#the dentist i work with had a tooth that was so stubborn her hand was still hurting the next day

[nicastamatis]

in general i think pulling teeth out as a torture method is really overrated like YES it hurts. YES they will be hurting real bad. however it also takes a looooot of effort if the tooth isn't loose. the bone wants to keep that thing real bad.

[pablitogavii]

Idk if you have done this but can you do Gavi having his wisdom teeth removed? And then he like forgets he has a girlfriend alr and hits with her (reader) 😭 Gracias!

Since Pablito had a toothache, let's do this! hehe

Tooth Aches

You waited for Pablo when he landed from his trip to Getafe greeting some of his friends and coaches as well. Team doctor walked up to you with a bag and you looked at him curiously.

"Can you please make sure he takes these if his tooth continues to hurt? Also, make him see a dentist soon?" man said and I nodded taking the bag and thanking him for the help.

Pablo was always so stubborn when it came to going to any kind of doctors. He would never admit it, but you knew he was just scared and wanted to avoid it at all costs.

"Hola amor" Pablo came shortly after with a little cotton ball in his mouth and you thought he was so adorable whenever something was hurting him.

"Hola cariño..you have a tooth ache precioso?" you coo touching his cheek gently and Pablo quickly shakes his hand saying it's nothing serious before kissing you lips.

When you arrived home, and Pablo took a shower you noticed that he wasn't even touching his dinner. This was very strange since after the game as intense as this one, he could eat like both of you combined.

"If your tooth hurts, I can give you the medication so you can eat cariño?" you ask but the moment you mentioned it he took a big bite clearly uncomfortable while chewing.

"I'm just..not hungry. Can we cuddle when you're done?" he said and you smiled nodding your head knowing that arguing with him when he was this stubborn isn't going to solve anything.

When you were done, you joined him on the couch and he pulled you close wrapping his strong arms around your body and resting his head on your shoulder. Whenever Pablo was in pain, he would be so cuddly and soft. You started playing with his hair until he got sleepy and you both went to bed.

You were woken up by some noise coming from the kitchen so you wore your robe and went to see what Pablo was doing.

"Cariño? Que haces? It's two in the morning??" you said after yawn escaped your lips and he looked at you guilty while holding some ice in his hand.

"I'm just..um..getting water..go back to bed guapa" he said but you knew very well when your boy was lying. The pain surely woke him up!

"Pablo, it's just a tooth ache amor..and there is medication that can help. Why don't you just take it huh?" you walk up to him seeing that he tried to numb the pain with ice instead.

"B..because..when they gave it to me before the game, it tasted gross! And if I take it, you will make me go to the dentist!" he was whinny like a child and you smiled shaking your head and taking ice from his hands.

"You remember how I always listen to you when I'm sick?" you say touching his cheek and he whimpered clearly in a lot more pain than before.

"Mhm..but you always listen to me princesa!" he smirked and you found it amazing that he was still dirty minded even when he was in this much pain.

"So can you listen to me just this once? Please cariño?" you say giving him puppy dog look and he sighed knowing he could not win this when you were using these methods against him.

"Just give me the stupid medication!" he said rolling his eyes and you jumped grabbing it and giving him the pill and some water. When he took it, you took him back to bed and played with his hair to distract him while the medication starts working.

"That better cariño??" you ask after a few minutes but didn't hear anything but a soft snores coming from your boy who was sleeping peacefully on your chest making you smile down and kiss his head.

"My stubborn angry bird.." you whisper before getting comfortable yourself and falling asleep.

"Pablo, we have dentist appointment today!" you yell from the bedroom when he got up to get ready for the training.

"Can we just do it another day amor? I wanted to take you to dinner tonight" he said and you giggled at his attempt to bribe you. You walked to where he was in the closet shirtless and very yummy. You can't get distracted!

"You're cute trying to avoid this, but I care about you so we are having our date tonight at the dentist office" you say kissing him lips and he whimpers since his tooth was very much aching still.

"Let's put the cotton ball before you leave, and you can take it out when the training starts?" you say and despite him shaking his head protesting to cooperate you brought it from the kitchen. He was now already in his training kit ready to leave.

"Open up" you say and he smirks looking down at you making you blush knowing exactly what he was thinking about..little devil!

"Pablo!" you say and he nods opening his mouth for you to put the cotton ball in against his cheek making it bulge out a little which in turn made you smirk..you couldn't help it.

"Not fun being in my shoes huh?" you tease making Pablo blush trying to tell you to shut up but couldn't so you both laughed instead.

When you got a call from one of the staff, you knew it couldn't be good news. Pablo was in lots of pain so they asked that you come pick him up which you quickly did driving straight to the dentist despite his winning.

"I'm not arguing with you anymore Pablo! You are so pale and almost fainted form pain. We are going right now!" you say and he just stayed silent letting you help him inside playing with his shirt out of nervousness.

You caught on this little habit of his grabbing his hand in your reassuringly. He smiled nodding his head and resting it on your shoulder since it was pouding from pain in his tooth.

"Pablo Gavira?" doctor said and we both went inside. Pablo sat on the chair and I asked the doctor to hold his hand the whole time which he agreed on.

"Looks like wisdom teeth. We should remove them especially because of the job you do. It's a lot less dangerous" doctor explained and Pablo looked at you with tearful eyes but you gave him a reassuring smile.

"You will sedate him right doctor?" you ask and man nodded easing Pablo's nervousness.

"You will go to sleep and wake up really quick. Everything will be done and you will never have this kind of pain again" man said and Pablo smiled weakly nodding his head. You were really proud of him for being brave right now.

"I will sit right here amor, the whole time , I promise" you say and he nods puckering his lips and you blush seeing the doctor turn before you kissed him.

"Alright, champion. Let's do this. Your girl will wait for you right here" doctor said before adding sedation and Pablo slowly fell asleep while you sat down on the chair getting out of their way.

"Morning cariño.." you said when he finally opened up his eyes that were still foggy from anesthesia. Doctor warned you about the symptoms for the first few hours but said everything went smoothly.

"Díos..mio..y..you..are..g..gorgeous..h..hi" he was mumbling and blushing almost as much as during your very first date.

"Thank you, cariño" you said kissing his forehead which made his face even more red before you sign off some paperwork and took the wheel chair to get him tot he car.

When you sat him down and went to the driver seat, you felt his hand reaching to touch your face so you turned around.

"Oh my god...you're fucking gorgeous!" he said again and you smiled blushing yourself now. He was way too adorable.

"Thank you.." you say giggling

"A..are you..um..my uber?" he asked and you burst out in laugher now shaking your head kissing his hand that was still on your face.

"No..I'm your girlfriend cariño" you say and his eyes opened wide when he heard you say that.

"Oh my god! I scored!! You..you're fine as fuck!" he said and you couldn't stop giggling at how forward he was. Pablo was never much of a talked but now was a different story.

"I love you?" you smile and his cheeks blushed caressing your cheek now.

"I love you! I um..I wanna tell my sister about you..cause..you..you're fine as fuck!" he grabbed his phone while you giggled and drove him home.

"H..hola! Um..I have a girlfriend..d..did you know that?" Pablo was mumbling to Aurora's very confused face.

"Are you drunk Pablo!?" she asked knowing that her little brother doesn't drink but not really having a better explanation.

"I..don't..drink.." he started laughing and you asked him to show your face so you can talk to a very confused girl on another line.

"Hey Rora, He got his wisdom teeth out today. That's why he sounds drunk" you say and she starts laughing now as well. Pablo turned the phone so that your face was in it again.

"I'm not drunk! And I have a girlfriend! Look! She's fine as hell!" he said and Rora laughed together with you at the way he was just staring with heart eyes at your face.

"Yes you do! I don't know how she deals with you honestly" Rora said and Pablo pouted putting the phone on his lap forgetting about Aurora and looking at you.

"How you deal with me g..guapa?" he said and you giggle finally parking into your garage.

"Because I love you so much! Come on, let's go home. Say bye to Rora" you say and he does so hanging up and letting you help him into the house and resting him on the couch.

"Um..can I w..watch a game?" he asks like child would to his mother and you nodded giving him the remote before bringing some water in case he got thirsty and sitting next to him. When you tried to hold his hand he jumped moving back and shaking his head quickly.

"No! I have a girlfriend! Don't touch me!" he said and you burst out in laughter which confused the poor boy. You did like to see your man loyal like this tho.

"Amor..I am your girlfriend" you say and he turns a little to look into your eyes holding your face inspecting it for every little detail.

"So..I..can..be..inside..of..you..right..now?" he said and your eyes opened wide while your hand went to his mouth to shut him up. Pablo was never this direct before and it was shocking but also very much funny!

"W..what?? Let..me..be..inside..of..you..preciosa!!!" he moved trying to kiss your neck but you pulled away still giggling at his request reminding him that he needs to recover first and hold the cold compress for a few hours at least.

"Um..o..okay..but after..I wanna..be..inside..of..you" he said while yawning and moving to lay on your stomach and you chuckled nodding your head and starting to play with his hair gently.

The next morning, Pablo wouldn't believe the whole story when you told him about his little 'request' at night.

"I did not say it like that!" he said and you giggled at his shy face and blushed cheeks moving closer and kissing his lips.

"You were so cute, but I'm glad you are back to normal cariño" you say and he smiled kissing your head and pulling you into a tight hug already feeling much better.

"Thank you for taking care of me..and making me go to the dentist amorcito" he said while you cuddled and you smiled nodding your head and looking up into his warm brown eyes.

"You're welcome, cariño!" you said and you both kissed sweetly continuing to enjoy your lazy day together.

[shu-glue]

On New Year's Eve (And Day, and the Week Before, and the Week After)

includes Zhongli, Tighnari, Scaramouche/Wanderer, Thoma in which the aforementioned spend their birthdays—and in turn, new years—with their beloved, you.

contains: tooth rotting fluff like no joke i need a dentist, established relationships in tighnari's and thoma's parts, growing relationships in zhongli's and wanderer's, gender neutral and they/them pronouns, spoilers for the Sumeru Archon Quest in wanderer's, spoilers for thoma's character story, lots of physical affection and just touchy-lovey stuff (sfw!), maybe ooc characters omg im so sorry

a/n: i don't think wanderer's ended up fluffy at ALL AHAHAHAH. this is long overdue and it's just in time for thoma's birthday uhu. i had a clear idea for each of their parts but i think i deviated so much, i hope you all still enjoy this EHDJEJS HAPPY NEW YEAR, LETS SEIZE 2023 BY THE NECK /j /hj(?)

✐ He's so old, you know.

✐ And it's not even to poke fun or make jokes; Zhongli really does feel old.

✐ After more than 6000 years of living, those 6000 years all seem to blend for him. Every 'new' year that passes isn't a new year, per se, but a repetition of everything thus far. Spring still comes after the winter, the sun still rises for the farmers and the roosters, the mountains of Liyue still stand tall.

✐ And after the first 1000, the new year became… old for the Geo Archon. He'll stare fondly at his people as they dance and sing in celebration of the upcoming year, he'll partake in the festivities that are sure to take place once the final hour of this year starts to count down. However, if you ask him—a being who's lived for millennia and for more millennia to come—the new year won't bring him as much joy and excitement as mortals feel because he's seen many new years come and go for as long as he's been alive.

✐ The years don't change for him, as everything's always in a state of uniformity for him. He won't even realize that their world has finished another trip around the sun until Director Hu barges into his office in excitement. She's been rambunctious all day, seeing as it's the last day of the year and even, coincidentally, her beloved consultant's birthday.

✐ He had been stubborn, refusing to accept a day off even with these two events transpiring today (he has stopped looking forward to them for years now).

✐ Unfortunately for him, Hu Tao was equally stubborn and equally eager to see this old man (now it's to poke fun and make jokes) enjoy himself for once, especially since it's the dawn of New Year's Eve. And she has the perfect weapon, the ultimate trump card up her sleeve.

"Oh, Mr. Zhongli~!"

It's not uncommon for Hu Tao to come barging into Zhongli's office at Wangsheng Funeral Parlor unannounced, another phenomenon that will likely not change in the upcoming year. A lively little thing despite the nature of their work, that sometimes has Zhongli quite perplexed despite his vast experience with people of all kinds.

He fixes some documents on his desk and looks up just as the current overseer of the funeral parlor enters his office, a pep in her step and a cheeky grin on her lips. Maybe Zhongli should ignore the cheekiness in her grin. Maybe.

"Director Hu. What brings you here at this time?"

"I was wondering why the lights are still on in here, despite it being the New Year and all. I should've guessed it was you, Mr. Zhongli." Hu Tao giggles, clasping her hands behind her back. "Aren't you going to come down to the harbor? Everyone's really going all out in the festivities."

"I'll be there shortly, Miss Hu Tao. I just need to sort out these documents." Zhongli straightens out the pieces of paper, tapping them on his desk.

"Which is going to take hours! You'll be spending the New Year cooped up in this office!" Hu Tao laments, frowning deeply. "Well, good thing I called them then."

Zhongli pauses midway of sorting documents into his desk drawer. "Called who?"

As he says that, a new voice rings out from behind the doorway to his office, one that Zhongli immediately recognizes and knows who it belongs to even before you pop your head out from behind the door. "Hello, Hu Tao. Hello, Zhongli. Happy new year."

✐ As it stands, you may be the only mortal in Teyvat who could shake the ex-Archon's heart like this. A simple server who Zhongli had met while he was ordering food from Third Round Knockout, the new recruit Degui was grateful for when it got busier and busier at the tavern.

✐ A conversation bloomed where Zhongli told you some bits of history regarding Liyue Harbor and it was a rather pleasant surprise when you squeeze in your own knowledge of the place, admitting that you spend a bit of your time at Wanwen Bookhouse on your days off.

✐ It came to the point that Zhongli became even more of a regular at the tavern, if that were possible; and it wasn't because his wallet was suffering this time. The staff there have come to grow used to his growing presence at their establishment and they won't even interrupt your talks when it's a slow day at work. (It's rather adorable, seeing the two of you at a table sitting far into a corner, Zhongli looking up at you with soft eyes as you listen to him ramble about the origin of Slow-cooked Bamboo Shoot Soup with rapt attention).

✐ Hu Tao—bless her soul, really—also caught wind of her consultant's growing affection for you and has been hellbent on devising schemes to get him to admit said affections for you. (Never really works because he always saw through her schemes and as stated before, he's stubborn.)

✐ Alas, he's caught between a rock (heh) and a hard place because she sends the two of you out to enjoy the New Year's Festival by the harbor, reassuring Zhongli that she'll sort out the documents herself for the time being.

✐ Zhongli wouldn't be as chatty as he normally is; he'll still indulge in all the stories you tell him, tell you about the origin of some of Liyue's customs regarding the New Year but you notice his lack of engagement all the same.

"Am I boring you?" You ask, blunt and straight to the point with furrowed eyebrows and a frown playing on your lips, stopping him from walking as you both stand still in the middle of the street.

The ex-Archon's eyes widen at your inquiry, his body stiffening. In truth, he does realize that he's more indifferent today than normal. But he didn't realize that you'd be bothered when he should've picked up on it in the first place.

"Oh no, my dear, you never bore me. It's just," he pauses, looking for the right words to say, "I apologize. I'm not exactly… that enthused by New Year's Eve."

"Oh? May I ask why?"

"Well," he chuckles, awkward if you strain your ear enough, "after so many years, I… believe the notion of a brand new year lost its charm to me."

For all the times Zhongli has enraptured attention from others with his tales of history, he really seldom talks about himself. Granted, this is as much as he is willing to divulge to you. He can't tell you of his time as an Archon, or his time in the war, or what he lost, what he gained. (He'll scare you off; he doesn't want you to see him as bizarre.)

But he wants to. He wants to feed your curious eyes and open his heart to you.

But not now.

"Is that so?" You hum, averting your gaze to the passersby in front of you. "Even when it's also your birthday?"

"How did you know it was my birthday?"

Your cheeks flush red, and you hurry to cover them with your hands. "I… asked Miss Hu Tao sometime ago. I was surprised to hear that it's right at New Year's Eve. And I… wished to spend time with you today, even if it was just for an hour."

Zhongli falls silent at your words, a gloved hand raised slightly in front of him clasped around nothing at all. For the first time in millennia, he doesn't know what to say, what to do with these hands. He doesn't know what to do with himself.

"But I understand if you had other plans and if I was impeding on said plans, I apologize for taking up your ti—!"

"Earlier, Director Hu sent me to Qingce Village." He clasps his hands back behind him, finally regaining his composure as he interrupts you, much to your confusion. "I… the sight was such a joyous thing to behold, to hear them chatter and mingle as they prepared for New Year, and the only thing that I regretted was that I had reveled in the sights alone."

The gaze he sets upon you was heavy with all the feelings he'd been trying to hold back; he slowly raises his hand and takes yours within his grasp, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. "I had no other plans today, and I'm grateful you came to visit me, and that you're willing to spend time with me. If you would ever be so kind, would you like to visit Qingce Village tomorrow, together?"

✐ The Lord of Geo Rex Lapis has seen many new years come and go. He's seen winter melt into spring multiple times, seen multiple farmers go from generation to generation, stood on top of Liyue's never-changing mountains and watched everything continue in the same cycle like always.

✐ But he forgets; he is no longer the Lord of Geo Rex Lapis, or Morax, but the mortal man Zhongli. The consultant of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, the never-ending fountain of knowledge of Liyue's history. Birthdays and New Year's Eve were trivial matters to Morax, but that didn't mean they had to be trivial to Zhongli.

✐ And if you were to ask him now, as fireworks start to fly up into the sky and bathe it in light, he wouldn't mind entering the new calendar and the new age with you by his side.

⚘ The forest never changes, even when the end of the year is fast approaching.

⚘ Tighnari should know because he's been on forest patrol duty for the past few years even on New Year's Eve. Especially on New Year's Eve. (It's to make sure no lummox accidentally sets the forest on fire with a wayward firework. It has happened once. Or twice.)

⚘ He's the only one willing to do so as well. Not that he hates the fact the people of Gandharva Ville love celebrating New Years, he just doesn't participate in the festivities. No matter how silent they try to make the fireworks, his ears are still sensitive enough for the few sounds to hurt like a forest boar charging right at him; thus, he always sits out on the celebrations to go on patrol instead.

⚘ This year, however, Collei and the rest of the Forest Rangers want to see their local botanical genius take a break from botanical genius-ing and forest watching.

