying to beckon him closer. “Come.”

“Does something feel wrong?”

“Come.”

“Are you in pain?”

“Come."

Rolling his eyes, Law rejoins you at your bedside. You bury your fingers in the sleeve of his shirt and try to tug him down onto the bed, what little strength you had left in you was doing you no good. Law seemed more confused at first before it sunk in. “I have things to do, I can get you another blanket-”

“I will schpit my gauze at choo.”

He raises an eyebrow, tempted to take you up on that but is won over faster than expected. He scoffs, climbing into the bed with you and tugging the too thin blanket over the both of you. You don't need it, feeling warm enough curling into Law’s embrace. The aching seems to dull, pressing your cheek against his chest and closing your eyes.

The sway of the submarine is barely noticeable at most times of the day, but the gentle rocking from waves blanketing the sub in their sea salt arms lulls the both of you into a peaceful sleep.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #ohara library #maxx writes #gender neutral reader #trafalgar law #law x reader #law x you

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idiasdiscordkitten · 2 years

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omg hi! welcome back!!! i was a bit sad to see your old content go, but i’m even more excited for your new writing 🥳 (also your masterlists. they’re so pretty)

i'm having my wisdom teeth removed next week and i'm pretty scared about the whole procedure + anesthesia. so as some sort of comfort i thought i'd request some headcanons about the twst boys being all groggy after their wisdom teeth removal and s/o taking care of them. like would they be all romantic and sweet? call somebody’s mother a bitch? (yes epel i am looking at you) shout their deepest darkest secrets for the whole campus to hear? endless possibilities. i hope you’re comfortable with this topic! also i couldn’t find a character limit anywhere, so i'll just ask for the first years (ace, deuce, jack, epel, sebek). thank you so much and welcome back again! 💕

aw it'll be okay! the most important part is the aftercare, so make sure you are paying attention to keeping your mouth clean!

i don't have a character limit, depending on the prompt! for something like this, i'm happy to write the first years. let's go!

s/o taking care of the first years after they get their wisdom teeth removed

Ace Trappola

❤️ probably requested that you film him when he’s loopy so he can laugh at himself later

❤️ when he’s loopy, ace keeps trying to talk to you and gets annoyed when you tell him not to. he’ll try to stick his fingers in his mouth to because he doesn’t believe you when you say there’s gauze in there

❤️ after you get home and he sleeps a little, all he does is complain when he gets up. he knows not to talk too much, so he mostly is texting you. he feels bad that you’re stuck looking after him and tries to tell you he’ll take care of things himself

❤️ ultimately, he’ll just want to watch movies with you for days on end until he’s all healed

Deuce Spade

❤️ extremely nervous about the whole thing--he’s less nervous about the surgery itself and more about the aftercare, because he doesn’t know what he’s doing and will definitely need your help

❤️ immediately after waking up from surgery, deuce will claim that “someone stole his tongue.” he’ll stick his tongue out, trying to prove that it’s gone

❤️ he spends most of his recovery sleeping. he gets back to moving around pretty quickly, since he wants to be in charge of his own recovery, but he listens to every word you say if you tell him to relax or that you’ll handle things for him

❤️ he promises to take you out “somewhere really fancy” as thanks for nursing him back to health once he’s able to eat real food again. you both know that’s probably not going to happen, just because of money, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t do everything he can to make sure it does

Jack Howl

💛 honestly did not anticipate having to get any teeth removed, since he’s a wolf beastman. he braces himself for the operation, though, and tries to learn what he can beforehand to prepare

💛 after he wakes up, he’s very uncharacteristically bubbly and extra talkative. you try to remind him that he should keep his mouth closed, but he doesn’t realize that something’s “wrong” and doesn’t listen

💛 he tries to act tough when the silliness wears off, claiming that the pain’s not that bad and he’s fine, but he just doesn’t want to be a bother to you. if you approach him with painkillers, he’ll take them, but he’ll never ask for them

💛 jack reminds you at every opportunity that he really appreciates your company and is happy that you’re there. he would have been embarrassed if anyone else was looking after him, but with you, he had the most comfortable recovery possible

Epel Felmier

💖 epel is honestly very irritated that he has to get this done, claiming that it’s just not something people really worry about back home

💖 he is exactly how you would expect when he’s waking up after surgery. he’s deep into his natural accent and has absolutely zero filter. he’s slurring his speech, swearing, making rude comments about those around him--you’d almost think he was drunk

