#she numbed and was gonna do the procedure on THE WRONG SIDE OF MY MOUTH

[hahndlewithcare]

juza ita bag coming with me to the dentist today for emotional support... pray for me besties 🙏

[tinyyoungblood]

hi!! adore your work love. could you maybe do smth where stark!reader has to get her wisdom teeth out but HATES the dentist so she brings her boyf peter and her dad w her?? and then when they get home the avengers are all waiting with like comical amounts of flowers and stuffed animals and then reader says some funny shiii and thor thinks she’s like dying lol. idk if that made sense but i’m getting my wisdom teeth out soon and i’m scared😭 thank u so so much love u babe

pairing: peter parker x stark!reader

a/n: tysm lovely :,) i rushed through this like my life depended on it, but i hope i’m not too late. either way, i hope you’re okay! it’s frightening but those bad boys gotta go because we don’t need that kind of energy in our lives. enjoy x

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wisdom teeth? more like wisdoom

y/n has to get her wisdom teeth removed and it’s the singular most dreadful thing she’s ever had to do, which says a lot because her dad is tony richling stark

doing dreadful things she doesn’t want to do but still somehow end up doing just because she can is a personality trait at this point

no one really makes a big deal out of it since ~death~ is part of their job description, but y/n is terrified

and when a stark is terrified the only thing that will keep them one step from insanity is researching the hell out of it

that information will be info dumped into every conversation for the next few weeks leading up to the appointment

“y/n you need anything from the store?” "no thanks, did you know the side effects of getting your wisdom teeth out include ✨sudden death or blood clots✨ tho” “……..i have a coupon?”

the day of the appointment, peter comes along and literally doesn’t let go of y/n’s hand. he keeps touching her to let her know that he’s there and it’s so. adorable

he would rest his hand on her knee, gently stroke her back while holding her, or just play with her hair

happy drops them off and he’s too Cool™ for emotions but he knows y/n’s a wreck, so he just fist bumps her with a single nod and she almost breaks down bc it’s really affectionate

y/n is sitting in the dentist chair and genuinely nothing is happening yet, but she’s squeezing peter’s hand like it’s a sponge

peter might have a high pain tolerance but he’s in pain pain and he prays that his hand won’t just explode on him

the dentist notices how peter tries to keep it together and chuckles

“you okay there, son?” “yea it’s fine, had a better time when a building fell on me tho haha” “pardon?” “oh i mean i didn’t have a good time, i just had a better time”

because y/n is running Anxious Town™, the dentist gives her a sedative to help her relax 

plus, an injection of local anaesthetic to numb the tooth and surrounding area

she doesn’t feel anything and it’s GREAT

the procedure is quicker than expected and now the real fun begins

she tries to walk but she falls down so peter scoops her up bridal style and happy stays glued at her side

y/n doesn’t mind although she literally doesn’t recognise them and they’re practically strangers to her

but girly sees an opportunity and tries to flirt with peter bc why wouldn’t she

“you’re pretty” *blushes* “why thanks” “you should let your girlfriend know” “i should let her know i’m pretty?” “so you do have a gf? :(” “yea it’s you” “:)”

they stop for gas and peter goes in to get some water for y/n, and in her infinite wisdom, she decides it’s burger time

her mouth is completely numb and she’s practically leaving a trail of drool behind her, but she’d kill for a burger right now

so she wobbles around aimlessly for an hour on some random parking lot as if the ground might just magically open up like a rabbit hole and lead her to five guys

she’s going places. not back to the car. definitely not five guys. they’re closed. but places

peter finally finds her and he’s drenched from head to toe in sweat. he doEsn’T wAnt tO tALk abOut iT tho so she lets him take her to subway instead

normally, she would know that peter’s usual subway order is bread-lettuce-jalapeño

but in her drugged-up state, it had simply slipped her mind so now she’s staring at him like he’d just murdered someone right in front of her

“that- that’s your order?? no meat or anything just bread, lettuce, and a little spice?”

meanwhile at the compound, sam and steve are ordering everyone around bc they want to decorate this place before y/n gets home to surprise her

they take it very seriously too. they’ve watched like one HGTV show and said it’s our time

they finally get home and tony gives y/n a big hug, asking her what took so long

happy tells him that she was keen on getting burgers bc apparently someone has taught her that stressful times call for ~cheeseburgers~

he proceeds to look at tony with a pointed look

tony just shrugs and goes “she was a problem child. we don’t mention her dark past”

she’s swaying on the spot and keeps grinning like a fool and thor just stares at her weirdly before elbowing bruce and whispering loudly,

“what’s wrong with her? is she dying? should i start collecting leaves, i know this remedy—"

no one can tell if y/n is just happy to see the newly decorated home or if she’s just delighted to see everyone but then she goes around hugging the entire team

she doesn’t even acknowledge the sky-high pile of teddy bears and flowers everywhere bc she’s just squeezing everybody

y/n is so high, she just starts to spill all of her feelings about everyone and they’re already so overwhelmed by the hug chain they can’t take this too

“wanda i just want you to know that you’re like my big sister and you’re always taking care of me and i know you and vision are just going to make such good parents one day”

“bucky you absolute PRICK, you FIEND, you’re the best chess player ever and that’ll never change and i wouldn’t be good without you, i hate to say it but you deserve happiness even after you made me lose five times in a row yesterday”

“dad, you’re so strong and smart, even though we’re like never on the same page, you’re always along for the ride, i want to be like you when i grow up, i swear i’m gonna try to be as good to the avengers as you were to us” “aww- wait makes you think i'll be the first to die“

“nat you’re such a bitch about your protein shakes but you’re my best friend and i wouldn’t have it any other way, you can try out as many make up looks on me as you want”

“bruce, brucey, i would live with you in your lab for the rest of my days if i had to, whenever you ask me to hand you stuff i feel useful and important”

“laura’s way out of your league clint i have no idea how the fuck you got her but don’t lose her and i want to be your next child’s godmother”

“steve…we’re your family now. we’re always gonna be your family now. okay?”

“loki you’re not fooling anyone with your attitude, we all know you’re part of the family, you were just misunderstood and messed up bc of your dad–FUCK him by the way–but i realised everyone deserves as many chances as they need because of you”

“sam i would genuinely kill anyone who wronged you, even if they cut you in line at the grocery store, i would knife them no hesitation”

“thor, you poor golden retriever have been through so much, on my way here i made a wish on an eyelash for you bc you deserve better, your postcards always make my day, love you”

she mumbles something to peter that no one else can hear but he blushes and chokes back a sob

y/n orders hot soup and bucky brings it to her but before he even has time to react peter drops everything and ZOOMS across the room in .3 seconds

he barrels into bucky so hard they both go flying, but peter just smoothly rolls out of it and onto his feet like some kind of super ninja

“DUDE WHAT THE HELL” “😠 y/n is not supposed to drink hot liquids 😠”

all of this happens in mere seconds but sam has filmed it all and now slow mo clips go viral online of some mysterious kid knocking over the winter soldier

y/n’s a little in and out after that, but when she fully regains consciousness, she’s on a pile of blankets, surrounded by the team on the floor <3

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let me know if this is actually comforting lmao stay hydrated pals

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[theygender]

God I'm just thinking about how many times I was failed in regards to my dental health and how many of my dental problems could have been avoided. My pediatrician told my mom that it wasn't necessary to get my tongue tie fixed as a baby bc it wouldn't prevent me from nursing or speaking, but leaving my tongue tie caused me to develop an open bite and a cross bite which is gonna take tongue tie surgery and bone surgery to fully fix. I had to get two of my permanent premolars pulled as a kid because they were preventing my canines from growing in, but the oral surgeon fucked up the instructions from my orthodontist and only pulled one side and no one would listen to me when I said he was wrong during the consult bc I was a kid so I had to get the procedure done twice. My middle school orthodontist didn't give me an expander like all my friends had which at the time I thought was great but now it turns out that that actually IS something I needed done and since the roof of my mouth has fused now I'm going to have to get the bone surgically broken. That same orthodontist gave me a shitty prototype retainer that didn't work and looked ridiculous so I couldn't wear it and my teeth went back to how they were before which means I need adult braces. When I got my wisdom teeth pulled as an adult I told them three separate times that I was a medical marijuana patient and they said they would make sure to take that into account, but they didn't give me enough anaesthetic so I partially woke up during surgery and they also prescribed me medication that would have killed me if I had taken it at the same time as my weed without any warning—the only reason I found out before it was too late is bc I decided to google it myself. I also got dry socket and an infection after that procedure, and my dentist told me I could come see them for some numbing gel and antibiotics but the oral surgeon convinced me to come back to their office instead... where they just looked back there with a little mirror and sent me home with only a cleaning syringe. So to recap, I've already had braces and three separate oral surgeries, and it's gonna take another round of braces and three more rounds of oral surgery to fix the shit that was fucked up the first time. The fact that I don't have an active fear of the dentist at this point is a miracle, but at least my new orthodontist seems to really know what she's doing. But I'm still gonna owe $6000 for my braces after insurance and I don't even know how much any of the surgeries are gonna cost yet... #winning

[creativeashproductions]

Shattered Hearts // Luke Patterson

Summary: The teenage years are supposed to the best time of life but not when fate has other plans for Sunset Curve. Not feeling well reader stays home while Luke prepares for the performance of his life at The Orpheum. Shit hits the fan hard and the fallout ensues.

Warnings: Swearing, death, hospital, cancer (type is not detailed) angst, and fluff.

Words: 2.3k

Requested: @lolychu​

A/N: I didn’t go into detail about the kind of cancer because I didn’t want to, I want it to be as general as it could. I’ve never gone through it or had someone close go through it so it could be wrong and I apologize for that. Broken heart syndrome is REAL by the way.

Masterlist

Los Angeles, 1995

There are articles of some medical mysteries that can’t fully be scientifically explained, such as when someone dies in excellent health following the death of a loved one. The scientific term is takotsubo cardiomyopathy, but the world knows it merely by Broken Heart Syndrome. It was a day that was supposed to be the greatest of your teenage years, but the day couldn’t have gone any worse.

First, you woke up with an incredibly high fever and newfound bruises. Pain in a wrist out of nowhere but you wrote it off. You had plans, and illness wasn’t scheduled for the day. Your boyfriend and his band had gotten their big break, well their almost big break. Today was the day Sunset Curve would perform at The Orpheum, and you were gonna be backstage cheering them on.

Luke made his appearance at your house in the morning before early rehearsal, and you managed to convince him you were feeling okay. He went on to their studio, and your mother drove you to the hospital in fear.

Life was an asshole. While you waited for test results pale against the hospital sheets, an ambulance rolled in. Carrying three bodies that would go to the morgue for positive confirmation of death. You wouldn’t know for a full day, Luke’s parents too grief-stricken to call you and that’s okay. 

“Mom?” You asked as her form caved in on the floor near your hospital bed, “Mom!”

Her eyes filled with so much pain brought you fear and concern. With a struggle, she came closer to hold your hand tightly and spoke brokenly the fate that would snatch you.

“Baby, you don’t have the flu.”

“That’s good? So just meds and we can go home?” You asked heart clenching as her eyes closed tight and you knew whatever the doctor had told her after pulling her out of the room wasn’t good.

Couldn’t be good with the slump in her shoulders, the pain in her eyes and the guilt coating her every word. Mom wasn’t a housewife; she wasn’t a flower in need of protection, but she never kept something from you. Always said it straight and as it is.

“Sweetheart, they’re gonna move you to another ward.” You knew deep in your heart the news had to be the worst because Mom wasn’t telling you the whole story. Finally, she broke down, “The doctors got the results back as soon as they could. The fever, the bruises, and the broken wrist have a reason. You have cancer.”

Cancer. A word that sealed your fate. It left you reeling in shock. It shattered your dream with just one single name. Couldn’t be seen but made its presence known. The coming hour was spent with the specialist detailing the type and a tentative treatment plan he wanted to initiate immediately.

A nurse escorted your mother out as the orderlies and nurses prepped you to be moved to a new room. Knowing you were in good hands, your mom walked to the main doors for fresh air only to be astounded at the sight of Mitch and Emily Patterson. Equally shocked, they came together.

“Emily?” Your mom spoke, looking carefully at the parents of your boyfriend. She wondered how the Patterson’s had found out, “Did someone call you?”

“No.” Emily spoke with a numb voice. Your mom took a step back, understanding that one could only react that way for one thing. Something had happened to the Patterson teenager.

 “Luke isn’t here, is he?” Your mom asked, turning to look up at the tall building of the hospital, “Y/N, hasn’t had a phone. She only found out, but Luke hasn’t been with you-“

“The cops came,” Mitch spoke tucking his upset wife into his arms. He was equally as grief-stricken and bitter, but he had to be calm for his wife. They wouldn’t get anywhere if one of them couldn’t get answers.

Your mom gasped, “No.”

“I always knew that band-“Emily’s own sob cut her words off as her knees threatened to buckle. Your mom helped lead Emily into the emergency room before she jogged off to join you but not before turning to the Patterson parents.

“We’ll meet up. Discuss why we’re all here.” 

Being told you had cancer and then informed your boyfriend died all in one night was the most painful thing you had to live through. It was weeks of screaming, invasive procedures and therapy sessions. Your father came from his business trip to Dubai as soon as he could and didn’t leave your side.

A painful six months rolled with cancer stealing your hopes and a fucking bad hotdog taking your dreams away. Nothing made you curious. Nothing felt worth living for.

Not the realistic watercolour tattoo your parents let you get of Luke’s blue guitar you loved so much. It seemed to have a terminally sick child made it practically impossible to say no to, so you got a tattoo of your favourite lyrics of Sunset Curve.

In pretty font, it said ‘When all the days felt black and white. Those were the best shades of my life’ just like it said in Now or Never. One of your favourite songs, you got the privilege of watching Luke create.

“Mom, can I have a popsicle?” You asked from your bed. Eyes barely open as she nodded off her chair, “My mouth is dry.”

“Of course.” She nodded, leaving the room with a kiss on your forehead. Both of you mumbling I love you just in case. You felt like your clock was close to the end, so every word had meaning.

It was a good day so far; you hadn’t had to press for more pain medication like the last couple of weeks. You had managed to turn to stare out the window at the pretty sky. Your eyes fluttered shut completely content that this was it.

Your mom returned to a room with doctors and nurses trying to resuscitate you with your father screaming. No one could figure out if it was the cancer or the broken heart syndrome that killed you first. Your death was a double blow to Luke’s parents the most, along with Reggie and Alex’s own parents. 

