#(I feel I need to see a dentist before my mouth starts hurting one of these days

[heylinfanclub]

Late night brain: no point in living if (life struggle many people experience and survive fine with) is gonna be part of my life.

Time for eep time for eep.

[theworldoffostering]

You guys, I feel like I’m drowning. These past three weeks have felt unmanageable to me. Like, I don’t know how to keep going.

I’m walking alongside (trying the best I know how) the older girls as one navigates this break up and the other tries to transition to college. We got DD a car, but it still needs a few repairs. She was here all afternoon today working on it with DH.

I am waiting for the updated version of Ms. 6’s IEP to hit my inbox to send it off to the school. I am also working on her housing contract. Then I think I can step back for a few weeks. Still trying to figure out what’s going on with graduation. Her mom is back to letting her go to it and maybe allow her to stay for dinner, but it’s Memorial Day weekend and I don’t want to put a deposit down for a dinner somewhere only to have her not be allowed to attend at the last minute. I also don’t want to disappoint her. I’m unsure of how to proceed, so I’m just sort of frozen.

DS takes his civics test next week. You have to pass in order to graduate high school. He has prepared and seems like he will do well. He’s also pole vaulting and doing well at that for being a novice and having very little practice time due to the crummy weather we’ve been having.

Work is a lot right now. It’s to be expected due to the time of year. I can almost see the light at the end of the tunnel, but it’s a lot to slog through.

DH was verbally offered a job this week as a special education teacher. He is supposed to return to school to get his teaching certification in about a week, and is waiting for a letter of intent via email from the potential employer. It’s a lot. We are trying to manage the financial aid piece and we are up against a super tight deadline right now. His interview for the job was virtual, so he’s heading to the school next week to actually tour it and meet his potential coworkers. In the spirit of living in a small town, one of the women he used to live who was in live with him (for real)—the housing situation was work related—works at the school. She has legit not spoken to myself or DH since he and I got engaged so that seems like it will be super awkward (although she is also married now and has kids).

DH is finally seeing a decent therapist and between the therapist and neuropsych eval he had done during fall, it is apparent he is super depressed. Depressed is apparently his baseline and super depressed happens quite a bit. It is helpful to have it identified, but wow, it is a lot to live with. I am really struggling as his wife because he cannot do much and is not really emotionally available 90% of the time. He’s so inwardly focused, that he cannot focus on me, the kids, relationships, stuff that needs to be done, etc. I’m drowning and he cannot take on any of the workload. It sucks.

My endocrin had me take b12 supplements the last three months and my level actually decreased. I’m starting up with b12 injections next week. My TSH is also super, super low which means I’m hyperhyroid and should be losing weight, but I’m gaining which also sucks.

My endocrin is out of network for me which means my injections will be out of network. I have ZERO out of network benefits. The whole healthcare system is atrocious. I refuse to go back to the three endocrins I saw before I connected with my current one. They were all terrible, but in network. I need a super expensive full body scan but I for sure cannot pay for that out of pocket, so I’m waiting to see if my GP will prescribe it when I see him in June.

My crown also broke this week and when the dentist looked at it, I had worn a hole clear through the middle. He said it was due to grinding/stress. I wear a mouth guard religiously at night, so it’s happening during the day. :-/ Cue more medical bills. They glued my current one back on and can’t get me in to work on repair until June. I almost cried when trying to schedule with them because I just cannot even do all of this any more. (It also hurt wicked bad last time they fixed it so I’m somewhat terrified to return.)

That’s my list of complaints/brain dump. There’s more, but I need to wrap up some grading and get dinner going. I miss a life that was easier and less complicated.

[taestarii]

❣ admirer - seo moonjo

[seo moonjo x fem reader]

synopsis - moonjo knew less about his target than he thought he did

this is my first moonjo fic! it's really just a rough start to see if my audience likes this and if you do, please request! the people i write for are on my page and if you want someone that isn't there too, feel free to ask! request page here

warning! themes of stalking, swearing, and dentistry tools

"God fucking-" Y/n placed her hand over her cheek in pain.

"Is it that tooth again?" Jieun asked. "You really need to go see that dentist. He stays extra late for you, you know!"

You sighed. "I know, Ji. You know how I feel about tools and stuff, what if he uses a scapel?" You knew it was an over exaggeration, but you also knew they kept them in the office.

"Jesus, it's a toothache not a heart surgery. What a heartthrob of a dentist he is, too! He seems to like you, your living every middle-aged woman's dream." You scoffed. Jieun was being ridiculous, but you knew she was right. You needed to get your tooth checked, and he was undeniably a very attractive man. "Anyways, did you want to stop and get some drinks? There's a place around-"

"Y/n!" Moonjo's voice echoed the walkway, his steps nearing. "It's great to see you! I was hoping you would come into my office today." He seemed so collected for someone who just chased after you. "Ah, I was going to see you tomorrow, my tooth has started aching worse lately." Moonjo gave a bright smile, moonlight reflecting off his pale complexion. "I'm looking forward to seeing you, Y/n."

•

You stood outside of Moonjo's dentist office, debating whether or not to come in. Before you could turn and leave, the door opened and the receptionist walked out. "You must be Y/n! Please, come in." She opened the door and ushered you in.

"Mr. Seo told me he was expecting a beautiful lady, I just knew it was you." You gave her a smile and uttered a thank you as you went to look around. There were pictures up on a shelfshelf, one with an older lady and a bunch of little kids.

"That's me." A hand reached around and pointed at a little boy holding the older woman's hand. "That's Ms. Eom, she's a lovely lady." You snapped back to look at him, his finger his hovering over the picture. "You grew up with her? How nice that you stayed with her." Moonjo looked at you questioningly. "How did you know I live with her?" You hummed, turning away from him.

“I've been in your area before."

•

Moonjo was not a dumb man, far from it. As attracted as he was to you, your close relationship to Junghwa kept him on edge. You were layed out on the dentist chair while Moonjo applied his gloves. "Your tooth is damaged and it's gonna hurt, so I'll go get a mouth number." He gave you a smile before he walked into the back room.

Moonjo may be smart, but you're smarter.

As he was back there he contemplated if he was really about to do this to you. He couldn't lose you, but he couldn't compromise his "family." He looked at you through the cameras for a few more seconds before turning off the cameras and grabbing the anesthetic. "So, Y/-"

"Hello, Mr. Seo."

You were sitting on top of a counter with your legs crossed, his red box open next to you. Scalpel in hand, you glanced up at him.

"What were you going to with that needle, Mr. Seo? If I didn't know any better, that looks like a lot more than a mouth number."

Moonjo was at a loss for words. Y/n laughed at his expression, the expression that told her everything.

"Were you going to sedate me? Perhaps take me back to that god forsaken fourth-floor and subject me to the same fate as Hee-joong? As Seok-yoon?"

"How do you..?"

"I'm far less oblivious than you believe I am, Moonjo. Did you really believe I had a toothache? What about yesterday when me and Jieun happened to be close to your office? All these things that I have done to see you.

It appears you have an admirer."

part 2

[neptoons1998]

Thinking about you

A/N: So I was watching Ponyo, one of my favorite movies. Anyway thanks again @mal-urameshi for the idea

Summary: Riri woke and she forgot someone.

Tag Gang🤘🏿: @mal-urameshi @pantherheart @somethingcleaverandwhitty @xblackreader

When Riri woke up her mouth hurt, she was not sure why.

“Ow,” Riri whispered out the doctor gave a kind smile, “It’s good to see that you are awake, your highness. How are you feeling?”

Your Highness? Riri thought as the doctor lower her seat, “ Everything is floating. That’s funny.”

The doctor gave a laugh, “I’ll take that as a yes. I’ll let the queen come get you.”

The doctor walked out closing the door. A minute later the door open again, Shuri with her kind eyes looked at her beloved.

“Wow you're so hot,” Riri blurred out as Shuri took her hand to help her get out of the dentist’s chair and to stable her. Shuri gave a chuckle at her love’s straightforwardness in her affection for her, “Thank you.”

When Shuri looked up Riri’s face frowned following Riri’s eyes as they looked at Shuri’s ringed finger.

“Awww,” Riri said as she tried to stumble away from Shuri. Causing the taller woman to pull her closer. The pair began their walk home.

“What’s wrong?” Shuri asked pulling the woman back to their chambers. Riri continued to whine as tears fell from her eyes. Shuri wiped them away, the royal was getting concerned about Riri.

“Y-you’re married,” Riri said wetly as Shuri placed her on the bed, “Your husband must be really kind to you.”

Shuri frowned, “I don’t have a husband.”

Shuri started to fret when Riri cried even more. Why is it that all the good ones have a relationship? How can this beautiful woman be so cold? Riri thought as she tried to reach into her mouth. Shuri held her wrist.

“What’s the matter, my love?” Shuri ask again worrying if the drugs in her love’s body were too much for her.

“You can’t call me that,” Riri whined, “You’re married.”

