#i have to go back to the dentist tomorrow cause i think another one of my brackets came off....can i catch a fucking break

[f1owermoon]

my friend said the braces look really cute on me 🥹

[nochepsicodelica]

"Turn off your phone, ma. Give me all your attention," Toji murmurs, behind you. His hand dips into the messily unbuttoned portion of your shirt and paws at your chest, while he kisses up the side of your neck. Soft and slow, wet little pecks to demonstrate how much he needs you and craves your focus on him after not seeing you for hours.

"Sorry, bear. People from work are being annoying," you explain, after sending another message to the group chat you have with your colleagues.

"When are they not? Dumbasses can't get shit done without you, but that's not your problem, right now," he says, undoing more of the buttons on your shirt. "You're not there, and you won't be there until the day after tomorrow, so turn off your phone and let those idiots figure it out on their own for once. They depend on you way too much, doll."

Toji hums, disapprovingly, when you start typing out another response. "If you don't turn it off, I will," he says, resting his chin on your shoulder. "You're off work. You're home with me. Get out of that work mindset, now."

You send the last message and give your phone to Toji.

"Good girl," he praises, taking the device out of your hand and turning it off. He puts it in his bedside drawer so that you can't get it until later. "Let me take care of you, baby. Lie down and just shut your brain off, for me," he instructs.

You do as he says and slowly make your way farther onto the bed, laying your tired head down on the pillow with a heavy sigh. "I'm exhausted," you puff out, folding your arms above your head and shutting your eyes. You could easily doze off like this.

"I know," Toji says, his voice low with the validation. He goes on to undo the last couple buttons of your shirt, and pulls the halves apart, exposing your torso. He leans down to press a kiss to your tummy, his gaze pinned to your face. He loves that soft smile that forms on your lips as he keeps going.

"Barely saw you today," he murmurs, against your soft skin. "Don't you know, that it's not just you missing me when I go to work? I miss you when you're gone, too." His knuckles graze the bare skin of your tummy, causing goosebumps to spread all over the area.

"You shouldn't overdo it with the help, ma. You gotta think about yourself, too. Would they do the same shit for you if you asked them to? Or would they all of a sudden have plans, or a dentist appointment that was scheduled six months ago?"

You sigh, frustrated, because one of those excuses was used on you just a few days ago. "I know..." you groan with all the exhaustion you feel in your body. "You're right, though. I'm not at work, anymore. I'm home, now, with you, and you're taking me out of the work mindset," you say, delivering his words back to him in a manner that lets him know that you believe it. That you trust that he'll bring you peace of mind after a day that lacked so much of it.

"Damn right. Just let me be good to you. You don't have to say anything else, right now. It's me and you."

He unbuttons your pants and pulls down the zipper. His fingers hook around the waistband and lower it.

"Lift your hips for me, baby," Toji requests, smoothly pulling down the waistband so that you can fully relax on the bed, again, after. The coolness of the room reaches your skin, eliciting more little pebbles on your skin, as he continues to roll down the material until your legs are entirely bared. He tosses the article aside and goes back to touching you with all the delicacy he can muster. His hands wrap around your calves, smoothly maneuvering around so that they end up on your shins, caressing the expanse in soothing motions.

You feel his lips on your knee, a couple kisses pressed to the area before he switches to the other one. His kisses trail higher up, following along the path of your thigh, then he switches off, again, giving your other thigh the same treatment. You keep your eyes shut all the while, feeling everything you receive from Toji in a heightened sense. You've entrusted him with your body. How he chooses to take care of it is entirely up to him for the moment.

His hands warm your outer thighs as he progresses towards your hips, then your lower abdomen. You can feel yourself growing more and more tired with every caress and every featherlight kiss brushed over your skin. It's all so soothing and you feel so safe. You feel like he's lifting a weight off your entire body, allowing you to release all the tension you feel, and clear your mind of what's stressing you out, even if it's only temporary.

"Sleeepy princess," Toji murmurs to himself when he peeks up and sees your chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. He places a couple more kisses on your tummy, nearing the bottom of your bra, before pulling away, with the intention of letting you rest.

"Wait... don't stop. Please," you mumble, tiredly. "You haven't kissed here..." you run your hand over the upper part of your chest. "...or here," you say, dragging it towards your neck.

"My bad, little lady," he says, with a soft chuckle. "Thought you were asleep, already." His hands land on your waist and mold around it, proceeding with calming up and down motions.

"It feels nice," you mumble. "Like I'm resting in a room full of clouds," you elaborate, with a comfortable sigh. "You're doing a really good job. I feel much more at ease. Thank you, baby."

"Don't worry about it, ma," Toji responds, quietly.

It feels good to hear those words from you. The roughness of his warm hands on your body doesn't bother you, neither does the feeling of his scar against your skin. They do the complete opposite for you. His hands reach for you and cradle you whenever they want to and you never deny or reject him. He's never felt the need to ask for permission to hold you, because you always receive him in such a warm and loving manner. It feels good to know that he is capable of making you feel better in this way.

Toji moves higher up your body, his palms planted on either side of you to maintain balance. He leans down to continue his rounds of kisses, now on your chest. Your hands go to the back of his head and gently bring him closer. It's an invitation for him to rest his body on yours, and he gladly accepts.

"You just love getting crushed by me, don't you?" He teases, as he positions himself so that both of you can be comfortable in this sudden arrangement.

"Mhm. The heated weighted blanket, human teddy bear combination can never go wrong," you respond. "Do you not like lying down on me?"

"Those words did not leave my mouth, did they?" He asks, placing a kiss on your collarbone.

"Are you thinking it?"

"No," he replies, the single word serving as a good enough response to end your doubts.

"Okay," you hum, quieting down after.

He smears some gentle kisses onto your neck, pressing the tip of his nose into the area where he smells your perfume strongly. He sighs, contentedly, at the familiarity and presses a few more kisses onto the space below it, before merely resting against you. It's as if he indulged in so much of your warmth and presence, that he managed to soothe himself while he was helping you wind down. He's in some sort of daze—like you unknowingly put a spell on him that just threw him into a state of serenity. He feels like he could just shut his eyes and get the best sleep in your embrace.

"Love you, bear," you murmur, slowly rubbing his back.

"Mm," he hums, another soft, relaxed sigh leaving his chest. "Love you, ma."

[turrijournal]

Week #7. Monday

Monday

First, I must go back to early Sunday night. I had to confront a person in a shared social group. I had blocked the person, but luckily, the moderator took my side, and so far, the situation is not bothering me.

Today, the headache I’ve had started bothering me more, and I localized it to the left side of my head. I booked a dentist appointment with a private company to check and fix a cavity if there is one. I'm quite sure there is, but the tooth itself does not hurt—rather, the area around it does. I suspect the cavity is causing the headache. I'm assuming the pain radiates to my eye and ear from the tooth.

Walking to the dentist was pleasant. The view was magnificent, and the weather was nice and cold, with a clear sky and bright sun. It was a perfect day for a 1.6 km walk. I planned to take a short extra walk on my way home from the dentist.

I saw a funny tweet on Twitter, which I use for entertainment, where my Minister of Finance "ratioed" a student group. In short, the students were upset that they felt forced to work part-time while studying, despite receiving a completely government-sponsored free education. The minister responded in an amusing way, and apparently, many people agreed with her that there is nothing wrong with working a part-time job in a fast-food restaurant.

The dental problem I had was more serious than I thought. It was a big cavity, almost reaching the nerve. Luckily, it hadn't reached the nerve, but it was very close. I'm glad it got fixed, but on Friday, I have another similar cavity being treated, though it's smaller. I need to ask my mother to pay for the second procedure, as I used private dental care, and it is a bit pricey. I wonder if the nasty interaction I had with her a week ago plays a role in that.

As a matter of fact, I did not take the extra short walk, but instead, I walked to the pharmacy to get the prescribed toothpaste. For lunch, I had a Subway sandwich with the vegetables I always get and "light" mayonnaise. I don’t think any mayonnaise can truly be light. My regular vegetables from Subway are lettuce, cucumber, olives, and onions. Of course, I had cheese as well. Once I arrived home with the sandwich, I waited around 20 minutes before eating it. Even though the dentist didn’t say, “Don’t eat anything for an hour,” I decided to wait an hour after my tooth was fixed before eating.

For dinner, I ate three kiwis, two carrots, and 150g of cheap halloumi cheese. I fried the halloumi in a pan because it just tastes so much better that way. Then, I played Helldivers 2 with my friends—we did one Super Helldive defensive campaign against bots. After that, I made supper for myself. My supper consisted of a total of four toasts with lavish slices of cucumber, along with some cheese and ham.

I am about to brush my teeth with the prescribed toothpaste and use it as the dentist instructed. Tomorrow, I’ll try to go swimming.

10.02.2025

[meditating-dog-lover]

Health update

I'm doing pretty great! I have my energy levels back and am in a better mood.

I'm not fasting at the moment, I do want to go back once I recover from my fatigue and inflammation. I did have enough energy to go for a small walk today. And the weather is nice and cool.

I know I can benefit a lot from time-restricted eating, because it helps with weight loss. However I don't want to do it everyday as that will also be detrimental. On days where I don't fast I'll have a morning carb snack. I'll ask my doctor about all of this tomorrow.

My face and neck have not been inflamed. I have not applied steroids since last Thursday night. I have been applying steroid to my hands and they've been looking good. I'll be using the cream nightly until the stubborn inflamed spots on my hands go away. After that I shouldn't need to use it.

I'm a bit distressed by the news tbh. As usual. I cannot focus on work and have to long on here, twitter, insta, or the news to see any updates. Stress doesn't help my skin, but it doesn't cause severe inflammation. My mood has been better, however, with the meds. Not significantly, but a bit better. It's only been a week.

I'm very happy with my diet and bloating. Even my hair and skin are radiant (my skin looked clear today and my hair is nice and healthy). Even my nails have been strong. I've switched to more natural skin and hair care products. I'm not bloated and feel great, and I know eating anti-inflammatory and taking digestive enzymes both help.

I'm eating so well in general. It might be an appropriate time now to actually fast for a week or so. I ate well today. Though I was craving a cookie and wanted to go to Crumbl to get one and take a small piece of it. Lucky for my my coworker actually had some cookies and gave me one. Thankfully they now make mini versions of the cookies and it was satisfying. I wasn't necessarily in a sugary mood, I wanted a Crumbl cookie specifically. I haven't had in a while. After having the cookie, I wasn't craving anything. I was thinking of other desserts like the chocolate caramel pieces I have and the white chocolate mocha and general baked goods. I just wanted a cookie and that's all. My mom got this keto friendly coffee syrup and I has a tiny bit and thought it was too sweet. I'm so used to 70% chocolate that most stuff is too sweet for me now. But I'll have a small cookie when I want one. I might get another one later this week until I satisfy my "craving" for it and get past it. But overall I've been eating so well and so anti-inflammatory. I now have the energy to walk. I'll do some fast cycling now that I feel less inflamed.

I'll ask my doctor about all this tomorrow. I want to balance my hormones so I experience less skin inflammation. I know my eczema is hormonal. I want my skin to heal and I want to prove doctors wrong because they're narcissists and they annoy me. And I don't want to be treated like I'm sick and cannot be saved. At the same time I'm so proud of my recent fat loss and diet change and that I'm seeking psychological and psychiatric help. My skin will heal and it's much better compared to how it was earlier this year.

I am more confident in my appearance now despite some insecurities. I do get insecure about my teeth, skin/hands, and body. They're a few things, but the insecurity can get so bad. I'll get the psychological help I need. It's sad because I'm actually pretty and above average in looks, and people tell me this a lot. But I am insecure and I wish I can change some things about myself. I'll see a dentist with my mom and will work hard to get past my trauma, eat well and cycle fast and walk for body (will work on calves eventually), and manage my hormones tomorrow with my doctor to heal my skin. It will be fine and I need to remind myself this.

I do worry that my potential autism might hold me back in life. I'm scared of socializing and intimacy, so I'm worried I'll never be loved. It does make me feel scared, empty, and lonely. And I've never been in a serious relationship (just situationships). It takes me back to my teen years where I was excluded socially and romantically and felt like a failure. I dd not deserve that at all of course. It just makes me feel empty until now and I want to be loved but am also scared of intimacy and connection. That along with my poor confidence and health fears get n the way of my progress in life, but I hope they don't for long because I've done a lot of great things in my life. And I succeeded a lot.

[nathank77]

5/27/24

7:50 p.m Added to/Edited

Last blurp: I am worried that if I drug myself with 2mg of Melatonin, 25mg of Hydroxyzine and 1mg of xanax at 3:30 a.m I'll struggle to sleep bc by the time maximum effectiveness hits it'll be 6 a.m and I'll have only been up for 12 hours and 30 minutes... I shouldn't have let myself oversleep.

Maybe I'll take it at 4:30 or 4 a.m. I should pass out regardless but I mean I want to make sure. I don't want to have to take a second Hydroxyzine or one 25mg of Benadryl.... I don't want to be overly sedated. I mean I already overly sedate myself on the 1mg Xanax days cause when I see myself falling asleep at 8:30 a.m... it's like my circadian rhythm is getting worse... I got to be asleep by 7:30 the latest... I don't want my life to become more dysfunctional. I got a lot of phone calls to make and I can't be waking up at 5 p.m although I don't think that'll be a long standing issue. It's just between yesterday and today, I woke up yesterday at 4:48 and today at 5:15... also I fell asleep closer to 9 a.m both days... tomorrow I will probably wake up around 2 p.m or 3 and it should help reset everything.

I won't have another 1MG Xanax day until my t-shot next week. Everything should go back to normal tomorrow.

