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megamindsecretlair · 21 days ago

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Sweet Escape, Part 1

Pairing: Bodyguard!Terry Richmond x Singer!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Cursing, trying out some angst, teasing, mentions of loneliness, suicide, depression, power imbalance. Mentions of blood, knife, and violence, all consensual. Sorry if I missed some.

Summary: You are on top of the world as one of the world’s most popular R&B singers. But behind the glitz and glam, you were unmoored, lonely, and aching for something you couldn’t put a name to. With freakish threats escalating, you turn to your stoic bodyguard, Terry, in hopes that you’ll finally feel safe and like you belong.

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A/N: I know we all have bodyguard Terry on our brains so here's my contribution! I'd love to know your thoughts on the angst, I wanna get better at it. Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, gif, or unhinged ask.

You felt like a damn doll. You’d been plucked, prodded, lifted, and separated so many times, you felt like you were melting beneath the studio lights. This was the last interview of the morning and you were ready to slip back into your slippers and call it a fucking day.

As production assistants flittered around like chickens with their heads cut off, you scanned the room. The lights prevented you from seeing much, but you were able to make out your best friend and manager, Mirage, and your personal assistant, Joya standing by the monitors. Mirage gave you a thumbs up and you sighed.

Mirage knew you inside and out. She giggled, knowing that you wanted to turn all this shit over by now. They wanted you to be here on time but the messy host, A’Kierra West, was nowhere to be found. And if there was one thing you hated, it was to be kept waiting.

A makeup assistant came up to you and blotted you with a napkin. You smiled at her. “Thank you,” you said.

The assistant blinked and got startled and you lifted an eyebrow at her. You’d been nothing but nice so you didn’t know where that reaction was coming from. The assistant fled from the stage and you put it out of your mind.

You bit the corners of your cheeks to keep from exploding. Right as you were about to call out to Mirage, A’Kierra waltzed into the room in a cloud of hairspray and her defining feature, her big ass boobs. The boobs preceded her into the room, tucked into a too small red dress that was better suited for clubbing than a talk show.

A’Kierra took her sweet, precious, slow time making her way to the stage, stopping to talk to the directors and producers, before finally gracing the stage with her presence. You stood up, since it was technically polite, and gave her the fake Hollywood kiss to both cheeks.

She smelled like an old white lady at Macy’s. The cloying, flowery scent tickled your nose. You wrinkled your nose and sniffed.

“It’s new! I’m so glad you love it. I’ll send your assistant a bottle!” A’Kierra said. She grinned, showing a row of veneers too large for her face. You smiled to keep your face from showing your true emotions. This bitch was nuts.

“Thank you! I can’t wait!” You said and sat back down in your seat. “So we did the promo and the commercial, now we just do the whole intro and get into it,” A’Kierra explained.

“I’ve done a few of these,” you said.

A’Kierra laughed, the shrill sound like nails on a chalkboard. Her deep brown skin glowed with shimmery lotion but it only served to make her look washed out in the dress. Whoever was dressing her must hate her.

“Yes, but you’ve never done my show before,” she sniffed. A makeup assistant floated onto the stage out of the shadows and touched up A’Kierra’s lipstick. “Thank you, darling. Make sure my coffee is nice and hot when we’re done?”

The director emerged between the cameras giving his final notes on the taping. He instructed you to be natural and relaxed. You glance slid towards Mirage who hid a grin behind her hand. The phone that was permanently glued to her hand hid most of her face, but you already knew what she was laughing at.

Optics…Optics…

The director counted down and then the popular theme song of the show played. The audience you couldn’t see began clapping loudly, wildly, as if you were on stage for a concert rather than an interview taping.

A’Kierra cued up the questions Mirage had you go over earlier. You handled each question well, playing to the crowd, and leaning into the persona you crafted for the world. The carefree, girl power, rah-rah, confident diva with strong knees and an even stronger pair of lungs.

“But what do you say to all of these mommy coalitions calling for your head, saying you’re a bad influence on their children? Saying you’re over-sexed, lewd, and not lady like at all?”

It was only your media training that kept you from unleashing your pent up fury. You giggled and shook your head. This was not in the script. “What do you mean?” You asked, giving yourself time to answer.