Los Angeles, 2020

So much had changed since you died in 1995. Phones had changed, and buildings were torn down. You changed as well too. In relief physically, you had changed from the gaunt, skinny, pale patient to the girl you had been before the diagnosis.

Your hair now looked as healthy as it had been before you had cancer and you weren’t gaunt looking. You were looked just like you did a few months before you got diagnosed and you hoped so since you were dead. It would have sucked to be dead and beyond ugly.

“Do you think she went on to have a family?”

You kept your attention on the waves crashing the beach content to watch the waves doing the same movement they had since the beginning. You paid no attention to the group walking by. Not until one tripped over you landing in an awkward heap.

“Ouch!” The voice hissed. Your eyes flicked down to Reginald fucking Hastings’s blue eyes in pure shock. You scrambled away from the teenager with a sharp scream that pierced the ghoul group.

“Jesus.” You grumbled pushing the little sand that had stuck somehow to your body made of air.

“Oh my god. I think I just summoned Luke’s girlfriend.” Reggie hissed towards the equally astounded members of former Sunset Curve and current Julie and the Phantoms bandmates.

“No, you idiot we’re dead.” You spoke, taking a deep breath in, “After not seeing you for five years I thought you passed on. I’ve been travelling around America and Canada. Something felt like I needed to come home.”

“When did you die?” Alex questioned sadly when you were quiet. His sad blue eyes unable to leave your expressive face, he hoped somehow you had lived to your 90s and died to come back youthful.

“It’s wasn’t harm-“

“No, Luke. I don’t think I’ll ever positively know what happened, but the night you guys died my life ended as well.” You revealed sitting back, letting the three boys join you for an intriguing story to them. Luke wasn’t hesitant in grasping your hand in his, “Funny enough your bodies were being unloaded in the morgue while I was being told by my Mom, I had cancer. The battle was hard but short.”

“Cancer?”

“Our love story was destined to be tragic, whether it be cancer or a hotdog.” You told the teenage guitarist to experience in the afterlife to be gentle about it. The three boys flinched from the indifference, “Have you visited your parents yet? My parents are home for a few weeks.”

“My neighbourhood was torn down. Alex doesn’t know about his and-“ 

“-I’ve seen my folks once so far.” Luke finished playing with your fingers, “You say our love story was tragic, I say it would be tragic if we hadn’t had the chance in life that we did.”

You nodded your head, “Where have you guys been?”

All three boys took their chaotic turn in describing their last meal to Reggie tripping over you with the belief of walking through you. They were in a band with a lifer who made them visible to the public when playing music together. You told them that your parents would choose a destination from your dream travel journal; you would follow them on the adventures.

Slowly you met Julie who put up a distance as she acclimated to having the girlfriend of her crush around always. Julie couldn’t help the feeling of jealously when Luke focused on the teen ghost girl. She couldn’t even hate you! You were so lovely and welcoming to the girl with respect for boundaries, in fact, you were exactly the girl she would have been friends with. Julie loved Flynn, but she could be over the top and dramatic sometimes.

“Good rehearsal. I’ll meet you outside.” Luke spoke, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. You nodded before walking through the white, painted barn doors.

Everything put away properly; Luke was quick to meet up with his girlfriend for their date. Alex noticed the stare by Julie. He had seen it for the past few weeks since you were introduced to the passionate musician with a beautiful voice.

“I’m really sorry, Julie.” Alex softly told the sad Puerto Rican girl yearning to hug the teenager but alas his ghostly body couldn’t allow it.

“Did I have an honest chance before she came back?” Julie asked. Her doe brown eyes bringing Reggie’s attention to the conversation at hand. 

“No.” Reggie answered this time solemn with his blue eyes holding no mirth or childlike glee, “Luke’s been in love with her for years. She’s his all or nothing.”

“I didn’t have a chance between them, and I don’t want you between them either. It’s not a nice place to be even if I was mutually breaking up with his as well.” Alex soothed the live girl yearning to physically comfort her but alas that damn hotdog ruined everything.

“Luke also said when the first big payment came, he would marry her. He wanted to give her the wedding of her dreams.” Reggie unintentionally rubbed the salt in Julie’s wound on the topic of her tragic love story.

Julie learnt to deal with the pain of seeing Luke, so in love and happier than before you had reconnected. In her fashion, she had hidden a new box for her thoughts that was so well hidden the boys would never find it. It was filled with papers that progressively got less romance angst.

“I’m just saying,” Alex spoke, raising his hands in the air after another one of Luke’s emotional rants on the loss of things in death. Such as marrying you.

“Dude, we’re dead, and our ghost connections happen to either be our band, Willie or a very questionable sketchy vintage magician.” Luke snapped slouching on his couch sulking as you were spending time with your family no matter how oblivious they were to your presence.

“I’m ordained.” Willie supplied sitting next to the blonde drummer who had easily swayed from Caleb to the good side again. At the group’s looks of disbelief, he continued, “I was bored! Took some art classes too. It won’t be the average wedding, but you could still call each other spouse.”

“I can check local clubs for wedding dresses. Flynn can easily put together music and Alex can find a venue.” Julie piped up, avoiding the sympathetic look from Reggie, who still thought the teenager had feelings for his bandmate. She no longer did. 

“You can use one of your rings on a chain as well. Maybe hold off on getting a ring until we get money from the band.” Reggie gave his input, earning himself a proud expression from Alex; an expression the drummer rarely was able to give his friend.

“I guess I’m proposing.” Luke beamed already thinking of ways to make his proposal special, not like being ghosts wasn’t already impressive enough. 

It wasn’t the ideal wedding, but it honestly didn’t matter as long as the two of you were able to vow yourself to each other. It no longer mattered on the details other than you two.

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[shining-red-diamond]

Ch. 21: Fighting Gravity

Cast of Characters//Ch. 1//Ch. 2//Ch. 3//Ch. 4//Ch. 5//Ch. 6//Ch. 7//Ch. 8//Ch. 9//Ch. 10//Ch. 11//Ch. 12//Ch. 13//Ch. 14//Ch. 15//Ch. 16//Ch. 17//Ch. 18//Ch. 19//Ch. 20//Ch. 21//Ch. 22//Ch. 23//Ch. 24//Ch. 25//Ch. 26//Ch. 27//Ch. 28 (coming soon)

Words: 1.8k

Pairing: ATEEZ OT8 x OCs

Genre: Adventure, Pirate AU, Fluff, angst, slight suggestive themes

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: mentions of blood, injuries bug attacks, side effects from medicine, medical procedures, labor scare, falling out of the sky

A/N: Italics means they’re speaking Korean

It wasn’t long before the crew returned to the ship with the next piece in hand, and they covered the elephant’s trunk back to where they had found it before booking it to the ship. No one was out by the river, so they were able to sneak back to the ship without anyone else noticing. Mingi double checked that everyone was on board before gearing up the ship to take off towards Egypt, Grace-Anne stored the piece in her lab with the other diamond, and Dinah set up the shield as dark clouds thundered as they rolled in. Three members rushed to the medic as everyone else tried to clean themselves from their journey.

“It stings!” Hongjoong whined as Dahae and Yeosang treated his left arm. He had been the one to accidentally touch a crystal after dropping one of the notes. He was able to retrieve it, but not without getting attacked by the glowworms.

“Even the captain stumbles sometimes,” Yeosang sighs in sarcasm as he gives him an herbal shot to drink.

Hongjoong was about to comment back, but the bitter taste of the medicine restrained his tongue. At least it was a distraction for the stinging in his arm.

“It’ll keep you from getting an infection,” Dahae reassured him. “However, it’s possible that you’re gonna have some...frequent bathroom runs.”

“Like what?” the captain’s brow rose, his face still contorted in disgust from the bitter elixir. “Pooping?”

“It’s only a side effect, babe. It just flushes out any bacteria. An infection from those glow worms can cause intestinal issues as well if the poison gets deep into the bloodstream.”

Hongjoong sipped on some water to wash down the bitter herbal taste. “Diarrhea I can deal with.”

“If you do end up having that side effect, it will only last about a few hours.”

The captain nodded and let his fiancée finish patching up his wound as Yeosang went to go check on San. Hongjoong just kept his eyes on Dahae, the pain in his arm becoming numb the less he paid attention to it. Three years of traveling the world and finding artifacts in dangerous territories, and she still stayed with him.

“How did I get so lucky?” he wondered out loud, a smile growing on his face.

“I should be asking the same thing,” Dahae giggled as she began to bandage his wound, her small hands working gently at it.

“I know I don’t say it often, but I’m so thankful to have you in my life.”

With a small smile, Dahae leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss to his brow slit. “And I’m thankful for you.”

“I just hate putting you in danger with such adventures as this,” he sighed regretfully as she finished bandaging his arm.

Dahae met his eyes, cupped his face, and whispered, “There’s going to be danger with each adventure. If I hadn’t gone with you after that bar fight, I think my life wouldn’t be as exciting as it is now.”

Hongjoong leaned into her touch. “But what happens if I can’t protect you, or I...I lose you? Or something happens to me?”

“Then we’ll know that our adventures were spent together in love.”

Before they could share a kiss, they were both jerked by a force of gravity, causing them to bonk heads. Next, the lights went out, leaving them in near pitch darkness.

“Are you okay?” Hongjoong asked as he massaged his forehead.

“Yeah,” Dahae nodded as she went to go find the emergency flashlight. “What just happened?”

“I’m not sure.”

The captain didn’t hesitate to exit the medical wing to see the potential issue. Some parts of the ship still had electricity; but he knew something was wrong the moment he saw the worried look on Yunho’s face.

“One of the engines has stopped working,” he alerted frantically as he fumbled through his tool belt. “I have to go see what’s happened.”

“Hurry!” the captain ordered as he dashed to the deck.

The emergency alarm went off, alerting the crew to be prepared if the ship was going to crash if the engine couldn’t get fixed. Red lights flash, a color Hongjoong never wanted to see in an emergency context. Taeran and Phoebe rushed to the engine room to help Yunho, and Mingi was frantically checking his flight calculations to determine how to properly land in case the ship fell.

“Captain,” Yunho radioed in, “I’ve found the damage, and it can be fixed. Two wires were loose. However, it’s a bit of an arm’s reach.”

“Well, you’re tall,” Hongjoong retorted as he grabbed on to one of the safety bars. “Can’t you reach it?”

“The girls and I are trying, but we’ll work as quickly as we can.”

“Do what you can. I have faith in you three.”

The radio was switched off as Dahae rushed over to Hongjoong. Soon, the rest of the crew was rushing up the stairs to hold onto something as the force of gravity was shifting. Mingi was using all of his strength to keep the ship steady, but Jongho was quick to his aid to help him out. The HALA itself started to lower towards the earth and began to tip sideways as supplies on deck were sliding to the other end. The two men at the wheel were straining to keep everyone from a falling fate, causing the ship to begin to spin.

Some of the crew were starting to panic as shouts of cries and whimpers erupted. The captain himself almost felt like crying, but tried his best to comfort Dahae, who was now sobbing into his shoulder.

“MINGI, PULL!” Jongho screamed over the strong winds.

“WHAT DO YOU THINK I’M DOING?!” the taller man shouted back.

The captain looked up to see what could be done to slow down the spinning, and he noticed that one of the sails wasn’t open. Immediately, he jumped up and waved for Seonghwa and Yeosang to follow him, all three of them fighting gravity to get to the sail box.

The HALA was starting to rock a little as Dahae screamed, “HURRY!” She held onto the railing so tightly that her knuckles were turning white as cotton linen. San was doing his best to shield his wife and the baby within her; and Dinah, Wooyoung, and Grace-Anne slid over to huddle with Dahae. Mingi and Jongho were both red as beets and equally running out of energy just trying to keep the ship steady.

The blaring alarm seemed to pound in Hongjoong’s head as he bearcrawled to the post. He wasn’t about to go out with his crewmates like this. Heating the love of his life scream in panic pierced his heart so much that it gave him a boost of adrenaline. Hongjoong lunged at his target; his first mate, and his quartermaster reached the sail post. Together, they ripped open the metallic built-in box, and punched in the emergency sail code.

At that moment, the ship slowed its spinning and came to a stop just before they could crash into some forestry. The sails dropped, and they began to ascend into the clouds again.

Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and Yeosang all sighed in relief as the center of gravity steadied.

“Are you okay, captain?” Yeosang asked. “You look pale.”

“I’ll be okay,” Hongjoong promised as he looked back towards his crew. “Is everyone alright?”

The three women that were huddled slowly stood and smoothed each other’s hair and clothing out, but with a nod they reassured the captain they were unharmed. Wooyoung was trying to regain his balance, as he was prone to get dizzy easily; and Mingi and Jongho were catching their breaths. San, on the other hand, was still holding his wife and whispering something to her. Celestia was sobbing hysterically.

“This can’t happen!” she sobbed. “This can’t happen!”

Dahae and Yeosang rushed over to her to see what had happened, and San, a concerned expression on his winded face explained that Celestia thought that she was about to go into labor from the whole fiasco. She panicked at the thought of being whipped around would harm the child developing within her.

“Let’s get her to the medical wing,” Dahae suggested.

San didn’t hesitate to scoop his crying wife into his arms, shushing her and attempting to calm her as he carried her.

Hongjoong turning his radio back on. “Yunho, what’s happened?”

“We got the engine fixed with a little teamwork. Phoebe got on my shoulders to reach the wire, and Taeran kept us all steady.”

“Good job, guys. Take a rest.”

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Heartbeats.

Loud and clear.

“She’s okay,” Dahae smiled comfortingly.

The doppler picked up Baby Choi’s heartbeat, and it was beating at the pace it was supposed to.

“Thank you,” Celestia sniffed, her head leaning against her husband’s chest. San kissed her head, his way of telling her he was always there to protect her.

“Again, sorry that you had to go through all of that,” the medic nervously chuckled as she helped Celestia up and handed her a tissue to dry her eyes.

“It’s not your fault.”

“None of us knew that was going to happen,” San chimed in.

“Well, you two better go ahead and rest. We should be in Egypt by tonight.”

Once the bride and groom were out of the room, Dahae huffed back into her chair. First her fiancé nearly gets his arm eaten by worms, then the ship starts falling from the sky causing major panic over the crew, not to mention the inside of the ship needing to go through a major clean-up. Dahae loved going on these adventures, but this one was getting more and more tedious and dangerous.

Her fingers massaged the massive headache from the stress of it all. Another heavy sigh escaped her mouth.

“Only the second stop,” she groaned, “and it gets worse as we go.”

“Tell me about it,” Yeosang agreed as he sweeped up broken syringes. “What’s next? Someone breaks their arm from a sarcophagus falling over?”

