#black anesthesia mask

[sonicstreak5344]

[lamboraven]

I've been fascinated with anaesthesia since I was a teenager, movies like Coma

The thought of the mask, strapped tight and gas flowing through the hoses, a valve clicking with each breath

and the rebreather inflating, in and out, until they decide I need help and squeeze the bag, pushing more gas in

til I can no longer breath on my own. The mask comes off and an airway - Gaudal, LMA, whatever I can tolerate

is inserted and the hoses are re-attached and I know the control is no longer mine, that someone else is breathing for me and choosing what I breath.

In and out, til oblivion takes over.

Heaven

I've felt alone with that for years, and now I feel part of a community who get it.

I'd love to talk to others about it, and would love some DMs of how it makes people feel, how they fantasise

[anonymous-existences]

Chapter 15 : Red Painted Metal Walls

JL is planning how to Save Danny whilst also Dismantling The GIW and everything else as fast and logical as they could. Danny on the other hand is not doing Okay. [Danny-Dante-Centric Chapter] TW: Depictions of Vivisection, Child Abuse, Child Murder(does it count if he revived again and again??), Torture, Gore/Organs

Enjoy Pookies, also a cheeky side story 🤭

[𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢'𝚜 𝙺𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐]

[𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙸𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚎, 𝙴𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 14, 11:45 𝙿𝙼]

"October 14 2XXX, 11:45 PM, Agent K Recording, We have successfully subdued By that of Agent A and Agent B respectively by Park Row, Gotham. Today we are here with The ecto-biologist Experts that of Doctors Maddie and Jack Fenton and the Specimen of Today's study. P H 4 N 7 0 M - 0 0 0 A , the most powerful of all Ecto-Sc— ehem... Ecto Species also commonly known and named as Phantom thus we will be referring to it as such for easier use. Agent K out." he reports to the Recorder and Hands it to Maddie for Later use.

Jack sets up a camera to record the experiments though film, "October 14 2XXX, 11:47 PM. I Am Ecto biologist Maddie Fenton here to educate you about Ecto - Specimen PH4N70M - 000A also known as Phantom. Here We present Phantom. He takes the form of a Little Boy around the age of 12-13 but do not mistake such creatures as a child. It's possible that they're older than any of us despite their appearances." She says preparing the Medical Surgical Tools in the side.

Phantom's face had a cover on it, a black tinted glass mask that's lodged deep into his skin. A collar that looked too tight in his neck. Danny was confused. Where am I? He thinks to himself and notices he couldn't move. His body felt too heavy and weak to move an inch of his body making it hard to know where he is. All he could see was the metal ceiling... Metal?—

Danny screams as Maddie opens his chest with a scalpel in a Y incision, it hurt so much. He begged them to stop but they continued. His Screams being blocked out by the mask on his face.

Please Stop, Please. Please

Please Please please Please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please Please PLEASE PLEASE STOP IT! IM BEGGING YOU. IT HURTS. քʟɛǟֆɛ քʟɛǟֆɛ ₱ⱠɆ₳₴Ɇ ₴₮Ø₱!!

'H̴̢̫̟̜̼͊͋̽̇̅͌̈̀͘̕̕͠G̷̨̛̓͒̽̐͐̈́̓̔́̄̉̀̄͌͌̚G̷̡̨̨͍̣͚̯̮͚͎̯͔̟̙̑͝K̸̜̙͌͌̓͐̆̈́͋̅̏͋̈̊̋͑̃̕͜͝Á̵̢̛̰̻̥̎͝Ä̶͔͖̩́̊̈̄̄A̸̢̢̰̻̲̬̲͕͚̲̯̤͚̗̩̋Ā̵̛̟̻͉͈̟͇͈̫̰̫̟̞̜̦͒̈́̒͑̀͗̇́Ä̵̢̨̱̩͓͎͕̹̬̮̦͔̦̮̥͙́͊ͅĄ̷͉͇̖̳̥͕̲̲͖̮̈̈́̋̋́̓͊̾͆́̈́̎͘͝ͅA̴͎͔͈͗͠A̸̧̳̦̞̋̾͌̈́͌͠A̴͚̭̪̝̜̫̭̥̺̙̱͕̼̞͌̆̈́̅̈͋̆͑̅̂̒̏́ͅA̵̧͇̣̣̩̗̹̦̟͗̚͜Á̶̝̺̤͓̥̖̰̩̩͎̖͜Ȃ̸͉͔͙́̌̏͌̓̒̅̄̀̋̀̔͘Ą̷͉͕͇̻̲̣̤̼́̃̍̽̎͐͂̿͝͝Ā̴̠̼͍̙̲̩̠̙̩̩͔̋̈́̊̔̊A̶̺͍̪̍͛́̋A̷̧͓̣͕͚̝̩͠Ą̴̻̝̀͊̇́̒̌́̉̀͌͠Ạ̴̧̭͎̹̖͖̻̟͔̯͕̗̹͑̿̊̔̈́͋͘͠͠ͅA̶̡̡̞̘̗͓̺̣̝͛̽̈̈̈͂͜͝A̴̳͉͚̳̰̪̼̣̣̓̆̅̋̊͝ͅ!!!"He Screamed.

Despite that it didn't stop Maddie Fenton from Dissecting his Organs, Taking them out of his body carelessly without anesthesia.

"It seems the specimen can mimic the feeling of Pain, the screams of a child and such... But here we must remember this is all to try and deceive us." She said bluntly as she blatantly ignored all his corrupted pleas of pain, begging her to stop, begging her to let him go. Telling her it hurt, telling her to stop.

Asking.

Begging.

P̸̥̻̯̫͖͈̀̌́͊l̴̅̈́̿̃͆ͅë̶̢̲͔̜͆̽͝ą̴̫͓̺͂̒d̸̢̻͒ȉ̶̜͍̣n̸͔̹̂͗̀̕ͅg̷̫̰̀̈́̽̕.

His tears rolling down his cheeks, soon he lost the ability to scream out any further as he ran out of breathe, losing consciousness due to the intense pain of this Torture they are putting him through.

Please... Stop.... It hurts so much.

Jazz... I miss Jazz... I miss my Big Sister....

[𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 16 , 12:48 𝙰𝙼, 𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙸𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝙴𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗]

Dante was with Superman, Batman, Flash and Wonder Woman who insisted on coming with the Bat. Jason as well as he fully trusts his lover to not let him get harmed inside this facility. "Inside this... Is where many ghosts and Other Ecto-Entities Are Confined. I can't get in without you heroes." Dante says with a scowl as he dragged his bat through the ground.

"Fright Knight can't as well." Dante stated and glanced at Fright Knight settling his mare beside a tree and heading back to him to stand behind him, Fright Knight still made the heroes feel scared but Dante reassures them it's normal and Fright Knight is just Really the Embodiment of Fear. And that scarecrow is nothing compared to him. Fright Knight looked proud of that statement taking it as a compliment, Jason personally found him cool and chill as his horse also liked Jason, Robin also was very fond of the Knight's Mare and the Mare liked the two immediately which Fright Knight was Pleased with.

"Flash you will evacuate all Ecto-Entities inside the Facility as soon as Superman forces the Facility Open, I will be looking for the little Daniel, Wonder Woman you make sure not a single worker in this facility gets out, Knock em out cold. Do not kill unless absolutely Necessary. Superman you assist Wonder woman and Dante and... Jason..." Bruce looks at the two lovers.

"I do my own thing. I will kill Big Bat, I don't make promises such as "no killing" that's not me. That's Danny." Dante laughs with an ear to ear smirk and Fright Knight also Hummed in amusement as if ready to slay those in his way. "Flash you also make sure that any weapons against ecto-entities will be deactivated at once if you find the source of it's power." Bruce stated ignoring the Uneasiness in his chest with his heart pounding at the thought of the Little Daniel having been tortured... A 13-14 years old child. Only monsters do that. He thinks to himself and scowls.

"On it B!" Flash Says Enthusiastically as Superman Forced a Hole in the Thick Facility Walls, Dante walked in immediately and Fright Knight Guarding Beside him and Jason Following with his guns and a Bat That Dante had gifted him. Bruce took a deep breathe and without hesitation stepped inside the Facility Floors.

[𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝙿𝙾𝚅]

Dante was happy, he beat the Agents Up with His Bat and His Lover Jason, they bonded over this Mutual Causing of Violence and Chaos whilst in the distance no Agent could even come closer to Fright Knight as They threw them around as if they're mere bugs which Dante thinks they are. He says sorry to Jazz in his Mind as she would have been disappointed to see this but he also knows she would support it considering the current situation. But then Dante barely dodged a glowing green Gunshot from Someone. He turns his head to face them.

"Maddie Fenton." He glared at Maddie who was holding a gun with Precision and Kept Shooting at him, "Ecto-Scum, PH4N70M - 000C." She states and she looked at him as if he was an animal, it ticked Dante off and Glanced at Jason, Jason got the hint and Backed away to Fright Knight to keep himself safe as Dante Wants him to be. "It's been a while Maddie. Now where is... Where is my Phantom." He glares at Maddie with Poison Laced in his tone, growling underneath his words, pure aggression in his body language.

"IT'S whereabouts is none of your concern, not when soon we will be the one to personally terminate you." She states with a blank but perceptive Expression, "We?" Dante asks curiously soon saw the Hunk of a Man Charging at Dante. Dante threw his bat on the wall and Wrestled With Jack Fenton. Jack Fenton was a Physical Threat, His movements were to cause as much damage as possible but still precise and Large Aim due to the Man's Size. "I will protect my Wife from you." Jack glared at Dante as he pinned Dante on the wall with one Arm.

Jack jumped back as Dante heats his body up clearly getting Pumped up, He laughs amusingly and combs his bangs back and Tying up his hair with His Abilities. Soon Red And Black Rings former Around Dante and Jason Blushed Unexpectedly at Dante's Real Form cuz Damn, that's hot, those muscle definitions wants to make Jason have a Boner but surely he shouldn't do it right now as he's busy with Killing other Agents.

Fright Knight seemed more pumped up than Before, He laughed in excitement, "Now the Banquet of Blood Shall Rein High in this unpleasant Facility." Fright Knight says Excitedly as Dante Laughed and Wrestled again with Jack Fenton, Jack Was Trying his best to dodge the Fast and Hard Blows Dante was Dealing towards him, Maddie assisting him with her now Amazing outstanding aim managing to Hit Dante once in the arm which gave Jack an Opening to Send Dante flying to the Wall.

Dante recovered within mere seconds, the Dust Fog covering his Body but not his Presence and His Piercing Crimson Eyes that Screamed "Murder and Blood", Pure Bloodlust Painted across his face with his unnaturally Wide Grin. He laughed deeply, a growl under his Amused Tone. Dante charged at Jack again but As Jack got into a defensive stance Dante went Intangible and Went through him and Tackling Maddie to the Wall nearly lodging her deep in the Thick metal walls, Jack Grabbed him and Threw him at the wall to check up on his wife but Dante's Recovery to the situation got faster and he sent himself back at Jack who somehow successfully blocked his Blow.

