#No one told me you can still get wisdom teeth after your done with your teens

[oblivious-troll]

Oh shit! I forgot I have to finish writing this chapter of 'Twisted Love' by tonight so I can have it edited and posted by tomorrow!

I like how I changed my posting to two weeks but still procrastinated so I'm rushing near the end 😅

[writingbyshiloh]

Third Time's the Charm

Request: Hii,if your request are still open can i request something for Gen V?Can you write something where Jordan and fem reader are childhood best friends and Jordan had always been in love with her but they feel insecure because they don’t know if reader will like them in both forms romantically?So when,in ep 3,Jordan dad goes like “Y/n and Jordan will be husband and wife” reader goes “Maybe we will be wife and wife”because she loves Jordan just like they are?

AN: Reader wants to be the first supe president (just to explain why they’re at the gala), I changed the timeline of the ep a tiny bit. I have another request about meeting Jordan's parents but that one might be more angsty.

CW: fem!reader, kissing, no beta, Jordan's parents are just their warning. The start is all flashbacks so I may have slipped on the tense a few times, no beta

WC: 2.0K

Jordan Li was your first kiss. Twice. The first time was in kindergarten, when they tried to kiss you and you smacked them with your Queen Mauve lunch box. Your second first kiss (the one you consider your actual first kiss) was done by you while playing truth or dare at 14. After picking a dare, you were asked to kiss the best-looking guy in the group. You shrugged and picked your best friend - Jordan. 

At age six, they were there when you broke your ankle trying to see if you could fly (you couldn’t). When you did get powers, they were the first person you told.

When Jordan came out to you as bigender, you did an internet deep-dive, trying to understand as much as possible.

Jordan listened to every interaction you had with your high school crush while quietly dying inside, wanting you to be happy. When your high school boyfriend cheated on you and then dumped you for the girl he cheated with, Jordan was there, ready to sink hours into their Xbox to keep you distracted.

The worst week of your life was when you didn't speak to Jordan for 9 whole days. You got into a petty argument where you called them self-absorbed and they called you clingy. The fight snowballed into yelling arguments and ended with you receiving a cold shoulder from Jordan. 

When Jordan got their wisdom teeth removed, you camped out in their room, snuggled under their duvet with them to watch Property Brothers for two days straight. You even made sure they took their painkillers on time and used ice packs.

Every fight with their parents, you were outside in your car ready to pick up Jordan to stay with you. Once you showed up at their house at 6:03 am, eyes blurry with sleep and still in pyjamas. Jordan was crying, bob haircut looked messy from sleep. You drove them to Vought-A-Burger, still half asleep and ate greasy breakfast sandwiches in your car until Jordan stopped crying. 

Jordan was even your date to prom, taking photos with you in their masculine form to get their parents off their back. Once their parents were happy, you snuck them back to yours, where you stashed their prom dress. 

You both even applied to God U together. Too nervous to check your acceptance, Jordan checked yours and you checked theirs. Sitting across from each other on your bed you both log in before giving the laptops to each other.

“Okay, three, two, one…” you counted down, opening Jordan’s laptop. Your eyes scanned for any promising words like congratulations, or welcome. "Accepted" was the first word your eyes caught but you need to fuck with them.

“Jord… I’m so sorry.” You start. Their face falls, and you feel like a dick for doing this. But the opportunity is too good to pass up. “That you believed me! Because you got in!”

They lunged across your bed to see what the screen says. You saw Jordan's eyes scan the same letter you just read, picking out the same words. 

“You’re such an asshole!” they told you, rolling their eyes, gently hitting your arm with the back of their hand

You’ve never been shy about showering Jordan with compliments. Saved in screenshots never to see the light of day, Jordan has kept some of them. 

You: OMG!!! Jordan you’re so pretty. I’m so lucky to call you my friend. 

You: You’re so handsome!!! I love your hair slicked back! If she doesn’t agree you need to drop her. 

You: ur a solid 9/10. Lost a point for not giving me a sip of your drink yesterday lol

Jordan Li has been in love with you since age 16. Probably earlier, if they want to admit that to themselves. You’ve only ever expressed interest in men so they kept their feelings to themselves, not wanting to make you uncomfortable, figuring it was better to have you as a friend only than not at all. 

In your first year, you were even roommates. While Jordan flourished in crim, you bounced between majors before settling into politics.

Every time you brought some frat guy to your shared dorm, Jordan died inside. Trying to get over their long-standing crush, Jordan did the same.

When Jordan made number 2 on the top five, you celebrate with them. Maybe a bit too hard that night.

You were there when their ranking dropped after the death of Brink. A man you only met twice, but you would do anything for Jordan. Especially given how hard you fell for both versions of them last year.

“I’m going to try to tag team with your dad, get some points for you and keep him engaged, yeah?” You ask over your shocker. Jordan is behind you, ready to help with zipper duty for your dress.

“You don’t have to.”

You let out a small scoff. “Dude. I’m doing poli supe. Schmoozing with rich people is like half our courses. Zip me up please.”

“How long have you known Jordan? You seem to be a good couple.” The man you and Jordan's dad suckered into a conversation asks. He's sitting beside Jordan's parents, while you and Jordan are on the edge of some fancy pit or table. 

“Well, these two have known each other pretty well over the years. Jordan tried to kiss her when they were kids, and she hit him with her Black Noir lunch box.”

“It was a Queen Mauve lunch box, actually.” You say with a laugh.

“And she called him ‘Jojo’ for probably the next two years out of spite.” Kayla laughs. It's a special embarrassment when your parents tell stories about your childhood. All the stories are about you but it's been so long ago you can’t remember any of it. Jordan looks worse off, slouchy posture against the banister, while you sit next to him. Part of you wants to tell him to sit up straight, but you figure you can play the grief angle better this way. 

“Oh, and remember when Jordan got his wisdom teeth out? You guys were inseparable. I think I still have the photo of you two passed out watching TV!” Kayla gushes, reaching for her phone to find the photo.

“We all thought you two would be president and First Gentleman.” Dad insists. Your smile is fake and tight, knowing if Paul pulls out prom photos, you would have to quietly fling yourself out of a window. 

Maybe you drank a bit too much liquid courage. Maybe the tension between them and their parents was getting to you. To give Jordan some space, you took their parents for a tour of your classes, knowing they’ll be talking to your family when they go back to Rochester.

Jordan shifting doesn’t even cause you to raise an eyebrow, the subtle sound just blurs into the background.

“Or president and First Lady.” You blurt out, four pairs of eyes darting towards you. “First supes in the Whitehouse? It would be political dynamite.”

“You like this version of Jordan?” Dad asks with bewilderment.

“Of course. I like Jordan because of how smart and driven they are. I like Jordan because of their weird sense of humour. It doesn’t matter what they look like.” you say, trying to prove it to their parents, but also to them. You’ve picked up on their crush many times, too kind to say something that would embarrass them or hurt them. It’s only recently how much you found yourself staring at fem Jordan and wanting to kiss her too. 

“I’m going to go and mingle some more.” says the man, Brad or Rob maybe. You forgot his name right after you met him. His words are like a bucket of cold water was dumped over you. You don’t confess your feelings to Jordan just to Jordan, but in front of their judgy parents, and a possible donner. You need to go. 

You stand and straighten out your dress. 

“I’m going to go too. Other donors to talk to. Go Jordan!" You finish with an awkward laugh and even more cringy go team! gesture by yourself. 

You didn't lie to Jordan and their parents. You did go and talk to other donors but it twists your stomach every time you bring up how amazing their grades are, or how skillful they are at fighting. After donor number three gives you an answer that technically was “we’ll see” but heavily implied to be "yes for Jordan” you went to hide in the bathroom. You have enough battery left on your V-phone to keep it going for most of the night. Tomorrow you can talk to Jordan and hope you don’t fuck it all up. 

You barely look up when the door opens, already have done too much for the day to care who it is. 

‘Hey, can we talk?” You snap to attention at the voice. Of course, you know that voice. It's Jordan, still feminine presenting. 

“Fuck, Jord, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have spring that on you. I promise I’ll just go back and try to get you some votes, you’re going through a lot.” You say, in a rush to get the words out, desperate not to fuck up you’re friendship. The rim of the sink is hard against your back but you can’t help but shrink into it. 

“Did you mean it?” They ask, still keeping a distance from you.

“Yeah, of course, I don’t want to ruin this friendship.”

“No, what you said in front of my parents.” 

Oh right. Your confession. Fuck. It's already out there, might as well keep it going. 

“I may, uh-” you curse yourself for leaving your drink outside the bathroom, wanting something in your hands to stall. “-have a crush. On you. My best friend.” You twist your hands together, wishing Jordan didn’t look so pretty. If your heart beats any faster you may go into cardiac arrest. 

It's Jordan that indicates your third first kiss. It's gentle, and fast, like the second one. She pulls back quickly, but you run your fingers through her hair and pull her closer. The intensity from the first first kiss is still there, only this time you both share it. Her hand smooths up to your face, thumb stroking your cheek in a silent invitation to open your mouth. You comply, and tilt your head into her palm. Her tongue sweeps into your mouth and you can taste the champagne they were drinking. 

The sound of the door opening makes you both jump.

“Stall?” You ask, voice low and hushed. You squirm out from where she has you between the sink and her. You push the door open to the nicest-looking stall, desperate to keep kissing Jordan. They follow your lead eagerly, one hand wrapped around your shoulder to keep you near. 

Dipping their head, they softly kiss your jaw before moving onto your neck. You silently thank the other two women arguing in the bathroom so that your gasp goes unnoticed. Giving Jordan's hair a small tug, you pull them back up to you. The shit-eating grin they flash you makes you want to almost get caught again. 

Your free hand moves to their waist, trying to get as close to them as physically possible. 

You pull back slightly, wanting so desperately to get lost in the moment, but the commotion in the other stall is distracting. Plus you’re nosey.

Jordan frowns when you pull away, eyes scanning your face for something they did wrong. You shake your head and tip it over to the stall.

“The fuck?” They mouth to you, hand still around your shoulder.

You gently push Jordan against the door to give yourself space to squat down. You see two pairs of feet in the stall across the wall. You hear the voices quiet down, before the sound of someone peeing. You frown slightly, weird fetish to do at a memorial gala but you hear rumours about students into more fucked up shit. 

“We should get outta here.” You whisper to Jordan. 

“Weird place for our third first kiss.” Jordan whispers back. You reach around them to unlock the stall door. Third first kiss. You replay the words in your head, a warm feeling blooming in your chest. 

You gently push them out of the stall, trying to keep your laughs quiet as you both scurry past the other couple in the stall. 

[anothermansjeans]

Spencer gets his wisdom teeth removed and he's all cute and silly after it's done because he's "high, and YouTube reader records it to show him later but the video ends up being so adorable she ends up posting (after getting Spencer's approval)

I LOVE THIS IDEA!! THANKS FOR SENDING IT IT!!

cw: spencer is on laughing gas, alludes to their sex life, SASSY SPENCER RETURNS!!

wc: 488

youtuber!reader masterlist

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“I love you.”

This was the fifth time Spencer’s said that in less than ten minutes, so you started to record on your phone to show him later. He was currently sitting in the chair at the dentist's, waiting for the I.V bag to finish its drip after he’s had his wisdom teeth removed. When the doctors told him he’d be pretty loopy, he was hesitant, but you reassured him you'd be there for him the entire time, calming his nerves.

“I love you too.”

His grin was lopsided as his eyes drooped, “I would say it even more, but this gauze in my mouth is incapacitating my normal ability to speak as much as I normally do.”

“Well, your mouth needs to heal, babe.”

He sighed, giving you a lazy nod, “that is very true. You need this mouth.”

You gasped and looked at the dental assistant still in the room with you forming her own blush. “Spencer!”

“It’s true… I love you.”

“I love you too… again.”

His eyes opened a bit wider and his stare was practically going towards your soul. “You know, for someone who calls me sassy… you sure are sassy yourself.”

Scoffing, you kept the camera on him, “coming from patient zero of the sassy man epidemic.”

“You know,” he tried to sit up more, but you quickly stopped him, reminding him of the I.V in his arm, “I’m not as sassy and I could be.”

“You saying that proves my point.”

“You're a hater,” he mumbled, but you definitely heard it.

You let out a loud laugh and shook your head, “oh my God, you're speaking in slang now! I have corrupted you!”

“You've corrupted me a long time ago, love.”

And again, you looked over at the dental assistant to see if she heard him… she definitely did. “Spencer, stop that.”

“You made a sex tips video inspired by me and you think I’m doing too much?”

You had no idea where he was hiding all of this when he was completely sober, but you were living right now. “You're right. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay… I love you.”

And again, you laughed, reveling in the moment with him while it lasted. Later, when he’s more aware of himself, you'll show him the video and get consent to post it, and maybe one day he’ll admit he’s as whipped and as sassy as you.

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BONUS: some comments

@ user: oh my… he loves you

@ user1: how come i can barely get my situationship to admit he LIKES me but you have a man who isn't even fully there and is so fucking in love 😭

@ user2: GIRL FEED US MORE PLEASE HE WAS ABOUT TO PROPOSE ON THAT CHAIRAHSHDHDJ

@ user3: i love how everyone agrees he is one sassy man but he still doesn't see it

@ user4: I WANT WHAT YOU HAVE

@ user5: alexa, play the prophecy by taylor swift…………

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[azzibuckets]

loopy in love part 2 [pazzi]

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

a/n: sorry for the long wait! i wasn’t gonna write a second part but @makethemhoesmad forced me to.. and let’s pretend that azzi miraculously healed before the end lmfao

word count: 1.4k

part 1 | masterlist

Azzi needed to forget.