“Don’t jinx it.”

She knew it was only a joke, but Dahae didn’t have any energy left to laugh.

“Hey, how about I clean up here?” Yeosang offered.

“Are you sure?” His fellow medic raised an eyebrow.

“You and Hongjoong have both looked exhausted since the ship came back to normal. Go rest.”

Dahae could see the dark circles under Yeosang’s eyes. He was just as tired, but he was willing to take up for others when he could. That was the thing Dahae admired most about her friend: he put others first. Especially now that he had Phoebe in his life, he had dedicated helping her with her grandfather’s medical bills. She was a match for him as she was  willing to help him pay to go back to medical school if he ever decided to.

“Alright,” Dahae agreed as she rose from her seat. “Have a good night.”

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Marked

First fic of the blog is gonna be my first Fallen Hero fic! Contains some spoilers for Retribution. TW: Needles

"09."    You look up as the door opens, stomach churning and hands clammy. Andrelina stands there, in the doorway.    "Y-Yes, miss?" You manage to make eye contact, heart somewhere in your throat.    She told you to wait in your room for her, told you there was something important you had to do today. You shuddered to think of what sort of test they might run on you today. You hope, at least, that there are less needles involved. They're your least favorite, but not by much. Everything the scientists do to you tend to be more awful than not.    "It's time," Andrelina beckons, holding the door open.    You nod, swallowing hard as you get to your feet and follow her out. The tile in the hall is identical to that in your room, right down to the temperature. Your toes curl at the cold and you wince, but say nothing. You wish, sometimes, that you were allowed shoes like the doctors and scientists wear - though maybe not the ones with heels like the redhead wears. Or for the floor to be warmer. Either way, Andrelina will not care what you have to say. Well... Most of the time, anyway.    "What are we doing today?" you find the courage to ask. She's usually willing to tell you that much, unless she's in a bad mood.    "Your tattoos. Dr. Adus says it's time."    Your heart sinks, a lump forming in your throat. You've heard mixed stories about the tattoos - some of the others have had them done painlessly, others not so much. And with Dr. Adus being, well, himself... You don't expect this to go pleasantly.    You chew on your lip a little, "Does it... hurt?"    "I wouldn't know. I've never had them."    Your shoulders sag; you're certain Andrelina knows. She's probably accompanied many Re-Genes to this procedure. She just doesn't want to tell you, or doesn't think it's worth the effort explaining. And it's not like you really deserve to know, anyway.    The redhead comes to a stop at a set of elevators and presses the button. You fidget with your clothes - the dull grey uniform is rough and itchy, and barely fits properly, but you can't complain. You're barely allowed existence - what right would you have to complain about the clothes they gave you?    The elevator dings when it arrives and Andrelina gestures for you to enter. You do, sidling into the corner. She follows, tapping her ID card on the screen and pressing the button for the third floor. You wonder - not for the first time - how many floors this place has. How far up does the elevator go? How long will it be until you get to leave and see the world beyond? You hope it'll be sooner rather than later, you'd love to get out of tests and experiments just for a little while.    The elevator comes to a stop all too soon. The door opens once again, dinging.    For a split second, you have the urge to hit another button on the screen. To go higher, to the top, maybe, and out. But the urge passes quickly - rationality reminds you that you don't have an ID card, and thus the elevator wouldn't obey your command. Not to mention, Andrelina is right there.    You exit the elevator, the lump in your throat getting harder to ignore. Andrelina is practically on your heels as the pair of you head down the corridor. Your hands tremble and you clasp them together in front of yourself, trying to control it better.    "In here."    You glance at the door you've just arrived at, pulse picking up. When you next emerge, there's no way anyone will mistake you for a person. Unless they could only see your face. As you reach to open it, you wonder briefly what color your tattoos might be. You've seen a lot of variety.    Dr. Adus sits at a desk in the room beyond, opposite the door. You step inside, a greeting dying somewhere in your throat at the sight of the chair next to him. It looks like it might be comfortable, with its tall back and long seat - it's so long it looks as though you're supposed to rest your legs on one end. The only thing that's really off-putting about it is the open leather straps all over it. You freeze in your tracks, heart starting to race - they're not going to tie you down for this, right?!    "The restraints are only if needed." A gentle hand - so gentle - on your shoulder prompts you to look up at Andrelina. She rarely touches you so softly. No one does, for that matter. She lightly pushes you further into the room, nearly on your heels. When she releases you, it's to step around you and stand near the wall on the opposite side of the chair.    "Took you long enough," Dr. Adus gives you a look, as if it's your fault you weren't here sooner, before returning his attention to the instruments on the desk. "Strip down and take a seat."    You swallow hard, certain you misheard. "S-Sorry?"    He looks at you again, eyes narrow. "Take off your clothes and sit down," he repeats firmly.    You glance at Andrelina, who nods ever so slightly. You bite your lip but do as you're told, pulling off your pants and shirt. Goosebumps form on your skin as the cold settles in even worse than before. When you look up, shivering, Dr. Adus is staring at you with a strange look in his eyes, his gaze roving over your mostly bare form. You have the distinct feeling that he isn't looking at the bar code on your chest.    You approach hesitantly, perching on the very edge of the chair. You don't like the way he's looking at you, keeping your eyes on the floor.    You shudder when he grips your shoulder, pushing you against the back of the chair. You look up, eyes wide with terror.    "She said the restraints are only if necessary." His tone is as cold as the room. "Now, hold out your arm and stay still." He gestures towards the armrest.    You stretch out your arm, eyeing the strap warily. Dr. Adus turns back to his desk once more, picking up... something. When he returns his attention to you, you're able to get a good look at it. It's got a large needle on one end, with what seems to be some sort of small tank attached to it. Your mouth goes dry at the sight of the needle, stomach twisting, trying not to think about how much worse it's going to be than a normal needle. He holds it almost like a pen, hovering over your arm, just a little bit past your elbow. He doesn't even give you any warning before starting.    The needle pierces your skin, a sharp pain drawing forth a cry that you don't get the chance to hold back, instinctively pulling away. Your arm stings badly, your heart starting to race.    This is going to hurt a lot.    Dr. Adus roughly grabs your wrist and puts your arm back where it was. "Don't. Move."    You mumble an apology, gripping the armrest tightly with your other hand as he resumes.    You barely hold back another cry, the shaking worsening. Tears form in your eyes as the pain intensifies briefly but thankfully plateauing at a mostly manageable level.    "Sure looked terrified when you two came in," he glances towards Andrelina.    "Yes," she sighs. You can't see her expression, too focused on holding still and not screaming, but you have the feeling she looks annoyed. Or disappointed. "She's going to be reprogrammed tomorrow. Again."    Reprogrammed again. Locked up in that awful machine, and for what? To feel empty and numb and wrong for a few days, a week or two at most, only to go back to your old, anxious self. And have to be reprogrammed again. You aren't supposed to remember the sessions. Or feel so much. But you do, and they don't like that.    The pain stops. You look down at your arm to find orange lines crawling their way up your forearm, just a little past your elbow. You wipe away your tears with your other hand, bracing yourself for the next round.    "Lean back," he orders.    You do, settling on the chair properly, bringing your legs up onto the lower part, the cool leather of the backrest sending a chill up your spine. He shifts closer, and you look away. You don't want to watch this. It never helps.    The area he's working in now must be far more sensitive. The pain spikes and you scream, actually scream, and jerk away, unable to help yourself. It's just too much to handle. You hunch over, clutching at your arm.    "09!" he snaps. "What part of 'hold still' do you not understand?"    "I-I'm sorry!" A panicked sob escapes you. "I-It hurts, I'm so s-sorry!"    "Just restrain her. We haven't got all day for this," Andrelina speaks over you. You feel her hands on you again, but they are far from gentle. No, this time they are rough, shoving you back against the chair, holding you there while Dr. Adus straps you down.    "P-Please!" You cry, struggling, but he's already got one wrist bound. You know, deep down, there's no point in fighting. There's two of them, they're both stronger than you, and it's only going to make things worse. But what are you supposed to do? You can't stand just sitting here and letting them have their way with you. Neither of them even acknowledge your pleas. Soon, you are totally restrained, now unable to move at all. Your chest and throat are tight, tighter than the straps are. Tears spill down your cheeks, shoulders quivering with silent sobs.    "If you'd just listened, you wouldn't have to deal with this." He shakes his head, frustrated. He picks up the needle-pen-thing and brings his chair closer to you. You tense in your bonds as he rests the tip of it on your arm again, just barely, lingering a moment so he can watch you squirm in discomfort.    You jerk against the straps when the pain returns for the third time, whimpering. Dr. Adus doesn't even glance at you, continuing his work. You turn your head to stare at the wall; it's better not to watch. Not by much, though. You wonder how long this is going to take. How long will he keep you here, trapped like this? And... If it hurts this badly on your arms alone... You shudder to think of how bad it'll be on more sensitive areas of your body. You shut your eyes tightly, the tears never ceasing, resigning yourself to what is bound to be a very long day.

[thewalkingdeadimaginings]

The Extraction

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Me,” Negan said, “I’ll do it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You think so?” you said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

what ifs; adam page [one]

Notes:

This is my rewrite / alternate version of my fic Wild Side. Yeah, I’m gonna post and continue both on this blog. If I can just get myself unstuck / out of the hole I wrote myself into with Wild Side, that’d be fuckin gr9.. But for now, it’s time to put everything I have so far for What If’s on this blog, I think. Ya’ll.. I swear I plan to update this soon. I have plans. I just.. have to make my brain form the words/sentences. 

Summary:

Adam and Ivy went from childhood best friends, to a couple and then they were torn apart by life and it’s pesky obstacles. Those pesky obstacles have thrown them back together now, when it seems they need each other -and most importantly, their closure, the most. Will they rekindle their flame or will everything fizzle out and die before it’s given a proper chance to grow? And just how are they going to handle all the things currently going on in each other’s lives?

Warnings:

alcohol tw, mentions of stripping / exotic dance culture, angst... heavy angst to start with. slow burn. awkward situations and occasional flashbacks / memories. fluff eventually. not as of yet, but I promise you, we will get there.

Pairing:

Adam Hangman Page x OFC, Ivy Barlow.

Header made by me. Images from Google. Don’t steal it if you didn’t make it/write it.

“Ivy Barlow?” the words of the cardiologist echoed through a mostly silent waiting room as the cardiologist looked around, trying to locate the daughter of his patient.

Ivy’s head snapped up and she rubbed her eyes. The older man walked over and sat down and Ivy swallowed hard. Before he could even get anything out, Ivy felt her eyes starting to sting with unshed tears.

From beside her, her sister Constance was starting to sniffle, shushing her two children so that she and Ivy could hear what the doctor was about to say, both of them holding hands and sharing a scared look. Ivy was the one who asked first.

“Dad… He’s.. He’s okay, right?”

“Your father’s had a heart attack.”

“No.” Constance was about to lose it and start sobbing. Ivy looped her arm around her sister’s shoulder and pulled her against her side and wiped at her eyes, addressing the doctor again. “Is he okay? What’s… Is there anything you can do?”

“We’re preparing to do a stent as we speak, Ms. Barlow. The procedure might take a few hours, but after the fact, we’ll let you both know how it went.”

“A stent… That’s… That’s good, right? It has a fairly good chance of working?” Ivy questioned, starting to feel a little numb from the shock of it all. Not even 24 hours ago, her father had been fine, they’d been face - timing and she’d been laughing at him as he bitched about one of the cows from the Henderson farm up the road getting in with his herd and the chaos that ensued. She’d been offhandedly making plans to return to West Virginia to visit as soon as she got a break from work and wedding planning.

Just the thought of Ty and their argument before she broke it off and left had her annoyed all over again. And twice as sure that she’d made the right choice, the best choice.

Her family came first. If Ty didn’t understand that by now, Ty wasn’t ever going to understand it. His reaction to her postponing the wedding to return to West Virginia to care for her father and help him on the farm clearly showed her just how wrong she’d been about the man she’d been about to settle for.

Because she made no mistake about it. She’d had about 9 hours to stew on the whole thing and Ty was simply someone she settled for.

The cardiologist explained the procedure to her and her sister Constance and after he walked away, Constance took a shaky breath, glancing at Ivy. “Dad’s gonna be fine. It’s the farm I’m worried about, sis.”

“The farm?”

“Yeah, you know last year was rough… With those 3 cows getting trich right before time for market and then the tractor going tits up. Dad… He had to take out a few loans. Then he started getting sick.”

“Why didn’t he tell me?” Ivy asked as she met her sister’s gaze, taking a deep breath and digesting what her sister was telling her.

“Because.” Constance air quoted, “You were out there in Florida doin’ things with your life like you always planned. He didn’t want to disrupt that. Guess he felt like losin’ Mom was bad enough and he didn’t wanna make you feel like you had to come back here. We all know you were hell bent on leavin’ anyway, even before Mom uprooted me n’ you n’ Carly back then.”

Ivy’s mouth opened and closed and she gaped at her sister. Finally, she managed to get out the truth. “I never wanted to leave, actually. I just adjusted to what Mom put us through because she made it seem like that was the only option we had to ‘really live life’. It was not something I would’ve chosen, otherwise.”

“I… I didn’t know.” Constance muttered after a few seconds as she squeezed her younger sister’s hand. “I’m sorry.”

Ivy shrugged and brown eyes darted around the waiting room. “Where the hell is Carly? Typical, it’s home, it’s Daddy, so she’s not comin’ unless there’s a will to be read.”

“Ivy…” Constance took a deep breath but Ivy shook her head firmly. “We all need to be here. He needs us right now. She’s always been selfish like…”

“Like Mom?” Constance questioned, sighing and shaking her head. There may be years between their mother leaving and making them tag along for the ride and now, but she’d never really been able to bring herself to forgive her mother for it. And now, knowing that Ivy hadn’t wanted to leave either and that was the cause of strain between their mother and Ivy, it only made Constance that much more convinced that she was right to keep low contact with their mother. Let her live her dream life in that Miami mansion with the stupid pool boy man on the side and an even dumber plastic surgeon husband. Constance loved the life she had here.

“Exactly.” Ivy sank back into the hard plastic chair, sighing in exhaustion. The past few hours had been scary and frustrating and lonely for her. Her eyes settled on the television screen across the waiting room and when she saw him walking down the ramp and to the ring, she nearly spat out the lukewarm coffee she’d been nursing for an hour and a half now.

“Is that… No. That can’t be… Adam?” Ivy gaped and bit her lip, raising a hand to drag slowly through light brown hair. Constance gave a soft laugh and nodded. “It is, Ivy. He goes by Hangman now.”