⚘ So not only do they force him to get a day off on New Year's Eve, they also force him to get a day off on his birthday; which to him, doesn't sound very efficient.

"I mean, just look at this logically—"

"Mhm."

"—if I take a day off twice in a week, that would be a waste of two days not tending to my work. I don't even NEED two days off from work unless I have a life-threatening situation that needs two days off from work!"

Your fingers stop their ministrations on his hair and ears, causing said ears to flop slightly as Tighnari glances up at you in confusion. "Maybe, look at it this way, 'Nari," your voice is soft like a flower bed, and sweet like nectar, "Collei and the others just want you to relax from time to time, you know? I have to agree with them when they say you bury yourself in your work too much."

⚘ Meeting you was purely a coincidence. You were an aspiring zoologist, another scholar from the Akademiya with incredibly sharp wit and a brilliant mind. You came down to Gandharva Ville to study the wildlife and he was on patrol when the two of you encountered each other. Now, it would have been a beautiful and adorable first meeting story, truly something you'd expect to read about in a light novel from the Yae Publishing House. However, at that time, an Avidya Leopard was chasing you down and Tighnari could only guess that you prodded at the wrong hornet's nest. Upon successfully diverting the leopard with an olfactory solution that irritated its nose (and unfortunately, irritated his as well), he turned to you—red nosed and teary eyed—and called you a lummox between sneezes.

⚘ Maybe an unflattering first impression but hey, it bloomed into a lasting friendship and now relationship all the same. So maybe calling you a lummox upon first meeting was a good thing (it wasn't, you still pout at him when he calls you a lummox).

⚘ Much like the other forest rangers, you always urge Tighnari to relax and take a break sometimes. You know being the head of the Forest Rangers demanded a lot from a person and you know that paired with Tighnari's love for knowledge pertaining to everything natural, he'd be too stubborn to even think of taking a break. You love him but you'd rather have him call you all the synonyms of a buffoon rather than fish out his unconscious body from under a root after he sniffed some new species of flower but its pollen knocks people out. (If you ask Tighnari, he'll just say that was a hypothetical, detailed example).

⚘ In all honesty, you were the reason Collei actually managed to convince Tighnari to take that day off.

"I don't 'bury myself in my work too much'—" You look at Tighnari with an unamused expression. "Maybe I do get immersed in my work a little too much sometimes."

"You do." You bite the inside of your cheek, averting your eyes to stare at the grass and flowers beside the two of you—wild cosmos, and chicory, and daisies—all fluttering in the wind. "Would it kill you to, I don't know, actually take a break sometimes without complaining about taking a break?"

"You underestimate me." He's being sassy with you, eyes closed and eyebrows raised in a manner you know so well in all the months that you've been dating him.

"I'm not, I know you love your work, it's just that—" You sigh heavily, feeling Tighnari play with the tassle of your Vision that hangs off your chest, lips in a frown as he waits for you to finish your sentence. "I miss you sometimes."

His ears flatten against his head and he sits up slightly from your lap, eyes wide and frown deep when he takes in your crestfallen face. "Hey, hey hey hey," he gently brings you closer to him by your neck, nuzzling his nose against your hair, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry—you're right, you're all right," his gloved hand cups your cheek, "I bury myself in my work and research so much that I forget to focus on us."

"You do." Your tone is just as pouty as your lips as you glare at him through your lashes. It actually makes him laugh as he nuzzles his nose against your other cheek instead, kissing the corner of your lips multiple times. "Wh—'Nari!"

"Stop being so adorable, you lummox." He finally presses a kiss to your lips, soft and chaste. The type of kiss that he knows melts your heart and makes your knees buckle despite the lack of so called "raw passion". You both like it that way. "Come to Sumeru City with me."

"What?"

"Come to Sumeru City with me. Amurta invited me to speak at some of their seminars."

"But," you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, looking at Tighnari with an unsure expression, "my research—" "Would it kill you to, I don't know, actually take a break sometimes?" He mimicked your words from earlier, nosing at your collarbone as you roll your eyes and sigh. "I don't want to leave you by yourself when New Year comes." (He doesn't want to be alone on New Year's either.)

"You hate celebrating New Year's."

"I hate the fireworks, love," his tail wags behind him, "but I love you more than I hate the fireworks."

⚘ The forest never changes, even when the end of the year is fast approaching, even when he grows one year older.

⚘ But, Tighnari wouldn't mind the jarring booms of fireworks, or the cheers of the people of Gandharva Ville as the clock strikes midnight. As long as you continue to stay by his side despite all his flaws, he'll welcome the new year with open arms.

⚘ (You both hear the sound of a firework randomly going off in the distance, and Tighnari mutters, "Lummox." under his breath before he kisses your forehead and runs towards the culprit, an irritated remark waiting on his lips.)

❅ In all honesty, he didn't expect to live to see the new year, let alone his 'birthday'.

❅ Then again, he didn't also expect to be aided by the Traveler and his floating, somewhat tolerable little companion, and the Dendro Archon he tried to dethrone himself nor to receive his very own Anemo Vision either so really, who was he to have normal expectations?

❅ To say that a normal life living in Sumeru was going to be difficult was, undoubtedly, an understatement. The Traveler already left for Fontaine with their companions, so it only left Nahida, now the sole Archon of Sumeru, as the only one he recognizes as his "friend" in this nation.

❅ He would have been content actually, if everyone else minded their own business and left him alone to his own devices (the puppet doesn't take kindly to being bothered with trivial matters) but unfortunately, his dear only friend is trying to get him to make more friends (who needs more friends? Two allies and talking emergency rations are quite enough).

❅ Despite his whining, Nahida signs him up for some lessons at the Akademiya, hoping it'd break him out of his shell and get him to mingle more with the other scholars and students.

❅ There is the one concerning fact that it's not that he's unwilling to break out of his shell, it's that he breaks out of his shell and stabs everyone close by with the shell pieces (figuratively) before retreating back. His prickly attitude does not help when it comes to intermingling with the student body at the Akademiya, who may, hypothetically, retreat to the far corners of the buildings just to avoid his ire. Nahida has plenty to work on with him.

❅ However, she firmly believes that he can finally be able to make friends and build relationships he can rely on again, as long as she nudges him in the correct direction. New year, new Wanderer, right? Right?

"Stupid," his fingers pull at the grass blades beneath him, glaring forward at nothing at all, "this friend-making plan would have never worked."

He has snuck out of the Akademiya once again, retreating into the forest that surrounded the vast establishment to avoid Lesser Lord Kusanali's searching gaze.

She had accompanied him to the Akademiya today to make sure he did do what she told him to; borrow some books from the library, attend some lectures about any topic he desires, strike up an academic conversation with some scholars that may be wandering hallways. Anything that would include socializing of any kind. But while she had her head turned to speak with Alhaitham, he managed to slip away and escape to the woods.

He does feel bad for bailing on her; Nahida only had his best interest in mind, despite all the things he did to her in the past (no amount of redeeming acts would make up for the mistakes he committed against her). However, surely, with all her knowledge and wisdom, she would have at least guessed that this plan of hers wouldn't work.

This entire thing is a waste of time. No one is as patient as Nahida, who can put up with his snarky quips long enough to see the soft side to him, the side that only a few have witnessed (the time he lost his memories doesn't count, not ever).

He was about to lean back, about to enjoy the sun streaming through the canopy that hangs above him, when someone—the audacity—throws a rock at his head. The force of the rock hitting him sends him lurching forward with a loud grunt. He whirls around so fast his hat almost falls off the top of his head, only to meet your slightly flabbergasted gaze.

"Huh? I thought you were some fungus for a second."

❅ Granted, you were aware that you were going to encounter something when you ventured out to the woods to gather ingredients for your cooking activity. The forest that surrounded the city is not that safe, seeing as you can randomly encounter any carnivorous or fungal enemy at every shrub.

❅ But you never expected to find the Archon's little friend sitting and brooding by himself behind a bush, let alone mistaking him for aforementioned fungal enemy (why your first instinct was to throw a rock at it, you don't know). (you also don't know why you heard a clink! sound when the rock hit him but you guess that you hit his abnormally large hat)

❅ You had heard of Lord Kusanali's companion, a quaint fellow with Inazuman roots but a Sumerian Anemo Vision hanging from the sash on his shoulder, who was also friends with the brave Traveler that came through your beloved nation.

❅ A strange fellow, with a tongue as sharp as he is strange.

❅ Yes, he yells at you for throwing a rock at him, spouting things about 'audacity' and 'not knowing who he is', which you admittedly chose to stop listening to. You really don't have time for any thorny mushrooms.

"Aren't you Lord Kusanali's companion? Where is she?" You ask indifferently, turning your head around as if looking for the tiny Dendro Archon (who is, well, busy looking for the Wanderer in Haravatat sorry Nahida).

"I fail to see how it concerns you."

"My my, so prickly for a mere 'shroom." Instead of leaving, you actually walked closer and squatted down next to him, regarding him with curious eyes. You're an academic, after all; you love to investigate the quiant and strange. "It's dangerous to be in the forest alone. You could be torn to shreds by a leopard for all you know."

He scoffs, propping his chin on the palm of his hand. "Says you. You're wandering the forest alone, just like I am."

"I fail to see how that makes sense, given that we're together in each other's presence."

❅ You're weird, is what he finally concludes. An unknown scholar, who the Wanderer has never seen before; he isn't even sure which of the Six Darshans you attend. Yet, despite his bratty and off-putting attitude, you still sat beside him. And you looked at him with a gaze he never experienced before. He has witnessed ire, he has witnessed pity; but he never witnessed a gaze like yours.

"You irk me."

"Thank you." He blinked when you blinked. "You intrigue me."

A confused 'thank you???' was on the tip of his tongue, ready to tumble out of his lips. You irk him. You truly do. Slapping his palms on his knees, he stands up. Retreating, to him, is a shameful act and must be avoided at all costs but in this case, he's willing to swallow his pride just so he can get away from you and that infuriating gaze. "Forget it, why am I even talking to you—"

"You can join us instead of brooding somewhere crawling with predators." There it is again. That look. He hates it.

"And what makes you think I'd go along with you and whatever crazy group you're with?"

You actually, legitimately think, he sees, as you look up in thought. As if you're actually thinking of—no, calculating the pros and cons of him actually joining you, totally ignoring the fact he insulted you. You are incredibly, absolutely…

"Well, I can only presume that you snuck away from Lord Kusanali for some reason. And you are admittedly the strangest person I've met." He could say the same about you. "I would like to get to know you better so I can see what makes you so weird. In addition, you'd be able to hide away from Lord Kusanali for a few more hours."

…you're so incredibly stupid and strange. But most of all, you've piqued his interest. He hates that look in your eyes, the look of someone scrutinizing a test variable, the look of someone disassembling a chaos device just to look at its contents despite the chance of explosion. But it's not like Il Dottore's, no.

He wants to challenge whatever hypothesis you've come up with about him.

"Fine." He finally scoffs, adjusting his hat before he looks at you expectantly. "Lead the way, scholar."

❅ You're… still clueless as to how you managed to convince someone like this Wanderer to come with you to your cooking interest club. You weren't expecting it; you wholely believed that he would reject your offer with the same snarky attitude.

❅ Your club members didn't expect this either, if the way almost all of them dropped their cooking utensils once you entered the kitchenette with Wanderer in tow was any indication. (They accept him real quick when he whips up a batch of perfectly baked baklava for the first time and helps some of your friends prepare some candied Ajinelakh Nuts. He even cooks his own take on an Inazuman dish that has your friends raving for more.) (He doesn't eat a bite of his own cooking, saying you all wolf it down well by yourselves, mocking, of course. You hypothesize, however, that he is just not fond of making sweets, judging by the grimace he wears everytime you offer him some. Why is he so good at making sweets then—)

❅ He still had a long way to go to make up for all that he did in the past. No amount of wishful thinking or positive attitude would change that. But, if he can accept his new identity as Wanderer (he looks at you, flour on your cheek, standing beside the stone oven waiting for the baklava to bake as you read a document you managed to snatch from the library), maybe he can accept this new year and this new life too.

The Dendro Archon smiles as she merely stands by the doorway, not wishing to interrupt such a warm scene. "Happy birthday, Wanderer."

♡ Sometimes, Thoma found himself missing Mondstadt.

♡ Inazuma is his home; he has found his purpose in this nation, he has found close friends who he'd do everything for and who'd do everything for him. He has a steady job as the housekeeper for the Kamisato Clan, and the people of Inazuma always turn to him when they are in a time of need. He's fulfilled in Inazuma.

♡ However, everytime he stands on the docks of Ritou, looking out into the horizon—when the sun sets, is high above the sky, and rises—he can't help but feel like the salty sea breeze is always pulling and pulling and pulling him. As if tugging him back towards the City of Freedom, the other half of his roots, his origin.

♡ He hasn't seen his mother in years. He also realizes he barely talks to his father anymore because of work, despite being in the same nation.

♡ He's fulfilled in Inazuma, with many friends, but sometimes he felt lonely.

♡ He was busy tidying up the tea room at the Yashiro Commission, making sure that everything was spic and span for when Sir Ayato and Miss Ayaka come back from New Year's preparations in the town proper. It's always rather busy during this time of year, and the two siblings always struggle with maintaining public order when the new year starts approaching.

♡ It makes sense that he must also do his utmost best to help them any way he can—

"Take a break this time."

What.

"But isn't this the peak of like, public disruptions, I don't think it's right for me to suddenly take a break—" Ayato stops his friend from speaking as he raises his hand, a smile on his face.

"You've been loyal to us for a long time, Thoma. You do things for all of us without asking for anything in return. This time, Ayaka and I both decided that we want you to enjoy New Year's without worrying about your duties as our housekeeper." Ayato firmly pats Thoma's shoulder in reassurance. "I'm not asking you as the Yashiro Commissioner, but I'm asking you as a friend. Go, enjoy yourself for once."

"But I—" Thoma doesn't get to finish what he's about to say, as Ayato walks away without another word, leaving the housekeeper alone in the tea room. "…how am I gonna take a break?"

♡ It's obvious that Thoma isn't used to taking breaks.

♡ He's accustomed to the hustle and bustle of his daily life, helping people with their errands, solving some villagers' problems, running errands for the Kamisato Clan, running his own errands. Now he doesn't know what to do with himself.

"Thoma, love," you place your hand on top of his bouncing knee, "you're antsy again."

His leg immediately stops bouncing when he feels your warm touch and Thoma breathes a drawn out sigh, gently clasping his fingers around your hand. "I know, I know, I'm sorry." He brings your hand up to kiss your knuckles, as if telling you that he's fine through every kiss he presses to your skin.

Thoma didn't mean to let his own negative thoughts impede on this date. Just as it's rare for him to visit his father, it's rare for the two of you to be able to meet up like this, having a warm meal at Kiminami Restaurant.

♡ You were a travelling merchant, which means your job demanded that you move around from place to place. You met when you were at Ritou, busy being denied access to travel within the nation despite your past business. Thoma, who was aiding some merchants, just so happened to pass by and managed to calm the situation down, and you got your travel permit.

♡ You guys became closer than ever since that day, until he finally asked you to go out with him. It was hard at first, with both your schedules, but you made it work; love isn't just the happy, fluttering feeling after all, but the effort you put for each other.

"Don't tell me you're bored because you're basically forbidden from lifting a finger, Thoma." You tease, bumping shoulders with him as you giggle when he scrunches his nose.

"Maybe I am."

"That's not the purpose of a break, you know."

"But—" Thoma plops his forehead on your shoulder. "I like helping around Narukami Island."

You frown, patting his blonde hair. You know he was brought up to be a loyal, and kind, and helpful young man (it's why you fell in love with him in the first place). He told you stories about how his father taught him about loyalty, back when you first started going out, and you even met his father one time.

You wished you could take his mind off of work, though, just so he can relax. He should make use of this period of rest, like go on a hike, or do yoga, or trave—

Bingo.

"Do you want to go to Mondstadt with me?" You ask him, momentarily lowering the chopsticks you have in your other hand. Upon hearing the City of Freedom, Thoma instantly perks his head up, looking at you with those green eyes you love oh so dearly.

"Mondstadt?"

"I was going to Liyue for a bit anyway, and I feared that I was going to have to leave you alone this New Year." You say, scratching your cheek. "If you'd like, we can go to Liyue together for the Lantern Rite, and… we can go to Mondstadt after that for your birthday."

You were nervous, asking him something like this. You don't know why but it felt like it was something big, like it was bigger than just the two of you. Thoma stared at you with wide eyes, the sun setting behind him just right, that the remaining rays of the sunlight illuminated your face in a serene glow.

He doesn't register exactly when he made up his mind, or when his mouth started moving, but eventually…

"Yes."

♡ Thoma was nervous when you were about to board the ship that would take you to your first destination, Liyue. But with your gentle reassurance and the feeling of your hand in his, he was able to quell the anxiety in his stomach until you reached the harbor.

♡ As you promised him, you and he enjoyed the Lantern Rite together, with you essentially giving him a tour of Liyue as you both ate the nation's cuisine and experienced their traditions.

♡ A few days after New Year, just before his birthday, you both caught a travelling caravan heading towards Mondstadt.

♡ It finally caught up to him that, yes, he was finally going to come back home after so many years. He'd be able to see his mother again. He'd be able to see the windmills, the people, the lake. He'd be with the other half of him again.

♡ It would be daunting to see just how much the city changed. How everything became different since the last time he was here. But, if you're here with him, on this new journey in this new age, he'll be fine.

♡ And at the back of that tiny caravan, with your hand in his like it's always been this entire trip, the City of Freedom now coming into view as you near…

♡ … Thoma cried in front of you for the first time.

[fire-but-ashes-too]

storytime (??)