She needed to forget how warm Paige’s hands were when they’d traced her hair. She needed to forget the feel of Paige’s lips against her cheek, grazing across her skin and coming so close yet so far from where she needed it the most. She needed to forget the way Paige held her through the night, the two of them pressed so close together she didn’t know where she ended or began.

And she really needed to forget how uninhibited she’d been with the nitrous oxide running through her veins, revealing the secret she’d spent years perfecting to keep away, locked in the corners of her mind. Paige had been gone when Azzi had woken up this morning, with no text or note. Azzi been relieved at first, not knowing what to say or do so soon after the fact. But she also couldn’t ignore the anxiety swirling in her stomach, worried that she’d ruin everything they’d built over the past few years.

So that’s how she found herself with a bottle of tequila in her hand, sprawled out on the couch at 1 PM. Her apartment was utterly dark, the curtains drawn to block out the sunlight. She knew this wasn’t a healthy way to cope, but frankly, she didn’t care. She wanted, needed to numb the ache in her heart at Paige’s absence, at how she’s embarrased herself last night and probably destroyed their friendship ever.

But the doorbell rang, and when the door revealed Paige, Azzi was stuck, unsure of what to say or do. Paige’s face was void of emotion, her expression tightly controlled in the same way it was when she talked to reporters, the press, strangers, anyone that wasn’t someone she was close to. Azzi’s heart thudded.

Paige stepped in, not waiting for an invitation. She set a drink on the counter, the cup wet with condensation. “I brought you a smoothie.”

Azzi’s hands gingerly rubbed her jaw that was still swollen. “Thanks.”

Paige nodded in acknowledgment. She didn’t say anything, but her foot nervously toeing the ground told Azzi everything she needed to know.

“This is awkward,” Azzi blurted out.

Paige winced. “Yeah, it is,” she admitted. She went to go sit on the couch, but she paused when she saw the bottle of alcohol sitting on the coffee table. She picked it up, staring at it in disbelief as Azzi looked away in embarrasment. “Is this yours?”

“No, that’s…” Azzi’s mind furiously searched for someone to blame it on. “Caroline’s. She left it here the other day.”

Paige’s eyes hardened. “I can see droplets on the table.”

Azzi swallowed.

“Are you kidding me, Azzi?” Paige threw the bottle on the couch and approached her with blazing eyes, her jaw tense. “Did you happen to forget that you had surgery yesterday?”

Azzi sighed, having had enough of the conversation. She went to the kitchen, rummaging around the cabinets for something soft to eat. “It was just my wisdom teeth,” she muttered. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Alcohol thins your blood, Azzi, you know that.”

“I really don’t need you to babysit me right now.”

“Then stop acting like a kid.” Paige marched past Azzi to the sink, bottle in hand. Before Azzi could stop her, she unscrewed the cap and poured the entire bottle of tequila down the drain.

“Paige, what the fuck?” When Paige only smirked at her, Azzi felt herself grow hot with anger at her audacity. “That cost fucking money.”

“Please,” Paige scoffed. “This shit is cheap as hell. And we both know money isn’t an issue with you.”

Azzi was done with this conversation. She was done with the way that Paige was able to get under her skin so easily and make her feel things that no one should feel for their best friend. Knowing she was only proving Paige right but still not caring enough, she headed to her room and slammed the door, feeling like she was 13 years old again.

But, of course, Paige followed her, opening the door and slipping inside. “Wanna tell me why you’re trying to get drunk at 1 in the afternoon?”

“Wanna tell me why you’re not at lift?”

“I’m not at lift because I wanted to make sure you were healing okay.” Paige’s voice rose an octave, but she forced herself to calm down once she saw the change in Azzi’s body language, how she was shifting away. “What happened, Az?” Her voice was soft now, and she took a seat next to the younger girl, letting their elbows knock together.

Azzi stared straight ahead, focusing on the loose thread in the carpet instead of daring to glance over at Paige. She could feel the alcohol buzzing loosely through her body, not enough to be intoxicated but enough to give her that little bit of boldness she wouldn’t have otherwise. “You don’t think I notice that you don’t tell me anything anymore?” The words cut like a knife in Paige’s chest, and she bit down hard on the inside of her cheek, trying to let Azzi continue before saying anything. Azzi brought her knees up, folding her arms around them, making herself as small as possible like she was trying to protect herself. “Lately we’ve been fighting all the time. I-,” she paused, inhaling deeply, “I wasn’t even gonna ask you to take me to the dentist. I was scared you’d say no.”

Azzi closed her eyes briefly. “You know how devastating it is? To realize that I’m in love with my best friend, that I have been for the last four years. But then you started to pull away, and now it feels like I’m losing you, and I don’t know what to do.” She finally worked up the courage to look at Paige, but as soon as she did, she regretted it almost instantly. Paige’s eyes were rimmed red, wet with tears, her bottom lip trembling.

“It was two months ago.” Paige recalled the moment she’d started distancing herself from Azzi. “The guy at the bar - he was flirting with you. Remember how I was in a terrible mood that night?”

Azzi chuckled. It had become an inside joke with the team, how Paige had been the one who came up with the idea to go to Ted’s to celebrate that win, but had ended up sulking in the corner of the room the entire night because she “didn’t feel well.” “I remember.”

“You were flirting with that girl from Virginia Tech.” Paige was the one to look away now. “I remember feeling so irrationally angry. And I couldn’t even be mad, because you looked gorgeous that night. With your black top that I love.” Paige laughed dryly, but there was no humor in her voice. “And I remember thinking, damn, if I were that girl and seen you on the court playing like that, I would’ve flirted with you too. And I think that’s when I realized. That to me, you were more than just my best friend.”

Paige’s words hung in the air between the two of them, the tension almost tangible. Azzi burrowed her chin into her knees. “We fought that night,” she said, her voice a whisper.

“We did.” Paige anxiously rubbed her elbow. “And we got over it, but…”

“We never really did,” Azzi finished.

Both girls were silent.

Paige turned to face Azzi, giving a small smile. “But yesterday, huh?” She waggled her eyebrows obnoxiously. Azzi went to push Paige, but Paige grabbed her wrists instead, pulling her into her body until they were only a couple inches apart. Azzi had never been this close to the blonde before unless you counted her dreams, and it was dizzying, the smell of Paige’s perfume combined with the warming heat of her body.

When Paige’s fingers trailed up her palms, lightly tracing each groove before grazing the skin on her arm, Azzi sucked in a breath. Paige had touched her before. They cuddled almost every night for fuck’s sake. But it was different now, with electricity charging the air between them.

“Do you want this?” As soon as the word yes left Azzi’s mouth, she was pulled onto Paige’s lap, her legs straddling the blonde’s hips. Before she knew it, Paige’s mouth was on hers, soft and gentle, and Azzi realized then that she was fucked. In a split second, she knew that there was no way she’d be able to live without getting to taste Paige’s lips over and over again for the rest of her life, without the feeling of Paige’s teeth nibbling at her bottom lip and Paige sighing into her mouth. It was electrifying and it was thrilling and it was perfect, the way Paige’s lips molded against hers.

Paige suddenly pulled away, wiping at her mouth with a grimace. “I think I taste blood.”

Azzi ran her tongue over her bottom lip. “Way to ruin the mood.”

Paige laughed, then pulled Azzi down so that they were lying on the bed, facing each other. “I’m sorry for pulling away. I was just trying to protect myself from falling too hard for you.” Paige’s thumb went to stroke Azzi’s cheek. “But I don’t think it worked anyways.”

Azzi’s breath caught, and she had to bite her lip to prevent herself from smiling too hard. “I don’t blame you. I’m pretty easy to fall in love with.” She expected a quip back, but Paige only stared at her with intensity.

“We’re still best friends, right?” Paige’s voice was small and unsure.

“I’ll die before we stop being best friends,” Azzi assured, pressing her forehead against Paige’s.

[wosoimagines]

Cowboy - Leah Williamson/Reader

part one | part two | part three | part four

prompt: Leah and Reader get into a bit of a spat.

warnings: none

words: 2163

(Y/N) POV

“Hey, Cowboy!”

I continued to explain to Lotte how she could have stopped me so that I wouldn’t have gotten the shot on goal and taken that pressure off Manu to stop my shot.

“Cowboy!”

I looked over my shoulder to try and figure out who Alessia was trying to talk to. I was a bit surprised to find her running toward me and Lotte. I furrowed my brow because I wasn’t sure who she was calling Cowboy considering no one on the team had any nickname like it.

“I’m sorry,” I said as Alessia slowed down to a stop in front of Lotte and I. “Did you just call me Cowboy?”

“Well, yeah,” Alessia nodded, “Leah calls you Cowboy all the time.”

I blinked in surprise. I really shouldn’t have been that surprised to find out that Leah called me Cowboy considering she still made fun of my accent all the time. I turned to look at Lotte who swatted at Alessia.

“You weren’t supposed to tell her.”

“Hey, back get away from her, Lotte,” I scolded as I got in between the two. “What else does Leah say about me?”

Alessia froze at that. I raised an eyebrow because now I was curious what else Leah told her national teammates about me.

“Alessia, what else does Leah say about me?”

“Nothing. She tells me nothing,” Alessia tried to assure me. I reached out and pushed Lotte backward before I took a step toward Alessia as I stared down at her. “Okay, okay. Just stop with the look and I’ll tell you everything.”

“No! Less, we aren’t ‒‒”

I grabbed ahold of Lotte in a headlock when she went to move around me before I started to give her a noogie.

“Do you want one too or are you going to tell me?” I asked Alessia once I let go of Lotte who was quick to try and fix her hair.

“I’ll tell you, just don’t mess up the hair,” Alessia conceded.

“Now, spill.”

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“You promised you wouldn’t tell anyone about what I said when I got my wisdom teeth out.”

Leah froze as she came out of the bathroom. We had been taking separate cars since Leah didn’t have to go in as early as I did since she was still in rehab, and she usually got done before me as well.

“(Y/N) ‒‒”

“No,” I cut her off, “You promised.”

I had been so out of it after I got my wisdom teeth out that when Leah showed me the videos she had, I had been absolutely mortified. I had made Leah promise me that she wouldn’t tell anyone about it.

“Besides, Lessi already ratted you out for calling me Cowboy as well.”

“It’s a cute nickname.”

“We obviously have different definitions of cute.”

Leah sighed as she moved closer to the bed. I huffed as I moved to the other side though so that I was farther away from her.

“No, I’m mad at you.”

“I didn’t mean to tell them about your wisdom teeth,” Leah said, but it didn’t stop me from glaring at her. “We were out drinking, and Keira asked me how it went. I wasn’t thinking and I made them swear not to tell anyone else the story.”

“You still told them,” I pouted as Leah sat down on the bed. “I haven’t even told anyone about how you were after you ACL surgery. Not even Alex.”

Leah’s best friend had been asking me what Leah had done after her surgery while she was still coming off the pain killers, they had her on, but I had refused to tell Alex after Leah asked me not to.

“Baby, come on.”

“No, you can sit with Lia and Beth at the concert.”

Leah went silent at that. I knew that the concert was supposed to be a surprise, but Alessia had also told me about it.

“And Alessia is the one who gets to wear my extra cowboy hat.”

“That’s not fair!”

“It’s totally fair!”

“But ‒‒”

“No way! You still make fun of my accent!”

“But it’s in a good way.”

“You make fun of it. Maybe I should just go back to the States and make fun of yours with my national teammates.”

“(Y/N),” Leah whined as I got up from the bed and shook my head. I refused to give in on this. “Come on. That’s not fair.”

“No. Lessi is wearing my hat tonight and you can wear the one that she got for the concert,” I repeated. Leah huffed as I started to move out of the room. “And keep fighting me on it and I’ll stay at Lessi’s tonight as well.”

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“You and Leah okay?” Steph asked as she nudged my shoulder with her own.

“We’re fine, Steph,” I assured her as I looked where Leah was talking with Beth and Lia. “We just had a disagreement.”

Steph slowly nodded as Alessia headed over to join us. Alessia glanced over her shoulder where Leah was before looking back at us.

“Is she upset with me?”

I sighed because I knew that it wasn’t fair for Alessia to be in the middle of this spat with Leah, but I had involuntarily put her there.

“No, she’s upset with me,” I assured the blonde striker. My eyes met Leah’s who had apparently turned to look at me. “I told her if she kept arguing with me earlier that I’d stay at your place tonight. If she’s being mean to you just let me know and I’ll take care of her.”

“But it’s all because of what I said earlier.”

“Alessia, it isn’t your fault. Just because you told me doesn’t make it your fault,” I assured her. I didn’t want her to feel like either of us were upset because of her. “I’m not mad at you and if Leah is then it’s her own doing. She knew that I didn’t want her to tell anyone about what happened after my surgery, and she told you guys while y’all were at camp anyways. Plus, she knows that I’m self-conscious about my accent because people have always made fun of it.”

“Yeah, but I told you.”

“Alessia, you aren’t responsible for Leah’s actions. I’m frustrated with Leah, but I’m happy that you told me because she was breaking my trust behind my back and that isn’t okay. So, if Leah is upset with you, it’s just because she got caught, okay?” I explained, causing Alessia to nod. “I’ll talk to her tonight after the concert. Don’t worry about it. Why don’t you go join the others? Steph and I will catch up in just a moment.”

Alessia glanced over at Steph before running off to join the others again. Steph and I stood in silence as I looked back over where Leah was. I did hate that we were fighting, but Leah had broken my trust.