“Momma! Hangman!” Ivy’s nephew Jake burst through, tugging at her sister’s sleeve and pointing at the tv.

“Hangman, huh?” Ivy was still gazing at the television set in awe, biting her lip as she took a deep breath or two.

All she could think about was the last conversation she had with him. The night before she wound up being dragged off to Florida to live with her mom.

OoO

“Aw, c’mon. It’ll be fun. Just you n’ me out there together. This is gonna be my ticket outta here, darlin.” Adam’s blue eyes locked on her own and she sighed, biting the inside of her cheek. She didn’t get it honestly, why did he just have to leave? Why did everybody want to take her out of the only home she’d ever really known and wanted to know? She already had her life mapped out… And up to five minutes ago when Adam sprang the news of trying out for some small time wrestling company, she’d thought that he was going to be a part of those plans.

“Adam, I… Nevermind.”

Adam eyed Ivy and took a deep breath. “What’s wrong, hon?” he leaned in, his thumb wiping away a tear that started to roll down her cheek.

“It’s just… I thought you were gonna take over your daddy’s farm… And I was gonna go to WVU with you in the fall and we were…” Ivy paused, taking the chocolate shake from his hands and taking a big sip just to mask her unease at saying too much, giving him too much power to hurt her. Because she knew that if she said it, it was out there and it couldn’t ever be taken back.

“ Darlin’… We can still do that, hell… I mean… I might not even get signed with this company. You know yourself I ain’t the best right now. But if I don’t try, I won’t ever know. ‘Sides..” Adam took a deep breath, fumbling around in his pocket for the locket he’d gotten her. It wasn’t much, but it was a placeholder until he could one day do better. “I’ve always thought it was gonna be you n’ me against the world, remember? It’s just a week. Then we’ll figure things out a lil better..” Adam coaxed.

Ivy gazed at him, taking a few deep breaths. Finally, a smile played at her lips and she gave a slow nod, turning so that he could slip the locket on her neck. “Okay, alright. Why you gotta play dirty, huh? You know I always cave right in when you give me that look, Adam.”

Adam’s nose nuzzled against the side of her neck and he chuckled, pulling her against him, resting his head against her shoulder as he muttered in a shaky whisper, “Love you, Ivy.”

“Love you too, Adam.”

OoO

Constance cleared her throat again and snapped her fingers in front of her sister’s face. “Are you okay, Ivy?”

“Y-yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. It was just… weird. Seeing him again after all this time, even if it was just on television.”

“He comes home all the time.” Constance grinned to herself as she said it and watched her sister’s interest perk. Ivy tried to downplay it, but Constance could tell she’d gotten her attention.

“Oh yeah? Nice to know. Maybe he didn’t go off and let the fame go right to his head.” Ivy shrugged and took the pink crayon from Jenny, her niece and went to color in Ariel’s long flowing hair in the picture. But she couldn’t get it all out of her head, either. It was like seeing Adam Page on television a few minutes ago had opened Pandora’s Box for her and now, all those old what if’s were flaring up all over again.

What if she hadn’t just quietly gone with her mother that night? What if she’d fought and made it known that she didn’t intend on leaving the farm? What if she’d actually gotten to say goodbye? What if she’d tried to say goodbye and instead, she and Adam ran off that night together?

Maybe everything would be totally different right now. Maybe it wouldn’t. But at least I’d have a little closure, Ivy sighed as she thought about it and she shook her head, standing to make her way over to the little coffee pot by the nurses station.

–

The further away Adam Page got from the arena, the more solidified the thought became in his mind. He needed to get his head on straight. He needed to regroup and the only place he seemed to be able to do so was at his parents farm. The thought prompted him to pick up his cell phone and scroll through his contacts list, finding his father’s number and hitting call. While he waited on at least one of his parents to answer, he found himself stewing over the argument he’d had with Matt and Nick and Kenny before leaving.

They just weren’t listening, they didn’t care lately and that was beyond frustrating. They called themselves his friends and yet, they didn’t see that everything going on lately was starting to wear him more than a little thin. The more he pushed, the more they shoved. All he wanted to do was pull away for a while… Get some needed distance and be his own man again.

Why was that so damned hard for the three of them to understand?

His father picked up and he raised a brow when he heard the older man swearing and yelling to one of his hands on the farm. “It goes over there, damn it! You know Dalton has a place for everythin’, shit. Act like you got sense, kid.”

“Dad?”

“Hang on a sec, son.” Adam’s father took a sip of coffee and waved over his mother to take the phone. Adam’s mother took the phone from him and eyed her husband.

“It’s our son, woman!”

“Adam? What on Earth are you doin, sweetie? I just got through watchin the replay of last night?”

“I’m… I’m gonna come home a little bit, mom. Just need to think. What’s Dad doin’ on the Bar Low?”

“Ivy’s daddy had a heart attack earlier… So your daddy thought he’d come over and pitch in while Dalton was recoverin because their crop isn’t gonna harvest itself… Are you alright, son?”

Adam sighed and shook his head, found himself thinking bitterly that even knowing her dad was layin in a hospital probably wouldn’t be enough to drag Ivy home..

… because I sure as shit wasn’t enough to keep her around years ago… the thought came, even though by now, Adam knew the truth for the most part. He knew Ivy hadn’t really been given a choice in the matter, but he also felt the bitterness because she didn’t even give him a proper goodbye. She didn’t even try to fight it.

… you know she wasn’t a fighter back then, she just went along with whatever somebody asked of her, tried not to make waves… makin waves was always Connie and Carly’s thing… Adam’s mind veered off and he cleared his throat. “I’m on my way in. What all needs t’ get done?”

“Clever. My sweet clever boy.. You’re not dodgin the discussion we’re gon have. But we’ll figure all that when you get here. How far out are ya?” Adam’s mom smiled to herself as she turned to his father and nudged him. “He’s comin home for a little while!”

“What? It ain’t his downtime. He better not be quittin. Raised more n’ enough hell to go off and do that foolishness, he better not give it up. Ain’t everyday a man gets to accomplish his dream.” Adam’s father muttered, eyeing his wife who shrugged. Adam’s mom repeated her question and bit her lip, excitedly waiting on an answer.

“About 6 hours, give or take.” Adam answered after consulting his GPS. Kenny was flooding the other line with calls but Adam only rolled his eyes and let the calls keep going to voicemail. “Does Ivy? Does she know?” Adam finally bought himself to ask the question, not bothering to keep the annoyance out of his tone at the mention of her name. Adam’s mother sighed and answered calmly, “She’s movin back in, from the looks of it. Came in the mornin after it happened, your daddy was down there half the afternoon helpin her get her things in and do some repairs around the farm…”

She knew about the way things ended. And she knew it hurt her son. But she also knew there were more than two sides to a story and she felt like maybe it was high time they sat down and talked it out. Or yelled it out.

Because Adam hadn’t really been the same since.

And from what Constance let slip on occasion, neither had Ivy.

Closure was needed between the two.

Adam processed what his mother told him and grumbled quietly, taking a deep breath. Suddenly, he wasn’t so sure about his idea to go back to the farm for a few weeks and try to get his head on straight. How the hell was he supposed to do that with his biggest lingering what if right across the field? Knowing they lived in a small town and at some point, he’d inevitably have to run into her.

He was already dreading it.

“Adam?”

“I’m still here, Momma. Just thinkin.”

“Son, it’s been almost ten years. You’re every bit as stubborn as your daddy.” his mother sighed and Adam gave a dry laugh. “I ain’t the one who just up n’ left. Surprised she dragged herself back here. Heard she was doin’ real good down in Florida. Even landed herself a doctor n’ everything.”

“Accordin to what I overheard earlier, she broke it off with the guy. Apparently, he didn’t want her comin back here to do what she needed to do. And he refused t’ come with. She left him n’ came home.”

“Color me shocked.” Adam muttered dryly, letting it sink in. Talking himself right out of even remotely getting his hopes up on any form of closure.

He had more than enough to deal with right now.

Besides, Adam found himself thinking, bet she ain’t given me a second thought. It’s water under the bridge now and that’s where it needs t’ stay. In the past.

The GPS announced his turn and after a few more minutes of conversation, he hung up with his parents and went back to driving and thinking.

And he tried to keep himself from thinking about her being back, but he failed at it miserably and it annoyed the living hell out of him.

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aposiopesis (part three)

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Sarah vehemently told her that she didn’t want her around for the procedure. The connection seemed to all but vanish between them. She was no longer looking at Cosima with adoration and hope, but with disappointment. The procedure went as well as it could have, but Cosima was still leaving her. Even if it was the good thing to do, it didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt.

Cosima couldn’t help that Sarah was the only thing on her mind. She had Sarah’s eggs, she had her bags of personal items and research, and she was stepping on a helicopter to get her cure. And yet… none of that was the closest thing on her mind.

“I could kiss you right now.”

It had felt like a betrayal. At least, that’s what Cosima could gather about what Sarah felt. Going to the island (without her), allowing Rachel to replace her, and using Sarah’s suicidal thoughts against her. It had all been too much.

It felt like a break-up.

They weren’t together, they were far from it. They were genetic identicals. Friends. Partners. And yet, it was the other clone that was always on the scientist’s mind.

Sarah. Sarah. Sarah. Sarah. Sarah’s mane of hair. Sarah’s thick eyeliner. Sarah’s accent. Sarah’s clothes hung off her body just so. Sarah’s laugh. Sarah’s brooding. Sarah’s beauty. Sarah’s protectiveness and strength and bravery. Sarah. Sarah. Sarah. Sarah.

She wondered if the punk was thinking about her too. Or if this new attraction was something one-sided and strange and unnerving and perverted. She told herself that the stolen glances and lingering looks that the two shared were probably purely platonic for Sarah and confused Cosima because she’s… well…

Gay and lonely.

She decided that it was only confusion. Because confusion was the only thing that made sense to her. And as a scientist… she needed to comprehend her feelings. And having… feelings... for Sarah, well….

Shay made emotional sense. She was charming, comforting. She made Cosima feel calm, welcomed, bright. Like she was being taken care of by a woman who not only understood her chemistry and biology, but also her personality and feelings. Shay was normal. She wasn't a monitor or a spy. She just wanted Cosima.

Delphine made logical sense. She was her intellectual equal. Gorgeous and eloquent and intriguing. Cosima was fascinated by the intricacies of the blonde’s extraordinary mind. They were always speaking the same language and studying the same science. They almost shared a brain, a love for science and for each other.

Sarah didn’t make sense. She was a maelstrom. She was complicated and fiery and had a temper. A grifter, hustler, con-artist. She doesn’t care much for science or understanding her own nature. She didn’t need to. Her focus had always been on the survival of others. The punk was a forgotten child forced to grow up too soon, to grow up hating the world and everyone around it.

Almost the exact opposite of Cosima. And for the life of her, the scientist didn’t understand why she felt such a bond to a woman so different from her.

A lone wolf forced to work with others. A leader who protects her people. Who puts a brave face on no matter what. Who’s dangerously sharp but as breakable as glass. Fierce and hardened by life, but melts at her family that she is ever so loyal to. She felt safe around Sarah.

Cosima admired her. Wanted to save her. Wanted to hold her. Wanted to ki—no. She didn’t want to go there. She couldn’t go there. Not when she was sure that Sarah didn’t have the same damning thoughts.

..........

Finally, things seemed to be going right.  Or as right as it could have been going. And with all the never-ending bad luck she seemed to have experienced in the last couple of years, it almost surprised Cosima that things were going so well. It looked like they had succeeded; they were finally going to get that cure.

It was a moment that she wished she could have shared with Delphine (she always thought it would be the two of them to make the breakthrough). And of course the other sestras and poor suckers in clone club.

Susan (who she had to admit was not that bad to work with) had even suggested calling Sarah with the good news (before Susan started acting a bit strangely), but Cosima was unsure. She wanted to tell Sarah, but the clone hadn’t been returning any of her texts. They only got updates through Ira (thank god Evie Cho seemed to be out of the picture). The radio silence was concerning, but she could tell Sarah was still upset with her. It wasn’t like her to just forgive and forget so easily.

But, other than Scott, she didn’t know who else to call. She knew Alison was in hell with Neo cop shit and didn’t want to bother her… and it wasn’t like she was in communication with Helena. All she wanted to do was talk to was Sarah.

So, after psyching herself up for a few hours, she called her via skype. And surprisingly, Sarah picked up.

Seeing her was strange, even though she should have been used to seeing her on skype after doing it for so long. They had done this a million times before, yet…

“Cosima,” Sarah greeted with less emotion than Cosima could ever remember (like hadn’t shared a bed and held hands when things got scary). “I’m hopin’ you’re callin’ w’good news, yeah?”

The scientist nodded with less enthusiasm than she thought she would ever have telling the punk about the success of the cure. She thought she would be screaming and pulling the other woman close, even if Sarah grimaced at all the personal touching.

“We’ve got a cure, Sarah. I’d say that’s good news.”

Color immediately returned to Sarah’s face like she was just revived from the dead. Even the corners of her mouth tugged upwards into a smile that Cosima immediately mirrored.

“Good news? Cos, that’s bloody brilliant! So you’re gonna get better?”

“Yeah, yeah. Fingers crossed, you know.”

Sarah grinned and ran her fingers through her mane of hair. “Holy shite.”

“I know, I know. A functioning therapy for all of us.”

“I’m so happy, Cosima. I can’t wait to tell Alison and Helena!”

Cosima started to tear up. She wished that she could be there, telling them too. Holding them together as they cried, knowing that they would have full lives to look forward to. Holding Sarah knowing she was going to live.

“I miss you guys.” I miss you.

“I--we miss you, too,” Sarah replied, catching herself and blushing, but only a little bit.

Cosima opened her mouth to apologize, apologize for everything, but a notification went off on her computer screen that made her do a double-take.

“Cos, what’s wrong?”

“Ugh, I’m just being denied access to the database and shit. Sarah?” No more internet or service. She was cut off from the outside world and felt completely alone, and it seemed purposeful. Devious.

“No,” she muttered and tried to gain access in whatever way she could. “No, not now. Not like this.”

.........

Sarah could have guessed this. No, she would have guessed this. It was the only thing that Cosima was sure of. Susan was planning on making more clones and Cosima was now locked inside a fucking room, screaming to get out. Things couldn’t have gone worse, and it was something that Sarah would have seen coming.

Pounding at the door wasn’t helping. Screaming wasn’t helping. (Pining over Sarah wasn’t helping.) But she continued to do it anyway because it at the very least gave her something to do.