“I’m failing to see the problem,” Shuri said, “Stop trying to go into your mouth. You just got your wisdom teeth pulled.”

Riri in her red eyes hiccuped. Maybe this beautiful woman wasn’t happily married? Riri would be fine being the side piece for a little while, “Are you happily married?”

“Yes, more than I have ever been,” Shuri confessed as she touched her cheek. Riri shook her head, “Ri, what’s the problem? Does your body hurt?”

“No,” Riri said, “Yes it’s my heart.”

“Your heart?” Shuri repeated knowing quickly grabbing the woman. They need to go to medbay now before her situation gets worse.

“Yes, you broke it!” Riri as she sniffed, “You’re happily married and you’re playing with my feelings!”

Oh, she’s fine, Shuri thought as she calmed down as placed a sweet kiss on Riri’s forehead.

“Good thing you’re so cute, my little wife,” Shuri said to her wife, “It’s never a dull moment with you.”

Riri could only groan back the drugs were making her sleepy but she fought through when she heard that statement, “Wait I’m married? With you? Do we kiss and like have sex?”

Shuri gave a flustered look at the questions her wife asked, “Yes on all three.”

Riri with her doe eyes looked at her love closely. As if she could swim in them, Shuri couldn’t help but stare right back, “ Do you-lik- love me?”

“I adore you, Rihanna Williams. My days don’t start until I see you. You helped me in ways I don’t think you and I understand. I’m so happy when you decided to be my wife, My love for you has no bounds,” Shuri confessed to her making the other woman well up with tears. Shuri wiped them away, and slowly the shorter woman started to fall asleep.

Shuri played with her beloved’s hair, “When you wake up. Hopefully, you’ll remember me.”

[thegothicchangeling]

Wisdom Teeth

A Tolya X Reader Fic

"Tolyaaaa," you whined through a mouth full of cotton as he half led half carried you to the car. "They took my teeth!"

He chuckled and opened the passenger door. "They did," he replied calmly. "Because your teeth were hurting you, remember?"

"But, but they didn't pay meee!" You began crying as your boyfriend buckled your seatbelt for you. Memories of staying up late to catch the tooth fairy were swirling around in your clouded mind.

"What do you mean?" Tolya fought not to laugh, but he couldn't hide his amusement.

"They were supposed to pay me!" You sobbed. Those stupid dentists had conned you!

"I don't think that's how it works, honey." Tolya patted your head and went around to the other side of the car to get in the driver's seat.

"They stole my teeeeeth!" You cried about it all the way home, despite Tolya holding your hand and doing his best not to laugh too much.

By the time he pulled into the driveway, you had mostly exhausted yourself. All you wanted was to be held.

When Tolya opened the car door for you, you tried to communicate telepathically that you wanted to be carried. That didn't work, so you made grabby hands. That worked. It always did.

"Aw," he cooed at you as he picked you up. "So cuddly." You did your best to burrow into him as he carried you

Tamar was in the kitchen, eating a sandwich while sitting on the counter. She had her own key to the place and would frequently let herself in like this.

She grinned when she saw you. "Hey, Y/N. How's the anesthesia treating you?"

You ignored her. There was a mirror in the hallway, and you wanted to see what the inside of your mouth looked likr. You wriggled out of Tolya's hold. "They're high off their ass," he informed his sister as he let you down.

You walked up to it and opened your mouth. You could now see the bloody gauze packed in there.

They were like little pillows. Maybe the dentists left the money under them, like the tooth fairy. That made sense.

You reached up to grab a piece, but Tolya caught your wrist before you could. "That needs to stay there, Y/N."

Your lower lip wobbled. "But..my money."

"What are they talking about?" Tamar asked.

"Y/N thinks the dentists owe them money," Tolya answered for you. To you, he said: "Come on honey, let's get you in bed. Tamar, get the ice cream for them.'

"They do owe me money!" You protested.

Tamar laughed, but Tolya just picked you up again and started walking to your bedroom. "If you want, I can heal the wound right now."

"First I want my money!" You demanded indignintly as he crossed the threshold to your room.

"I'll give you some money, okay?" Said Tolya. He deposited you on the bed, which took up almost half the room. It had to be big to allow him to stretch out fully at night.

You held out your hand. Tolya fished some change out of his pocket and put it in your palm. You looked at the coins.

"You bitch, my teeth are worth way more than that!" You cried as you threw them at him.

Tamar erupted into laughter as coins bounced off Tolya's chest.

"I'm a bitch?" He asked. "The sweet, caring boyfriend taking care of you is a bitch?" The corner of his mouth twitched upward, betraying how funny he thought this was.

"Yeah, Tolya!" Tamar backed you up. "Their teeth are worth way more than that!"

"I'll write you a check," the tall man said. "But right now I think you should eat something. Would some ice cream make you feel better?" You nodded.

As it turned out the only kind of frozen treats you had were grape popsicles. "Those are gross," you murmered, now feeling sleepy from all that had happened. "I want the orange ones."

"We don't have any," Tolya cooed as he patted your hair.

"I think you need to change the gauze," said Tamar, who for some reason was still there.

"Oh, right," Said Tolya. "I was gonna heal it, but I should probably soak up that blood first. Honey, open your mouth for me."

By now, you were more than a little tired. You wanted to go to sleep. You didn't care about taking care of your wounds.

When a yawn pried your mouth open, Tolya reached in and pulled out the blood soaked cotton in seconds. "Okay, now we can replace the gauze."

"My mouth is on it's period," you mumbled. Tolya burst put laughing.

"I'm on my period," said Tamar.

"Oh, you are?" Tolya turned to look at her. "Do you need anything?"

"Nah, I'm good. "

You leaned back against your pillow and closed your eyes. You let out another yawn. You were really tired. It had been a long day.

Tolya got out a new piece of gauze from the bag the dentist sent home, and started mopping up the blood in your mouth. "I'm gonna heal it now, okay?"

"Tolya, I don't think-"

Keeping your mouth open seemed like too much effort to invest in. You let your jaw fall shut around your boyfriend's fingers.

Tolya chuckled. "Y/N, I need you to keep your mouth open."

You yawned again and let your mouth shut once more. "Wanna go to sleep," you murmered. You were starting to feel rather pissed off.

"Come on-HEY!"

Tamar shrieked with laughter. "They really bit you! I knew it would happen eventually!"

"Oh, well I'm glad you think this is funny Tamar," said Tolya sourly.

"Want me to fix this for you? Because I can resolve this in seconds."

Then your head started to feel foggy and a sense of calm washed over you. You didn't object as Tamar opened your mouth and replaced the gauze. When she was done, the weird feeling left you.

"You slowed their heart?"

"It worked, didn't it?"

[returnsandreturns]

sorting through the prequel i started writing for the bdsm romcom novel

“You didn’t drop out of law school because Stephen broke up with you, did you?” Stef asks, hands on her hips, her always surprising but welcome maternal mode kicking in. He can always tell by the arch of her eyebrows, like she’s about to make him cocoa before threatening his bully. “Did he tell you that you should?”

“I dropped out this morning,” Andy says, breathing very carefully, “and I went to him first, which was dumb."

Laurel rests her head on his shoulder, slides an arm around his waist. She’s so good at knowing when to touch people, filling in gaps in moments, smiling just right.

“What did he say?” Stef asks, glaring at him.

“. . .he said he wasn’t surprised,” Andy says, sighing. It would have hurt worse coming from somebody who actually loves him—and if Stephen loves him, he’s doing it wrong most of the time.

There’s a deadly silence and he turns slowly to see Laurel, streaked with pale blues and pinks and wearing a t-shirt covered in badgers, with a look of absolute white hot fury on her face.

“Hey, historically I pick guys who practically hate me,” he says, letting out a laugh that only trembles a little. “I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“We can’t kill him,” Stef says, directed at Laurel, “but we can threaten him.”

“Or we could kill someone else,” Laurel says, “and then frame him for the crime.”

“. . .well, at that point we could just kill him,” Stef says.

Andy’s got his knees practically pulled up to his chest but he’s smiling, smiling wider when they look over and give him worried looks, like he’s about to fully lose the plot and maybe need to go to a hospital for a brief holding period.

“I love you guys,” he says.

Laurel smiles back, murmurs, “Sweetheart,” and basically crawls into his lap.

Stef looks squirrely before she says, “You’re okay, I guess,” and grabs her coat, heading for the door.

“Are you going to buy a weapon?” he asks.

“Just keep your mouth shut!” she calls back, door slamming behind her.

“You’re too cool to be a lawyer,” Laurel says, when he turns to look at her, face very close to his. “I’ve always said that.”

“You’ve never said that,” Andy says, laughing.

“That’s because I thought it was your dream,” Laurel says, “and I actively try not to crush your dreams, you beautiful butterfly. But this was a bad dream and you’re making a very smart decision and I’m definitely gonna frame that guy for some kind of crime. Or blackmail, maybe—does he have any horrible secrets?”