“I didn’t realize you hated your accent.”

I sighed as I looked at Steph. I had been happy when I realized that my accent was starting to change after having been in England for so long even if it did mean that I was getting teased for how it was changing.

“I don’t hate my accent,” I said as I rubbed the back of my neck, “But it does get pretty frustrating when everyone makes fun of the way you say certain words for your whole life.”

“Have you told Leah?”

“Yeah, we’ve talked about it. Especially when she first started staying with me after her breakup with Jordan. I asked her to stop bringing it up all the time especially since I didn’t make fun of the way she said certain things.”

We fell back into silence as my gaze turned back to where Leah was again. I hated that no matter how much I wanted to be angry with her I just couldn’t be.

“I could talk to her for you,” Steph offered.

“As much as I would love that, Steph, this is something that Leah and I have to figure out for ourselves.”

Steph nodded as I caught Leah’s eye again. I nodded my head for her to join me.

“I’ll give you two space,” Steph said once she realized that Leah was headed over to us.

I leaned against the wall as Leah got closer to me. I stared at her as she fidgeted once she stood in front of me. I waited until she looked up at me.

“You get why I’m upset?”

Leah nodded her head.

“So then why are you being mean to Alessia?” I asked. Leah stayed silent as she looked away from me. “Leah, Alessia didn’t do anything wrong. I’m actually really disappointed in you.”

“You aren’t mad?”

“Leah, I’m frustrated that you broke my trust by telling people about the one thing I asked you not to and you weren’t the one to tell me,” I pointed out. I shook my head as Leah looked back at me. “Not only that but you’re still making fun of my accent. You know that I asked you not to.”

“I call you Cowboy around them because you love country music. And you never turn off the good manners. And you always have sweet tea made,” Leah said. I huffed because it still didn’t help that she had never told me. “And because of your accent. Because I honestly love it. And, yeah, I did make fun of it all the time when we first met, but I would absolutely hate it if you lost it.”

“You didn’t tell me these things, Leah. I am your partner, and don’t even think about joking about how I just said that, okay? You’re supposed to communicate these things with me,” I seethed. When was she going to get it? “How the hell am I supposed to be okay with these things happening and you never telling me? I’m having to find them out from everyone else because you keep them secret from me instead of talking to me about it. I’m feeling less like your partner and just someone you fuck.”

Leah stayed silent for a moment.

“You know, your accent gets thicker when you’re mad,” Leah said. I grinded my teeth as I tried to keep my calm. “I’m sorry, but it makes you sound super hot.”

I froze at that. I searched her eyes to see if she was telling me the truth. All I could think about was how she used to only make fun of my accent. She wasn’t lying.

After a moment of us both holding our breath to see what the other would do, I grabbed ahold of the sides of her jacket before pulling her closer. Leah’s hat had fallen off her head as soon as I pulled her against me. But Leah didn’t stop me as I crashed my lips against hers. Leah immediately brought her right hand to rest against my hip and her left against the back of my neck as she deepened the kiss.

“Okay, lovebirds, stop with the PDA before you guys get us kicked out before the concert even starts,” Kim interrupted us.

I pulled back from Leah as I tried to catch my breath while Leah kept her forehead pressed against mine. I waited another moment before I pulled my head back from hers but brought my hands up to cup her face.

“No more secrets, yeah?” I asked. Leah bit her lip before she nodded her head in agreement. “If you break a promise to me, just tell me and we can talk about it like adults when it happens. I’m your Cowboy, okay? I don’t just let anyone call me that.”

“I can sit with you?”

“Oh, I’m still sitting with Alessia,” I said. Leah whined as her shoulders slumped forward. “But you can sit with us if you apologize to Alessia.”

Leah grinned at that as she nodded in agreement. She tried to move away from me, but I grabbed ahold of her jacket again to pull her closer to me.

“I’m still upset that you broke the promise, and we’ll talk more about it at home or tomorrow, okay?” I asked. I waited for Leah to nod in agreement before I pressed a kiss against her cheek. “You should have worn one of my flannels considering we’re at a Luke Combs concert.”

“I have one in the car. I wasn’t sure if you’d appreciate me taking your clothes since you were mad at me,” Leah admitted.

We hadn’t scanned our tickets yet and we did get to park close to the arena.

“Go apologize to Alessia and then I’ll get the girls to give me two of the tickets so we can go get it.”

“And I can still call you Cowboy?”

“You promise it isn’t just to make fun of my accent?”

“I promise.”

“Then yeah, you can call me Cowboy.”

[romanoffsbish]

A PR Nightmare

Scarlett Johansson x F!R

Warnings: Drugs(the happy gas), Gaslighting(ex).

"Scarlett Johansson is my wife!” you groaned, slamming your laptop shut in the hopes of forgetting, but the embarrassing clip is now engrained in your mind. Your now ex was so jealous of your crush on your celebrity boss that she thought it best to post your drugged up form announcing it to the world.

So high on the laughing gas from your wisdom teeth procedure you'd failed to notice the camera in your face as you rambled on about the blonde starlet, not that you'd have done much of anything in the state you were in. Martha betrayed you, and all the trust you once held for her flew out the window with your relationship. She pleaded with you to let it go, that it was just a harmless joke, but the email you got requesting for you to meet up with Scarlett, Kate and HR told you it likely wasn't.

——

Now, all you wanted to do was to curl up in your bed and sob for days. Snuggling your tuxedo kitten impossibly close, while eating every unhealthy snack known to man. Your associated leave only lasted a few days, and the looming meeting was scheduled for tomorrow.

Quitting wasn't sounding so bad to you, but then you felt a cool breeze, remembering that living in the city wasn't cheap, and if you were to have no income lined up to replace hers you and Toby would be foraging on the streets.

"Wish me luck Tobes.," the cat lazily meowed from atop your chest, and you thanked him with a few head pats before letting a restless sleep win you over.

—

Scarlett was in her office tapping away on the computer, in an hours time she'll be on a zoom interview to address the silly issue at hand. Then a few hours later she'd be meeting you in person for the very first time, you were one of the many social media consultants on her team, and it wasn't a shock she never met you.

Doesn't mean she hadn't seen you before, her interested gaze always lingered on your form too, finding it humorous that you were so focused on getting the products lined up with the rooms natural lighting. When you were focused on that, she was focused on how that same light gave you the glow of an angel.

This video of yours might've cause a subtle uproar on the internet, but she couldn't be bothered by such a thing when it got her that much closer to you. Especially with the clear knowledge that the attraction here is mutual; The Outset sales booming is just a bonus.

While Scarlett typed away in a state of glee it was very much a polarizing experience for you. Clammy hands reached for the main entrance door, and after a few tries you'd managed to get in the building just to trip over an obvious box.

"Get it together Y/L/N," you grumbled as you wiped the dirt off your now wrinkled clothes, "Perfect, now she can think I'm a slob too."

You trudged up to your locker to put your bag away, and hopefully fix yourself up a bit. There was a group of your coworkers there, almost as if they were in wait, because instantaneous snickering occurred as you filled their view.

Ignoring them was easy enough, you'd never cared much for them anyways, so you just glared their way before making the dreadful trip up the elevator where ignoring the urge to vomit up your iced coffee was harder to ignore.

Especially when the metal doors slid open, showing you in a state of obvious duress, your fingers were aggressive as they massaged at your aching temple, and you were muttering words under you breath, you honestly looked insane. Which is why when the soft clearing of a throat was heard you froze up like a statue.

Stood before you was Scarlett Johansson, her hand on the shoulder of her co creator, and the CEO of The Outset—Kate, whom of which you were familiar with as she loved to be on the inside of a lot of the company's media promo. The older woman was smiling at you softly, her eyes dripping with sympathy, and you weren't sure how you were still standing on your feet.

"Miss Y/L/N, I wasn't expecting you for another thirty minutes, but lucky for you I'm free now," Scarlett spoke, tone even, but you could see amusement flickering in her eyes.

"I however have to go handle an emergency, something to do with legal, so it'll just be the two of you as HR only gave a form for you," Kate continued as she brushed passed, and suavely swapped places with you in the lift.

Kate's smiling face was like a lifeline in the moment, so when the doors shut you nearly collapsed to your knees. A meeting with the woman alone, the same one you embarrassed online, and who sometimes signs your checks.

You weren't sure it could get much worse, but boy were you wrong because as soon as you sat down the blonde had your video queued up, "Shall we watch this together? Or are you equally as aware of the contents as I am?"

"I-I know what was said,” you hung your head in shame, completely missing her sly smirk.

"I'm apparently the 'hottest thing since baked lasagna,” Scarlett read off a quote pulled from the unbearably long video, though she kept her voice level you could see the amusement in her eyes, and via the small side smirk she obviously tried to suppress. "But wait, at one point you mentioned that if given the chance you'd gaze into my brilliant green eyes for hours on end, but you've yet to even look me in the eyes."

"Am I being fired?" you managed to ask her the looming question. "Should you be Y/N?"

A heavy sigh left your lips as you clambered to your feet, "I'm sorry for the all the trouble I've caused you Miss Johansson, and I'd just like to thank you for the opportunity to work under you." The blonde's brows furrowed, she was genuinely shocked at your outburst, "Wait!"

Your hand paused on the handle, and you twisted your upper body to face her. "You're not being fired, as I've been told, and quite frankly as I've seen you're one of our better employees, and it would be a disservice to let you go over something so silly," she slowly moved from behind her desk as a means to approach you, her hand settled atop your arm and your breath hitched in your throat.

"That being said." You felt uneasy when she spun you the rest of the way to face her, it felt like your stomach was doing somersaults with the way she was smirking at you—at you, not near you, no, it was designated for your eyes. "You've caused quite the stir around the world, so my team and I think it'd be best if you were my next red carpet date, for the public appeal."

Scarlett watched as you swallowed thickly, so she softened her smirk, and squeezed your shoulder in a comforting way. "It would be good for The Outsets image, we'd basically be in on the joke, or more so getting ahead of it." You found yourself even more confused by her phrasing, and maybe even a bit hurt. "Joke?"

Scarlett internally smacked herself, she'd been nervous when she spoke, even if her confident smirk said otherwise, and now she has to find a way to make sense of her likely hurtful words. "You said I was your wife, is that not a joke?" Your eyes immediately looked away from hers at the pointed call out, "No, yeah, it was..."

"Exactly, but maybe if you play your cards right it could be your eventual reality," she winked, short circuiting your brain with the words and flirty gesture to the point of stunned silence.

"Just think about it Y/N, no pressure, but I'd be doing a disservice to myself if I didn't say I'd be the luckiest person on that carpet if I had a pretty thing like you hanging off of my arm."

At the sight of your soft, nervous smile the starlet felt her nerves settling. "Ok, I'll do it." Blinded by her excitement she pulled you into a hug, and fortunately for her you melted into it. "Perfect, my team will be in contact then, and I'll be seeing you around the office pretty girl."

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True to her word, Scarlett sought you out the very next day after reading through your file. Kate and her had decided awhile back to do there best to connect with the staff on a more personal level, and in doing so they'd asked you all some really random questions. Nothing too personal, it was very surface level, like: what's your go to take out meal, or favorite game?

After reading how much you loved to play Uno, and eat at that small Italian restaurant up the street she immediately sent her assistant out to collect all that she'd need, and now she was in the elevator on her way down to your floor.

"Good afternoon Miss Johansson."

When your manager announced the arrival of your starlet boss you tried to shrink into the void, but it was to no avail as she was here for you. The toned legs slipped into cherry red high heels before your face said as much, "Hi."

Scarlett chuckled as you greeted her knee, her unbelievably soft hand reached down to help you to your feet, and with the force she used it made you stumble into her awaiting embrace.

"Oh, you're falling for me all over again?" she teased quietly with a whisper against your ear before she straightened the both of your bodies then began to walk away, heels clicking as she spoke, "We have things to discuss, come on."

After a moment of bewildering, you looked up to John who looked to you concerned, "Go."

Scarlett bit back her chuckle at the sight of you haphazardly rushing to catch the elevator, as if she wasn't patiently holding it open for you, and admiring how pretty your soft pout was.

"I'm sorry Miss Johansson," you rushed out, but she quickly stopped you with a hand on your lower back, causing you to freeze as a shiver ran through you, "Call me Scarlett."

As the both of you exited the elevator onto her floor you walked in tandem, her hand never left your back until it was pulling the chair out for you to sit down. Scarlett Johansson was proving to be quite the gentlewoman.

"So, you're probably wondering why you're here," she playfully quirked a brow your way, and watched as you nodded meekly, "Mhm."

"Well honey, I don't think it's proper me taking you out as my date without a proper sit down," she started while dolling out the take outs full of pasta before you, serving you a piping hot plate of fettuccine, while she had spaghetti. "There's also the discussion of whether we'll want to match, so we'll have some clothes for you to try on delivered in the next hour or so."

“Thank you,” you gestured to the pasta when she looked to you curiously, “No problem love.”

Scarlett was enjoying her time with you, she was getting to know you like she’d always been tempted to. Learning silly things like your favorite color, animal, or dessert, she even knows your go to comfort movie and snacks.

It was a serene moment until the team she hired to pick your outfits showed up to break it. There was a rolling bar full of various items, a mix of suits and dresses so you could choose whatever made you the most comfortable.

“So, tell me darling, shall we match? Because I have a dress to match any outfit you choose.”

It wasn’t hard to pick after she said that, you went with the deep red option, because you had always adored Scarlett when she wore red. Scarlett beamed at your choice to match, then she was working hard not to drool, because you looked rather delectable in the red yourself.