She stopped when the door opened. She almost wanted to charge at it (push Susan down and beat her senseless) but stopped at the sight of her genetic identical. Charlotte. Charlotte, with her innocent and terrified eyes. Charlotte, with a plan.

Things started to move fast. Rachel was back (pissed apparently) and Susan wanted them to save themselves and leave (so maybe she wasn’t too terrible) by boat. Cosima grabbed the cure and heard the heated conversation between Susan and Rachel. Curiosity made her want to stay, but she had to think about the others. She had to think about Charlotte. (And Sarah.) And get the cure back home.

It was cold. Freezing, really. Frostbite-die-in-the-snow kind of freezing that normally would have made her scream her choice of curse words. But she didn’t. She needed to give Charlotte hope that they would make it. That they would survive.

But first, they needed to rest. Just sit. Hold onto each other until they had enough strength to keep going. Just… sit… and…

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It was black. Almost completely, but there was something visible. Cosima felt numbness intensified. Like her body was ringing, pulsing. Like she had one last shot, one last life. Or that her life was ending. She couldn’t tell the difference.

She thought of Sarah and her hands (rougher and more scarred than Cosima’s) that were intertwined with hers. She thought about her scent, her rare laugh, her hair, her skin on hers.

"I can’t do this without you."

It was black.

Until it wasn’t. And all that she could sense and see and feel… was Delphine. Not Sarah.

Delphine who wasn’t dead. Delphine who wasn’t a figment of her imagination like before when she had almost died. Delphine who was saving her life and holding her tight and forcing everyone (who were they?) to get out of the room (where were they?).

“Keep breathing."

Delphine said it like a mantra and Cosima didn’t know if she was saying it to help Cosima or herself.

Her chest hurt. And she felt like she was freezing and burning all at the same time. Or maybe the freezing felt like burning and the burning felt like freeing.

“I’m right here. I’m going to keep you warm.”

Cosima felt Delphine wrap herself around her and try to bring her back to life. She wanted to believe her. But something inside of her disagreed. Something in her hurt. A pain… she didn’t quite recognize.

“I think I’m dying.”

“No you’re not,” Delphine whispered confidently, matter-of-factly. “I won’t let you.”

Her mind wasn’t on Delphine at the moment. It was on her sestras and the cure she had been working for. Because even if she died (and that was feeling likely) she had one last thing to offer to the world. The chance to save the other LEDA clones.

“I finished our homework.”

And suddenly it was black again.

...................

Cosima woke with all the walls around her, but she felt like she was outside. She could hear the nature, the rambling of people talking and walking, and the distinct smell of smoke (like from a campfire). She knew it was the people that Susan didn’t want her around or to know. Including Delphine.

“You won’t be allowed to stay with her,” A man said in a voice that carried weight like he was in charge (which didn’t sit right with Cosima).

“I know, but she’s my patient, so if you’ll please excuse us.” Delphine.  She was never known to follow orders from any insignificant man. But then again, Cosima didn’t know what kind of people were here. Who was in charge. Where she was.

“Cosima,” Delphine whispered again like they had to be secretive (which wasn’t a good sign). Cosima didn’t even know how Delphine knew that she was awake. “Hey. We have to be very careful here. It’s not safe.”

Delphine was touching her hair, running her fingers through it like when they were dating. Cosima wanted to ask her if the blonde had got into bed with her, held her, loved her, or if she just imagined it last night. But the concerned look on the French woman’s face shut her up.

“Is our homework what I think it is?” She reached down for Cosima’s bag, for her cure, and she gasped a little.

Her gentle excitement put a smile on Cosima’s face. For the briefest of seconds, she forgot about Delphine breaking up with her, Delphine lying, Delphine hiding things from her, Delphine dying, Delphine being alive but being gone. For a second, all that mattered was the two of them. Cosima reached out to touch her face, to love her, to tell her that yes. It was their cure.

“You found your cure!”

“You can shoot me up, like old times.”

“I will,” Delphine agreed immediately, but quickly added as an after-thought, “but you must not tell anyone. Okay?”

Cosima understood. “Okay.”

There was something wrong. Something seriously, seriously wrong. Not just with Delphine being shaken up by the people on the island, but by this unnerving feeling she was having. She never remembered feeling this before.

She was hurting, she was sick, but there was something else. A pain. In her chest, in her neck, in her leg…? Cosima wanted to stay awake, to talk to Delphine, to love her and kiss her and… but the pain was unbearable. Not Cosima’s pain… someone else’s.

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Revival. Mud. Delphine working in the clinic. The fucking yurt. It was an understatement that it was a lot to get used to. She needed to see Delphine and yet she was stuck with some chick (whose age seemed ambiguous) who couldn’t stop talking about P.T. Westmorland as if he was some great icon. Cosima couldn’t really believe he was 170 or that Susan was still somehow alive and Rachel was fine and gaining power but…

Thank god for Charlotte. She held her close and wondered if it was the young girl’s pain that she had been feeling, but she didn’t make any mention of it.

It all seemed like a cult to her, though Mud would immediately deny it if Cosima voiced her opinion. But luckily, it wasn’t Mud who was by her side as she examined the school. Charlotte seemed to agree with all her bad vibes of the place.

And then Delphine was back. Always in and out. Here, close enough to touch. She apologized to Cosima, but the clone didn’t have the heart to accept it, really. She understood that there could be no contact, but she couldn’t imagine a scenario in which she wouldn’t try everything to contact Delphine if she was in her position.

Delphine was always in a hurry to talk, which made sense when Cosima realized that she had to leave to Sardinia of all the fucking places in the world. Cosima almost laughed at the absurdity of it. Right when she had her back, Delphine had to leave. Again.

Cosima thought that the few minutes that she had with Delphine would be spent with declarations of love and promises of coming back to her. Instead, she was greeted with the science, with the truth.

Stem cell therapy, cryonics, caloric restriction, immunotherapy, cloning. The heart of Neolution was here. It was terrifying and genius and intriguing and unethical. Things were changing, Rachel was changing things.

And then she had to go. Delphine gave her a small key and instructions to find her cure and all Cosima wanted was more time. More Delphine. More… answers. She wanted to kiss her longer, hold her longer, love her longer.

“Follow the crazy science."

And  Delphine did what she did best. She left.

She thought things would change with the cure. She thought that things would get better. Immediately better. She thought it would bring her happiness. But she felt all alone on the island (even with Mud bugging her every few seconds).

She always thought she would receive the cure with her people. With Delphine and Sarah and Scott and Alison and everyone else she cared about. She thought this would be a miraculous occasion, one to be celebrated with wine and whiskey and maybe an apple juice for Alison. She didn’t think she’d be alone in a trailer scrounging through the refrigerator for the cure that she stole so one of the other clones didn’t take it.

She thought she heard the door open and—

“It’s me! It’s me!”

Sarah Manning, in the flesh, broken and bloody and raw. Sarah Manning, with blood-stained cheeks, dirt-covered hair, and ripped jeans (that shouldn’t have been ripped). Sarah Manning, who was supposed to be with the others, safe and protected, but wasn’t.

Cosima stood up straighter and swallowed the urge to run over to her and hug her (and maybe do something else). But Sarah looked angry and worried and god, Cosima knew she still probably wasn’t forgiven for what she said.

“Sarah… what… what…”

“I came to get you,” Sarah stated firmly with her body limping to one side.

“How did you get h--oh my god, you’re bleeding.” Cosima darted for her and held onto her shoulder to steady Sarah and take a look at the wound.

Sarah moved away from her in a swift motion as if she didn’t want Cosima to look at her. She tried to talk about a boat, an escape plan.

“Sit,” Cosima tried to command. When Sarah shrugged, she said it firmer. “Sit down.” When the clone sat down (with a large grunt and frustrated sigh), Cosima asked, “What the hell happened?”

“Rachel went mad.”

Cosima blinked. That wasn’t news to her, but she was expecting more of a long drawn out story about why she was here and why Rachel tried to kill her.

“Yeah, I know. We must have just missed each other. Just let me, Sarah. Let me look at your leg…” she trailed off with the sharp memory of her own leg’s ache when she didn’t have a wound.

She was feeling Sarah’s pain. That never happened before. At least, not to her. She didn’t know whether to tell Sarah about it or… pretend like it didn’t happen. Pretend their connection wasn’t strong.

“Oi. You gonna look at my leg or what, keep starin’?”

Sarah sounded mad, but it did distract her from her thoughts about their connection.

“Does something else hurt?” Cosima asked her as she gently wrapped her leg in a bandage.

“What?”

Cosima blushed. She had felt Sarah’s other pain. It was more than just a knife to the leg. It was something more, something lingering.

“I mean, your fight with Rachel. Did anything else happen?”

Sarah raised an eyebrow and shook her head. “Cos, we gotta go.”

Cosima ignored her and pulled out the cure from the refrigerator. “I have the cure. Rachel didn’t get all of it.”

“You’re meant to put that in your uterus?” Sarah asked her, terrified of the large instrument and what would happen if Cosima used it incorrectly.

“I was kind of hoping you would, actually.”

Cosima expected Sarah’s reaction, but she wished that it would change. That the clone would be more willing to help, more willing to forgive.

“No, no way. You and I are gonna find Charlotte and we’re going to get you somewhere safe. They can treat you there. Who cares if the founder of Neolution is still alive?”

“I do.” She wanted to sound stronger, more convincing, but she just sounded unsure. Afraid. Because what she really wanted to say was: I don’t care. Not with you here.

Sarah snorted as if that was preposterous. “You’re crazy, Cosima. We need to go.”

Tears bubbled up in Cosima’s eyes. Sarah wanted her to leave with her. She came all the way here for her (something she wasn’t sure even Delphine would do) and… Cosima knew she couldn’t go.

“No, I can’t.”  I want to go with you.

“What are you talkin’ about?” Sarah said and looked at Cosima like there was something wrong with her.

“Look, think about it, Sarah. Whatever this place is, it’s the answer.” I can’t just leave, but I want to run away with you.

Sarah was mad when Cosima questioned her about wanting the cure as much as the others, but that was nowhere close to this. She could see the fire in her eyes and her clenched fists. She wanted to fight someone.

“I don’t give a shit. I came all this way—Rachel tried to kill me. You’re going to come home with me.”

It wasn’t a question, it was an order. Cosima was terrified to refuse, terrified to let Sarah down. But she knew she had to.

“No, you need to go back and take care of Kira and Siobhan, and I need to stay here for us. We’ll never be free if I just leave now.” I have to end this for us. For you and me and our family. And then I’ll be home and we can be…

“Fuck you, Cos. You can’t stay here. This place, it’s full of monsters, can’t ya feel it?”

Cosima stared at her with wonder and nodded. “I do. Delphine and I are looking into it. But it’s the only way. Shit, I hear people coming. You have to go now.”

She practically pushed Sarah out the door, hating herself for it. She didn’t want her to go. She wanted to leave and never come back to this godforsaken island. But she was stuck here to get answers. For the greater good.

She led her to the woods as they heard people shouting about finding her. Sarah just looked shaky, scared.

“I can’t.  I don’t wanna leave you, Cos. I came here for you, I need you.”

And then Cosima did something that she would probably regret for the rest of her life. It was stupid, but she did it anyway. She knew it would be the only thing that could settle Sarah (and herself) down.

She kissed Sarah. Not softly, but not with any force, either. It was a kind of kiss that usually happens weeks into a relationship. The kind of everyday kiss, a reminder of appreciation and admiration and adoration.

Cosima expected Sarah to look horrified about what she had done, but instead, Sarah looked determined.

“I’ll go, Cos. ‘Cause I know you’ll come home to me. Okay, you have to. For me at the very least. You’re gonna save us all and come home. Yeah?”

Cosima nodded, speechless. Sarah’s words were all that she needed to hear. She felt invincible, ready to fight. This was her war, now, and she was going to win it for Sarah.

She didn’t want to say goodbye and it was obvious that Sarah didn’t want to either. So they didn’t. They stared into each other’s eyes until they couldn't. Until Sarah turned her back and started to run. Until Cosima headed back to the camp. Until they couldn’t hear each other’s scared footsteps any longer.

[myheroaizawashota]

[we love a good take two moment for aizawa x reader where this time its the readers turn for a wisdom tooth removal! I think this will be incredible whole some and adorable and maybe even a bit to much for Shouta to handle on his own! Hahah]

“She’ll be fine, it’s just an in and out little procedure. Well give her a little local anesthetic through an IV, numb her up a bit and she’ll be out of here in two hours, no problems”

That was two and a half hours ago. Worry now settling into his chest, Aizawa gave a ragged sigh, eyes lazily casting towards the door that seperated the pristine white dental rooms from the small crowded waiting area, cluster with toys and out dated magazines. What was taking so long? While the rationality of his brain worked to synthesize logical explanations for the increase in procedure time, his heart worked viciously against his mind turning his reason into worry. While his brain knew nothing was wrong, his heart was still relieved when the nurse popped her head through the divider, her eyes still casted down on her clip board. “Mr . Aizawa? Your wife is all done.”

Giving a hum he stood to his feet, gathering your belongings into his arms arms before approaching the half opened door, slithering himself inside as he followed the dental assistant. She gave him a painted smile, her voice a soft whisper as she opened the door to the room that kept you prisoner. “So shes going to be a little out of it for a bit. The procedure went well, but we did run into a minor complication. Nothing bad! It just seemed during the procedure you’re wife was just a bit giggly from her anesthesia.“

Your lovers eyes rolled over your currently unconscious body, a brow raising as he moved to brush his lanky fingers through your hair. Pulling your hair back from your eyes, he tucked it behind your ears his voice a low mumble “giggly? I’m not surprised. That sounds exactly like the kind of thing I’d expect from her. Other than that, i assume everything else went fine?” He asked, the corners of his lips pulling up gently. It was a subtle smile but it was present none the less. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought thst you would put him through all the worry in the world, just because you couldn’t stop laughing.

The hygienist gave a hum and flipped through the chart in her hands, thoroughly making sure she didn’t miss any information. “Other than her laughter slowing the procedure down just a bit, everything else seemed to go as the doctor would have hoped, she was an a model patient” she grinned setting the clip board down. “Now the anesthetic may take a little longer than usual to wear off. Because she was so giggly we did have to give her a little more sedation. She’ll probably be pretty loopy for the rest of the night as well as in a bit of discomfort, try to keep her relaxed for the night.”