“Some may say that the rise in your career also gave rise to all these conservative groups, using you to fund their message of protecting their children from your explicit lyrics and lifestyle. It’s no secret that girls and young women look up to you. Is this really the message you want to send out?” A’Kierra smirked, leaning back in her seat. She crossed her legs, and tapped her notecards against her knee.

You smiled and chuckled. “I’d say…I’m not responsible for your kids. Maybe if they spent more time paying attention to what their kids are listening to than up my perfect ass, there wouldn’t be an issue. I promote self-confidence for adults. I make grown music for adults. At no point have I ever claimed to be a role model for young girls and I’m not responsible for what these mommy coalitions think of me,” you said with a sweet, saccharine grin.

A’Kierra kept a smile plastered to her face but there was more than enough ooh’s and aww’s coming from the audience. You stared A’Kierra down, communicating with just looks. She blinked first, clearing her throat and organizing her cards. “Well, that’s certainly a take!” A’Kierra said and laughed along with the audience.

You giggled with her, feeding into all the fake bullshit. This was the last show you wanted to be on. But the optics. Fuck the fucking optics. This show trafficked in gossip and rumors, more focused on catching people on lies and half-truths than speaking about something normal.

Once the cameras stopped rolling, you waved to the audience and then removed the mic pack from your hip. You passed it to the nearest production assistant, wanting to be free of wires for a long, long time. Well, at least until your next city stop.

Mirage and Joya fell in step beside you, going over the next few items on your list today. When you were done here, you had a small promo shoot for the next city you were going to be in. It’d been a while since you were in LA and you were looking forward to the In and Out burger you were going to inhale at the first chance you got.

By the door to the studio, your heart skipped a beat looking over the scrumptious, delectable piece of meat you had for a bodyguard. Terry Richmond came highly recommended through the agency you typically used. You ran through their sorry excuse for bodyguards like a kid went through candy.

But Terry was different. From the first meeting, he was completely professional, calm, and courteous. He didn’t bullshit you with flattery, he didn’t flirt to get with his dream girl, and he treated you like a normal person. That alone had you saying yes before the ink could dry on the contract.

Add in the fact that he was a former Marine and prepared for…just about everything, you’d felt safe in his presence in a way that you hadn’t with other bodyguards. You didn’t know what led him to this position, but you were glad fate was looking out for you.

“Careful Mr. Terry, stand any straighter, and your back might hurt,” you said.

Terry stood ready with his hands in front of him, one hand holding the other wrist. He dressed plainly in a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt, showing off huge, bulging muscles. He slanted his ever-changing eyes towards you but there was no other sign that he heard you.

He went through the door first, taking his job a smidgen too seriously. “Would it kill you to talk, Mr. Terry?” You asked.

Joya handed you your phone and you absently went through your texts as you walked. “No, ma’am,” he said.

You nearly faltered in your steps. He actually answered. You shook your head in amazement, feeling a thrill that he was in a chatty mood today. You glanced up from your phone to watch his ass move in his jeans.

He was unreal. A fantasy in a male body that he honed to perfection. Bless his genes, seriously, because there wasn’t a single flaw on the man.

“See, we’re almost having a conversation,” you said. You handed Joya back your phone with your thanks and followed Terry to the greenroom. You couldn’t wait to take off the fugly silver outfit. Why were you so damn shiny?

“We have plenty of conversations, princess,” he said. You giggled and rolled your eyes at his back. He called you that when he thought you were being a little shit. He approached your dressing room and entered first, doing a quick scan for any potential threats. You waited in the cramped hallway for his inspection to get done. He emerged back out turned those sinful eyes on you.

“It’s safe to go in,” he said.

You smirked at him. “Try not to miss me for the thirty minutes it’ll take to get all of this off,” you said. You tilted your head at him. Terry blinked at you. You sighed. “You’re no fun!”

Terry’s lips lifted in the corners. “I’m plenty of fun. Thirty minutes,” he said, his rich, deep voice soothing.

“Yes, sir,” you said. You gave him a stern, no-nonsense nod and grinned at him. He did the little smirking thing of his and let you walk into the room with Joya and Mirage hot on your heels.

Once the door closed, Joya collapsed against the door frame with a wistful sigh. “I wanna pass out every time I get near that man,” she said, fanning herself with the planner she always carried around. It suited her more to write all of your appointments down rather than inputting it into a digital calendar anyone could hack. She never put the thing down. You half suspected that she slept with it under her pillow.