Beyond that I wish my family did something for memorial day. My family is so fucking dead. We have a pool and everything and we planned nothing. I'm going to get ear plugs on the 1st so I can swim. Whenever I decide to do that which won't be often but- when I want to if I don't have ear plugs I get water stuck in my ears and it drives me crazy! So I wont swim until I get them.

On Thursday after therapy I plan to watch movies with my mom. Wednesday I'll go grocery shopping if I don't tomorrow and then I'll have therapy at 7 p.m on Wednesday. I prob will wait on the gym. Once I get the oil change out of the way, my next big thing is the apple store for apple care cause of my quicktime player taking years to add videos together.

I don't want to get ahead of myself. All I have to do this month is the oil change/car wash, my t-shots, bloodwork for my thyroid, the dentist on the 11th assuming he doesn't cancel again and get the estimate on teeth sealant cause I want to move on that and then the cardiologist on the 26th. The gym is going to fit in nicely and I'll have time to game at least once or twice a week. Of course I want to move on glasses but the money makes me want to wait... I'll consider the teeth sealant Cost versus the glasses... if I could get the bad tooth done for 150$ or less tbh it's more important than my glasses...why? It's fucking BROWN in the corner and nothing gets it off. And it's significantly cheaper than glasses...

Of course I could game after therapy or something too but I care about immersion... and tv time and sleep is my only escape from this shitty hallucination. Despite that I want to game and I figure if I cut out a day or two a week I can enjoy it...

I really want to go up 3000mg of white mulberries a day but I'm waiting until the 13th of June cause it'll be a month as of that date since I went to 2000mg and it has been well tolerated...

I got to get cbd on June 1st which I'm not happy about but I said I'd give it to June 26th at least 2 months on 100mg... I may give it to July 26th cause I feel the need to up my white mulberries. They really do seem to work as an antipsychotic.

I also got to call about disability a few times this month so I can either keep my appt in July or reschedule it depending on my dad cause I want my backpay as soon as possible but another worthless phone appt to accomplish nothing makes no sense. So I should call prob every week until I hear he is receiving disability and cancel/reschedule depending on that.

[pterodactylterrace]

Okay here is a prompt. Trying to convince clark to pull out one of your wisdom teeth because its impacted and soo incredibly sore you just cant deal with it anymore but you cant afford to get it pulled, and he uses ithe opportunity to casually propose "well you know if we were married you could be on my health insurance from work, the planet has dental included for me my spouse and any kids ... i mean i could fly us over to the court house in under ten mineuts and tomorrow we could book to have your tooth pulled"

Oh, I LOVE getting prompts!!! 😁

“But… I’m asking you to do it.” I whined, tossing the melted bag of peas onto the coffee table and gingerly rubbing my tender jaw. “Please? It’s cruel to leave me like this!”

“I’ve already told you, sweetheart, I’m not ripping your tooth out of your head.” Clark sighed, taking the melted bag and replacing it with a frozen one, cradling it against the side of your jaw causing you so much trouble.

“Well, I can’t afford to just go get it done professionally. You have super strength and speed! I wouldn’t even feel it!” You knew that was a bold-faced lie. You’d ended up in tears just the night before when you had unwisely attempted to perform oral on him. There was no way he’d even be able to get close to your tooth, let alone dig it out of your gums to extract it.

It’s been an ongoing problem for weeks. My regular dentist had highly suggested I get my wisdom teeth removed at my last visit. That visit alone had been out of pocket, racking up a bill that required a ton of overtime to cover. There was no plausible way for me to take the time off work to get the surgery done, let alone pay for it. Even with the financial aid the surgeon I had been referred to offered, it was still out of reach.

Now, all I could do is wait in agony until my jaw decides to fall off. Ok, so maybe that’s a little overdramatic. Only a little, though. There were days I felt like my jaw was going to explode or something from the pain I was in. The last few days I had been living off of soup and milkshakes; just the thought of chewing was enough to bring a tear to my eye.

“You know, there is another way.” Clark gently pointed out, brushing my hair back from my face. “I have dental insurance through the planet. It covers children and spouses.”

“Clark?” I breathed, slowly sitting myself up, clutching the peas to my face as I stared into his clear blue eyes. “Are you asking what I think you’re asking?”

“We could always get an annulment once your tooth is taken care of.” Clark quickly supplied, the same worried crease adorning his brow as the silence stretched between us. This was his plan? Marry me rather than just rip the tooth out of my head?

On one hand, it would be a godsend to get rid of this bony menace in my face. On the other, I’d always dreamed of a big storybook wedding, complete with a beautiful white dress, flowers and both of our families in attendance.

“Umm… n-never mind.” Clark started to dismiss, a flush coloring his chiseled features as he made to stand up, stopping when he felt my hand on his bicep. I know he could easily have gotten away if he had wanted to. It was absolutely no contest, but he allowed himself to be restrained. He was a very gentle, thoughtful man, despite his unmatched strength.

“Wait. Let me put on some real clothes.”

“You mean...?”

“I’ll marry you, just let me get out of my pajamas first.”

[theretirementstory]

Bonjour et bienvenue on this the last Sunday in November! Here in Bar-sur-Aube the temperature is 7c and we are due rain! That’s fine for me as I have inside jobs to be done today……dusting, polishing and cooking are just some of the delights in store!!

So, how was your week? Mine has been hectic, worrying, happy and some sadness in their too I think.

It started with my granddaughter having to spend a night and morning in hospital (with “The Daddy”) as she has had croup. Then it was the two hour journey to the hospital for my MRI scan. It was due at 6pm but it was 7.15pm before I entered the machine (there was a problem with it). When I exited the machine there was another worry as I had large red blotches on my chest and the doctor needed to see me 🙄. Think it was just from the sticky pads they had attached to me but they were checking it out anyway. It was after 8pm when I set off for home, it was tanking down, the road is undulating and a lot of lorries use the route, it’s only dual carriageway and it wasn’t lit at all, that made for one hairy drive back (I was pleased I wasn’t behind the wheel).

I had my visit to the podiatrist, gosh can she talk! I know she loves to speak in English and she enjoys telling me her woes (I too have been in her position), so I just let her unload.

The right side of my mouth was causing rather a lot of pain, so much so, I didn’t know if it was upper or lower jaw!! Finally gave in and rang the dentist for an emergency appointment, it was just as well I did, as there was the start of an abscess and I am now on antibiotics.

Great news!! My carte vitale is now up and running again (well I got my new attestation) the card itself will be replaced as it no longer works in the machines. Never the less I am now back in the health system. I have sent off all the forms for reimbursement of monies, 🤞 on that one!

I asked Anie to call down for tea and cake, she was late arriving (after 5pm) but she stayed for a while and we talked a lot. I have had lots of messages from friends in France and the UK.

Marlene had said that she had been unwell and so I decided visit her. I picked up some cacti (she has a collection) and took those in place of flowers. I hadn’t intended to stay for long but, as usual, she invited me in and we drank orange juice, I ate a pastel de nata and we talked. She complimented me on my French, and asked if I was still attending a class. It was so lovely to see her.

Monique messaged with her news (mainly about her husband) but said that she may get to see me sometime soon.

I had a video call with an old school chum and after discussing one another ailments we came to the conclusion that we are getting old! I happened to say that when we were younger, if a person died, at the age that we are now, we said that they were old people 😳, instead I sometimes think that I am still in my 40’s!

I am entertaining at lunchtime tomorrow, Laetitia, another friend who has been unwell (and is a younger person) is going to see the work doctor and will call to see me afterwards. I had thought about making the stuffed tomatoes again but have decided on pasta in tomato and mascarpone sauce with garlic bread and a green salad, followed by a strawberry cheesecake. I think that will require less chewing for me and still be very tasty.

“The Paralegal” has had his car serviced and MOT’d, just as well as he has been clocking up the miles this weekend. He has now got a price for the electrical work at the house, so if this guy can start soon, it means that work can move on and he will be kept busy.

The decorations will be going up in town this coming week, the tree was being installed and I am sure it will all look marvellous by this coming weekend.

Poem time again and this time it is an excerpt from “The Night Is Freezing Fast” by A E Housman

“The night is freezing fast,

To-morrow comes December;

And winterfalls of old

Are with me from the past;”

So my diary for next week looks relatively empty, apart from my lunchtime visitor and hopefully a concert at the Conservatoire in town on Wednesday. Well, we all know how quickly that can change!

Have a great week!

[imlovethomassanders]

Eyes are the Windows to the Soul(mates) - Chapter 5 (FINAL)

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One last huge thank you to @strongindependentcheesecake​ for beta reading this whole thing. I appreciate it.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4

Summary: The lucky few who have a soulmate are born with heterochromia, with their left eye being the color of their soulmate’s eyes and their right eye being their own color. Not only was Virgil one of the lucky few to have a soulmate, but he was given four. His left eye changed colors every time he blinked, rotating between his four soulmates’ eye colors. His rotating eye colors caused him to be a bit of an outcast growing up, but when he finally leaves for college, things start to fall into place. This is the journey of five strangers finding each other.

Pairings: DLAMP with background Remile

Warnings: None I believe

Words: 4999

Taglist:  @touchstarvedvirgil @lamp-calm-sanders @ninjago2020 @confinesofpersonalknowledge @secret-novelisthost18 @phander-sides @sherlock-lives-on-bakerstreet @bookbingingproblem @viana-dascolli @sharktryingtofly @crofters-n-falsehoods @turnedthefreakingfrogsgay @little-kat07 @romano-hottopic​​

Patton was very, very, very excited. It was finally time. They had all finished school and they were finally moving in together!!

Patton couldn't help but be giddy as he helped bring up boxes into their shared condo. While it was more expensive than getting an apartment, with four of them (hopefully five, soon!), the extra space was very much needed.

Patton was just so happy to finally have his three soulmates together. He couldn't help but constantly be hugging on one of them. While it was a bit inconvenient while they were unpacking boxes, none of them dared complain about it when Patton was pressing such soft kisses all over their faces.

When they had unpacked enough boxes to be considered livable, they all collapsed onto the mattress on the floor, their bed frame coming later that week.

"We need to go grocery shopping tomorrow. We can not live off the snack cakes and cheez-itz Patton brought," Logan said.

"That's how I lived throughout high school," Virgil said.

"I can not and will not let you resume such a diet," Logan responded.

"Well tonight, I'm ordering take-out," Roman said as he pulled out his phone.

Nobody objected. They were all too tired to even think of going to buy things to cook with. And then they'd have to unpack the dishes and dear god Patton was getting exhausted just thinking about it.

Forty minutes and a bunch of Chinese take-out containers later, the four of them were back on the mattress.

"The spare room can be a studio!" Roman mused. "Logan and I can use it for our writings while you two can use it to paint."

"I am quite excited to get the bookshelves up," Logan said. "The new ones we bought are very nice."

"I'll finally have a good place to keep all my records, and- hey, Pat? Are you okay?"

Patton wiped the tears that had quietly fallen down his face.

"It's just... I'm so happy to finally have all of us in a home together."

Virgil gave him a lopsided grin and pulled him against his chest. "I promise, the feeling is mutual."

"Well... almost all of us," Roman said, a hint of sadness in his smile. Patton paused to look at all of them, their beautiful eyes along with the golden one of their unfound soulmate.

"We'll find them soon," Patton whispered. "I'm sure."

"...I wonder what they'll think," Virgil muttered into Patton's hair. "When they find out that the four of us have been together for a while."

"I pray they're not alone," Roman muttered as he moved to spoon Vigil, reaching for Logan over Patton. "We've been so lucky to find each other..."

"It accomplishes nothing to fret over it," Logan said as he turned on his side beside Patton and took Roman's hand. "We will meet them when the time is right."

"I know," Patton huffed as he leaned against Logan. "But I can't help but be impatient."

"I wonder what they're like," Roman mused.

"Lovely. Amazing. Perfect," Patton suggested.

"Let's not set too high expectations," Logan said. "Whoever they are, they will be wonderfully flawed and wonderfully human. Not perfect."

"Hmmm, I don't know about that, Specs," Roman said with his cocky grin. "You all thoroughly and fantastically beat all my expectations."

Logan scoffed, but didn't feel like starting an argument.

Patton yawned, soon followed by Roman, then Virgil, then finally Logan.

"We really should put sheets on the mattress," Logan said, though made no effort to move.

"Yeah, probably," Patton sighed. No one moved.

"Okay," Virgil said after a moment as he pushed himself out of Roman's arms, causing Roman to whine at the loss. "Let's go get ready for bed. We can not afford a dentist's visit for cavities so get up."

Roman groaned as he fell on his back, but eventually pushed himself up alongside Patton and Logan.

Logan did manage to persuade them to put bed sheets on the mattress, and as soon as the four of them had their arms around each other they immediately fell asleep, the busy day finally catching up to them.

*

Virgil huffed as he pulled his hoodie tighter around him. Though he had lived here for a few months now, he still wasn't used to the large crowds and today the crowd seemed worse than usual. People were touching him from all angles and he just wanted to get home.

He stared at his phone, doing his best to text Patton while watching where he was walking. He thought he was doing an okay job when he accidently hit shoulders with another pedestrian.

"Shit, I'm so sorry," Virgil said as he quickly got on his knees to help pick up the things that had fallen out of the stranger's arms: a book on philosophy, a stack of notes titled "Moral and Political Philosophy", a copy of "Lord of the Flies," and a pamphlet called  "How to Care for Your Royal Python."

The stranger said nothing as he pushed up his sunglasses and quickly grabbed the papers on the ground. Virgil glanced up to see sharp cheekbones and scarring on the left side of the stranger's face. He glanced back down before he could observe much closer details, not wanting to be caught staring.

He handed the last of the papers to the stranger, and the stranger walked off with a huff. Virgil, rattled by the whole encounter, now really just wanted to get home.