“None that he told me,” Andy says, feeling kind of sick when he thinks about it. “We never really had conversations, actually. He would just talk and then tell me I talked too much when I tried to talk about myself.”

“You guys have been a thing for a year,” Laurel says, softly. “Andy, has it been like this the whole time?”

“There was a honeymoon period,” Andy says, sinking down further into the couch. “There was wooing—I really like being wooed.”

“Who doesn’t like a good wooing?” she murmurs, patiently waiting for him to continue.

“It was my first relationship that lasted more than a couple of months,” Andy says, eventually, staring at the ceiling instead of her endlessly sympathetic face. “I looked past a few things that hurt a little and then I kept looking past things and then I just felt like shit all the time.”

“You know, one time Stef told me that I was being too happy,” Laurel says, biting her lip when she smiles, “and she immediately died, was reborn, apologized for six hours straight and then went down on me for the next six hours. People say shitty stuff sometimes but they apologize after if they’re humans and not—swoopy haired shiny teethed monsters.”

“His teeth were so shiny,” Andy groans, covering his face with his hands.

“One might say too shiny,” Laurel offers. “Like, we get it, you can afford a dentist."

[lauratheghost]

I'm gonna complain for a while right now 😂

If you don't care about stranger's problems, this is your warning to scroll.

Also if you don't like hearing about dental problems, you should also scroll.

But I'm having literally the most annoying year ever and I need to just vent to strangers on the internet for a minute.

The day before Christmas, I'm just eating a grilled cheese and one of my back molars just breaks out of nowhere. And of course it's a Friday evening and a holiday weekend so I can't call my dentist until Tuesday.

I go in like a week later my dentist is like "yeah I can't fix that. You need to have it pulled." So I'm like "okay that sucks, but whatever."

So I make the apt to have it pulled and it's for like a month later. So in the meantime I just have a broken tooth for a month.

And then it gets infected. So I go on antibiotics. Finally the apt comes and I walk there (after having an anxiety attack pretty much)

And when I get there I'm not even on their schedule. So I go back the next morning to get my tooth pulled.

(Backstory, my dentist is an asshole. He thinks he has "dry humor" but he's actually just rude as hell and so awful and mean.)

He takes photos of my tooth and pulls it up on the screen and then proceeds to call the dental assistants over to come and laugh at the photo with him. 🙃😞

So that was cool.

Then he starts to try to pull the tooth but I can still feel everything- like the novacaine isn't working.

So he gives me more novacaine and waits precisely one minute before trying again. I can still feel it.

The assistant is like "do you think it's because she's on antibiotics" and he's like "no no it should have worked by now. If you can still feel it you need to go to a surgeon and get anesthesia."

So I go home and after like thirty minutes I'm wayyyy more numb then I was at the office. So I think the numbing just took longer because of the antibiotics and he was just inpatient.

I call the surgeon and they say they can see me in September. (It's like January now)

I have a complete meltdown.

Then my sister basically forces me to get another opinion by a different dentist. So I make appointments at this second office. I go there like a week later. These people are so much nicer- the only downside it that its much further away from where I live.

They look at my tooth and I meet the dentist and he's like "it's a shame you didn't come here sooner I could have saved the tooth."

So now I'm even more pissed at my old dentist. And I'm never going back there again.

But anyways, they schedule me to get it pulled like two weeks later.

I go back and they pull it, and it takes less than a minute probably. It was insanely easy and fast. But when the dentist is done he's like "good news and bad news"

And then he tells me that the broken tooth is out, but in the process, the crown on the tooth next to it came off.

So I once again, have another broken tooth now.

They put a temporary crown on it in February but it still aches all the time and isn't comfortable.

And now, on the opposite side of my mouth, I have a cavity somewhere but I can't pinpoint what tooth it is. But I can't eat anything hot or cold now until it's fixed and I swear I'm so sick of my mouth hurting and eating room temp food. 😩

I have an appointment in five days to hopefully fix the cavity, but I'm scared they aren't gonna fix the right tooth. 😭😂

Anywayssssssss

I'm trying to be positive now but first I just wanted to complain. I need to get it outta my system.

This whole ordeal has left me like traumatized though. I'm so scared to eat any food that's remotely hard now. And just being in pain everyday for like five months has really been getting to me. I actually signed up for therapy again over this 😂

I'm probably being dramatic

But pleaseeee let this year get better soon omg. 🙏🤲✨🖤

[csa-survivor-confessions]

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I need to go to the dentist soon. I haven't been in about five years because I have extreme discomfort with things being in my mouth, but I'm experiencing pain and I know that I need to go. I'm a 24yo woman and I feel silly for feeling scared of the dentist, but I simply can't handle tools, let alone fingers, in my mouth. I brush my teeth everyday even though it makes me gag.

I don't know what to do when I go. I know the best bet would be to inform that I have trauma and struggle with anything in my mouth, but I don't know what the best next steps are. I could either white-knuckle through it (I'm honestly scared of biting a hygienist or the dentist) and have an ongoing panic attack in the chair, or I could ask for gas, which might relieve the panic but freaks me out because it makes me so vunerable.

I feel stupid and silly for this. I used to be able to handle medical situations, even the dentist, but now it's awful. When I had to get my first pap smear I had one of the worst panic attacks of my life and my teeth clattered I was shaking so bad. I feel embarrassed. I'd hate to waste their time by making an appointment and then being unable to even open my mouth.

I don't know what to do or what exactly I should say or to whom. I'm just so scared but I don't want my teeth to fall out or for me to become horribly sick.

hello,

Being afraid of the dentist is extremely stressful for plenty of adults. You're not alone in this fear.

telling them you're very scared is a good idea! If you don't want to you don't even have to say trauma is the reason you are scared.

One good thing would be to have them tell you everything they are doing while they do it. This can help with the current situation of blending so far with the traumatic memories.

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Practising some mental-based coping skills could help. This could be things like:

5-4-3-2-1 skill:

5 things you see

4 things you hear

3 three things you can touch/feel

2 things you smell

1 long deep breath

When you start to feel anxious or might be dissociating you go through these in that order and list them. This engages our senses, allows us to be aware of our surroundings, focous on the current situation. If you can talk safely then saying these out loud is best because the connection from our mind to our mouth can be disrupted by dissociation.

Listing:

Mentally listing facts about literally anything. I do characters from a favourite show of mine. Anything else can work if it keeps you're mind occupied and away from falling fully into flashbacks and/or panic.

Katniss Skill: 

Something we came up with based on a scene in the book Hunger Games: Mockingjay. This consists of reminding yourself of the facts you know and that we aren’t in the abuse. This can redirect our thoughts, combat the flashbacks need to pull us back. For us, we find it helps with depersonalization and identity issues. Combine this with breathing exercises for the best result.

An Example:

” My name is Sally, I am in London, I have a sister named Kelly, I am 19 years old, I am sitting in my living room, I have a cat.”

*You might not be able to say it but thinking it can work too.

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Practice as best self-care before you go, and have something nice to do afterwards.

Feeling as clean and healthy as you can going into a scary thing can be useful. It can be very helpful to have some time afterwards it's not silly to reward yourself for doing something hard.

Obviously, that is not practical for all people due to work/family obligations but even if it's extremely small things can help make it more manageable to get into.

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Sedation is an option and weighing the benefits and negatives is worth doing by writing it out. If you're worried about panicking to the point of possibly hurting yourself/the dentisit it could still be important.

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Planning out what you can do before and after beforehand and what coping skills you might use during will help you bring down some anxiety. But it is important to take a break from planning and breathe before you go.

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Overall it's going to suck, but hopefully having some of this to plan ahead can work.

Be Blessed,

-Admin 2

[voraciousvore]

The Half-Blood Giant (45/51)

***Contains mouthplay***

Chapter 45: Toothache

When Hunter awakened the next morning, the woman he ate had sobered up and was fighting for her life. Unfortunately for her, during the course of the night she had slipped into the next stage of Hunter’s digestive system. Hunter decided to let her live just a little bit longer as he enjoyed the feeling of her crawling around inside his intestines. He went to the cafeteria for a modest breakfast and attended his classes as if nothing were out of the ordinary. For some reason, he had a toothache, and the irritating pain put him in a sour mood. When the woman started making too much noise out of desperation, he got annoyed with her and released his magic to digest her, until she became nothing more than chyme in his bowels. 

For the whole day, Hunter’s molar throbbed and ached. He poked and picked at it with his tongue and nail, but couldn’t dislodge whatever was causing him discomfort. After school, he decided to find a dentist. He’d never been to a dentist before, but he’d read about them in books. He was sure a visit would bring him some relief. Fortunately, there was a clinic close to the school that he remembered seeing yesterday on his way to the wall. He hoped that he didn’t need an appointment. 

He stepped into the reception room, looking lost. Was he supposed to just walk into the back rooms? Was that what was meant by a “walk-in?” Audrey, the receptionist, intervened and flashed him a warm smile. “Hi there, how can I help you?” 

