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thewalkingdeadimaginings · 5 years ago

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The Extraction

Hi can you do an imagine were the reader has toothache and doesn't want to go to Dr.Carson for an extraction. She doesn't want that Negan hear something about but he will and tries to comfort her. (She is not one of Negans wives because she didn't want to)

Hi guys! I know it has been…an unacceptable amount of time haha! I’ve been away just dealing with some emotional stuff. I wasn’t feeling too motivated to write but I’m back! I was particularly inspired to write this one shot as I chipped my tooth…twice. My tooth chipped because it turns out that I clench my jaw/grind my teeth while I sleep! It was such a tiny chip that my dentist wouldn’t have even noticed it if I hadn’t said anything. For such a tiny chip, it sure did hurt like a bitch. So I spent $180 on a mouth guard and then a few weeks later, I was woken up by a crunching sound. That crunching sound was from my tooth chipping AGAIN. Now, the first time it hurt to chew for a day and then I could chew as normal. This time, the pain lasted for days and now drinking water and breathing in hurt. I got it smoothed down and it felt instantly better so I guess I just needed to smooth it down. If getting the tooth pulled and replaced with a fake tooth wasn’t thousands of dollars, I would’ve just done that because I am DONE with this tooth ahahah. I have also had a tooth pulled before so I feel like I have a bit of an advantage with this one shot 😉 And that is the epic saga with my teeth. Now on to what you came here for! THANKS AS ALWAYS FOR YOUR PATIENCE AND YOUR LOVE <3

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You lived a privileged life in the sanctuary, probably more privileged than the life you lived before the world ended. Negan had noticed you right away and took you in. And despite rejecting a marriage proposal, he had always been kind to you.

“Y/N, you’ve been making that face all day,” Negan remarked when he saw you wince at the pain in your jaw. Your jaw had been killing you for days but you hadn’t said anything about it, hoping it would just go away on its own, “And you haven’t eaten anything. What’s botherin’ you?”

You shrugged as you continued hanging up the wet laundry on a clothesline, “I’m fine. Just not hungry today.”

“We both know you’re a terrible liar,” Negan retorted, a playful smile spreading on his lips. He approached you, pulling a shirt from your hands and dropping it back in the bucket, soapy water splashing back and hitting your legs.

Stepping away from the bucket, you sighed, “If I go see Dr. Carson, who will finish hanging up this laundry?”

“Me,” Negan said, “I’ll do it.”

“You?” you chuckled, crossing your arms, “You’re gonna hang up the laundry for me? You’re not really…hands on, Negan.”

“Hey now, I can be plenty hands on,” Negan said, “Now, you go on and get yourself checked out with Dr. Carson. And I wanna know everything he said, Y/N.”

Negan’s overprotective nature could be a pain sometimes but you definitely felt the love. But you were terrified of what Dr. Carson would say. The tooth causing you trouble now had always caused you trouble even before the world ended. And without proper dental care that was available before, extraction might be the only option now. Unfortunately, that meant there wasn’t anything available to numb the pain either.

You headed for Dr. Carson’s examination room. He was inside putting away supplies that had just been brought in from the last run a few days ago. The door opened with a light groan and you tapped on it, “Carson? Are you busy?”

“Not at all,” Dr. Carson replied, “Come on in, Y/N. What’s bothering you?”

Dr. Carson sat down in his chair, rolling from the counter to the exam table you were taking a seat on. You were tense, kicking your feet and resisting the urge to hold your aching face, “It’s um…well…this is outside your area of expertise but my tooth has been killing me. It’s always been a problem for me but it’s even worse now.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Dr. Carson said. You opened your mouth as wide as you could and Dr. Carson took a look in your mouth. His brows lowered, completely outside his realm but genuinely trying to come up with an answer. He turned your head to the side, shining a flashlight into your mouth. You knew exactly what he was going to say before he even said it but hearing it out loud still filled you with dread, “Y/N, I don’t really know much about dental work but I’m thinking that tooth’s gotta come out. Looks pretty bad. If you don’t, I’m concerned that it’ll affect the rest of your teeth.”

“That’s what I was afraid of,” you murmured.

“We should get started then,” Dr. Carson said, “Lie down for me.”

“Actually, I have a million things to do right now,” you said, hopping off the table, “Just some painkillers will do for now. Just so I can get through the day, yeah?”

“Y/N…” Dr. Carson said, “Didn’t you hear what I said? I said if you don’t get that tooth taken out, it’ll hurt the rest of your teeth. Then you’ll have to get multiple taken out.”

“I know, I know,” you grumbled. Somehow leaving the tooth alone and risking even more complications sounded much more appealing. Just the thought of having a tooth ripped out of your head made your heart race. You had to stop for a moment to calm your heartbeat and steady your breathing before you really started to freak out, “I just need a little something to get through the day. We can get rid of the tooth another day, okay? Can we do that?”

“I guess so,” Dr. Carson muttered. He rummaged through the cabinets until he found the painkillers. He handed it to you but grabbed you by the hand before you could walk away, “Don’t put this off, Y/N. You can’t rely on those forever.”

“I promise, just for tonight,” you mumbled as you quickly ran out of the exam room, clutching onto the bottle of pills you’d been given. Instead of going back outside to see Negan, you went into your bedroom to take your painkillers. For a brief moment, you contemplated just taking a handful of pills to ensure the pain would go away but you held back and took the correct dosage.

As you took a drink of water to swallow the painkillers, there was a knock at your door, with Negan’s voice coming from the other side, “Y/N? You in there?”