*

"Hello!" a chorus of calls came from the living room when Virgil opened the front door. Virgil smiled as he slipped off his shoes and he heard the sound of Patton running up to him.

Patton wrapped his arms tightly around Virgil's neck and Virgil held back, grin growing larger.

Patton eventually pulled back to press a quick kiss to Virgil's lips, then leaned back to look at Virgil's face when his smile dropped and his eyes widened.

"What?" Virgil asked anxiously as his grip tightened around Patton.

"Virgil, your eyes!" Patton exclaimed. That got the attention of Logan and Roman, and Virgil heard the couch shift before the two walked around the corner.

"What about them?"

Patton frowned. "You... you don't know?"

Roman gasped and Logan's eyes widened as well, and Virgil ran to the front bathroom.

His face paled when he saw what they were talking about. In the mirror, two gray eyes were staring at him.

It could've been anyone. How many people had he talked to today? The attendant at the subway, the woman he sat next to, the barista, the employees at the art store, the man he bumped into, the woman at the crosswalk-

"Virgil?" Patton asked quietly. Virgil glanced to the doorway to see the three of them looking at him with worried expressions. It was just then that Virgil realized he was struggling to breathe.

He reached for them and immediately Logan took his hands in his, guiding him to sit on the toilet lid as Logan led him through his breathing.

"I- I don't know who," Virgil said. "I never noticed anyone's eyes today. I wasn't paying attention, I-"

Roman shushed him gently as he squatted down to be eye level with Virgil. "It'll be okay, love," he assured. "We'll find them. We know they're here, in the city. I'm sure one of us will run into them soon."

Virgil just nodded as Roman ran his hand up and down Virgil's arm. He let himself lean against Roman, head resting on his shoulder, trying to ignore his running thoughts of what is their soulmate is just a tourist and they leave the city before they get to meet them, or what if it's forever until they meet again because the city's population is so large and-

"Virgil, dear, you're spiraling," Logan said as he squeezed Virgil's hands, causing Virgil to blink back into focus.

"Come to the couch with us, hm?" Roman asked as he placed gentle kisses on Virgil's head.

"We'll watch your favorite movie?" Patton asked. Virgil couldn't help but smile. They were trying to distract him from his own thoughts. It wasn't easy, but a few kisses and cuddles were usually enough to at least quiet them down a bit.

"Yeah, okay."

*

It was only a few days later as Roman was rushing down the subway station steps. Today was an audition he really wanted to make, so of course it was just his luck that he was almost running late. He quickly swiped his card and went through the turnstile, running towards the subway platform.

Panic rushed through him as he saw the doors closing. And in a move that he would call "brave" and Logan and Virgil would call "idiotic", he risked it. He ran towards the door and just barely made it through, though his momentum caused him to run straight into someone standing, causing them to let go of the hand rail and stumble back.

The man glared at him as he pushed Roman off, dusting off his shirt and readjusting his messenger bag.

"Oh, my sincerest apologies. I didn't... mean... to..." Roman trailed off. He saw a man with a large scar down the left side of his face, sharp cheekbones, and some of the prettiest eyes he had even seen. His right eye was golden brown, while his left was Patton's green. The man's eyes widened as he watched Roman's left eye morph from his gold into Roman's own dark brown, and a large grin grew on Roman's face.

The subway started and Roman was jolted forward. His soulmate reached out and steadied him.

"Hi," Roman said breathlessly.

"...Hi."

Neither said anything for a moment when his soulmate realized he was still holding onto Roman and quickly let go.

"I'm Roman."

"I'm-"

"One of the most gorgeous men I've ever had the privilege of seeing?" Roman said, so quietly he was almost worried his soulmate didn't hear it, but the slight blush growing on his cheeks told him that he did.

"I'm Janus."

"You have no idea how wonderful it is to have finally found you."

"I believe I have a better idea than you think."

Roman flushed.

"I see you've met the others," Janus said, just a hint of bitterness in his voice. "Which one did I happen to run into that day?"

"Virgil," Roman smiled. "You met Virgil. He'll be really glad I found you. He was really freaking out about it."

"Virgil," Janus repeated quietly to himself.

"And there's Patton, the green, and Logan, the blue. Oh, you must let me bring you to the apartment, they'll adore you. They'll be so excited when I tell them-"

Roman was interrupted by the subway intercom announcing its arrival to the next station. Alarm shot through Roman when he realized this was his stop, but he had something much more important to attend to now.

"This is your stop?" Janus asked, though it wasn't really a question. "Where are you headed?"

"An audition," Roman said as the subway came to a stop. Roman hadn't grabbed hold of the handrail and had to be yet again saved by Janus to keep from stumbling. "But it's not that important."

Janus raised his eyebrow, clearly not buying it.

"I can skip. Let me take you somewhere. Have you had lunch yet? I-"

"Oh, stop," Janus said as the doors opened. He grabbed a pen from his bag and took Roman's arm, pushing up his coat sleeve to quickly write his number. "I have a job interview to go to. And even if I didn't, I would not let you sacrifice your audition for a date."

Date. Date. It clicked in Roman's mind that he would not be able to take this gorgeous man out on dates and he felt his face grow red again.

"Call me when you're finished," Janus said as he pulled Roman's coat sleeve back down.

He then proceeded to take Roman's hand in his and bend down to kiss it gingerly. "And good luck," he looked up and said with what he knew was a charming smirk. He then proceeded to nearly push Roman off the subway right before the doors closed, Leaving Roman a bit flustered and speechless on the subway platform.

*

Roman walked out of that audition room fucking delighted. Using his newfound excitement and adrenaline, he felt he did really well at the audition, and the director and casting director seemed to like him pretty well. He was feeling good about his chances.

But now he could finally do what he truly wanted to do the whole time. He pulled out his phone and called Janus.

"Janus?" Roman asked as soon as the line was answered.

"Hello, Roman," Janus replied. And though Roman barely knew him, he could already hear the confident grin that accompanied the lilt in his voice. "Doing well?"

"Doing fantastic. I think it went really well. I think I really captured the intricacies of the character, and not to brag but I'm pretty sure the director loved me. She said that I- Oh. Uh. How did your interview go?"

Janus chuckled. "It went well. I'm glad to hear your audition did, as well. Care to tell me about it over tea?"

Roman was already too far gone. "I'd love that."

"I picked a spot a few blocks away from the subway station you got off. I'll text you the address. Shall I order you a drink?"

*

This cafe was not one of the quick and cheap coffee grabs Roman and Virgil would go to each morning. This one was larger, not crammed between two other buildings. It had floor to ceiling windows with hanging plants surrounding the edges. And inside, sitting at a table by the window, was Janus - sipping a cup of tea and reading.

Roman couldn't help the large grin that grew on his face when he saw Janus. The bell above the door dinged and a smile also grew on Janus' face when he looked up and saw Roman.

"Don't screw this up, don't screw this up, don't screw this-"

"I ordered your tea," Janus' smooth voice interrupted Roman's thoughts. "I also asked for honey. I know actors swear by it."

"Thank you," Roman smiled as he sat down, rubbing his sweaty palms on his pants.

"So you're an actor?" Janus asked as he lifted his tea to his lips. Roman flashed a grin he hoped was confident as his hands gripped his pants.

"Indeed I am!" Roman said. "I have a degree in theatre and have been acting my whole life."

Roman's knuckles turned white in his lap. He was unfamiliar with nerves that weren't the exciting rush before going onstage - these nerves made his leg shake and teeth clench, no matter how hard he tried to smile his mouth into relaxation.

"What about you? What do you do?" Roman asked as he made sure his hands weren't shaking before picking up his own cup.

"I'm getting my doctorate in philosophy, but with exams coming up I'd rather not spend a second thinking about it longer than I have to. Please, I'd love to hear more about you."

Roman desperately tried to think of anything he knew about philosophy, but of course his final soulmate would major in the one class Roman had to drop in college.

"What would you like to know?"

"What about me scares you?"

Roman quickly looked up from his teacup to look at Janus' face.

"Wha- Nothing about you scares me! Why would you say that?"

"Honey, your leg has been shaking nonstop and you won't look at me."

Roman gaped as he put his cup down. Janus' face fell just a tad, and Roman wouldn't have been able to tell if he hadn't been only focusing on Janus' expression.

"It's the scar, isn't it? I know it's off putting-"

"No!" Roman exclaimed, a bit louder than he meant to. "No. Trust me, I have been taken by your beauty the moment I saw you. The scar doesn't bother me at all."

Janus blinked in surprise before quickly recovering.

"If not that, then what's got you scared, dear?"

Roman hesitated before sitting back in his chair.

"When I met Logan, I met up with him in a coffee shop. I then proceeded to thoroughly fuck up the entire conversation. It took two weeks before we were able to spend time together like soulmates are supposed to."

"And you didn't want to fuck up this one?" Janus asked. Roman nodded, avoiding Janus' gaze.

Roman was startled when a gloved hand reached over and gently tiled his face up. Janus was looking at him with soft eyes, juxtaposed only by the huge smirk on his face.

"Roman, honey, I don't know the situation with Logan, but when a handsome man literally falls into my arms, what else am I supposed to do but be utterly taken?"

Roman blushed, and his embarrassment only grew when he chased after the hand that Janus took off his face. Janus chuckled and took Roman's hand across the table.

"The man the universe just gave me then proceeds to compliment me then offers to drop everything to spend time with me? How sweet. Naive, and a bit foolish, but so incredibly sweet."

Janus ran his thumb over Roman's knuckles the whole time. He leaned in across the table, and Roman couldn't help but follow.

"Trust me, dear Roman. Beautiful, courteous Roman. You don't have to worry about me."

And Roman was already gone.

*

Virgil was just lounging on the couch, scrolling through Tumblr when Patton got the phone call from Roman. He was going to bring their final soulmate to their home.

The first thing Virgil felt was relief. Relief that he hadn't screwed up, and that he hadn't missed the chance to find their final piece.

The second thing Virgil felt was joy. The three of them were ecstatic as Patton and Logan quickly tried to tidy up the apartment. Finally, after so many years of waiting, they were finally going to see them - they were on their way to their home.

The last thing Virgil felt was, unsurprisingly, anxiety. What if their final soulmate didn't like him? What if he somehow screwed up the introductions and their soulmate decided they didn't want anything to do with him? It didn't matter that Virgil had done this three times prior - meeting new people always stressed Virgil out, especially when the person was so important.

After what felt like an eternity (but was probably only twenty minutes), they heard the lock on the front door click. Patton reached for both Logan and Virgil's hands and squeezed them, and Virgil didn't know if it was to calm him or Patton himself.

Roman walked in with a wide smile on his face, and the man who followed behind him made Virgil's breath hitch.

He was even more gorgeous than Virgil remembered from the day they had run into each other. Here, Virgil could truly appreciate his features. And with no sunglasses to cover his eyes, Virgil got to watch as his eye faded from green, then blue, and finally into his own light brown.

Virgil couldn't help but glance over to Patton and Logan. Their eyes were both now only green and blue respectively, and Virgil felt a wave of fondness tighten in his chest. Their eyes were so perfect, so them. Part of Virgil knew he'd miss seeing his partners' eyes in each other, but most of him now was just in love with how beautiful they were.

Roman closed the door behind them.

"So this is-"

Before Roman could finish speaking, Patton cried out an "Oh!" and launched himself at the unsuspecting man, wrapping his arms around his neck and hugging him tightly.

The man was startled, and awkwardly patted Patton's back, but did nothing to push him away.

"I'm so happy to finally meet you!" Patton was crying. Their soulmate's mouth twitched up in a small smile.

"It's nice to meet you, too."

Patton reluctantly let go of their soulmate and gave him a sheepish smile.

"I'm Patton."

"Janus."

"Logan." Logan stepped forward and held out his hand. Janus shook it while Roman bit his lip to keep from laughing. It was an odd time to be so practical, Virgil thought, but another fond wave washed through him because that's just how Logan was.

Janus then looked over at Virgil.

"I've met you."

"Yeah, um. Sorry about that. Running into you I mean," Virgil said and immediately winced. Janus raised an eyebrow.

"Come sit!" Patton said as he ushered the four of them into the living room. "I'll make coffee! Or tea. Or cocoa. Which do you like, Janus?"

*

Virgil watched as Janus placed his now empty tea mug on a coaster. He couldn't help but watch him, even if it made him feel extremely creepy. He was a bit overwhelmed from the suddenness of everything, so he wasn't speaking very much. Janus didn't seem to mind as he conversed with the others.

Virgil could tell the others (and himself, if he was being honest) already adored Janus. With his smooth voice and sharp wit, it was easy to be captivated.

Patton, who was sitting in between Janus and Virgil on the couch, heard Virgil's stomach grumbled once the afternoon started to meld into evening. With all the excitement earlier in the day, Virgil had forgotten to eat lunch and hadn't thought about it until now.

After shoving a granola bar in Virgil's hands, Patton offered to pick up food from a nearby restaurant. Logan went with him, and Virgil graciously let Roman lead the conversation.

"I just prefer the more classic musicals of Broadway," Janus said with a wave of his hand as he reclined into the couch. "Many of the new musicals are too poppy for me."

"Even so, the new ones are so good!" Roman said as he leaned forward in his chair. Virgil himself leaned against the arm of the couch, waiting for a moment he felt comfortable interjecting. "Modern musicals may  not have the same charm as the classics, but that doesn't make the music or script any less enjoyable."

"Don't even get me started on the Hollywood takeover of Broadway," Janus said. "I am so tired of these musical adaptations of movies. We need to stop letting film companies take the theatres and give chances to new playwrights and original stories."

"That... you're mostly right on. But the Mean Girls musical has some bops."