“My tooth hurts,” Hunter grunted. He grimaced as he fingered his jaw. 

“Oh, I see… we have a full schedule today, but I’ll check and see if we can fit you in. Why don’t you have a seat, and I’ll be right back?” The cheerful giantess skipped to the back while Hunter lowered his bulk into a flimsy chair that creaked under his weight. He shifted to get comfortable as the armrests dug into his sides and winced as his gums throbbed around his molar. 

Audrey hurried over to Dr. Larson, the head of the clinic, who was busy extracting a rotten tooth from the mouth of a giantess. “Dr. Larson! We have a client who came in with tooth pain. Is there any way we could have him seen?” 

Dr. Larson sighed and shook his head. “No, everyone has a full schedule today. Although... Eren only works half-days now. Maybe you can convince her to stay longer?” 

Audrey’s smile dimmed with uncertainty. “Do you think… it would be okay for her?” 

“That would be up to her,” the dentist replied curtly, focusing on his work. 

Eren was in her own examination room, sanitizing her tools and preparing for the conclusion of her shift. She was having a good day today. All her clients had been nice, friendly giants and giantesses, regulars of hers that she felt safe around. She hadn’t experienced anything stressful to trigger a panic attack. It was her usual routine, with nothing out of the ordinary—just the way she liked it. She was feeling strong.  

Audrey poked her head in with an apologetic look. “Hey, Eren?” 

“What is it?” 

“I know you’re done for the day, but there’s a client with a toothache and everyone else is busy… Do you think you could help him?” 

Eren stiffened. “Is he one of our regulars?” 

“No, I’ve never seen him before. He looked very unhappy though, like he was in pain.” 

Eren swallowed nervously. She didn’t want to stay, but she hated to think a giant would be turned away who was in genuine pain, just because she was weak. She knew that the only way to overcome her fear was to face it head-on. She needed to be brave. She was prepared. She checked her wrist to make sure she was wearing her smartwatch—a compulsive habit of hers. Her compassion won out over her anxiety. She took a deep breath and started suiting up. “Alright. Send him in.” 

Audrey nodded and left, returning a moment later with Hunter. Eren turned around and nearly lost her nerve as she witnessed the biggest giant she had ever seen in her life prowl into the room. He was so tall he had to stoop to fit through the doorframe. He made the full-grown giantess standing next to him look like a child. He glanced around the room blankly for a moment before his nose twitched in recognition of a human scent. He trained his cold green eyes on Eren and she nearly blacked out with terror as those eyes, just like the green eyes in her nightmares, swallowed up the rest of the room. She dropped her scraper tool, panting hard, and took a step back as her knees grew weak. Her heart was beating so fast, she thought it might explode.  

“Eren, are you okay?” Audrey asked with concern, walking up to the table. She placed her hand gently around Eren in a protective gesture. Her touch snapped Eren out of her rising alarm. 

“Y-yeah, I’ll be fine,” Eren mumbled, straightening herself out as she placed her hands on Audrey’s finger for support. Hunter quirked a brow as he watched silently. Eren assured herself that her fear was irrational; green eyes didn’t automatically make a giant evil. She checked her wrist again. Her smartwatch was still there. Joey was just a phone call away. 

“Are you sure?” Audrey bent over so her gigantic face was closer to Eren’s level. “Do you want me to stay with you?” 

“No, no. I’ll be fine, really. I’ll—I’ll let you know if... if I can’t handle it...” 

“Okay.” Audrey was reluctant to leave, but she removed her hand and backed out of the room, giving Eren one last look before she left her alone with Hunter. Eren stood tall, but she was shaking like a leaf and kept her gaze focused on her feet.  

“G-go ahead and h-have a s-seat,” she stammered. Her attempt to sound confident and authoritative fell flat with her stutter, but Hunter obeyed with a thin smirk of amusement. The chair groaned under his mass as he sat down. He rested his head casually on his fist, stroking his chin slightly as he observed Eren articulate her platform up to his level. 

“M-mouthwash,” Eren mumbled, almost in a whisper, pointing while averting her gaze. She struggled not to tear up. Hunter didn’t understand why she was so afraid of him, but he enjoyed every second of it as he deferred to her direction and swished around some mouthwash. He spat the minty liquid into the cup and set it aside, leering wolfishly down at her before a twinge of pain in his tooth made him wince. 

“Where does it hurt?” Eren breathed, barely audible. She cringed as Hunter opened his gaping maw right in front of her and pointed at his lower left molar. 

“Right here. I think there might be something stuck in the gum,” Hunter explained. He set his chin on the chinrest and opened his mouth eagerly. He hadn’t expected the dental hygienist to be a human, but he wasn’t going to complain about having such an enticing little female go for a stroll in his mouth—especially one that smelled so good.  

Eren shuddered down to her bones as she felt a gust of hot breath on her face and stared into the huge, drooling maw. She noticed the inside of the mouth was dripping excessively, with big drops of slobber sliding down the cheeks and teeth and pooling on the tongue. She tried to convince herself such a phenomenon might be caused by tooth pain, not hunger. She did observe some redness around the gums where the giant indicated he was hurting. He probably wasn’t lying. Probably. 

She forced herself to move, her hands quivering as she strained against her panic. She had climbed into all sorts of different mouths hundreds of times at her job: Why would this mouth be any different? With shallow breaths, she slid her hand over the plush lip, then her legs, one at a time. Her shoes sank into the soft, moist flesh as she was bathed in humid warmth. She hauled herself over the fence of immense incisors next, onto the impatient tongue. 

Hunter was disappointed when the only thing that contacted his tongue was rubber shoe soles, rather than appetizing human flesh. Nevertheless, the movements of a small prey in his mouth as she walked around on his tongue made him salivate profusely. He so badly wanted to close his jaws around her, tear off the rubber with his teeth, and rub her all over the inside of his mouth. Then, that glorious swallow that would transport her to his internal pleasure center, in his belly... he couldn’t help flexing his throat muscles ravenously at the thought. He felt the tiny human freeze and realized he needed to get himself under control. At the very least, he wanted his tooth fixed first before he even considered eating her. 

Eren jerked away as a large wet drop of slobber slapped into her shoulder from the roof of the giant’s mouth. She needed to remain calm; everything was fine. She froze up as the looming gullet twitched with the throat walls, but that was normal—probably just gulping down excess moisture, right? Her whole body was jittery as she crouched down to examine his molar. In the narrow gap between the primitive white boulders of teeth, she noticed a large, oddly shaped object was jammed at an angle, and partially wedged into the gum. No wonder the giant was in so much pain. 

Eren pulled her hooked dental tool, reminiscent of a scythe, out of her belt and poked it between the giant molars. She carefully wrapped the hooked end around the mystery object and gave it a solid tug. A drop of blood emerged from the gum where the object was stabbing into it. Hunter gasped in pain, making Eren lose her balance as her feet slid across his slippery tongue and she slapped her knees into the squishy, waterlogged surface. “Sorry, but this might hurt a bit,” Eren shouted. Her squeaky voice echoed into his throat. 

Hunter grunted but didn’t protest. Eren carefully maneuvered the food debris out of the gum, trying not to harm the giant any further. After plenty of finessing, the bloody end came loose with a distinct popping sound. Eren tugged and grappled with it before she was able to pull the piece of food out from between the molars. Now that she had the whole chunk free, she could finally tell what it was, and her heart stopped.  

She was holding, in her gloved hand, the lower section of a human man’s leg. The skin and muscles were in the process of disintegrating off the bones, but the leg was clearly identifiable, with a shoe and sock still attached on the foot. A sharp chunk of bone that had been crunched by the teeth was sticking out at an odd angle and had impaled the gum at the base of the tooth, which was why Hunter was in so much pain and couldn’t get the human remains out of his teeth on his own. 

Eren couldn’t breathe as alarm bells screamed in her head. She was in danger; this giant was a man-eater, and she was entirely encompassed by his waiting mouth. She stumbled to her feet and scrambled to escape. Hunter, by pure instinct, snapped his teeth shut so she couldn’t climb out. Eren slashed at the delicate red flesh of his mouth with her dental tool and he opened his jaws with a yelp. Eren vaulted over his front teeth and bellowed, “HELP!” She tapped her smartwatch with her fingers sloppily to send Joey an emergency alert. 

Audrey heard Eren’s cries and rushed over to see what was the matter. Eren was in a raw panic as she clawed at the controls of her moving platform to get away as fast as possible. She was too high up to jump off and run on her own. Hunter spotted the man’s calf and foot that she was still carrying and realized the reason for her sudden panic. He couldn’t let her leave. He seized her in his enormous fist, wrenching the dental tool out of her grasp and casting it aside as she squealed for help. He stood up and was accosted by the giantess secretary. 