All of the safety measures were sweet, but after a month of no contact from your supposed stalker, you were starting to feel out of sorts. Like this life wasn’t real and you were watching your life pass by on a television set somewhere in a white room.

The first thing you did was take off your platform heels, sighing as your feet sank into the plush paisley rug. “Zip, please,” you said to Mirage.

Mirage chuckled at Joya and helped unzip the tight dress you wore. Air returned to your lungs with every inch gained and you sighed again. “He really is too pretty,” Mirage said quietly.

“Too damn pretty!” You agreed. That was definitely a concern for you when you met up with him. But after twenty minutes of conversation, you were able to glean two things from the mysterious Mr. Richmond. For one, he didn’t play, ever. He was as stoic as any soldier you’d ever run across. And two, something happened to him. Something…soul changing.

Maybe it was a lost love, maybe it was a personal tragedy. Whatever it was, it made him immune to you. You flirted, you teased, you harassed the man. And he kept his attention on guarding your body. Like you hired him to do.

You pouted as you approached a cabinet in the room that stored your real clothes. Next to it, there was a clothing rack with outfit choices that you had discarded. Thoughts of how you could get under Terry’s skin kept you occupied as you opened the cabinet doors and shrieked at the gruesome sight before you.

Your clothes were cut up to shreds, a confetti of fabric at the bottom of the cabinet. Joya and Mirage joined you and shrieked in their own horror. There was a replica mask of your own face staring back at you pinned to the door with a large, very illegal knife. Blood – or god, what you hoped wasn’t real blood – dripped from the mask and down the cabinet door.

The mask was uncanny. One of the most realistic ones you’d ever seen. Terry rushed into the room, gun in his hand but pointed towards the floor. He scanned the room with a flick of his eyes, immediately moving in front of you, and shielding you from the mask.

It was too late. The image was already burned into your retinas. His massive back took up your field of vision, but due to the black t-shirt, it only let your mind drift. Your mind’s eye recalled the mask in every finite detail and your stomach turned with churning bile.

“I’m gonna be sick,” you whispered.

Terry closed the cabinet with his elbow, turning around to you. You looked at him, just in time to feel dizzy. Your knees buckled and Terry caught you, yelling to Mirage and Joya for a doctor.

Terry hefted you into his arms and left the room. Outside, the cold blast of air in the hallway shocked you enough to not slip into unconsciousness. Terry positioned you on the nearest crate.

The air in your chest began to boil, clawing its way through your clogged throat. Distantly, you knew that you were hyperventilating. But all you saw was your own face. Your own soulless slouched face, rubbery, with makeup stains on the teeth, and a giant knife through the forehead.

“Hey, don’t do that,” Terry said. He grabbed both sides of your face. You grunted, trying to shake your head. Trying to shake him off of you. His foreboding presence was screaming for you to run.

“Breathe. Breathe, princess,” he said.

You groaned, turning your head away. You couldn’t stop seeing it. Your face. Your face. Your face.

“Count with me. Six, two, four, nine, one, five,” Terry counted.

“What?” You whispered. Terry tightened his grip on your face and forced you to look at him. His startling light eyes bore into yours.

“Count. Six,” he said. He was so close that you could count every single one of his long, pretty eyelashes.

Your body shook uncontrollably. A lone tear dripped from your eye and you rubbed it away. “Don’t do that. Let yourself feel it,” he coached.

You shook your head. “Never cry,” you whispered. You narrowed your eyes at him. Whatever he saw in your eyes, he backed off. He nodded.

“Count then. Six, two, four, nine, one, five,” he said.

“Six…four…”

“Start again,” he said.

He repeated the numbers easily, remembering whatever asinine digits he wanted you to repeat. You needed away. You needed to be free. You groaned and jerked in his hold. The image of your face twisted and melted in your eyes. Turning your memory into slush. What was even real anymore?

“If you can’t do it, I’ll start with three numbers,” he said.

You huffed as you turned your attention back to him, repeating his damn numbers. You had to slow down, had to think about which number came next. Nine and one were the easiest to remember. For some reason, you kept wanting to throw a seven in there.

When you were able to repeat it three times without stopping to think, Terry lowered his hands from your face. You shivered at the lack of contact. His big paws covered your entire face, generating heat. Now that you no longer had it, you felt colder than ever.