“Yeah,” you called back, “Come on in.”

Negan opened the door and stepped into the room, “Dwight said he saw you pass by from the infirmary. Was it bad news?”

“Of course not,” you said with a tight smile, “Why would you ask that?”

“I figured it was bad since you didn’t come back outside to tell me what happened,” Negan said, “But Dr. Carson checked you out? Nothing?”

“Nope, nothing,” you replied quickly, “Just a little soreness. He gave me something for the pain. I should just get back to work then, right?”

As you headed for the door, Negan stuck out his hand and pressed it against your shoulder to stop you from getting past him, “Y/N, you’re a terrible liar. You think I don’t notice the swelling in your face? Something’s wrong. Do you realize that or are you just ignoring it?”

You covered your swollen jaw. You knew it hurt but you didn’t know it had gotten so bad that it swelled up, “Well…Dr. Carson wants to pull my tooth out. I can’t do that, not without something to numb my gums. It’s gonna be agonizing and I…I’m freaked out, okay?”

Negan frowned, “Y/N, you have to get this taken care of.”

A combination of the pain in your jaw and the fear brought tears to your eyes as you hung your head, lightly pushing Negan away, “Please, don’t make me do it. I can’t do it. I’m too scared.”

“I can understand that,” Negan said, “I’ll be there with you the entire time. I’ll take care of you, Y/N. I think you know by now that all I wanna do is take care of you. Now come on, let’s get this done.”

Dr. Carson was relieved to see you back. He reassured you that everything would be fine although he couldn’t promise a painless procedure. You laid back in the chair, taking deep breaths while Dr. Carson got his tools ready, sanitizing them the best that he could. He was clearly as nervous as you were but he was handling it well, better than you.

“You’re doing great, Y/N,” Negan said, putting his hand on your shoulder. The warmth of his grip offered you comfort for a moment until Dr. Carson brought his tools back on a tray and set them down by the chair. Negan felt you tense in his hand and he gently squeezed, “Just breathe, Y/N. It’ll be over soon.”

You opened your mouth for Dr. Carson and he turned your head slightly to get a better look at the tooth. He put on some gloves, giving you a smile, “We’ll be out of here in no time, Y/N. Good on you for doing this by the way. I know it’s scary.”

“She’s a trooper, ain’t she?” Negan added.

“Let’s…” you paused to take a breath, your tight chest making even that a challenge, “Let’s just do this please.”

“I’ll try to make this quick,” Dr. Carson replied, “I don’t have an elevator to loosen the tooth unfortunately. Don’t think anyone ever thought we’d need dental equipment. But at least we have forceps.”

He picked up the forceps, his brow wrinkled in concentration as he clamped onto the tooth with them. He wiggled the tooth a little at first. The pain wasn’t bad yet but a tear still rolled down your cheek as he started tugging. You weren’t sure how an “elevator” (whatever that was) was supposed to help with the procedure but you still were wishing you had one right about now as he was pulling without any other assistance. Tensing up would make the pain worse but you couldn’t help yourself. Your entire body went stiff as Dr. Carson pulled harder.

Dr. Carson pulled away for a moment as you started to weep and you sat up, “I’m sorry, Y/N. But we’re making progress.”

The coppery taste of your blood hit your tongue and somehow, that was a relief. You nodded, laying your head back once more, “Come on. Finish it.”

“That’s my girl,” Negan said. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his skin, normally a nice tan from being out in the sun, had gone almost a ghostly white, “Takin’ this like a champ.”

You reached your Negan’s hand as Dr. Carson took the forceps to your tooth again. The tooth was feeling looser, the taste of copper getting a bit stronger. It wasn’t like the movies where your mouth filled with blood. But it definitely felt like there was. You were in absolute agony, squeezing your eyes shut and fighting back groans. There were only two other people in the room with you but it felt so chaotic in your head that it seemed like there were hundreds of people crowded around. Your eyes darted all around the room as the pressure increased, the tooth starting to wiggle even more. Your toes curled as you heard the sound of something tearing inside your head. That finally made a cry fall from your mouth as the tooth was finally ripped from your head. The pressure and pain were instantly relieved as you stared at your tooth in shock. Even Dr. Carson looked stunned holding your bloody tooth in the forceps.

“Holy shit on a shingle,” Negan whispered, “Ripped that right out of your fuckin’ head, Y/N! And you’re hardly breakin’ a sweat.”

You held your mouth open, almost afraid to close it even as blood mixed with spit was slipping down your chin. Dr. Carson set the tooth and forceps aside and hurriedly gathered up gauze and a bottle of water, “Here drink this.”

You took a few sips just to clean some of the blood from your mouth. The fresh wound was throbbing but the worst was now over and since the painkillers were already coursing through you, the pain was dull. Once your mouth was rinsed out, Dr. Carson carefully placed a clean gauze in the space. You were finally able to close your mouth after that.

“You can rest here if you want,” Dr. Carson remarked as he peeled his gloves off his hands. Watching Dr. Carson was almost amusing. It was like his chest was puffed out, proud of a job well done, “But your bed might be more comfortable.”

“I’ll take her back to her room,” Negan said, “Thanks, Carson.”

Negan and Dr. Carson helped you onto your feet even though you were perfectly fine to stand. Negan walked with you all the way back to your bedroom. He wasn’t normally this hands on but you weren’t going to fight it. You stood in the middle of the room as Negan gathered all your pillows and pulled back your blanket. You laid down on the bed and Negan covered your legs with the blanket, smoothing it down a bit, “Comfy?”