(@steh-lar-uh-nuhs i hope this explains lol)

this feels very weird but ive been asked a question and i shall respond :)

little intro so we know what were talking about, i had 13 of my teeth removed since they didnt fall, usually teeth start to fall out at 6~ but when i was six, they stayed there.

thing is, the others were starting to grow and i was looking like a shark, so my mom took me to her dentist (who also "operated" on children) but the stubborn af 6 yo me absolutely refused to even open my mouth, so we spent an hour with these poor nurses bribing me with toothbrushes and totthpaste if i opened my mouth. obviously, it didnt work.

so we went to another dentist, who happened to be the dad of one of my friends and immediately i was super nice and happy.

so, first time and we took out two, then i had to come back and take out another one and so on, sometimes single and sometimes two at a time.

i never had any counter-effects apart from one time where i kept bleeding for 3 hours from the hole where the tooth was. but i got to eat ice cream for dinner so it wasnt that bad.

i think the last ones were when i was 13/14 but by then it was normal to me, the trick is to never EVER open your eyes or ask what theyre going to put in your mouth and stuff. i know its scary and you might want to know, but trust me, dont do it, it will only creep you out more.

i also had a couple types of braces, so i was at the dentist pretty often.

if youve never had an extraction but have to do it, my advice is (other than dont look) dont go in alone, take something you can squeeze, even a hand, and keep your eyes shut. it doesnt hurt that much and its not that terrifying, at leat it wasnt for me, and i get panic attacks everytime i have to get an injection or something with a needle.

end of storytime! i hope i answered our question and didnt freak anyone out 😅

[rukia-writes]

Plot: Loki likes to pick on his cousin about a certain someone, and the two take a trip to the dentist. Loki’s pranks are never ending.

Child! Deity

Dental appointment event

It was early in the evening when Hunnin and Muninn reported to Odin that (Name) was no where to be seen. Sighing in frustration, Odin simply wanted to check how (Name)’s teeth were as he knew his daughter’s hadn’t been brushing her teeth as she should have.

It didn’t help that (Name) had the power to hide herself and could be anywhere.

Thor was in his room sleeping on his chair and wasn’t phased by his sister hiding herself until he heard a sigh under his bed. Lifting the bed with ease Thor felt a gust of wind brush past him taking it as a sign his sister had left and so Thor chased after his sister, causing the palace to rumble as he would sometimes miss his sister by a hair and left holes in the wall or floor. Hunnin and Muninn did their best to help Thor but came up empty handed.

It was always like this in Asgard when Odin wanted to check his daughters teeth.

Odin was just about to take matters into his own hand until he noticed a familiar god show up. Odin didn’t want to resort to trickery but whatever for his health for his daughter. Thor tried to locate his younger sister but came up empty handed only to hear a familiar god in (Name)’s room.

“What a drag, my favorite goddess isn’t here. Here I came such a long way to see my sweet (Name).”

Thor squinted his eyes in disbelief at hearing Buddha words, before Thor could think anything else (Name) had quickly lifted the bedsheets with a smile as she jumped into Buddha’s arms excited that the god had visited her.

“Good evening, Buddha! Do you have more candy for me-“

Quickly cut off by a light and being held tighter the small and young (Name) saw Loki instead with a mischievous smile on his face. Heartbroken (Name) tried to get out the trickster god’s grasp but came up empty handed. Thor was a little surprised that worked, then again (Name) was still young.

“My, my. I can’t believe you fell for that (Name).”

“Let me go, Loki!”

While fighting Loki’s grasp Thor asked why Loki was here to which the trickster god responded with that he was just passing by. Loki didn’t feel anything as he handed over a pouting goddess to Odin who was sitting on his throne.

“Can’t believe that worked. Also, it looks like you’re not the cool one anymore, Thor.”

Thor had to admit that his sister liking Buddha a bit more than himself had him a bit irritated but he didn’t let it get it to him long as Odin muttered (Name) had a cavity on her back tooth.

“You’re going to the dentist first thing in the morning.”

“I don’t want to.”

(Name) immediately apologized when her father gave her a intimating glare although the young godess gave Loki a glare even though the trickster god was happily laughing while floating in the air.

While Odin was serious about his daughter going to the dentist he didn’t go with her instead he sent Loki to take her and (Name) was still upset with her cousin. Loki didn’t care though, he found it hilarious that (Name) could be so easily fooled. While waiting in Hygeia’s waiting area, Loki was became rather bored until the sound of a drill made (Name) jump in freight making Loki smile and once it was there turn Loki was the one that had to place (Name) in the chair.

Hygeia tried her best to get (Name) to open her mouth but to no avail, (Name) was quite stubborn.

“(Name), if you don’t open your mouth you’re going to make me very, very sad.”

Hygeia and (Name) looked to see a sad Buddha looking at her. Hygeia was surprised to see Buddha there and of course (Name) was happy to see Buddha.

“I don’t want to make you sad, Buddha. I’ll be good. I promise.”

“…You promise?“

“Of course, I never go back on my word.”

“I’m so happy to hear that.”

Buddha patted the top of (Name)’s head as Hygeia was successfully able to clean (Name)’s teeth and remove her cavity. No problems what so ever, until Hygeia heard “Curse you Loki!” As she was cleaning her utensils. Smiling Hygeia continued to clean her utensils thinking to herself that Loki was a loving cousin, knowing (Name) wouldn’t have opened her mouth otherwise.

A few months, later Buddha was walking outside the Valhalla arena into a garden like place. To his surprise he saw (Name) sitting on the fountain. As usual, Buddha greeted the young goddess with snacks. Only this time, Buddha was meant with skepticism as (Name) squinted her eyes and slowly scooted away from Buddha confusing the god.

“…No, thanks. I know that’s you Loki. You can’t fool me again.”

“…Who?”

“I know it’s you Loki. So just transform already because I won’t be fooled again.”

“…We need to get your eyes checked. (Name) it’s me.”

Still not convinced (Name) crossed her arms to her chest and ignored Buddha until she heard a familiar voice say “What’s going on?” Looking Buddha and (Name) saw Loki floating in the air with a smile. A “oh” left (Name)’s lips as she apologized to Buddha, still Buddha offered her candy and patted the top of her head. Pouting Loki stepped in front of the two with his usual smile of mischief, only making Buddha roll his eyes as he took out his lollipop.

“Well, well. What luck, I’ve been meaning to talk to you Buddha.”

Little did (Name) expect the two gods to fight, and (Name) didn’t expect to others to join in but as they did (Name) sat quietly on the fountain eating the snacks Buddha gave her until Buddha had to save her from Ebisu’s shots, Holding the young and small (Name) in his arms. To which, Buddha teased Ebisu about his aim saying “You could’ve shot the princess of Asgard you know.” All of which was really cool to the young goddess as Loki could practically see the stars in her eyes.

Loki didn’t like Buddha before and he really didn’t like him now, sure he liked teasing (Name) about her innocent crush on Buddha but now Loki was determined to show his cousin how much of a loser Buddha was.

Loki tried, but failed.

Loki: 10 vs (Name): 1

🎀Rukia-Writes🎀

[lannister-slings-and-arrows]

I and Love and You

The fifth in Rafael Barba/Reader/Frederick Chilton threesome verse written in collaboration with @pascalispretty . Mood board also by the lovely and talented @pascalispretty !! Yep. We did this. Was it necessary? No. Did we enjoy it? Sometimes. Are you going to read it? I sure hope you do and that you like it! Cross posted on ao3!

Part Five of the series So Much Easier than You Realize

Warnings: Total and complete tooth rotting fluff. Schedule an appointment with your dentists, ladies and germs. Rafael is, as always, a bit of a jackass. You will probably have an incurable craving for breakfast food. And the teeniest tiniest mention of daddy kink. Rating: E for everyone because there is nothing objectionable in this at all, I did not think we could actually write something this sweet lol. Word Count: 3725 Summary: Mornings are for cookies and contemplation.

When Rafa wakes up, he spares a moment to sympathize with his growling stomach. More than one moment, if he’s being honest with himself. He isn’t normally an early riser but his stomach wouldn’t be so empty if he’d been allowed to have his bedtime snack and not rudely distracted by his two partners and an ingenious application of his second favorite blue tie. The result is pleasantly sore abdominal muscles and the rare opportunity to wake up in time to see the both of them still peacefully asleep in bed next to him.

Fred’s back is pressed close to his chest and his legs brush against Rafa’s as he levers himself up onto his elbow to look at her on Fred’s other side. Her face is tucked against Fred’s neck and the doctor’s arms are wrapped tightly around her, and Rafa smiles at them both, still asleep in the soft grey early morning light.

Fred shifts, and an irritable frown passes over his face the longer Rafa uses him to balance himself to stare at the two of them, so Rafa quickly presses a kiss to his temple before settling back down with a sigh.

It’s too early to be up, really, but he’s starving and is not getting back to sleep without eating something. He grunts and sits up before pressing another kiss to Fred’s shoulder. He swings his legs out of bed and grabs a pair of grey sweatpants.

Rafa trudges down the hall to the kitchen. There were still Bugles hidden in the back of Fred’s Tupperware cabinet. Oh shit, had he eaten them all? He flicks on the light to the kitchen and huffs a quiet laugh when he finds a sticky note on the door of said cabinet in Fred’s small, precise handwriting.

Sorry, I ate the last of your chips two days ago. In my defense, counselor, you left them in my house and I was having a very stressful day. I made you cookies instead, they’re on top of the microwave. I figured you’d be up before the both of us this morning since you didn’t get your snack. --An Apologetic Psychiatrist who feels like he shouldn’t be apologizing for eating food in his own cupboards.

Rafa runs his fingers over the note a few times, smiling like an idiot, his heart feeling full and warm and about seven sizes larger than it was when he woke up. He turns his head and sees a plastic container (with a green lid because the green Tupperware was for storage of baked goods as Fred was constantly reminding him) right where Fred said it would be, and when he steps over to investigate it further he finds a batch of white chocolate macadamia nut cookies. Another note is stuck to the lid.

I know these aren’t your favorite. I know that you don’t really enjoy white chocolate. Consider this my attempt to make sure you don’t eat all of these in one sitting. Please limit yourself to two; you aren’t in your 20’s anymore, Rafael, and it’s not even a normal time for breakfast yet, much less cookies. --A Not Apologetic Psychiatrist who doesn’t want your first heart attack to be in his apartment, thank you very much.

Rafa rolls his eyes and peels the lid off, smirking as he deliberately takes three out of the box. He doesn’t hate white chocolate, after all, and he does love macadamia nuts. And he has always had a problem following instructions.

Standing at the kitchen counter, Rafa eats his cookies with a pleased groan, once again thanking whatever saints or angels his mami appeals to for sending him a partner that bakes. Not that he thinks his mother would have prayed for someone at all like Fred. Fussy, officious, arrogant, snobby, and, well, a man. His mother would have had someone like their younger lover in mind however. Smart, pretty, and willing to stand up to his attitude. Most of the time anyways. Well, what did Lucia Barba always say? You can make as many requests of God as you want to but remember that He has a sense of humor too? She got him a little extra than what her original request probably specified.

Rafa snorts at the thought and brushes crumbs off his bare chest, leaning back against the counter and surveying the kitchen in the growing light. He’s still hungry but he knows he’ll hear about it if Fred wakes up and all of those cookies are gone. And today is supposed to be the one day this whole month the three of them can spend just being quiet together with no plans, no work, and no prior obligations. He’d rather not spend it all dodging Fred’s passive aggressive jabs and her pouting looks and quiet pleas to please just be the bigger man and apologize.

He stretches his arms out on the counter behind him and tips his head back, staring absently at Fred’s kitchen ceiling as he contemplates making his way back to bed and napping until Fred wakes up and decides to order in breakfast. He’s nearly settled on that plan when he catches sight out of the corner of his eye of the bright blue note on the cupboard. He doesn’t remember Fred spending any time in the kitchen before the two of them dragged Rafa into the bedroom to put his ties to a much more interesting use. He must have gotten out of bed after Rafa fell asleep to put this together, and Rafa can’t help the smile that spreads over his entire face.

Rafa slaps his palms on the counter and shoves himself off, making his way over to the fridge to see what Fred has in the way of actual food. He’s already awake; the least he can do is make breakfast.

He finds the ingredients for pancakes easily enough--Fred is a stickler for organization. Rafa tries not to make a mess as he moves around the perfectly arranged and spotless kitchen. He stirs the batter by hand rather than risk the noise of the KitchenAid but pauses over whether or not to put chocolate chips in.

She would be pleased, her sweet tooth nearly rivals his own, but Fred would almost definitely be annoyed. Especially because Rafa has already had chocolate earlier in the morning. With a fond sigh, Rafa puts the glass jar back in the cupboard, though not before tipping a few of the chocolate chips out into his hand.

It reminds him of cooking in Fred’s beautiful house in Baltimore, his sweet girl laughing and dancing around the kitchen in one of Fred’s shirts, barely being any help at all. All three of them adore the big, beautiful house that Fred had shyly shown them--as if they could have done anything else other than fall in love with it.

Fred relaxed slightly when it became clear that his guests found the house as beautiful as he did. Rafa tried to help her in slowing Fred down as he showed it to them, asking questions about particular objects or features and pointing out the things they especially admired. Every sincere compliment kept a gratified little smile plastered on Fred’s face--and there was plenty to compliment him on.

It’s clear that it holds a special place in Fred’s heart. It’s so him, every inch of it reflecting back the man who poured so much time and effort and money into making it a home. From the collection of antique medical texts carefully displayed on the shelves to the exact shade of teal velvet upholstery on some of the armchairs, Fred had lavished attention on the house to surround himself with things he loved and found beautiful. It amused Rafa to wonder if he’d taken that into account when he’d invited his partners over; whether they’d laud the elegant aesthetic he’d established in his home.

Shifting the spoon briefly to give his right hand a break from mixing, he smiles at the memory. He’s never actually admitted to Fred how much he likes playing house with his two partners there. Rafa is fairly certain that the kitchen in the Baltimore house is larger than the apartment that he grew up in and he knows that a wine cellar is an absurd luxury. But it’s a place where the three of them are free to be themselves, without worrying about nosy neighbors and doormen.

Rafa snorts quietly, folding the batter briskly to get out all the little flour bubbles. That pretty well explains how he feels about Fred too. Fred is too high maintenance, too abrasive in all the ways Rafa normally hates, too… prep school, but Rafa can’t help but smile indulgently every time he turns his nose up at a meal that costs less than fifty dollars, or every time he gets that prissy stubborn look on his face, or juts his chin out and point blank refuses to admit that he’s wrong (even though Rafa can tell that he knows that he is).

He never apologizes either. Ever. He’ll be proven wrong, he’ll hurt both their feelings, and the closest to any sort of acknowledgment of wrongdoing that the both of them will get will be a cup of coffee in bed the next morning, one of Fred’s most handsome smiles, and the complete and sudden cessation of all hostilities like the fight never happened. Rafa knows that with anyone else that kind of behavior would be a relationship killer.

Rafa looks over the batter and nods to himself, satisfied with the consistency, and balances the spoon against the side of the bowl. He stares at the oven and frowns. Just pancakes hardly make breakfast. Going over to the fridge, he grabs bacon out of its particular place, rolling his eyes as he does so, and tosses it on the counter next to the pancake batter, reaching under the silverware drawer for a frying pan.

Maybe it’s the way Fred ‘apologizes’ with the perfect cup of coffee instead of actual words. Maybe it’s that same perfect cup of coffee that somehow manages to find its way onto his desk at work when he’s too swamped to go out and get one--just because Fred knows he needs it. Or a sandwich from his favorite deli and a quick flash of that handsome smile on Fred’s lunch break.

Rafa gets started on actually cooking said breakfast, hissing and swearing quietly when he gets a first-hand demonstration of why you shouldn’t fry things without a shirt on. Fred would have more than a few words to say to him about the relative intelligence of what he’s doing right now. He grins. Maybe that’s it--the way he cares while trying desperately to make it seem like every time it’s an inconvenience of the highest order.

Maybe Rafa loves Fred because every once in a while, when he’s very drunk, very tired, or the perfect combination of both, Fred slips a little and calls the both of them by those cute, ridiculous southern pet names that before now Rafa would have put money on being more myth than fact. And how embarrassed he is when it is pointed out to him that he just called a forty-something year old man ‘pickle’.

Fred is arrogant, prickly, particular, and both overindulgent and overly judgmental of vices depending on if he himself shares in them. He is a pain to get along with most of the time and sometimes treats the two of them like they’re made of spun gold--things to be cherished and well looked after and shown off to the best of his ability. He’s a contradictory monster and Rafa loves him.

He has a feeling that the smile on his face is sappy and ridiculous, but as he turns the bacon and settles to wait a few more minutes, he shrugs. There isn’t anyone else around this early to see him; his reputation as a son of a bitch and a jackass won’t be ruined. He loves Fred. He loves her. He loves both of them--sometimes so much it’s hard for him to keep it to himself and wait for them to come to the same conclusion. Their individual faults, foibles, and perfections and the way they mesh with each other and fit so surprisingly well in his own life.

Like getting new book recommendations from her--whenever he has the time to actually read something for fun. She leaves them on his home desk with a brief explanation why she thinks he’ll like them. That almost always makes up for the numerous occasions he has gone looking for one of his own books and found it had mysteriously jumped off its shelf and walked itself three rooms over, or managed to find itself completely out of order.

He drains the bacon onto a paper towel covered plate and gives the pan a quick rinse. He loves finding packets of M&M’s in his briefcase or in his suit coat pockets, loves knowing they’re from her and that she braved Fred’s ire to indulge his habit of constant snacking. A habit Fred particularly despises. He loves--most of the time--being a couple minutes late to work some mornings because she got into a nearly incoherent argument with him about what color tie he should wear. He loves that she loves his wardrobe as much as he does.

Rafa loves ganging up with her to tease Fred and loves that she can take some teasing herself. He loves that she just rolls her eyes and plays along when his puckish side emerges and he can’t help but be an asshole even though he can tell she would rather he didn’t.

Rafa starts pouring pancake batter, chuckling to himself when he recalls the mood she’d gotten into the last time his sense of humor had gotten the better of him. While waiting for a table in a restaurant, a strange woman had made a snide comment about ‘men dating women young enough to be their daughters’ and Rafa had been unable to resist feigning outrage and asking what was so terrible about a man taking his daughter out for a nice birthday dinner.

The woman had been mortified, and Rafa had enjoyed the look on her face so much that he’d only hammered the point home further, telling her it was hardly his fault he was a widower and a single parent. He hoped it had taught her a valuable lesson in boundaries. His sweet girl had been so embarrassed but it had been so worth it.

Flipping the first pancake, he thinks about the flaws that come with her youth. She’s always the first one to joke about having daddy issues and Rafa can hardly deny how much he enjoys hearing her call him papi--and Fred daddy--in bed. He just has to try not to think too deeply about it. Not that Rafa really has a leg to stand on where difficult paternal relationships are concerned. But her jokes mask an insecurity and a clinginess that Fred has a habit of overindulging. More than once when he’s been trying to work she’s tried to distract him or cuddle up to him and then gotten sulky when he had to gently but firmly rebuff her.