“What are you doing? Let her go!” Audrey demanded, grabbing at Hunter’s meaty fist and attempting to pry open his fingers. He smirked and shoved her aside with his superior bulk. She fell down yet bounced back quickly, desperately reaching for Eren, but Hunter held the tiny human high above his head and pushed her away again. Eren caterwauled with fear as Hunter laughed at her helplessness. 

Hunter bent down through the doorway and exited into the hallway and back into the reception area. Audrey tried again to save her coworker, but this time Hunter smacked her down hard, knocking off her glasses, and she wasn’t able to get up right away. Hunter left the building and hurried down the sidewalk, hoping nobody was following him. 

The little human was making too much of a racket; he needed to shut her up. He squeezed and threatened her but she only shrieked louder in response. With a scowl, he dangled her over his open mouth and dropped her inside. Her screams were muffled now, but he was again disappointed by the rubbery taste of her protective garments. He wanted to taste her. He started to chew at the edges of the outerwear, careful not to bite down on the tiny thrashing woman, until he was able to tear off the clothing with his teeth. He spat out the clothes like sunflower seed shells and sampled the woman’s flavor, rolling her around on his tongue. She was meaty, like a high-quality steak, and seasoned with salty tears. 

Eren’s call to Joey did not go unheeded. Fortunately, Joey and Ray were close by, and they sped over in their police cruiser, sirens blaring. As the car approached Hunter, the two cops recognized him immediately and figured out he must be the one threatening Eren. Joey slammed on the brakes and pulled up to him, jumping out of the car.  

“Release the human!” Joey yelled, pointing his gun. Ray ran to his side with a determined look, gun ready. Hunter’s mind raced for a way out, but he discerned in the moment that resisting the cops would lead to a worse result. He couldn’t deny it, since there was a witness at the clinic, and if he swallowed Eren they could force him to throw her back up. He reluctantly complied and spat her out into his palm. She vibrated in his hand as he held her out with his fingers splayed open. 

“EREN!” Joey shouted, surging forward. He briskly holstered his gun and rescued Eren from Hunter’s clutches, holding her protectively against his chest. She sobbed and buried herself in Joey’s shirt, trembling uncontrollably. He wrapped his hands snugly around her, murmuring soothing words. Despite everything that had transpired, Eren still had the presence of mind to hold on tightly to the severed leg. When Joey noticed it and recognized what it was, nausea rose in his throat. He removed the decaying limb from Eren so she wouldn’t have to look at such gruesome carnage. 

While Joey attended to his mini fiancée, Ray took Hunter into custody. “You’re under arrest,” Ray proclaimed, slapping cuffs on Hunter and hauling his oversized body into the backseat of the police car. Hunter’s demeanor unsettled Ray. Despite being arrested, and his superior size compared to the two officers, the giant teenager didn’t resist and seemed unconcerned—amused, even, as if the law couldn’t touch him. He was devoid of any regret or remorse for his actions. Ray slammed the door, locking him in, and tried to ignore the goosebumps prickling over his skin. 

Chapter 46

Chapter 1

[aamethyst000]

merry Christmas & happy new year! - Dec 29,22 3:02pm

Holy fck, I slept in late. I just woke up! how has your year been? bad? good? meh? mine was like a rollercoaster, one month, I feel gross, I don't want to move or even make myself something to eat. the other 3 months, I feel like I am walking on clouds. all in all, i am learning alot of myself. also, trying my best to unlearn and let go of old habits. letting go of my past, I am thankful that therapy helps and that I found a therapist who would actually help me. I admit, this year has been rough for me but so was last year, and the year before that. I would say it is starting to get easier but it is not. however, I am spiteful and chaotic, I will not stay down long. trying that sentence made me smile, not gonna lie

5:44pm - my tooth fckn HURT, I can't eat on the left side of my mouth.

9:22pm - I definitely need to make an appointment with the dentist. HOWEVER! I will be a busy cleaning up my room for a bit. then check on my mums laundry, after that we will have ice cream ^-^ and maybe hot chocolate.

10:01pm - almost done with my mums laundry, I am currently debating if I want to have an egg sandwich rn or just scrambled eggs. all while charging my phone, I think ill be buying myself a laptop before I buy the picture printer for my phone. I want to see how it feels to type my journal entry's on a laptop instead of my phone. I am getting tired of using my phone for everything, well, almost everything. yeah, I think that is what I am going to do. I'll be doing the rest of my planning in my personal journal.

speaking of, as far as I know. none of my family members here have read my journal. as far as I am aware of, at least. I'm still pretty upset that my mother read a page. I can't be too upset though, I used to do the same when she'd leave an open letter on the table or within her area. when I really think about it. I did a lot of snooping around. I need to bring that up with my therapist.

[solarsystementertainment]

Park Wonjae's Day Off

Quick background info. Wonjae and Wookjin were actually both held back a year or two and Test Mess takes place in like 2015. If math still doesn't add up, just pretend it does.

TW SLIGHT EMETO

Wonjae sighed as his alarm went off. He had gotten a call from his mom around lunch yesterday and he needed the day off today to deal with something. He couldn’t really ask for a day off on such short notice, and as a rookie idol, he wasn't really in a position to demand the day off. He might be able to get the day off if he were to just explain the situation, but he honestly wasn’t sure anyone would understand, so the third oldest decided to go the route of lying to everyone and pretend to be sick.

Around an hour after his mom had called him, he intentionally began messing up in dance practice. He would force a wince everytime the bass of the music got a little too loud and began to rub at his temples for added effect. Instead of joining the group for dinner, he went straight to his room and said he wasn’t really hungry.

While he did have his own bathroom, it shared a wall with one of the other bedrooms. It was still a bit early to actually be awake, but it was perfect for his plan. Wonjae went to his bathroom and apologized in his head to whoever he was about to wake up before he started coughing as hard as he could make himself cough.

As a kid Wonjae had learned rather quickly that he had a fairly sensitive gag reflex. From going to the dentist or having the doctor use a tongue depressor. Even holding something in his mouth too long would cause him to gag. At one point he even learned that if he opens his mouth wide enough, he can trigger his own gag reflex. Now he wasn’t planning on actually throwing up. He was just going to cough and make himself gag so it would seem like he’s dry heaving or even puking to whoever is on the other side of the wall. He knew that he shared a wall with the room that Daehyun, Jihoon, Youngbin, and Minseok were in, but he wasn’t sure who, if anyone, was actually sleeping next to the shared wall.

It wasn't even two minutes later that he heard a knock on the wall. "Hyung, are you okay?" Wonjae was pretty sure it was Minseok who asked, but he wasn’t fully certain. He made sure to cough again before responding.

“My stomach’s just a bit upset. I’ll be fine.” He then took a glass he had been filled with water earlier and poured it into the toilet while he coughed.

“I’m going to tell hyung you’re sick, so he can tell our manager that you're not going in for schedules today.” Minseok said. Wonjae didn’t feel it necessary to respond. He decided to throw a shirt on before grabbing a mask and leaving his room. While he didn’t actually throw up, his stomach was hurting a little from the slightly unnecessary display and the fact that he hadn’t actually had any dinner the previous night. Also, it would be better for him to act as he normally does when he has a stomach bug even though he hasn’t actually been stomach sick around his members yet.

He felt slightly guilty about seeing that he had woken up the four members while he was pretending to be sick, but he told himself that in this case the ends would justify the means, so he pushed the guilt to the back of his mind and told himself that he would apologize later. Youngbin was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone. Wonjae sat down next to Youngbin before placing his head on the younger’s shoulder and groaning.

“I don’t feel good.” He unintentionally startled Youngbin a bit, but the younger looked at him in sympathy while he ran a hand through his hair.

“Hyung, I’d be surprised if you didn’t not feel good right after throwing up.” The duo fell into silence and Daehyun emerged from the kitchen a few minutes later with a steaming bowl of soup. Wonjae sat up and slowly began to eat the soup. When he finished Daehyun brought the bowl back to the kitchen and Wonjae put his head back on Youngbin’s shoulder. He was actually tired enough that he found himself falling back asleep, eventually putting his arms around Youngbin and cuddling him.

Wonjae woke up around forty-five minutes later to hushed speaking coming from all sides. He blinked his eyes open and sat up. He then quickly realized what he’d done and rapidly switched positions, so that he wasn’t touching Youngbin at all. In the process he accidentally knocked over a bucket that had been placed at his feet.

“Wonnie, Minseok-ah told me you got sick this morning, so I went ahead and texted our manager to tell him that you’re not coming in today. I will say he’s not happy, and you will have to put in some extra hours when you're able to go back to work.” Jehyuk said, looking slightly concerned. Wonjae merely nodded in response, not really knowing what to say in response.

Wonjae continued to sit on the couch as the others bustled about the dorm getting ready to leave. He was on his phone, quietly texting with both his mom and Wookjin. Wookjin thought he was being ridiculous and he didn’t tell his mom what exactly he was doing, just that he had gotten the day off and he’d be home within an hour or so. After a little bit the others left, sending Wonjae some ‘get well’ wishes. As soon as the door to the apartment was shut, Wonjae went to his room to get dressed before texting his mom that he’d be home soon. He then grabbed his own car keys and left the apartment as well.