Neither of you realized how long you’d been together until you were leaving her office with your belongings in hand as the sun had nearly sunk below the New York skyline. You entered the elevator and pressed for the ground floor.

“So, Y/N, what made you apply to The Outset?”

You smiled softly, “I have always enjoyed the art of advertising, and I needed money so when I saw the attached salary I was sold.”

“It’s okay, you can say it was because of me,” she teased, stepping closer, only causing you to stumble backwards, “Not everything I do is because of my silly crush on you Miss Joh—.”

“Y/N, for the love of God, call me Scarlett,” she whined as the doors opened, thankful to be in a empty building as the work day already ended.

The rest of the walk to the street was in silence, you too busy overthinking audibly mentioning your obvious crush, and the blonde was in the opposite state, internally beaming at the words.

“I’ll get you Friday at six darling,” she placed a hand on your lower back, and shifted you into an embrace you couldn’t avoid, “Be ready,” she smiled at you, then ushered you into your car and waited until you were buckled to leave.

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It was quite shocking to you when a car pulled up and had Scarlett in the drivers seat. You’d been expecting her to arrive with a driver, but you didn’t question her outwardly, instead you settled into the passenger seat, and in for a long ride since she made sure to make it hard with that innocent hand placed on your thigh.

Scarlett’s driver was at the edge of the event, and so as soon as she assisted you out of the car she was passing off the keys to Ricardo.

“If you get nervous, don’t hesitate to tell me,” she squeezed your hand for emphasis, then once you nodded she pulled you onto the red carpet where you’re met with blinding flashes.

Scarlett saw the way others at the venue looked at you, as if you were fresh meat for them to pick off of. It infuriated her beyond belief that anyone would so much as look at you while you were on her arm, but to try and speak to you?

It was ludicrous, and she wasn't having it.

Scarlett pulled you closer by the hand on your waist, then when a new wave of paparazzi came up to photograph the two of you she knew she needed to send a clear message. "Hey, Y/N?"

You hummed nervously, far too thrown by the hustle and bustle of a red carpet to speak, but you also turned to her with a nervous smile. The way she was staring at you, as if you were a glass of Chardonnay she intended to devour in one gulp, only served to intensify the nerves that were coursing throughout your body.

"Fuck it," Scarlett didn't exactly plan for this, but she was desperate, so she cupped your left cheek and pulled you in for a kiss, and to her luck and honestly, surprise, you instantly were reciprocating the gesture, eagerly if she may.

The crowd woo'd, and beyond the flashes they began to shout at her for answers, and this was when you pulled away with a terrified gaze. Scarlett ignored her responsibility as a star, and pulled you to a secluded corner so that she could make sure you understood that was a real kiss, and not a devious little PR stunt.

As soon as you were out of sight you ripped your hands from hers, it broke her to see you look so hurt, watching as you hastily retreated, wrapping your arms around yourself for the much needed comfort, "That was mean..."

"Y/N—"

"No, I-I get it, okay? I embarrassed you with the video, and now you're just returning the favor. It doesn't make it any less cruel."

"No Y/N, please," Scarlett had never been so desperate before, she's dated her fair share of people, but none ever as enticing as you, and she hadn't even properly asked you out yet, "This, everything up until now, was real."

"Scarlett, you're an amazing actress..."

"No!" she stepped forward, trapping you against the wall, "I wasn't being malicious Y/N, I kissed you because that's what I wanted to do, it's what I've wanted to do for months on end."

“Months? But my video is only two weeks old.”

Scarlett snorted, “I noticed you before that.”

For a brief moment the space was silent, the dirty blonde watched the way you processed her words with relative amusement. The way you smiled bashfully, with your eyes cast down had her falling even deeper into this crush.

“So you like me? The kiss was real?”

Scarlett reached out with a soft hand to cup your left cheek while her other hand wrapped around your neck. She caressed your cheek, offering you a sweet smile before she used her hold on you to pull you into a deep kiss.

The kiss was building up fast, her hands were roaming your body in sinful ways, and you were reacting with breathless mewling. It was only when a frantic young man rushed in to the once private space to look utterly relieved at your compromising bodies that the kiss ended.

“Miss. Johansson, and guest, you really need to be getting to your seats, the shows starts soon.”

Scarlett’s face tinged pink once she noticed the hustle and bustle on the red carpet had indeed dissipated, “Thank you, we’ll be right there.”

The blonde then grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the entrance with familiar ease. She seemed tense, so you tried to lighten the mood, “If you want to give this a PR twist we can get married for real, we can go to Vegas,” you teased your new lover who softly snorted in response, “Y/N, that sounds like a nightmare.”

“All publicity is good publicity Scarlett.”

Once you crossed the threshold into the dark entryway she spun you around and into her hold so she could whisper, “There’s no need to rush this Y/N, I’ll make you mine, I promise.”

Then with a swift kiss to your cheek, and a firm grip on your hand you believed her completely.

You will become Scarlett Johansson’s wife.

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❤️ Kaitlyn 🥰

[whoisneo404]

Omg can you write about nick getting his wisdom teeth out, like his bf is there comforting him while he’s scared and when he’s done it’s really funny.

Hold my hand

Summary: you go with Nick to take out his wisdom teeth and comfort him.

I walk impatiently from one extreme of my living room to the other, Nick is on his way to pick me up so I can be there for the surgery. Chris texted me that he was crying, Nick couldn’t sleep most of the night, I am a bit anxious if I’m being honest, I know how sensitive he can be. I hear a car horn outside my house so I take a deep breath and grab my backpack, I go outside and close the door behind me.

"Hiiii." Chris smiles throw the half-lowered window and waves at me, I smile and wave back. When I open the car door, I see Nick covering his eyes and tearing up.

"I can’t, I hate this." He murmurs and I coo at him. I sit next to him and kiss his forehead.

"Hi baby." I whisper to him. "Hi Matt." I say louder. Matt greets me back and starts driving slowly. Nick hides his face on my chest.

"You know what they told me?" Nick looks up at me with his wet eyes, I shake my head. "The tooth fairy won’t come to see me again!" He starts crying again, I gulp and look to Chris who is laughing and to Matt who is trying not to laugh.

The whole ride there was chaos, Nick sobbing and his brothers laughing and trying to comfort him, my supporting hand on his and my arm wrapped around his shoulders.

When we arrived, I grabbed his hand while they put the IV on him. I tried to hold my laughter back when the anesthesia kicked in because even when our relationship wasn’t a secret it wasn’t something public either. I sat with Chris and Matt and waited, I drank some coffee, I checked some e-mail, and when he was done, we all jolted from our seats and entered the room. Nick was… groggy, to say a word. His eyes moved around the room, and when he saw all of us, he smiled widely.

“Hii.” He said to us, I grabbed the camera as his brothers walked up to him.

“How are you?” Chris asks, Nick puts his thumbs up. We share a laugh.

“You feeling well?” Matt asks.

“Hm. I hate this.” Nick mutters while waving the tiny square attached to his finger.

“No, don’t take that off.” I speak. Nick turns around to look at me and smiles.

“Hi handsome.” He winks at me, but his eye closed to hard and for too long, making it look goofy. I smile at him.

“Wanna say hi to your boyfriend?” Chris laughs walking to me and taking the camera off my hands. He gives me a little push on the arm and I walk towards Nick.

“Wow, you are hot.” Nick babbles and I chuckle.

“Nick, we are in public.” Matt scolds him.

“Thanks. I think you are hot too.” I pat his shoulders gently.

“Come on, don’t indulge him.” Chris talks behind the camera.

“WHAT!? I can’t speak my mind now?” Nick frowns and tries to cross his arms but I hold them still.

“Careful, your IV could move.” He rolls his eyes and groans. “Come on, stay still. I’ll cuddle you when we are home.” I see him smile quickly.

“Okay, I like that.” he tries to stay still but I see him play with the gray square on his finger a bit.

After talking with the doctor, waiting for all the medicine to go into his blood, getting the care package and all the instructions from the dentist we made our way downstair with Nick in the wheelchair.

“Nick, look at me.” I laugh behind the camera of my phone; he looks at me and playfully raises his arms and smiles. “Great picture, love it.”

“Wanna see.”

“I’ll show you when we get to the car.”

The car wasn’t very far, we put Nick into his seat and with a bit of a fight we buckled his seatbelt. I sat next to him, holding his hand telling him how brave he was and how proud I am of him. His little smile and blush were the best reward. I smiled at myself knowing the surprise that awaited home. (Ice-cream and his teeth he thought he lost).

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Tiny extra:

“Nick sit down, you are not a drag queen, you are still a bit weak from the medicine.” I say while looking at him dance in front of the tv.

“If I was drugged, could I do this?”

“NICK!” I grab him and we land on the couch, he laughs manically and I sigh loudly. “Jesus, this is like babysitting.” I feel him pout against my cheek. “What? You feel sorry?”

He shakes his head. “They eliminated my favorite queen.” His eyes water and I rub his back up and down, trying to console him for that lost, even when we have seen this season more than 5 times.

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[collapsedglasshouses]

I don’t know if you take smut requests so I’m just gonna request for a fluffy one where Noah’s S/O has her wisdom tooth removed, I never had it done so all I know is that you get high af from dental drugs and people forget they have a partner or even married lol

A/N: I do take smut requests, I have a posted about my rules here. ♡ I like this request a lot tho, Anon. I got my wisdom teeth removed about three years ago, but I'm not from America. Where I'm from, you can choose what kind of anesthesia you get while they get removed. I didn't get full anesthesia, only local, so I couldn't feel pain and I remember everything... BUT... I know videos. Let me see what I can think of! ♡

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Summary: When Noah and Jolly picked up Y/N after their wisdom tooth removal, they didn't know what they settled for.

Warnings: fluff, adorable little y/n, nothing else ♡

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"Do you know the muffin man?" You asked tiredly when your eyes finally opened after your wisdom teeth operation.

"WHAT?" Noah exclaimed while Jolly was laughing his ass of behind him.

You instantly forgot, what you wanted to tell him with that, so you just giggled. Noah's eyebrows rose. "What have I gotten myself into?"

"Aren't you afraid the snake on your neck will strangle you?" You than asked while looking at his neck tattoo and than noticed how your vision was still slightly blurry. When you were honest to yourself, you didn't even know where you were.

"Please help me, Jolly." Noah than exclaimed and looked at his friend behind him.

"THE SWEDE!" You suddenly screamed in excitement and reached for your fellow friend, who couldn't contain his laughter anymore.

"I wonder if they were ever this excited to see me." Noah said to his friend and band mate, causing you to shoot him a look.

"Who even are you and why are you holding my hand, my dude. I have a absolutely perfect boyfriend that waits for me at home, mister." You mumbled and crossed your hands before your chest, when the doctor stepped in and told the boys, you could go.

They helped you into a wheel chair and drove you to Noah's car, while you slightly dosed off again.

The next thing you knew was about ten minutes later, when you started to mumble again. "Jolly?" - "Yes." - "Do you know how gorgeous Noah is? Literally every time I close my eyes, I see him right in front of me."

Noah quietly laughed while driving the car.

"No, go on. Tell me more." Jolly almost was full on laughing again, while your boyfriend's cheeks turned pink.

"I think he's a siren. Literally how can he woo someone this fast. I look at him and I feel like I'm an object." You muttered. Jolly tried to contain his laughter, causing him to tear up. "Like... HOLY HELL, HOW HOT CAN A SINGLE PERSON BE."

"Yeah, he's pretty hot, Y/N." Jolly cried out under his laughter.

"FACTS." You screamed and started to feel dizzy again. "When we come back imma kiss the shit outta him."

Noah rose his eyebrows to how oblivious you were to his presence.

"Fuck, I love this man." You exclaimed, before falling back into a "half-sleep".

A couple of minutes later, you only partially noticed Noah carrying you out of the car and into your bed, and the last thing you heard before you finally fully fell asleep was him planting a kiss on your forehead and whispering, "I love you too, silly."

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(only a short one but i hope you like it)

[rindouheart]

Can I request kaiser and loki (i have a thing for prodigies it seems-) confessing to their crush right after a wisdom teeth removal bc they r all delirious and such?(and maybe if its not too much their crush tells them once they are back at themselves 😫) i love this scenario so much its so romantic and cute audosjddk thank u in advance and have an amazing day!❤️❤️❤️

KAISER and LOKI confessing to their s/o (while laughing) 🌿

content. these two omg + one mention of surgery + just fluff and crack :))

author’s notes. oooh tysm for this request, i absolutely adore it! i wrote a couple of short scenarios + some headcanons, i hope you like it! // i’ll probably have to get a wisdom teeth removed too (how fun).

MICHAEL KAISER

this bitch would be calm as fuck, that anesthesia knocked him off.

you’re actually his best friend, and you had the job of bringing him back home.

he is giggling at every thing you say + he’s petty, like, really petty.

“hop in, come on” you grunt, already tired of your best friend being all weird. michael sits down inside your car and fastens his security belt. then, after checking on him, you go the other way around and sit on the driver’s seat.