When he finally finishes work on those evenings, he usually finds her wrapped around Fred instead, giving him a wounded look when he finally emerges from behind his case files. Those looks are wordless guilt trips every time he’s on the receiving end of one--no matter how right he feels in his decision to work instead of play.

And yet somehow she’s worked the same magic on him that Fred has. A flaw that in anyone else would have stopped any idea of a relationship in its tracks is something that he’s come to love about her. Her clinginess comes from a place of emotional fragility and it must be hard to let her partners see that. The fact that she trusts them enough to be so vulnerable around them makes Rafa’s heart swell. He can’t help but love her, even when he’s dealing with her pouting and huffing.

Fred talks about it like Rafa is somehow being ungrateful, that he should drop everything to spend time with his beautiful, smart, young lover, and it drives Rafa crazy. He knows that Fred generally means well when he tries to appeal against his more workaholic tendencies, but he also knows that Fred could retire now and live off his trust fund if he wanted. It rubs him the wrong way when Fred tries to discourage him from working hard because he’s never needed to understand why Rafa works as hard as he does.

He starts stacking the cooked pancakes on a plate on the stove and furrows his brow in concentration. Fred gleefully indulges her in her clinginess, dropping everything to scoop her into his arms or take her to bed. They’ve even taken to napping together with his cock still tucked inside her, as if they can’t bear to be anything other than as close as physically possible. He’s stubbornly blind to the fact that Rafa can’t just drop what he’s doing. If Fred misses a deadline for submitting a journal article the worst that happens is it gets pushed back an issue. If Rafa misses something in his case files or submits something late or fails to prepare as fully as he should, it can ruin lives. Dangerous predators can be let out on the street to offend again. People don’t get the justice they deserve. And even in this day and age, a poor boy with a Spanish name is granted a lot less leeway with employers than a rich boy with a nice American name and family money.

They come from very different worlds, even if Rafa has carefully and thoroughly infiltrated Fred’s, and Rafa loves and hates it a little that Fred forgets that most of the time. Rafa has to always be ‘on’ and can’t afford the same kind of laxness that Fred can.

Sometimes he even has to be ‘on’ at home when he’d rather put his fist through a wall or wrap himself in every blanket in the apartment with a bottle of scotch and pass out. Like when he walks into whichever apartment they’re spending the night at to find Fred in a screaming match with her that he has to moderate. She likes to complain that he and Fred can really get into it like a pair of children, and he isn’t saying she’s wrong—they definitely can—but she and Fred are just as bad. Frankly, the three of them are cut from the same cloth when it comes to being pig headed and it makes for some rather loud and spirited fights.

Like the frequent battles she has with Fred over her occasional smoking habit. They always start out with Fred gently chiding and somehow end up with Fred snidely pulling out his “I went to medical school, therefore everyone else is a moron” voice and her reminding him that he couldn’t cut it as a real doctor and she’ll “smoke a goddamn fucking cigarette every once in a while if she fucking feels like it.” Rafa tries to interfere before it descends to “as much as you like to act like it sometimes, Frederick, you aren’t my father” and “maybe if you knew how to make better choices you wouldn’t be constantly seeking validation from older men,” but he doesn’t always get home in time and instead walks in to the both of them glaring icily at each other or shouting as many deliberately hurtful things as they can.

He likes to leave his courtroom face at work, but it’s generally the only thing that will defuse those battles, or at least calm them down into cold wars. Rafa doesn’t particularly enjoy playing mediator on the best of days, especially not when one wrong word from him will have one or both of them turning on him as another enemy combatant. He likes his occasional cigarette too, and he snacks constantly, and eats terribly; all things that Fred will use to drag him into a fight.

But while he hates trying to calm them down enough to at least stop yelling, he has to admit he loves having people around to yell in the first place. Yes, these fights mean he has to put on his lawyer face when he’d rather get drunk and pass out. But he has people in his life to break up fights between. He can come “home” to people who care about him. People who, when they aren’t screaming, see him come through the door and smile. People who would, and have on occasion, drop what they are doing to bring him something he left at home and needs now. People who drop a sandwich on his desk when he’s working and quietly--most of the time-- leave him to it.

People who care and appreciate him.

Rafa finishes setting plates and cutlery out on the island and starts the coffee maker. He loves having them a few rooms away. He loves knowing that they like him enough to put up with his “shoebox sized apartment”, with him being an incurable workaholic, with the fact that when he gets stressed or angry he lashes out at anyone around him. With the fact that when he does he can be more than a little cruel.

Rafa makes his way back into Fred’s bedroom, wincing as always at how bright it gets when the morning sun fully hits it. He smiles when he sees them still tucked against each other just like he had left them. He loves this view the most.

Rafa grins mischievously. They put up with his innate tendency to be a complete and utter jackass, and that is one more thing he loves about them.

“I just rearranged every single cupboard, bookshelf, and drawer in your entire apartment, Frederick!” Rafa informs the room in general. Loudly.

Fred’s eyes snap open and he sits up, dislodging his sleeping companion without a second glance. His gaze lands on Rafa, who is smirking next to him, and his eyes go comically wide in horror.

“Rafael Barba, you didn’t.”

Tag List: @sassyada, @dreamlover31, @prurientpuddlejumper, @storiesofsvu

[brutal-nemesis]

Getting Tortured by a Ghost 😳

If you remember the tags on this post, you know what’s about to go down :)

Character Picrews

Ingredients: spooky ghost shenanigans, implied mistreatment of mental hospital patients (really just funky spooky messed up mental hospital stuff), tooth pulling, temporary paralyzation, noncon stripping/clothes change, needles

Honestly, Finn didn’t mind the dare. He’d never scared easily, and he was actually excited to get to spend the night exploring the abandoned mental hospital. The multiple reports of hauntings didn’t faze him; all that stuff was bogus. He was more afraid of getting caught trespassing than he was of creaking doors and gusts of wind. 

The place absolutely had the look of a generic haunted building, hallways filled with abandoned, dusty objects and rooms cluttered with debris. He wandered around, his bright flashlight making it easy to see in the dark building. He was on the second floor now, walking down a long hallway lined with doors. On a whim, he opened one and stepped inside.

The room must have been for examination or something of the sort. There was a padded chair sort of like you’d see at the dentist in the center of the room, with cabinets and shelves lining the walls. Finn looked inside a few and wasn’t surprised to see rusty tools intended for...something medical. He assumed. Turning around, he looked at the chair again. You know what, it would be a good spot for one of the selfies he was supposed to take every hour or so to prove he’d stayed the whole night. Shrugging off his bag, he used the sleeve of his hoodie to wipe the thick layer of dust off of the chair. 

When it was about as clean as it was going to get, Finn plopped down and pulled out his phone. After finding a good angle that showed off the room, too, he put on his most confident smirk and took the picture. He briefly glanced at the photo to make sure it was good and went to put his phone back in his pocket. Unfortunately, he somehow managed to miss his pocket completely and ended up dropping his phone on the ground. Signing, he bent over the edge of the chair to pick it up, but while doing this, he noticed something...odd.

There were strips of leather dangling from the edges of the chair. They had holes, like a belt would. But what were they...Finn jumped up out of the chair, backing away from it in horror. Now that he looked at them, those were definitely for...for…strapping someone down. To think that people, very sick people, but people nonetheless, had been restrained here was...frightening. Not because that magically meant that their ghosts were going to manifest, but because something awful had happened here. He collected his belongings quickly, wanting to get away from the unsettling chair. 

But right as he was about to start walking out, the door slammed closed. All on its own.

No, no, there was an explanation, it was drafty in here, the doors in his house had done that sometimes if he had a window open or something. He’d be able to open it just fine, reach for the handle, twist, and pull...pull…pull...

Why wasn’t it opening it’s like it was bolted shut from the other side but these doors didn’t have those kind of locks at least he thought so maybe they did and he didn’t notice and it had locked by accident he’d be fine someone would come looking for him in the morning he’d be fi-

Behind him, the lights flickered on. Lights that weren’t supposed to be working because this building hadn’t had power in decades. He had to be dreaming at this point, there was no way this was real, maybe there was some weird gas leaking in somewhere and he was hallucinating because this can’t be real this can’t be real. But, to be sure the light wasn’t really on...

Finn stifled a cry of surprise as he saw the room behind him. It had become completely spotless, everything in fantastic repair, gleaming metal tools laid out on the countertops, the chair no longer losing stuffing. But that wasn’t what scared him most. No, no it was the woman standing next to the chair, dressed as a nurse with a clipboard in her hand, smiling at him warmly.

“Good evening, Mr. Waltersson. Won’t you please sit down?” 

“How do you know my-you’re not real.” Finn gripped his flashlight tightly to keep his hands from shaking as he backed up into the door. “You’re not real and I’m not sitting in that fucking chair.”

“Now, now, that won’t do, Mr. Waltersson,” the nurse tutted. “You need to sit down so we can get started on your treatment.”

“I don’t need treatment I’m not a patient here and this place is abandoned and this isn’t real.” 

“Those delusions of yours will need to be corrected,” the nurse muttered as she wrote on her clipboard. “And you,” she looked up, pointing at him, “need to sit down.”

And in that instant, Finn found himself sitting in that infernal chair. He tried to get up, run away, anything, but he found he couldn’t move a muscle. “Wh-what the fuck let me go-”

“Patient resisted treatment and had to be restrained,” The nurse said as she wrote, waving a hand towards the chair. Finn looked on in horror as the leather straps rose up all by themselves and slowly started to encircle him. He commanded his body to move, to squirm, to get away before it was too late, but it stayed impossibly still. He could only watch as the straps slowly tightened around him, first his ankles, then his thighs, then his wrists, and then his chest. He felt a final one slither over his forehead, and right after it had tightened, he found he could move again. He struggled and squirmed desperately, but the straps wouldn’t give. He was trapped.

“There we go. Now let’s get you changed and the treatment can start.” Finn’s eyes widened in fear.

“You can’t-you can’t do this to me this isn’t real-”

“Isn’t it?” She was looking right at him, and for the first time he saw her eyes, or lack thereof, gaping coal black voids that bored right into him. She snapped her fingers, and suddenly Finn’s clothes were gone, replaced with a flimsy hospital gown. He shivered in the sudden chill, feeling uncomfortably exposed.

“What the fu-give me my clothes back!” 

“We wouldn’t want to get blood on them, now would we?”

“Blood-you can’t hurt me you’re not real!” Finn wasn’t sure if he was protesting or trying to reassure himself at this point, but it didn’t matter, because this wasn’t real, it couldn’t be. He’d snap out of it soon, he was sure of it, because she was going to try to hurt him and it wouldn’t work because you can’t feel pain in dreams, as real as the leather straps and hospital gown felt, they weren’t real, they weren’t, and he was going to wake up from this awful nightmare soon.

“Let’s begin the treatment, shall we?” The woman pulled on a pair of latex gloves, and Finn flinched at the snap they made. “You need to make peace with reality, Mr. Waltersson, and this will help you with that.” She waved a finger, and a scalpel levitated off the counter and started to approach Finn’s arm. He tried his best to remain calm, reminding himself that she couldn’t hurt him because this was all just in his head.

The cold tip of the scalpel pressed into the flesh of his arm, fuck it felt so real, and as it started to move downwards, slicing into him, he couldn’t help but gasp at the pain because there was pain it was real this was real but no no it couldn’t be there’s no such thing as ghosts but how, how else could this be happening to him? The scalpel made multiple cuts in his arm, each one burning more than the last.

“How are you feeling, Mr. Waltersson? Ready to accept reality yet?” The nurse leaned over him, a deceptively warm smile on her face.

“This isn’t-just because this hurts doesn’t mean it’s real. I-I could have been injured some other way and my brain is trying to justify it because there’s no such thing as ghosts,” he said through gritted teeth. 

“Oh dear,” she sighed. “It looks like you’ll need something more...intense. But before that…” she reached out to touch him, but her hand passed right through, filling the area with an unbearable cold. She laughed darkly and sat right on top of his lap, passing through him but not the chair. All he ended up feeling was a horrible icy chill and a slight pressure. 

“Get off of me. Real nurses don’t do this, anyway,” Finn growled, trying to disguise his fear and discomfort.

“The rules stopped applying to me a long time ago, Mr. Waltersson. In fact, I don’t know if they ever did.” Finn’s skin crawled as her gloved hand traced up along his body, leaving a trail of icy cold in its wake. It settled around his throat, the cold and pressure making it slightly difficult for him to breathe. “You’re too stubborn for your own good. But I suppose that makes it more fun for me. I’ve always liked the feisty ones.” Finn’s eyes widened in fear. If this woman was a ghost, had she...had she treated patients like this? The thought terrified him more than his current, very much not-real predicament did. 

At least, until he saw a pair of pliers floating towards him, the nurse smiling at him as they did. “Open wide.” He clamped his mouth shut tightly, fruitlessly trying to turn his head away. She sighed, and he soon felt the pliers pinch his nose shut, making it impossible for him to breathe. Finn held out for as long as he could, but eventually he caved, opening his mouth and gulping in air to relieve his burning lungs. The pliers wormed into his mouth, clamping one of his lower molars in their jaws.

All the while, the nurse watched him with a sick smile on her face, her aura of warm professionalism starting to disappear. Finn whined, hyperventilating as the pliers began to yank at his tooth. He’d needed to have a tooth pulled as a kid, so the intense pressure was familiar, but the accompanying pain was something horribly, horribly new. It exploded in his mouth when the tooth finally came out, and he felt tears leak from his eyes. This...this was far too intense to be anything but reality. The ghost laughed maniacally, but he could barely hear it over the sound of his own cries. 

When he had started to calm down, she leaned in, her face right in front of his. “Well, Mr. Waltersson, do you understand now?”

“I-I understand that you’re a sadistic bitch,” Finn said as blood dripped from his mouth. He tried to spit it in her face, but it passed right through and ended up all over the gown. She just smiled.

“I’ll take that as a yes. The fear behind your bravado is all too obvious.” She stood and waved a hand, summoning a bottle from one of the cabinets. “Let’s get you taken care of, then.” The bottle unscrewed itself and dumped part of its contents on Finn’s injured arm. The wounds lit up with a horrible, stinging pain, and he fought the urge to scream. He tried to stay as still as possible as a bandage wound around his arm, just wanting to get this nightmare over with. 

His resolve faltered as a syringe floated into view, already filled with...something.

“W-wait no what the fuck is in that thing don’t you dare-”

“Shhh, it’s alright, it’s just a sedative. Come and play with me again, won’t you, Finnegan?” She placed her hand in his as the needle slid into the crook of his elbow, injecting its contents into his veins.

“I abso...lutely...will…not…” he gasped as he slid into unconsciousness.

Finn jolted awake what felt like seconds later, so startled to find himself still in the chair that he fell out of it. He stayed on his hands and knees for a moment, his mind racing. That...that hadn’t fucking happened, had it? He was back in his own clothes, thank God, but his arm and lower jaw were in a suspicious amount of pain. He reached with his tongue, and...his tooth was gone. He stood and carefully pulled off his hoodie to find his arm bloodied and bandaged. So then...that was all real, the pain and the chair and the straps and the pliers and the ghost nurse and her horribly empty eyes.

A terrible thought formed in the back of his mind. He pulled out his phone with shaking hands, going to the photo app. There, in the selfie he took right before everything went to shit...it was faint, but there was definitely someone standing behind him. But that wasn’t what scared him most. No, it was the photo that was taken after it. 

It was of him, lying in the chair, still restrained and wearing the bloodied hospital gown, very much unconscious.

He finally let himself scream.

Tags because y’all said 👀👀: @spookyboywhump @befuddled-calico-whump

[artificialqueens]

The Wisdom Tooth One (Biadore) - Whiskey Neat

A/N: Saw a request for this a while back and finally decided to write it. This probably isn’t medically accurate at all but I hope y'all enjoy it anyways!

TW for mentions of blood

Summary: Adore gets her wisdom teeth pulled and Bianca has to deal with her dramatic ass. 

Bianca could not believe she had gotten convinced to come pick Adore up from her wisdom tooth surgery. “Absolutely the fuck not” had been her first answer, knowing that her lack of patience would not stand well in a situation where Adore’s whining and bitching would be at an all time high. But after much pouting and pleading from Adore, she finally agreed, hoping it would shut the younger queen up.

It worked for the time leading up to this moment, but now here she was, sitting in the waiting room, regretting her decision as she waited for the nurse to call her back to collect Adore’s drugged up self.

Eventually, the nurse came and told her that Adore was almost ready to go home and that she could see her now. Setting down the magazine she had been reading, Bianca followed the woman down the hallway to a small room.

In the room sat a very loopy Adore, with a mouthful of bloody gauze, and drool running down her chin.

“Hey queen” Bianca said, approaching Adore.

“Yanx!” She tried to enunciate, but it came out sounding more like a muffled blur. “Woah what the fuck” she spoke again, still muffled but more understandable.

The nurse quickly removed the gauze from her mouth and began preparing clean gauze to replace it with.

Bianca took this short time to grasp Adore’s hand and ask “how did it go?”

“Wha?” Adore’s brows furrowed as she blinked slowly and looked around the room, confused. “I don’t think I know where I am” she slurred, squinting at Bianca.

“You’re at the dentist, remember? You just got your wisdom teeth removed” Bianca explained.

“They…they took my…teeth?!” Adore asked, hands flying up to her mouth and looking even more confused, mixed with a bit of panic.

“Not all-“

“You fucking liar! I still have teeth!” Adore interrupted, crossing her arms and giving Bianca as much of a sly smile as her numb face would allow.

Before Bianca could even roll her eyes, the nurse returned and began sticking more gauze into Adore’s mouth while she squirmed and whined. “These are going to bleed for a while, so make sure you’re replacing the gauze before it gets too soaked” she explained, more to Bianca than Adore.

“I-I’m….bleeding?” Adore questioned, poking one finger into her mouth and pulling it back out, eyes widening when she saw that the tip of her finger was covered in red liquid. “What the FUCK!?” She exclaimed so loudly that the people across the hall probably heard it.

“Shhh it’s normal, okay? Try not to talk or touch your mouth too much” Bianca told her, stroking the back of her other hand with her thumb.

Adore made a displeased whimpering noise but kept her hands in her lap nonetheless.

The nurse then explained to Bianca what she needed to do to care for Adore over the next few days and finally they were free to go.