As Wonjae was driving to his mother’s house, he was beginning to feel guiltier and guiltier about playing hooky. He decided that he would try to go to the company building at some point after he finished the visit, which shouldn’t take more than ten minutes. Right before getting on the road after finishing with his mother, he sent a quick text to Jehyuk saying he was feeling much better and he might stop by the company later in the day. He then began the drive back home, feeling less guilty with a Hello Kitty backpack riding shotgun.

By the time he had arrived back at the dorm, Wonjae had yet to get a response from Jehyuk. He grabbed the backpack and slung it over his shoulder before opening up the backseat and helping a little girl get out of the car. “So I was thinking of putting your stuff in my room then we can make some pancakes. After I was thinking that we could go to the aquarium, eomma has told me how you’ve been wanting to go but she hasn’t had time. Then if there’s time I can show you where I work.” Wonjae winced a little as the girl screeched rather loudly in excitement at the day’s plans.

At the company building, the group was having their first water break of the day. Jehyuk was looking at his phone and frowning. “What’s up hyung?” Arthur asked.

“I got a text from Wonjae. It’s weird. He says he’s feeling a lot better and that he plans on coming in later.” Arthur frowned too and went over to the older to look at the text as well.

“You’re right, that really doesn’t sound like him. He refused to hang out with us over Christmas because of a cold. Although he was sleeping on Youngbin’s shoulder this morning. Maybe he just had an upset stomach and wasn’t really sick?” The fourth oldest suggested.

“I think I’ll just respond that he should probably stay home and rest, but if he really wants to come in, he can.” Jehyuk said as he typed out the message. The leader then sat down with the others for the remainder of their water break and filled them in on Wonjae’s condition.

Two hours later, it was time for the group to break for lunch. It had been decided that it was Taehoon’s turn to return to the dorm to feed their pets, and he agreed to check on Wonjae while he was there. All the members were hesitant in believing that Wonjae was better, but he is an adult, so even if he’s actually sick, there’s not much they’d be able to do to keep him from coming in.

Taehoon walked into the dorm and was immediately greeted by the two dogs. The three cats were scattered around the common area and he moved to the kitchen to get the animals' lunch ready. As he prepared the food, he noticed the kitchen sink full of dirty dishes that appeared to contain some kind of batter. “He must be feeling better if he made himself something substantial.” Taehoon thought out loud to himself. He put the bowls of food in their respective places before going to knock on Wonjae’s door.

“Hyung, I came home to feed the pets. I also wanted to see how you’re feeling.” There was no response. One part of Taehoon’s brain figured that Wonjae was probably sleeping, but another part of him wanted to be absolutely certain he wasn’t getting sick again. He knocked on the door a bit more forcefully before turning the knob. The room was empty and he could see that the bathroom was also most likely empty from where he was standing. He also took note of the Hello Kitty backpack and Barbies that were splayed out on the older’s bed. He wasn’t sure what to make of that, so he filed it away for later and decided to head back to the company.

There was still forty minutes left of lunch when Taehoon entered the room. He joined the circle on the floor and helped himself to some food. He ate a couple of bites before responding to the quizzical looks from the others.

“Hyung wasn’t there. My first guess is he might have gone to his apartment, but I’m not sure.” The others weren’t sure how to respond to Taehoon’s information that Wonjae wasn’t at the dorm. They were about to start discussing whether or not they should try texting him, when the door slammed open and a little girl bounded into the room.

“Oppa, they’re not practicing. They’re eating!” She hollered behind her as she skipped over to the couch and sat down. Needless to say, the eleven men in the room were very confused. Even more so when Wonjae walked in.

“Iseul, I told you to wait for me. You can’t just run into the practice room like that.” Wonjae sighed while smiling. He set his own bag down with the others before joining the circle. He waved the girl over to join him and she happily sat in his lap.

Wonjae seemed to instinctively start braiding the girl’s hair as he began to introduce the members. “Guys, this is Iseul. She’s my baby sister.” “OPPA, I’M NOT A BABY!” She essentially screamed in his ear. Wonjae grinned a little as he continued braiding her hair.

“You’re almost eight and I’m almost twenty-nine. Do you want to know how many of your diapers I changed?” He challenged. Iseul quieted down a bit, but quickly went back to being energetic. She was completely oblivious to the confused looks of the others as she began rambling about how excited she was to dance with her oppa.

Iseul eventually got bored of sitting on Wonjae’s lap, so she decided to go to the computer to pull up some of her favorite music. Wonjae sighed as he turned towards the others. “For starters, I’d like to apologize. I wasn’t actually sick this morning. It was all an act.” He bowed to the others for a moment before continuing his explanation.

Iseul’s on school break. Appa is on a business trip and eomma couldn’t get off work for the entirety of it. One of the neighbors was originally going to watch her, but something came up yesterday and they had to cancel. Eomma called yesterday to ask if I could watch her, and I said yes. I knew that I wasn’t going to get a day off on such short notice, so I faked sick.” Wonjae smiled as Iseul turned on the Frozen soundtrack and she came back over, tackling him to the floor.

“Wait hyung.” Jasper said. “Iseul is your sister?” Wonjae nodded. “But she’s like twenty years younger than you.” Wonjae nodded again. He opened his mouth to respond, but Iseul responded first.

“Guess who was the accident.” This caused Wonjae to quickly cover her mouth and whisper a scolding in her ear. Although he quickly started laughing. Iseul stood up and then began tugging on Wonjae’s arm to make him stand up as well. She then began instructing her brother how to dance to the disney music that was blasting through the room.

A short while later the dance instructor returned and looked a bit annoyed at the music that was playing. He then saw Wonjae dancing with the girl and smiled. He did turn off the music for a moment to introduce himself then turned the group’s most recent title track on and began walking her through a very simplified version of the choreography.

The entire group wound up having a lot of fun with the rest of dance practice. Iseul interrupted the instructor a couple of times to give her two cents on how she thought a movement should be. But all in all, it was a good time. The instructor even cut practice early because he wasn’t about to keep a young child past five. The instructor also made it clear that Iseul was welcome to join so long as they weren’t in the heavy throws of comeback prep.

Upon arriving back at the dorm, Iseul ran straight to Wonjae’s room and quickly returned with her arms full of her barbies. She began passing them out to the members that weren’t in the kitchen and she insisted they play with her. It didn’t take long for dinner to be made and the group happily ate as Iseul began talking about all the fish she had seen with Wonjae at the aquarium. After dinner, they all settled in the living room.

“Is Iseul going to be staying the night?” Jehyuk asked as he noticed it was getting kind of late. Wonjae shook his head. Before he could answer the doorbell rang. He got up and answered the door letting Wookjin in. “Iseul, Oppa Wook is here.” He called. Iseul excitedly ran to the entryway, her backpack haphazardly filled with her dolls. Wonjae and Wookjin exchanged a kiss before he left with Iseul.

Wonjae closed the door then joined the others in the living room. The others began bombarding him with questions that they hadn’t wanted to ask earlier, and he answered most of them. Obviously the manager found out that Wonjae had faked sick and he called Wonjae to tell him that if he needed time off for emergency babysitting in the future he just needed to ask. Wonjae was glad that he wasn’t in any trouble with his members or the company.

“So, will you need to watch Iseul tomorrow too?” Merlin asked. Wonjae shook his head.

“Wookjin is going to watch her tomorrow. He normally works nights, so he couldn’t watch her today because he needed to sleep. He has the next three days off so he has no problem watching her. Then it’s the weekend, so she’ll be back home with eomma. After that her school break is over, so she probably won’t need any babysitting for a while.” The others nodded in understanding before they all settled in for a quiet movie.

[seentherains]

Present Day.

My leg and foot shook in a nervous rhythm. I remember doing this when I was very young at the doctors or the dentist. I could almost hear my Mom telling me in a hushed tone to calm down, we would be in and out in no time but even when I knew there was going to be needles, pokes, and prods having my Mom sitting there rubbing my back soothed me every single time. As you get older your Mom can't be there when things get tough, when you need to get your head checked to see if you are going into a slow insane mental state. My Mom was clear across the states not having an idea her daughter was sitting in a therapist's doctors office. Finally breaking down, not for me but for my kid. I couldn't keep walking around like a zombie most days. I was so numb to things I would say the most honest, most hurtful things to people. I lost more friends because I didn't know how to keep a filter on my mouth and I needed to do something about my head before I hurt the ones I truly loved.

"Ms. Dalton? The Doctor will see your now."

Five Years Ago.

"Babe, you are over thinking this. It's just a damn academy dinner. Nothing to get worked up over." Jackson said as he straightened his tie in the dresser mirror.