“Very,” you said, slightly muffled by the gauze in your mouth, “Thanks for staying with me.”

Negan laughed at the way your voice was coming out and he nodded, “Sorry for laughing. But you’re welcome, Y/N. You were really brave back there.”

“You think so?” you said.

“Total badass,” Negan said, “You know you don’t have to be afraid. Not with me around. I’m always gonna be there for you, do what I can to help you.”

“Not much help this time,” you replied, “Almost pathed out.”

“I know,” Negan said, his cheeks turning pink as he scratched his head, “Very out of character for me, right? I guess it was just because it was you. And…I dunno…you being in pain, vulnerable. Ya know?”

“I get it,” you said, “Feeling much better now. I think I’ll rest now.”

“You do that,” Negan said, “Carson says gargling salt water will help with healing. I’ll try to find you some salt. And get you something to eat a little later.”

“Thank you,” you murmured, feeling the need for sleep tugging at you, “You’re really special to me, Negan. Never met someone as sweet as you. Even though I’ve rejected you before.”

“Not so bad,” Negan said, “To be honest, my relationship with you…it’s more special than my wives. Don’t tell them that though.”

Negan winked and you couldn’t help but laugh. Negan really was wonderful. Your privileged life was all because of him. No one else would’ve done what Negan had just done for you. No one could’ve helped you through the fear like he could. Even just looking at him made your heart squeeze. Perhaps there was a chance for something more, “Your secret’s safe with me, Negan.”

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AHHHH DID I ACTUALLY FINISH A ONE SHOT?! IS THIS REAL LIFE?! Haha! Thanks for being so patient and so sweet with me, you guys. I can’t get over how nice you guys are. I was getting notifications from you guys liking old one shots from a while back. At least a year ago and I’m so glad that you’re still enjoying my writing all this time later.

I actually have had a tooth pulled before so I was trying to remember the procedure itself and how I felt during the entire thing. Granted, I got a needle to the gums so I was numb. Still hurt like a bitch. And also embarrassed myself by having a full blown panic attack when my dentist brought out the needle. So…love that for me. Anyways, for ME personally, it sounded like the tooth was tearing or ripping rather than cracking like you hear in movies. So, if that part sounds inaccurate, I was just basing it on what I remember it sounding like in my head.

ANYWAYS, I love you guys! Next up will be a Daryl one shot! Unless y’all want a chapter from one of my stories? 😉 No Regrets perhaps? Or should Don’t Look Back make its return? Or Beauty of a Secret? Hmmmm….

#The Walking Dead #The Walking Dead Imagines #The Walking Dead one shot #The Walking Dead fanfiction #TWD #TWD Imagines #TWD fanfiction #Negan #Negan Imagine #Negan one shot #Negan fanfiction #one shot #imagines #fanfiction

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never---ending---story · 5 years ago

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A Year Redacted

Possible triggers: Death mentions/implied death, hysterics, panic, and not believing. They also call a person who’s in hysterics, insane.

See end of the post for inspirations

Word count: only 1,741

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The morning was just another day really. It didn’t start in shambles or with the universe collapsing. Eli had woken up grumpily and everything was blurry. He forgot why. Last night he was up studying a recent breakthrough on black holes. Maybe his vision was clouded by sleep. Hopefully, it would clear up soon. So, he stumbled blindly around his apartment until he stumbled into his roommate, Damien, who snorted.

“There you are!” He exclaimed “you left these on the bathroom counter,” he said holding out something. It was a blur of black lines. They almost looked like- oh. Glasses. They were his glasses. That was the missing piece. Eli had worn glasses for 16 years by now how could he have possibly forgotten. He felt overwhelmingly embarrassed as he put the glasses- his glasses and looked at Damien. He had a mildly amused expression on his face and his jet black hair stuck out at odd angles.

“What is it,” he asked, “you look confused. And I might add embarrassed, your cheeks red.”

Eli sighed and shook his head “I just,” a chuckle escaped his lips “is it dumb that I forgot that I wear glasses?”

“You forgot that you- Eli you’ve had those for-”

“Sixteen years. Yeah, Yeah I get it. No need to harass me,” Eli crossed his arms as Damien laughed at him

“You act like it’s the end of the world. You were probably just unreasonably tired, I saw you up at like 2 am” Eli’s roommate took a step past him, “you want some coffee? We can stop by Starbucks or someplace.”

“We have a coffee maker idiot.”

Damien waltzed into the kitchen and opened a cabinet. “So what? Everything is better when it’s not in this crappy apartment”. The black-haired man stood on the tip of his toes and grabbed a cereal box from the top shelf. Damien was short-ish, around 5’9, so he always wore platform shoes. They made him confident until someone commented on him. Obviously, he wasn’t wearing the shoes at 5 am seeing as he was still in his pajamas and pouring his milk before his cereal like a psychopath.

“I hate how you make cereal,” Eli commented, “you’re worse than a serial killer.”

“Eli, the Zodiac Killer wishes he were me”

Eli snorted and walked into the kitchen, leaning against the counter. “You do know that cereal is terrible for you right?”

Damien shrugged “That’s kinda the point. Maybe if I eat enough I’ll go into a coma. Lord knows I need to catch up on sleep.”

Eli couldn’t argue with that as he fished a handful of cereal out of the box and into his hand. He carefully tilted his head back and dumped cereal into his mouth. Damien made fake gagging noises. Eli only called it a “feast fit for a king” before he walked off to get ready for another, likely uneventful, day with the addition of Damien following him around as his mentee.