Dante laughed as the two Fenton's fought hard against them with Ease but now they're at a disadvantage as Maddie's Injuries causes her to miss much more often. Dante looked as though he was bored now and then he clawed Jack's Chest And Dug his claws deep as Jack Grabbed him again and threw him away, Jack coughed up blood and Maddie Yelled out his name in worry but Before she could run to her husband Dante out of nowhere plunged his Arm right through her chest, holding her still beating heart.

She coughed, slowly her eyes was drained of it's life as Dante pulled out his arm out of her chest and she fell to the ground bleeding out the rest of her Insides. Dante slowly walked over to the Weakened Jack, jack still tried to Fight Which Dante Regrettably Found Admirable about the Man, although an idiot he was strong... Such wasted Potential.

Dante grabbed the Bat he threw to the side and Dragged His Bat hard and thorough towards Jack's Wound in his chest, Causing him to cough up more blood and fall over to his back, Dante grabbed a Crowbar he pulled out of his chest and hit it on Jack's Head Until it lodged into his visible Skull, his brain guts spilling out as Dante Huffed and Laughed in Victory as he has finally gotten his revenge on The Fenton's he so loathe. Such hatred was much stronger than his hatred for Vlad. (Who is now still legally his adoptive Father)

Dante opened his mouth unnaturally Wide and ate Maddie's Heart, he licked his blood tainted lips and Pulled a towel from his chest to wipe the blood off his hands and Walk over to Jason. Jason was stunned and Fright Knight was also Bloody as he has been given permission indirectly by Dante to kill the agents without hesitation. Both Ghosts were pleased with their Bloodlust Being Quenched and Dante Kisses Jason's/Red Hood's Forehead and Caressed his cheek Carefully and Gently.

"You don't hate me right Ba—" Dante was cut off by Jason's coughing, "That was so hot to be honest—" he Stated and Clearing his throat, still in shock and Dante merely laughed in amusement as his lover didn't hate him for what he's done. Jason stared at his chest and even poked them still cooing over his Muscles and Everything as if Jason doesn't see it everyday when they're taking a shower together.

But that's just another story for another day as that's their private life.. but then again he found Jason's admiration of his Body Physique Relatable as Dante also Coos Over Jason's Ass whenever he can so it's a win win for both lovers.

[𝙱𝚊𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚗 / 𝙱𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚎 𝚆𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎 𝙿𝙾𝚅]

"I found Daniel James Masters... Or Danny..." he mutters over the Comms as Flash was Finishing up with Letting and Freeing the Ghosts from their Containment and Them heading instinctively to the Ghost Mare which now made sense on why the terrifying Fright Knight Left it there.

Bruce Cradled the Child's Body in his arms Gently, he had wounds that had looked fresh but also healed at the same time, his hair Pitch Black with white in the undercut, The Kid was Pale with Constellation Like Glowing Green Freckles Adorning his Innocent Face, a Muzzle that had no holes and a Too tight collar connected to the collar with odd beeping and possibly an electric shocker also lodged deep in his delicate pale skin. His body was Thin, his body too light for someone his age, he looks... He looks so much like Jason when he first... In... Just like in that Warehouse...... Bruce thought as his heart cried and ached at the sight of the nearly dead - half dead kid Infront of him, It made Bruce want to break into tears.

He slowly stood up carrying the Child through the now Red Tainted Halls, Ignoring the Bodies that surrounded him presumably the people Dante had Massacred out of Revenge, His Breathing Hitched as he continued to stared at the cold bodied child in his arms, cradling him softly as he caught himself humming a soft lullaby as he saw the Kid's unconscious expression soften at it, Bruce's Gaze Softens as he Carries the child out of the Facility, the other ghosts being taken care of by Fright Knight but Some checking up on Phantom, they called him their Precious Prince. Their Source of Purpose and Existence In the Ghost Zone or Infinite Realms as they liked to call it.

Dante although being covered in the blood of others did not stop the Younger Looking Ghosts to Stick to him, calling him King Regent, they thanked him, tears forming in their delicate small eyes as they thanked the Heroes which made The others want to tear up as Fright Knight Led them towards a Portal that eerily resembled Lazarus Waters. Just purer and much Cleaner.

"Thank you! Please have a long life!" The younger ghosts Waved Happily at them, the animal Ghosts running into through the portal as soon as they saw it manifest.

"Thank You sir speedster!"

"We thank you all!"

"Please live long!"

"We love you!"

"Thank you for stopping our agony!"

"Thank you Avenging us!"

Although The heroes were used to being thanked by people but it was not the same feeling as when an already Dead Child... Thanks them for Avenging them... Children that was already dead who had to suffer another hell because of Humans that were still living. Thanking them for Freeing their souls. It made Wonder Woman's Heart want to cry out but instead she waved them off with a hearty yet Pained smile.

"Don't worry! We'll make sure there's no more victims in the future!" Flash reassures the ghosts which made the older ones smile softly at them with pained but relieved expressions tainting their wounded Faces. They too muttered a small yet more silent and calm Thank you as they passed through the Portal.

"What will happen to them now?" Superman Asks holding back tears. "... Pass on. They will pass on to a better life or they will willingly live in the ghost zone in their afterlife until they Decided to take the route of Reincarnation." Dante says and sighs in relief, he smiles softly which contradicts what he looks like right now which is a bloody Murderous Mess. He looked at Bruce then at his hands, "you carry him for now. Let's go." Dante states and the Other Heroes Nod as they are now heading off back to Gotham to get Danny some rest and Also for Dante to be able to Contact Frostbite and Help out Danny's Weakened Core.

He will let Ember and the other ghosts deal with the Souls of the Facility... He knows they'll make them burn. Burn in the fires that is of hell where Walker will force them down to Lucifer Himself. Much to Lucifer's Demands he cannot really stop the superior fuckers that is The Ancients and the Orders of the King Regent, 'Sassy Gay-Like Zesty Bastard' Dante thinks to himself thinking of the King of Hell Lucifer but right now he will just focus on The Future Ahead of Danny, It was not the most pleasant. He'll go into Operation WWJD. What would Jazz Do? Would she comfort Danny? Totally. Would she Console Danny? absolutely. Would she suggest he go to therapy? Maybe. Maybe he'll also get therapy from one of the Yeti's but that's for another Day.

His rant thinking was interrupted with Jason leaning his Head On Dante's Shoulder as they sat in the backseat of the BatMobile as Dante had accidentally lost his keys to his Bike which pissed him off enough that he also destroyed the bike much to Jason's Delight. Danny was in his arms, breathing steadily as Dante slowly fed him his ectoplasm through their Fraid Bond, also Dante did not have purest Ectoplasm it was the best he could do At the moment, Feeding Danny was a Priority in his list, second to getting Danny to Frostbite for Medical Care.

Dante smiles, Bruce looked Calmer and Relaxed, the tension in his body had faded as soon as he got Danny Safe and out of the Facility. Dante has a slight hint of guess that Bruce might want to Adopt Danny which is totally fine for Dante because atleast he's Vlad's Legal Son and He won't become his Lover's By Law Brother cuz that would be weird. Today was wonderful nontheless.

Atleast now he has Danny Safe Again and Maybe being with the Wayne's would make it safer with the boy... All he wishes now is His Baby Brother's Safety and Jason's Safety out of everything else. That was all he needed.

His family to be safe.

SIDE STORY (Vlad/Clockwork):

"Daddy! Daddy! Dante is coming back home with Dan—" she walked into the room abruptly and stunned as he saw a shirtless Clockwork Pinning down her Father on his bed who was also Shirtless.

"Hello there little Ellie, I did not expect you to come here!" Clockwork says calmly, "Oh Butter Biscuits— ELLIE—" Vlad says panicked but Clockwork kept his hands pinned down, "your daddy and I are busy... Playing Adult Stuff... How bout you play outside with your friends from school?" Clockwork says with a smile.

"Okay!" Ellie says Enthusiastically as Clockwork bribed her with a candy and a wad of cash she can use to spend with her friends, much to her friends Denial and Insistentence that she not give them money they can't stop her. Ellie soon Promptly walked out after finishing counting her Pocket Money.

"Now where Were we?" Clockwork licked his lips teasingly As he bit on Vlad's Goddamn Neck. "Mercy." Vlad pleads bluntly with a flushed face and Clockwork looked like he thought about it for a moment. "Maybe. Maybe not, my Plasmius." clockwork said with a cheeky fucking smile, his tone was teasing but also Daring.

Someone Save Vlad (/J)

Side Story Made me Blush 🤭🤭☺️☺️

Hope y'all enjoyed (THIS IS SO DELAYED ONG—)

[specialmedicalcentre]

Kezia's Anesthesia

The operating table was harder than she thought it would be. They look padded in the photos, Kezia thought.

She sat on the end of the black vinyl table, legs uncomfortably hanging over the edge. It was smaller than she imagined it would be, too. How was she going to fit? The gown they put her in was loosely draped over her, and she was acutely aware of it being open in the back. All she wore were her panties. The room smelled of…plastic? Maybe rubber. Everything felt alien to her.

"We're almost ready, Kezia," Nurse Farah touched her gently on the shoulder. "How are you doing?" She smiled. It was hard to see anything besides her eyes, as she was dressed for surgery with a mask and pink cap on.

Kezia shrugged her shoulders. "Okay, I guess." She tried to smile back, and her lip quivered a little. Her heart was pounding.

"Dr. Kim will be here any moment, and then we'll get started."

Kezia watched Nurse Farah continue to bustle around the room, getting things ready. She was gathering things that Kezia had no idea about. Despite the fact that it was all supposed to be for her comfort, Kezia felt nothing but anxiety at everything she saw. Wires, tubes, bags…ideas swirled in her head.

The other nurse - Kezia didn't know her name - turned on a machine up on a stand that had wires attached to it. It beeped and the nurse started typing things into it. She saw her name flash by.

Kezia L.; F, 25; 55kg; non-paced; Adult w/EKG…

She took a deep breath, and her body erupted in goosebumps.

"Yasmin?" Nurse Farah called quietly to the second nurse, and now Kezia knew her name. "Set up for SpO2 and BIS as well."

Nurse Yasmin nodded as she pressed buttons on the machine. "Got it, ok." Subtly, and for the briefest moment, Nurse Yasmin glanced over at Kezia.

Kezia was lost in her thoughts, watching Nurse Farah arranging a long, clear tube, when the door to the OR opened with a sudden sound. She turned to see a compact, slender woman enter dressed in green scrubs. Kezia was struck by how she immediately seemed to command the room. She strode right over to the table.

"Hello, Kezia," she said, but obviously didn't extend her gloved hand. "I'm Dr. Kim, and I'll be your anesthesiologist today. Ready to take a nap?" Her curt grin barely showed behind her mask. She had beautiful eyes; light brown, with long eyelashes.

"Hi." Kezia said. She had trouble getting anything else out. "…I…" She stammered.

"Don't be nervous, Kezia, we'll take great care of you. It'll be easy - all you have to do is sleep." Dr. Kim turned to Nurse Farah, briefly. "We ready?"

Farah nodded. "All set, Doctor."

"Great, let's go."