💖 when that wears off, he does everything he can to act as strong as possible. he’ll go as far to say that he’s fully healed after just a week, which you both know is a massive lie

💖 in truth, he doesn’t really mind having you look after him. he likes your constant presence, and it has him thinking about what it’d be like if you two had kids. would you be as kind, gentle, and helpful with pain like this? gosh darn it, of course ya would

Sebek Zigvolt

💚 saw this coming, since his dad is a dentist. was disappointed that he’d need to have this done, though

💚 sebek is very quiet when he wakes up, uncharacteristically. some people wake up after the surgery and, instead of being funny when they’re loopy, they’re more on the sad side. you try to shush him, but he vents a little about not thinking he’s good enough to be a knight for malleus and that he just wants to make everyone proud

💚 he has no recollection of this after it all wears off, though. his aftercare is the best out of all the first years, thanks to his pre-existing knowledge of the procedure, so you actually don’t need to do very much

💚 he does, however, love that it was you who was with him while he was vulnerable (recovering) and not someone like malleus, who he would hate to look weak in front of

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playgroundfadings · 2 years

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This is an oddly specific one, but if you're still writing for Jason, can you do one where he takes care of reader after getting their wisdom teeth removed?

Of course I can! Kinda funny, since I have to visit the dentist today as well :’) RIP me. I hope you like this!

|| Jason taking care of his S/O after getting their wisdom teeth removed ||

Needless to say, you were in pain.

Your head was throbbing, your jaw ached, and your cheeks were so swollen, you almost didn’t recognize yourself.

And to be honest, so did Jason. You had barely put a foot inside, and he was already all over you, concern clouding his eyes. Had you not been in so much pain, you would have chuckled at his mother hen tendencies.

You settled on the couch, as it was the nearest place you could rest. Jason stood nearby, fidgeting with his hands, his eyes never leaving you. It was clear he was waiting for some sort of instruction, for a way to help you. The masked man had initially been against the surgery, not understanding why you needed to remove your teeth to begin with. Weren’t they supposed to be in your mouth? Why would you go through such torture?

It was ironic, in a way. Murdering people in cold blood was okay, yet the prospect of someone removing your teeth wasn’t.

You tried to tell him you were fine, that the swelling would leave eventually. But with cotton stuck in all four corners of your mouth, your words came out as a slurry of noises. It was also possible the drugs left in your system stopped you from making coherent sentences, too. You didn’t blame him for not understanding what you needed.

Jason left quietly, while grunts and sighs escaped you. Why did you agree to removing all four teeth at the same time? Yes, the dentist did pressure you a bit, and at the time you thought it made sense. Killing two birds in one stone, kind of deal. Now you regretted it.

Lost in your thoughts and self loathing, you yelped (or at least, a muffled version of a yelp), when you felt something cold press against your cheek.

Jason was back, with what you assumed to be ice wrapped in a towel from how cold it had been against you. A simple gesture to your cheeks makes you understand his intention.

For the swelling, you could imagine him say. You offered him your best ‘’thank you’’, though probably didn’t sound anything like it, from the way his shoulders trembled as if he was laughing; was he making fun of you?

‘’Chason’’ is what came out of your mouth, and this time you knew he was chuckling because his eyes, previously so afraid, now held some playfulness.

In the days following your recovery, Jason was by your side. He fed you to the best of his ability, cuddled you, and overall made sure you were comfortable. Though he liked you better healthy, and with all your teeth, he had to admit he would miss how silly you sounded when trying to speak.

#jason voorhees #request #my writing #slashers #jason vorhees x reader

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somewhat-very-insane · 2 months

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you selfish bitch

i feel like this part of my personality was publicly established a long time ago, so i’m surprised that you’re just now realizing it, more than anything else

x10 more under the cut

as opposed to … what, exactly ? drinking it ? because in that case, i think i would prefer to go down the drain

this is more just interesting, than anything else. points for creativity, though

this sort of thing is just cute, i don’t see any problem with it. you’re more than welcome to do so

again, are you just trying to be cute ? because this is quite the compliment, to me.

i am not from tennessee </3

it might be hard to get one now, because all my baby teeth were already surgically removed a couple years ago. if you don’t mind waiting until i get my wisdom teeth removed, i wouldn’t mind giving you one of those

tragically, i do not have those yet.

you did send quite a lot of asks though, you know? i’m typing as quickly as i can, dear

again, this was established quite a long time ago. besides, you’re the one giving me attention in the first place, you know ?

everyone already knows this; it’s nothing new or exciting for you to have figured out

#anon ask #//deity's wisdom #//god's words

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themaideninthewoods · 2 years

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Baby, Kiss It Better

I sort of made a bet with a friend of mine that if my last post reached 30 notes, I would've published something Top Gun related.