They wheeled Adore out to the car, (getting her into the car was a whole different ordeal but we won’t get into that), and the ride home was pretty uneventful considering that Adore had fallen asleep about 2 minutes into the drive.

45 minutes later they arrived back at the apartment. The younger queen was still dead asleep when Bianca put the car in park and shut off the engine. Bianca considered just leaving her in the car so she wouldn’t have to deal with her, but her conscience told her that wasn’t the right thing to do.

Bianca walked around to the passenger door, opened it, and gently began shaking Adore’s shoulder.

“Mmmm” Adore groaned, not wanting to be awoken from her slumber.

“We’re home, Pussyface” Bianca told her, unbuckling her seat belt.

“Oh…why’s my face fat?” Adore questioned, cupping her own cheeks.

“It’s swollen from your surgery. We can ice it when we get inside.”

“I don’t wanna…B, it hurts” Adore whined. The nap had cleared her head a bit so now the pain was beginning to register.

“The ice will help, and you can take some pain killers too. Then we need to change your gauze.” Bianca explained. “Now can you please let me help you get out of the car?”

Surprisingly, Adore complied. She lazily slid her body around so her legs were out the door and allowed Bianca to wrap an arm around her waist to keep her steady. Together they walked into the apartment.

Bianca got the younger queen settled on the couch with a pillow and a blanket and handed her the remote so she could choose something to watch on Netflix. She hoped that keeping her busy would keep the whining at a minimum. After promising she’d be right back with some ice and some fresh gauze, Bianca kissed the top of Adore’s head and walked into the kitchen.

She returned minutes later with said items in hand. Adore was leaning heavily against the side of the couch, eyelids drooping.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep yet. We have to change your gauze and get some ice on that face.”

“Uh-uh.” Adore mumbled, shying away when Bianca reached out to touch her.

“You wanna bleed everywhere? Fine. Not my problem.” Bianca said, quickly growing irritated. She knew the stubbornness was about to come out in full force. Adore was never very cooperative when it came to doing what was good for her.

The two just stared at one another for a minute or so, until Adore finally sat up a bit, deciding that she didn’t like the gross feeling of wet gauze in her mouth.

She allowed Bianca to remove it from her mouth, staring up at the ceiling to try to calm her anxiety after seeing how red it was. She had never been a big fan of blood. Seeing how much had come from her own mouth was enough to make her heart race and her eyes get teary.

When replacing the gauze, Bianca hit a particularly painful spot and Adore reflexively clamped her mouth shut, earning a yelp from the older queen.

“Did you just fucking bite me?!” Bianca exclaimed, pulling her hand back.

“Uhhh…”

“I can’t believe you, queen” Bianca said, rolling her eyes.

“You hurt me!” Adore argued past the fresh gauze that filled her cheeks.

“Oh you’re fine…now ice your face bitch. I’ll go get your meds” Bianca told her, handing her the ice packs that she had wrapped in a towel.

“No, ‘m gonna sleep now.” Adore insisted, pushing the ice packs onto the floor and curling up under the blanket.

“Adore, you have to ice your face so the swelling can go down.”

“But I don’t wanna.”

“But you need to.”

“I don’t care” Adore said, rolling over to face away from Bianca.

“Ado- Danny, all you have to do is hold ice against your face for 20 fucking minutes. It’s not that hard.”

Adore stayed silent.

“Okay, well if you’re gonna act like a child then you can take care of yourself. I’m leaving.” Bianca told her, standing up and walking towards the door.

Before exiting, she paused and gave one last glare at the back of Adore’s head. She stood there for a few moments, giving the younger queen one more chance to change her mind. When Adore didn’t move, Bianca muttered a quiet “wow” before walking out the door.

—

Adore awoke a few hours later confused and disoriented, not even remembering falling asleep. Her jaw hurt unbelievably bad now and her cheeks felt huge. She whimpered and teared up a little, rolling over to face an empty room.

“Wasn’t Bianca supposed to be here?” She wondered. Spotting the ice packs on the floor brought back the memories from before her nap.

“Fuck, I really made her leave…” Adore thought sadly, tears blurring her vision. All she wanted right now was her Willow to hold her and take care of her…and to bring her those pain meds she was supposed to take earlier cause goddamnit she needed them.

Grabbing her phone off the coffee table, she sent a quick text to Bianca simply reading, “I’m sorry. Please come back :(“

After getting no response, she trudged to the bathroom in search of pain killers. She found them on the counter, alongside another bottle of antibiotics she was supposed to take.

After pulling out the nasty gauze that was still in her mouth, Adore downed the pills with as much water as she could manage to swallow, although most of it ended up dribbling down her chin since her face was still half numb.

“Fuck my life” she thought, finally looking at herself in the mirror. Her face had never been so swollen. She closely resembled a chipmunk after it had stuffed its cheeks with food. Maybe Bianca had been right about needing that ice…

Sighing, she shut off the light and headed back to the living room and settled back on the couch, but not before picking up the ice packs (which were surprisingly still frozen) off the floor.

She gingerly pressed them against each side of her face, shuttering when they made contact with the sore skin. “Bianca better be fucking proud of me” she grumbled.

The 20 minutes past surprisingly quickly while watching her favorite episode of South Park. She then discarded the ice onto the coffee table and closed her eyes yet again, hoping to sleep off the sudden nausea that seemed to have formed out of nowhere.

Not long after, she awoke feeling even worse. But this time she sensed a presence in the room. Opening her eyes halfway, she found Bianca looking at her.

“How are you holding up?” Bianca asked, the anger from earlier seemingly forgotten.

“I feel sick” Adore told her miserably. “Dunno what happened…”

Bianca thought for a moment. “Did you take your meds?”

“Yeah, like an hour ago.“

“What did you eat with them?”

“Nothing?“

“Pussyface, you’re supposed take them with food…otherwise they can make you sick.”

“How was I supposed to know?”

“It says it right on the bottle, you asshole.”

“Well! My face fucking hurt and I could barely even drink water without dying and I just-“ Adore ranted, quickly growing frustrated with the whole situation.

“Hey, I was just giving you a hard time. I’m not blaming you.”

“I know…I just feel like shit and you’re not helping…”

“I’ll go find you something to eat, okay?”

Adore silently nodded, turning her attention back to the TV to distract herself from the awful feeling in her stomach.

Bianca returned moments later with a small bowl of blue jello. “Here, eat this before you vomit.”

Adore sat up slowly, taking the bowl from Bianca’s hands. It took her a good minute of just staring at the jello and trying to figure out how the fuck she was going to chew it before she attempted to actually eat some. (Do you even chew jello? Idfk)

First, she tried putting a spoonful in her mouth but it ended up falling right back down into her lap. Bianca stifled a laugh, earning a glare from Adore and a drawn out “this is haaaard.”

After the first failed attempt, she tried again with less on the spoon. Tilting her head all the way back, she dropped the jiggly blue substance into her mouth. Her head quickly returned to normal level after almost choking, which earned yet another laugh from Bianca.

Adore gave her the middle finger as she carefully moved the jello around her in mouth with her tongue before gulping it down and repeating the action until the bowl was empty.

“That was the most entertaining thing I’ve seen all week!” Bianca exclaimed, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes.

“I fucking hate you” Adore replied, handing the empty bowl to Bianca and laying back down.

“Most people do!” Bianca shouted over her shoulder as she went to put the bowl away.

When she returned, she found Adore resting against the arm of the couch. “Sit up for a second” she urged.

Adore did as she was told and Bianca sat down in the place she had been laying so the younger queen could lean against her.

“Do you feel any better?” Bianca asked after Adore had cuddled into her side, head resting on the older queens chest.

“Mhmmm” Adore confirmed, pulling the blanket up around herself. They sat in silence for a few moments before Adore spoke up again.

“Fuck”

“What?”

“Gotta ice” she whined, weakly reaching for the ice packs she’d left on the coffee table earlier.

Bianca reached past her and grabbed said objects, handing them to her.

Adore pressed them gently against her swollen cheeks and leaned back against Bianca. They sat like that for a short while, turning their full attention to the TV where South Park was still playing.

Soon, Bianca noticed Adore’s breathing getting heavier and the ice packs slowly slipping from her grasp. As if on cue, the one in her right hand fell down into her lap, startling the younger queen awake.

She looked down and let out a tired sigh, realizing what had happened. Bianca picked up the ice pack and gently placed it back against Adore’s cheek, also replacing Adore’s hand with her own on the opposite side of her face.

“It’s okay, you can sleep. I can hold them” Bianca told her.

“M’kay…thanks B” Adore muttered, before closing her eyes again and drifting off to sleep for the evening.

[getoutofthewater]

@dbhrarepairs Saturday Day 6 [Ride or Die]: 

[Gavin/Leo]

Rating: G

Notes: Same Age AU, High School AU

Words: 3,200 [AO3]

They met at the foster home.

Gavin went in and out of them regularly since he’d been put in the system, nosy neighbors disturbed by his parents nasty fights had cared enough about the neglected child overridden with lice to call the authorities.

Gavin had been taken away, so he wasn’t there when his house and surname ended up plastered all over the news just like his dad’s brains, and that same nosy neighbor on the TV, framed by the yellow tape, telling to whomever would listen he’d seen this coming all along, you could see that man had lost his marbles from the get go and the missus none the better, it happened one way but it could have easily been the other, the world was better off without them, god bless.

All of this did Gavin no favors, he’d dodged that bullet, but hopeful parents weren’t overeager to  take on so much baggage, by the time the powers that be decided to send him farther away from home so his name wouldn’t be linked to the crime scene, by the time it was all forgotten, he’d already decided he hated everyone, and if everyone thought he would kill them in their sleep he’d make sure their fears were justified, even if he had been worryingly stuck at 5’9 for a while, he blamed malnutrition.

When Leo was dropped off at the foster home, Gavin had recognized him immediately, all the kids there did, with his good clothes and his puffy, red eyes, it was like that movie about the stupid cartoon dogs, where the cute dog is taken to the pound, and everyone is jealous of her because they know she’s different and she’ll be out of there in no time. That’s what kids like Leo were, pedigree dipshits that were there for half a day crying their eyes out while relatives were located and arrangements were made.

Pedigree idiots were either bullied or ignored for their 10 minutes of residence, when it was clear that Leo would fight even while crying most of the kids concluded the latter option was best; but by the second week tension started to settle in, was Leo staying after all? If so the pecking order had to be established, there were one or two fights before Leo had come to Gavin maybe deciding in either a rare stroke of smarts or extreme dumbassery, (it was always hard to tell with Leo) that if he defeated the one at the top of the food chain he’d be left alone.

Gavin threw a punch right at Leo’s face, and Leo in the wild flailing he called fighting had punched Gavin in the jaw, getting him just right in the tooth that had been hurting like a bitch for weeks, Gavin was knocked down to the floor from tooth ache, his jaw throbbing, an abscess ruptured, he vomited. Someone was screaming at them for ruining the carpet, Leo’s blood was everywhere.

Gavin was forcibly taken to have a root canal done, Leo’s nose was patched up.

“I’m sorry I fucked up your mouth” Leo said when he found him that night,

“You just got lucky” Gavin mumbled, the anesthetic working better now than it had at the dentist’s office

“Here” Leo said offering Gavin a granola bar, those things were almost currency

“Are you fucking with me?” Gavin spat “I can’t feel my mouth right now, genius”

“But you will … right?”

“Whatever” Gavin said snatching the prize out of Leo’s hands

Leo sat next to him though he hadn’t been invited, Gavin didn’t know what in the fuck was happening

“Why the fuck are you still here?” Gavin snarled

Leo shrugged, trying to make the gesture look light and careless “I think my dad hasn’t returned their calls and stuff,”

Gavin had meant why the fuck was Leo still sitting next to him but it was just like this self centered dumbass to interpret it differently

“Don’t you worry, fucking dummies like you are always picked up”

“I can punch you again, you know”

“Whathefuckever, I don’t feel my face anyway”

Gavin wasn’t wrong, soon enough Leo was picked up to be taken to his dad’s house, he’d given Gavin a hug goodbye, a real hug with a gentle squeeze, and maybe some of the dummy’s luck had rubbed off on him then because a few days after Leo left it was Gavin’s turn.

Hank Anderson never thought he’d be fostering a child, maybe even adopting the child. Jeffrey and his wife fostered often, Hank hadn’t paid that much attention to it, until now, until his bad days were something he could think about in past tense.

Hank talked it with Jeffrey, with Connor, it was worth the try, not a young child though. Hank didn’t feel good about that, that would be unloyal to Cole, and yeah, it may be an illogical thought, but it was his thought and dammit he was old and what of it if he wanted to be stubborn on this one, but maybe an older kid would be alright, a teenager, maybe an unruly one that was running out of options fast. Hank could deal with that. Hank got Gavin.  

Gavin entered any new situation with suspicion and aggression it had worked well for him so far, and anyway at 16 he was almost a fucking adult, he didn’t need any fucking geezer breathing down his neck, who knew if the guy was a creep, certainly not the social workers. When the geezer opened the door to his house it was even worse, there was a dog, a fucking big fucking dog. Gavin stepped back

“Nothing to be afraid of, son” Hank reassured him “Old sumo wouldn’t hurt a fly”

“I’m not fucking afraid” Gavin spat “And I’m not your fucking anything!”

“Are we going to have a problem?” Hank said raising a serious eyebrow “First five seconds, we are going to set a record, I don’t want to give that old bat that dropped you off the damn satisfaction”

Gavin had to admit the geezer had a point “I’m not afraid of the dumb dog” Gavin said surly

“Fine, but the dog is not dumb,” Hank said patting Sumo, in a way that said, ‘nevermind moody teenagers’ “come in, then”

Pretty soon it was evident to Gavin that the only creepy thing about the geezer was his cringe music collection. Hank didn’t care if Gavin was messy, or if he put his feet up on the coffee table, he didn’t care if Gavin swore as long as he didn’t swear at the dog, and Gavin was perfectly cool with the dog as long as the dog didn’t drool all over his shit, he may have even patted Sumo’s head once when the geezer was at work. Gavin had a curfew but he didn’t really mind, there wasn’t anywhere for him to be after 10 pm anyway, and lacking someone to fight, he’d gone and enrolled in the wrestling summer course at the school, where for the first time his talent for messing people up was a plus.  

Gavin was aware of his luck, he could sit here and wait to turn 18; there were worse places to be; the awkward dinners Hank would insist on having together, where they sat in silence, none of them knowing what to say, trying to pretend the silence wasn’t fucking uncomfortable, all the conversation starters Hank threw out there fizzling and dying like mosquitoes bumping against a bug zapper and falling on the table miserably, those  lame fucking dinners were a  very cheap price to pay for a room all to himself, a bathroom he only had to share with one other person, and knowing he could sleep and nobody would come try to steal his shit or try to fuck with him.

When school started in autumn, he didn’t have any plans to make friends, but he’d already had a head start, his wrestling teammates saw him as one of them, Gavin somehow ended up hanging out with Chris a lot, even if Chris fucking sucked at the sport, members of the cheerleading team would say hi to him in the halls, he didn’t know their names, he didn’t care to know them, but they saw him as part of the team.

And then there was Tina, Gavin didn’t know quite how that had happened, you didn’t meet Tina, Tina was something that happened to you.  Gavin liked her leagues better than anyone at the school, he could talk to her and Tina would actually listen to what he was saying, not just make her own fucking version of it in her head like most of the other stupid kids. Soon he found himself sitting with Tina and Chris at lunch and not hating it, and he’d feel, somewhat uncomfortably, that maybe all of this was actually working out for him.

And one day there was Leo, somehow, standing with his lunch tray in his hands and a fading black eye, looking around the hall with the lost, unseeing gaze of someone who doesn’t really have anyone to find but will put on the show of it anyway.

“Dumbass!” Gavin called out waving at him, as if he were fucking possessed, he didn’t know the idiot, what the fuck.

But Leo didn’t need more of an invitation; he sat next to Gavin, with what seemed a sigh of relief, Gavin’s two friends stared expectantly, waiting for him to make some sort of introduction, which Gavin, of course, didn’t.

“Hey, I’m Leo” Leo said introducing himself, sounding more natural and friendly than Gavin would ever have

“You got transferred?” Tina said lightly after introducing herself and Chris

“More like, forcibly removed from my old school, really” Leo said with a sheepish shrug

“How do you know Gavin?” Chris asked, trying to direct the conversation towards less awkward places

“He broke my nose at a foster home?” Leo’s words got higher to end in the pitch of a question as he realized everything in his life leading to this moment had been a mistake. “but, I also really fucked up his abscessed tooth, so it was even!”

“Oh! I can totally see that!” Tina said chirpily, kicking Gavin’s shin under the table  

It was that easy, from not knowing the dumbass to suffering the dumbass daily. The excited way in which he’d tell Gavin about ice skating, the disgusting way in which he’d puke all over himself when he drank way too much at stupid parties. Leo would take Gavin’s notebooks only to draw dicks with stupid cartoon faces on them, or if he was in a very good mood cute cats, Gavin had counted 3 cats so far.

They would go on their bikes and race each other until their leg’s shook, they signed up to help at the animal shelter, and agreed to keep it a secret nobody else would know about, although Tina eventually found out and Gavin suspected Hank was not as clueless about it as he pretended to be. Some evenings they’d hang out at Hank’s and Leo would make him listen to weird albums as they sprawled lazily on the living room floor.

“You staying for dinner, kid?” Hank would ask if he found them there when he arrived from work

“Yes!, if I can,” Leo would reply brightening up “can I?”

“Sure you can, but text your dad I don’t want him wondering where the hell you are” Hank would say gruffly, still self-conscious of the easy way in which his manner slipped into a fatherly one “Dinner will be ready in 10 minutes, so get a move on!”

Leo chuckled softly when Hank left the room

“What?” Gavin asked

“Get a move on, is something you say now too” Leo said with a smirk “you got it from him”

“Many people say it” Gavin argued which only made Leo’s smirk grow wider “Shut the fuck up!” Gavin barked but that only made Leo chuckle again

With Leo there the dinners couldn’t be quiet anymore, he was always eager to babble nonsense, fueled by even the slightest trace of attention, so Hank’s conversation starters didn’t die on the spot; sometimes Connor would join them too, and that would give Gavin and Hank enough material to keep something akin to conversation when they were alone.

“Any plans for the weekend?” Hank asked as they washed their dishes, it was always easier to talk if they were busy doing something else

“Want to know if you’ll have the house to yourself for a cringe old people date?”