The room seemed to shift into action at Dr. Kim's word. Nurse Yasmin begain collecting wires and hoses near the machines and Nurse Farah came to Kezia. "Let's get you laying down, honey. Just scootch back a little…there, that's it. Now lay back - here, your head goes right on this cushion." Kezia, guided by Farah, found herself laying back on the operating table, her legs still dangling. The vinyl was a cold shock against her backside, which was bare except for her panties. She stirred in response. "Oh, is it cold?" Farah smiled. "It'll warm up quickly. Now your legs, here we go."

Before Kezia could respond, the nurse deftly adjusted something, and two padded legrests were swung into place. Oh, that's how that works, Kezia realized. They jutted out in slightly angled directions from the table, and were the same color as the table vinyl. Farah helped Kezia lift her legs and get them onto the rests. Soon Kezia was laid out flat, her legs slightly spread on the padded legrests. She was surprised - it wasn't as uncomfortable as it had been. Maybe it was meant to lie on, not sit on?

As Kezia was getting settled into place, Dr. Kim moved to the wall behind her where a touchscreen allowed her to bring up Kezia's case. "Okay, Kezia, so you're here because of persistent cholecystitis, is that right?"

Kezia was busying herself with trying to settle into position. She unsuccessfully tried to look up behind her, over her right shoulder. "Um…what?"

"You're having gall-bladder surgery today, is that right?" Dr. Kim clarified.

"Y-yes, that's right." Kezia spoke to the ceiling, unable to turn her head to see Dr. Kim. Her head was cradled in a weird little foam cushion. She felt awkward.

Kezia heard Dr. Kim tapping on the screen. "And how are you feeling today? Any discomfort, any issues?"

Kezia tried to think clearly. "No, but…I had pain yesterday. None today."

To the side, Kezia saw Nurse Yasmin approach her with a blue something in her hands. She spoke softly. "Hi, Kezia, I'm just going to put this cap on to keep your hair secure, ok? It might feel a bit crinkly." Yasmin stretched the elastic headband of the bouffant cap over Kezia's hair as Kezia shifted her head to let her fix it in place. The material crinkled audibly as she lowered her head back on the contoured head cushion. The look on Kezia's face caught Yasmin's attention. She smiled down at Kezia. "Oh, that’s just the cap making that sound, sweetie. You won't notice after a while."

The cap started out cool against Kezia's forehead but began to warm right away.

Dr. Kim continued. "Abdominal pain? Or, somewhere else? Any trouble breathing? " Her questions were rapid.

"No…uh, abdominal. Like, here," she touched her left side, under her breast. And no, breathing is…ok." Almost unconsciously, Kezia took a deep breath for effect. The cap crinkled in her ears.

"Mmm-hmm. Okay, no allergies to meds I can see…" Dr. Kim trailed off. "You've recently complained of intestinal discomfort, any diarrhea recently?"

Kezia blushed. God. "Oh. Ah, yesterday. Yeah, some…diarrhea." She didn't know where this was going, and she couldn't help blushing.

"Farah," Dr. Kim spoke in a different tone. "I think we should prep for flatus bag if we can do that."

As Farah spoke, Kezia turned her head to the left to see her. "Ok. Want to start without first?"

"Yes, that's fine." Kezia had no idea what they were talking about.

"Kezia," Dr. Kim leaned in enough for Kezia to see her directly overhead. "Do you have any questions for me?"

Kezia tried to clear her throat, and all she managed was a squeak. "I've…never…you know, gone under before. The, the mask, it's kinda - I dunno." Kezia heard the nurses moving around. "…needles make me really nervous." She managed, finally. Her heart was pounding, and she could swear they could hear it in her voice.

"I understand." Dr. Kim nodded, and looked up briefly at the nurses. We'll take this one step at a time, ok?" Kezia felt herself nodding. "Let’s start with something easy — let's get the pulseox on you so I can see your oxygen levels." Again, Dr. Kim looked up.

Kezia heard Nurse Farah. "Yas, go ahead and start." Nurse Yasmin was standing to Kezia's right side; behind her was an array of machines and readouts, all with wires and tubes attached.

"Kezia," Yasmin reached behind her, picking up a small something with a wire attached. Touching Kezia's hand, she said "I'm going to put this on your finger, ok? It doesn't hurt - just a little squeeze." Kezia held up her hand at Yasmin's gentle touch, and a white plastic clip squeezed her finger. It glowed with a weird red light. Just as she lowered her hand, a soft beeping sound came from somewhere to her right - it was in time with her pounding heart. And it sounded fast.

"98, HR 85." Yasmin said.

"Mm-hmm, thank you." Dr. Kim responded. Kezia heard her tapping on the touchscreen. "Can you also prep IV, please?"

Yasmin appeared to look over at Farah, who was on Kezia's other, left side. She looked back down at Kezia. "Kezia, sweetie, I'm going to get you set up with an IV. It'll be quick, ok?" Kezia nodded. "Okay. First I'm going to…"

"Gown first." Nurse Farah gently interrupted. "Kezia, let me get your arms out of this, okay, honey? That'll make tings easier. Here we go." Nurse Farah helped slip the gown off Kezia's arms, deftly unclipping and replacing the pulseox monitor. Instinctively, Kezia drew her hands in to cover her breasts. "Here, let's cover you for a bit." Nurse Farah arranged the gown as a sort of sheet, covering up Kezia's chest and leaving her arms free. "There we are."

Nurse Yasmin smiled; she had turned away from the table to grab a small tray. "Okay, right! First, just let me put this one here…" Awkwardly, Nurse Yasmin wrapped a soft blue strap around Kezia's right arm, tightening it uncomfortably. "Just want to find a vein, sweetie." She palpated Kezia's forearm a bit. Despite her fear, Kezia couldn't help but watch. "Great," Yasmin said, seemingly satisfied. "Now, I'm just going to swab you with alcohol first. A little cold." Yasmin pressed firmly on the skin of Kezia's arm, wiping several times. In her other hand, she held a long tube that Kezia couldn't see. "Okay, Kezia, just a little pinch now, okay? Here we go. Deep breath."

Kezia tried to look at the ceiling. There was a light there, and some other things hanging over the table…"Ow!" She yelped. She was surprised to find that she almost felt she was about to cry. There was a sharp pain and a longer, searing burn as Yasmin inserted the IV cannula.

"All done." Still pressing down on the site, Yasmin started to apply medical tape, securing a short tube to Kezia's arm. She covered the IV site with a clear bandage and connected a clear tube to it that dangled off the table. "Just leave this still, sweetie." Yasmin unstrapped the blue tourniquet from Kezia's arm and turned away, busying herself with something else. Kezia stared at the IV site, where a clear tube exited the tape, and several other thicker tubes of different colors dangled.

Nurse Farah saw her staring. "All good, Kezia?"

Kezia looked to her left, where Farah was standing. She had a blue package in her hand. "It's…it's my first IV. So weird."

Farah smiled. "I'm sure a lot of this is new, honey. You're doing great. Isn't she, Dr. Kim?" Farah looked up to the anesthesiologist, who was still tapping away on the digital chart.

"She certainly is." Dr. Kim didn't sound as enthusiastic as Nurse Farah, Kezia thought. Maybe she was in a hurry. "Farah, BP, please."

Farah moved toward Kezia. "Right here. Okay, Kezia, let me put this on you." She unrolled the package in her hand to reveal a bright blue long blood pressure duff attached to a hose. "You know this, right? Just a BP cuff. Here, lift your arm for me, honey." Farah deftly slipped the cuff under Kezia's arm and, pulling it snug, flattened the cuff to the velcro strip. She smoothed it firmly on Kezia's arm and routed the hose underneath. "There; just relax and let the cuff do the work." She smiled again. The cuff was a distinct feeling on her arm; odd, but not unfamiliar. She felt it brush against her breast. "Yas, could you…" Farah trailed off.

"Hmm?" Yasmin looked across Kezia at Farah. "Oh! Of course." Turning to the bright screen behind her, Yas touched part of it and the cuff stirred into life. With a distinct whirring from somewhere, Kezia felt the cuff tighten around her arm. She couldn't fight the urge to lift her arm up.

"Oh, honey, just relax it, ok?" Farah gently guided Kezia's arm back down onto the table as the cuff continued to inflate. "There."

"Mmph." Kezia grunted involuntarily. She could hear the velcro straining as the cuff reached its limit.

"Too tight?" Farah asked. Kezia nodded, staring at the distended cuff. Her arm felt swollen. "It might be the first time, honey. But you're a healthy girl and that should relax over time." The cuff began to deflate, in steps, clicking and hissing as it released her. She felt the blood rush back into her arm as something on her right beeeeeped. For the first time, Kezia saw her pulse jumping on the screen, a little blue line pulsing with every blip of the monitor. Below that line a pair of big numbers appeared.

"131/90." Farah said, out loud, to the room.

Kezia heard Dr. Kim from behind her. She was sitting down, now; her voice was closer to Kezia's head. "Let's give her a bit. Kezia, try to relax. Deep breaths. You're doing great. Farah, let's get the EKG going. Resp as well, please."

"On the way." Farah said, curtly. "Okay, Kezia, now we're going to get you set up on the EKG. Ever have one of those?" Kezia shook her head, her anxiety building. With the BP cuff, the IV, and the pulseox, she already felt like a medical experiment. She couldn't imagine any more. "Well, I'm going to place some stickers on your chest so we can see what your heart is doing. Okay? Just a few little pads. Now…I'm going to have to remove this for now, honey." Farah motioned to the hospital gown that was still partially covering Kezia's chest.

"Umm…why?" Kezia was getting a stomachache.

"Honey, the EKG goes on your chest. Don't worry, now, it's just for a minute, okay?" Farah touched Kezia on her bare shoulder.

"O…okay." Kezia managed. Farah gently lifted the gown, bundling it up as she lifted it off Kezia's body. Kezia felt the air of the OR wash over her chest and abdomen; as her toplessness flashed into view, she closed her eyes. She still had on the panties she dressed in this morning, but she felt completely exposed.

"Yas," Farah asked. "Can you hand me the EKG, please?" Kezia opened her eyes. Yasmin dangled a loose set of wires across Kezia's body. At the end of each wire was a white square patch. "These are the electrodes, honey." Farah held one up for Kezia to see: a soft square sticker with a wire snapped onto it. Kezia watched as Farah peeled the backing off one. "Here," she said. "I'm going to stick this one down on your shoulder." She pressed the electrode to the skin of Kezia's shoulder, just above the BP cuff. It was cold, almost as if it was wet - but it wasn't. It stuck there, Farah rubbing it down in brisk circles. It felt weird, and Kezia was keenly aware of the wire pulling against her skin as Farah arranged the rest of them.

In about a minute, Kezia had electrodes all across her chest, under her breast, and just above her pantyline. They felt like extra layers of skin, and she felt the cold wires draped across her body. She was almost too terrified to speak. "There we go, Kezia, you look great. See? You can watch your heart beat." Farah pointed across her body to the vitals monitor, where Yas was pressing buttons. Kezia saw three green lines jumping and pulsing across the screen; they made little spikes as the electronic sounds of her pulse echoed in the room.

It was fascinating. Just to punctuate the moment, the bp cuff whirred into life again, startling Kezia.

"It's okay, honey - it's going to do this every five minutes." Kezia audibly moaned as the cuff squeezed her. After an eternity, another beeeeep.

"There we go. 127/85." Farah said, the distinct sound of satisfaction in her voice. "Coming down."