Janus opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by Roman's phone ringing. By the scowl on Roman's face, Virgil knew he was going to decline, but then Roman hesitated.

"I don't mind if you take the call," Janus assured him. Roman gave him a grateful smile and answered it just before the final ring.

As Roman went to take the call in the bedroom, Virgil tried to quell the anxiety rising in him. It must've been important for Roman to have answered it at this time. Virgil hoped it wasn't an emergency. Maybe it was Remus calling him just to propose another crazy scheme of his - Roman could never ignore his brother. But it also could've been a phone call bearing bad news - Something happened to Remus, or Remy, or Emile, or something else terrible that would warrant Roman to interrupt his time with his new soulmate-

"Are you alright?" Janus asked, snapping Virgil from his spiraling thoughts. Virgil grimaced but gave him a smile anyways.

"Yeah, sorry. Just got lost in thought for a moment."

Janus looked Virgil up and down, making Virgil squirm under his gaze.

"Do I frighten you?"

"What? No! Of course not!" Virgil said. He sighed and turned more towards Janus. "I'm sorry. I just get inside my own head and freak out sometimes. You've been nothing but wonderful this whole time. I'm sor-"

"You don't have to apologize if you're anxious, Virgil," Janus said. "It's nothing to be ashamed of."

Virgil gaped for a moment. While of course the others accepted his anxiety, it took a bit of a learning curve for them to get used to it. No one had immediately told him before that they didn't mind.

"But I shouldn't be," Virgil eventually huffed, sitting up straighter and just a bit closer to Janus. "We're supposedly made for each other - I know we're going to get along so why does my brain tell me I'm going to mess it up?"

"That's what anxiety does, babe."

Virgil barked out a laugh.

"Yeah, you're right."

"So let me ask again now. Are you alright?"

Virgil thought for a moment before nodding.

"Yeah. For real this time."

Janus opened his arms, and Virgil graciously accepted.

"I'm so happy we found you," Virgil murmured into Janus' chest as Janus wrapped his arms securely around Virgil. "I had been so worried these last few days - worried that we'd never find you again, or that it'd be years-"

"You don't need to worry anymore," Janus said with a smile. "I'm right here where you need me."

The bedroom door opened, and Virgil automatically went to sit up, but Janus gently coaxed him into leaning against his side - not tightly enough to force him, just enough to show him that it's fine, and Virgil reminded himself that neither Janus or Roman would judge him.

Roman smiled when he saw the two of them, but his eyes were heavy and Janus and Virgil frowned.

"Is everything okay?" Virgil asked. "Who called?"

"Yes, everything's fine. Don't worry, my little stormcloud. It was just audition results from the one last week. I didn't make the callback."

"Oh, Roman. I'm so sorry," Virgil said. He sat away from Janus, who moved to encourage him back, but stopped once Virgil waved Roman over. Roman immediately moved to sit between them, laying his head on Virgil's shoulder as Virgil held him and Janus took his hands, running his thumbs over Roman's knuckles.

"You'll make one of them someday. You're so talented." Virgil assured him.

"It's so hard to get started," Roman sighed. "They're more likely to cast people they know, but how are they going to know me if I never get casted?"

"The people that ignore your talents aren't worth your time anyway," Janus said. "If they're more focused on relations rather than talent, that's not a production you want to be associated with."

Roman gave him a weak smile and went to sit up straight.

"Don't let me burden you both with my dilemmas this joyous night," Roman said. "Please, continue telling me about your classes, Janus."

Janus just sighed. "I just told Virgil not to be ashamed of his anxiety. You, Roman, do not need to be ashamed of being disappointed.

"I hate to bother you-"

"You're not bothering me, nor Virgil I'm sure. There's no shame in seeking comfort when you need it," Janus leaned closer to Roman. "I want you to take care of yourself. No bottling up feelings, okay?"

Roman nodded.

"Good."

Janus sat up straight.

"Also, if you'd like, I'd be happy to help you with your monologues and scenes. I myself used to do theatre work."

Roman's face lit up again. "Oh really?"

Janus nodded.

Virgil was almost as happy as Roman to hear it. While of course he and Logan and Patton helped Roman when they could, Virgil knew they weren't exactly the best scene partners to work with.

"I would love that. Is there a chance I could also get you to sing for me, my star?"

It was Janus' turn to blush, and with that Roman seemed to have gained his confidence again as he sat up to tease Janus, who snapped at him in return, but his smile showed it held no real malice.

Virgil rested his chin on Roman's shoulder as the two quipped back and forth. Logan and Patton got back home shortly after. Janus encouraged Roman to tell Logan and Patton what happened over the phone, and two of them took no time to comfort him.

Once dinner was done, Patton was insistent on making Roman's favorite red velvet cupcakes.

"You don't have to put in that trouble for me," Roman had said.

"Your smile is worth it," Patton replied. Roman had gone a deep red and couldn't muster up any further protests.

It was cramped in the kitchen. Virgil was sitting on the counter, mostly just handing utensils to who needed it, while Patton and Janus made batter. Logan had started on frosting while Patton insisted that Roman did need to help - these were for him, after all! So Roman floated from person to person, stealing hugs and kisses where he could get it.

Patton booped some batter onto Janus' nose and kissed it off, which had been too adorable to process.

Virgil watched as Roman made the rounds into Janus' arms. Janus was the only one tall enough to be eye level with Roman. Roman's expression turned from blissed to thoughtful to hesitant. Janus, ever intuitive, knew what he was thinking and leaned in to press a quick, chaste kiss to Roman's lips. Roman's smile grew wide and his cheeks grew red as he rested his forehead on Janus'

Virgil himself could feel his heart swelling with happiness. He watched as Logan and Janus were able to discuss and debate about far more things than the rest of them could understand. Janus and Roman were able to throw clever nicknames at each other, their sharp wits bouncing off the other's. Janus was able to make Patton grow blushy and giggly almost as fast as Roman, using that smooth lilt in his voice to fluster him almost immediately.

Then Janus thought back to their brief time together on the couch - when strong arms held him tightly and grounded him, letting him know that he was safe - and Virgil knew that they were finally complete.

[nathank77]

4/9/24

7:18 p.m

I passed out around maybe 8 a.m potentially earlier. On the half MG without anything else.

I probably woke up about 4-6 times but I kept my eyes closed and I heard weird hallucinations like screaming or laughing-thats how I know I am about to fall back to sleep........ it's all the same volume but I can still make out what I hear. A scream is still the same volume as a whisper.. but yea I kept my eyes closed despite needing to pee cause I knew I was done for bc of those extra hallucinations.... I don't hear those during the day.

I woke up at 4:45 p.m..... my HSV2 inhibitor test and gonorrhea/chlamydia urine test was today at 4:40 p.m..... I ran out the door... drove to Quest, it's close... thankfully I had an extra pair of glasses in my backpack... I didnt have time to grab my glasses out of my case on my desk before I ran to Quest bc I really wanted to get it done. So this is one of those time where the whole having spare pairs of glasses is really helpful.. they saved my ability to be able to see when I was driving.

Luckily Quest did the tests..... I hate circadian rhythm disorder... I didn't want to open my eyes, I usually wake up to my alarm and I didn't this time. Back before I had psychosis I didn't wake up to my alarms but since Xanax I've been waking up to them almost everyday... when I opened my eyes I truly thought it was like 3 p.m... bc my alarm was set to 3:30 p.m.

My hallucination really is, "happy birthday," "I've got a birthday present," "that's the depressing part," and hearing my own thoughts being repeated which is maddening. I'm starting to regret aligning with it bc it makes it hard to say listen to a song/tv while thinking something out like what I got to do to today, etc... even without other types of chatter..

Anyways I await the results. I don't have chlamydia or gonorrhea. I know that hsv2 test was a false positive, yet I'm still worried..

I hit CVS, and then took a shower. I'm home now writing. I have an appt with apple later about my phone number bc it's associated with another account.

I was going to check out some Eyewear places near me but of course with my circadian rhythm disorder, and the time frames its impossible. Maybe I'll start with lens crafters on Saturday and then next week my schedule is less busy and maybe I can make it work.

I'm anxious about oversleeping tomorrow bc of my T-Shot... at 3:45 p.m... I'm so sick of being tied down to this appt every other week. It can't be later than that.... if I could do it myself or have my gf/family/ or anyone reliable do it, I would have significantly less obligations to fulfill every single month. I mean it's a fucking chore. This month alone in total its 3 appts..... it's actually really a huge source of stress. If I could do it myself or have someone else to do it, well I would have had 2 ultrasounds this month, 2 Quest appts, and one dentist appt...

Anyways, maybe I'll game later. Maybe I'll just stare at the TV mindlessly. I got to take a 1MG tonight/tomorrow at like 4:30 a.m so hopefully I can fall asleep earlier and get 7 hours and wake up before 3 p.m.....

I have that stupid dentist appt bc the doctor couldn't see me the day of the cleaning on Friday... I might just cancel and reschedule I need down time. All these optical centers near me close at like fucking 5-6......... it would be cool to be able to swing by a few. They are close together. Maybe I really will reschedule cause like if I go to the dentist, I expect to get my teeth cleaned and see the doctor that same day and only come back if they find a problem...

I still have my ultrasound next Wednesday at 4 p.m on my lower region. I'm worried about that... making the appt. Then them finding something... despite their being no reason for me to think they'll find something.

I just feel like between circadian rhythm disorder, sleep issues, the voice always screaming to get my attention. My constant auditory hallucination forcing me to drown it out and my ocd always being there forcing me to make rules, avoid things, my life is so stressful.

I got my refund back and I can afford glasses. How can I fit going to a few stores locally into my schedule when I'm always going to the doctors and oversleeping...

I have my disability appointment on the 16th at 1:30... idk if I'm just going to reschedule it, maybe I'll take 1 mg and try to make it so the damn thing gets off my fucking to do list and I get my fucking back pay. I'll feel like fucking shit...

Beyond that my arm still hurts from my fall. The x-ray came back clean. I waited until my doctors appt and had her send me in a MRI... it got denied so I sent in the appeal paperwork...

But yea I'm trying hard to stay on the ball, everything is counting against me.

I thought something, what if Elise brings up brendan if I ever run into her. Well if she excessively brings up their plans. I'll assume she's happily married and I will be happy for her but I'll have to cope with that potential of us being together not ever happening.

If she brings up he is with the girls I'll assume nothing. If she says they talked about divorce I'll just listen and say I'm sorry. My jaw might drop a little. That's what I'd do..

Although I don't expect her to show up Saturday. I hope she does.

[dc41896]

Grown Up

Happy belated Thanksgiving🦃! I wanted to post this before or on the actual day, but time got the best of me. Hope you guys like it!

Pairing: Chris EvansxBlack Reader

⚠️: None, all fluff☺️!

Following the delicious smell of ham, turkey, dressing, and other Thanksgiving dishes, River’s stomach growls peeking on his tip toes over the table at the various foods spread across it. Ever since the three of you flew in the day before, he couldn’t wait to dig into all his favorite foods and eat until his little belly felt swollen.

“Mommy, can we eat now?,” he asks as you walk by with yet another dish in your hands to put on the table.

“Not yet, but everything’s almost done. I’ll come get you when it’s time okay?”

“Kay.” Sighing, he makes his way to the living room hearing his cousins going back and forth as they shout out random directions leaving him confused.

“What’s that?,” he asks standing beside his two older cousins, Nick and Kira, sat on the leather ottoman.

“Fortnite,” Nick answers not taking his eyes off the screen in front of him. “No! Don’t go that way, meet me by the lake.”

Watching the animated characters jumping and running about as they sporadically built things to hide in, he found himself drawn to the screen and wanting to participate himself since they seemed to be having so much fun laughing and high-fiving as a different character disappeared.

“Can I play?”

“Um maybe later River, we still got a while before this game ends,” Kira answers taking a break to push her glasses higher on her nose before returning to her hurried button mashing as an armed group approaches them.

“When’s that?”

“We don’t know.”

“Why?”

“Because-dang! Quick revive me!”

“I am! River go sit down, we gotta focus. Plus your mom and dad may not even want you playing since you’re too little.”

“Am not,” he pouts crossing his arms across his chest.

“Are too, you’re only four. This game is for big kids like us,” Nick countered making River even more upset.

“I’m big boy too!”

“And I’m tired of y’all going back and forth!,” another one of his older cousins, Mary, interjects from the couch with her feet propped up. “I’m having an important conversation over here.”

“What important conversation? You’re just talking to your boyfriend,” Kira teases making her roll her eyes before placing the phone back up to her ear.

Clearly his cousins wouldn’t be letting him play anytime soon.

So with a huff, he turns around heading back to the kitchen until he hears groans and cheers erupt from the basement, where those who weren’t helping in the kitchen watched the football game.

Carefully stepping down the steps while holding onto the railing, he finds his dad, oldest cousins, uncles, and some aunts all spread out in chairs and on the sectional couch chatting about the last play as they drank from red plastic cups.

“Hey bubs!,” Chris smiles patting his knee for him to join him. “You okay?”

Lifting his arms so he could be picked up, he shrugs his shoulders playing with his father’s bigger hand.

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t play.”

“Play what?”

“For tight.”

“For tight?,” he asks raising an eyebrow. “What is that?”

“A game daddy. You jump and and hide and go bye.”

Before he could press any further on this very unique sounding game, the loud cheers steal his attention as he looks up to see a 49ner’s player run an intercepted ball in for a touchdown making him groan and River cover his ears from the commotion.

“Chris you might as well give it up man, the Pats not coming back anytime soon,” your younger brother, Carter, smirks sipping from his cup.

“I wouldn’t get too cocky yet. Remember we’re the top team at second half comebacks,” he retorts matching his smirk.

“You mean you were the top team. Now that your precious Brady is gone y’all haven’t had too many comebacks.”