Another tear threatened to fall but you were much calmer now. Better able to hold back the raging tempest inside. Later. Later you could break down. But it wouldn’t be here.

“Who would do…”

“Someone who doesn’t know the difference between a fantasy and a reality,” he said.

It was quiet in the hallway. The studio was on the other side, down the hall. At the T-instersection where you were, there weren’t even assistants carrying things. It was just the two of you.

Terry stood directly in front of you, pushed in between your legs so that he could bend and cup your face. Now, you were acutely aware of how close he was. How his chest rose and fell as if he were the one calming down from the scariest shit of his life. And you were the one who found a fan had attempted to kill himself in your swimming pool a month ago. This far surpassed that harrowing night.

“I just wanted to sing. I wanted to stop being invisible. I never asked for this,” you said, the back of your eyes burning with the need to cry. You hadn’t cried in years. The well had long dried. And now twice within Terry’s presence, you wanted to break down and lay it all at his feet.

“You were never invisible,” he said softly.

Terry gave you a look you couldn’t quite describe but knew instantly. Almost like for a brief moment, he knew you inside and out and didn’t flinch. You cleared your throat and straightened up a little. You grabbed the front of your dress and crossed your arms. The air from the closest vent blew across your back and made you shiver.

Mirage jogged down the hallway with a paramedic close on her heels. She was scrambling, practically in tears, as she ran down. Terry cleared his throat and stepped back, finally turning those crystal eyes away from you. The spell he’d woven broke, stealing your breath.

You took a deep breath to get it back and fended off Mirage after she clung to you, telling you how worried she was. “I’m fine, babe, I promise,” you said. You waved off the EMT and Terry pushed the EMT forward.

“Let him do his job,” Terry ordered. And for some reason, that didn’t bother you a bit. You shut your mouth and stared at Terry while the EMT went through his preliminary workup. He shined light in your eyes, asking you basic questions like your name, age, and where you were.

You answered all of his questions, without attitude. For once feeling like you didn’t have to come out swinging first. The EMT cleared you for shock, telling you to get some rest. “I have a photo shoot to keep,” you said, shaking your head.

“Not anymore,” Terry said.

“You don’t get to make that call,” you shot back. The EMT looked between the both of you, the subtle daggers you were throwing each other. The EMT quickly put up his supplies and slipped from between you and Terry.

“I’m tasked with protecting you. Let me,” he said.

You hopped off of the crate and watched two officers arrive, stepping into your dressing room with security guards from the studio. You stood up straight and pulled on that bitchy persona you were known for. You wore it like a well-used coat, broken in and comfortable.

“Your job is to guard me wherever I may be. I only have a few more stops on this tour and this incel isn’t going to ruin my dream. If that’s going to be a problem for you, I can call your agency,” you said. You looked at him from beneath your eyelashes. Wondered if you were able to fool him after he’d gotten a peek behind your four inch thick walls.

Terry leaned back, his stare turning hard. Judging. Your lips parted on a silent gasp. “No need. We’re clear,” he said, his voice just as hard as his eyes. Cold like diamonds. His jaw flexed and he stared straight ahead, giving you a blank, thousand yard stare.

Joya ran into the hallway, pushing past looky-loos and producers. Everybody had a phone out. It’d only be a matter of time before the press caught wind and accosted you outside. You couldn’t leave in this stupid dress.

Joya finally poked her tiny head up from between the gathering crowd. She held a bag in her hand and handed it to Mirage, leaning over to grab her knees and huff. “Emergency stash,” she huffed.

“You’re a genius, Joya,” Mirage said.

You avoided Terry’s gaze as you walked further down the hall to a different dressing room. Terry cleared this one first, moving about the room more thoroughly than he did the last. He opened the cabinet and you flinched, half expecting another doppelganger staring at you.

Nothing jumped out so Terry brushed past. “All clear,” he said.

He closed the door and you sighed, closing your eyes for a brief moment. That was bitchy of you. Hella bitchy and he didn’t deserve it. You paid him to worry about your safety. You snorted. You were paying people to care about you now. That’s how far you’d fallen.

“Dare we ask?” Joya asked.

Mirage turned to her, making a cut it out gesture. “You can say it. I was mean for no reason,” you said. You peeled the silver dress off of your body and shivered. Felt like shedding snake skin. That was the last thing you needed to visualize.