"Good," Dr. Kim spoke up from behind Kezia. "How's her EKG?"

Farah rattled off numbers that made Kezia dizzy to listen to. “HR 82. No PVCs, looks good. ST segment normal, QT…360.”

"Ok, I think we're ready to go." Dr. Kim said, finally.

Kezia breathed carefully, feeling the electrodes tug at her skin all over. She was acutely aware of her body and the things that they had attached to her. "Am…I ok, Farah?" Her voice caught in her throat. She was embarrassed that a tear fell from the corner of her eye; she felt it roll back behind her neck, lost in the rustling plastic of the bouffant cap.

Farah leaned over and touched her arm, right where the BP cuff ended. Her hand was warm. "You're doing great. We're almost there." She winked, then looked across Kezia at Yasmin. "Hand me the BIS, would you, Yas?"

Nurse Yasmin produced another thing connected to a wire; this one looked like a long piece of thick tape with lines and shapes all over it. Farah peeled off the backing, and Kezia realized it was another thing they were going to stick on her. "What's that?" She asked. She held her body very still.

Farah held it up for her to see. "This is called the BIS sensor, honey. It tells us how deep you're sleeping." She moved towards Kezia's face. "I'm just going to press this riiiiight on your forehead." And she did, rubbing it lightly just above Kezia's brow. She could feel it when she wrinkled her nose, and the weirdness combined with the rustling of the bouffant cap, which was starting to feel warm and humid against the skin of her scalp.

Something beeped. "BIS 99." Farah said.

"Okay, Kezia," Dr. Kim spoke from Kezia's blind spot. "We're going to start with sedation now. Are you ready?"

Kezia could see Farah smiling at her. She took a deep breath, and after a moment's delay, she answered. "Okay…I'm ready."

"I'm going to put a mask over your nose and mouth, and this will just be some oxygen for now, ok?" Kezia saw Dr. Kim's hand lowering a black mask with a surprisingly thick hose attached. There was an overwhelming scent of rubber, and then the mask was on her before she could think of protesting. The edge was a soft seal against her face and a cool breeze seemed to fill her nose and mouth. It was utterly alien, and she could feel everything attached to her body. Just as a test, she wiggled her fingers and tensed her muscles. She felt the cuff, the electrodes, the wires…

"Breathe normally, honey," Farah said, watching the monitors. "Resps 20. Deep and slow, Kezia. You got this."

Kezia tried to slow her breathing. Something beeped to her right, and her cuff inflated again. "129/85." Farah said, when it was done.

"Still ok." Dr. Kim said. "Kezia, now we're going to put some medication into your IV, ok? Just something to make you feel relaxed. You might feel warm up your arm as it goes in." At her right, Kezia could see over the edge of the mask that Yasmin had a syringe of something. She felt the nurse press against her IV site, and then there was a burning feeling - but just for a moment. Her arm felt warm.

"It's warm." Kezia said, under the mask, but it came out almost unintelligible. Now her chest was warm, too.

"You're doing great, Kezia." Dr. Kim said. "BP, please." There was a beep and her cuff inflated again. Kezia felt weird, detached. The cuff wasn't as tight as it shoudl have been. She started to feel heavy.

"123/75." Someone said.

"That's the midazolam, we'll watch that. Fent is next. How are you doing, Kezia?" Was that Dr. Kim talking?

"…kaaaay. Mmm." The mask started to smell sweet. That was weird.

"Fent going in." Maybe that was Yasmin. Kezia felt a brisk cold rush in her arm, then her head spun. "Getting a BP." Whirr. Squeeze. Beeeep. "115/68 now."

"Ok, let's watch that. Should come up a bit." Then something she didn't really catch. "…okay, you can cath her now."

"Kezia, honey, I'm just going to remove your panties now, ok?" Farah was right at her left ear. Kezia felt like she was on the table with her, she sounded so close. "We need to put in a catheter to make you comfortable, ok?"

Kezia wasn't sure how to argue, she felt light-headed and she couldn't really focus. But she wanted to scream. She thought she shook her head but she wasn't sure. "ohhh…no, naaaa…" she trailed off.

"Just relax, Kezia, deep breaths." Dr. Kim was still there? Kezia felt the mask press a little firmer. Kezia's eyes swirled around the room.

From somewhere way below her, Kezia heard Farah. "Okay, Yas, Foley please? Thanks. Watch her legs." Louder, she said, "I'm removing them, honey, here we go." Kezia felt the cool room air on her crotch, and her panties slipping down her legs. She couldn't fight. Her legs were lifted slightly, the nurses bending them at the knees.

There was a shuffle of sensations connected only by the place they were occurring, just in the region of Kezia's pelvis. Cool wipes, soft fabric, gloved hands…then the abrupt piercing weirdness of something going inside her.

"Aaaaaa." Was all Kezia could manage.

"Almost there, Kezia, you're doing great." More quietly, "…okay, balloon up, we're in."

Kezia felt like she was peeing, and she moaned softly in sedated panic. The cuff again, and a beep.

"122/83. Looks great. BIS 71."

"Okay, last of the meds now, Kezia, you'll be sleeping soon." Someone touched her gently on the forehead, almost like they were brushing her eyelids. Were her eyes closed or open? She couldn't really tell.

"Prop going in - go slow, Yasmin." Kezia's ears started to ring, and she felt her cheeks flushing. She breathed slowly, methodically. The machines beeped and whirred, the cuff squeezed, and her pee ran down a tube and into a bag.

As she was winking out, she thought she heard one last thing. "…sanitary…rectal tube…okay, roll her…"

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DRIFTED ✦ SIMON GHOST RILEY

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✦ about: after yesterday’s incident, simon is there for you. at all times. even when you try to push him away :(

✦ content: afab reader, fluff, panic attacks, inaccurate medical terms xd, pining, violence mentions, no mask , hospital, no mentions of y/n

✦ a.n: part of this story is based on my personal experience, #definitelynotprojecting

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

WAKING up in the hospital wasn’t what confused you the most, it was the weight of something, rather someone, in your arm. you felt your head dizzy, remembering yesterday’s events.

you were unconscious for the most part, but you do remember simon threatening the doctors they took care of you in that moment. simon was very panicked and angry, he couldn’t believe someone could do that to you, let alone a man.

he was desperate knowing who he was, so, he asked lily. lily was indecisive if telling him the story, i mean, she has no idea what’s your story with simon, you never told her he was your boyfriend soon to be husband

“look, i just remember they met in a meeting or something like that, i never saw her happy with him, it always seemed like she was just trying to move on about someone” simon felt a pang in his chest. he never knew anything about how you dealed with the breakup, he went away for as long as he could.

“the bastard started controlling her, and it was hard for her impossible to break up with him, the night she came from a long work trip, she found him in her flat, angry as hell. trying to force her to go move in with him and leave her work”

simon remembers how passionate you were while learning languages, being a translator was your dream, you just loved languages. he was happy to know you were still doing it :)

“the psycho tried to force her and started pushing her around, trying to take her out of her flat, i arrived just in time, i called 911 and they took him out of her flat. since there was no proof of him hurting her, police couldn’t give him a restriction order”

simon felt anger boiling up to him, how dare someone tried touching you like that?

an hour later, the doctor came out, telling simon your hip was fractured, the doctors managed to solve it, all you needed now was fisio therapy. and lots of rest. doctor said you would have a limp for a while when you walked, so you would need help while walking, simon ears perked at that, he could be near you now.

you were still unconscious, the anesthesia they gave you was hard on you. you were okay though, but simon didn’t think for a second he would leave your side.

he slept next to you that night. “i’m s’ sorry love” he said in a small whisper “i thought distance would b’good too, should’ know i needed to fight harder for you.” simon took a deep breath

“maybe then, you wouldn’t be here” knowing you dated this bastard, trying to move on, made him feel a bit guilty inside.

as you opened your eyes, your eyes moved to your left, you saw simon, his head on your arm, and his hand holding yours. you felt heat rush to your cheeks. he looked so peaceful like that. you always loved sleeping next to him, engulfed by his big arms, you always slept like a baby next to him :(

you slowly moved your other hand, and moved it to simon’s hair, soft as ever, making small patterns on his hair. you stared at him for what it felt like forever. maybe they were 5 minutes, but you really appreciated seeing simon again.

you felt when simon woke up, he was awake a while ago, but he wanted to feel your hands on him his muscles tensed up, and his hand tightened on your hand. the way he moved his head to look at you, made your cheeks even redder. he had this lazy look, his hair a mess, but his eyes held something when he looked at you. “love? you awake?” his deep voice made your thighs clench unconsciously, it sounded way too good.

“yes” you said breathlessly, simon sat up and started stretching, he was clearly in a very uncomfortable position, his black shirt moved up a little bit, making you see a clear outline of his abs. your face was a tomato at this point

“i’ll call the doctor, love” that nickname was making you feel things, how come in less that a minute he’s making you all flustered? you thought you moved on!

after 5 minutes of a medical check up, the doctor explained what happened to you, and of course, you felt the tears threaten to fall. you try hard to keep them inside, but it was really hard, you felt ashamed with yourself:(

lily came back after an hour of being in silence with simon, a lot of thoughts were spiraling on your head, where is he? is he at the police station? will you be safe in your home?

lily brought you a change of clothes, doctors gave you the heads up, but you need to come here every once a week for fisio. your sweater covered most of the bruises the bastard left you, making you less uncomfortable. being around simon in this state was making you feel weird.

as you tried standing up on the bed, your left leg gave out, making you almost fall, but simon’s hand was on your waist, firm on there, making you blush again, his hand felt so good around you you almost forgot your leg was hurting you .

he effectively caged you in between the bed, you didn’t dare to move your eyes, you were sure his lieutenant stare was on you right now. but you were so close to him, you could feel his muscled chest and his breath.

you saw simon moving to his side after a long minute, and move his left arm up, signaling you to grab it. you started waking out of the hospital with him, it felt weird, you were still processing the fact that he was here, and now you were waking with your arms intertwined?

you thought lily would be picking you up with simon, but turns out, simon brought his car, a jeep, when? god knows, but it was really good looking. simon helped you up, once again feeling his hands around your waist, so lovely. he helped you buckle up, again really close to you. all of this was making you confused. neither of you said a word.

the ride home was awkward, for simon, he didn’t know what to say, you didn’t say anything, and you, you were feeling shame, a lost gaze on the road. simon saw that and felt his heart clench, he didn’t like seeing you sad.

the elevator to your flat was not working, so, simon the oh so gentleman decided to carry you “wait! no simon, it’s okay, you don’t nee-!” he was carrying you bridal style, his big arms carrying you, one holding your waist, and the other your legs, you just hid your face on his chest.

simon smiled at that, it was so easy getting you flustered, and he must admit, he really missed having you in his arms.

by the time you were inside your flat, you just told him you needed to go to the bathroom.

you needed an excuse to get away from him, it was really shameful, not seeing each other for 2 years and now, he sees you a mess, not even able to walk correctly.

so many thinking made you start hyperventilating, not realizing, and a small sob made your way up to your throat.

simon, obviously, heard that, in less than a second he was on the door “love? you okay?” you heard simon outside making you cry now. you couldn’t see him right now.