“mhhhhh” he murmurs, trying to catch your attention. “what’s the matter? does it hurt?” you ask before starting the car. “yeee~” he cries, leaning towards you “can i have a kiss to soothe the pain???”. you freeze and babble something like “on the lips?”. your friend nods and whines a long “pleaseeeee~”.

you’ve had a crush on kaiser for almost a year, but you never confessed directly to him, because he’s michael kaiser: focused on becoming the best version of himself and probably already surrounded by other people.

michael gets quickly impatient since you’re not doing anything “please y/n, i’m in pain and you’re the only person i allow to see me like this” and damn, your heart melts. “well, let’s do it”, you get as near as possible and kiss him on the lips. actually, you’ve never thought that this could have happened to you. “i love you” he coos, “stop it” you laugh back.

omg his face when you told him what he did 😭 would probably die of embarrassment: how could the great michael kaiser make a fool of himself?

however, some hours later, he would confess seriously since the damage was done earlier

JULIAN LOKI

a laughing mess: the total opposite of his usual calm and collected behaviour.

he called you and asked if you could go to this house, without saying why.

as a good friend you accepted.

“julian? why did you ask me to get here?” you ask, watching him laying on the couch. “i was lonely” he pouts while kicking his feet “i want to go play football”. you pinch the bridge of your nose. you knew he was stubborn, but fuck, he’s just got a surgery and the wound still hasn’t totally stopped bleeding.

“you know you can’t?” at your response, he grunts “when will i play again?”. “usually, wisdom teeth surgeries need about two weeks of care before being fine” you answer and see loki turning gloomy. “don’t give me that look, you know it doesn’t depends on me” you shake your head, making him laugh “can you stay with me for these two weeks?”. “i can come here when I’ve nothing to do” you explain “i still have to go to college and study for my exams”.

“but i love you and spending time with you”. did you hear it correctly or is your mind playing games? “can… can you repeat the last sentence?” you ask, stuttering a bit “i love you and spending time with you?” he repeats, wondering why you asked him to do that. “oh… okay…” you turn away to hide your faint blush.

after he calmed down, you asked him if he really intended what he said before.

and when he nods 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

julian will literally melt if you hug him after that.

@rindouheart ‘s scenarios — 02012023

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

BABE I just found out I have all 4 wisdom teeth and need to get them out 🤪🤪 really want Tan to take me after the surgery and tell me he's proud of me 💺 anon

holy shit??!? 4??!? good god I feel for you !! made you a little something something under the cut <33

he'd be the best boyfriend!! omg

he'd drive you to the dentist/ hospital, and the whole time he'd be reassuring you if you're scared and anxious, saying "it won't be that bad," "I'll be right next door," "won't let anything bad happen to you," "you'll be in and out in no time,"

in the waiting room, if your leg was bouncing (bc nerves) he'd place a hand over your knee, holding it still, cooing you. he'd hold your hand as you wait to be called in

once in, he'd pace around the waiting room, probs muttering to himself bc the thought of you being scared and in pain was hurting him. he may get told off by the receptionist, and be asked to sit

after a little while, lem would join (tan wanted help with you, bc if he's driving, he can't monitor you) so lem would come and join him in the waiting room- also distracting him which he needed

once you're done, lem would probs be filming you in case you say something stupid and loopy, would be laughing and getting on tan's nerves!! "put the fucking phone down and help me, you twat," or a simple "pack it in,"

they'd help you get in the car. tan would be checking your seatbelt, wedging a pillow between the car door and you- so you can rest your head. tan would make lem sit in the back with you, to stop your head from flopping around

tan would stop past somewhere and get you an ice cream/ smoothie/ milkshake for being so good (and to help ease the pain)

tan would probs get sick of lemon, telling him to get lost bc he's no help

then once back home, tan would guide you to the sofa, fluffing the cushions and helping you lay down. then spreading a blanket over you before putting the tv on- clicking on some old daytime reruns

he'd sit on the floor in front of you, his back resting against the sofa so he could wait on you. he'd tell you he's proud of you for doing it and that you'll feel better soon. he'd be your sweet little nurse <33 giving you painkillers, getting you drinks, helping you change

just one cute bbg taking care of his girl :((

[arvensimp]

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.

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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.

[pedros-immaculate-vibes]

A Peaceful Elf

Part X

Halsin/Tav fanfic (slow burn, fluff, angst)

The pine bark bit at your fingers in a familiar way. You had always found a path to commune with The Lady of the Forest while running your fingers through the cracks of a fir tree, closing your eyes and finding the chord in your soul that sung her melody. Injured, you hadn’t been able to visit her presence through prayers the way you did every morning; peace had rippled down through you as you knelt at her alter again. 

Metaphorically knelt, of course—you no longer needed the splint, but your leg wasn’t prepared for that yet; although, it was far down the path to mended. Your Druid companion had a way with healing magic and repaired it faster than you had assumed was possible. No wonder those hands were so famous in the grove…

That thought almost severed your focus. Halsin’s morning voice wiped it clean away.

“Good morning, I see you’re up.” A yawn, uncannily like a bear, “I would have thought you’d like to sleep a bit later given last night.”

Gods, I hope I get to hear that sentence from him again, under different circumstances. 

“I had a hard—Difficult time, falling back to sleep. It was a bit jarring,” you said, feeling your heart beat in more than one place. You needed to finish your prayers and to collect yourself. “I’ve been meditating all morning, I’m almost done, is it alright if you—”

“Oh, my apologies, I merely thought you were appreciating the pine forest. Carry on,” palms up in a placating way. “Find me when you’re done,” and he left. 

A deep exhale, trying to ground yourself again. A few minutes later, and you were focused, pleading with your lady for strength, healing, and the wisdom to not do or say anything stupid today. You swore you heard a mirthful, light chuckle filter through the pine needles. You sent one last token of thanks, then closed the connection as gracefully as possible. 

You made your way back to camp, feeling how others had told you they felt before a battle: shaky and heart pounding. You could blame it on the lack of sleep—clearly you were just exhausted. If he noticed (of which there was a good chance), that’s what you’d say. A little deception can smoothen out certain unavoidable discomforts. You began rounding a boulder that marked being within earshot of the camp when a sudden wave of relaxation washed over you from no where in particular. 

My sincerest gratitude, Mielikki. You touched your forehead and offered your hand to the tree tops in thanks to the goddess. 

Maybe today would be easy after all. 

Arriving back at camp, you saw Halsin straddling the end of one of the campfire circle logs, slicing a third apple into wedges on a plate, the dish of honey nearby. He was still in his camp leisure attire, looking very comfortable. “Hello, again,” much less gravel in his voice. “I figured I could have a light breakfast before we head out and test that leg, if you’ve any interest.” He finished slicing the apple wedges and began drizzling honey over them, conservatively. “After what I did last night, I think one more healing should do the trick; however, feel free to correct me if I am mistaken.” He shook his head quickly to the side, sweeping his eyes back down at his plate, “you seemed to do a number to it while you slept, thank goodness you cried out when you did. I was quite entranced by a dream I was having…nothing less would have roused me,” he said with a mysterious smile.

…Could he have had…

No, no there’s no possible way.

You blinked, trying to regain your presence of mind.

“I think I have the strength for it now, when you’re ready. What did you have in mind?”

Halsin lifted his eyebrows and peered up at you. “I’m that effective a healer, am I? HaHA, I’ll take that as high praise,” he grinned, popping an apple wedge between his teeth. “Excellent! I’ll make quick work of this and ready a few more things. A patrol of the road and back should be enough, agreed?” as another wedge disappeared.

“Agreed.”

Not ten minutes pass before you both leave camp. You thought to bring the walking stick, but there’s no need, you felt fine. It would just be a burden. The walk should only take…you realize you have no idea how far you’ll be walking.

“How far is this little trek?”

“Do you see that ruin at the top of the hill?”

It was at least a quarter mile away. “…yeah.”

“To there.”

Oh, joy, okay, you thought with a quiet sigh.

“And if you start to ache before then, we can always turn back.” He meant it kindly; you took it as a challenge.

“I’ll be fine.”

***

You were not fine. 

Trying to keep your breathing steady, you managed to make it to the top of the hill, driven by pure spite against your own wound. As someone with healing abilities, you should have known this was poor judgement; as someone who prided herself on being hard-headed, you chose to ignore that. 

The injury was one thing. Still needing a good night’s rest was another. You were no githyanki warrior nor were you exactly built like you had designs to become a paladin; your strength came from shifting into something stronger. God’s only know where Halsin seems to get all of that from, you mused, looking at his shoulders. 

He had begun pestering you with questions as soon as he saw the first limp. “And you’re sure you don’t require some assistance? I’ll remind you, I can’t heal you effectively while you still need to walk on it; you need to rest. Perhaps, if I tried healing you and carrying—”

“Tch,” a hand raised in resistance to the thought, “I already said I’d pass,” eyes wide at imagining the experience. “I have to maintain some level of dignity,” you muttered under your breath. Riding piggy back would ruin just about anything I have left. 

He turned to face you, walking backward down the hill. “Have any acquaintances ever informed you that you have a stubborn streak as long as the Chionthar?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact, they have. I’ve thanked them each time,” you stuck out your chin.

He smiled, sighed, and turned back toward the downhill path. 

A moment passed, and he turned to face you again with a curious, mischievous look in his eyes. “Have you ever ridden a bear?”

“Wha—?” You’re face drained, realizing what he meant. “No, absolutely not. There is NO possible way I—” 

In that instant, Halsin hunched while his eyes glowed and his smile turned to one with fangs and fur, and then…

You were faced with a cave bear, the same gigantic one from what felt like months ago at the goblin camp. It seemed intent on not letting you walk the rest of the way down, blocking your path when you tried to circumvent the beast. 

And of all the options you had at your disposal, you decided running was the best. Limp be damned.

“No no no no NO no no no No,” you chanted, almost to the Lady of the Forest herself, praying to keep a shred of self respect by miraculously making it back to the camp on your own, the giant bear in tow. You heard a howl that sounded suspiciously like his laugh, closer than you expected. “BY HELM’S BEARD, IF YOU—” and you never finished the sentence. Catching up with you, Halsin curved his snout around your waist from behind and leapt slightly, bouncing you onto his back. You caught the fur at his shoulder blades, then worked your way up to a slanted sitting position.

You were mortified.

You were relieved.

This was exhilarating.

***

“What would you have happened if I’d fallen? You complete idiot!” You tried to foment some level of anger in yourself. What he’d done was objectively stupid; you should probably be mad…right?

“I wasn’t going very quickly. And, I would have caught you, of course,” not a shred of doubt in his response as he found his pipe and began packing it by the campfire.

“Caught me with your bare hands, would you?” You were proud of the pun.

“My elven ones, yes. I’d planned on shifting and catching you, should your balance fail,” not a drop of remorse as a few sparks came from his flint and knife, igniting a glow within the borders of a stray campfire coal he’d grabbed.

MY BALANCE FAIL. For some reason, that subtle dig did find purchase in your irritation. 

He lit the pipe with the glowing coal end, notching it between his canines. Glancing up at you, he must have seen the growing ire. 

“I promise to not do it again, on my honor,” removing the pipe and placing one hand to his chest, looking down like a knight swearing fealty, “until you request it of me,” his gaze rose back up to yours with a smirk.

“You regret nothing, do you?” You smiled back in astonishment, no longer able to sustain the annoyance. “And I’M the stubborn one.”

“You are. You’re just not the only stubborn one, dear one,” placing the pipe back in his mouth, his lips encircling it with a grin. He sauntered back to the tent, kneeling by the side of your cot to sift through the equipment bag.

There was that title again. When did you hear it last…Had you heard it before, or had you imagined it?

He paused his searching, hung his head and sighed deeply. Turning on his heels back to you, he soberly added, “If I have truly wronged you, I do apologize. Sometimes, I let the bear get the better of me, but I should not make that your concern,” he smiled, wanly.

“Thank you,” you replied, distracted from your thoughts. “Just don’t surprise me next time, alright?” You mustered the very last gram of irritation you had left on the subject.

“I promise,” he nodded. “Now, if you’re not opposed, let’s take a look at that leg.”

You’d temporarily forgotten the ache until that moment. “I’ll be honest, riding a bear probably wasn’t the best choice with an injured thigh,” you remarked, walking unevenly to the cot.

“…You’re not wrong,” he agreed, scratching his forehead, horror poorly concealed as it crept into his features. “Has the pain worsened?”

Your eyes twinkled as you sat down, enjoying his discomfort, “No.”

“Silvanus preserve me, woman,” he huffed under his breath, both vexed and relieved. Victory, as he began puffing billows again, muttering, “Let’s take a look.” 

He lowered to one knee and allowed you to move your skirts to the side, once more. The bandage was clean, and not wanting to waste good wrappings, he took the time to unravel it. You reminded yourself to breath evenly.

“Hmm,” a thoughtful exhale, as he viewed the healing claw marks, “still progressing well.” He’d wanted to heal the wound focusing with the interior, first; the aesthetics and exterior came after the most vital areas. 

He placed the pipe by his lowered knee, shut his eyes, hovered his palms over the wound, and stretched his neck up to the tent ceiling. A pale green glow crackled silently around his hands and your leg, his eyebrows knitting as he focused, muscles taught in his arms and throat.

Shamelessly, you admired the view.

The glow subsided, as did the ache in your thigh. His eyes opened, clear and focused, migrating to you. “How does it feel now?” 

Clearing your throat, “Better. Thank you.”

“Of course,” he looked down, grinning. He raised an eyebrow, inhaling deeply, and still not looking directly at you, “You should get some rest, let the healing set in a bit. Perhaps take those hours you couldn’t after your,” his voice became husky, “after this morning.” He collected the wrappings and replaced the pipe, puffs of the sweet and earthy smoke floating up and out through a few well placed vents in the tent sheets. “I’ll finish my rounds, maybe see if I can find anything for dinner.”

“Or more honey.”

An unfiltered chuckled slipped from his lips, “Or more honey.” He rose, still not looking directly at you. “Get some rest.” And with that, he was gone, lowering the tent flap to allow a bit more shade for your respite.