When Eli and Damien walked into the lab everything seemed okay. Nothing was out of place, besides one scientist who Eli knew as Eric Channing. The man had a brilliant mind and was usually calm and collected. Today was different. Eric ran about the lab talking to people, looking as if he were begging them to do something. Damien, who was following Eli around, nudged his shoulder.

“Is he okay?” he asked quietly, “He looks just about ready to break down.”

Eli observed Eric more. He was fidgeting and tugging on people’s arms with a look that Eli could only describe as pure fear. He was talking fast and his eyes were wide as saucers. Dr.Channing’s hair was sticking out at odd angles. He locked eyes with Eli across the room and ran over. He looked about ready to cry.

“Dr.Nunn!” He cried, grabbing both of Eli’s arms, “You have to listen to me,” he begged. Eli glanced over at Damien with worry, by the mentee only looked mildly amused. He looked back at Eric.

“What can I do for you?” he asked.

Eric took a deep breath, “the world is going to end if we don’t stop our current time traveling project.” he said. A scientist walked by “sure it is buddy” he mumbled. Seems Eric really had gone to everybody. “If you go through with the current project you’ll get us all killed.” Eric continued as if he hadn’t heard, which judging by the desperation he probably didn’t. He was too caught up in his own story that he didn’t notice. “I know you’re close to Carson! You have-” He pushed on, but Damien interrupted.

“Eric, are you okay. Do you need a doctor?” he asked

Eric looked ready to explode. “I AM A DOCTOR!” he all but screamed. He looked over to Eli again, a silent prayer hidden in his eyes. “Elijah you have to believe me.” he got choked up, “I don’t want to die. Not like this.”

Eli didn’t know what to think. Eric looked so serious, but the world wasn’t going to end. He would’ve known.

“Eric, where did you hear this?” Eli asked, and Eric looked crushed. Before he could get upset and say Eli didn’t believe him he started speaking. “I need solid evidence. It’s literally a part of my job. How did you hear that? What’s going to happen?”

Eric’s brown eyes lit up a bit but the fear on his face never left. “It’s hard to explain, but I found that the required amount of energy we need is just too much. After doing some calculations I found that if we go through with this it will-”

“Cause a power shortage?” Damien guessed, “that’s not the end of the world”

“Would you shut up Mr.Lee!? It’s not just going to cause a shortage it’s going to destroy the universe!” A chill went up Eli’s spine as Eric continued. “Either it would cause a reaction like the Big Bang that would wipe us out in minutes! Maybe even seconds. Or it would completely obliterate time and space.”

Eli felt a trickle of sweat trail down the back of his collar. Fear was in his every muscle. That couldn’t be real. Damien of the other hand had an unreadable emotion on his face

“That’s not funny Eric,” He said seriously, “do your math again. People like Eli have been studying this stuff for years.”

A few tears fell down Eric’s face but he wiped them away. “You’re horrible,” he hissed, “I’ve spent just as long on this project.” he was looking to Eli once more, “you believe me right? I’m not crazy…right?”

Eli wanted to say that he wasn’t crazy, but Damien was right. Eli had spent six years on this project. He and his team couldn’t have forgotten about something as important as that.

“Eric,” he said gently, pulling his arms out of the young man’s grasp, “I think you need to see a psychiatrist, or maybe just catch some sleep.”

Eric broke down then and there. He sobbed and fell to the floor. Eli wanted to console him, but the head of the lab, Dr. Carson Anderson, said he would handle it, so Damien dragged Eli away.

The next day, Eric was at his desk when Eli walked into the office. He was calmly typing out something on his computer.

Damien gave Eric an odd look and whispered to Eli, “It looks like someone needed a nap.” Eli glared at him and elbowed him in the side.

When the time came for the lab’s time travel unit to be tested, they were holding the envelope they were going to send. Eli bounced around excitedly with his fellow scientists (and Damien) as final checks were made. Everything was going fine. And still, everyone seemed on edge. Eric’s words bounced around Eli’s head, “Either it would cause a reaction like the Big Bang, Or it would completely obliterate time and space.”

Speaking of the devil, Eric calmly walked into the room and handed a letter to Dr.Carson Anderson. It was in a neat envelope, with a fancy lab wax seal. Carson smiled at Eric and put a hand on his shoulder as he spoke to him. When Eric was done talking to Carson, he walked over to Eli, and Damien.

Eli tapped him on the shoulder as the head of the lab packaged the letter they were sending. Apparently it was being sent back in time. As odd as it was, no one dared doubt, Carson. After all, he was a genius. Eric hummed in acknowledgment of Eli.

“Are you feeling any better,” he asked, “you were kind of a wreck yesterday.”

Eric shrugged, looking at his feet, ‘I’ve learned to cope.”

As Dr.Carson put the envelope in the machine, Damien asked: “So, your calculations were incorrect?”

Dr.Channing shook his head solemnly “No. We’re all going to die”. His voice was scarily calm and Eli felt himself shiver. “The letter they’re sending isn’t the one they wanted me to write. It’s a letter to the past. Kind of like a suicide letter, maybe a letter of mass homicide. It depends on how you look at it really.”

Eli was definitely shaking. From head to toe.

“I ran my numbers. Again and again. Nothing I did was wrong,” he looked at Eli and Damien with a dead stare. How ironic. “I’ve learned to accept it. Maybe if you believed me, you would have too.”

Damien put his hand on Eli’s shoulder as a comforting gesture. He could tell how utterly terrified Eli felt.

“We’re not going to die,” he whispered, “he’s just insane.” This didn’t help Eli’s nerves. He felt like crying. Was this how Eric felt.