“Yeah that’s right, need to know if I can make plans or if I have to leave space to go search for you when you don’t turn up like last time”

“That was only because Leo drank too fucking much, I couldn’t fucking ditch him at that stupid party”

“Bit of a wild card that one” Hank said, still focusing on the soapy water, Gavin tensed foreseeing the start of a ‘you need better friends’ conversation

“Listen, kid” Hank continued “Next time, and with that one there will be a few next times, you call me, got it? I’ll pick you two up, he can sleep over”

“We are only going to the lake,” Gavin said, trying to avoid committing to anything, still instinctively suspicious of being offered good things without strings attached “we are taking our bikes”

“Does Manfred know about it?”

Gavin shrugged as he dried a glass

“Hmph” Hank grunted noncommittally “be back by 7, I don’t want you two out there after dark… and no drinking!”

“Yes, sir” Gavin replied, without as much of his usual sarcasm

But there were also the days in which Leo would be angry, and his mood would only get stormier as he ruminated over all the things that annoyed him without being able to let any of them go

“I’m just pissed off like all the fucking time” Leo would say on those days looking trapped

Gavin could see it, he knew the feeling, and he’d listen to Leo rant about his dad not caring a rat’s ass about him.

“He only throws his stupid money at me, he didn’t even come after mom died, he didn’t even come to the school when they expelled me! They ended up sending him an email” Leo said stomping his foot against the floor, looking foolish and powerless. Gavin decided he’d throw Carl Manfred down the stairs one day, accidents happened, they would never be able to prove anything.

“It’s all Markus this and that,” Leo went on “he’s not even his fucking kid, that’s me and he wouldn’t even notice if I disappeared, I’m just going to fuck off!”

“You aren’t serious”

“I fucking am!” Leo shouted “If I stay I’ll lose my fucking mind!”

Unlike Leo, Gavin had ran away before, he knew what the fuck that entailed. The cold, the hunger, the creepy fuckers just waiting for you to take your guard down, it was scary and lonely and hopeless, and Leo was not made for any of that.

“Right,” Gavin said crossing his arms “So where are we going?”

They made a plan, which involved less than honorable things like stealing some of Manfred’s paintings to sell, but they would need the money and the old prick could always paint more.  

The date was set, everything was ready there were only a few more details to talk over,

“We should book a hotel” Gavin said “So we have a place to stay, I have enough in my savings for that”

Leo didn’t reply, he only stared blankly at their notes

“Anyone there?” Gavin said

“Yeah, sorry”

Gavin should have known there was something odd then, Leo was nothing if not absorbed by their future plans.

Later that day when Leo didn’t show up at the shelter Gavin knew for certain something was off; they both would skip school sometimes but never the shelter, Gavin checked his phone, no notifications, an oddity, Leo’s phone was all but fused to his hand. He opened his notebook anxiously turning the pages waiting for a reply when his eyes fell on a new note.

“I’m going away” the dumbass wrote “Sorry for not saying goodbye, but It’s better if I go alone,  I have your phone number but I’m leaving my phone at home just like we planned, it’s so creepy that they can track you with it. I will try to call you when I’m somewhere”

There was a big blotch of black ink where Leo had scratched something out at the end and he hadn’t even signed it, when he’s somewhere, Gavin though setting off for the Amtrak train station. Somewhere!

“by bus is way faster, dummy” Gavin had said, “it’s only like 4 hours max”

“Yeah but by train would be so freaking dope!”

“It’s like 7 fucking hours!”  Gavin said “I’m not going to sit my ass in a stinky train that smells of butts for 7 hours!”

But Leo absolutely would

Gavin bought his ticket, got on the train to Cleveland (delayed), and as he did a ton of bricks were lifted from his chest, there was no need to go any further, there in one of the seats was his fucking idiot.

“What the hell, Leo!” Gavin barked flopping on the seat next to his “What the fuck are you even doing!”

Leo clutched the cardboard tube that most likely contained the stolen paintings, seemingly at a loss for words for once

“Why the fuck are you ditching me?” Gavin spat

“I’m not!” Leo said finding his words “I really wanted you to come with me, but you can’t”

“Why the fuck not?”

“You shouldn’t waste your money on this, and you told me you like it with the Lieutenant,” Leo explained “and weren’t you going to ask him about the police academy thing? You can’t do that if we are wherever!”

“Who gives a shit about that?”

“I do!” Leo said vehemently, “You don’t have it to fuck it all up for a fuck up!”

“Fuck it, wherever you are going, I’m going” Gavin said settling on the seat, “even if you are taking us to fucking trashtown nowhereville on a fucking train out of all fucking things, you need someone there to tell you how much of a delusional deadshit you are”

Leo was quiet for a while, thinking or spacing out, with Leo it was probably the later, he sighed before he spoke “Jeez, fine! let’s go back…I’m done being a delusional deadshit for today”

“You sure?” Gavin said feeling self-conscious relief  

Leo nodded, but ignoring them the train started its march,

“Oh, shit!”

“Phck!”

They sat stunned for a moment looking at each other, then Gavin grinned “Nevermind, we can go to Cleveland and get back, maybe we can even sell those fuck ugly things”

“Like, an adventure!” Leo said perking up, “The Lieutenant will ground you forever though”

“That’s on your dumbass!” Gavin said, pushing Leo away playfully, before taking out his phone to send a text to the old man.

[myheroaizawashota]

Could you pretty please do something with Aizawa and his s/o and the fated scenario of getting wisdom teeth removed and being all loopey afterwards. I really couldn't decide if it be funnier of Aizawa was the one all drugged up or s/o was and he just has to deal with it. You can decide which one. I don't mind either way.

[I would acrually Pay money to see this acrually happen hahaha I think aizawa I’m drugs is gonna be a knee slapped so I’m gonna take it thst route!]

You stood silent in the corner of the uncomfortably small room, arms filled with your husbands capture weapon as he sat sulking in the dentist chair. For weeks he’d stubbornly fought your advice to visit the dentist, insisting he could just manage through the pain he was in. You could see minor swelling along his jaw, which if you believed him, allegedly didn’t cause to much discomfort. You’ve learned though what your husband says and what he feels are two different things. After watching him suffer on for three weeks, eventually you were able to convince him to see a doctor. Though, in fairness once he became unable to sleep due to the pain the issue took a lot less prodding on your end.

With a sigh you gently stepped over to where he sat, stroking the back of your hand against the good side of his face “I don’t know why you waited so long to come to the dentist Shouta...i didn’t think big tough pro hero Eraserhead was afraid of the dentist” you chuckled in an attempt to lighten the mood before the doctor arrived.

“I’m not afraid of the dentist, that would be an illogical fear...” He paused a moment leaning his cheek into your hand, you swearing you could see genuine emotion covering his face as he sighed.

You couldn’t help but place a small kiss to the top of his head, leaning your hip against the side of the medical chair. “That pause sounded like you wanted to admit something there darling” you couldn’t help but snicker, his eyes unamused as they glares your way. “Shouta relax....im sure you’re going to be fine...the dentist should be in any moment with the results”

You gave him a small smile trying your best to as well provide him some peace of mind but, you could see his body tense up the moment to doctor walked into the room. You could swear you’d never seen this man express so many emotions before in your life, all in one instant the seal that held back every emotion began to crumble one by one they crossing his lips. The corners of his mouth began to tug into a frown, he cringing slightly at the burst of pain it sent. You both watched as the doctor pinned the X-Ray on the board in front of him. “Let me say for starters, you’re going to be fine. This is just a strong bit of discomfort from your wisdom teeth. It’s nothing that’s going to effect your life drastically” the man laughed “but i do suggest we remove them.”

You watched as Aizawa white knuckled the arm of the dentist chair, your hand immediately moving to calm his nerves you simply just letting your finger tips rest softly on his knuckles. “Are they that bad off?” You asked the doctor, he leisurely pinning them up on a lighted screen for both of you to see.

He hummed and with the cap of his pen pointed to the area in question “do you see all this inflamation? This is just caused simply by a lack of space in the mouth. The best course of action we could take would be to remove the tooth, cutting the problem straight in the rear end.”

You could tell just by the look on Aizawa’s face that he had no intentions of removing the tooth, his mouth pulled miserably into a frown “I can assure you during the procedure you won’t fee a thing Mr. Aizawa, you’ll be numbed to the heavens” he all but laughed “what we’ll do is pop a small intravenous right into your arm as well as numbing the gums with a bit of novicane. It’s easy enough, though with how far out your wisdom teeth have broken, i would suggest we do the procedure today.”

That was all Aizawa needed to hear. Today? Nope. Absolutely not. You watched as your foolish husband moved to get up, you immediately pressing his chest back down into the chair “he’ll do it, becusse with his schedule we don’t know when he’ll be able to come back” you huff, eyes giving him a very tested ‘do not even try me Shouta or you will be sleeping in that beloved sleeping bag of yours on the couch for a week’ look. You watched as his eyes softened, sometimes he was like caring for a child...rational and stoic he was, but sometimes he just acted so foolish. “You will be fine, you need to get this surgery done. It’s affecting your work now. The last thing i need is for you to be distracted by a simple tooth ache and you slip up while out on patrol.”

He couldn’t disagree with you. The throbbing pain in his jaw was enough to keep him distracted in most daily task. Not to mention the fact teaching was made a lot more difficult when he couldn’t open his mouth to speak. With a reluctant sigh his eyes shifted from yours to the doctors “approximately how long do you think this surgery will take?”

The doctor pressed his lips in thought as he snapped on a set of latex gloves, softly grabbing Aizawa’s chin, careful not to hurt him. He’d made that mistake first time around, and the pro hero was quick to share his complaints about it. You watched as the dentist instructed your lover to tilt his head back he looking around at the inside of his mouth “well, luckily enough your wisdom teeth are a little easier for me to get at than most, though looking in here once more I can see the pressure one of them is putting on your left molar...i would recommend taking the bottom two wisdom teeth out today. I can very easily have you out of here within two hours”

You sighed and tuggged Aizawas scarf closer to your chest, you felt bad forcing him along but you knew it was in best interest no matter how terrified he seemed. “You can handle two hours, this is nothing.” You encouraged him lips pressing to the tip of his nose.

You swear you can see the corners of his mouth fold up, even if they shortly after smoothen out back to his normal unamused stoic expression. With his head hung slightly in defeat, he sighed and looked up at you “I’ll see you in two hours.”

-

Those two hours were what seemed like the longest two hours of your life, even though you knew they weren’t. You nervously bounced your leg in the waiting room, fingers gently playing with the scarf in your lap. You knew he was going to be okay, but you still couldn’t help but feel a bit uneasy. Were you sure forcing him to do this today was the best thing for him? You should have given him time to apply his own feelings and logic to the situation instead of guilting him into things. “Ms. Aizawa, your husband is ready for you now” the nursing assistant smiled, she holding a chart in her hands.

With relief in your heart, you stood and gathered your belongings before following her into Shouta’s room. Poor thing looked so incredibly tired, more so than usual. “He’s on quite a bit of pain relievers” she noted, flipping the pages up and down on her clip board. “From what it says the doctor needed to dig just a bit deeper, when removing the tooth the bone fragments fractured and splintered along his gums. Don’t worry, it was all taken care of, but he’ll just be in a bit more discomfort than most.”

You frowned and moved to run your hand gently over the top of his head, pausing when he lifted his arm to grab yours, he immediately tucking it to his chest. Your heart fluttered and you couldn’t help but laugh “I told you that you’d be fine you silly man.”

It was in thst moment your husband did something so uncharacteristic you nearly asked the nurse if she was sure this was the same Shouta Aizawa you had left just 2 hours ago. He laughed, his mouth of gauze fully exposed as he shook. “What’s so funny?” You couldn’t imagine what you’d said that was so humerus.

“I’m a silly man” he chuckled before leaning into you “am i your silly man? You look very beautiful, not that that’s very important to me but you’re so beautiful.”

You gently tucked his head to your chest and giggled, kissing the crown of his head with a smile “of course I’m yours...now come on let me take you home, I can’t wait to tell Yamada about this one” you laughed. You helped him up and out of the chair, his body purposely bumping and knocking into yours as you walked together, his hand desperately clinging onto yours.

As you lowered him into the car and buckled him up, you were shocked when he grabbed your head and tucked it tightly to his chest you nearly dropping the keys to the car on the floor “H-hey watch it- Shout what are you doing you jerk-“

“I’m sorry I’m so difficult all the time Y/N”

You stopped dead in your tracks heart racing at those words. What did he just say? You waited a moment before responding, your ear pressing against his chest as he kissed the top of your head admittedly drooling on it a bit. “Difficult?” You repeated.

“I’m so difficult.” He hummed finally releasing your head as his eyes began to close. “I can be a really ass to you and you don’t deserve any of it your such a good wife Y/N. You’re here for me even when I’m being a stubborn idiot. I never tell you what I’m feeling or even tell you what you need to hear. Even when I go as far as messing things up beyond repair, you still always are there telling me it’s going to be okay, and that I’ll figure it out because I’m the smartest man you know.”

Your heart began to break a bit at his confession, tears threatening to spill from the corners of your eyes as you watched him do yet another thing you’ve never seen. You watched as he cried, “and sometimes I don’t know that i am the smartest guy. I do pretty dumb things. I don’t go to doctors when I need to, I rush head first into things even when I know stepping back and assessing things I shouldn’t and I make you worry so much all the time. I’m sorry if I don’t make you happy sometimes.”

This was so bizarre, it was as if he was releasing four years of emotions at you all at once. You sighed and pressed a kiss to his forehead, your index finger running along his water line as you wiped it dry “hey, you listen to me okay? You make me the happiest woman every day of our lives Shouta Aizawa. I knew what being in a relationship with you entailed and i didn’t care. Sure sometimes it is hard for me, and sure sometimes I wanna smack you upside the head for worrying me sick most days but that doesn’t mean I’m not happy with you. By far that is not what it means.”

His arms moved to wrap around your body weakly and you knew he it wouldn’t be long before he’d fall asleep. You gave a sniffle and wrapped his scarf gently around his shoulders. With that said you headed to the drivers side of the vehicle and started the engine, head turning when you hear a muffled “I love you Y/N. I don’t say it enough, but I do.”

Your wrist rubbed at your eyes and you couldn’t help but grin at that. “I know you do...and I love you too.”

-

BONUS:

[ this wasn’t asked for but I also thought I’d be a bit humorous if Aizawa got into some mischief with some texts! Disclaimer: I do not own the art I used in the text below art credit to Nartothelar]

[marril96]

Absence

Pairing: Rowena x reader

Summary: Whilst taking care of Rowena, reader engages her in a talk about the day's events and Jack's descent into madness.

Editor: @oswinthestrange

Rowena claimed she was fine.

You would have believed her, if not for the large, purple bruise covering her thigh, side, and upper arm.

Being supernaturally thrown into a wall tended to do that to a person.

Getting her to lie down was one of the most difficult things you'd had to do lately, second only to that spell you'd cast two weeks ago that had, while working perfectly, almost set the house on fire. Rowena had been proud. There had been tears and unpleasant memories and a particularly bad nightmare later that night, but she'd been proud.

You had to threaten to drag her to bed and force her into it, with magic if you had to, for her to finally roll her eyes, sigh, stalk to the bedroom (with your help, which you'd also provided against her will. Despite what she said, leaning heavily on one side and panting wasn't the walk of someone who was simply tired after an eventful day), all the while stabbing her heels down like a pissed off, stomping bunny rabbit, and lay down.

Then you removed her jacket and shirt and the full extent of her not-fineness hit you like a punch straight to the gut, a strong one that drained all the air from your guts and made you struggle to breathe amidst a sea of searing pain.

Yes, she was naturally pale, and yes, she somewhat easily bruised, and it might as well have looked worse that it was, but it was still a rather sizable injury and you couldn't just let it go. Not even when she pouted and, when that didn't work, scrunched her face. Cuteness couldn't get her out of this one.

"Seriously, Y/N, I'm fine," Rowena said for what must have been the hundredth time. She was annoyed, but there was no drive behind it, no anger that used to accompany that tone years back when you were nothing more than a pawn to her, an apprentice who cared way too much about someone who didn't give a damn about her.

It ended up paying off. You were the first person she'd come to trust in centuries, all because you'd found it in your heart to care, to give her a chance, to see the person behind the iron-forged mask.

"Rowena, please," you said, also for the hundredth time, running out of patience. You loved the woman, but she could be difficult to handle. Worse than a child who refused to go to the dentist when their tooth ached.

Thinking about it, you'd gotten her into bed the same way you'd get a stubborn child to the dentist — by threats and force.

You set a cup of tea and a mug of healing potion on the bedside table, both steaming, filling the room with pleasant smells that reminded you of spring. "Let these cool off a bit," you instructed. Not that it was necessary; she knew the potion by heart, and she damn well knew how she best liked her tea. Still, a bit of precaution never hurt.

"You worry too much," Rowena said, sighing in defeat. There was no use fighting you when you were in full-on mama hen mode, and she knew it. "I've been thrown into things countless times before. Always got over it."

Ah, the been-there-done-that argument. One of her favorite ones. You fixed her with a look. "Is it so bad I wanna take care of you this time? You're not alone anymore, y'know. You don't have to walk it off and act like it's nothing."

"That's not…"

Whatever she'd intended to say died down in an exhale. She knew you were right. Just as you'd been right all those times before, when she was kicked, punched, thrown around, blasted with magic… You name it, she'd gone through it, and she'd insisted she was fine every single time. A nasty and rather heartbreaking habit you refused to indulge.

She closed her eyes for a short moment, and when she opened them again all defiance was gone as if it had never been there. "I'm not trying to come across as ungrateful."

"I know," you assured her, squeezing her hand. The corners of your mouth curled up in a smile. "You're just a stubborn wee thing."

"I am not wee!" Rowena said indignantly.

You raised an eyebrow, prompting her to roll her eyes in that way that was too dramatic to be genuine.

"You're the wee-est wee that ever wee-ed," you teased.

She smacked your hand playfully. "Shut up!"

You grinned. Then, face growing serious, you asked her the question you'd been meaning to ask since the moment she'd been thrown back into the house, "Did he hurt you?"