“It wasn’t…not..for a good reason,” Mirage said.

“It was out of line,” you said. You didn’t typically feel guilty this soon after pulling the diva card. It usually took a few days. After you were half deep into your favorite bottle of wine with only Mirage and Joya as your company.

Joya handed you a pair of leggings, an oversized orange sweater, and a pair of socks. You quickly got dressed, pulling your hair into the best ponytail you could manage. She handed you a hat and a pair of sunglasses. You sighed, feeling more like yourself. You liked dressing up in your costumes for the tour, liked getting pretty like the dolls you used to play with. But there came a time when you just wanted to pig out in a pair of sweats or shorts.

You slipped on a pair of tennis shoes and Joya draped the silver dress over the back of the couch. She took out her planner, flipping to a sticky pad that she scribbled a note on. She stuck the paper to the door of the dressing room.

Terry looked you up and down, noting your wardrobe change. He looked at Joya and nodded and she giggled breathlessly.

“Look, Terry,” you began, ready to own up to what you did.

“We’re good. Stay on me, okay?” He asked.

You nodded. Terry used his full height to stalk down the hallway. You avoided looking at your dressing room. At the…you were going to be sick. Your stomach twisted as you passed the room, passed the police.

“I already talked to them. They know about the, um, you know. They won’t need to question you,” Mirage said.

“Thank God,” you said.

Terry pushed and ordered people to move as he led you out of the studio and to the black truck parked in the connected parking lot. He opened the door for you and you paused before climbing in.

“I’m sorry about what I said. Truly,” you said. Terry’s eyes defrosted a fraction. He glanced at you and nodded.

“We’re good,” he said.

You nodded and hopped in the car. Mirage and Joya hopped in on the other side. Terry walked around to the driver’s side and climbed in, pulling out of the driveway just as the first news cameras were arriving.

You sighed and leaned against the backseat. “Great thinking, Joya,” you commended.

“Thanks, but it was Mirage. She made the point that the press was going to have a field day and I took off,” she said. She had her pen and phone out, staring down at your calendar.

“I called ahead and told them that we were going to be late because of what happened. They said they can move the shoot if you–”

“No. I can’t slow down,” you said. Your schedule was held together by glue, paperclips, and chewing gum. Together with Mirage, you managed to carve out true rest periods. Slots of entire hours where you didn’t have to go anywhere, didn’t have to smile at this, or endorse that.

Your mind drifted back to what you told Terry in the studio. All you ever wanted to do was sing. You watched countless videos of your favorite singers, sung your heart out whenever you had the chance, snuck and took singing lessons because you knew that this was where you wanted to be.

Hollywood never showed the uglier parts. The parts where it felt like there would always be a thousand hands crawling all over your skin. Thousands of fans taking it too far. Sending you disturbing videos of either their tiny dicks, feet, moles, chest hairs, or telling you how much you sucked at singing. They said you were overrated. Mannish. Too full of yourself. Every one of them had a different fantasy of you in their heads. Every one of them wanted a piece of you. And whoever this maniac was, they weren’t going to stop until they succeeded in killing you.

“I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this. It might be time to step down from singing for a while,” you said.

“What! Noooo. Why? Because of this loser?” Mirage asked.

“It’s everything. I’m just so tired,” you whispered. Terry’s eyes flicked to yours in the rearview mirror. Your eyes burned again and you looked away from him. Curse him and his damn hypnotizing eyes.

Terry got you to the photoshoot without breaking any traffic laws. But he was close. He escorted you to the door, a steady presence the entire way. No one was getting through Terry. That thought put you at ease as you turned your mind off and went back to the doll everyone wanted you to be.

Hours later, Terry was at the receptionist’s desk at the hotel coordinating your move. You were switching hotel rooms, again. You were packed up and loaded up into the truck, again. You were checking into a different hotel, classier than the last, under a different name and was once again in the elevator with Terry by your side.

He hardly carried a duffle bag. A small thing that looked silly bouncing against his big ass. Terry escorted you to the room, dropping his bag to the floor. He unsheathed his gun and pressed it close to his body.

“Wait here,” he said. He opened the door with the keycard and let himself in first. He turned on the light and swept through the entire suite, checking behind every nook and cranny. You followed behind him anyway. Even if your stalker did manage to find the place, there was no way he had enough time to set a trap.