Carson put his hand on the lever and started a countdown from ten with a broad smile.

Ten

Eli turned to Damien and shook his head, “I can’t do this.” he whispered

Eight

Damien quickly realized that if Eli was scared, he was bound to get scared too. Now was the moment

Six

Eric shook his head and checked his watch.

Four

Eli hugged Damien and buried his face in his jacket as the crowd of scientists got to three. “You’re my best friend, I love you,” He said, just loud enough for Damien to hear.

Two

Damien hugged him back tightly. “Eli I,-”

There was no time for anything else.

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That’s my story, inspired by a school prompt. Here’s the newsletter I was given. This is what Eric sent to the past as a warning.

#fiction #end of me #end of time #end of the world #personal story #text post #story #original character #original content #original writing #original #my ocs #my writing #original chracter #time travel #implied death #death ment tw

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burnt-scone · 3 years ago

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This got taken off Instagram for having "Hate speech and derogatory terms." Someone was trying to defend Trump and spread false stuff on Biden. When people should acknowledge they're both assholes who shouldn't even have been elected. Much like a lot of past presidents. Trump fought to take rights away and Biden helps the oil industry fight to continue taking away from indigenous people.

You gotta remember, majority of our presidents lead genocides. Especially against indigenous people and other People of color. And I think a major factor that causes this cycle to continue is people still vote for "fighters". These fighters are the people who will tear down others to get what they want. They'll destroy things in their path.

I feel like everytime we have candidates for presidency who have good motives and are kind. We get rid of them first. Ex: Dr. Ben Carson. He could've had good run, he wanted to fix the medical system. Make medical access easier for Americans. Which is one of the biggest issues with this country and the reason so many die. We could've really used a better medical system recently.

But the reason he lost was "Because he was too nice." "He was too respectful." Which I would think were traits needed to be a president. The voice of the people, the nation.

It confuses me. It's like everyone I've spoken to actually wanted people like Dr.Carson for president, but they thought he was too nice. It's honestly ridiculous to me. We need nice people, who give a fuck. People who want a better tomorrow.

Instead we keep getting presidents that are cruel. Take peoples rights and their land. Presidents who lead genocides and leave people destitute. Then blame the people they've hurt.

It's so stupid. We need a nice person for once.

#America #American #hot take #welcome to my fucking Ted Talk.#presidents

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tridentlogs · 3 years ago

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Log 7

In shocking news many DSS have gone dark, Trident claims that this is likely due to a “hacking” many operational DSS are seeing a lot less life and some of the ecosystems have gone silent. Famed biologist Dr.Carson Claims the DSS looks too much like a predator and is disturbing these ecosystems. “We have seen the fear in the fish as soon as they cross paths with the DSS, it's not surprising these ecosystems have slowed.” Many people have been questioning whether this hacking is from the Squidwardians???

#short story #story #seires

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velvetsprite · 7 years ago

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Negan saves your (Sibling/Best Friend)

Authors Notes: Thank you so much for reading and if you guys want I will make a part 2.

P.S. I love you lol

“Holy fucking shit!” Negan shouted as he saw the huge horde of walkers headed towards him and the saviors.

“Simon tell everyone to get back to the trucks NOW!”. As soon as he said that the group of saviors started to retreat back to the trucks. But as everyone was running Negan heard a loud thud behind him...

Being Negan he didn't even bother to look he kept on running until he heard a voice screaming for help it was your (Sibling/Best Friend). Normally Negan would have just kept running but he heard your voice in his head telling him to do the right thing.

“Damn you (Y/N).” Negan murmured under his breath. He immediately ran back towards the fallen savior using Lucille to bash in the heads of multiple walkers.

“Are you hurt?” Negan questioned.

“My ankle I think its twisted”. Negan brought his hand down to assist the savior and told them to get a head start back to the trucks.

“Wait what about you?” The savior questioned.

“Just fuckin go i’ll catch up besides you need the head start because of your leg!”.

Negan watched the wounded savior head to the truck , All of a sudden while he wasn’t looking about 2 walkers came at him he quickly disposed of but the second one launched at him pushing him to the ground causing Lucille to fall out of his hands and roll away from him. Negan thought that this was the end , the walker climbed on top of him snapping at his face , and his only thoughts were of you he hoped you’d be proud of him for saving your (Sibling/Best Friend). His thoughts were quickly interrupted by the sounds of gun fire as soon as the shots ceased the struggle with the walker stopped as well he looked up he saw Simon standing over him with a rifle in one hand and the other stretched out to help him up.

“Need some help?” Simon said sarcastically.

“I thought I was a fuckin goner for a second there, My goodness you do come in handy don’t you buddy” Negan joked. But in truth Negan was terrified of the events that just took place, But the most terrifying thing of all was that he thought he would never see you again. Negan took Simon’s hand and started running back to the trucks as the horde drew closer and drove back to the sanctuary.

About an hour later the saviors got back to sanctuary and you were one of the first people to open the gate. You looked towards the trucks for your (Sibling/Best Friend) and Negan, Seeing them both come out of the truck felt like someone took a 5 ton weight off of your shoulders. But as soon as your eyes connected with Negan’s you could tell that something was wrong, Negan was usually a man with a superior ego and god complex but you learned to accept it. Nonetheless something was off, Your thoughts were interrupted by your limping (Sibling/Best Friend) exiting the truck. You quickly rushed over them to see what had happened, you hoped that your greatest fear wouldn’t be realized today.