“Okay yea losing Brady was a bit of a hit, but we’re still good! We just gotta get use to the new quarterback.”

“Hm are you really still good though?,” Carter asks cocking his head to the side.

“Like the niners are doing any better! You have the same record as us!”

Rather than sit and listen to his dad and uncle argue over teams, he hops down eventually meeting you halfway up the steps.

“Food ready now?”

“Yes sweetheart everything’s ready and you can eat,” you giggle watching him excitedly bounce up and down. “And everyone else in here, food is done! Come eat!”

“Mommy, I sit with you and daddy?”

“No bubs, you sit at the kids table with your cousins remember? Like last year.”

“I want to be with you and daddy.”

“Sorry love, there’s not enough room at the big table. Daddy and I won’t be far away though.”

Following you up the stairs and to the dining room, he wished the kid table never existed. All of his cousins were older than him by at least six years, so he felt alone as they tapped on their phones and told jokes only they understood. Not that they completely ignored him, it’s just their conversation with him wasn’t as long as the conversations they had with each other. As he watched you, Chris, and the other adults talking and laughing he wasn’t really in the mood for food anymore and wished the three of you were back at the hotel, or home even.

“Ma, we’re going outside to play!,” one of his cousins excitedly announced as they rose from their seats at the kids table barely pushing their chairs in.

“Aht! Did y’all throw away your trash first?,” his aunt Jackie asked making Kira sigh clearly wishing they could be outside already.

“Yes.”

“Alright go ahead, and be careful,” she answers as the older kids rush outside.

“Mommy I play too?,” River asks walking over to squeeze between you and Chris.

“Sure sweetie. After I’m finished we can go play.”

“No mommy, play with them.”

“Oh,” you reply looking outside to see the bigger kids, and a couple of the adults splitting up into teams as a football was casually tossed back and forth. “I don’t know River, they’re playing football and-,”

“I like football!,” he beams making you giggle.

“I know bubs, but you’re smaller than your cousins and I don’t want you getting hurt.” At your words, his smile falls and head hangs slightly. You, his dad, and even his grandparents always told him how he was such a big boy now, so why he couldn’t do these things not only confused him, but made him frustrated.

“But I’m a big boy...”

Turning on his heels, he stomps to the living room throwing himself on the couch hiding his head in one of the furry throw pillows beside him.

“You know mommy is just trying to look out for you right River?,” he hears as Chris approaches his spot on the couch, eventually squatting down beside him.

“Yes,” he sniffles turning to look at his father with red tinted eyes.

“Your cousins play a little rougher than what we play in the yard at home bud. That’s probably not a game a four year old should be in.”

“I wish I was old.” Softly chuckling, he wipes his son’s tears before leaning over to kiss his forehead.

“I know it seems fun, but trust me when I tell you to stay a kid for as long as you can. Honestly, I wish I was little like you again.”

“Really?”

“Yep,” he nods. “Being little comes with a lot more perks than you think. Like you can get all the toys, sleep in as much as you want, and you don’t have to worry about bills.”

“Bills?,” River asks sitting up.

“Yea they suck. Like how you feel about going to the dentist every year.”

“Ohh, yea bills are the worst,” he agrees shaking his head and making Chris laugh. “You can play games though. I can’t.”

There’s momentary silence as River fiddles with his hands and Chris looks at his son, taking his time to think how he could make everything better.

“Come with me,” he smiles holding his arms out so River could wrap his around his neck attaching himself to his dad.

“Hey, everything okay?,” you ask as they enter the dining room.

“Almost, I have an idea though that might help.”

“Chris...?”

“Trust me, it’s nothing crazy,” he chuckles kissing your cheek before heading out the back to meet with those playing in the yard.

———

Now finished helping wash the dishes and putting away the leftover food, you step outside in search of your two boys who surely had to be tired after spending over an hour outside. Plus with it getting late, you wanted to get back to the hotel before dark.

Sticking your head out the door, you see Chris and River running from one tree to the other trying not to be seen by everyone else playing. After whispering in his ear, Chris darts out shooting his Nerf gun at Kira and Nick each trying to reach the flag in the middle of the yard.

“Freeze! I got you!”

“Dangit!”

“That’s it, next round Chris is on my team.”

“Not if I get him first!”

As the two kids argue, River manages to dodge the shots from his other cousins reaching the flag and excitedly jumping up and down as he holds it over his head.

“Look! I got it daddy!,” River smiles as his dad jogs over to pick him up smiling himself.

“I see bubs! Good job!”

“Chris! River! You guys ready?,” you shout turning their attention towards the house.

“Mommy, I got the flag!,” River shouts back waving the bright orange, flimsy plastic in front of him.

“I see, congrats love! You guys ready to go? It’s getting late.”

“Aw do they have to leave already auntie Y/N? What about one more round?,” Nick asks wiping the sweat from his forehead.

“She’s right guys it’s getting late, we can pick it up tomorrow though,” Chris replies as they groan.

“Fine, we’ll play again tomorrow. This was a cool game idea River!,” Kira smiles giving him a high-five.

“Yea! It’s like our own version of Fortnite,” Nick adds making his little cousin shyly smile setting his forehead on his Chris’ shoulder.

Giving hug filled goodbyes to your remaining family members still hanging around, the three of you eventually get in your car ready to return to the hotel so you could get ready for bed. Not even 10 minutes in your ride, the sound of soft snores cause you to turn around finding your son peacefully sleeping with head slumped forward.

“Looks like your idea also tired him out,” you giggle. Peeking in the rear view mirror, Chris softly chuckles before letting out a short yawn himself. “Oh, is it past your bedtime too?”

“Um, did you just call me old?,” he smirks with hand on his chest.

“No of course not. I’d never disrespect my elders like that,” you tease causing him to gasp extending his arm to tickle your side. Covering your mouth to avoid waking River with your laughs, you’re finally able to push his hand away after a couple tries. “Stahp!”

“Don’t call me old.”

“I didn’t, I said elder which you technically are being older than me.”

“Well...then...don’t allude to me being or getting old. That’s not nice,” he pouts as he puts the car in park, turning to look at you with those heart melting blue eyes.

“I sowy. Forgive me?” Watching you bat your lashes trying to seem as innocent as you could, he can’t help but laugh bringing your face closer to his.

“Hmm...I guess,” he smiles pecking your lips.

“And thank you for fixing everything with River.”

“Babe you don’t have to thank me. It’s just part of my job being the world’s best dad,” he shrugs nonchalantly.

“And right now, most annoying,” you joke kissing his lips one more time.

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[the-wretched-and-joyful]

Midnight Chaos

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Word count: 937

Requested: By @hollandbroz-n-haz

Warning: None

Summary: You are worried and awake at night, so your boyfriend should join you, shouldn’t he

A/N: Look!!! I wrote something! Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I loved writing it! P.s: sorry I didn’t post as I said I would 😥

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It might sound silly, but you really didn’t want the morning to come.

Sleep eluded you, only cause you kept thinking about the dreadful day tomorrow was going to be. Harrison on the other hand was snoring away merrily right beside you. While as his girlfriend, his peaceful sleep is something you’d love, right now it annoyed you. So much that you couldn’t help but snatch the entire blanket from his body and wrapping it around yourself.

It didn’t have the desired effect though. That man kept on sleeping like everything else in the world didn’t matter. But the worry for tomorrow was gnawing at your mind so badly that you had to sit up. And you also turned on the lamp on your side, cause sitting in the dark will only deepen your worry.

Hoping that the light will at least wake your snoring boyfriend, and you won’t have to directly disturb his rest, you looked at him. But once again, he remained asleep, like a rock.

“Unbelievable!” you whispered, rubbing your hand on your forehead, contemplating whether you wake him up or not. In the end, you decided that for your sanity, he would have to lose his sleep.

“Haz, Hazzy?” you called him as gently as you could, but to no avail. So you decided to shake him up a bit along with the loving calls. But once again didn’t work. So in the end, you did the only thing you could do to wake up the rock of a boyfriend you had.

“HARRISON OSTERFIELD!” you slammed your pillow on his body, with the satisfactory result of him waking up.

“THE WATCHERS ON THE WALL WILL PROTECT THE REALM!” he sat up, bewildered, not even realizing what he was saying. Looking around and noticing no imminent danger, he looked at you, sitting innocently with your pillow in your lap, “What happened?”

“Well, first, you need to stop watching game of thrones, cause you’re probably dreaming about it!” You barely kept your laughter in when he woke up saying that, “And secondly, I can’t sleep, I’m worried about tomorrow.”

Harrison almost looked close to tears at this point, “So you wake me up with a heart attack? Baby I love you but it is 6 in the morning!” he slumps against the headboard and his pillows, his hands on his chest, trying to calm his erratic heart.

“It’s not 6, it’s merely 3:30!” you roll your eyes. “And are you sure it’s not beating so fast cause it is stunned by my natural beauty?” you lean against his shoulder, only to receive his glare.

“First of all, no one has perfect bearings when woken suddenly at…” he squints at the clock beside his bed, “…3 am in the morning. And secondly, you said you were worried about tomorrow, and now you flirt with me?”

“Gee, I’m just trying to lighten up the mood!” you make a face at him and sit up, “yes I’m worried about tomorrow. What am I going to do?”

“GO TO SLEEP MAYBE? God knows why I got a crackhead of a girlfriend out of everyone, but please for the love of everything else in this world, go to sleep!” and with that he laid down, taking your pillow and covering his head with it.

Not to back down, you snatch the pillow from him and start hitting him with it, “I said I can’t sleep you dork! You should be a good boyfriend and help me out…” before you could finish what you were about to say, you were tackled by a very annoyed Harrison.

“Firstly, I don’t have advice for crazy people, cause they are crazy…” He tries to hold on to your hand as your try to smack him off of you, “and secondly, you’re worried for nothing! It’s all going to go down smoothly.”

“What if it doesn’t and I pass away?” your overthinking brain almost makes you cry.

“Guess I’ll have a chance to find someone sane!” The sarcasm in his voice was evident, but your brain was in an overthinking mode.

“OH, so you hate me? Don’t you! You hate me so much that you want me to pass away tomorrow!” the fact that you were crying sobered Harrison up now.

"I didn't say that I hate you. Plus, it’s just a dentist’s appointment to remove your wisdom teeth! No one passes away from THAT!” he tries to smile and lighten your mood, but you were not having it.

Climbing down from the bed and snatching your pillow you got ready to sleep in another room, "You implied it, that you hate me!” your voice was still thick with tears, “SO fine, have your peaceful sleep, I’ll go.” And before Harrison could even say anything you left, slamming the bedroom door behind you.

Sighing, Haz sat back down on his bed, looking at the clock once again. He would give it 15 minutes tops, but you seemed quite shaken, so he might have to go looking for you after that.

He didn’t have to though. He had laid back down, staring at the ceiling when he heard the bedroom door open, and the quiet patter of your feet at you walk to the bed and climb in, wasting no time in wrapping yourself around him.

“Shut up, don’t say a word.” Your voice still carried a grumpy undertone, but he knew it would disappear like the clumps of darkness in the room when the morning comes. So for now he only wrapped himself around you tighter, and try to convey wordlessly how much he loved you.

[bssaz97]

Family Friend

- Patch Island, Kingdom of Vale -

[95 A.G.W.]

[18:55 Hours (6:55 PM)]

10 YO Rowan: Wagon check?

10 YO Summer: Check!

Rowan: Soda?

Summer: Check!

Rowan: Balloons?

Summer: Check!

Rowan: Poppy Rocks?

Summer: Check!

Rowan: All Poppy Rocks accounted for?

Summer: *about to open a bag to eat* Uhhh... Check!

Rowan: Ready to throw some Poppy Rock filled Cola’s at that stupid dentist billboard Sis?

Summer: Heck yeah!

Weapons of choice in hand, the Rose twins stealthily went on their way dragging along twelve bottles of Cola Pops with a box of Poppy Rocks in what would be their best prank yet.

[45 Minutes Later…]

After trekking through the woods, the twin finally arrived at the destination of their latest prank....

A Billboard promoting a local Dentist Office!

Rowan: After two months of saving our allowances and a week’s worth of lunch monies, we finally have the tools to enact today’s plan! For too long we children have to suffer at the hands of those “dental specialists,” so now it’s time to take revenge for children of all ages!

Summer: *fistbumps* Yeah!

Both take a liter of Cola in their hands and begin to use them to fill several balloons. Afterwards they poured a whole sachets worth of the rock candy mixture.

Once they had their weapons ready, they quickly shook a balloon in each hand, took aim and threw them at the billboard with all their might!

When the two balloons had made contact with the billboard, the twins had been pleased to see the sight of two messy and foamy spray on the dental advertisement.

Summer: Woo! That was so cool!

Rowan: Yeah! ...Wanna throw another one?

Summer: Heck yeah!

They prepared more balloons and repeated the action of tossing them in exactly the same way as before.

Soon enough, the billboard was nearly covered with sticky foam and rock candy, all to the twins mischievous glee and amusement.

Sadly their fun was too soon coming to an end, they both stared at the two remaining balloons that they each held.

Summer: Aw... I wish we had bought more balloons.

Rowan: It was fun while it lasted. Come on, let’s make these ones count. Whoever can hit an eye gets to give the other their brussels sprouts for dinner tonight!

Summer: Yuck! Brussels sprouts... you’re on!

The twins held their final individual balloons in one hand, rearing their arms back to throw and are prepared to fling their balloons, but unfortunately for these two, their fun ended when a beam of a flashlight was pointed at them.

“Oi! Hold it right there!”

The twins stopped themselves mid throw, thankfully neither of them let go of their balloons, as they both turned towards the light being pointed at them.

Busted.