Terry came back into the foyer and stopped up short when he saw you looking at the complimentary wine bottle. You read over the standard hotel note. “I told you to wait outside,” he said and put up his gun.

“I’m tired and I want to lay down.” You waved him off. What you really wanted to do was take a hot fucking bath and bawl your eyes out. The “later” had finally come and you wanted to break down in peace.

Terry moved to the door and grabbed his duffle, bringing it inside. He closed and locked the door, putting on the safety latch for good measure. He slung the duffle over his shoulder and walked to the adjoining suite door. He opened it and then stopped across to his side of it.

“I’ll be right on the other side if you need anything,” he said. You leaned against the open door and gave him a small smile.

“Thanks, Terry. For today,” you said.

“It’s my job right?” He asked.

You groaned and rolled your eyes. “You are never going to let me live that down, are you?” You asked.

Terry smiled tightly, like he wasn’t quite used to it anymore. “Not a chance, princess,” he said.

You rolled your eyes again, pinching your lips together to keep from smiling. All it did was bunch up your cheeks and give away the rising heat in your cheeks. “Goodnight, Mr. Terry,” you said.

“Goodnight,” he said. He closed the door and you stood on the other side of it. Wondering what it must be like to know him intimately. To know what made him smile or laugh. What made his eyes light up with joy. Or what brought such sadness to his eyes.

You wondered what it would be like to fall into his arms, easily, readily, and have him embrace you like you were the most precious thing in the world. For a brief moment, you let yourself daydream. Let the fantasy take shape in your mind.

That was a much more comforting image to hold onto than the crushing weight of the day. You turned away from the door, heading to your side of the suite. You entered your room and ran yourself a bath.

The room steamed up with heat from the bath you ran. The clawfoot tub was pristine, with an ornate faucet. The rug underneath felt like clouds. You focused on the strangeness around you.

The few trips you did take were nothing like this. You stayed in nice hotels, hotels your family was able to afford, but not like this. It didn’t stink like mold. The opposite. There was some kind of subtle, expensive perfume in the air.

The bathroom was so spacious, you could fit three clawfoot bathtubs in it and still have room left over. You were in the lap of luxury and it felt like a gilded cage, designed to keep you in a perpetual state of “other”. Temporary. In the world but never of it.

You turned off the hot water and swirled your hands through the foamy bubbles. It was the perfect temperature so you took off your clothes, threw on a bonnet, and sank in. The heated water was a welcome balm, soothing the tension you carried in your body.

The tears came too easily, just under the surface. It slipped down your cheeks and you finally let yourself break down. Allowed yourself to feel the stress and loneliness of the day. You had one of the most horrific days of your life and everybody who mattered already knew about it.

There was no one to vent to. No one who wasn’t already on your payroll. And to be honest, that hurt most of all.

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makethatelevenrings · 2 years ago

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Somewhere Only We Know // J. Tartt x f!reader

Hello and welcome to a new series that has spawned into my head in the past three days and won’t leave me alone! I refuse to apologize :)

When Rebecca and Keeley hired you as Richmond’s social media manager, you never expected your life to change like this. You thought this role would be distant, quiet, and unassuming, but the charismatic coach, friendly players, and amazing admin team sucked you into the raucous circus that was AFC Richmond.

When Jamie Tartt, asshole extraordinaire and certifiable manwhore, is brought back onto the team, you struggle to see him past the veneer of media and rumors that has tainted your vision of him. Will he be able to prove to you that he isn’t as bad as everyone says? And what happens when he begins to chip away at your ironclad walls?

A series of vignettes and one-shots in chronological order starting in season two.

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waywardrose · 1 year ago

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THROUGH A GLASS DARKLY 16

stranger things

eddie munson x reader

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fem/witchy/goth!reader, magic, slow burn (for me), friends to lovers, no y/n only pet names, series-typical horror, period-typical sexism and homophobia, historical inaccuracies and anachronisms, drug dealing and use, smoking, alcohol use, masturbation, mutual masturbation, fantasizing, one-bed trope, making out, fingering, dirty talk, consensual pursuit and capture, oral sex, handjobs, condoms, piv sex, reader’s father is a dirtbag, mild spanking, magical violation, mental torture, body horror, aftercare, nightmares, strict parenting, panic attack, past child abuse and abandonment, semi-public sex, break-ups, angst with a happy ending, tags will be updated as needed

Eddie would have to wait until his lunch break to see this new, hot, weird chick. He wondered which flavor of weird she was. Art weird? Theater weird? Band weird?