You nestled into the blanket, the same one you had designs to make your own; so far, those designs seemed to moving along nicely.

***

You awoke hours later, according to the sun’s placement: just before noon. There was no sign of your campmate. Your leg had rested long enough, you thought, easing your way up and off the cot. Peering out between the tent panels, you looked for any sign of him; still, nothing. After asking the cub and Scratch, you’d found he had not returned. The patrols weren’t short trips, but three hours? Odd. Scowling at the tree line, you heard movement far off; rhythmic movement, like walking. There was no way to tell yet if it was Halsin or someone you were less interested in meeting. Glad I centered myself this morning. You tuned yourself to your Rothe shape, grinding your right leg into the dirt, testing for any lingering ache. You gathered it was fully healed as your wild shape remained prepared; the idea of a fight brought you an odd sense of satisfaction.

*Rustle* *SnAp* *sNap*

An audible stumble followed.

This didn’t sound like an invader. You remained waiting, still crouched behind the corner of the tent.

A large hand pushed back the concealing, low-hanging bough: Halsin’s hand. He carried an unfamiliar satchel and strode the few yards between you slower and less adamantly than you were used to. 

“Did something happen?”

“Yes, but not something, a few someone’s.”  With one hand, he moved a log that lay between him and camp. “Not to worry, they’ve been dispatched. They did, however, have a few sundry items I think our camp may appreciate.” 

“Oh! Well that’s a nice surprise. We don’t usually get very good loot.”

“Not often, no,” he agreed, stopping at the edge of camp to meet you. “Did you rest well enough?”

You would have answered if you hadn’t seen the oozing gash on his face and cuts on his arm.

“What kind of fight was it?” Visually taking the injuries in. A few more on his other arm, one looked like an arrow had grazed him.

“A few thieves looking for easy prey. They judged poorly. Nothing to concern yourself with,” he answered mildly and he pressed forward to the center of camp.

“Halsin, those don’t look great.”

“I’m alright.” He unpacked the thieves’ satchel, piling food into the communal basket.

“Halsin. Stop what you’re doing.” You mimicked a paralyzing glare as best you could, and pointed to the tent at your right. “Tent.”

—

I hope I hear that again under different circumstances, He thought, admiring Tav’s steely portrayal of authority..

—

“Stubborn bear,” you murmured as you followed him to the cot. “Sit down and let me take a look.” The height difference between the two of you seemed even more prominent now that you tried to assert some level of power over the situation. A crooked smile as he looked down at you, “Yes, little healer,” eyes never leaving yours as he sunk down to the edge of the cot.

“Thank you,” as curt as possible, with a tinge of concern in your voice. 

You took in the wound on his face, still bleeding. There is no way this doesn’t hurt like the hells. A clean cut, but deep. Another two on his left upper arm, more superficial, and that arrow graze on his right forearm. Now it was you rifling through the medical pack, looking for something to clean with. The clotting had started and you needed a clearer view. “How many were there?”

“A few.”

“Halsin.”

He maintained his bemused gaze. “Eight.”

Eight? “Eight what?”

“Thieves, I told you, little one.”

“Eight gnomes? Eight gnolls? Eight what?” Depending on their faction, you may have had to worry about poison on their blades.

“Just men, maybe a few half-orcs. Nothing likely to have exotic coatings on their weapons,” He looked passed you as you cleaned the facial laceration. Alright, so he’s thinking the same thing. Holy hells, that sounds bad, though.

“Eight men and half-orcs? And you just—you just fought them off.”

“Not exactly, they had laid an embarrassingly well-concealed trap. I was dangling from a treetop for a bit, there.”

Your hand paused. Then resumed.

“The netting was weak and did nothing for a cave bear,” he grinned slightly, wincing at the pain the smiled caused. “By that point, they’d heard the alarms attached to the trap and came running. I found higher ground and held it. Easily dispatched.” He concluded as if talking about what dish he’d planned for that evening.

You were speechless for a moment. There was no chastising him, what could he have done differently? There was no comforting him since he seemed fairly ambivalent if not proud of the outcome. “I’m glad this is all you sustained,” a quiet relief in your voice.

His eyes met yours, “As am I, dear one.”

I could easily kiss him right now, maybe see if he moves the same way as that dream, your mind wandered, so you asked about the scar he already had next to the one you hoped wouldn’t form.

He looked past you again, recollecting. “Ah, that, well, sometimes Nature forgets I am not wed to it, and needs reminding.” He shifted in the cot slightly, then looked at you, seeming to think you’d understand.

Confused and almost done cleaning the rust-colored flakes from his left temple, “Needs reminding of what?”

“Well, ha,” he stumbled over his words, self-consciously. “I didn’t exactly pick this scar up in battle. I was in wildshape, only I forgot it was the season when bears are…particularly social,” he mentioned, modestly. “A she-bear claimed me as her own, and did not appreciate being spurned,” almost a chuckle. 

“…Oh, I—I see…” you stammered, as you examined the cut, unsure what to say in response. Now who’s self-conscious. You realized that up until that point, neither of you had mentioned actions akin to being “particularly social”. “Does it still hurt at times?”

“Not for many years. The last it felt tender was probably before you were born.”

A smirk at his assumption and subtle fishing since you had yet to mention your age. “I’m 62, Halsin.” You judged that the wound would heal easily with a magic touch.

He hesitated. “…Really? Unexpected. I suppose you would have been a youth, then,” he stated, making his head bob yet again.

“I suppose so… Now hold still,” you told him, one hand beginning to glow near his left temple while the other gently but firmly held his chin steady. You could feel his face pull into suppressed smile. Beneath your illuminated palm, the skin stitched back together, just like it had done hundreds of other times. “There, good as new,” you said, gently rubbing a thumb over where the cut had disappeared. 

“Ha, it’s strange being treated instead of treating. I’m usually where you are.” 

“Well, then, perhaps you’ve had this coming for a long time.” 

His head leaned almost imperceptibly into your palm.

“Thank you, Tav.” His eyes rose to yours, “You’re not a bad healer yourself.” The compliment was minor, but the look in his eyes…

The look made gravity shift.

“I try,” a humble response with a humbler smile. You realized your other hand was still holding his chin. You used it to pat him on his shoulder. “Do you need help with the others?” You turned to the supply bag, pretending to look for more supplies to clean the wounds with. His arms were resting on his lap, propping him up. You hoped he would accept just so you had an excuse to let him see you on your knees in front of him. I’m just torturing myself, by this point. 

A deep inhale as he examined the remaining scratches, beginning to treat the wounds himself as easily as flicking away drops of mud. “You’re too kind. I’ve had much worse, trust me. Thank you, however.” There was the wall again. You could sense the tension dissipate immediately, like a torch being thrown into a pond.

“Of course…old bear,” you shot with a smirk, still rummaging through the satchel.

—

His face shot left, up towards Tav’s, a quirk of a grin. He looked forward again, setting his jaw and standing up as if about to take his leave. With his left hand, he grabbed the back of her tunic, lifted the half-elf up a few inches and tossed her on the recently evacuated cot, smiling to himself as he left the tent.

Old bear. Not that old, he thought with a scoff.

[sturnsbae]

PROMPT LIST! — ☆

disclaimer: you are MORE than welcome to suggest your own ideas as well! also, please do not combine more than 3 prompts! and don’t forget to please clarify the prompts when you request!! <3

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FLUFF

1. "you're the only one who can calm him down"

2. “your fans don't like me"

3. “i’m here baby, don't worry"

4. "i love you more than anyone"

5. “come cuddle me"

6. “i want attention"

7. “quit stealing all the pillows!”

8. “you’re my new pillow”

9. “i’m so drunk i think i love you”

10. “there’s room for two!”

11. “stop being grumpy”

12. "aww you're blushing!"

13. “you make me feel safe”

14. “can i get your number?"

15. “i’m scared to meet your family"

16. “i love your family, they make me feel so welcome"

17. “i like showing you off”

18. “i miss you"

19. “i need you right now"

20. "that's the prettiest fan i've ever seen"

21. “i’m so stressed out”

22. "lets have a movie night"

23. “can i do your makeup?"

24. "dance with me"

25. “it's a tiktok trend i'm sorry!"

26. “do this tiktok with me"

27. “let's go on a drive"

28. “you're drunk, i'll help you"

29. “i like that nickname"

30. "i like that outfit on you

31. “my clothes look better on you anyways"

32. “bake with me”

33. "let's go shopping"

34. “i’m sick"

35. “you're ticklish?!"

36. “let me teach you how to ice skate"

37. “take me to get my wisdom teeth out"

38. “have you seen my hoodie?"

39. “stop video taping me this isn't funny!"

40. “don't you dare post that"

41. “i look ugly”

42. “he won't stop talking about you”

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ANGST / SAD

1. “was this all just a joke to you?”

2. "we're just hooking up, it's nothing serious"

3. "why don't you ever post me?"

4. "i’ll change for you, i promise"

5. "i got in a fight because of you"

6. "i thought you cheated, i'm sorry"

7. "no need for attitude!"

8. "yeah, i'm jealous"

9. "forgive me?"

10. "they’re my ex, we broke up for a reason don’t worry”

11. “are you really that oblivious?”

12. “i want this to be real, not fake anymore”

13. “yeah i like you, dipshit”

14. “i want you, not them.”

15. “can’t you make some time for me?”

16. “i don’t even know who you are anymore!”

17. “forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”

18. “don’t ever do that again!”

19. “do you even love me anymore?”

20. “can you shut up and listen to someone other than yourself for once in your life?”

21. “i told you not to fall in love with me.”

22. “the worst thing is, that even after all of that, i’m still in love with you.”

23. “why are you even here?”

24. “are you even listening to me?!”

25. “if you love me, you’ll let me go”

26. “i cant keep doing this to myself!”

27. “you don’t know me, so don’t act like you do.”

—

ENEMIES TO LOVERS

1. “you’re my tutor? absolutely not.”

2. “you haven’t called me an asshole yet today, everything okay?”

3. “i guess were partners for this…” “oh please someone kill me now.”

4. “just cause our parents are friends doesn’t mean we are”

5. “stop following me around like a lost puppy!” … “maybe you being around isn’t so bad.”

6. “congratulations, i guess.” “oh, are you done being an asshole now?”

7. “don’t feel special that i’m here, my mom made me come.” “mhm, sure.”

8. “are they fighting again?” “worse, they’re kissing”

9. “did i just hear a ‘thank you’?” “do not get used to hearing that.”

10. “i am not getting in that car with you, are you crazy?”

11. “do you ever stop complaining?” “you ever think that if you stopped being an idiot i wouldn’t need to complain?”

12. “why do you hate me?” “you think i hate you?”

[wyverndollface96]

Adaman x Female Reader: No Time For Wisdom

Adaman had to have his wisdom teeth removed while you and him were in Pasio. Wait ‘till he becomes loopy.

You and Adaman had been in Pasio for three weeks now. It had been interesting for the both of you to explore around the region in this time frame. Though as you, he and one other teammate battled against another team, Adaman began to notice discomfort in his mouth. Your team still beat the opposing team, but decided to call it done after that.

You recalled seeing a dental clinic on your journey, so you took Adaman there to have his mouth looked at.

He was in a chair with an X-Ray in his mouth. The dentists then shows him what was going on. “Wisdom teeth,” she said, “you have all four. And telling by the discomfort you’re feeling, they are gonna need to be surgically removed as soon as possible. So we’ll schedule you for the extraction tomorrow.”

Adaman was beyond nervous. But he would feel even less if you would be there for him. There wasn’t much going on for tomorrow as far as Pokémon battles, so it works out well.

The next day, you took Adaman back to the clinic. You told him he’ll only have a few days to a week to recover from the surgery and you’ll help him eat. Adaman takes a deep breath as he goes into the operating room. “I’ll be out here.” you said.

An hour later, the doctor comes out. “He’s done,” she says, “he should be waking up any second now.” “Got it.” you said as you contacted a taxi to take you and Adaman back to your shared apartment. As you waited, you got his medication and care sheet; containing the suggested times Adaman can take the meds.

Soon later, the taxi came and picked you and the goofy and loopy Adaman up. He was a little giggly on the ride to the apartment; just slowly moving his head side to side. “You must be having a good time, huh, sweetie?” you asked.

Adaman looks at you with tired eyes. “I’m-ughh-hunky dory.” he slurs with gauze in his mouth. He then continues giggling. You were giggling, too, seeing he was a goofy mess from the drugs he was given.

Once you both got to the apartment, you helped Adaman out of his haori and shoes and lay him down on the couch. You put an extra pillow under his head and looked at the sheet.

“So I’ll fix you a shake and give you your pills with it in a few hours.” you tell him. You sit by him; on a chair beside the couch and rest a hand on his shoulder as you put on a soothing video on PokéTube for him to watch.

You carefully took the gauze out of Adaman’s mouth and rinsed it out. There wasn’t much bleeding from his wounds since the gauze was removed; just a teeny bit.

You made Adaman a shake and helped spoon feed him when he took his medicine after a while of him napping. You made sure the shake was strained of any bits to not upset the wounds in Adaman’s mouth. Poor man looked sad when he had puffy cheeks and sleepy eyes. You felt bad, but you needed to help him.

“It’s gonna be okay, Adaman,” you tell him calmly, “those pills are going to help you. And if you need, when you’re done with your shake, I can get you an ice pack to put on your cheeks. That sound okay?” Adaman nodded. So you went to go grab an ice pack from the freezer and you brought it to him.