“open the door love” simon said softly, he felt the need to hold you, that’s what he did everytime you cried

“no simon, please, just go” you said defeatedly, you had no control over your mind right now, and you didn’t want to hurt simon’s feelings.

“please, baby open the door” his soft voice made you weak, oh his soft voice that was only for you. you opened the door slowly. simon saw you, holding to your dear life on the bathroom’s counter. it was clear you couldn’t stand good by yourself.

“love” simon said approaching you, you just shaked your head, all the emotions of yesterday creeping up on you right now. “no, simon, please” sobbing, you seriously didn’t want him to see you like that

“you’ll hurt yourself like that, please let me help you” simon walked slowly to you, you just held his arms strong, still shaking your head, suddenly simon hoisted you up in his waist, taking care of your leg of course.

he got you up in the counter, and stood in between your legs “simon” you whimpered “what’s wrong huh? you don’t want me here?” you shaked your head, the exhaustion and all the emotions of yesterday and today was making you dizzy “it’s not that” with a small breath you looked at him on the eyes “i don’t like you seeing you seeing me like this, i feel ashamed, you stayed up all night with me on that room, and i appreciate it a lot, but i don’t to want to be a burden to you” you said in between breaths.

simon was confused for a second, he’s seen you cry a lot, you’ve cried on his arms, sobbed uncontrollably with him, why would you feel ashamed of being like this in front of him “simon, t-the situation” you took a shaky breath “that you saw yesterday, i, i don’t know how to explain it, i’m so ashamed it got like that”

“baby, hey look at me” his big hands cupped your face “i’m here for you okay, i know there’s been a lot of distance between us, but i’m here now ok?” simon put his forehead with yours, you were so close to him now, and the need to kiss him was strong, you thought he would want to leave.

“i, i don’t want to bother you” you said lowering your gaze to his chest, but simon just moved your head to his eyes “you are not a bother to me at all love” said simon smiling, and you surprised him by putting your arms around a him, hugging him tightly to you. you had your arms around his waist , and your face on hidden in his neck. simon felt warm inside, taking a second to react, he put his arms around your waist like he used to and pushed you tighter to him, you felt at peace with him, feeling his arms rub small circles on your back.

maybe it was a mistake breaking up with him, but you have him back now,

maybe the universe is giving you another chance, and you won’t let it miss

“come on baby, you need to rest” simon said carrying you to your bed. you tightened your hold on him when he dropped you to your bed, making simon make a small laugh “please you koala, you need to rest” simon was in between your legs again, with his forearms next to your head “stay here” you said almost slurring, the meds were clearly messing with your head right now, “i’ll be here, you don’t have to worry”

5 minutes later you laid fast asleep in your bed. lily arrived to your flat later, and saw simon going out of your room “hey, the police told me he’s under investigation and arrest, but i don’t know for how long” simon saw the worry in lily’s eyes “i’ll keep her safe, let’s hope for the best yeah?”

it was now simon’s duty to keep you safe, he won’t ever let you go again. ♡

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

hello hello! how was this?? i hope it was interesting, like i said fluff is my thingy, so, expect this to be really fluffy hehe.

i like the drama, but also the comfort, sooo, expect another dramatic chapter again hehe

hope you liked it!! part 3 on the way!

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SCREAM ! | GHOSTFACE WAKATOSHI X READER ( AGED UP ! )

warnings ! ౨ৎ : angst, fluff (?) , murder

a/n : I made this short (kinda) cause I rushing sadly 🙂‍↔️

You started to panic as you saw the mask that has been haunting you for years it tried to break into the storage room with a shiny kitchen knife so sharp enough you’ll skin would bleed as it touched your skin.

You hide under a tart blanket as you hear the door shatter and falling down creating a big thump that could be sounded all through the house.

You froze under the tart as you felt feet scratching the floor with the boots, you felt them getting closer and closer as you heard thumps of madness.

FLIP!

You felt the air from the outside chill on your bones as you heard the tart flow up and seeing black cloth flowing with white mask.

You felt your leg snatched away from the ground you were laying on in zip like you felt nothing like anesthesia.

You felt softness as you got pinned down from hands, not gloves, soft but also rough hands touch your leg before feeling fabric rip off your leg touching 0.05 of your skin causing a little cut burning.

You curse out loud as you fully feel the mini scrap. Then you feel the moment of pain in your chest crying outloud.

“FUCK!” You shove the masked person down with your feet leaving the full in knife in your chest.

Sobbing, you start to crawl out trying to keep the knife in without out anymore bleeding out.

You yell as you felt grip come down below of your feet.

You start to try smacking him. Taking off the mask.

Your hands drop as they become motionless and fall to the ground. Your eyes feeling heavy.

Your tears fall as you see one last time.

“Ushijima… I love you”.

Your last words uttering out of your mouth.

Lasting thing to see. Or to hear.

“I love you too…”

[mixreality]

"Good girl"

My inner psychopath can't handle it anymore, so... there it is. English is not my native language! So sorry for mistakes!

Asa Emory with Fem!Reader who becomes his little puppy.

A bit of NSFW in the end

You love animals so much! In your spare time, you work part-time as a dog walker. It was a sunny summer day when HE saw you walking in the park surrounded by several four-legged barking creatures, jumping around, asking to throw them a toy.

Your big eyes, your smile, and your pale (or dark), clear skin glowing in the sun. Perfect. A perfect one to his collection. He's been watching you for quite too long… It's time for the little dog to learn her place…

Asa would be mad at himself it if there was even a single mark on your beautiful body from his instruments or other stuff. So, instead of intravenous anesthesia, he has to make do with a chloroform rag that was securely fixed on your face while you slept in your room. I hope you had a good night's sleep on the way to your new "home".

A nasty white, cold light stabs you sharply in the eyes. Surprisingly, you're not sitting like Gollum in a cramped box, but lying on a creaky bed. The room looks like a mental ward… or a prison.

You want to look around and try to open the door, but something is in your way. Something cold and heavy around your neck. "A collar?! What am I, a dog?!". Right when you thought about it, the door opened with a terrible creak and a masked man entered the room. Your face read animal fear, tears began to flow from your eyes, your voice trembled and begged for mercy.

Asa slowly came closer and closer, viewing you with a kind of… pity? Salty tears leave ugly red marks on your soft skin. So bad. They need to be wiped away. He runs his palm over your cheeks, stroking your face, so caring. At this moment, you feel weirdly…

You cannot remember, how you found yourself walking down an endless halls on all fours, with a chain around your neck like a leash. How long have you been walking like that? Judging by the chafing kneepads, it's been three months for sure, maybe more. Your Stockholm syndrome is kicking in.

And, after some more time, the abandoned building is replaced by a warm house. HIS house. You're used to being treated like a dog, no, you LIKE being treated like dog. You still walk around on all fours, with a leather collar and a gag in your mouth. Good girls should be quiet.

You now have your own little comfy place with a huge cot and a cage (in case you misbehave), somewhere in the furthest room that hardly anyone goes into. When Asa is in the mood, he lets you sit at his legs while he works, or lie on him on the couch. Amazingly, his ruthlessness disappears when you're around (this doesn't negate the fact of the situation you're in).

Clothes? Why do you need clothes? A big black t-shirt and black panties and an anal plug with a tail will suffice. He likes to see your legs and the way you wiggle your ass when you walk, the way your back sags. Asa can give you a sweater if he sees you freezing (sorry, but he doesn't want to have to deal with your fever and snot😢).

"What? Don't you get enough attention? Making puppy eyes because you want more?" with those words, Asa watched you rub against his leg and whimper. "God, what am I doing?" you say to yourself, but you can't stop. Continuing to stroke your head, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his, already aroused cock. It's medium-sized, slightly thickened in the middle, with veins at the base, looking well-groomed (who'd doubt it).

"Lick it. Like a dog. And no hands." It's exciting, but you asked for it. You start at the tip, with the tip of your tongue, in intermittent motions, as if lapping up water. The longer this went on, the more confident you became just licking his cock from base to end. All the way up and down. Running your tongue along every vein. Congratulations, you really have a jaw of steel!

You've lost track of time from the pleasure. Asa's breath hitches slightly, you realize he's about to cum. Yes, your mouth and face are now covered with his seed.

"Oh, look at you, and don't say it's not enough for you. Otherwise, I'll have to punish you, very roughly." Yes. Yes, you're not enough and you want him to take you. Hard. Right now. Bad girl.

[starglitterz]

♡ 神っぽいな (GOD-ISH)

❝ look down on me behind your mask, but what are you without it? a candle barely burning can't be said to be alive. ❞

✧ feat ; dottore, gn!reader

✧ warning(s) ; toxic relationship between a weirdo and his creation, implied experiments on humans, implied torture, reader is Going Through It, overuse of em dash & italics LOL

✧ a/n ; happy february! i have been Obsessed w this man ever since playing the sumeru archon quest 😵‍💫 idk if this can even be classified as x reader but here we are ! the lyrics i used are from lyrinae's english cover of god-ish (the original is a vocaloid song by pinocchiop) bc i felt like this song rly suits the doctor JSDJKS,,, i hope you all enjoy :) !!

“you disgust me.” you spit the harsh words out, eyes narrowing as you glare at the man (can he even be called a man anymore?) in front of you. “it pains me that my most beautiful creation thinks so lowly of me,” dottore sighs exaggeratedly, bringing one hand up to caress your cheek. the tips of his black gloves are hidden razors, sharp enough to draw blood and that is the sole reason why you don't recoil from his icy touch. yet another addition to the long list of weapons he keeps on his person at all times – the doctor is strangely paranoid for one who claims to be godlike. 

you shudder as he leans towards you, breath warm against the skin you fear he’s going to scratch apart as punishment for your insolence. though dottore designed you to be pristine and perfect, you know better than anyone else that he holds no qualms about damaging what he made with his own hands. you doubt he's ever seen you as a person, simply viewing you as a means to an end in his furious quest to ‘enhance’ humanity – and now you represent nothing more than his success.

a smirk curves dottore’s lips, fangs peeking through like a wolf showing its canines as it hunts its prey, “you really are stunning…” he stalks ever closer, trapping you between his arms as your back presses against the cold steel of his operating table. you don't want to go back there. merely being in this room is bringing back a flood of memories so horrible you’re almost trembling – the doctor does not believe in anesthesia, and so you’ve been wide awake every time he carved you open for the sake of ‘improving’ you. “practically a miracle,” he continues admiring his handiwork in a low murmur, tilting his head ever so slightly as he fixes his gaze on you, red eyes gleaming wickedly in the dark. a sardonic smirk mars his features at the thought – how could you be a a gift from the gods when he doesn't even believe in them?