Jack Kline was a puppy who, a month ago, you would have sworn could never hurt a fly, let alone Rowena. Despite a rocky start, the two had grown close rather fast, developing a relationship akin that of an aunt and a nephew. But, despite his outward innocence, Jack was still a nephilim, and, as of recently, a soulless one at that. He'd killed Mary Winchester, the woman who'd, as you'd heard, been like a grandmother to him; it was an accident, but he still did it. He was scared, alone, and desperate. There was no telling what someone in that state might do.

"No," Rowena said with a shake of her head. "Jack was… scared. He desperately wanted to fix what he'd done. It was irrational, and yes, I was scared, but I sensed nothing malicious from the boy. There was just desperation. He's lacking a soul, but he still has the good that's been instilled in him. His morals, and lack thereof, are at war with each other. He doesn't know what he's doing, the poor dear. I think-I think he knows he has to do something, or thinks so at least, so he's doing everything he can think of without considering the consequences. It's tragic, really."

Tragic was the perfect way to describe it. Horrible. Heartbreaking. You'd only met the nephilim a few times, but you'd developed a certain fondness for him. Despite his looks, he was still a child. A cheerful little two-year old who greeted everyone with smiles and loved candy. A boy who accepted Rowena into his life right away, without a single strain of judgment. Who asked you questions about your relationship, and laughed when you told him of all the ways you messed with your girlfriend. Who never once thought of either you or Rowena differently for being witches, never looked at you as anything other than people.

He was too good to last. People like that always were.

"Is there a way to fix him?" you asked.

Rowena shook her head. "Unless the Winchesters come across a miracle, Jack is too far gone. There is no telling what he will do next."

"He's dangerous?" you asked, though you knew the answer before the words even left your mouth.

"Very."

"Well, that sucks."

Rowena chuckled. "That's one way to put it."

"I liked him," you said sadly.

"Me, too, dear," she said, clasping her hand over yours. A small gesture of comfort that warmed your heart. "He was a sweet boy. It's a shame it had to end like this."

"Think we're in danger?" you asked. "If-if he snaps."

"I'm not sure," she replied honestly. "I wouldn't think he'd target us specifically, but at this stage, he's unpredictable."

Great. Just what you needed. Another angelic being potentially going after the two of you. Like father, like son, you supposed.

"We should renew the warding, just to be sure," you said. Rowena nodded her agreement. "Tomorrow after breakfast, if you're well?"

"I will be," she said firmly.

Great. It was a plan.

"How you feeling now?"

"Good. It genuinely doesn't hurt." She tried to raise up to sit, and her face instantly contorted with pain, forcing her to remain lying down. "Unless I move, apparently," she said bitterly.

"Then don't move," you told her. "Stay there like a good girl."

She smirked, teasing, naughty. "What if I'm a bad girl?"

"There are spells to help with that," you said flatly.

Rowena pouted. "You're no fun."

"Not when it comes to your health." You pecked her on her puckered lips. "Healing now, sexy times later."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

"Will you at least stay with me?" she asked, not too happy with the arrangement. "I've nothing to do. It gets awfully dull here when I'm alone."

"I'm not going anywhere," you assured her. "Wanna do anything in particular?"

Rowena's face betrayed that there was, in fact, an activity she'd very much love to engage in, but you'd already agreed to put it on hold until she was better. So, instead, she said, "Just be here."

"You got it." You could read, or play games on your phone, or watch a movie. Or, if that got boring, mess with Rowena. Annoying her could be quite fun. "Let me know if you need anything."

"I will, dear."

Maybe you could force her to watch Sharktopus. Or would that be cruel and unusual punishment?

Whatever the two of you ended up doing, what was most important was that you were together, safe from raging nephilims and desperate hunters begging for help.

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[purplesurveys]

634

What's the song that makes you want to dance? I grew up from the 2000s to part of the 2010s, so I think I’d dance along to almost any dance bop that got put out during that period. Right now, the first songs that came to mind were Gaga’s Poker Face and Walk the Moon’s Shut Up and Dance. Have you ever called yourself a gangsta? I probably stupidly did when I was a kid. It was a popular term, so I wouldn’t be surprised if I used it to refer to myself. Do you use push pins or tape to keep things on your wall? I just use tape. I don’t have bulletin boards that have the brown material that would let me use push pins. How old do people guess you are? I reguarly get guesses between 17-20. So pretty close, and I also get to feel good because they think I’m younger than I actually am hahaha. Does it annoy you if they guess too high? I don’t think I’ve ever gotten a >21 guess.

Use any styling products in your hair? Nope, I just use good ol’ shampoo and conditioner. What is your favorite energy drink? I don’t take energy drinks. They smell scarily sweet and I don’t know what it can do to my body. Have you ever snuck out of your house? If I ever did, it was in the daytime and not done in a rebellious way at all. I remember when my younger school bus mates Yanna and Lex surprise-visited me at home for my 18th birthday, then they invited me to go out and walk to their houses so I did. That’s probably been the most sneaking out I’ve ever done. Describe your clock in the bedroom: I don’t have a clock in my bedroom because I’m already okay with my phone and laptop’s clocks. Do you chew on your cuticles (the skin under your nail)? I’ve never done that. I didn’t even know that was possible. Do you feel like you found your place in the world? I’m only 21, I’m still on my way there. I’m fitting in okay, though. What is your dream job? I have several. Astronaut, surgeon, veterinarian, and lawyer are the more notable ones. At one point I also wanted to be a psychologist, then I realized how much it would ask of me mentally, so I had to put that ~dream away. When did you last go to the bathroom? Around 15 minutes ago when I woke up from my nap. Where does the 'magic happen' in your house? I don’t know what this means, but based on context clues I’m going to assume this is referring to sex – and it’s a little disgusting to answer the question of where my family members have sex in the house :/ Do you have pens that don't work, but you still keep them? I have a G-Tec that I haven’t thrown away even though it’s so close to running out of ink. I keep planning on buying refills for it, but I always either am too far from a bookstore, or I entirely forget about needing refills when I’m already in or near a bookstore. What do you use your lotion for? Primarily, it’s for when my arms or legs are feeling dry. Sometimes, if there’s no perfume lying around, I’d put lotion on my face as well to mask the smell that comes along with drinking. Do you own some sort of MP3 player? No. I had a fake MP5 (but it was a cool fake product because it was able to store music, photos, and videos, and had a collection of vintage Nintendo games). Being fake, it didn’t have the best lifespan so shortly after my parents got me an iPod Nano, and I guess that counts as an MP3 player? If so, do you ever leave the house without it? If not, do you want one? We weren’t allowed to bring gadgets to school, so it was a while before I felt brave enough to sneak my Nano into the school bus and proceed to hide it all day while in school. When I got used to it, I brought it everyday. Is love a labor to you? It can sometimes feel a bit of a chore especially if we’re both being stubborn. If love was a labor, would you join a union? Ohhhhh...you mean THAT kind of labor...what the hell dude? Who are your friends? I have lots of them, but one thing that’s for sure is that my friends are either ones I’ve kept since high school, or friends I met during college. What do you consider a friend? I should be comfortable with them and our senses of humor must meet at least on a few points. It doesn’t have to be completely the same, but it would help if we had one or two things to laugh over together. Have you ever had your nails painted black? Yeah, as a teenager. I had each nail painted half-black and half-pink, because that was AJ Lee’s style back in like 2013 and it. was. huuuuuuuuge. I got a few stares in public and I do realize now how silly it must have been and looked like, but I was genuinely happy with how it turned out and comfortable enough to have worn that style of nail polish in public, which says a lot. Is your room messy? I didn’t make the bed earlier so yep, I’d say it’s messy.  What would you do if you were mugged on the street? Scream as loud as I can to attract attention. Have you ever done a Mad Libs? No.  Does a persons dominant hand actually affect the age they'll die? I doubt it. When is the last time you skinned your knee? More than a decade ago. This would happen to me almost everyday because I was a clumsy kid and would trip every single time I was allowed to play outside. Do you own a flashlight? Yeah, it doubles as a taser. Is there something in your bedroom you wouldn't want your grandma to see? There’s nothing too explicit, but there are some memorabilia pertaining to my relationship, and I don’t know yet if I’d want her to know about that. Have you ever heard someone label you? If you mean eavesdropping, then no. When is the last time you read "Green Eggs and Ham"? I don’t think I’ve ever even read it, or had it read to me. If it happened, I’m guessing it was also more than a decade ago. Define communist: Everybody does the same tasks, everybody gets the same necessities. At least that’s the gist I’ve gotten after four years of being in UP. Define republican: I’m not American and this isn’t a term used in Asia. But I do know I like this side much less than the Democrats. Would you rather see the opposite sex naked or dressed in a slammin outfit? Uh, dressed I guess. Is today your unbirthday? Sure. The most annoying thing about being human: The fact that I never asked to be here, lmfao. How many fans do you have in your house? Six. When is your next dentist appointment? I’m not sure, but my dentist told me I have to go back in a few weeks because he has to put fillings on the spot where I had my tooth extraction. Something important to you: My dog. If you had to choose a color to describe how you felt what would it be? Gray.

[wolfqueen-is-here]

“Especially Now”, Jon x Sansa fanfiction

Eh, so I went to the dentist a few days ago to have my wisdom tooth pulled. Despite being on a shitload of anaesthetics/painkillers, I needed a distraction from all the pain, hence - this. (And also I may have found out where the name “wisdom tooth” comes from. Since the extraction I’ve been feeling considerably dumber than usual, I believe that tooth may have contained a huge chunk of my usual eloquence, now irrevocably gone.)

If you prefer reading on ao3, here’s a link.

Title: “Especially Now”

Relationship: Jon/Sansa

Wordcount: 1742

Tags: love confessions (sort of), godswood, post-parentage reveal, mild hurt/comfort, POV Sansa, Post-season 7, before battle

ESPECIALLY NOW

It’s been three days since they learned the truth, and Jon doesn’t seem to be getting better. The Others are closer every day, Bran says, but Jon is either staring at the walls during meetings or he’s disappearing for hours, maybe longer. Even Daenerys Targaryen grows suspicious.

„Lady Sansa, forgive me,” she interrupts her once, smiling kindly. Littlefinger was right, she is the most stunning woman Sansa has ever laid eyes on. The worry suits her, too. Her face becomes softer, almost girly, a shadow of who they all were before the world forced them to grow up. „There are some final arrangements that we need to consult with your brother, but he is nowhere to be found. Would you please ask him to visit Lord Tyrion’s chambers as soon as you see him?”

It’s not even an order, it’s a plea. The Dragon Queen is concerned—and so is Sansa.

She gives Daenerys a brief nod and gets back to her solar to put on her coat. There is only one place where he would seek solace other than the crypts—and he’s definitely not in the crypts, Arya’s already checked.

It’s not possible to sneak up on somebody in the godswood, the snow crunching under Sansa’s feet announces her presence long before she reaches a hunched, miserable creature sitting on one of the roots. He knows that he’s no longer alone, she takes it from the way his shoulders tense up under a leather jerkin.

“If you want to freeze yourself to death, could you please do it after the Night King is defeated?” Sansa asks, and it’s supposed to sound playful but comes out almost mean. She bites her lip, comes a few steps closer, and then covers him with another fur, the one she’s been carrying through Winterfell’s courtyards, raising curious glances.

She lingers a while longer with her hand on Jon’s shoulder. “I’m with you,” she wants to say, but somehow the reassurance refuses to form. They’ve been telling him the same thing for days, why would he decide to listen to her now? He needs to be alone, she knows that, but unfortunately, it’s the last thing they should let him do. They are his family and nothing will change it.

Jon doesn’t move for another two or three minutes, and Sansa begins to consider releasing his shoulder and retreating to the safety of her solar when suddenly he raises his hand and places it over Sansa’s. She’s got her gloves on, but even through thick leather she can feel the icy touch. She glances down and realises that his hand went almost blue from the cold.

“Jon!” she yells at him—or maybe just whispers, it’s all very quiet around here, she wouldn’t want to disturb the gods—and crunches down in front of Jon to force him to look at her. “You need to snap out of this,” she says, a tinge of rebuke in her voice. “We need you. Not in some fight against the dead that we may as well lose even with you leading our armies. We need you as our family. Arya and Bran need you. I need you.”

Jon finally looks at her—and there’s so much pain in his eyes, it almost physically hurts Sansa to see him like that. She takes both of his hands in hers—partly to make him listen to what she has to say more carefully, the touch always seems to work magic between them, and partly to warm them up—and tugs them under her furs, close to her heart.

“I’m sorry that it happened, Jon. I truly am. No one should have to find out such things after years of carefully building their identity around some scraps that turned out to be lies. You might think that I have no idea of what I speak, but I too was always proven to be wrong about everything I wanted to be. It’s offensive to compare these two, I know, but please take it from the deepest, most honest part of my soul: you might not be our brother, but you will always be our family. There’s only four of us left, you and I, and Arya, and Bran. We are the pack. We are a family. We are the Starks.”

“I’m not a Stark,” he says grimly with a hoarse voice. Sansa is certain he’s been crying for the better part of the last few days. She’d do anything to make him understand.

“You are,” she insists. “Don’t be ridiculous. As far as I’m concerned this only proves you are more of a Stark than you’ve been thus far.” Jon doesn’t look away for a second, as if searching for something in her eyes that would make him believe her words. He seems so lost, she just wants to lock him in a tight embrace and never let go. “I know my mother was never kind to you. Your identity was a hurtful lie she died believing, and it breaks my heart to imagine how different our lives might have been in different circumstances. I hope you forgive her, and I hope she forgives Father for what he put her through. But Father… He loved you with all his heart. If you think even for a minute that Ned Stark wasn’t your true parent—” Jon squeezes her hand tight as if he’s clinging to this declaration. “I don’t care whose blood you share. Father risked everything he held dear to give you a good life, to protect you from King Robert’s wrath, from all the enemies who might have come for your head, had they learned the truth. He raised you as his own, and I’m sure he died regretting that the truth was dying with him. You are a Stark on your father’s side, and now you’re a Stark on your mother’s side, too. In fact, you’re more of a Stark than any of us. Arya, Bran, and I are all half-Stark and half-Tully,” she smiles.

And Jon looks at her for a moment with bright eyes—Sansa thinks there might be tears forming in them but it’s something else entirely, something thrilling, challenging even. And then he smiles back. It’s weak and lasts only a mere second, but it’s undeniably there. Jon pulls her closer and buries his face in her furs.

“You don’t have to be kind to me,” he murmurs.

Sansa rolls her eyes.

“Of course I don’t have to be kind to you, you dummy. I choose to be kind to you because I love you,” she says angrily, and to make her point stronger places a soft kiss to the top of his head, not unlike the one he once gifted to her.

They stay like that for a while, hugging tightly, their arms tangled together, Jon breathing into Sansa’s neck and Sansa stroking the top of his head with her nose, until it dawns on them how strange they must look from the outside.

Well, it certainly dawns on Sansa, because when she suddenly pulls back, Jon seems to have been taken by surprise.

“I’m sorry,” he says with a mortified expression, “was I making you uncomfortable?”

“Uncomfortable?” She blinks at him. “Of course not. Why would you make me uncomfortable?”

There’s a long, silent moment when Jon studies her face carefully as if it is the first time he ever sees her. Then he lets go of her hands and hides his own under his cloak.

“If I asked you a question… Would you answer truthfully?”

It should probably offend her that he would think otherwise, but she decides not to comment on that. He’s way too vulnerable to deal with her wounded pride just yet.

Instead, Sansa simply nods.

It seems to be as good an encouragement as any, because Jon makes this stupid face which he uses when he’s being stubborn: like when he insisted on going to a fight with just a bunch of men, or when he declared that he would be riding south to convince Daenerys Targaryen to fight for them. Only this time it’s about something much more personal, she can feel it.

Jon lowers his eyes almost as if he can’t look at Sansa while he asks.

“About what you said earlier.”

Sansa expects him to continue, but that’s all she seems to be getting.

“I said many things, Jon,” she sighs.

“You said you loved me.” Ah, that. “Why?”

His voice is shaking, he sounds almost too afraid to be hopeful. It breaks her heart.

“What do you mean why? I said it because it is how I feel. You are the most important person in the entire world to me.”

Although Sansa has never wondered about it before, she knows in her heart that it’s true. She loves Arya and Bran more than she loves herself, but Jon is the first person she ever loved for who he was and what they shared together, not someone whom she was conditioned to love no matter what. Maybe it was lady Catelyn’s doing. Maybe it was for the better.

Jon still refuses to look her in the eye.

“Even now?” he asks quietly. “Even after it’s been revealed that I’m not your brother?”

“Especially now,” she answers without really giving it much thought. Seeing that he finally raises his head and stares at her, she gives him an encouraging smile and stands up. Turning to get back to the castle, she hears him whisper:

“Sansa.”

Something about the tone of his voice stops her in her tracks. She doesn’t turn back to him, hit by freezing wind from the North. For a short moment Sansa fears that they’re nearing the end at last, that Winterfell might be under attack, but then she hears Jon’s pleading words:

“Especially now?” There’s a thunder coming from afar. Or maybe it’s just the beating of Sansa’s heart? “Why especially?”

And at this moment, witnessed by the old gods, Sansa finally realises.

She loves Jon, yes.

But she’s also in love with Jon.

A terrifying awakening, and one that is followed by the sound of horns from the gates. “They’re here,” Sansa thinks, and Jon looks at her for the last time before he grabs her hand and they run together towards the castle. “Please,” she prays to the gods, “please let us live, so that I may tell him one day.”

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Not That Bad

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word Count: 1,564

Warnings: all fluff

Request by @jae-sch : Okay, so I have another request based on an event that just happened to me, but this time it's an RPF. Jensen x Reader where the reader has a cavity and it's causing her a lot of pain but she doesn't go to the dentist since she hates it. But then Jensen forces her/ drags her to the dentist and sits with her while it gets fixed.

Summary: Having a cavity isn’t a good thing but you hate the dentist. Jensen knows you need to go so he tricks you into going.

Author’s Note: I hope you like this! This is unbeta’d and any and all mistakes are mine.

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“Alright, I hope you like it.” Jensen said as he placed food in front of you. It was date night and when you picked out a popsicle stick from the date jar, it said home-cooked meal and a movie night in your own home.

“You know I will. You’re an amazing cook.” You leaned up and kissed him gently before pulling away. He grinned and got his own plate before sitting next to you.

“You know, I’m glad you pulled that stick from the jar. I think this is better than some restaurant.” Jensen said while biting into his steak.