"Very funny, Jack. All you have to do is get a suit, throw it on and maybe brush your hair....If you had any that is." I said as I stepped out in a white floor length dress with a slit on the side that nearly went all the way up to my hip. I knew it was going to drop my husbands jaw and that it did. My makeup was done nicely, my hair up except a few loose strands of hair blowing to give it that wispy look.

I stepped in front the mirror now on purpose so that I could feel his eyes all over my body. His hands slid along my hips and fingers I could feel grip tightly like I was going to slip right from his grasp. I closed my eyes as a free hand slid along my slender neck tucking the loose strands of hair away so her could press his warm lips to skin that wasn't hidden beneath my dress.

"You look beautiful, baby." When I closed my eyes I could feel his words still spoken in a husky tone. I could feel his breath against my skin. I would be taken back to this moment each time I stood in front of this mirror....or at least till I threw a candle at the glass and breaking it into a million pieces. When I opened my eyes I could hear Jackson call me "Baby" again and when I would open my eyes I could feel the sting of salty tears that had built up freed to now stream down my face. My body would tremble and it wasn't till I broke that mirror I didn't shed another tear but the memories still lingered and hurt when I would climb into bed.

I remember that night his hand never left my lower back. Such a small gesture but it was something that could make me feel so safe next to him although every touch, every brush of his hand could send my skin ablaze. I forgot what it was like to be touched like that. I forgot how it felt to feel loved and cared for but when someone leaves you, leaves your side, someone you truly loved....You can feel yourself start to forget how everything felt with them. The first thing to go was his touch. His voice still haunted me to this day and I felt like some days I was losing it because I could hear him call from down the hallway and the even scarier part was I would answer him till Grasie would ask me who I was talking to.

Eye closed once more. His fingers slid the white dress zipper down, lips placed where the dress once was. I wanted nothing more than to live in this memory right here but those damn tears wouldn't let me relive anything else. I would be cut off from my alarm or curling up into a ball and crying myself to sleep.

Present Day.

"So you still have dreams? You are making a fantasy world of you and your husband then?" The therapist asked tapping her pen lightly to her clipboard.

"When you say it like that, sounds crazy but yes." I say trying to not fidget with my sleeves. I could see in her eyes she was ready to sign me off to the looney bin with a shit load of pills to shove down my throat but I wasn't about to do any of that. I was here to seek relief not be lectured that I couldn't move on from Jack.

"Do you talk to him, Emilia?" She asked.

"No." I said like it was the most absurd question I have ever heard but it was the biggest lie. Was it a sin to lie to your therapist on the first visit because it felt wrong?

"That's good." She said taking her eyes off me to write something down in my chart.

"Tell me why you stopped working as an ER nurse?" She asked looking back up at me now almost like she was judging my career choices like a scolding parent.

"...oh, uhm...well see I wanted to be able to have more time for Grasie and my schedule wasn't going to allow me to do that unless I worked nights and finding a sitter to stay all night. You see the news and all the freaks in the world. I couldn't just leave her with random people." I swallowed hard.

"I see and family?"

"Well, Jack's and my parents families are all over the place and not anywhere near California....Jack's parents have no desire to see Grasie."

"And why is that?" The therapist asked cocking her head to the side interested in why grandparents hadn't wanted to see their one and only granddaughter.

"They just say it's just so hard with everything going on." I finally answered trying to not crack but my voice had hints of letting the tears well up.

"Emilia, none of this is your fault. I can see you painting this picture that you are the bad guy here. I know this is all hard without the help of your husband around but you know things with let up. Things will heal." She said and I so badly wanted to believe her.

"When?" I asked with a doubtful chuckle. "It has been three years and I don't feel like anything is getting better. I feel like the worst mother, like I was the worst wife at times...I was so young and stupid."

"You need to stop that mindset right there. Your life was good you said at the beginning. Memories hurt, yes but lets move forward and not go back to the past in our next session okay? Next session we are going to talk about motherhood and Grasie. I want to hear more about her." My therapist signed a little piece of paper and handed it to me. "I want you to get that filled. Mild sleeping pills because I know you aren't sleeping. Take those till our next session and come back and tell me how you feel. We need to get you some sleep before I can really diagnose you...Yes?"

Getting up from the dark green velvet couch I nodded and flicked the paper in her direction. I had to admit I did need to get more sleep just by the dark circles that I covered up with makeup in the morning so that no one could notice.

"Thanks,Doc. So, uh....next week then?" She nodded right back at me and told me that Darcy at the front desk would make our next appointment. Today I had come in unsure if I was even going to stick with going to this therapist but now I felt that same warm soothing feeling my Mom gave to me when I was child and I knew this had to fix me. This had to get me back on track somehow.

[animegirl2016]

Dewa Masaomi X reader

Hello! It's been a minute since I've written on here but I decided that this character needed some love. He is so underrated in K Project but I love him! Anyways, this story is based on my personal experience going to the dentist, enjoy!

You sat down next to your boyfriend at the bar, dinner being served. Tatara made rice, porkchops, and green beans; you were absolutely starving! You started eating some of the rice, it was delicious and cut a piece of meat. You took one bite, and immediately dropped your fork holding your cheek. The clansmen looked at you in concern, "What's wrong, (y/n)?" Dewa asked, "My tooth shifted when I took a bite, and now my mouth really hurts." "Your wisdom tooth?" Tatara said

you nodded, not wanting to cause more pain. "No problem, I'll take you to the dentist tomorrow." Dewa offered, "No thanks, I'm sure it'll pass, I'm fine!" All the boys fixed you with a stern look, including your boyfriend. See this all started almost two years ago, when you had a pain in your mouth, so you went to the dentist. The dentist said it was a bad tooth and needed to be pulled. Let's just say it was a very traumatic experience, and the tooth didn't come out that day.

You soon found out that it was a wisdom tooth, but because it didn't hurt anymore, you never told Dewa, until the other side of your mouth started hurting, and he practically had to drag you there for this dentist to tell you you had another wisdom tooth that needed to come out, and the jig was up.

Your loving but annoying boyfriend kept telling you to go, but you always found an excuse. Now it looks like you didn't have a choice, so you agreed. The next morning came around and Dewa showed up to your apartment, and as he expected, you were nowhere to be found. "(y/n), come on, I know you're scared, but if we don't go, it'll only be worse for you." He looked in all of the rooms leaving the kitchen last.

You thought of the brilliant idea to hide under the counter cabinet, it was big enough and he'd never find you ha! That is until karma's a bitch and you let out a sneeze. You freeze hearing footsteps getting closer to your hiding spot and nearly scream when Dewa opens the door. He grabs your wrist, pulling you out and over his shoulder.

Once in his car he shuts the door, trying to open it, you realize he put the child lock on so you couldn't escape. "Baby, look at me, I know you're not happy with me right now. But I promise you'll feel so much better, I love you, and I want you to get this taken care of. Besides they're sedating you so you'll be fine."

Arriving at the office, Dewa comes with you to the front desk to ensure you check in and to also show that he'll be the one driving you home afterwards. The receptionist looks at the paperwork before uttering the horrible words, "We ran out of the sedation pills, so you'll have to use novacain." You automatically tense up, you hate needles, and considering you had a low tolerance and a very sensitive mouth, yeah you were passing on that.

"Well would you look at the time, got to go!" You start to get to the door before your boyfriend grabs the back of your shirt. "She'll take it." You glared at him, feeling absolute betrayal towards him. The receptionist looks at you kindly, "Don't you worry sweetheart, he's a trained oral surgeon, he's been doing this for 20 years he'll have you out in ten minutes flat!" Sighing, you agree and wait for your doom.

An assistant calls your name, and Dewa gently pushes you to stand. She brings you into a room, and tells you the doctor will be with you shortly. The man comes in and is very patient with you, and reassuring you. he gives you the shots, and leaves to wait for them to work. By the time he comes in, the whole left side of your mouth is numb, including your tongue.

He places a mouthpiece to help keep your mouth open, and he was done in five minutes! You were in such disbelief he showed you your tooth. After giving you instruction on what and what not to do, he sent you on your way. Dewa was waiting for you and chuckled when you hugged him. "How do you feel, baby?" "Much better, but I want to go home and sleep, come cuddle with me?" "Absolutely, now let's go home."

Phew! Sorry it's so long, but a lot has happened to me on this journey. Sidenote, I waited almost TWO YEARS to have this tooth removed, that's how scared I was. My best friend/roommate brought me to my appointment, had to drag me from her car and had to practically stand by the door so I wouldn't bolt. Looking back on it now, I laugh at my behavior. I'm still recovering from the surgery this past week, but I figured I'd give you a laugh. I will update soon!

[nireidi]

I thought I had already had the worst ear infection of my life. I was wrong. This one is worse. I can’t close my mouth all the way cuz the swelling has displaced the cartilage disc in my jaw, the pain radiates all the way down my neck from my ear, it feels like I’m being stabbed, there’s a hard lump on the side of my neck just under my ear that I assume is my lymphnode that hurts like a bitch to touch, the pain has only gotten worse with the antibiotics, and I can’t even turn my head or move my face in anyway without pain.