“What the hell happened to you!” you said loudly.

“Calm down mom.” they said jokingly “Its just a sprain I think?”

Another rush of relief flooded your body, you were so relived that they weren’t bitten you even closed your eyes and let out a deep breath.

“As happy as I am to hear that, How the hell did this happen. You could have been killed or worse…turned.” You didn’t even want to think about what would happen to you if they died or got bit, they were the only person in this world you had left, and in all honesty the rest of your humanity was tethered to them.

“Well we went to the factory to scavenge for supplies as you know and the whole factory was infested with walkers, Negan gave the order to head back to the trucks and as I was running I fell and hurt my leg and Negan ran back to help me”. Looking to Negan you were surprised that he would do such a thing for you ,sure you guys were close and threw the occasional flirt back and forth but you guys were just friends right?

“Um thanks for uh helping them I…I really appreciate it” you said stumbling on your words.

“No problem doll all in a days work” Negan said as he brushed past you heading into the sanctuary. You knew you had to go talk to him about this but your (Sibling/Best friend) needed your attention first. You and 3 other saviors began helping them to the infirmary, Thoughts of Negan still plagued you. As you arrived at the infirmary Dr.Carson began fixing up your (Sibling/Best Friend) and examining their ankle.

“It seems to be just a sprain they should be back to normal in a few days.” Dr.Carson explained.

“Thanks doc, and as for you.” you said to your (Sibling/Best Friend). “You need to take it easy for a few days okay, i’ll catch up with you in a little bit, I love you.” You hugged them goodbye and made your way to Negan’s room, Nervously might I add. Finally you made it to the door, Shakily you knocked.

“Come in.” you heard Negan say. Walking into the room you saw Negan only wearing a pair of low hanging sweat pants.

“Uhhh I just wanted to um come by to… uh to talk about what happened today.” you said barely able to concentrate.

“Whats the problem doll?” Negan asked.

“Why did you do it?”

“What?”

“Why did you save my (Sibling/Best Friend) today?” you said.

“Well I figured I’d do the right thing for once… for you”

“For me? But why, Out of all people you save someone I care about I just d-.” All of a sudden you were interrupted by Negan’s lips on yours. At first you were hesitant but you quickly melted in to the kiss allowing it to deepen. You pulled away from the kiss extremely confused, But before you had a chance to open your mouth Negan spoke.

“Look (Y/N) from the first moment I saw you I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long ass time, The reason I saved your (Sibling/Best Friend) is because I really care about you.” You were so shocked you didn't even know what to say...

#negan imagines #twd negan #daddy negan #negan x reader #negan smut #twd imagine #negan x you #simon imagine #negan au #negan's thirst squad #negan

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twig-the-edgelord · 2 months ago

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IMAGINE YOU ARE JUST A NORMAL WORKER IN THE SANCTUARY BUT NEGAN LOVES YOU💘 BUT YOU DON'T WANT TO BE ONE OF HIS WIFE (you want to be the only one:) NEGAN LEARNS THAT DR.CARSON HAS A CRUSH ON YOU😤 NEGAN LOOKS AT YOU FIRST AND THROWS CARSON INTO THE FIRE🌋 AND THEN HE SCREAMS AT YOU IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SAVIORS🏭 Negan: "No one can has a crush on my crush"😮

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juliajoybell · 7 years ago

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So how much did you liked the premiere ?? Who bet on Jackson? I will probably do my review tomorrow or Thursday ( life is a bit busy right now) but until then; taaadaaa a tweet that made me smile and cry at the same time, and a behind the scene by Hélène that she shared on Twitter. Enjoy. ;)

Ps: I haven't feel so sad for a character in a tv show since the death of Dr.Carson Beckett in Stargate Atlantis. ( or Durham County perhaps…) And believe me I cry a lot when I’m watching movies!!! Bye Jackson and good luck Kristian. ❤️

JJB ( - that means Julia Joy Bell, like because, you know this is a fan blog, right ?! :) )

#helene Joy #helene joy on twitter #Daniel maslany #murdoch mysteries #behind the scene #season 11

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chrissyeltanal · 8 years ago

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BETH’S STORY ARC INTO FINALE OF SEASON 7 TIL 8 PREMIERE

I JUST FOUND THIS INTERESTING.

READ THE RED LINES!!!

AS YOU CAN SEE THE 2ND REDLINE.: MORE “CONCLUSIVE” ENDING CONCLUSIVE MEANS ‘serving to prove a case” what case actually?? BETH’S STORY ARC CASE?

3RD RED LINE: “ IN SOME WAYS ITS KIND OF THE LAST ENDING OF THE LAST 2 SEASONS”..?? YOU MEAN SEASON 5 WHERE BETH’S STORY STOPPED??LOL NVM

4TH RED LINE: WHILE STILL PROMISING THIS BIG STORY COMING UP...(AT THE FINALE)

BIG STORY?? YOU MEAN BETH’S STORY LIKE ALL HER SURVIVAL TO REUNITE WITH TF AGAIN!!!? :O

WHAT IS HE TRYING TO SAY HERE? IS THE FINALE OF THIS SEASON 7 (99 EPISODE)TO (100 EPISODE) SEASON 8 PREMIERE WILL BE CONCLUSIVE TO BETH’S STORY???

HMMMMM..

BUT BY THE WAY THIS IS ANOTHER SPOILER BEFORE BETH’S RETURN..

“MANY EVIDENCE OF BETH’S RETURN TO THE SHOW”

‘EVIDENCES’

FIRST OF ALL

-WHERE’S BETHS BODY

-WHY TF FREAKING OUT AT S5E10 ABOUT A WALKER IN A COMPARTMENT OF CAR?