“get away from me.” you hiss, though there's a barely perceptible tremor in your tone – dottore is your creator, after all. it’d be foolish to go against the man who built you when he could just as simply dismantle you. “come now, don't be like that.” he coos, and the sound of his voice grates against your ears like nails on a chalkboard, “i don't bite. at least not without reason.” he chuckles at his own joke, using one finger to tug at his mouth and show off his serrated teeth – they could pierce through your skin so, so easily.

the doctor’s face is mere inches from yours as he whispers, a sadistic smile gracing his lips at your terrified expression, “scared, are you?” you swallow, willing yourself to ignore the question as you suck in a ragged breath, “i haven’t looked at a mirror since you…” you can’t bring yourself to finish your sentence. what word would you even use? after all the time you’ve spent with him, you think you just might be brainwashed enough to say he was simply ameliorating you. “and that is your loss,” dottore chuckles, his hand slipping lower to caress the curve of your neck, his thumb hovering dangerously close to your pulse point, “as i said, you're exquisite.”

you wonder if he can hear your heart beating desperately against your ribcage from fear, then you remember – you don’t have a heart. not anymore. and that makes you even more upset as you hiss, “you ruined me.” for some reason, this strikes a nerve with him, and he grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his eyes. “my darling…” his pupils are dilated, and his laugh is almost manic as he replies, “i made you better than your puny human form could even dream of being.” 

“now, you're flawless.” dottore grins, a wild, reckless look in his eyes that reminds you again just how insane he is. “all these years of experiments, of hearing your delicious sobs and pleas…” he pauses for effect, relishing in the stifled whimper that escapes your perfectly crafted mouth as you remember everything he's done to you, “it all culminated in the you that you are now.” “stop.” you beg, but it's worthless now – there's no more bite behind your words, and dottore knows he’s broken you once again. though you've long since realised you will never best him, you still argue with him whenever he brings you to his laboratory, doing your best to fight back with what little mental strength you have left – some part of the doctor wants to cut your pretty head right open to see what's ticking in there and remove the source of your hatred. 

but it matters not, for dottore will continue teaching you the same lesson as many times as you need until you get it through your thick skull. 

he created you, and you would be nothing without him.

( and if you refuse to grasp this concept, he can always create a new version of you – one that doesn't talk back so much. )

i can Never be normal abt scara or dottore,,, anyways this is one of my favourite pieces that i've ever written, and i really hope that you all like it too ! please do let me know what you think :>

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[corrupteddoodles]

uhhhh *drops this brainwash au writing and runs away*

no beta we die like lankmann in the sitcom au

After Alex came back into the Foundation, they set down their bag. For whatever reason, they survived the handoff of the archives. Lankmann had told them that when they made it back to the building, to make their way to his office.

As Alex made their way up the stairs and down the hallway, it felt like they were walking towards their own execution. Would Lankmann kill them the second they stepped through that door? Would they be fed to whatever was in Room 66? Their mind buzzed with questions.

Alex approached the door to Lankmann’s office, and slowly knocked. No answer. Alex knocked again. No answer.

Alex yelped when they heard Lankmann speak behind them.

“Mr. Williams.”

Alex turned around and looked up at Lankmann. The only feature of his face that wasn’t covered in shadow was his red , glowing screen-like eyes.

“Oh! Uh…hello there, sir.”

Alex’s legs felt like jelly. Lankmann towered over them, and when he stared them down, Alex felt so, so small.

“Good to see you back.” Lankmann said in a monotone voice. “Come with me.”

Lankmann turned around and started walking at a steady space down the hall. Alex was borderline jogging trying to keep up with him. 

They kept walking down the hall until they reached a specific, unlabeled door. Lankmann opened it, and held the door open for Alex, who with a small “Thanks”, went inside.

The room looked like something out of a sci-fi movie, the lab of a mad scientist. Various gadgets and gizmos and things you couldn’t even describe if you tried. In the center was a blocky chair, seemingly made of metal. Two caretakers were typing and looking over files. Lankmann stepped in front of Alex, and gestured towards the chair.

“Have a seat.”

Alex grimaced, but followed the order. Things were calm. Too calm. They sat down, resting their arms on the arms of the chair.

Lankmann spoke again. 

“You’re a good employee, Mr. Williams. Hard working, passionate. Willing to see things through to the end.”

Lankmann turned around, looking down at Alex.

“That’s why I’m not going to terminate you.”

Alex rose an eyebrow. In the corner of their eye they noticed the taller of the two caretakers pull out a strange, crown-looking headset, and with a loud metallic clank, large metal bangs restrained their wrists and ankles. 

Alex’s eyes widened and they felt their heart sink. They looked back up at Lankmann, who was turned towards the caretakers. They didn’t even hear what Lankmann said to them, as they were too busy struggling against the restraints.

Alex watched as Lankmann left the room and the shorter caretaker walked in front of them. She lifted their face up by the chin, and Alex noticed in her other hand was an anesthesia mask. Quickly putting the dots together, Alex fought even harder, pulling their hand out of the caretakers grasp. They pulled their arm against the metal bands keeping their arms in place.

All the caretaker did was gently grab their face again, and in a soft, gentle voice, whispered to Alex, who was starting to cry from fear.

“Easy now, Mr. Williams. All your troubles will be over soon. Just relax…”

She held up the mask again, and gently placed it over Alex’s mouth and nose, and their vision started to get fuzzy.

“…and take a deeeeep breath. When you wake up, this will all feel like a bad dream.”

Alex tried to fight against the drugs, but their panicked breathing made it so they kept breathing in more and more. They started to feel lightheaded, and after a few horror filled moments, everything went black.

They woke up in a small, concrete room. Their head throbbed and their ears rung. They sat up slowly. They were sitting on a small bed, and in the room as a dresser and mirror. With shaky legs, they stood up. This wasn’t the room they were in they…

…Where did they go to sleep again? Where was this place? Where were they? Who were they?

They noticed a small slip of paper on the dresser. A note. They picked it up and read it.

Alex Williams. Welcome to our ranks.

[i-heart-yellowstone]

26 - Hell to Pay

Part 27

Raised Fair Share of Hell

should I have the family handle Jamie now or do a long time jump so Jamie is dealt with during the Landman crossover??

Let me know in the comments below

Alissa’s pov

I groaned blinking my eyes opened hearing someone calling my name telling me to wake up from the long nap I have had after being anesthesia from the emergency surgery.  “Alissa.  Alissa, wake up.  Wake up, Alissa!” I slowly began to recognize it as my sister’s voice when I originally thought it would be Kayce’s. 

“Alana - umm - what happened.  Where’s Kayce?” I moaned, stretching out my limbs feeling the rest of my body beginning to wake up from the medicine. 

She stood at my bedside holding a purse on her shoulder.  “The surgery went fine.  You’ll need to take it easy for about two months but otherwise you’re cleared to leave.” 

“Am I going back to a jail cell until John wakes up?” I questioned her, shifting my body to sit upright in my hospital bed. 

A grin masked her face when she sat down on the edge of the bed.  “He’s awake, Alissa.  He woke up while you were in surgery.  And he’s telling what happened to the detective right now.” 

“I’m going to go home.  Are you being serious?” I gasped feeling happy tears quickly began falling down my cheeks. 

My sister nodded her head yes grinning.  “I’m being 100% serious.  The toxicology came back and they found gunshot residue on both your and John’s clothes that would only be from a gun being fired at you.” 

“Oh my god.” Covering my mouth with my hands I sobbed happy tears hearing someone walk inside my hospital room.  

“Lissa Rae?” 

Shifting my gaze to the doorway I noticed my husband standing there with tears in his deep brown eyes.  “Kayce.” I reached over removing the iv that was stuck in my left arm, scrambling to climb out of the bed. 

Alana began to panic.  “Be careful.  The doctor said your stitches can rip easily.” 

“Alissa!” Kayce whispered my name bolting across the room catching my body once I leaped into his waiting arms. 

Burying my face into his hair his cowboy hat fell off his head and onto the floor.  I sobbed into the crook of his neck crying so relieved that he could hold me in his arms again.  “Take me home - take me home, Kayce.” 

“I’m not letting anyone keep us apart ever again.” He muttered into my ear, sitting me down on my feet so we could properly hug one another. 

Two Months Later 

Stepping out onto the porch the wind blew some of my hair in my face when I walked over to my husband who was sitting on one of the porch chairs wearing his black hat and a dark red flannel shirt.  He lifted his head upward hearing someone coming up to him, when he saw it was me his face lit up.  “Hey baby, I thought you would still be asleep.  How are you feeling?” 

“My cuddle buddy left me in the bed all alone.  Plus you know we both grew up where there aren’t any weekends on a ranch.  Which means no days to sleep in.” I slumped my shoulders taking a seat beside him but he sent me a look, extending his hand out for me to take. 

Placing my hand in his he tugged me down to sit on his lap and my head ended up laying on his chest until his phone started ringing.  “Mmm I’m sorry honey - uh hold on.  Hey Detective.” 

“I just met with your brother.  You know this Sarah Atwood?” I could hear Detective Dillard’s voice so I took his phone putting him on speaker but I didn’t say a word through their conversation. 

Kayce answered his question.  “I never met her but I know of her.” 

“Do you know what happened to her?” 

Kayce asked him.  “Carjacking right?”

“No, man.  She was targeted.  Your brother is refusing to cooperate.  Does that surprise you?” Dillard informed my husband. 

Kayce shook his head no even though he couldn’t see it.  “Not really.” 

“Is the file in my left hand connected to the file in my right hand, Kayce?” 

Kayce responded back to the detective.  “Do I think my brother had anything to do with either file?  I don’t know.  Do I think she had something to do with it, yeah I think she had everything to do with it.  You know who she works for right?” 

Dillard sounded confused when he responded.  “Law Firm in New York.” 

“Who’s her client, Dillard?” Kayce questions seeing me slap a hand to my forehead thinking has this guy been living under a rock. 

“You tell me.” 

I couldn’t keep my mouth shut anymore so I blurted out the answer to the detective.  “The airport.  Market Equities!” 

“So the attorney general was having a sexual relationship with outside counsel on the development project that your father shut down.” 

Kayce added on draping an arm around my waist keeping me close to him.  “Are you starting to get the picture?” 

“I’ll start gathering what we need to build a case on him.  Tell your wife and father that I should be contacting them to verify what they remember before I push this case out to the public.” Dillard responded by hanging up the phone. 

Kayce put his phone back inside his pocket wrapping his arms around my waist bringing me closer.  “I’m thinking of calling one of my former Navy buddies who deals with Special Opts.” 

“Meaning they deal with these kinds of things or at least know people who look into people like whoever Srarah went through.” I began to put together what he was really referring to.  This had to be some black market type thing. 

He nodded his head meeting my gaze.  “If I get a specific name from one of my buddies I want you to stay back here with the kids.  Just to be safe.” 

“Sometimes I wish you weren’t the only one with specialized training.” I sighed laying my head back down in the crook of his neck until his phone vibrated and he opened an article that was written about Sarah’s death. 

He tapped my hip signaling me to get up from his lap and follow him into the kitchen of the house.  “I should show this to my sister.  Follow me - can we talk for a second?” 

Beth followed me and her brother into the main living room where he passed her the cell phone with the article opened for her to read.  “What does this have to do with our fathers attempted murder?” She handed him his phone back. 

“She was the point of contact.” My husband replied back. 

Beth slowly sat down on one of the armrests of the nearest chair behind where she was standing.  “I fucking knew it.” 

“The police will likely be circling Jaime soon enough.  This is all gonna come together to a head real quick.” 

My sister in law shakes her head. “If they arrest Jamie, he will sing every secret our  father has.  He will ruin this family’s name to save his own.” 