A figure walked towards slowly, a female judging by the voice, a northern Valean accent to be accurate. However, neither of the twins could not make out as to who the woman was for the sky had begun to turn dark and the light that she held was exceptionally bright.

The young woman stopped only a meter away from them.

???: Reach for the sky.

The two Rose twins complied, both raiding their hands.

???: Well would ya look at here, I got me some no good troublemakers messin’ around with town property. Don’t try ta deny it either, I caught ya’s red handed.

Rowan: W-We aren’t trouble makers m-mam, we were just playing. Right Sum?

Summer: Y-Yeah, just playing! Honest!

???: Oh? An’ you want to believe that loada crap. Especially when ya’s still got tha proof in ya hands.

Rowan was shaking in place, this was not looking good for either of them, they had been caught and now they were likely in big trouble. Mom would find out and be disappointed, he could get kicked out of the soccer team and they could get this marked on their permanent record.

He was taken away from his thoughts when he faintly heard whimpering, turning his gaze he saw his twin looking on the verge of tears, absolutely terrified at the implication of getting in trouble.

That just solidified Rowan’s decision.

Rowan: I-I …It was my idea! Please if you’re going to take one of us in, just take me and let my sister go! She just went along with my idea!

Summer: Wha-! N-No that’s not true! I threw just as many balloons as he did!

Rowan: *whispering* Summer! I’m trying to save your skin!

Summer: *whispering* Nooo! I don’t want you to go to jail!

Rowan: Please mam, I acted alone! She just watched me do it and I pressured her into it!

???: That a fact? Well that doesn’t mattah, I’m takin’ the two’s of ya in anyway.

Stretching out her empty hand she activated her semblance, causing the tips of her fingers to illuminate a green hue and a symbol of a leaf appeared on her hand. What occurred next shocked the two young Rose twins.

From the ground beneath them, roots emerged and swiftly wrapped around their little wrists, forming makeshift wooden handcuffs. With a pull, the roots brought the two on their knees, making it clear to the two that she meant business.

Rowan: W-Wait! Hold on a minute! Don’t you have to read us our rights or something!?

Summer: Yeah! Tell us we have the right to an attorney!

???: Attorneys are for grownups. Bad kids like the two of ya’s, get sent to juvie. You two already confessed to the crime, so now I’m takin’ ya to tha slammer!

Rowan: B-But!

Summer: I don’t wanna to go to juvie! Please don’t take us!

The two are nearly close to tears when something unexpected happens. The woman in front of them started to …giggle. Soon enough, her laughing grew louder in volume as she started leaning forward, holding onto her abdomen as she was losing herself to her hysterics.

With a wave of her hand the roots receded, returning to the ground albeit the restraints that remained on the twins wrists.

They looked on in bewilderment as the woman who was apprehending them laughed at the two as though she heard the best joke of her life.

???: *inhales* Oh, you shoulda seen the look on the both of ya’s faces! That’s gold! Pure gold!

She turns off her flashlight with a press of a button, no longer hindering the twins vision. When both of their vision became adjusted to natural light, they immediately put together their apprehender’s identity.

Rowan: Rosemary!?

The twin’s apprehender was none other than Rosemary Thornbush, local Huntress and resident of Patch. She also happened to be a friend of their mother and aunt, and they had history. So the redhead was indeed a familiar face to them.

Rosemary: *laughs* Hey Row-Row. I got ya kids good, didn’t I?

Summer: Rosie! That was mean! I actually thought we were in trouble!

Rosemary: I nevah said you ain’t.

A silence fell on both the twins, as they saw

Summer: oh… so we are going to juvie?

Rosemary: Nah. But the two of ya’s are gonna get a mouthful from ya mom.

Rowan: Y-You’re gonna tell Mom?

Rosemary: Yep, and she’ll get to decide the punishment for that. *pointing at the billboard*

Summer: …Can we go to jail instead?

Rosemary: Oh quit you’re whining, get up you two!

Sheathing her flashlight, Rosemary takes both children by the wrist and guides them down the dirt path towards their home.

Rowan: But the wagon.

Rosemary: We’ll get that tomarraw, it ain’t going nowhere.

Rowan: Aw…

[A walk of shame later…]

Ruby Rose gazes down at her two children in front of her, whom she believed were going to a sleepover, but were all actuality caught vandalizing a billboard with the liters of soda and candy that she purchased under the pretense that they were gonna be used by school children to eat and drink. So not only did her naughty children lie to her, but they also committed a crime.

She was not in a good mood.

Ruby: Rowan, Summer, is this true?

Neither of the twin’s answers her and instead avoided her piercing gaze by looking at the floor. Their guilt clearly written on their small faces.

Ruby: *breathes* Well then, for starters, you’re both going to get ready for dinner. Then you both are going help me wash the dishes tonight, which will be spotless, and then you will both get ready for bed and go to your rooms without any TV or games for the rest of the week.

The two winces at the stern tone she used, they only hear it rarely but it’s not one any child enjoys hearing.

Ruby: Then tomorrow morning you both are going to wake up, eat your breakfast …and help clean up the mess you made on that billboard.

Summer: B-But tomorrow’s the weekend.

Ruby: And?

Summer: Nothing Mommy…

Ruby: You have anything to add mister?

Rowan: No Mommy…

Ruby: Good. Now go fresh up, I made dinner and I don’t want it to get cold.

Wordlessly, the twins moved past her and hears them go upstairs to their shared bathroom to wash up for what would undoubtedly be a very awkward meal.

The sound of giggling breaks Ruby’s thoughts as she turns her attention back towards her guest.

Rosemary: Yeesh, I’d hate to make you angry. Especially if I met you as a kid.

Ruby paused then shook her head, laughing a bit herself at the notion. Being only five years her senior and a friend of her older brother at Signal, the young lady has a way of making her seem old.

Ruby: Thank you Rosie for bringing them home, I really appreciate it.

Rosemary: Forget about it Ruby, I’m always happy to help a friend of the family. Your kids certainly did make the highlight of my night.

Ruby: Did you want to stay for dinner?

Rosemary: Thanks for the offa but Ma’s undoubtedly waiting for me to get my butt back home. Maybe another night. Bring the whole family?

Ruby: I think the kids would love that, once they get over you turning them in.

Rosemary: I hate to do it but it’s my job. Also, I plan to keep an eye on them while they clean up their mess tomarrah. I figured you’s gonna ask that.

Ruby: Thank you again, when everything is cleaned up I’ll come to get them. Who knows, maybe you can expect a cheesecake with your name on it?

Rosemary: Yes mam! *has an eager smile on her face*

Ruby: Well then, I hope you get home safely Rosie, let the family know I said hi and that I appreciate their daughter looking out for my children.

Rosemary: Sure thing, Shrub is definitely gonna enjoy hearing about this. Well you have a goodnight, Ruby.

Ruby: You too, Rosie.

With her job seemingly done for the night, the younger red head began on her way, walking down from the Rose residence’s porch and making her way back from the dirt path. But before she could make it there, her attention is taken away when a voice from behind her called out.

Ruby: Rosie!

Rosemary: *looks back* Yea?

Ruby: …Thank you for bringing them back.

Rosemary: *shrugs* Sure thing. What are friends for, am I right?

Without another word, the young huntress resumed on her way. Another normal day on Patch done and the night setting in.

- Fin -

A/N: Thanks again to @tanakaclinkbeard for allowing me to use his OC, Rosemary Thornbush, in my AU. While it is a different version of her and the history is also a variant, I did my best to keep the core traits of the original.

Edit: Also, the reason Rosemary talks differently is because she has what’s referred to as a Northern Valean accent (Boston accent for irl example).

[a-winchester-fairytale]

The One With The Road Trip

Summary:  Dean wants to go on a road trip with the girl he loves, but you have no idea all of the surprises he has in store for you.

Word Count: 2,078

Warnings:  lots of fluff -- (You may want to see a dentist after this)

A/N:  Written for @smol-and-grumpy​ Friends Title Challenge.  Thank you for hosting a fun challenge with lots of great prompts!  

Please feel free to let me what you think.  I love the feedback!!  <3

“What are you doing?” You groaned, throwing the blanket back over your head as he chuckled.  Dean set the bag down on the floor and jumped onto the bed with you.

“Come on, it will be fun.” He promised, squeezing your sides to tickle you underneath the covers.  You squirmed, playfully pushing him off you and nuzzling your face into his chest.

“Staying in bed on a cold morning can be kind of fun too.”  You suggested and you could feel his body shake with a deep laugh.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep you warm.”  He said in your ear, kissing your cheek and climbing out of the bed.

You sighed, rolling your eyes as you finally agreed to get up.  “Promises, promises.”  You teased, giving him a sideways smirk as he walked back down to the hall toward the kitchen.

Although you wondered what Dean had up his sleeve, you enjoyed days when he was in a playful mood.  It wasn’t often that he seemed happy and his lighter side came out, and that is the biggest reason you agreed to get up early on a brisk winter morning when there was finally a break between hunts.  

As you dressed, you could hear Dean talking to his brother Sam in the kitchen.  “We should be back by tomorrow night.”  

“Just be careful.  We still haven’t heard anything back from Cas about what is happening in Heaven and the angels.”  Sam told him.  Dean nodded.

“We will be.  If you hear anything, just give me a call and we’ll high tail it back here.”  He promised, his serious voice returning.

“I don’t suppose he is telling you where we are going.”  You hinted to Sam as you came into the kitchen.  

“Don’t you dare.” Dean threatened his little brother as he put a couple of thermoses in the green ice chest and headed out to the garage.

“Maybe, but I am sworn to secrecy.”  Sam told you.

“You’re no help at all.” You told him, squinting your eyes. Sam only shrugged and pretended to zip his lips together, tossing an imaginary key over his shoulder.

“Okay…”  Dean announced as he came back inside. “Duffel bags are in the trunk, provisions in the back seat, all I’m missing is my girl.”

You blushed, grinning from ear to ear at his endearment.  Dean was still the only guy you knew that could make you feel like a lovesick teenager.

“Have fun.”  Sam whispered, giving you a quick side hug.

 You climbed in the passenger seat and glanced in the back seat at a few provisions that Dean had carefully packed.  “Are you going to tell me what we are doing?”

“Just going on a road trip.” He replied with a slight shrug of his shoulders.  He pulled out of the garage and turned down the road, punching the gas and the impala took off.

“A road trip?”

“Yes.”  He confirmed, chuckling lightly at your suspicion.  “What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing.”  You replied, cautiously dragging out the word. He looked over to see you squinting your eyes and pursing your lips as you watched him drive.  

“What?”  he asked innocently.

“I just….”  You started, shaking your head.  “You literally go on road trips for a ‘living’ and that’s what you want to do when we don’t have any hunts on the radar?”

“Okay, that’s fair.” He admitted.  “I wanted to spend a day or two with you when we didn’t have the whole ‘end of the world’ thing breathing down our neck.  You know, just go somewhere like normal people.”  

“So, is this a ‘Dean Road Trip’ or a ‘Sam Road Trip’?”  You asked, smirking at the way he looked at you.  

“What does that even mean?”

“You know….Sam likes to have everything planned out beforehand.  Every turn and stop marked on that map in the glove box.  You – well, you like to just wing it.”  You explained and he laughed so hard the car swerved for a moment.  “I just want to know what I’m in for.”  You added.

“The destination is set, but otherwise we are winging it.”  He replied, his eyes dancing as he looked back at you.  

“Do I get to know the destination?”  You asked, giving him your best puppy dog eyes.

“Minnesota.”  He replied, obviously enjoying the game he was playing with you.

“What in the world is in Minnesota?”  

“You’ll see.”  He teased and you playfully rolled your eyes. “Now pick out some music and just have some fun.”  

“Now I know you are going crazy.”  You told him, picking up the tape box and putting one of the cassettes into the impala. “You are letting the passenger pick the music.”

“Just don’t tell Sammy.” He laughed.  He rested his arm along the back of the seat and you slid over close to him, leaning your head against his shoulder.

The two of you stopped often along the drive to break up the miles.  A few times at little gas stations filled with junk food, tacky souvenirs, and slushy machines.  Although most were small and didn’t have many options, you had always preferred them to the large chains along the interstates.  You thought they had personality and many times you would find the treats you enjoyed as a kid that were hard to find nowadays.  

As Dean bought a handful of snacks, including a few you knew he hated but you loved, you picked up a small toy souvenir.  Dean watched as you set it on the dashboard of the impala, debating for a moment before he simply sighed and let it stay there - at least for the trip.

The two of you stopped for lunch at a little 50’s style diner and stopped at the World’s Largest Ball of Twine and to take a selfie with Jolly Green Giant Statue before continuing down the road.  Dean found a quiet park next to a lake and stopped so they two of you could eat dinner that evening.  There were some old worn picnic tables and Dean unpacked the sandwiches he had packed in the back of the car.  

“Too bad it’s so cold or we could go swimming in that water.”  You commented, looking out at the lake.  You felt Dean get up from the table and turned to see a mischievous look on his face. “Oh, no….don’t you dare!”  You insisted, pointing a finger at him.

He came around the table and you jumped up, running away from him.  It only took him a few feet to wrap his arms around your waist, lifting you off the ground and you screamed at him.  He threatened to throw you into the water and then laughed as you tried to fight your way free.  Dean set you back on the ground, but held you close to him.

“I wouldn’t do that to you.” He said unconvincingly.  

“You better not, Dean Winchester.”  You threatened.  He leaned down and kissed you a few times before loosening his hold on you.  

“Come on, we still have a little farther to go.”  He said, grabbing your hand and leading you back to the car.

Hours later you felt Dean lightly shake your shoulder to wake you when he pulled the car to a stop. It was pitch black outside but you could see something reflecting off of the water in front of the car.  You didn’t remember falling asleep and stretched a little before climbing out of the car.  As soon as you did, you realized that what you saw reflecting on the water was coming from the sky above.