“Switch to the other cheek when you think the one side doesn’t hurt as much anymore.” you said, placing the pack gently on Adaman’s left cheek. Adaman held it there; his hand tiredly trembling. He looks at you; giving you the derpiest smile. You tilt your head curiously.

“Is that a smile?” you asked. Adaman nods, managing to say, “I apprethiate what you do, my wuv. I weally do. Fank you.” His voice sounded tired. You put your arms around his shoulders, but not fully hugging him since you needed to be careful with him.

“Of course, dear,” you said, kissing him on his head, “how are you feeling, otherwise?” “Nnngh….tired and woothy,” Adaman groans, “like Alakathaam uthed Hypnothith on me. Mayyyyyybe Confuthion.” His tongue was shivering as the ice pack was freezing his swollen face.

He lay back down to rest and continue watching those soothing PokéTube videos while icing his face. You sat with him for a while. A couple hours later, you helped get him to bed. It’s gonna be a long week for him, but he’ll soon be smiling bright again.

Yeah, I’m highly nervous about my wisdom teeth and when I need to have them out. Couldn’t help but write about our beloved characters and main characters undergoing the extractions. But, either way, hope you enjoyed them.

[starkstruck27]

Fourth fill for @mungrovebingos!! This one is gonna be about Billy getting his wisdom teeth taken out and Eddie taking care of him afterwards. Story is under the cut, I hope everyone enjoys, and Ao3 link is here.

Prompt was "Free Space", and it's 3,790 words.

It was the middle of July when Billy had set to go to the dentist to get his wisdom teeth removed. He was terrified, mostly because his experience with doctors was never really positive growing up, and anesthesia scared him to death, but after his last dental check up, they’d told him he had to get them out soon or else they’d start to cause him problems, so he had to just bite the bullet and get it done.

Thankfully, he wasn’t going to be in it alone. Max had promised to help take care of him while he recovered, and of course his wonderful boyfriend Eddie would be there, too. He was the one that was going to drive them to and from the place, and since he lived at the trailer just across from theirs, he swore he’d be there every second to make sure Billy was okay. 

Finally, the day came around, and Billy almost faked a migraine to avoid getting out of bed. But of course, Eddie and Max saw right through it, making him get up, but allowing him to at least stay in his pajamas as they carted him off to the dental clinic.

“You don’t have anything to worry about,” Eddie had said on the way there, “This is one of the most common medical procedures there is! And Max and I will be there with you the whole time.”

“Yeah, it won’t be so bad. Think of it this way, you can either get it done now, or you can whine like a baby and wait to get it done until it’s already painful as hell and your mouth is all fucked up,” Max chimed in from the backseat, adjusting her glasses. 

“I guess,” Billy huffed, slumping down in his seat, “Still, it gives me the heebie-jeebies.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I’ll hold your hand the whole time,” Eddie offered, flashing a smile before refocusing on the road and driving the car. 

They finally pulled up outside the clinic and Eddie and Billy helped Max into her wheelchair, all three of them going inside to the front desk to get Billy checked in. The receptionist told them that a nurse would come get them shortly, so the three of them went to sit in the waiting room. Billy was fidgeting so bad that Max eventually wheeled herself in front of him, asking him to braid her hair for her, just so he had something to keep his hands busy. It wasn’t the most pristine hairstyle he’d ever do for her because of the way his hands were shaking, but it kept him occupied long enough for the nurses to come out and call his name.

“Billy?” A young nurse called, looking over the waiting room. She had long brown hair that was pulled back and a pair of brown glasses on her face, and her scrubs had pictures from Winnie-the-Pooh scattered all over them.

“Yeah, that’s me,” Billy finally said, after taking a few more deep breaths. Eddie squeezed his hand as he stood up, and Max gave him a thumbs up as he followed the nurse back into the office.

“Nervous?” She asked, smiling over her shoulder as they walked. 

“A little,” Billy admitted, looking at the ground.

“I get that,” the nurse said, “I was scared to death when I got mine out when I was younger. But it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. The worst part is right now, when you have the time to worry. But it should only take about an hour and then you’ll be good as new.”

“You get commission pay if you give that pitch to all your patients?” Billy asked, his heart racing as he was finally shown into a room.

“If only,” the nurse said, smirking at him as she set his file down on a countertop and began to pull on a pair of gloves. Billy sat down in the chair and began to drum his fingers on the arm rest, trying his hardest to calm down. The nurse said it was a simple procedure, and that this was the worst part right here, so he didn’t have anything to worry about. But he couldn’t help the way he began to sweat as the nurse started setting tools out on a metal tray, each one looking sharper and more painful than the last.

“Okay, are you Billy?” Another voice called as they whisked into the room. It was the doctor or dentist or whatever that was going to be doing the surgery, and Billy felt his lungs getting caught in his throat when he saw him. He didn’t look mean, in fact, with his dark hair and short, round body, he looked like a big teddy bear, but still, the fact that he was going to be cutting Billy’s mouth open still gave him the willies. But he managed a nod, and the man smiled, so he tried to force himself to relax again. 

“Good! I’m Dr. Hartford, I’m going to be doing your procedure today,” the man said, picking up Billy’s file and opening it. “Okay, so it says here that you’ve got all four of your wisdom teeth that need to be extracted, all of them impacted, so we’re gonna give you a bit more anesthesia than normal just to make extra sure you don’t feel any pain. We’re not gonna put you completely to sleep, but you’ll be kind of drifting in and out while we work, so you might remember some things, but most of it you won’t. Like I said, it shouldn’t take long, and then after we sit you up and make sure you’re alright, we’ll send you home. Did anybody come with you today?”

“Y-yeah, my friend and my sister, b-b-but I’m not so sure this is such a good idea anymore, uh,” Billy felt his legs jiggling a little as he began to sit up, panic taking over, “I think, uh, I just gotta think this over a little more before we start cutting my mouth open, so-”

Billy tried to get up, but the nurse laid a gentle hand on his shoulder and slowly pushed him back down.

“I know you’re nervous, Billy, but I promise, nothing bad is going to happen. You won’t even know it when I start, you won’t feel a thing, and it’ll be over before you know it. Do you need a minute to get yourself calmed down before we start?” Dr. Hartford asked, his voice still soft and calm as he smiled sympathetically.

“Yes, please,” Billy mumbled, his fingers trembling where they laid on the arm rests. 

“Okay, Casey and I will be right back. Is there anything else we can do to help you relax?” Dr. Hartford asked as he stood, putting Billy’s file back on the counter.

“Um, yeah,” Billy said, trying to swallow down some of his nerves, “Is it okay if my friend came back here and sat with me, just until I’m put under? I know with my sister it’s probably a no because of her wheelchair, but can I have Eddie here?”

“That’ll be fine. You take a moment to calm down and we’ll bring him back, alright?” Dr. Hartford said, then he and the nurse, Casey, left the room. 

They returned a few minutes later with Eddie in tow, allowing the two boys a few minutes by themselves before they went back in to start prepping Billy for his procedure.

“They said you wanted to see me,” Eddie said as he sat down on a chair next to Billy, taking his hand and squeezing it.

“I don’t wanna do this, Ed,” Billy practically whined.

“I know you don’t, but you kinda have to. Besides, once they knock you out, you won’t feel a thing. And like I said, I’ll be right here with you the whole time. Then Max and I will take you home and take care of you. It’s gonna be fine,” Eddie said, leaning over and giving Billy a quick kiss to help calm him down.

“You promise you won’t leave me?” Billy asked.

“I promise. Now, can I tell the doc that you’re ready to go?” Eddie asked, flashing another bright smile to make Billy feel as safe as possible.

“I guess. Let’s get this over with,” Billy said, rolling his eyes as Eddie went to go get the doctor. He and Casey walked back into the room, both wearing surgical gloves and masks as they began to get some things ready behind Billy. Casey came over and put an IV drip in his arm, Billy having to squeeze his eyes shut and grip Eddie’s hand to even let her near him. He would deny it until his dying day, but he whimpered as the needle finally poked into his vein, and Eddie had to talk to him like he was a little boy again to keep him from hyperventilating. 

“Okay Billy, we’re gonna start the anesthesia now,” Dr. Hartford said, “Now, just breathe normally, and it’ll be over before you know it. Just try to relax.”

Billy really didn’t remember much after that, just like the doctor said would happen. He had a couple of vague memories of the doctor or Casey asking if he was okay, a few snippets where he saw gauze or a tool hovering over his mouth, and an inkling of time passing by, but other than that, nothing. The only thing he knew for sure the entire time was that Eddie was still there, holding his hand just like he said he would. 

The first real memory he had after the procedure was finished was of Eddie still holding his hand as the doctor helped him sit up, telling him to take his time to get his bearings before they tried to head out. The memory was fuzzy, though, and his head was still kind of floaty, so much so that nothing even felt real, it felt more like a dream. He could vaguely hear Eddie talking to the doctor as he tried to piece together why his face felt like a puffer fish, but he didn’t catch much. That is, until Eddie helped him get to his feet and keep steady as they walked out of the clinic.

“How’d it go?” Max asked as they walked out, trying not to giggle at Billy. He looked like a chipmunk with a nut allergy.

“Good. He’s still loopy from all the drugs, but he should be fine by tonight. At least, that’s what the doc said,” Eddie replied as he leaned Billy up against the van so he could dig out his keys and help Max into the backseat.

“‘M sleepy,” Billy butted into the conversation, the gauze in his mouth muffling his words, “Wanna go t’ sleep.”

“Okay, baby, just wait a second,” Eddie cooed, finally getting Max into her seat and folding up her chair to put in the back. “Why don’t you sit in the back on the ride home so you can stretch out and relax, okay?”

“M’kay,” Billy said, letting Eddie help him into the back. He laid down on the seat with his head in Max’s lap, and he closed his eyes as Eddie got back up front and started the car. When he opened them again, Max smiled down at him, combing her fingers through his hair to keep him calm, but Billy took one look at her and burst into tears.

“Billy? What’s wrong?” Max asked, “Are you in pain? What’s happening?”

“What’s going on back there?” Eddie asked, glancing back at them through the rearview mirror.

“I-I jus’ love ya s’ much, Max,” Billy blubbered, tears falling down his cheeks like waterfalls. “I don’ tell ya ‘nuff, b’t I love ya t’ pieces, ya silly little bug.”

“Aww, Billy, I love you, too,” Max said, doing her best not to bust out laughing. Billy was never very expressive about his affection in words, more so in actions, so it was normally like pulling teeth (pun fully intended) to get him to say something like this to her. But right now, he was so delirious that he was just saying whatever was on his mind, and it was adorable.

Billy was in and out of sleep for the rest of the ride home, dozing on Max’s lap for the most part, but every so often waking up to say something or make a noise. At one point, he woke up as Bohemian Rhapsody began to play on the radio, and he began to sing along to it as best he could. Eddie almost crashed the van from how hard he laughed at his boyfriend’s antics. He really put everything into that performance, and he conked out again right after.

As they were driving back to the trailer park, Eddie saw a Wendy’s drive thru, and he and Max decided to stop for some lunch. Billy was still asleep in the backseat, but Eddie knew he’d probably be hungry when he woke up, so once he ordered his and Max’s food, he ordered him a chocolate Frosty as well. 

“Where are we?” Billy asked just as Eddie pulled forward after placing their order.

“We’re in a drive thru. Max and I were hungry, so we decided to get Wendy’s,” Eddie responded, inching up just a bit more. As Billy started to cry again. His face was still blotchy from the last time, and Eddie swore he could feel his heart melting a little as Billy sniffled.

“What’s wrong now, Billy?” He asked.

“Those doctors stole m’ teeth,” he whimpered, “How’m I gonna eat?” 

Max couldn’t help herself, she started laughing this time, having to hold Billy's head on her lap so she wouldn’t jostle him too much. He could still tell she was laughing, though, and it only made him cry harder.

“‘S not funny, Max!” He said, trying to shove her hands away, but only succeeding in pawing at the air.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry,” she continued to giggle, but trying to get it under control.

“And don’t worry, Bill, you still have your teeth, they only took the ones you weren’t using anyway,” Eddie tried to reassure him, “Besides, we got you a Frosty. You don’t even need teeth to eat one of those, so it’s all gonna work out fine. Does that sound good?”

“Uh-huh,” Billy said, Max helping him to sit up as Eddie started handing them their stuff. He gave Billy his Frosty and a spoon and Max helped him to eat it, having to wait until he was a little more awake to let him eat it by himself.

When they finally got back to the trailer park, Billy was still out of it, but at least he was awake enough to make it inside without needing too much help. They went over to the Mayfield’s trailer and, once inside, Max kept Billy entertained until Eddie could make him a bed on the couch. He couldn’t help but laugh as Max tried to keep him occupied by reading him a book, but he kept taking the things in it seriously, as if he and Max were having a real conversation. At one point, Eddie had to chase after Billy before he could get outside, since he thought Max was telling him about her dog that ran away, and he thought he had to go out and try and catch it for her.

“I gotta go catch the yellow dog,” he’d said when asked where he was going, and Eddie had to make Max put the book away lest Billy actually manage to get outside and end up hurting himself. 

Finally Eddie had finished making him a bed, and he helped him take his shoes off so he could lie down and relax for a while. As soon as Billy’s head hit the pillow, he was out again, and Eddie and Max were glad for the break. They turned on the TV and relaxed in the living room, making sure that he was alright as he slept through the afternoon. Eddie only woke him up twice, once to help him take some medicine and once to change out the ice packs strapped to either side of his face. Other than that, he let him sleep as much as he wanted.