Giving a firm and understanding nod, your husband let his fingers gently move to your shoulder, he applying a bit of force as he shook your body slightly. Your body started to come back to life as your eyes began to flutter open, your lips struggling to pull their way into a grin, the novicane seeming to hold them numbly in place. You were happy to see that the first face you saw was your husbands. Most people didn’t share the same feelings of joy and excitement when they looked into those tired and uncaring eyes of his, but to you there was no better sight. Struggling to control your body, your limbs feeling as if each one of them weight about sixty pounds, you barely made your way to your feet. Had the pro hero not been as stealthy and swift as he was, your face would have been met with the cold disgusting linoleum of the dentist floor. “Be careful please, we’ve spent all morning at the dentist, I’m not entirely keen on spending the rest of the day in emergency services if you crack your head open.” He sighed, his arms effortlessly moving to guide your body into his side, he guiding you forward and out of the room.

You couldn’t help but giggle, you snorting every so often as you did. You couldn’t help but smile through the numbness, the sensation making you all but laugh more. “Why did you have other things in mind for us when we get home, lover boy!” you all but attempted to seductively slur out. The minor dribble of blood mixed with saliva that slithered down your chin also seemed to deter your husbands arousal, he shaking his head in response. As you stood gawking at your lover with a set of sultry eyes, your legs began to wobble, all of your body weight crumbling against the unsuspecting hero.

Thinking fast, he steadied his body and held his arms out, catching your numbed body with a grunt. Lord help him, he could tell you were going to be a handful tonight. The hygienist gave a soft laugh of her own watching as your husband effortlessly scooped you up bridal style, he responding to her with a set of eyes that were far from amused. “You said she’ll be like this all night?”

The nursing assistant nodded her head causing you to laugh, though in honesty laughing seemed to be the only thing you could do. Head collapsing under its own weight, you let your temple knock a bit roughly into the others chest as your heavy eyelids began to close once more. What was he going to do with you. While he was expecting you to come back needing a bit of assistance, he wasn’t expecting you to come back stoned out of your mind. Carrying you out of the office, he sighed and settled your body into the car. Glancing in your direction as his ears heard your failed “psssts”, they coming out more spit than whispers, his brow rose as he hummed in response to your attempt to capture his attention, “what?”

You couldn’t help but snicker, shoulders swaying side to side as you built up your momentum, throwing your body closer to his, the top of your head now moving to brush against his shoulder. “You’re really cute...” you giggled “when we get home, I’m gonna suck your-“

“NO. There is absolutely no way that is what’s happening when we get home. I shouldn’t have to point out the obvious, but you’ve just had oral surgery. While I’m not a dentist I don’t think oral sex is the best idea when it comes to after care. Not to mention the fact you can’t even hold your own body up.”

Even with your mind as clouded as it was, you could still hear the flustered tone of his voice and see the hints of pink that spread across his typically grey cheeks. Giggling you let your face hide in his shoulder, before pressing a sloppy kiss to others shirt. Settling yourself back into the passenger seat you could feel you’re body growing heavy as your eyes began to shut. It wasn’t long until you were left unconscious again, Shouta sighing in relief. He didn’t anticipate things this bad, tonight was going to test his patience.

-

When you’re eyes had finally managed to pry themselves open you were home, laying alone in your bed. Displeased by this, you attempted to roll your way to your feet admittedly falling out of the bed with a thud. You couldn’t help but snort and laugh, your body far to numb to even care you hit the ground. Through your laughter you desperately tried to make your way to your feet, but sadly the closest you got was sitting up against the bed...and even that was short lived as you soon fell back to your side with uncontrollable giggles.

Concerned with all the ruccus, the door to your bedroom popped open, a very annoyed Aizawa standing in your presence. You couldn’t help but grin up at him, body shaking as you pressed your lips together in an attempt to hold back your laughter “i fell out of the bed...” you snorted out, the laughter bursting past your lips like water bursting from a pipe. “I fell out of the beeeeeeed”

Pressing his fingers roughly into his temples, Shouta let out a very exasperated sigh, he moving to gather you from the floor “why did you try to leave the bed?”

Fighting against him as he worked to place you back on to the mattress, you gave a grunt, wiggling around in his arms. Your body floundered as you tried to hold your grounds, head shaking as you tried to push away from your lovers arms “cause I want to come out in the living room and sit with you duuuuh! I missed you’re cute handsome face and i love you so muuuuuch”

He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the edges of his mouth. While he was happy to know you loved him, he’d preferred if you stayed in bed. When you’re struggle became more persistent, you absolutely refusing to rest any longer, your far to tired lover gave in and allowed you to sit out in the living quarter with him. He followed behind you cautiously as you bumped your way across every wall and corner on your way, “you’re going to be the death of both of us tonight.” He huffed, watching as in an instance you darted your way towards the couch, arms pulled far behind your back as you leant yourself forward.

Wrapping his scarf around your body, he gently yanked you into his hold, pressing your back against his front. A shiver ran down your spine as you felt the others lips press a kiss to the top of your ear, his warm breath beating against your ear as he whispered, “You’re driving me crazy tonight. I love you but if you do not sit on this couch and relax QUIETLY I’m going to loose my patience.”

A pout played on your lips, you wriggling to turn around as your eyes threatening to spill with tears. “Are you mad at me baby...”

He couldn’t take the sad look you responded with, he closing his eyes as he took in a deep breath releasing you from his capture weapons hold. It wasn’t fair for him to snap at you, it’s not like any of your behavior was intentional. Letting his lips press to your temple he gently lead you to the couch, sitting himself down before helping to lower your body carefully on to his own. “No I’m not mad at you, i just wish you would take it easy. I don’t want to see you hurt yourself. You’re not thinking rationally, I’m just...worried about you.”

Wiping your hand across your mouth to collect the drool that seeped past the corners, you sniffled and rested your head against his chest. It brought your mind back to reality, just for a second. You snuggled your way closer to him as your lips pressed to the underside of his chin. “Can we watch a movie?”

At ease with your much more relaxed behavior, the typically uninterested and detached lover of yours leant in and pressed a small kiss at the edges of your lips, humming in response. “One movie.”

Content with this, you reached your arms out for the remote, your fingers struggling to grip the object as you scrolled through the movies you two had available to watch. It didn’t take you long to find something you wanted to watch, the two of you deciding a Disney movie would do. Well you decided this, Shouta wasn’t a fan of musicals or animated movies, but for you he’d suffer through it. Though, not even the big bad erasure hero himself could deny he didn’t thoroughly enjoy watching the movie with you, even if through out the entirety of the movie all you did was sing terribly off key with every song that came on. It was all fun and games until you began to attempt danciny along with some scenes. It was when you nearly broke the coffee table, you were back to being restrained on your husbands lap. It was a tiring and trying two hours for the both of you, but by the time the movie had ended you had managed to burn off all the energy that was left in your system. Still humming some of the songs from the movie well after it had ended, your eyes closed, body curling in on itself as you tucked away in the others side. Happy to see you’ve finally calmed down, he brushed a hand over your head and pressed a loving kiss against your forehead. “Let’s change the gauze in your mouth and then go to bed.”

Body now to tired and weak to fight him, you gave a single nod of agreement, glad when the other decided to lift your body instead of making you walk. Moving to curl your arms around his neck, you gave a yawn and nuzzled your nose against his jaw. “Shouta?....”

Without looking down, your husband answered with a tired yawn of his own. “Yes?”

Smiling at the soft tone in his voice, driven by his desire to sleep, you kissed his cheek before letting your body lay limply in his arms. “I love you....I know you’ll disgareee but I think you’re the best husband in the world and I’m so glad you love me back enough to put up with my crazy dumb stupid-“

Shaking his head he gently pressed his mouth to yours, stopping your ramble right there. “You’re not crazy,dumb, stupid, or any of the other remaining bad things you had to say about yourself. You do sometimes test my patience, but I love it. I love you too.”

Content to hear his words you let your body melt in his arms. You managed to push eyes open just long enough for him to care for the bandages in your mouth before the two of you made your way to bed. It wasn’t long after your body had hit the mattress that you fell asleep right against the others body. He waited himself a few moments longer to make sure you were truly passed out before falling asleep himself. He loved you, and while today was a trying test of his patience, he’d gladly do it again if you needed him to. You were right, he didn’t believe what you’d said about him being the best husband, but he was happy knowing you thought of him that way.

[onewfantaesy]

okay but like au where jinki is a dentist and taemin is like this tough popular kid and everything and he comes in this one bc maybe he’s hurt or needs something done and he’s scared highkey and is very vulnerable and jinki calms him down and everything then hes like thank god i never have to see him again but turns out that he’s the son of the guy his mom is gonna marry so now he’s stuck with that as a step brother but also his parents don’t give a shit about him so jinki comes to the rescue

So teamin is this 14 year old Cool Kid, but one day he totally face plants while riding his skateboard and he cracks one of his front bottom teeth. His mother is pissed. His normal dentist is on vacation, but he left a recommended colleague in case of emergencies.

This leads to taemin, resident Cool Kid, squirming in a dentist chair with a paper bib fastened around his neck and his hands clenching into fists at his side while Dr. Jinki prepares to fix his poor broken little tooth.

“Are you really a doctor?” Taemin accuses. “This office is really small, ya know. Are you licensed?”

“I promise you I graduated from dental school,” Jinki tells him. He’s seen his fair share of kids who are afraid of the dentist, especially when he has to do something this extensive, so he sort of understands the kid’s trepidation.

“You know, I think my tooth is fine,” Taemin says, his voice going high. “Doesn’t even hurt. I’ll be fine. I’ll go now-“

“Oh no you don’t,” Jinki says quickly, holding onto Taemin’s arm. “You will be just fine, I promise. You won’t feel a thing after we numb your mouth.”

“I’d rather keep my tooth fucked up, thank you.”

“Do you know what will happen if we don’t remove the root from your tooth?” Jinki asks in a calm voice. “It will rot. And it will start to smell. And it could get infected. And then you will be in so much more pain than you will be for the three seconds it will take to numb your mouth.”

“How do you know it’s gonna rot?” Taemin asks in a very high, very scared voice. “It’s fine!”

“It’s exposed because you broke your tooth,” Jinki says softly. “I need to remove the root and then give you a cap. Everything will be fine.”

It ended with a one of the dental hygienists having to hold taemin down while Jinki numbed his mouth.

“This is abuse!”

“If you don’t hold still, it will be way worse than it has to be,” Jinki told him. Then he turned to one of the others, “Where is his mother?”

“She wasn’t in the waiting room.”

Jinki sighs, and after a few minutes of taemin struggling, he finally calms down enough for Jinki to do his job. That didn’t mean taemin didn’t look completely terrified the entire time it was happening. Jinki did feel kind of bad for the kid, but he was very glad when the whole thing was over.

Jinki also notes that when taemin is all done and he’s got a brand new cap on his front bottom tooth, the boy just goes and sits in the waiting room. Jinki had wanted to speak with his mother about everything, tell her how it went, but it looked like she wasn’t even there.

“Hey,” he asks softly, going to sit next to taemin. “Where’s your mom?”

“Lunch with her stupid boyfriend,” Taemin mumbled, not looking at him. “Said she’d pick me up at 3.”

It was 2:30. His office was now responsible for this kid for another thirty minutes. Lovely.

When the kid’s mom did finally show up at 3:30 to pick taemin up, she insisted she couldn’t stay to talk and that they needed to leave immediately. Jinki felt awful for this kid, but there was nothing he could really do about it. Besides, there wasn’t anything else wrong with Taemin’s tooth, and beside the extreme fear of the dentist, nothing was out of the ordinary for the procedure.

Jinki thought he was done with the kid until three months later when he met his dad’s girlfriend and kid for the first time. A month before they’re supposedly getting married.

And taemin is there looking just about as miserable as he did when he was sitting in the chair at Jinki’s office. What a shit show.

Taemin’s mother didn’t remember him in the slightest. Taemin, however, narrowed his eyes and called him, “the evil dentist,” so he’s pretty sure the kid remembered him.

While taemin stays with him a month later because their parents are on their honeymoon, he finds out the source of Taemin’s dentist fear.

“When I was six, I had five teeth pulled,” Taemin tells him while he sits curled up in the couch. Jinki has questioned him, asked him what his problem was with dentists, and it was actually worse than what Jinki thought was just an irrational fear. “There was absolutely nothing wrong them. He said it was fine because they were gonna fall out anyway - they were baby teeth. Two of them were my front two teeth. Not only did it hurt like a bitch, but for FOUR MONTHS I was the weirdo kid who was missing his front teeth WHEN THEY HADNT EVEN BEEN WIGGLY. And I didn’t even get to keep them to put under my pillow for the tooth fairy. And then I found out the tooth fairy wasn’t real.”

“Why on earth did he pull your teeth out?” Jinki asks.

“Because he was a crazy psycho,” Taemin spits. “And he was dating my mom so she didn’t even do anything about it.”

Taemin huffs and buries the bottom half of his face in his knees and mumbles, “and it really hurt.”

So Jinki just does everything he can to help taemin feel comfortable and not be afraid of him or dentists in general. From what he’s gathered, Taemin’s childhood hasn’t exactly been fun, and he feels really bad about it.

[bigskydreaming]

Btw, for those who’ve been asking, just a quick update on the jaw sitch:

I had that last appointment on Thursday and it went really, even surprisingly well? Like, better news than even she’d hoped for. We were crossing our fingers that the last CT scan (the one to map exact dimensions we’d need the prosthetic to be) would match up with a premade prosthetic so we wouldn’t have to wait to order a custom made and could jump straight to trying to expedite the surgery. 

Turns out I don’t actually need a prosthetic at all. The top of my jawbone, the condyle, which everyone thought was completely destroyed from all the previous scans and was part of what had to be replaced, its actually still there and largely intact. It wasn’t snapped off or eroded away like they’d been thinking, it actually just got bent enough at the top of it that somehow it slipped and got shoved up....underneath my skull, or behind my skull, I’m honestly not sure what the right word is to describe it, because of the angles/dimensions involved. The reason they could only see it with this last scan and not any of the others is this last scan like....looked through the back of my skull essentially, and showed the inside curvature of the side of the skull that’s where all the Drama is. And that’s where they saw, oh hey, he’s still got an intact condyle, its just been stuck inside/under/behind his skull this whole time instead of resting in the joint where its supposed to be and allowing for proper opening and closing. And as it got worse and worse this past year and a half, it wasn’t because I was constantly grinding down on what was left of the bone and wearing it more and more away....it was that it was actually constantly shoving up more inside my skull, day by day. So, still not fun, just a different kind of suck than they thought, lol.