I’ve had dozens of ear infections in my life, and dozens of flare ups of tmj issues. This is the worst by far. And the last doctor I saw told me “it doesn’t look that bad your fine. Go see a dentist for the jaw pain” as if I haven’t seen every specialist in the city for jaw pain, (the cartilage disc is deformed and often slips out and gets stuck, it’s extremely painful but I’ve never had it stuck out of place for this long before and this is unmanageable)

So I did actually go to the dentist, because my dentist is the best and I love her. She couldn’t relocate my jaw, so it’s still dislocated but I’m seeing a specialist tomorrow so she didn’t want to try too hard and make my pain worse, and she gave me some prescription pain killers- which is the only reason I’m not sobbing on the floor. I’m pretty loopy, and definitely still in pain, but it’s definitely more manageable until they start to wear off.

But I can’t be on them at all tomorrow cuz I’ll need to drive and I am high key terrified of how much pain I’m going to be in.

[vee-thebee]

while i’m over sharing about my teeth I just want to say that I really feel blessed and truly lucky that my dentist is just like…. not an asshole?

my sister is disabled and highly anxious and i am her primary caregiver so i go with her to appointments and such and even though they work in the same office at the same practice her dentist is just so,,,, bad. at being comforting.

dentists are one of the most nerve wracking places to be, yknow? like absolutely nobody wants to be there at any given moment. before i started building a rapport with my dentist i would have preferred going to a gynecologist to get a fucking pap smear.

but my dentist is like really fucking cool. The first time I went in for an appointment his technician was so comforting and gentle while also being relaxed and casual. she joked around with me and had me laughing in the chair. and then my dentist came in after my x-rays and cleaning and broke the news that my teeth were hurting so bad because of my wisdom teeth and the next words out of his mouth were “this is crazy, but stay with me.”

i knew i’d need fillings which i was terrified of because my sister’s dentist is a straight up bitch. my sister had a filling fall out and this woman held my sister down and blasted her raw exposed tooth and pulp with sand without any numbing at all. you think i’m exaggerating but i swear i am not. so when i was told i needed so many fillings i was petrified.

the first words out of my dentist’s mouth after letting me know i’d need fillings were:

“would you like nitrous?”

is that an option?

he gave me nitrous at all of my appointments. he let me listen to music. he even gave me a fidget out of the toy bin because he could see how nervous i was (bright pink koosh ball, i got to keep it because according to the techs i was very brave). he laughed and joked with me while working on me and checked with me every minute or so to make sure i was comfortable and wasn’t feeling any kind of pain. after my last appointment, he let me keep the mask. apparently they rarely use that size so they’d been reusing the same one over and over and told me to take it home with me in case i needed another filling done, they could keep using it.

then i didn’t see them for six months because i was all done. i had my six month cleaning a few days ago. i wasn’t dreading it when i walked through the door. i need fillings again, but my wonderful tech assured me that it wasn’t my fault—they were probably there the whole time, but my enamel hadn’t chipped off yet so they couldn’t see them. they’re teeny tiny anyway and the only reason that they’re hurting me as bad as they are is because of where they are on my teeth.

apparently my dentist wrote in my file that i always need nitrous for procedures.

a little kindness goes a long way when you’re a professional like that. because for some reason dentists make a person feel very vulnerable and scared, and when you’re kind to them as the source of their anxiety, you could cure a lifelong fear.

(pic of the emotional support koosh ball that still comforts me when i get nervous)

[wandering-writers-beware]

Darth Vader Anakin Skywalker goes to the dentist

A low hum sounded throughout the Death Star, buttons and call signals beeped and regimented footsteps thumped down the corridors. 

There he stood, Darth Vader, or known better in a past time as Anakin Skywalker. He stood watching his troops through the cargo bay window. Troops were loading the next cargo ships to go out to a nearby colony that had been sworn in. 

Suddenly a dull ache radiated from the right side of his jaw. He closed his eyes and tensed for a moment. He lifted his mask slightly and palpated that side, trying to find where it hurt the most. He sucked in a breath when he found the most painful spot, under a tooth. 

With a swish of his cape, he made his way quickly down the corridor towards the infirmary. “Sir” His staff saluted as they moved through the corridors and noticed his presence. 

“As you were” he promptly replied and continued on his way. 

The infirmary doors opened with a hiss. The bay was quiet, with only two other people and the doctor. “Sir” one of the staff offered as he noticed his superior walk in. The other man sleeping on the med bed. “As you were” Vader offered. 

“Sir? What can I help you with?” The doctor, a scrawny and hardened man, with his empirical uniform impeccable plus the apron he wore to protect it, stepped out of his office to greet him. 

Vader winced under his helmet as another wave of pain erupted before he could speak. “I need you, or someone to look at my face. I want this pain eradicated.” His temper rising by the second. 

“Right away Sir, please, this way.” The doctor directed him to a room further into the sick bay. The door opened with another hiss, and the doctor locked the door behind him and switched on a light, alerting others the room was in use. 

“Now Sir, if you could please rest on this chair, sitting all the way back and could you remove your helmet please.” The doctor turned around as he did this and prepared some tools relevant to exploring the mouth. 

The sharp decompression sound echoed within the room, and Vader placed his helmet on the table next to the chair. He surveyed the room around him, no longer tinted through the helmet, bright and clinical. Nothing on the walls, only the bearest of tools out of their drawers. Everything sterilised and ready for use at all times.

The doctor turned back around and asked “Okay Sir, what side is the pain on and what does it feel like? Sharp, or Dull?” 

“Dull but has waves of sharpness, I suspect-“ He winced, the pain stopped him from completing his sentence. 

“Well that is no good at all. Open your mouth when you can, I’ll have a look and we’ll get this sorted.” The doctor held a small torch and a mirror, ready to investigate. 

Vader opened his mouth wide and breathed as best he could through his nose. 

“Hmm I see you have one cavity on that back molar. Have you been suffering for long sir?” Vader shook his head slightly. “Well it may have only just broken through to the nerve. What I will do, with your permission of course, is clean up that decay, then fill it with some artificial filling, which shall save you a tedious amount of pain. Sound good?” He returned to his work bench and placed the tools down. 

“What ever you have to do doctor.” Vader agreed, just wanting the pain gone. 

“Okay Sir, I need you to hold still, I will need to numb the area. Just a moment.” The doctor opened a couple of drawers and gathered his tools, some syringes, and moved a little trolley next to the leader. 

“Open wide, this is an anaesthetic, you will feel a pinch for a moment and then it should kick in at about 1 minute. I’ll start cleaning and then give you a little break. Then the filling will happen.” Vader grumbled but nodded his consent. 

He opened his mouth wide, and the doctor approached him with his large needle. He injected the anaesthetic but Vader felt nothing. “Just a moment of waiting, then I’ll get to cleaning.” The doctor checked his drill, and set up a cup of salted water and a bowl. “Okay that should all be set now, Can you feel this?” The doctor tapped the side of Vaders face, then with a pick looking instrument tapped his tooth. “No” Vader gurgled. 

“Brilliant, you’ll feel a slight vibration, and some loud noises, but you’ll be fine.” Vader noticed his bedside manner was definitely kind and caring. He hasn’t heard words like that in a long time. 

The drilling started, and Vaders thoughts wandered to somewhere else. Thinking about his past home, and his masters. The next move the empire was plotting. Back to his past. 

The sound of tools being dropped onto the tray next to him woke him from his musings. 

“Well that is all cleared out. If you could swish this around for a moment.” The Doctor handed him the cup of salty water. He swished it around and spat in the provided bowl. A little bit of blood mixed in, and some flecks of what could be assumed was decay. 

“Brilliant, now I’m going to fill this in and you should have no more pain.” Vader laid back again and let his mind drift. 

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“Alright sir, that should do it. Don’t eat anything to hot for the next few hours, and I may suggest you return to your quarters as the anaesthetic needs time to wear off and you may not be able to talk properly.” 

Vader spoke up “I will do that but, I have some things to complete. I won’t be fully off duty.” The doctor hummed, “Well what ever you can do, be mindful though Sir.” 

Vader stood and thanked his doctor with a bow, well regarded and respected as the man who saved his life years ago. 

Now with a numb face, he felt his tooth with his tongue, pressing and testing. Satisfied at the lack of pain, he placed his helmet back on and strode out of sickbay. Beelining for his quarters. 

He reached them without much fuss and keyed in his code. The door opened with a hiss and he strode in. 

Chimes sounded from his workstation at unread messages. 

He sighed at the video transmissions he received and vowed to reply via message. He could not talk for the rest of the day. He made himself a coffee but with more than a splash of cold water so to not burn his numb face. 

He sat and started to work, not noticing that with every sip he took, some liquid dribbled out of his mouth and onto his chair. He would not notice for an hour. 

Fin.