-UNEXPLAINED FLASHES AT S5EP9

-FAKEOUT FUNERAL FOR BETH AT EP9 OF S5

-TSDF (BETH SPOTTED AFTER S5EP08 “CODA”

-TF NEVER ADMIT BETH IS DEAD

-GLENN DIDNT SAY BETH’S NAME AT THE CHURCH AT S6EP10

-GRADY IS THE ONLY PLACE THATS STANDING RATHER THAN ALL THE SANCTUARIES.

- BINOCULAR BETHFOOT=TTD SAYS TAMIEL IS BOOTS FOR PEOPLE TO STOP THINKING IT WAS BETH.

-BINOCULAR BETHFOOT HAS BETH’S SCAR IN THE FOREHEAD

-LOTS OF BLONDE WALKERS

-NOAH WAS PLANNED FOR ONLY 3 EPISODES FOR SEASON 5

-BETH’S WORDS(FOR SHADOWING )HER SURVIVAL RATHER THAN SAYING GOODBYE LIKE THE OTHER CHARACTERS BEFORE DEATH.

‘I am strong’ ‘I’m gonna get out’ “I get it now ‘

-BETH’S KNIFE CARRIED BY DARYL EVERYTIME.

-EMILY CANCEL PANELS WHEN IS ABOUT “CODA”

-BEFORE BENJAMIN’S DEATH ...HE MET A GIRL ‘MORGAN ASKED WHO’S THE GIRL?? THEN HE DIED FOR US TO NOT BE SPOILED ABOUT THE GIRL..

-PARARELLS TO RICK,JESSIE,DENISE ESPECIALLY ANDREA ETC...

-ALL BETH’S WORD BECAME TRUE LIKE “I wish maggie and glenn would have a baby”..theres gonna be a family picnic”

-THE MUSIC BOX WORKED THEN ARON SAYS GOOD NEWS!!

-BETHYL WAS PROMOTED

-THEY’VE PROMOTED BETH’S JOURNEY RATHER THAN SAYING GOODBYE

-LOTS OF FOR SHADOWING FOR HER RETURN

-MISSING EPISODE SCENES IN GRIFFIN WHERE BETH’S BODY WAS

-MISSING 800 WALKERS IN ATLANTA (GRADY)

-LOTS OF MONEY WASTED IN GRADY

-ERIK JENSEN WHO PLAYED DR.EDWARDS AT GRADY HOSPITAL BEING WEIRD AT TWITTER.

-NORMAN REEDUS (DARYL) ‘LETS GET THE BAND TOGETHER!

-THERES ONLY ONE MORE DOCTOR IF DR.CARSON WILL BE DEAD. WHO’S ELSE IS GONNA BE A DR. THAT WOULDVE BEEN DR. EDWARDS!! BACK AT GRADY SO THEY’LL PROBABLY HAVE TO GET HIM

-MORE AND MORE AND MORE!!!!!!!!!

#team delusional #anotherspoiler #beth's return #bethyl #binocularbethfoots yesss wejustneedhope

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middlearthmerchant95 · 8 years ago

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Thoughts on Tonights TWD episode: The Other Side

Where do I begin.

First of all, you go Hilltop ppl for training, so proud of you guys.

Gregory you little punk bitch, he doesnt do ANYTHING to contribute, why the hell isnt he dead yet?!

Simon tho for trying to bribe Dr.Carson with icecream

i cant believe Dr.Carson and Dr.Carson are actually brothers, I thought it was a HUGE coincidence.

The BEAUTIFUL AND SAAAD scene with Daryl and Mags. That scene just about killed me. How sad he was and how sorry he was that he wouldn’t even talk to Maggie, and the fact that she forgave him and didn’t even think it was his fault=crying forever. And that sweet quote about Glenn and Daryl being good things in the world omg

and it BROKE MY HEART that Maggie was crying because Daryl wasn’t talking to her or looking at her, FUCK RIP MY HEART OUT!!!! she was sad because he wasn’t talking to her cuz they’re family and it hurts her and just ugh

and Rosita and Sasha FIANLLY coming to good terms and for Rosita to confess to Sasha all about her anger and sadness was heartbreaking. Finally making up for Sasha to go in alone </3

and how did anyone think that was Daryl at the end looking at Rosita? That was CLEARLY Dwight; look at how fucking skinny he was; hes gonna help i think

and damn Eugene. cri

#the walking dead #walking dead #TWD #TWD fam #maggie rhee #daryl dixon #sasha #rosita

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looneylooomis · 8 years ago

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You’re My Evil Pt.7 (Negan Fic)

Summary: Noell meets the good doctor among others.

POV: Third Person

Characters: Negan, OC(Noell), 2 OCs, & Dr. Carson

Warnings: language what else lol

Authors Note: So I edited the crap out of this and rewrote a lot. Hope y'all like where I’m taking this!

You’re My Evil Master List

Going down the long hallway, actively avoiding a few rooms until he reached the end of the hall. Stopping in front a large wooden door, he pushed it open and let her go in first. Closing the door behind him, Negan looked over at the two men currently sitting on the leather couch against the one wall of his office.

"Now I'm under the impression that either one of you is capable of picking locks, correct?" He asked sternly as he loomed over them. Both men nodded, clearly both nervous.

From what Noell observed, Negans presence alone seemed to put the fear of god in anyone he happened across. It was absolutely fascinating. Shit, there was that warmth again. Focus!