I’m actually a little bit miffed by the reveal, not gonna lie, because like....it literally is EXACTLY what I’d been saying it felt like the problem was to me. For a year and a half. From the very start. From the very first time I went to the ER after it first snapped or slipped out of place or whateverthefuck, the very first doctor I met with, I literally described it as feeling like my jawbone got stuck up under or behind my skull and couldnt get loose or descend properly. And they were like nah, that’s not a thing, must be TMJ. And literally every other doctor I went to since then (including this one), I told each and every one of them the same exact thing but noooooooooo, why listen to the dude whose body it literally is lol why would he know what it feels like is the problem. Lmao. Ah well. Doesn’t change anything at this point and not worth souring my relationship with this doctor since at least she’s getting results for me and is easy enough to work with and way better than that other one I was going to before. But still. Annoying. It gives me no pleasure to be like ‘ugh I was right, I told you all’ because like, lol I don’t need the fucking ego boost, I would have much rather taken the ‘get started fixing all this a year earlier than it took to find the solution and thus spare myself a lot of time, money, aggravation and oh yeah pain’ option. BUT OH WELL.

Anyway. So this changes things a little but not a done. The general course of treatment is still the same. They still have to do the exact same surgery, only now instead of opening me up and putting in a new prosthetic joint, they’ll open me up, cut off the bottom part of my jaw so that they can then basically dig out the upper part from where its stuck behind/under/inside my skull, do something *mutters vague medical-ese in place of the details I glazed over here and didn’t totally catch look I am still very sleep deprived all the time*, then manually reset the condyle/top of the jawbone in the joint they restore via the vague medical-ese mumble mumble stuff, manually realign the whole rest of my lower jaw and then screw the bottom and top pieces of jawbone back together with like a plate or something. 

But now at least we don’t have to wait for a prosthetic, or pay for one, so that’s at least a couple thousand dollars cheaper though the rest of the surgery is still the same as before,like 20K out of pocket or thereabouts. And its always better when they can use/salvage your natural body instead of having to use prosthetics or insert foreign material - theoretically, this means I should heal faster, regain more or fuller function of my whole jaw, and there’s less risk of nerve damage since all the muscles and everything are still attached to the jaw and just unable to do their job because its literally just stuck, but again its always better if like, they don’t have to try and reattach or reintegrate muscles and all that around a brand new piece of bone or prosthetic that they place in there for the first time.

So its literally just a waiting game now? She sent off her updated notes and case file to my insurance company now to try and expedite getting a greenlight on the surgery. It only takes two weeks to book the surgery and get into an OR somewhere, and the only thing we’re waiting for now is payment, basically. As soon as I can afford the surgery, we can schedule it, and two weeks later, bam. So fingers crossed that my insurance company will approve it - she feels pretty confident they will, because she thinks she’s made more than enough argument and provided plenty of documentation to prove its an absolute medical necessity (hahahahaha just let them try and argue w/me about that, I WILL DEVOUR THEIR ENTIRE SOULS, MY JAW IS 90% UNHINGED ALREADY, IT’LL BE EASY).

So mostly its just a matter of how long it takes to get an answer from them, and if they’ll approve the whole thing or only part of it, and if the latter, how long it’ll take me to raise the rest. She said give it a week before I start calling the insurance company directly myself, to nag them, lol. But that her best guess is it’ll probably be around three weeks or so to hear back, for something like this.

So, fingers crossed that I get a quick answer and a good one in terms of paying at least most of the surgery. And then....blessed scalpel and morphine drip. *weeps in I Have Never Been So Excited To Be Cut Open On A Table Like A Fish, Seriously, What A Weird Thing To Have Be Like Christmas and My Birthday and Some Other Random Assortments of Holidays Used As An Excuse for Gift-Giving*

She’s planning on doing the surgery on a Saturday as its usually easier to book an OR on the weekend, and the surgery itself should only take a day and I shouldn’t need to stay overnight after all. BUT I still need to figure out finding some way to stay with someone for the ten days after the surgery though, which - no idea how to go about that just yet lol, working on it. But my jaw’ll have to be wired shut for the ten days post surgery, liquid diet only, so she was like “LOL yeah no, you should definitely not count on being able to talk for the first couple weeks of recovery. Or stand up really. Or like, get out of bed at all pretty much. As much as it sucks right now, its gonna suck even more then, you will definitely hate everything and it’ll hurt even more before it gets better, BUT then it’ll actually get better. Finally.” Like, I’m paraphrasing, but that was my takeaway, lol. Yay. Things to look forward, much excitement, can’t wait.

Nah but like, I will literally put up with anything at this point in order for it to be over, and after that, I shouldn’t need more than a month or two of physical therapy before I have full function of my jaw back. But she thinks it’ll be if not quite as good as new, at least close enough for there not to be much difference. She said she sees no reason for there to be any lingering or residual pain or nerve issues or vertigo once my recovery period is over, and my face should look pretty much the same as it did before all this started then. Said there’s a slight possibility, depending on certain things with how the surgery goes, that my chin might end up a little more recessed than it had been originally, but not enough that it’d be especially noticeable - if anything, it probably would only show as different from before when looked at in profile, from a side view. 

LOL, she was like, there is an additional procedure I can do right then and there while we already have you under, that’ll bring your chin forward and compensate for any differences there and its easiest to do it right at the same time as everything else. But that’s essentially just a cosmetic procedure, so your insurance likely wouldn’t pay for that. And I was like okay, well just so I know, how much is that procedure? And she’s like, oh, 8K. And I was all HAHAHAHAHAHA, doc, you funny. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m vain and shallow, but I’m cheaper and broker than I am vain and shallow, so that’s gonna be a hard pass from me. I’ll stick to just overcompensating with my wit and dazzling personality, mmkay.

LOL. Anyway, so that’s where things stand right now, just....waiting. And hoping. And crossing fingers. And trying not to fall into my usual trap of assuming this slight uptick of good or positive news means IMPENDING DOOM elsewhere. Like, there is still a slight risk of nerve damage with the surgery itself, not the potential for full face paralysis that the other doc was saying might happen, she’s not worried about that at all, but she did warn that in like 10-20% of cases with this surgery, there’s a chance of nicking a sensory nerve that means like, ending up with your face numb around the chin and above and around your mouth, where you basically can’t feel much in those areas. Sometimes that lasts for a month or two, and occasionally there are some people who never regain sensation there, but she stressed that its not a huge risk, again only 10-20% of the time, but she did want to make sure I was aware. Course, my cynical ass is like OKAY BUT YOU UNDERESTIMATE HOW MUCH THE UNIVERSE LIKES TO MAKE EVERYTHING IN MY LIFE LINE UP WITH EXTREMELY LONG ODDS AND UNLIKELY POSSIBILITIES, WHY WOULD YOU TEMPT FATE WITH A DIRECT CHALLENGE LIKE THAT, DO YOU HATE ME, DO YOU WANT ME TO DIE????

LOL. Look I’m a Melodramatic Melvin, this is canon. And in the immortal words of Ugh Stiles, I’m almost to the point of no longer being able to ‘milk this anymore’ so I gotta cram my last good angsts in while I still can, y’know? Nah, but srsly, I’m gonna try and not stress about that too much because she said there’s literally nothing I or she can do to minimize that risk, it just is what it is, and the one thing I do know is that my body/brain tends to be highly suggestible and psychosomatism tends to play a huge role in my health and how well or quickly or thoroughly I bounce back from stuff. So. Trying to do the whole positive thoughts, eyes on the prize, Speak Only Good Stuff Into Existence until I’m out the other side. Like, take it for granted that the odds aren’t gonna fuck me this time so I don’t end up accidentally stressing myself into the perfect position for my body to be like Screw You Baby, One More Time.

I mean, we’ll see how well that goes, lol, but you know. Goals.

[gdiwes]

Food Soul OC Bio: Minestrone Soup

It’s another long one haha Gonna just keep them separate from the Food Soul images from now one anyway. 

Mild TW for body horror/mutilation, so take caution reading!!

Prologue: You’ll Be An Experiment

When I was summoned, it was in a cold dark room. Through my clothing I could feel the chill. My bones hurt even though I hadn’t even moved. At the time I didn’t have a word for it, but now I can relate the chill to frostbite. 

A woman greeted me as I came to from my long slumber. The first words from her mouth I processed were, “you as a Food Soul shall be my test subject. Now, shall we start the experiment?” 

Every day with that woman was hell. The schedule my body adjusted to was torturous: I would wake up alone and drag myself through the chilly halls to her laboratory. She would greet me cheerfully and always offer coffee, despite me not needing food or drink. Then I would resign myself to her experiments. Weather she was injecting me with some strange serum or cutting into my body and watching me heal slower and slower each time I could never guess that day. I was privy to the whims of her imagination. 

Before I knew it, my skin was littered with scars and cuts. According to the records from the Academy, Food Souls couldn't be “hurt” by human weapons. They could wound us, but we would always heal. I guess whatever she injected me with weakened me enough to be permanently scared by a weapon that wasn’t a Fallen Angel, or another Food Soul. 

Sometimes she would put me into some strange mask and I would pass out. When I woke up, some part of my body would be sore and my skin would be a different texture and color. I always instantly knew that it wasn’t mine, and the energy that infected my body made me realize the parts were from Fallen Angels. 

Ah, what a horrible feeling. 

Although, the dreams I had while I was asleep, of a white-haired woman standing over me and smiling… I didn’t know what they were but with every procedure I allowed myself to sink a little deeper into each fantasy, hoping to never wake up. 

Chapter 1: Minus One 

My first mission. I was already sluggish from the treatments and serums injected into my body earlier that day. I felt as though I had a fever and a terrible cold at the same time, and pushing myself to move was putting a strain on my body I’d never felt before. 

There were four other Food Souls and their Master Attendants with me. All of them were from the Academy. We were supposed to fight a powerful Fallen Angel today and defeat it, but I could already tell it would be my last fight. One of my comrades leaned close to me. 

“Will you be okay to fight?” 

“My Master says so, so I must be,” I answered, but I don’t think I made any sense.

As we arrived to a clearing outside of a cave, my legs gave out from under me. The Food Soul who spoke to me earlier was quick to catch me, but before we could interact more a massive red beast dove out of the cave. She grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the way. As we got into formation, adrenaline started flooding through me which knocked the sluggishness right out of my body, at least enough that I could stand on my own. I drew my daggers to prepare for a long fight. 

The beast was powerful, pushing us to our limits and then past that. I watched one of our companions be brutally cut down, vanishing into light before his body even hit the ground. All of us were scared, but we had to win. If we couldn’t kill it, we had to beat it back. But was it really possible with just the five of us? 

“Soup, watch out!!” 

While I was lost in thought I didn’t notice the beast swing at me. My still-sore body couldn’t move fast enough and I only managed to get far enough out of the way to save my vitals in the core of my body. 

Sharp claws sliced through my side. I didn’t precisely know where I was feeling pain from, but all I knew is that I couldn’t breathe and I couldn’t feel part of my arm. Thrown to the floor where I lay face down choking on my own blood, I wished that I would die. 

As I blacked out, I saw the woman with white hair again. This time her face was clear as she reached out to me. She was crying. 

Chapter 2: Pulte

One day, the Master returned from the academy with a new Food Soul at her side. He was taller than me, with pale skin and hair, and a pleasant smile on his face. On instinct I turned slightly to hide my right side—my missing arm, my damaged leg, the strange half of my face and neck reconstructed with parts Fallen Angels.

I could only stand there in mixed shock and rage as the Master danced around me. How could she bring back another Soul to experiment on? Wasn’t my suffering enough for her? 

“Oh, put on a smile and introduce yourself! Don’t be such a stranger.” 

“I’m Minestrone Soup,” I croaked out tightly. It was the best I could do with my damaged vocal chords. She knew that, and yet... 

“My name is Pulte! I look forward to working with you in the future, Minestrone!” 

He offered his hand forward and gave me a warm smile. I had been having the dreams of that white haired woman more frequently, and the way he looked at me, with his silver hair, he looked so similar. I hesitantly offered my hand to him for a shake. 

I quickly found out he worked closely with the Master. He was a magic-type Soul and was useful to her, and though a part of me wanted to be jealous a larger part of me was relieved he wouldn’t suffer what I had. Although the Master still roused me every morning for tests, she performed less and less each day. 

Soon she only called me in once or twice a week. She pushed Pulte away also, giving us time to come to know each other. We often spent our time in the study or the Academy’s library if our Master was spending the day there practicing writing, and although we didn’t have cells near each other Pulte would risk sneaking out to come speak with me at night. It was tough to speak to him with how my throat was, but he was patient with me taking my time to write. 

The woman in my dreams was slowly being replace with my new friend’s face. But... I was also beginning to have the sweet dreams less and less. 

He approached me in the garden one day. He offered me his usual soft expression, but he seemed to be hiding from me. As he sat down, I gently turned him so we were face to face. 

On his right cheek was a cut just under his eye, a dark bruise blooming around it. His face was swollen and he seemed to be in a rush to turn away. I let him. 

“She hit you...” 

“It was my fault really, if I hadn’t written down the incorrect calculations—“ 

I was moving and speaking before I could really process my own actions. I hugged him as tightly as I could with my one good arm as I whispered my promise to him. 

“I’ll get you out of here. I don’t know how yet but I’ll find a way. I swear it to you.”

Chapter 3: Loss Again

The next morning I was called into the Master’s office. Pulte was with her, looking more downcast than I’d ever seen him, but before I could greet them she’d already dragged me onto an operating table and latched a mask around my face. Instinctively I wanted to struggle but the gas filling my lungs was already making me black out. As my vision faded so did my sense of feeling, except for one thing. 

Pain. It was muted, but stemming from my right side all over my body I hurt. It was merely a flash but it was unlike any procedure I’d experienced before. Instead of waking up sore and feeling nothing i was experiencing the soreness set in in real time. I think I cried out in my sleep for the white-haired woman, or maybe I called out for Pulte. Either way, when I awoke I was aware something was wrong with me. 

I wriggled my fingers. My right side... 

Pulte was crying next to me. When he saw I was awake he rushed to stop me from sitting up so I wouldn’t strain myself.

“What happened?” I asked him. “What did that woman do to me?” 

“I’m sorry,” he sobbed, holding my face with timid, shaking hands. “I’m so, so sorry.” 

He helped her because he was afraid. I couldn’t fault Pulte for that. But I recognized my new arm. It was from the devouring beast that had mutilated my body before. I couldn’t care less about why it was so small now, i just knew that it would be powerful enough to help us escape. 

As I was exploring the fence set up around the Master’s garden looking for a place that I could cut through, something hard hit my head from behind. Still tired from the experiment, I was helpless as I was dragged back to the labs and strapped down again. Pulte was lying limp on a table next to me. His eyes were open as though he was dead, but he wasn’t so lifelessly pale, and he was still breathing. 