You stared in amazement at the northern lights spreading out in front of you in all the colors of the rainbow as you made your way to the front of the impala.

“Dean!  This is amazing.”  You exclaimed looking up at the colors dancing in the night sky.  

“Well, it’s not Denali.” He shrugged.  You looked over at him leaning on the grill of the car, stunned that he would remember that you had always wanted to go to Denali to see the Aurora Borealis.  “When I heard that this year was supposed to be a good year for this kind of thing, I figured it was worth a shot.”

“You planned this whole thing just for the northern lights?  I had no idea….”  You shook your head in disbelief, but Dean only shrugged.

“I didn’t want to say anything in case it didn’t work.  Everything I read said there was no guarantee and I didn’t want you to be disappointed if it didn’t happen.” He admitted.  

You turned to stand in front of him, placing your hands on his cheeks and kissing him softly.  “You could never disappoint me.”  You whispered against his lips.  He chuckled as you leaned your forehead against his. “I know that’s not what you meant, but this road trip has been wonderful.  You were right, it was nice to get to spend some time with you outside of hunting.”

“So you had fun?”  he teased.  You laughed and nodded.

“A lot of fun.  And this…”  You said turning around to look at the lights again.  “This is kind of perfect.”

Dean wrapped his arms around your waist and put his chin on your shoulder as you leaned back against his chest.  In spite of the frigid air, you felt warm and smiled, remembering his promise from that morning.

“I’m glad you feel that way cause perfect is kind of what I was going for.”  He said, moving his arm a bit to pull something out of his pocket and hold it out in front of you.

You glanced down at his hand and it took a moment for your eyes to realize what it was.  Suddenly you pushed your body forward and turned to stare at him in disbelief.  Dean was grinning from ear to ear, watching your face as you processed the ring you saw in his outstretched hand.

“Is that….?  Are you serious?”  You asked finally.  Dean nodded.

Sam wandered restlessly around the empty bunker, glancing down at the phone in his hand every few minutes.  He tried updating the hunter’s journals but when he found himself re-reading the same sentence a third time he growled in frustration and pushed the books away.  He tried working out, something that usually allowed him to get out of his own head, but at the end he felt more tense than relaxed.   He grabbed a beer from the kitchen and plopped down in the library tossing the phone down on the table in front of him.

“This is ridiculous.” He mumbled to the empty room.  “You’d think I was the one asking.”

Sam rolled his eyes, taking another drink from the bottle before setting it down on the table.  He glanced at the carved initials next to it, thinking back to the day him and Dean had added their mark.  The corner of his mouth turned upward in a smile at the memory.

That had been only days before Dean met you and six months before you came to live with them at the bunker.  Although Dean and Sam were still the same people that carved their mark that night, the relationship that began between you and Dean had changed both of you, and Sam had enjoyed having a front row seat to see Dean find the hope and joy he had thought he lost.

Sam picked up the cell phone, noticing the time was just after midnight.  He debated, turning the phone over and over in his fingers. Finally, unable to resist any longer, he typed a message to Dean.

S – Well??

He watched the screen, but received no sign that Dean had seen the message or that he was going to get a response.  Sam sighed, setting the phone back on the table and picking up his beer.  As he took a drink, the phone buzzed.  Sam jumped up, spilling beer down his shirt and he cursed under his breath.  Running his hand along his jeans to wipe the beer away, he picked up the phone with the other.

D – She said yes!!

Sam closed his eyes as relief and excitement replaced the nervous feeling he had ever since Dean told him what he was planning to do.  He responded with a smile on his face.

S - Congratulations brother.  See you when you get home.

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[CN] ASMR Transcripts (Lucien)

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for ASMRs which have not been released in English servers! 🍒

This post contains transcripts of the following:

> eating on the sly - 偷吃

> unexpected night - 意外之夜

> whispers on a quiet night - 静夜私语

> dazed - 迷乱

eating on the sly - 偷吃

[ sound of footsteps ]

What’s wrong?

Walking quietly on your tiptoes - are you preparing to open the refrigerator?

[ flipping of paper ]

Why are you walking towards the kitchen then?

Come here.

Sit next to me.

[ MC walks over to him and sits down ]

Didn’t you say you were going to sleep early starting from tonight?

You want to eat desserts?

If I remember correctly,

It seems you just went to see the dentist yesterday.

You needed to do so for a photoshoot?

Are you sure you aren’t lying me?

[ rustling noises ]

Silly.

It’s not that I don’t believe you.

[ rustling noises, then Lucien sighs ]

I can’t do anything about you.

But let’s make it clear.

You can only have one share.

[ Lucien walks to the fridge and returns. MC starts eating, cutlery clinking ]

Eat slowly.

It’s all yours.

This bite is for me?

All right.

But I might not be able to give a professional assessment.

[ Lucien takes a sexy bite ]

Mm.

The method of preparation and taste are very authentic.

[ sexy biting noises ]

The only flaw… hmm… its sweetness seems to be on the high side.

[ cutlery clinking sounds ]

Eh? Why have you stopped eating?

Your teeth hurt?

As expected.

I shouldn’t have agreed to let you eat it.

Does it hurt a lot?

Wipe your mouth first.

[ tissue sounds ]

Open your mouth and let me have a look.

Your teeth don’t seem to have any issues.

As for your gums…

Why do they look so red and swollen?

[ Lucien sighs ]

Looks like from today onwards,

You won’t be able to eat desserts for a period of time.

This…

[ Lucien takes the dessert ]

I’ll be taking it away.

Sit here obediently.

I’ll bring the painkiller spray over.

[ Lucien walks away, rifles through a cupboard, then returns ]

Come here and put your head on my lap.

Don’t move.

Nothing.

But if you keep moving, I can’t guarantee that nothing will happen.

Open your mouth.

“Ahh”

Open wider.

Wider.

Mm.

[ spraying sounds ]

What’s wrong?

It sprayed onto your face?

Didn’t you agree not to move around?

[ Lucien grabs a tissue and wipes MC’s face ]

Even though this is a painkiller spray

It doesn’t have many irritants.

But you still need to clean it with water to prevent any remnants.

[ Lucien wipes MC’s face ]

Let me have a look.

[ Lucien wipes MC’s face ]

Mm. Wiped clean.

Still want me to wipe it a little more?

Persevere for a while longer.

[ Spraying sounds ]

After spraying, keep it in your mouth for a while.

Don’t swallow it.

For around a minute.

The instructions say that doing so will allow the medicinal effects to be optimised.

All right, I’ll have to trouble you to persevere for a while.

[ Lucien walks away to store the spray into a cupboard. Then, he returns ]

Is it very bitter?

The pain hasn’t eased?

Hmm… If it’s bitter, shake your hand.

It the pain hasn’t eased, nod your head.

Good. If it hasn’t eased, you might have to disturb the doctor tomorrow.

[ Lucien flips through some documents ]

Almost done.

Give it a try - does it still hurt as much as before?

Mm. It’s good that it doesn’t hurt.

Your expression just now - you looked like you were suffering.

[ Lucien laughs ]

Are you genuinely tired, or are you trying to change the topic?

[ rustling noises ]

But it is time to sleep.

Why are you looking at the fridge again?

[ Lucien sighs ]

Looking at me like that - does it mean you want to eat?

You agreed just now.

Only once.

Hm?

[ Lucien sighs ]

Even if you need it for work purposes, you can’t.

You don’t have to put on a brave front.

The job of being a taste tester - you can give it to someone else.

Or once you’re well, you can taste test as much as you want.

So, promise me.

Go to sleep now. All right?

Mm. That’s being obedient, and worthy of a reward.

As for the contents of the reward…

How about this?

[ Lucien kisses MC. Once. Twice. Thrice. ]

Why are you hiding so far away?

This isn’t called taking advantage of somebody’s difficulties.

It’s called “compensation”.

[ Lucien laughs ]

I’ll stop messing around.

Go on. Wash your face and rinse your mouth.

After that, return to the room and sleep. Okay?

unexpected night - 意外之夜

You’re back.

Why are you being so secretive today?

What are you hiding behind your back?

Hm?

[ rustling of bag ]

Spicy duck clavicle?

Let me guess. Is it because I mentioned that I’ve never had duck clavicle before? Which is why you specially bought it for me to try?

Hmm. I am indeed quite curious.

In order not to disappoint you, it looks like I’ll sample it properly.

[ rustling of bag ]

Mm. It smells fragrant.

It feels like there are a mix of various spices.

Mm. Right now, another sweet fragrance has been mixed together with it.

You can’t wait for me to try it? Hm? I’ll try it.

[ rustling of bag and Lucien’s crunching ]

Mm. It’s a little different from what I imagined.

When it first enters my mouth, it’s sweet.

After chewing for a while, it becomes a little spicy.

The meat is very firm.

[ more Lucien munching sounds ]

Mm. Delicious.

A greedy cat looks like she’s about to start drooling.

Come and eat it together with me.

[ rustling of bag and Lucien chewing sounds ]

Hm. So this is the flavour you like.

If I ever chance upon similar small bites, I’ll remember to bring some back.

After all, as compared to enjoying these delicacies myself, I obtain more satisfaction when watching you eat.

Especially when I think of how this cute sight of you eating is something only I can enjoy.

Come to think of it, I seem to have discovered something. Lean closer, and I’ll tell you.

Hmm… I discovered that when compared with the clavicle you’re eating now, yours looks even more tempting. Could I have a try?

Why are you hiding so far away from me? Are you afraid the oil on my hands would get onto you? All right, I’ll stop teasing you. Eat quickly.

[ more crunching ]

Hm? I can take my spices?

I guess you could say that. The sense of spiciness is more accurately the burning sensation created by the capsaicin stimulating the tongue. This is why we often say that spice is a type of pain rather than a taste.

Perhaps I am not as sensitive to this type of pain.

[ rustling of bag, footsteps, sound of running water ]

However, I don’t think this is an ability that one should be envious of.

People who are more sensitive to such pain are better able to experience the stimulation caused by spicy tastes. Am I right?

Realistically speaking, I’m very curious about such tastes.

I even want to give it a try.

For example, like you – eating until your mouth has become red, and your eyes are red too. As though it’s a special experience. Subtle pain is often more stimulating to the senses.

Many people cannot resist such stimulation.

Especially when it comes to a greedy cat who can’t resist temptation.

However, the thing that was originally meant for me to eat ended up being eaten by you.

How should I punish you?

Hmm. As compared to the spiciness from the food, here. Your slightly swollen lips and their redness - they present a greater temptation to me.

One cannot help but want to give it a try.

[ Lucien kisses MC ]

Mm, delicious.

This is also considered a dirty trick?

Hmm, if that’s the case, it does make sense.

After all, you specially bought this delicious food for me, and yet I’m bullying you.

It is a little too much.

In that case, how do you want to punish me back?

How about punishing me by letting me kiss you two more times?

Hm? I can’t do that?

How about this. You set the rules. Whatever you allow me to do, I will do.

Punishment time will last till you’re satisfied. Is that okay?

dazed - 迷乱

[ Lucien’s breathing ]

Sorry.

Did I wake you?

Just continue sleeping. Nothing’s wrong.

[ rustling of sheets ]

I’m not lying to you.

Aren’t I all right and laying by your side? I’m not going anywhere.

Hmm...

It’s true that I can’t really sleep.

I wanted to disturb you.

But when I saw you sleeping so soundly, I couldn’t bear to disturb you.

Okay.

When I can’t sleep next time, I’ll tell you.

[ MC takes something ]

That thing in your hand -

Is that the “Unhappy Blind Box” you gave me? I’m not unhappy.

I just want to take a look.

Maybe that note had accidentally fallen off.

Even if I’m not unhappy,

I can take a look at what you’ve prepared for me.

[ box sounds ]

Mm.

I really want to open it and take a look.

I really, really want to.

Really?

[laughs] Okay.

We’ll treat this as a small exception.

It will definitely not set a precedence.

Mm.

What’s stored in this box

Seems to be a somewhat special coin.

A prop for hypnosis?

So that when I’m unhappy, I can be hypnotized and forget my unhappiness? 

[laughs]

I don’t need such props.

I’ve already been hypnotized by you since a long time ago.

It’s not that I don’t trust it.

It’s just that from a scientific viewpoint...

[laughs] Okay.

I’ll trust that it’s a prop that can hypnotize a person.

You want to prove its efficacy?

[ MC takes the coin out of the box ]

Looks like I’ve completely roused you from sleep, haven’t I? Let’s give it a try then.

I’ll help prove it to you.

Mm.

I’ve already been hypnotized by you.

[ Lucien’s breathing ]

How I feel now...

A little warm.

Because you’re leaning in very close.

How could I dislike it?

You could even come a little closer.

The closer the better.

These are words from my heart, of course.

After all,

Right now, I’m under your hypnosis.

I’ll do everything according to what you say.

Anything at all.

You’re the cutest person in the world.

I won’t remember everything that happens during the hypnosis. I’m lying down properly.

Touch me? Of course you can.

Anywhere is fine.

[laughs]

It feels a little ticklish.

Warm?

Me?

I don’t feel that way though.

Nope.

You’re the first person to touch me like this.

Mm, very comfortable.

If you continue,

I can’t guarantee that nothing will happen.

Are you still going to continue?

[laughs]

Based on your typical rash and curious style,

I even thought you wouldn’t stop.

I’m not lying.

I said that I’d help you prove

That it’s a prop which can hypnotize a person

Aren’t I doing what you said?

Saying that you’re the cutest person in the world -

It’s naturally words from my heart.

Lay down properly.

I’ll let you,

Just like this,

Touch me.

[ Lucien’s breathing + kiss ]

Here.