This only became a problem a couple of hours before he woke him up to eat something, when Billy began to talk in his sleep. It was still muffled from the bandages, and because he was asleep, it only became further slurred, but he and Max could still make it out if they tried hard enough. 

“I c’n’t help ya if ya don’ fill out the right form!” He insisted with his eyes closed, making Max smile a little.

“What do you think he’s dreaming about?” She said, suppressing a giggle. She knew Billy was in pain and still high, so she didn’t want to make fun of him too much, but she was only human, and Billy was rarely ever this funny.

“Having some kind of office job, I guess,” Eddie said, smiling a little at the thought. Billy would be the cutest office worker ever in his opinion.

After that, Billy was quiet again for a while. Max had gone back to trying to learn how to crochet (she might never ride her skateboard again after what happened to her, so her therapist had suggested trying to learn another hobby) and Eddie had gone back to making a batch of Uncle Wayne’s famous vegetable soup for them to have for dinner. He’d needed to run across to their own trailer to get something for it, and when he’d come back into the living room of the Mayfield’s place, Billy decided to pipe up again.

“Awwww shit, here comes pencil man,” he said, and Max couldn’t contain her laughter this time.

“What?” She said, though she knew Billy was asleep. Still, this was the most out of pocket thing he’d said all day, and she couldn’t help but find it hilarious.

“He’s gonna send off the penis rockets,” Billy explained, as if that made any more sense. Max was full-on cackling at this point.

“The what?” She asked again, tears starting to stream down her face, “Who is pencil man?”

“Max, stop talking back to him. I know it’s funny, but he needs to rest. Just let him sleep, quit messing with him,” Eddie said, though he was on the verge of laughing, too.

“Yeah,” Billy chimed in, “Pencil man will fuck you up!”

After that, neither of them could help the way they laughed. They had no idea what he was talking about, didn’t even know if he knew, but it was hilarious. Unfortunately, they laughed loud enough to wake Billy up, so Max had to find another way to keep him entertained again until Eddie finished with dinner.

After they ate, Billy laid back on the couch and stayed mostly quiet as they watched a movie on TV. The drugs were starting to wear off at this point, but he was still a little delirious. Finally, the sun had set and it was getting late, so Max wheeled herself off to bed and left Eddie and Billy sitting side by side on the couch as another movie started after a commercial break. It was some kind of romance movie from the 40’s or 50’s, Eddie really wasn’t paying that much attention to it, but Billy seemed invested, so he left it on.

“Hey, c’n I tell ya a secret?” Billy asked at some point, just as Eddie started to drift off himself.

“Hmm?” He asked, sitting up a little straighter to try and fend off the exhaustion.

“Ya see the way she’s lookin’ at ‘im?” Billy asked, pointing at the TV screen. Eddie squinted at the picture, then looked back at Billy.

“Yeah?” He asked, not quite understanding where he was going with this.

“She’s lookin’ at ‘im like that cuz she’s in love,” Billy said matter-of-factly. “

“Uh-huh,” Eddie said, still confused, but deciding not to question it.

“Yeah,” Billy sighed, settling back down on the couch. “I think ’m in love, too. With Eddie. That’s m’ secret. But ya can’t tell ‘im, ‘kay? I wanna tell ‘im myself s’metime. Jus’ not yet. So ya gotta promise t’ keep it a secret.”

Eddie smiled so wide his face hurt as Billy said all this, his cheeks feeling as warm as the summer air outside and his heart fluttering like a deranged moth to a lamp.

“Okay, big guy. I promise,” he said, kissing his cheek gently as Billy went back to watching the movie. After all, he loved him, too.

Billy was pretty much back to normal by the next morning. His face was still swollen and he still needed help taking his medicine and keeping his bandages clean, but he was no longer as silly or dazed as he was the day before. Max was a little disappointed, but she was glad that he was getting better. Still, she couldn’t help but still giggle as she thought of some of the things he did and said the day before. Especially as she recounted the events to Billy himself.

“Oh my gosh, it was so funny!” Max said as they ate breakfast the next morning. Eddie had slept on the floor by the couch the night before just in case they needed anything, so he’d gotten up early that morning to make them breakfast, too. Poor Billy couldn’t eat anything solid yet, so he had to choke down oatmeal that was so soggy, it was more like grain soup.

“I’m glad my being in pain amuses you, Maxine,” he said, it coming out a little clearer without as much gauze in his mouth.

“I didn’t mean it like that! I just meant that you were so high you had absolutely no filter. And then you started talking in your sleep and I swear, I died!” She said, still giggling as she ate her toast.

“She’s just trying to get your goat, baby. It really wasn’t as bad as all that. Although, some of the things you said really were funny,” Eddie said, smiling at him sympathetically and leaning down to kiss him on the forehead.

“Yeah, especially when you started going on about pencil man!” Max said. Billy just gave her a confused look, blinking at her like an owl.

“Who the fuck is pencil man?” He asked, completely lost. Eddie bit his lip to stifle a chuckle as he tried to explain. Max just laughed so hard, orange juice came out of her nose.

[foxymoxynoona]

++ also I saw you're doing dribbles for your anniversary! I didn't look at the list yet, but can you do something with wisdom tooth removal (feeling inspired by my current situation lol).. Perhaps with amended couple👉🏼👈🏼 I love me some JK and Bella. If not, that's okay ofc. I enjoy anything you write!

I know this is sooooo far after your wisdom tooth removal but hopefully it's a funny little reminder that you did it and you're done and you don't have to do that again 😅

Story: Amended Characters: Jungkook x Isabella CW: references to surgery risk, language

Isabella couldn’t help the nerves in her stomach as she walked through the front doors of the oral surgeon’s office. She’d been told over the phone that everything had gone well, and wisdom teeth removal was hardly the riskiest surgery, but it was still surgery and Jungkook had still been put partially under for it, and she’d spent the whole time trying not to think about that time he’d been fucking shot in the head. He wasn’t going to die during wisdom tooth surgery. The odds of that were super super low. She’d already been the unlucky statistic too many times to lose her husband this way! The universe owed her. This better be the cleanest fucking wisdom tooth removal surgery ever.

The call from reception telling her all was well and to come take him home had been a the first wave of relief. Isabella hadn’t gone far, just down the road so she could pace out her nerves in a bookstore instead of in the waiting room. She’d nearly chewed through the straw of her iced coffee. She was back within minutes to hang onto every word from the receptionist on his status and care. To Jungkook, she would be easy and cool and confident so he could feel comfortable trusting her with his care, but to the nurse she was openly nervous.

“He’ll be fine,” the nurse assured her. “The surgery went well and you can call us with any questions if his recovery doesn’t seem to align with what I’ve said.”

Isabella nodded. She’d cared for her wounded husband before. She could do this. It was just the location –stitches in his gum sounded so much harder to care for than the stitches on his torso and head where she could keep them well bandaged and see recovery with her own eyes. Plus they���d heard every range of recovery story from their friends; it turned out wisdom teeth removal was one of those things just about everyone had an experience they were eager to horrify you with. Dry socket, infection, chipped shards that accidentally got left behind. She shuddered and thanked the stars she had zero wisdom teeth, even if Jungkook had a field day teasing her about her lack of wisdom. She suspected it had been his way of handling his own nerves anyway. His eyes had been very big and his mouth very quiet back during the consultation when all the risks and care had initially been laid out.

“You can come on back, he should be awake enough to get him out to the car with the wheelchair.”

Isabella nodded but wondered, if he needed a wheelchair, how was she going to get him from the car to the house with all their stairs? She hadn’t thought of that. She might have to make him comfortable on the futon in his gaming room until he was able to shuffle up on his own legs. That was something they ought to think about. Maybe they should install a ramp…

The nurse wheeled the chair into the room ahead of her but stopped short. Isabella had to lean around her, half out the door, to see what the obstacle was. 

No obstacle, but the empty chair seemed unexpected.

“He’s gone,” the nurse answered before Isabella could ask the question on her tongue: where is he? “Is this the right room?” Isabella backed up so the nurse could check on the door, her confusion obvious. A paper slipped into a plastic shield read ‘Jeon.’ “Um.” 

Isabella’s stomach dropped. “What do you mean ‘um’. Where is my husband?”

“One moment please… Mr. Jeon?” The nurse stepped quickly around Isabella and for a brief moment of hope, Isabella thought that meant she had remembered something important. She’d left Isabella’s unconscious husband somewhere else, somehow, that was all. 

But when the nurse hoofed it up and down the hall, calling again, “Mr. Jeon?” and speaking quickly with a nurse at the other end of it, Isabella understood: Jungkook was missing.

“What the fuck?” she hissed. “Jungkook!” she called, joining the search. She wasn’t as worried about not disturbing other patients as the nurses were, she wanted to know where her husband was! She called into empty exam rooms and stuck her head into the bathrooms. “Jungkook, where are you?”

“I’m so sorry, Mrs. Jeon. I don’t understand, he was just waking up, he shouldn’t already be mobile–”

“Please just find him,” Isabella said, voice terse but she tried not to be unkind. “I’ll check this way.”

“That’s the staff rooms.”

Isabella didn’t give a shit what the rooms were. She knocked on the staff bathroom and opened the door, no one in it. She checked the coat closet and a supply closet.

She shoved open the door to the staff kitchen/lunch space, just the regular sort of set up like Isabella had at her own work: a sink and some cabinets, a dishwasher, a microwave, an old fridge. And standing in front of that open fridge, as if trying to decide what to eat for lunch, was her dear husband.

“Jungkook, what the hell are you doing?”

He turned slowly, like he was moving through water. His speech was garbled and difficult to understand with his mouth numb and full of gauze. Isabella couldn’t believe she could understand him at all. “It’s about lunch time I guess.”

“Babe, it’s not– it’s going home time. You just had oral surgery.”

She could see immediately in the unfocused haze of his gaze that he was not fully awake yet, the nurse was right about that at least. Apparently that didn’t mean he wasn’t mobile. She took his arms and shuffled him away from the fridge so she could close it. His cheeks were adorably puffed out, lips dry and cracked, the skin around them a little irritated. His eyes narrowed into that smug grin but his mouth itself barely moved as he spoke; she could see the gauze tucked into his cheeks like a sleepy hamster. A trail of drool leaked out and he didn’t notice.

“Heeeeey.”

“Hi, baby–”

“You’re good looking. What’s your name?” he slurred.

Isabella’s shoulders sagged with her sigh of amusement as she wiped the drool away with her sleeve. Of course Jungkook would be that kind of anesthesia patient.

“Isabella Jeon,” she answered, nudging him towards the door. “I’m your wife.”

“Whaaaaa? Damn…”

“Koo,” she laughed. She pressed her hand to her forehead. “God you scared me, wandering off.”

“Think it’s lunchtime– wanna date with you–”

“You can’t eat anything right now. You just had your wisdom teeth out. Let’s get you home, ok?”

“I’m going with you?”

“Yeah, you’re going with me.”

A nurse let out a gasp as they left the lunch room, “Oh! Thank god, you found him.”

“Heeey,” he said to the nurse.

“Oh my god,” Isabella rolled her eyes. 

But Jungkook just asked, “Didju know I have a wife?”

“Yes, Mr. Jeon. A very worried wife. Let’s get you into a wheelchair now and out to your car so your lovely wife can take you home.”

“Raaaad, man.” He said something else Isabella couldn’t hope to understand. She wished she was recording this to tease him later but couldn’t be bothered, she was too shaken by his disappearing act and just wanted him home. He would just have to believe her. She and the nurse helped him ease down into the wheelchair, no fuss.

“He took the ice packs off, does he still have the gauze in? Ok, let me get him wrapped up with the ice packs again and I’ll wheel him out for you.”

Isabella took Jungkook’s hand as they waited through this. He seemed unbothered with anything, his hand warm but largely limp in hers. She thought he dozed off again as the nurse tied the ice packs back in place. He looked like a pitiful cartoon character. His head sank forward on the ride out to the car. She darted ahead to unlock and open his door.

When she turned to help him from chair to seat, she saw his eyes were cracked open again.

“Hey Bella,” he said, apparently remembering her now. “You got a nice ass.”

“I… what?”

“Ass… it’s nice…” 

“Ok Romeo, let’s get you home.”

She shared a look with the nurse, who just smiled, “Everyone comes out of the anesthesia differently. Trust me, I’ve heard much more explicit things than that! The wandering is a new one though… he about gave me a heart attack!”

“Me too.”

She thanked the nurse, bit back any report about maybe not leaving patients alone like that, and slid into the driver’s seat. It looked like Jungkook had dozed off again and she worried about him swallowing or choking on the gauze still packed in but it seemed unbudging. Overall he was rather pitiful looking, swollen and chapped like that, drooly. She was glad the surgery was behind them but eager for him to get to feeling better soon too. Watching someone she loved go through pain or discomfort did not get easier with time.

“All right, baby,” she sighed, stroking back some of the hair sticking out from the icepack wrap. “Let’s get you somewhere you can sleep off the rest of this shit and I’ve got medicine and smoothies and tv shows ready to go.” His hand slid forward over hers resting on his thigh,

She could see the smile in his eyes, even through the haze. Despite the lack of consonants, she could understand him basically on intonation alone. What a funny thing to learn. She hoped she never had to do it again.

“Hey pretty girl.” He blinked at her and cleared his throat and squeezed her hand. “Where we going? It’s a date?”

“Home.”

“Niiigh,” he said. Nice. And then closed his eyes and dozed off again. She patted his leg one more time, felt her stomach settle to have him back in her care, and put the car in reverse. “Hey Bell?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m hungry,” he said, then promptly began to snore.