“There’s not much we can do.  The whole world is watching.” Kayce shook his head in disbelief, wanting to do something before things got out of hand. 

Beth rose up from the armrest staring at her younger brother.  “There’s not much you can do about it.  The best lies are 90% true, and I’m the best fucking liar.  You leave Jaime to me.” She strolled out of the room and back into the kitchen to have breakfast with Tate and Faith leaving me and my husband alone. 

It was nightfall the next time Kayce and I were in the same room together where I saw him stuffing things away in a black backpack and one of the boxes had many locks on it meaning it had to be some type of firearm inside of there by my guess.  Leaning in the doorway of the bedroom bathroom I lazily had my arms crossed over my chest.  “I need you to tell me what you’re planning on doing before you do it, Kayce.” 

“I really don’t want you to know what I’m about to do, Alissa.” He responded by avoiding my gaze. 

Stepping up to him he went to reach for the backpack until I snatched it and held it away from his reach.  “I’m not letting you leave until you tell me who you’re about to go kill.” 

“I’m not gonna kill anybody.  But I need to make sure the guy who sent those guys to kill you and my father don’t touch our family ever again.  Now please give me the bag back.” He explained reaching for it but I took a few steps backwards tossing it into the closet behind me. 

Tears welled in my eyes before I had Sven started raising my voice at my husband horrified for either of us to leave the ranch or even anyone else in this family to leave because we didn’t know who could be targeted next.  “Kayce, I don’t want you to leave me.  I don’t want you to leave this house, especially right now.  Not after what happened to two months ago.  I - it’s all I can think about every night.  I barely get any sleep thinking back on that night when those guys nearly killed your father - when one shot me in the chest.  I - please please don’t leave me and the kids.” 

“Baby, ssshh come here.” Kayce gently brought me in for a hug, holding the back of my head with one hand and rubbing up and down my back with his other one.  “You’re not going to lose me.  Okay, I promise.” 

I muttered against his chest crying heavily.  “Please don’t go - I’m scared to leave this place now, Kayce.” 

“Hey, hey, look at me.” Kayce tilted my chin up to stare into his deep brown eyes.  He wiped away my tears with his thumb.  “Lissa Rae, I know you’re afraid that if you or anyone else leaves this place something bad will happen.   But we have no choice except to make sure no one else hurts our family anymore.” 

I gripped his gray shirt in my fingers, needing something to ground me.  “Kayce -“ 

“Ssshh, honey.  You have my word that you won’t lose me.  I will come back to you and our kids.” He declares resting his forehead against mine, gently placing a kiss there before he separated and grabbed the backpack heading out the bedroom door.  “I’ll be back tomorrow morning. I promise.” Slowly sitting down on the side of the bed I watched him go knowing he would never break a promise to me. 

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[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐘 (6)

In which you're the one on the table, getting your little operation to finally free you- and equally bind you to the person you yourself chose to stay with- and yet Jungkook's the one that's most on edge.

Tags/Warnings: Mafia!Jungkook, Hybrid!Reader, mute!reader, Angst, Fluff, Slight humor, Crime and violence, mentions of kidnapping, graphic description of adult content (violence, smut, Jungkooks questionable interrogation tactics) strangers to lovers

Additional Chapter Warnings: mentions of surgery, anesthesia + aftereffects of it, nervous Kook, mild Angst, mostly fluff

Chapter Length: mid

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"She will be completely fine. I've only got her on that thing, so she's basically only on local anesthetic. As soon as I turn this off-" Seokjin taps a small tank of gas. "-she will begin to wake up again." He nods. Jungkook doesn't look up. He's got your hand in his while you're laying on the table, basically, looking around without a clue as to what's going to happen.

Last time someone was on that table it was himself- and he almost died.

"She will be a little foggy, though, because I'll have to put her on heavy pain meds the first few hours. The base of the tail is connected to the spine after all - that's a delicate and very sensitive area." He explains. "And I also doubt you'll do good seeing her in pain."

"No-" Jungkook immediately cuts in, making you look now at the sound of his voice. "-do what you have to." He says quietly.

"Alright." Jin nods. "Sweetheart, I'll put this on alright? Just keep breathing normally, even when it makes you sleepy." He informs you, and you nod, letting him put the breathing mask onto you.

It'll always creep Jungkook out how people.. loose consciousness, be it death, be it like this, or even sleep. He hates seeing people fall asleep. It reminds him too much of death.

It looks too similar.

Similar only, because people don't just fall and close their eyes. Some scream, some cramp up, others will scramble like zombies trying to survive. It's truly terrifying, even for someone like him. It never becomes routine.

But when you close your eyes, he watches. It's like he has to. He can't let go of your hand. Stays in the room, eben when Jin prepares everything around you.

"Hm, it's not old, that's for sure." The man explains as he works, trying hard to keep everything sterile. "Black market stuff though. That's not a brand I've ever seen." He mumbles around, eyes fully concentrated while Jungkook keeps staring at your sleeping face.

You don't belong in his life, and at the same time, he couldn't think of anyone who could live at his side better than you.

Maybe he also just wants to pacify himself, his inner demons that constantly nag at him about your safety.

"Jungkook?" Jin catches him, pulls him out of his thoughts. "Dont worry, nothing bad. But I'm wondering if you've seen these scars on her back?" He wonders.

Jungkook furrows his brows, shakes his head. He's not seen you naked, so how would he have seen them?

"Why?" He asks seriously letting go of your hand for a moment as he lays it next to you carefully, before walking around the table. "What about it?"

"They're surgical scars." Jin explains. "They're precise. She either had this procedure done many times, or she's been through more vile things than we initially thought." He tells the jounger man, who suddenly feels nauseous. What have they done to you?

Suddenly, your tail twitches, and you seem to choke into the mask, leg kicking out. It instantly scares Jungkook into an almost panic. "What's happening?!" He exclaims, demands, as he pulls the mask from your face. His mood especially worsens when you whimper, long, drawn-out sounds that aren't loud but will probably still haunt him in his sleep.

"I'm not sure." He scrambles, instantly fumbling to look at a monitor that's measuring your heart rate and blood pressure by the clip on your finger. "Wait- talk to her!" He suddenly demands.

"I- what?" He asks, confused before he leans down to your now pinned back ears and scrunched up face, trying to speak through your endless whining. "Hey, I'm here, you're alright." He tries to help, holding your hand again.

It all stops, almost instantly.

"My God, that little gremlin gave me a God damn heart attack!" Seokjin complains, holding onto the edge of the table.

"What happened?" Jungkook asks.

"You let go of her hand. I guess she somehow noticed, unconsciously, and panicked." He explains, as Jungkook calms down as well now.

"Let me get that chip in, though, before she wakes up." Jin mumbles after a moment. "She might notice that one, so, just as a heads-up." He sighs before preparing the device he's gonna use to push the chip beneath your skin. It's oddly almost the same as used for pets- but neither of the men think about it too much. There's some things that just won't change. Can't change. It reminds me that you're not human. Not seen as equal in society.

As soon as the chip is in, you squeak and twitch a little again, but jungkooks hands instantly try and soothe your sleeping mind. He whispers soft praise to you, holds onto you, makes sure you know he's still here.

Before he lifts your hand to his lips, uncaring of who sees him vulnerable like this as he speaks.

"Dont worry." He says, his other hand running over your head. "You won't ever be alone from now on."

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[chip193-anesthesia]

Induction

You’re sitting in one of those Barco chairs, already changed into your gown, cap, and booties.  The pre-op nurse has been over and collected her data, started your IV, and covered you with the blanket from the warmer.  I’ve been over to see you and discuss the anesthesia plan and we’ve agreed to general anesthesia.  I left your chairside for a few minutes, telling you that the room isn’t quite ready and that I’ll be back when it’s time to go inside.

 About 10 minutes later, a nurse in a green scrub dress and purple cloth scrub cap comes over and talks with you for a few minutes.  She verifies your procedure, your ID band, and a few other questions.  As she reaches the end of her checklist, I reappear, but with a surgical mask over my nose and mouth.

 “Any questions before we go inside?”

 You shake your head no.

 “Walking or riding?”

 “I’ll walk”

 The circulating nurse and I help you stand up and wrap the blanket around you.  She puts her surgical mask on and we guide you into the surgical suite and into the second room on the right.

 As you walk in, you see the table in the middle of the room, a couple of people at a table in the back of the room, one of whom is already in a sterile gown and gloves, and the anesthesia machine.  We guide you to the table.

 “I just want you to sit on the side of the table.”

 You follow the direction perfectly.  I then untie the top of your gown and open it.  I place the 5 electrodes from the heart monitor onto your back, directly opposite where you would expect them on your chest.

 “Let’s get you to twist and lay back.”

 We help you bring your legs up and then help you bring them up onto the table.  As you start to lay back, you’re just shy of the doughnut.

 “Scoot on up the table for us, until you feel my hand on your shoulder.”

 You do exactly as I ask and after a short scoot, my right hand in on your shoulder.  The circulator covers you with a heavy green sheet as I start to unsnap the sleeves on your gown.  She then places the safety strap over your hips.

 I position your left arm onto the arm board and place a strap over it.  I then attach the LR to the saline well that the pre-op nurse started in your forearm.  You feel the cool fluid entering your vein.  I take a few syringes from the tray on the anesthesia machine and turn to you with them.

 “Just a little something to help with your nerves.”

 You sigh, knowing that your heart is racing a bit – about 100 times a minute.  You then nod at me.  I take the first syringe, which you read the label as “FENTANYL 50mcg/ml”.  I screw it onto your IV and slowly start to inject 2 ml. As I finish the injection, about a minute later, you start to feel the medication helping you to calm down a little. You look a bit more relaxed, too. And your heart rate comes down into the 80s.

 I then turn my attention to getting the rest of the monitors on you.  I take the blood pressure cuff and place it on your right upper arm, then strap your arm to the arm board.  The cuff starts to inflate and get tight.  I then place the oximeter onto your right ear lobe and as soon as I do, the monitor starts to beep with each beat of your heart.

 “Ready to breathe a little oxygen?”

 As you nod, you hear me don a pair of gloves then take the black mask and attach it to the breathing circuit. I turn to the machine and dial the oxygen to 10.  You feel my gloved left hand under your chin, bringing it back just a little.  Then the mask comes into view and gets closer to your face.  As it touches the bridge of your nose, I smile under my mask.

 “Nice big breaths. That’s it.”

 I encircle your nose and mouth with the mask and hold it in place firmly, but gently.  As you breathe, the bag on the machine deflates with each rise of your chest and inflates with each fall of your chest.  After a minute or so, I bring the tails of the mask harness up and strap the mask to your face.

 I then take the second syringe which you read as “REGLAN 5mg/ml” and I screw it onto your IV and start to inject it into your IV fluid.  It takes me a couple of minutes to inject it.  You start to feel a bit drowsier.  As I finish it, the blood pressure cuff inflates again.

 I look back at the monitor and you seem to be a bit more relaxed.  Your heart rate is in the mid-70s, blood pressure looks great, and you look more relaxed than you did when I gave you the fentanyl.

 “Time for a little gas to help you relax a little more.  Keep with the nice deep breaths.”