[kiss]

Here.

[kiss]

And here.

Does it feel comfortable?

I also want you to experience what I felt earlier. Right now, you can’t sleep even if you wanted to. I’ve found a way to fall asleep.

Only you can help me.

whispers on a quiet night - 靜夜私語

Come in.

Just put it on the table.

You’ve worked hard.

Head home early.

[ clinking sounds ]

There’s no need to keep the equipment over there.

I’ll need to use them later.

You…

…what are you doing here?

You’re here to help me.

Where’s Pete?

You’ve already let him return?

Of course it isn’t a problem.

It’s just that

I didn’t expect for you to appear here…

I’m a little surprised…

However…

I like this surprise very much.

How is this teasing you?

Could it be… that you don’t like this?

[laughs] That’s good.

Give me a moment.

I’ll be done soon.

[ clinking sounds + footsteps ]

All right.

I’m off work now.

Let’s return to the office first.

Why is your hand so cold?

Are you cold?

In that case…

[ Lucien blows on MC’s hand ]

Is it a little warmer now?

[laughs] Silly. There’s nothing on your face.

It’s just that

I simply want to look at you.

Really.

Just simply looking.

I’m not lying.

Mm… I’ve been wanting to ask since just now.

This white coat on you

It seems a little big.

Hm.

This piece of clothing -

Is it mine?

Hm. Let me have a proper look.

[laughs] I’ve seen it clearly.

It’s indeed mine. [laughs]

In that case, I’ll be taking back my earlier comment.

Hmm. This white coat -

It’s very suitable on you.

It looks very nice.

You look like a professional and qualified assistant.

Does this count as acting shamelessly?

But

I’m just saying what I genuinely think. Is that not allowed?

[laughs] All right, I’ll stop teasing you.

Wait for me to send a report.

Hold on for a while longer.

Is that okay?

[ footsteps + typing ]

Hm?

Working overnight today -

Pete told you about it?

Mm.

It’s only for today.

I’ll be resting tomorrow.

Really.

[sighs] All right.

Let’s…

Eh? What’s wrong?

All right, I’ll sit down.

Judging from your expression,

It seems you’re going to criticize me.

Mm.

I was wrong.

I promised you -

To get off work punctually,

And get rest punctually.

Today is an exception.

It won’t happen again.

[laughs] All right.

Pinky promise.

[ typing sounds ]

You… even brought a bolster over.

Are you… intending to give me a massage?

[laughs] Here?

Sure.

I’ll listen to you.

In that case… could I request for this little assistant

To help me remove my spectacles first?

[ sound of spectacles being removed ]

Thank you.

Next,

I’ll leave myself to you.

Mm.

Your bolster is very soft

It’s very comfortable.

It feels

Very easy to fall asleep.

It’s okay even if I fall asleep?

But

You’re here.

I can’t bear to sleep.

Are you going to start?

All right.

[ Lucien breathes ]

Hm?

It doesn’t hurt.

[ Lucien winces ]

It’s a little painful.

It’s a very comfortable type of pain.

Because the spots you located are very accurate.

[ Lucien breathes ]

Hm?

I’m not laughing at you.

I just think

You really do look like a “professional”.

Of course, it isn’t just because of the white coat.

You know much more than I can imagine.

For instance,

Professionally planning my work and rest,

Professionally curing fatigue,

No matter whether it’s physical

Or emotional.

Professionally lifting one’s mood,

And,

[ kiss ]

In this matter.

You’re also very professional.

[laughs] All right.

Since it’s already past working hours,

Accompany me in being wilful.

Is that okay?

Come, sit on my lap.

Also,

This isn’t the laboratory.

So this piece of clothing… you can remove it.

I’m still more used to such rest.

Just like this.

Don’t move.

I’ll recharge my batteries for a while.

And we’ll go home.

Is that okay?

[isthisthingeven0n]

they stole my teeth : d.d

brief summary: david tags along when you get your wisdom teeth removed, and he has to admit it’s a lot funnier being on the other side of the chair

word count: 738 requested: yes by a real sweet ass anon and this idea is too funny not to do  warnings: mentions of blood (usual wisdom teeth removal stuff) 

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(okay so the gif isn’t david but i thought this was funnier) 

Sitting back in the chair you remain still as the bib is fastened around your neck whilst the dentist finishes gathering his equipment. You take a deep breath as the oxygen mask is placed over your mouth and nose. 

“And just breathe in and out as normal.” You’re instructed and follow along, forgetting everyone else in the room as you close your eyes. 

“Doc, I don’t think it’s workin’“ You comment as they remove the mask, but mere seconds later you can feel the effects kicking in as your head falls back on the headrest. 

“Okay, how’s that feeling?” The nurse asks you as you slowly raise your hand up, giving him a thumbs up. 

David chuckles as he continues to film with Jason by his side, watching over you cautiously as the procedure begins. 

“You doing alright there, Y/n?” David calls out as your eyes struggle to remain open whilst the dentist removes your last tooth. 

“Mmhmh.” You gargle through your own saliva and blood filling your mouth, quickly soaked up as gauzes are stuffed into your cheeks. 

As the procedure comes to an end, you feel as if you’re walking on clouds. “And here they are.” The dentist reveals your wisdom teeth on a piece of tissue and your eyes widen at the sight.

“You stole my teeth!” You exclaim through the gauzes in your mouth, causing David to chuckle to himself. “He stole my teeth, why is no one else freaking out?!” You whine as you take the tissue from him, focusing down on your teeth before the nurse lifts your head back up.

“It’s okay, sweetie. You get to keep them, just keep your head up, alright.” The Nurse advises with a soft smile and you nod along, feeling tears fill your eyes at the sight of your teeth no longer in their home. 

Jason nudges David to step forward, seeing you starting to cry. “Hey, honey.” David bends down beside you, holding his hand out whilst Jason films on his behalf. “You’re alright, your teeth were causing you pain.” He tries his best to explain without laughing as bloody saliva drips from the corners of your mouth whilst you continue to sniff. 

“But my teeth.” You sob quietly and David reaches up, wiping away your tears. “I miss them.” 

“We can keep them on the nightstand. How about that? Or, or frame them.” He suggests and you sadly nod in response. “I’ll make one when we get home, or tomorrow we can go to Target and buy some supplies?” 

“I’d like that. And coffee.” You add and David looks up to the Nurse who shakes her head. 

“How about soup instead? My treat.” He counters and you smile widely, placing your teeth wrapped in the tissue in his palm. 

“Can we go home now?” You look up to him, seeing his eyes wander to the Dentist. 

“She’s all good, just make sure she’s well-rested and the gauzes are replaced.” The dentist explains everything to David and Jason, knowing you’re mentally in another world currently. 

As you’re helped up, you heavily lean on David and Jason for support. 

“Do you have my teeth?” You mumble to David who nods in response.

“Yeah, baby.” He tells you. “Just like I did the last time you asked.” He mutters under his breath, unable to wipe the smile from his face at your dozy behaviour. 

Sitting in the car, you’re strapped into the passenger seat whilst Jason sits in the back. “She alright there, Dave?” Jason questions as your head continues to fall toward the window, leaving smears from your soaked gauzes on the windows. 

Glancing over at you, David laughs under his breath before taking a hold of your hand and squeezing it. You look away from the passing cars and focus the little attention you can keep on his soft expression. 

“Wow, you’re hot.” You state. “Wanna go out sometime?” You raise an eyebrow to him and he bursts out laughing. 

“Y/n, baby. We’re dating.” He reminds you and your eyes go wide, almost bursting out of your head as you try to open your jaw, but the number of gauzes and tissues embedded inside render it a useless attempt. 

“Woah.” You try to whistle, but a puff of air escapes your mouth instead. “You got lucky.” You state as you lean back, closing your eyes whilst David nods to himself.

“Yeah, I sure did.” 

[sw124]

BonelyHearts Reader Insert7

{Gender Neutral!ReaderXSkeleton household}

Dental woes

Where were you again….right…on the couch contemplating on why the universe decided to torture you. For a week now you had a terrible toothaches; you were sure it was on the right side of your mouth, hell your cheeks was so swollen you looked like a chipmunk hiding acorns in your mouth. You got back from the dentist and….

“Abscess tooth? How on earth can something like that happen?” Nox sat by you, your head resting on a ice pack.

“…Abscess teeth….” You whimpered.

“Call me country bumpkin…-on second thought don’t- but what on earth is an abscess tooth-er teeth.”

You weren’t sure if you had the time to explain…no…you did you just didn’t have the energy. You pulled your phone out, tapped a few buttons and showed it to Nox; he proceeded with the video. You watched from the corner of your eye his expression going from ‘unimpressed’ to ‘oh dear lord what did I just witness?!’ among a few others. He trembled as he returned your phone.

“…I’m going back now that I finish my antibiotics…then they’re gonna drained the puss an…mmmph..” oh you couldn’t tell him the rest, these skeletons had a bit of an issue about teeth.

Cleaning them sure was one thing but you didn’t want to tell him that you were also having your wisdom teeth removed, they were the main cause of your abscesses. Instead you decided to change the subject just slightly..

“Do…you think one of you guys could drive me to my appointment and back?”

Nox gave you a sideways glance. “You do know you have your own car right?”

Well he was gonna be no help, maybe Sans or Papyrus would be more willing. You got up and shuffled towards the stairs. Slowly you shuffled up and towards Pap’s room, you gave a few half-hearted knocks before the door flew open.

“Sans I said- Oh human its you!” Papyrus stood there, dressed in his ‘cleaning the greatest room in the house’ clothes…you weren’t even phased by his loud entry to be honest.

“Hey Pap…can I ask you a huge favor?” You swayed on your feet.

“Of course human, what favor do you need from the great Papyrus?” He puffed out his chest looking like a gallant superhero…why was he so cute?

“Tomorrow I have a dentist appointment, could drive me to it and back home please?”

“You can count on me human! Though I’ll need to bring someone with me will that be alright.”

“Someone trustworthy….” You whimper, ohh you regretted not bringing the ice pack with you…

“I’m bringing Blue, he’s very trustworthy. Don’t worry human we’ll take care of you!”

You gave a very weak smile before going over the time to bring you to the dentist, he was surprised to hear it would take a few hours but he still agreed to sit and wait for you.

[The next morning….]

Why did you agree to do this…why did your teeth have to hurt…why oh why…

You sat between Papyrus and Blue in the waiting room, you were on time and just waiting to be called back for your appointment. You didn’t get a wink of sleep last night due to both the pain and the anxiety of having two of your teeth pulled out of your head. Worst yet you weren’t gonna be sedated and unconscious for this, you were gonna be wide awake and numbed up.

Your heart leapt into your throat when the assistant called your name…

“Don’t worry human, we’ll be here when your done!” Blue patted your hand.

“Yes! When your done we’ll take you home and treat you to a whole day of recovery! After-all; I ‘the great Papyrus’ and ‘the magnificent Blue’ will be here when your done!”

The two skeletons striking a pose in the lobby, honestly these two were gods gift to all with hearts made of stone…well no sense in delaying the inevitable, you walked down the corridors to the room in question. It didn’t look any different then any other dental room. Your dentist was a kind, older gentlemen of about 60 with years of experience, he was your dentist since you were old enough to see a dentist. He was practically your grandpa by this point, he reassured you that it would all be over in no time. He began setting things up while his assistant prepped you, putting sunglasses on you to shield your eyes, a mouth spreader to keep your mouth open and that greenish bib they put on you.

Then….came the needle…..

[Two hours later]

Your dentist sat by you, waiting to be sure you were alright before sending you back to the waiting room. Your mouth was still numb but you were now dealing with the swelling, you were also dizzy from laying there so long. He handed you a little white plastic bag with a toothbrush, floss, toothpaste…and both of your wisdom teeth. They were intact, boy this was gonna be fun showing the skeletons later.

Slowly you got up, your dentist offering you his shoulder for support as he helps you to the waiting room. Just like they said Papyrus an Blue were waiting for you, swiftly they got you into the car after getting a full rundown from the dentist on what you could and could not eat for a while.

Solid foods were off the menu at least for the next month, you didn’t mind really on that part. It just meant you could have smoothies all you wanted, that and pasta; pasta was ok. With that said you were put in the car and driven back to the skeleton household….

Apparently everyone was told about your surgery and was waiting outside to greet you.

“Welcome back human, good to see your doing alright.” Said Boss with a smile.

“Yes, you seem to have survived your little surgery. Though I doubt anything went awry, after all what could a little root canal do to you?” Said Nox with a wave of his hand.

“It wasn’t a root canal.” You smiled, you reached into the bag an pulled out a smaller one with your two intact wisdom teeth. “I got my wisdom teeth removed, wanna see? It still got blood on them…”

You were still a bit loopy but the expression on everyone’s face was priceless, Nox and Boss almost gagged, Red and Russ were like little kids as they poked at the bag, Poplar and Ash….hiding behind the front door, Sans, Papyrus, Stretch and Blue were all sharing the same look…the ‘what the heck is wrong with you’ look.

After walk/chasing some of the skeletons with your extracted teeth they finally got you to lay down on the couch. You had blood dripping out of your mouth, thankfully no stitches popped; it was just the excitement an all.

You had a nice bottle of Mango Orange smoothie right by you, you were resting your head on Sans lap while watching Red and Blue go at each other in a racing game. Poplar and Ash were in the kitchen making dinner, Boss, Nox and Stretch were in their rooms while Papyrus was tending to Doomfanger and Chicken’s cat tree’s.

If anything you still didn’t like dentists offices or procedures but….when you could come home and recover like this with ten skeletons ready to help you…maybe you could tolerate another one.

End

[Another fanfic for the @bonelyheartsclub I’ve got more stories planned so please hold on]