“Yeah, I agree one hundred percent.” You smiled and took a bite, moaning at the flavor. However, when you began to chew, a shooting pain sprouted from one of your molars and you spit out the food, wincing at the pain.

“Wow, is it really that bad?” Jensen asked.

“No, it’s delicious. My tooth hurts.” You pressed your hand against your jaw and Jensen got up, before coming closer to you.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“It really hurts. Is there anything wrong? Did I cut my gums or something?” You asked, opening your mouth for him to see. He left your side and got a flashlight before shining it in your mouth. He moved your lips to get a better view but nothing was wrong.

“No, there isn’t anything there.” Jensen put the flashlight away.

“That is so weird.” You said and looked at the food your husband worked hard to prepare.

“Should we go to the doctor?” He asked, not knowing if it was that serious or not.

“Nah, I think it might be tooth sensitivity. You know I get that from time to time. It’ll go away tomorrow. I just won’t eat on that side. Come on, we can still have a nice dinner.” You said with a smile and he nodded.

“You’re right.” He smiled and continued eating his food. You threw away the piece you spit out and continued eating on the other side of your mouth. You were glad there was no pain on that side.

The next morning, the pain in your mouth was long forgotten. You had a nice evening with your husband and an even better night in your bed. So, when you walked into the kitchen and saw Jensen making you breakfast, your mouth watered at the sight.

“Something smells good.” You said and walked up to him, giving him a kiss.

“Glad to see you’re feeling better.” He said after you pulled away.

“Huh?”

“Your mouth. It’s better right?”

“Oh, yeah. I forgot about that. It was nothing.” You smiled and sat at the table, watching your husband cook. After he was done, he brought you the food and got himself some.

“So, what’s the plan for today?” He asked, glad he was on hiatus so he could spend a lot more time with you. You were just a housewife since you could easily live off his paycheck alone. It gave you some relaxing time to yourself and you could spend time with him in Vancouver where he films without worrying about a job. To keep yourself busy, you volunteered at local charities and things to help out the community but there was nothing going on this week.

“Well, the new Avenger movie is out if you want to see that later? Oh, and I wanted to stop off at Barnes and Noble because my stack of books is getting kind of low.” You smiled, taking a bite of the delicious omelet he made. You didn’t think about the pain you had last night and bit into the food but cried out in pain before spitting the food out. You got tears at this pain since it was worse than before. Your bottom molars began to throb in pain. When you pressed your tongue against the side of it to help the pain, it actually made it worse.

“Are you okay? What happened?” Jensen asked, getting out of his seat.

“I don’t know, this is worse than last night. Oh God, it hurts.” You let the tears fall and he grabbed the flashlight again before looking into your mouth.

“You’re bleeding a little bit. Shit, we should take you to the dentist. This could be a cavity or something.” Jensen said and you immediately refused.

“No way. I am not going to the dentist.” You pushed your plate of food away. Even eating on the other side would still be painful, you knew that much.

“Sweetheart, you’re in pain. They’ll fix it right up.”

“No, I am not going to the dentist. I’ll be fine. The pain will go away sooner or later. I’ll take some painkillers. I’ll be fine.” You said before standing up and getting some medicine.

“Y/N, this could be something huge and ignoring it would only make it worse.” Jensen tried but shut up when you gave him a death glare.

“Jensen Ross, I am not going the dentist. End of story.”

“Okay, fine.” Jensen said but he was already forming another plan. He wasn’t going to let you sit there in pain. You were always a stubborn woman which is one of the reasons he fell in love with you but this was insane. Fuck your fear of going to the dentist.

Later that day you were putting an ice pack on your jaw since the pain was getting worse. You hated the dentist and hated that you had to go twice a year for a cleaning. But you didn’t want to go any more than you had to. It just sucked that you let this happen to you.

“Hey, sweetheart?” Jensen said, poking his head in your bedroom.

“Yeah?” You asked, putting the ice pack down.

“So, I was thinking…”

“Save it. I’m not going to the dentist.”

“I wasn’t going to say that. The Avenger movie is playing soon. Want to go?”

“Yeah! Sure!” You brightened up, hoping the sight of Chris Evans will distract you. You actually met Chris Evans once on the red carpet. It was a dream come true. You got ready and before you knew it, you were in the car, Jensen driving. You brought the ice pack with you because it was helping a little bit. You were hoping that something at the theater would help your pain.

As Jensen approached the theater, instead of parking, he drove past it.

“Jen, you missed the theater.” You said as your husband drove through the complex.

“No, I didn’t.” He said, pulling right in front of a dentist office.

“No! Jensen!” You yelled at him before staying in your seat.

“Sweetheart, you need to get that fixed.”

“No, I am not getting out of the car.” You crossed your arms and he sighed. He got out and walked over to your side, opening the door. You didn’t move but he leaned over to take your seat belt off. You started to fight him but he was much stronger than you.

“Jensen! Stop it!” You yelled but he got the seat belt off you before he got you out of the car.

“No, you have to go inside. I will be right there next to you. You won’t feel a thing,” He said but you struggled against him. “Don’t make me pick you up.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” You challenged him. He shrugged and picked you up by your legs, throwing you over his shoulder. “Jensen Ross Ackles!!” He shut the car door and locked it before walking to the office. People were looking over which embarrassed you but it didn’t bother you because the most embarrassing thing that happened to you was tripping on the red carpet for everyone to see. So, this was nothing.

“Are you going to behave?” He asked and you hit his back before he let you down.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this to me. I want a divorce.” You glared at him.

“Stop being so dramatic and get your ass in there.” He rolled his eyes, knowing that was an empty threat. You groaned but walked in the office anyway because you knew Jensen would have no problem carrying you inside.

You got your name down and when it was being called, your hands were shaking.

“Calm down, it’s going to be alright.”

“Bite me.” You whispered as you followed the dentist to the back. Jensen was there next to you the whole time, even when they put you under. The procedure was quick and painless and you woke up feeling loopy. Even after he took you home, you were still kind of out of it but Jensen didn’t care.

“Okay, come on, in we go.” Jensen said, bringing you inside the house.

“I feel funny.” You giggled as you walked to your bedroom.

“I know. The effects will wear off soon.” Jensen said, putting you in bed.

“Hey!” You groaned, looking at him.

“What?”

“We forgot to see the movie. I wanted to see Chris Evans.” You complained. Jensen laughed and took your shoes off for you.

“We’ll see the movie tomorrow after you’re better, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Now, get some rest and when you wake up, you should feel much better.”

“Thanks for taking care of me.” You smiled at him.

“If I don’t, who will?” Jensen joked.

“Bite me.” You muttered before falling asleep.

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[meenasmoon]

Could you do a prompt of Johnny with a toothache and Meena taking care of him and also trying to convince him to go to the dentist? .I LOVE YOUR BLOG AND THIS PAIRING.

Welcome to the family Happy-trenchcoated-impala!! I hope you enjoy this funny little blurb I wrote for ya! I’m baaaaaack!!

Toothache

“Johnny?” Meena asked as she opened the door to the garage and slipped in. Johnny had been leaving practice early to head back to the shop and work on opening the family garage. One of the conditions of his father and uncles’ release was that they have a steady work flow, so Johnny had decided to reopen the garage for business, since they all had mechanical experience. His family was set to be released on parole in just a few days so Johnny had been working hard on renovating the garage. Meena hadn’t seen much of her boyfriend in that time so after practice she had caught a bus down to the garage.

There was clinking coming from somewhere deeper in the shop so Meena picked her way through tools and boxes until she found Johnny bent over a computer in a makeshift office. She stopped in the doorway to examine him for a moment, a concerned frown marring her usually sunny face.

Johnny looked tired and a little frustrated with the stubborn computer but there was something else in the way that he was sitting. He was cradling his head in one hand and kept working his jaw as if something in his mouth was bothering him.

“Johnny?” She asked again, making him jump in surprise. He looked up from the computer screen ad when he saw her leaning in the doorway he broke out into an excited smile. Meena didn’t miss the slight wince that he exhibited when he smiled.

“Meena.” he sighed in relief and stood up to greet her, pulling her into his embrace. Meena squeezed him tight and sighed in relief, savoring the feeling of his arms wrapped around her waist and the sound of his heart beat against where her head rested on his chest. SHe leaned up and placed an affectionate kiss on his cheek. But instead if a smile of a kiss in return, Johnny jerked away from her touch with a hiss of pain.

“What’s wrong?” Meena gasped pulling out of his embrace and inspecting his cheek. She couldn’t find any bruising or cuts so she turned her gaze to Johnny who was still wincing and working his jaw in order to relieve the pain.

“Oh it’s nuffin’. Just a lil’ toothache.” Johnny tried to brush it off but Meena grabbed his hand and gave him her best stern look.

“When did this start?” She prompted, sitting him back down in the office chair so she could keep an eye on him. She removed her backpack from her back and began fishing around in the pockets. Eventually she triumphantly pulled out a small bottle of pain pills and handed it to him. Johnny sighed and popped two pills into his mouth with a sip of water, swallowing heavily. He winced again and Meena felt a sympathetic pain in her chest.

“A couple of days ago. I dunna. It’s just kinda bad today.” He mumbled, shifting nervously in his chair. Meena sighed in frustration and gave her stubborn boyfriend a look.

“You need to go see a dentist.” She said and Johnny immediately jumped up out of his seat, a nervous look on his face.

“Nah na I daan’t fin’ that I should. Wouldn’t wanna waste their time wif summit small loike this.” He chuckled nervously and began bustling around the office, straightening piles of paper and fiddling with stuff.

“What? You’re in pain! You need to go.” She followed him around the office as he tried to evade her and the subject, but he couldn’t hide the winces of pain that struck his face. Meena sat down in the chair that he had just vacated and watched him with exasperation written clearly across her sweet face.

“Nah. It’s not enuff pain ter go clock a dentist.” He shook his head and laughed nervously as he fiddled with the stapler before putting it back in its place on the desk.

“Johnny are you… are you afraid of the dentist?” She smirked and Johnny immediately tensed up, that familiar stubborn look appearing on his face. He stopped fiddling with things on the desk and advanced on her with that same look. Her smirk didn’t fade for a second because she knew that the only way that she was going to get him to go to the dentist.

“Wot?! Nah!” He sputtered and winced slightly when the sudden motion caused him pain, “Of course not. I’m not afraid of summit simple loike the dentist.” He chuckled but Meena could see the fear in his eyes as it mixed with the pain.

“Good. Then you shouldn’t have a problem with going over there for a quick checkup.” She said cheerily as she rose and began pushing his reluctant form through the shop and towards his truck. The big black vehicle was waiting patiently for them in the driveway. Meena released Johnny so that he could lock up and made her way over to his vehicle, hoping that her unspoken challenge would spur him to follow her.

Luckily, her bet paid off and Johnny slowly made his way over to the truck and climbed in. He took a shaky breath before he started the car and began the drive to the dentists office nearby. A few minutes later he was sitting in the waiting room clutching the arms of the chair like his life depended on it. His heart was pounding so quickly that it almost drowned out the pounding that radiated from his tooth.

He barely heard the nurse call his name over the pounding but he did let Meena pry him out of his chair and lead him back to the examination room. He slowly sat down in the sterile exam chair and felt his hair start to stand on end in fearful anticipation. He almost bolted when the nurse walked in to do the first examination but Meena’s surprisingly strong grip kept him in place.

As the nurse examined his mouth his strong hands gripped the chair so tight that his fingers were turning white from the force of his grip. He was starting to hyperventilate when Meena suddenly grabbed his hand securely in her own. She stroked the back of his hand comfortingly and smiled at him when his wide eyes locked with hers.

“Well it looks like a pretty nasty cavity. I’ll bring the doctor in to take a look but we’re probably gonna have to do cap on the tooth. You shouldn’t have let it fester for so long young man.” The nurse scolded and then grabbed his chart and headed out of the room to find the doctor.

The doctor, a middle-aged puma with greying fur, came in briefly to examine the cavity for himself. Once he was finished examining it he nodded to the nurse and she began preparing Johnny for his filling while the doctor went into another room to prepare the filling itself.

“Alright now sweetie. I’m just going to give you a slight anesthetic so you can’t feel the drilling. Just a slight prick.” She turned around, brandishing a long needle and a smile. Johnny immediately leapt from the chair and began backing away towards a corner, much to the nurse’s surprise.

“Wot?! Nah that’s ok it doesn’t ‘urt anymore. Thanks. Yeah I’m good. I’m good.” Johnny babbled nervously as he frantically searched for an exit but the only door was behind the nurse with the needle.

Suddenly Meena was right in front of him, blocking his view of his only escape. Her blue eyes captured him just as her hands clasped his, rubbing the backs of his hands soothingly.

“Just relax Johnny. It’ll only hurt for a second and then you won’t feel anything.” He didn’t notice but she was slowly leading him back to the chair. Before he knew it he was sitting down in that death trap with the nurse looming over him, her weapon of mass destruction ready to strike. He felt the overwhelming urge to flee again but his angel Meena was still holding his hand and if she said it was okay, then it was going to be okay.

He still closed his eyes when the nurse put the needle in his mouth. He felt a sharp pain as she pierced his gums and a slight ache as the medicine moved through his bloodstream, and then blissful numbness overtook his mouth.

He turned to thank Meena for her support but his tongue flailed uselessly in his mouth and all that came out was gibberish.

When the dentist came back in dressed in scrubs and carrying a tray of tools, he freaked out a little bit but once again, Meena’s soothing touch kept him calm.

A few hours later when Meena was driving them home Johnny was admiring his new ‘pirate tooth’ while he sang a loopy rendition of 'A Pirate’s Life For Me’. Meena shook her head and laughed but when he began singing louder she gladly joined in.

When they arrived back at the garage he stumbled out of the truck before Meena could stop him and when she pursued him he just ran faster, laughing hysterically.

And so ensued a long game of tag that led Meena and Johnny through every part of the garage. Finally she captured him and carried him over her shoulder to the couch where she bundled him up in his favorite blanket and set him to the task of picking a movie out.

'Captain Johnny Roger’ insisted on a Pirates of the Catibbean marathon. Meena got him some water and pudding before settling on the couch next to him. As was customary when he was sick he rested his head in her lap and Meena stroked his hair soothingly.

He was snoring before the first movie was halfway over. Once he was asleep Meena let out a sigh of relief and leaned back into the worn leather couch.

Who knew that it would be such a headache to deal with a tiny toothache?

[kurok666]

Peter Maximoff x Reader : wisdom teeth

A/n: after months of waiting finally got a good laptop so heres one of the request i have been meaning to write (kinda changed it up a bit but its fine i guess)

Warning : none 

Pairing : Peter Maximoff x Reader 

Plot : The Reader gets her wisdom teeth removed and Peter decided to use this opportunity to tease the Reader.

Wisdom Teeth.

It has been a struggle to keep the pain a secret. Seeing as your wisdom teeth started growing it was going to be hassle. But you weren’t worried about the pain you were more worried about Peter. He was the sweetest thing even if he was sometimes an asshole. He cared so much for you seeing as you are his girlfriend and he was part of the X men and his dad is one of the most dangerous mutants alive.

So you kept it in.

Till today the pain was bearable but as you got up this morning the pain was stronger times 10. You had a fever for the first half of the day and it wasn’t helping that you had a lot of things to do around school as well.

You just kept at it, trying to ignore the pain best you could. You decided to skip breakfast and lunch because lets face it, you probably wont even be able to drink anything let alone eat something.

Peter of course noticed it and found you in a matter of seconds in one of your classes.

You felt cold air on your back and soon after felt warm hands wrap around your waist. A small smile appeared on your face as you looked back to find the chocolate brown eyes you loved so much, staring back at your (y/e/c) colored ones.

“Hey you.” You say as you peck his lips lightly. He only smiled at you, holding you closer to him. “You haven’t eaten today, you ok ?”

You stopped moving as soon as he said that. You tried to think of a good excuse but soon realized that it was probably no use, knowing that peter wont believe you till you tell him the truth. With a sigh you said “my wisdom tooth hurt and I cant really eat or drink right now.”

As soon as you said that he ran off or the rest of the day.

When you got all your work done you went back to your shared room with Peter. Your stomach hurt and so did your teeth. You wanted too eat something this entire day but alas you couldn’t .

Damn those stupid wisdom teeth.  

You got to your room only to see there was a vase of roses, a few boxes of pain medication and a note on the night stand on your side of the bed. You smiled and read the note while also glancing at the box of pills. “hey you. Knowing you , you’ll be super stubborn and wont go see a dentist so I went for you. Along with that I got you a box of strong meds from the dentist so take the pills and go get something to eat ok ? I wont be back till tomorrow, you know, X men missions and such. So ill see you tomorrow . Love you, Peter. ”

You laughed under your breath and took the meds. He was always so caring it sometimes made you feel guilty that you made him so worried sometimes. But you were still thankful that he was with you.

The pills work like a charm and 15 minutes later the pain was gone for a while. You finally got something to eat and after went to bed. It was a bit weird  to go to bed alone because you didn’t do it often and most of his missions were over with quickly but it seems that this one was either far away or had a different task at hand.

In the morning you woke u and felt the dull pain in the back of your jaws growing stronger. You took the pills again and went to get ready to go to the dentist. you soon got everything you needed and you were out the door.  

 A few hours later Peter was back from his mission, that, as usual, almost ended in a disaster. He was surprised not to see you home at this time but he tried not to give it to much thought. But when he got a call from the dentist he got a bit worried. It turned out it took a bit of time to get rid of your wisdom teeth and they just finished up and needed someone to pick you up.

When he got the dentist he was surprised to say the least. You were as high as the kite and with cotton balls in your mouth. A huge grin was on your face and giggles kept coming out of you instead of words.

With a sigh peter took you straight home and placed you on the bed. You , on the other hand , didn’t let go . instead you started whining “don’t go peteeeeeeee!” or “im cooooooold warm me uuuuuuuup”.

You were like a child and Peter didn’t waste time and took as much pictures and videos as he could.

Of course after you woke up from your nap your head was a lot more cleared up but at the same time you were confused at the amount of notifications on your phone. Seeing as you didn’t update you social media much you were surprised to see notifications from Instagram and facebook. But as soon as you opened your profile you knew exactly what happened. “PETER MAXIMOFF !!!” you yelled as you dropped your phone on the bed , Instagram opened on the pic of you sleeping , mouth wide open while upside down on the bed.

“(y/u/n): this little girl just got her wisdom teeth removed and passed out on the bed, I just had to take this pic <3”