 I turn back to the anesthesia machine and lower the oxygen to 5 and turn the nitrous to 5.  It takes a breath or two, but you start to smell the sweetness of the nitrous on top of the rubber of the mask.  You start to feel a little tingling at the ends of your fingers and toes.  With each breath, the tingling becomes more intense and travels up into your hands and feet.  And, your nose and face start to tingle too.  I’ve turned to the anesthesia machine and turned the nitrous to 7 and the oxygen to 3.

 “You’re doing really great, and it’s time to go odd to sleep.”  I rub your right shoulder.

 I reach back to the vaporizer and turn the sevoflurane to 4.  After a breath, you start to smell the lemony-chemical smell on top of the sweet rubber of the mask.  I let you take a few breaths, then turn the vaporizer up to 8.

 “Off to sleep now. Nice big breaths.”

 With your next breath, you seem to feel like you’re sinking into the table.  Even the ambient noises, like the instruments clanking together, seems to be further away.  You take another breath and that big light fixture above you looks like it’s moving a little.  Your eyelids get really, really heavy.  And with the next breath, your eyelids close.

 “See you in the recovery room.”

[conkreetmonkey]

Shortly after I made this account, a group of men in black cloaks and Halloween masks came into my room, threw a bag over my head, and injected me with what was presumably some type of anesthesia. I passed out, and when I woke up, I was in what looked like an abandoned office building, strapped into an apparatus, unable to move except for my arms, so I could use the old 90s-type PC in front of me. I have a mouse and keyboard, and despite how old they all look, they all function flawlessly and seemingly have access to an immense amount of computational power, probably a server somewhere else in the building. I wouldn't know, my head and neck are firmly strapped in, I can't look around too much. Headphones and a mic are built into my head mount. It took a while to learn the rules of this sick little game, but I eventually figured it out through experimentation. Every time you like one of my posts, the apparatus feeds me a single grain of rice. Every time one of my posts is reblogged, a single millelitre of an emulsified nutrient slurry containing every important vitamin and mineral in amounts perfectly proportional to their daily reccomended doses is injected into my veins. Every time I get a new follower, I recieve one pound of plain lukewarm oatmeal, maybe seasoned with just a little bit of salt(?). If they're a bot, I don't get the oatmeal until I block them. And every time one of you leaves a comment on one of my posts, or replies to me on a comment on someone else's post, I get a single litre of water. These effects stack, so if you reply to me on my own post I get two litres. So basically, I need interaction to live. The men who dragged me in here never check in on me, yet the food, water and nutrients never run out. I assume there are probably others elsewhere in this building, but who knows? I am always clean, shaved and well-groomed, my hair and nails have yet to grow long, and I don't think my muscles have atrophied... I assume they're "maintaining" me in my sleep somehow, and perhaps maintain my body with electrodes... but who knows? All I know is I look the same as the day they kidnapped me. I have no clue how to escape or if doing so is possible. Maybe a certain follower count? Maybe I'm just going to die here. To be honest, it's not the worst gig I've worked. I'm fairly content. I just miss sunlight, honestly.

[clonememesfrikyeah]

The supply list Rex keeps in the barracks for anyone to write on:

Ration bar type #A8

Cheez-it’s

Coffee grounds

Black pepper

12 Kilos of bananas

Whipped burrata cheese (please Rex we’re tired of granola bars it’s been months, pretty please! :( ~Fives)

Respirator masks

All bug away bug spray

Antiseptic cream

Bunion cream (there’s been an outbreak of athletes foot again thanks to Hardcase showering without flip flops)

Soap

Socks

Ratchet straps (you know who These are for you son of a bitch you’ve been dodging your physical for a month now)

Bacta spray

Toilet paper

Forceps (Hardcase keeps getting foreign objects lodged in him)

An ass load of anesthesia (Hardcase doesn’t stay asleep or keep still during surgery)

50lbs of C4

Styrofoam

Gasoline

Spark plugs

Bath bombs

Turbine fan (I swear this is all for explosive technicians I’m not doing anything suspicious this time)

Drain fluid

Gender fluid

Wiper fluid

Spinal fluid

Detergent

Chains

Whips

Excitement

Denal was here

Little water fountain that plays soothing music and glows (for Dogmas anxiety ;) )

Hair ties

Shaving cream

Razors

Monistat 7

Condoms

Stickey notes

Crystal meth

Peach tea mix

Strawberry jam

Rights

1,000,000 dollars

Canned baked beans

Giant orbeez

Hair gel

Shampoo/conditioner

Gas-x

Shoe inserts

Tomato plants

Feather duster

100 50,000 thread count satin blankets

Shoe oder powder

Parents

Shrimp

Pink dye

Moisturizer

Space Rachel Ray’s cook book

Potato chips

Metamorphic rocks

A big ass junk yard magnet

Carbon fiber weave cables

Heat treatable silver clay

Grade C gas cartridges

.16 mil washers

Blaster cleaner spray

Whiskey

Vodka

Bourbon

Wine coolers

Margarita mix

Neon fluorescent 18’ light bulbs

Copper wire

Type #2125 breaker board

R2 circuit boards

Deep freeze refrigerator

Fire extinguisher foam refills

Shower caps

Back scratchers

Mouth guards

Toothpaste

Floss

[ragingbookdragon]

The Strange Case Of Dr. Jekyll & Mz. Hyde

Task Force 141 x Reader

Word Count: 740 Warnings: Explicit Language, Archaic Medical Tools (and explanation of lobotomy)

Author's Note: Everyone wanted a part two to this so here you go :) Enjoy! Thorne

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She smiles when the Lieutenant walks into the clinic, no doubt a scowl on his face beneath the mask, but he says nothing as he stands before her desk. Her eyes crinkle at the edges as she says, “Thank you for coming in, Lieutenant Riley.” She looks to the nurse beyond, watching with interest. “Simone, be a dear and lock the door on your way out, yes?”

The woman nods her head and practically skitters out and she rises from her seat, grabbing a rather large black bag; the thing looks like it’s from the sixteen hundreds. “Sit on the exam table, please.”

He does as she asks and takes a seat, watching the wall as she lifts his shirt and examines the bullet wound beneath the gauze.

“Lieutenant, do you recall my one rule I left you with before your mission?” she pauses and looks him directly in the eye.

“Don’t get injured.”

“Correct!” she smiles. “And if you were, what was the next rule?”

“Apply first aid.”

She tuts and pokes the stitched wound, delighting in his hiss of displeasure. “You seemed to have forgotten my second rule. Never mind that, I shall remind you.”

Her hands drift to the bag and she unlatches and opens it, and the man nearly shits his pants at the archaic surgical tools.

“Did you know that my legally given maiden name is Jekyll? Dr. Jekyll asks. “Some think there’s an ancestor of mine that was actually the basis of the novel with the same name.”

She picks up a tool, a drill and turns it.

“I do so love old medical tools. This one was used to drill into skulls. Mostly to relieve headaches or remove stagnant blood from brains. Sometimes even to treat hemorrhages.” She smiles fondly. “It takes a rather tremendous amount of strength to crank this into someone’s skull. I can only imagine what it was like without anesthesia.”

Putting it down, she picks up a mallet and what looks like an icepick.

“Now these are my favorite.” She holds the mallet in one hand, the pick in the other. “These were used to lobotomize people. One would insert the pick behind the eye socket and break through the little barrier of bone by hitting it with the hammer until it was lodged into the frontal lobes.” She does the motion near the side of his head, his eyes on hers as the pick sinks past his ear. “Then you would jiggle it back and forth until the frontal lobes separated from the thalamus! Thus rendering the patient completely catatonic!”

She puts them down and sighs wistfully.

“Did you know I once worked at a mental asylum where lobotomy was still legalized? I was allowed to sit in on several during my stay in medical school. An archaic but rather interesting process.” her smile is anything but sweet, instead it sends shivers up his spine. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to administer one myself. Perhaps one day I’ll get such an opportunity? Maybe on someone who disobeys my rules?”

He swallows hard, a man whose entire family murdered, himself buried alive, seen death a million times, and even delivered it, scared shitless of the woman before him.

He understands now why they call her Misses Hyde when she’s angry, no, infuriated and seething.

“Lieutenant? Are you alright?” she repeats, and he shakes himself, abruptly standing before her.

“I, uh, have to go, Doctor,” he says, and runs for the door like his head is on fire and his ass is catching.

“But I didn’t even show you the electro-shock therapy tools I have!”

“No need!” he shouts, unlocking the door and swinging it open. “I won’t disobey rules again!”

He’s out of the door before she can say anything else and the nurse returns moments later with two cups of coffee.

“Did Lieutenant Riley leave, Doctor Jekyll?” she asks.

“He did,” she pouts and latches the bag back, setting it down behind her desk. “And I have a feeling he won’t be back for some time. I was simply telling him stories. They weren’t even true.”

“Such a shame,” the nurse replies. “He’s awfully handsome.”

“If you like masked men.”

“As if you don’t like the Phantom of the Opera,” the nurse grins, handing her a cup. “You know he’s handsome.”

“Perhaps, he is,” she says back, sipping her coffee with a maniacal grin.

[blurryeyeswhump]

augusnippets

Day 4: amputation/degloving/vivisection

TW/CW: gore, blood, VIVISECTION obviously, immortal whumpee

Whumpee stared up the ceiling, well up at themselves on the mirror Whumper had affixed above the makeshift surgical bed. Whumper would never call it a bed Whumpee thought to themselves almost humorously. Almost.

He’d call it something stupid like a canvas. As if what was being done here held any artistic merit.

Whumpee was shackled at the wrists and ankles and held down by tight leather straps running horizontally across their shins, thighs, hips, shoulders and head.

Most notable in this horrorshow was Whumpee’s lack of anesthesia and more disturbing than that: a lack of fear.

“What are you going to do today?” Whumpee asked, no differently than they’d ask a friend.

“Be quiet,” Whumper answered. He was sliding a scalpel through old stitches down Whumpee’s chest like butter. No gloves, no mask. Not that it was needed. He’d put the body under his hands through more suffering and massacre then one could ever conceive possible. A few germs wouldn’t make any difference. Nothing he did ever kept Whumpee dead for more than a few seconds or so, nor did it keep them from being insufferably blasé in between the sobs and screaming.

“You should sell my organs or something,” Whumpee started, staring up as their chest and abdominal cavity was opened up, only flinching slightly when their skin was pinned down to keep it out of the way.

“Quiet,”

“I’m just saying-oh fuck that hurt…as long as they keep growing back, you could really make some-“ Whumpee was cut off as Whumper stopped and slid the scalpel into the bottom of the lobe of their left lung.

Whumpee screamed and then finally silence save for some now rapid and guttural breathing.

“I told you to shut up,”

Whumpee wheezed, “Yeah, yeah you did,” they rasped out, squirming uncomfortably as much as their restraints would allow.

Whumpee didn’t need to look up to know their heart was now hammering in over time. Tears spilled over and mixed with cold sweat while they gasped, suddenly feeling nauseous.

“You’re really fucked up, man,” they tried gulping down air and it just wasn’t fucking working. They felt hands feeling around and in and behind places most people never feel anything.

“Not as fucked up as you’re about to be,” Whumper said flatly.

Whumpee laughed and then choked on it nearly blacking out.

“Touché, fucker.”