And it happened! i'm actually quite surprised...

So I wrote this, mainly 'cause I got my first wisdom teeth removed and here I am, suffering alone with no one home to listen to my whining. Of course I have to project what happens to me to other characters so here I am 😂

Not sure if they're 100% OC 'cause I still need to rewatch the movies a couple times to really get the characters but I hope I'll still make you smile!

« I'm 'bout to die. »

« Maverick, come on, please. »

« The blood loss is going to be so s'vere- »

« I'm begging you. »

« - that it won't give me any ch'nce to live through this. »

« Mav. »

« If I don't g't to see the n'xt day, know that I've l'ved you. »

« Oh, gimme a break! It's a damn wisdom tooth! »

Maverick grumbles under his breath, holding a pack of instant ice against his cheek and sighing dramatically.

« You h've no idea wh't I'm going through. »

Ice is trying to hold back a laugh and hides behind the cover of the book he's trying to read. He's actually read the same sentence 4 times 'cause of Maverick's incessant whining.

« You're such a drama queen. » he mutters, unable to keep himself from smiling fondly. Part of this is due to the fact that Maverick still has that cotton pad between his teeth and he's trying to talk without letting it fall from his mouth.

And about that...

« Do you want me to take that off? » he asks, stroking Maverick's calf absentmindedly.

His boyfriend's eyes open wide and he looks downright outraged.

« D'you w'nt me t' ble'd to f'cking death, Ice? No f'cking w'y! And d'n't l'ugh at me! » he quickly adds, since Ice is starting to struggle with his self composure.

« I'm sorry, » he says, hidden behind his book, 'cause if Maverick saw him laugh right now, he'd probably break up with him, « you're just adorable. »

« 'm not, » Maverick complains, pushing the ice bag even more, « is it n'rmal th't I c'n still t'ste bl'od? »

« They've taken a tooth out, love. I'd be worried if you couldn't. »

« R'mind me n't to do anything l'ke this ev'r 'gain. »

Oh, now he looks like a kicked puppy. Alright, enough with the pretence.

Ice puts his book on the table, it's not like he was actually reading that anyway, and turns to Maverick, still sulking between two cushions.

« I love you. » he says, plainly. Simply.

Just three words, nothing else, but Maverick's eyes light up like Christmas lights on a tree.

He looks at Ice dumbfounded, as if that was the last thing he'd expected to hear from him.

« Why're you saying th't? » he asks back, honestly shocked by such a honest display of fondness.

Ice smiles and leans over him, putting a hand over Maverick's, feeling the coldness of the ice pack.

« You know, generally, one should say something like "love you too", "you're the love of my life", "I'd let you fly my F-14..." »

« Like h'll I will. Keep your h'nds off my b'by. »

Ice laughs softly and brushes his nose against Maverick's, breathing in and, brushing his cheek with his thumb.

« Does this hurt? »

Maverick shooks his head and touches his cheek with his lips.

« Not really, but you c'n kiss it b'tter if you l'ke. » he grins.

Ice moves Maverick's hand from his own cheek and slowly kisses the skin there.

It's cold and weird, but Maverick's hand comes to rest on Ice's nape and pulls him down, sighing contentedly.

It's been a while since he's kissed Maverick on his cheek and, yes, he'd rather kiss his lips, but this isn't so bad. It's gentle and loving and not rushed at all. He knows where it'll end if they start to kiss properly and he's not sure this is the right moment.

« Better? »

« Hm-hm. »

All of a sudden, Ice starts laughing out loud and Maverick just raises an eyebrow, confused.

« Wh't? »

« Goose said it was going to take a crash to get you to stop flying. Turns out it was a tooth. »

Maverick grabs one of the cushions and slams it on Ice's head, almost throwing him off the couch.

« F'ck 'ff! » he almost yells, or at least tries to, with the pad still through his teeth. It's still not enough to get Ice to stop laughing.

« Swear to God, » he mumbles, wiping a tear from his eye, « I don't know how you managed to get a wisdom tooth in the first place. »

« Ice- »

« You're the unwisest person I know. »

« As s'on as I g't b'ck on my pl'ne, I'm g'nna make you pay. »

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