Steering her attention back onto the conversation at hand. Listening as Negan continued to question the men. Apparently one used to be a locksmith and the other was just a regular handyman.

Without looking, Negan beckoned her over with his gloved hand in a 'come here' gesture. Walking up to the largely imposing man, awaiting further instruction.

"Now sweetheart turn around and lets see what these two can do" Negan stated. Taking a small step back, his gaze never wavering from her. He wasn't about to leave her alone with the two men.

Said men slowly got up, walking over to her. Both were well aware of Negans eyes zeroing in on their every move. The one man was few inches shorter than Negan and had light brown shaggy hair & blue eyes. He introduced himself as Joey. The other man was of a slightly shorter stature with closely cropped dirty blonde hair and green eyes. He said his name is Ross.

Both were very polite when they asked if they could look at the lock keeping the trap in place. She nodded in consent. As they walked around her gently prodding and observing every aspect, they both winced when they found that metal also wound itself in her mouth.

"You're a tough lady, ma'am" Joey said. Ross nodded in agreement.

"Think this shitty thing can be safely removed?" Negan asked growing irritated at how close the two men were to Noell. While knowing he was being irrational, he just didn't give a fuck to reel it in.

"Well sir, Joey and I will have to go back downstairs and see what equipment we will need. We'll try to make it as noninvasive as possible. It'll be tough but I think it's doable." Ross answered determined to make this work. If Negan's happy, everyone's happy.

"Now that's the type of shit I like to fucking hear!" Negan exclaimed slapping both men on the backs. Looking over at Noell he asked, "Sound good darling?"

Noell folded both her hands in a praying gesture and bowed slightly in thanks. She was so happy, but didn't want to completely give into it until this thing fell off her head.

"Now get to it you two! Get your shit and meet us down at Carsons. You don't want to keep this pretty lady waiting now do you?! Get!" He all but chased the two out the door and slammed it shut for effect. Turning around he saw what he assumed was confusion in Noells big brown eyes.

"Now Carson, or Doc Carson as I like to refer to the man as, is our resident doctor. I figured it would make much more fucking sense to do this in a much more sterile environment. That way Ross and Joey boy can sanitize their fucking shit before they can even dream of going near that lovely face of yours." Negan explained, ending it with a sly wink at the woman.

"God this man never stops with the charm." She thought with a soft chuckle. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, she watched said man reopen to the door and gesturing for her to go first.

"Ladies first after all. I may be an asshole most of the time but I am most certainly a fucking gentleman where it counts!" He said with a dramatic wave of his hand as she walked past him.

That time she did roll her eyes.

They made it all the way back to the first floor where the infirmary was located and found Ross and Joey talking with an older balding man whom Noell assumed was Dr. Carson.

"Hey Doc I assume these two have informed you of what the hell we're planning on accomplishing here?" Negan looked at the men, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh yes sir I just had them wash their hands, & any tools they planned on using." Dr. Carson answered Negan, a slight tremor in his voice. He looked over at Noell and introduced himself while also asking if he himself could take a look around her face and head after everything was said and done. Noell just nodded in her agreement. Ya know since that's all she could do...

"Good now that that's been fucking settled, Ross...Joey you two shits ready to get this over with?!" Negan barked at the other two men. Joey looked as cool as a cucumber while Ross looked a bit nervous, now whether or not that was due to Negan or the task at hand, that was unclear. Nonetheless both of them nodded and Dr.Carson lead Noell over to cot where she could sit. He then hooked her up to a saline drip, she was looking a bit dehydrated.

Joey explained that while he picked the keyhole, that Ross was going to gently but firmly keep the trap in place. That way he didn't jostle her as much.

Negan leaned again the door, keeping an ever watchful eye on Noell as Joey & Ross got to work. Dr.Carson brought over a tray that had quite the array of tools. From tension wrenches to a long double ended pick. They brought everything and anything they thought could work.

Noell was trying to keep her nerves in check. Yes, she was excited at the aspect of freedom from this wretched thing,but she was also very nervous. What if they couldn't get it off? what if they somehow made it worse? That idea alone made her want to cry. No, she had to be strong, she will be stronger than this.

Breathing in deeply through her nose while slowly releasing out her mouth, she came out of her panicked haze and focused on the present. The clicking of the tools Joey was using was the only sound that could be heard as everyone waited for the end result.

After what felt like an hour, when in reality was just about fifteen minutes it finally happened. Noell felt the spikes surrounding her face and scalp recede. She grimaced as the barbs in her mouth pulled away from her cheeks and lifted up off her tongue as she was not allowed the full use of her mouth. That was when Ross then slowly pulled the entire trap off and away from her completely.

The relief was instant and she couldn't help herself as she began to sob. Holding her newly freed face in her hands, murmurs of "thank you" and "ohmygod"s could be heard. She looked back up at Joey and Ross. Being mindful of the IV, she went to stand to hug them. But not being used to the lack of weight from the trap, she stumbled a bit. Thankfully, both men were close enough to each catch an arm of hers. All the while she was still thanking them as tears poured down her face.

Then as Dr. Carson looked her over, sanitizing all the little wounds left from the spikes and had her clean out her mouth with some mouthwash, he deemed her to be in good health as long as she took it easy and demanded she go eat something. Out of habit she just nodded.

It was at that moment that she noticed Negan had walked right next to where she was sat. Looking around, she saw that everyone else seemed to have already left. It was just the two of them now.

The way he was looking at her it was like he was meeting her for the first time all over again.

"Well, hello gorgeous."

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