I interrupted the Master. “What are you going to do to him? Release him! He’s done nothing wrong!” 

She merely laughed at me and slipped the mask on. 

This time I don’t think she gave me anything to knock me out. I started to feel numb after about an hour on the table—she couldn’t kill me but I wish she had. I was numbly aware of her walking back and forth between Pulte and I but I couldn’t figure out what she was doing to him. I just hoped he would be okay when I woke up. 

“Pulte-! Pulte-!!” 

I was screaming. My core hurt. I could feel two hearts beating in my chest. Different organs. Magic flowing through me. Pulte lay next to me, disintegrating into light. Half of his physical body had died. And the other half... 

It was part of me now. 

I weakly reached to him. This wasn’t what I wanted. I couldn’t protect him. I promised I’d get him to somewhere safe and yet— 

I was too far to grasp one of the last sparks of light.  

Epilogue: Minestrone Soup

There was once a woman who found science to be quite interesting. When she was given Food Souls of her own, she wondered what limits she could push that would change the nature of them forever. Every day she would perform tests and procedures, first to see what would harm them, and then what could reverse that damage. 

Neither of her Food Souls were obedient, and that frustrated her. She was told they would be completely obedient, so why did they defy her? Why did they seem to develop things like ‘anxiety,’ ‘rebellion,’ ‘fear’ and ‘love?’ They were supposed to be weapons, not human. 

Then one of the Souls tried to escape. She could no longer abide by this. She punished them mercilessly, combining one with the other. Her experiment seemed to be a success in every way, but before she could test it the Soul followed through with his plans and escaped. 

He ran and ran and ran as far as he could. Away from the Academy, away from his former Master… He used to have dreams of someone with white hair and it was all he could do to remember that person as he ran. 

For three days he didn’t stop. With an achingly sore body, he collapsed, blacking out instantly. When he awoke he wasn’t sure how long he’d been asleep, but he could hear voices around him and he knew he had to keep moving. The Academy must have found him—

“Cassata, he’s over here!” 

Three people emerged from the underbrush. Two were blondes, one boy and one girl, and the other was a man with red hair, a bandage over his eye and a leaf in his mouth. Instantly the fleeing Food Soul felt at ease, as these other three people were Food Souls just like him. 

“Well he’s certainly awake now,” the red-head said. 

“Then that’s good! We can definitely help him out now!” 

“Oh look!” the girl chimed. “He has rabbit ears, kind of like me!” 

“How cute~” the red-head smiled. Both hearts beating in unison, the Food Soul felt like he’d seen a soft smile like that before. 

A hand was offered to him by the blonde boy. “We’re running away too. Would you like to come with us?” 

The Food Soul took his hand. 

[bondedbrotherhood-blog]

Familiar tension

written by @MurhderBDB  @TenaciousDoctor and @SympathAssassin

Murh:  

Fuck this shit  *Jane was the first person to get my aggressive vibe and she was visibly cautious.  Not that I could blame her but my aggression was not aimed at her or anyone here.  It was aimed at those fucking lessers that kept coming at us on 10th.  It was as if they were crawling out of the walls and kept multiplying.  We all took a hit.  In some way or another.  I took a bullet to the abdomen and here I was.  Pissed the fuck off and Jane has to deal with it.  I felt a great deal of relief that she didn’t refer me to the human doc or send me to Havers’s.  But that didn’t change my mood.*

Stitch me up.  I want to go back out there and get those fuckers!

Jane:  *Every room in the medwing had one or two casualties in, and between Manny, myself and Ehlena we were working down the priority list as fast and effectively as we could.  Murh’s aggression added frustration to an already stressful night, and I wasn’t in the mood for his bullshit*

You’re not going anywhere.  Sit your ass down and keep quiet so I can do my work.  If you don’t cooperate, I will transfer you to Harvers’s clinic.  Are we clear?

*The response was a half hearted nod and I expected as much, but I was done being bullied by Murh and his anger issues.  The past few months between Murh and Manny screwed me up and I almost lost myself in the process.  Now that I was done dealing with the both of them, I was back on track to being myself.

I cleaned the wound and removed the bullet after anaesthetising the area.  One good thing about my vampire patients were that they handled pain very well.  After stitching up the wound, I turned and left the room to check in on Xhex who had come in earlier after a fight at the club turned nasty and Rehv insisted she gets checked out by us.

Walking into the room, I picked up Xhex’s chart and removed the pen from the pocket of my white coat*

How are we doing?  Wanna tell me what happened and where it hurts?

Xhex:  

Opening an eye looking around. Where the fuck am l? The events from the night before started to come back to me, I was outside the club when a disturbance had happened. Some humans had began fighting in the queue, they were getting impatient and decided to take their frustration out on each other. I had come outside to break it up when I felt a sharp pain in my lower back, I had been literally stabbed in the back. Fuck those fuckers were going to pay for this. I lost my concentration for a second letting my symphath side loose, feeding off their pain and abuse. A face abruptly came into view, Trez was shaking his head.

“Boss says you're going to the manse clinic where you can heal properly. He saw everything from his office”

Before I could protest Trez had bundled me into his car and had drove me up to the gargoyled monstrosity. Trez carried me to the clinic where the human female  doctor was waiting for our arrival. How I am going to kick Rehv’s ass for this, he knew full well how much I hated clinics. My anxiety rose, I thrashed against Trez till the female doctor and stuck a needle into my arm. It was lights out.

Waking in the bed in the clinic wondering on how long I had been here when the door opened. The human female doctor entered, she picked up the clipboard looking at what was written on it.

“How you feeling? Are you going to tell me what happened?”

I hated sharing, I wasn't going stay here for a second longer, I had business to sort out.

“No offense but I can heal quick. I need to be out of here”

Getting out of the bed, I stood up, my feet and legs baring my weight. Right bathroom, shower and dressed. I took one step forward and collapsed in a heap by the bed.

Murh:

*Jane treated me like another patient.  It pissed me off to be treated like I was nothing but a patient of hers.  I was more.  I demanded more.  But I kept my mouth shut because right now I was gonna blow my lid and fuck things up even more than I had before.  I bit down hard on my tongue tasting blood as Jane finished up and left the room.

I felt aggravated and pissed as hell.  Why the fuck did this female have this mind fucking dominance over me.  I wanted to let go with everything I fucking had in me but every time I heard her voice or saw her or even the mention of her name had me doing backflips.  FUCK.  

I listened as Jane opened the door of the room next to mine.  A sudden chill hit me and I wanted to stab something.  I had no fucking idea why I felt like this but it was a vigorous and nauceating feeling.  My stomach twisted and I fell back against the pillows.*

Jane:  *My green eyes flickered over Xhex, scanning for any visible injuries.  I didn’t get a chance to examine her while she was out cold because the med wing filled up so fast but Rehv wouldn’t have told Trez to bring her here if there wasn’t a reason.

As she spoke my eyes kept scanning for signs of discomfort.  She hid the pain well, but as she stood, her legs gave way causing me to lunge forward and grab hold of her.  On a scale of 1 to 10, I’d say she was a 10 at being stubborn.  And that put her into the normal category around here*

Easy there.  Let’s get you back on the bed and check you out, okay?

*I didn’t expect a response since Xhex would be pissed at her inability to just get up and walk out.  Using my shoulder I half created a crutch to get her back on the bed and once she was lying down, I started to examine her body.  She had a laceration on her back but other than that everything checked out*  

You’re gonna be just fine, but this laceration is deep and needs internal and external stitches.  I’m going to give you a local anesthetic to numb the general area.  You won’t feel a thing.

Xhex:

Fuck, fuck, fuck. This female will probably think I'm weak, I'm beyond weak but having to use her as a crutch was embarrassing, was a sign that I was not altogether healed up. This was fucking great.

The female doctor went on about having stitches, my body froze at the thought of needles and being prodded and poked, but the female was soothing, her voice gentle as she explained to me what she was going to do. Nodding my head slightly agreeing to this, if I wanted out I had to let her do her thing.

I tried to relax, I had to get out of my head. My body began to hum, the last time my body did this was when he was about. He couldn't be here, the last time I saw him was when he followed me up north to the Symphath colony, when he found out what I truly was. If only I had told him my true nature, if only I had stopped him from following me, if only…

The last I knew of him was on that ghost hunting program, he was the ghost at the B & B in Charleston, South Carolina. He was going by the name of Eliahu Rathboone. I had to admit that was such a shock to see that face stare out from the tv screen.

Murh:

*Staring at the ceiling I wasn’t sure if I was glad to be lying down or pissed off to be in here.  My skin was crawling with a strange sense and a familiar scent that lingered nearby, but I shut it off.  My mind refused to go there.  I wouldn’t even allow myself to think about that scent or who it belonged to.  It’s not like she was here anyway.  It was my mind playing tricks on me.  Yeah.  That was it.

Maybe Jane was right about my mental health but I didn’t give a fuck.  The only thing keeping me sane now was fighting and fucking.  And as soon as I was healed up enough I’d be out there finding and killer lessers and fucking everything that moves.

If Jane came back in here I could maybe persuade her to lose the clothes and hop up on the bed.  The thought of Jane naked and climbing on top of me to ride my cock had me rock hard.*

Jane:  *I sensed a shift in the air as soon as it happened, but I wasn’t sure what it was about.  The atmosphere changed so suddenly and drastically, I had to get up and go have a look to see if there was any evidence of something going down.  I opened the door and popped my head out to look left and right down the tunnels and listen for any commotion, but there was nothing going on.  Weird.

The door swung closed with a soft click as I headed back to Xhex and started prepping for the procedure.  Once she was lying on her stomach, I prepared the injection and took a seat on the rolling stool.  Her eyes followed my every move and her discomfort with needles was evident when I brought the syringe closer*

Tell me a bit more about yourself for medical reasons.  Is there anything in your past, health wise, that I should be aware of?

*The slight diversion worked and I numbed the area around the laceration as well as inside it before Xhex finished telling her story*

Xhex:   

Rolling onto my front for the female doctor to do her thing, but I stiffened as I saw the needle.

“There's nothing medically wrong with me. Hate needles from a past experience”

Shut the fuck up or she be asking more questions I told myself. Luckily she didn't ask any more after that, once the needle had pierced my flesh she got on with stitching my wound up.

When she was done the female doctor helped me onto my back, I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, but when I place my foot onto the floor I couldn't feel a thing.

“What have you done to me? I need out of here like now”

Panic rose inside of me, I tried not to show it on my face. I had to get out of here, away from him. I don't want to know what he would do if he found me here. Shout, yell, trying to kill me. In a way I don't blame him for what I did, but for now it would be safer for others that I bailed now.

“I need out of here NOW!!”

Murh:

*My blood turned cold. The combination of aggression and arousal fucked with my mind. My hand shot down to my cock and gripped tight.  Balls throbbing.  Head spinning.  Cock twitching.  Up. Down.  My hand moved and worked my cock at a slow pace.  Images flashed between blinks. Female after female.  Faces without names.  The numerous females I fucked over the years to get one female out of my mind.  Her face haunted me and I wanted her memory gone.  I wanted the memory of what I saw when I went to find her in that cologny gone.  

By the grace of sheer will the images stopped and I closed my eyes seeing nothing.  A blank canvas.  

My hand kept up the slow stroking.  My eyes stayed closed.  The blank canvas remained long enough to get my aggression under some control and bring my focus back to my arousal.  Release was my aim.  I couldn’t give a fuck about messing all over the sheets.

My hand started pumping faster.  The door opened but I didn’t need to look.  Her scent gave her away and made my cock perform as if it was part of a circus.  Twitch.  Throb. Tingle.

Jane:  *The internal and external stitching went over smoothly, but Xhex still looked tense.  After I dressed the wound, I turned to take my gloves off and place all the gauze and instruments in the stainless steel bowl.  Xhex’s panicked voice brought me whirling around*  

Wait!!  The anesthetic has to wear off first.

*I leaned in and helped Xhex back on to the bed to lie on her side*

I’m sorry if this is uncomfortable, but it won’t take too long and then you will be out of here.  I do recommend that you take two days off to rest and heal up.  

*My words weren’t registering with Xhex.  She was too tense to listen to me, which caused me to change tactic*

Let me go check on the patient next door and when I return, I will take you up to one of the rooms and you can sleep there for a few hours.  I can’t discharge you if you don’t cooperate, and this way you won’t need to be around all the medical things.

*That got her attention and a nod confirmed her intention of a least listening for now.  I gave her a warm smile and turned to go back to Murh’s room, only to find…  Omg…*  Murh, what are you doing?

Xhex:   

The female doctor reassured me that she would have me put into another room. Anything to be away from this room with the medical equipment and of the scent of him.

“I’ll stay till I walk again, I cannot promise for the two days off. I'm needed at the…. Well let's say I'm good at my job”

I heard the doctor go next door where I heard her gasp in astonishment or was it in disgust? Had to be in disgust.

A nurse came in, helping me to the room above the medical ward, I hated being this useless, hated having to be dependent on another. Soon I was settled into the new room. As soon as the anesthetic wore off I was out of here. Another thing I was glad of was there wasn't the scent of him, I was sure I had smelt his scent, I had convinced myself but why now was my mind throwing this spanner at me.

Murh:  

*My hand slid up and down my cock.  My head rolled back on the pillow and FUCK.  Jane walked in and her scent sent me over the edge.  Hips thrusting up to meet the pace my hand was setting.  Jane mumbled something and then turned around to leave the room.  My growl was loud enough to shatter some of the glass in the room.  The words that followed were strained with need and full of warning.*  

You better fucking stay!

*Jane opened the door to speak in hushed tones to another female and then she closed the door and was at my side.  My hand shot out and gripped her arm.  She stood too far away.  I wanted her closer.  I wanted her hand to be doing the stroking.*  

Take over Jane.

*It wasn’t a request.  It was a order.*

Jane:   *As soon as I walked into the room, I turned around and called Ehlena over to help Xhex to a room upstairs.  When I turned back and closed the door, the sight that greeted me was interesting and disturbing.  I was rather familiar with the needs of the vampire males.  There had been many times I had to leave the room for one of them to get their hand action on, but Murh’s words… or rather the order he barked at me, pissed me off like nobody’s business.  

I turned to my right and grabbed a towel and tossed it over at him*

Clean up after yourself and don’t tear your stitches.  I’m going to check on the other patients and Manny will be back to check in on you soon.

*There was growling and cursing and whatever else, but I ignored it and walked out the room, closing the door behind me.  Leaving Murh alone with his hand*  #FamiliarTension   #BondedBrothers