Weird weird?

He shrugged. He liked weird.

In other words, you’re the new girl in town, and Eddie is intrigued.

note: Montaging our way to spring break! Wee! (Also, pardon the lack of updates. I’ve been sick.)

Angry faces obscured your view. A wordless cacophony of voices drowned out all other sounds. Hands like shackles clasped your arms. Broken blacktop and brick-dust riddled the ground under your bare feet. You fought to escape, but there were too many restraining you. Your heels scraped raw and skin bruised as you thrashed.

Like a shoal of fish distancing themselves from a predator, the mob parted for those dragging you. You tried to make eye-contact with anyone, yet no one really saw you. Their indistinct yells were neither protests nor cheers, only primal noise.

Dry heat and the sharp smell of electricity permeated the air the farther your captors pulled you. It made the hairs at your nape stand on end.

Your alarm clock beeped.

You batted around your nightstand until hitting the snooze button on the clock.

It was just before six AM. Tuesday. Still dark. School started in almost two hours.

School meant putting on a veneer of indifference. Truthfully, heading downstairs to breakfast meant putting on a veneer of indifference. Your parents didn’t know Eddie had only called once in the two and a half weeks since you’d given him your new number. No one at school knew what he meant to you.

You went through your morning routine without thought. Your parents chatted over scrambled eggs and toast. Mom was heading into work with your father today. There were calls to make, notes to take, and documents to file. They wouldn’t be home until after five. You could impersonate Mom and excuse yourself from school, but you’d done that last week.

You had a quiz in Spanish class today, anyway. You didn’t want to explain to Senora Richmond before the next class why you needed a make-up quiz — en Espanol, no less.

You didn’t know how to translate: Sorry, my kinda boyfriend ditched me because his music styling was changing and my poor lil heart couldn’t take it.

By the time you arrived at school, darkness had given way to a marigold sun. The honey-colored horizon faded to silvery blue in the flat sky. It looked warmer than it felt.

The morning went by as you expected. The Spanish quiz wasn’t as difficult as you’d prepared for. You kept yourself busy during lunch to fill the usual emptiness. Eddie didn’t attempt conversation before American Government, which sucked more than you’d anticipated.

Your bleeding feet left streaks of crimson on the cracked concrete. Despite your pleas, your captors dragged you closer to the scorching heat. Otherworldly electricity snapped and sizzled over the roar of the crowd—

And when they parted, you screamed.

You jolted across the bed, breathless and disoriented. Nothing hurt. It was dark. Your heartbeat banged in your ears. Harsh sunlight filtered around the window blinds. The neck of your nightshirt clung to your damp skin.

It was the same dream you’d had days ago. You could rationalize a bad dream once, but not a second time. Maybe this was a third time? Something about the details...

You shook your head and turned on the bedside lamp.

It was just after ten AM. Sunday. Mom would serve breakfast soon.

You took your diary from the nightstand to record what you’d seen. Halfway through, Mom knocked on your door, announcing food was ready. You launched from the bed and called back you’d be down in a minute. Your rumpled, sweat-ringed shirt spoke to the contrary, but whatever.

With a quick change, you scurried downstairs. Sunday Morning played on the small kitchen TV. The scent of coffee and browning sausage patties filled your nose. Maple syrup, butter, and a platter of steaming pancakes waited buffet-style on the counter.

After everyone settled at the table, your father announced he would be in Louisville next weekend for an investor conference. Mom nodded along, asking if she needed to have his car serviced. She sounded like his secretary, which she’d been before you were born. She’d been his “girl.” In most respects, she still was. Their dynamic made you never want to marry. You didn’t want to be some man’s assistant, you wanted a partner.

Your father replied he would rent a car instead. It was easier to deduct tax-wise. Mom agreed before taking a dainty sip of her coffee.

Conversation tapered off as Face the Nation recapped the past week’s events. Your father focused on the show while chopping a wedge from his pancake stack.

Mom turned to you and said, “How about we have a girls’ weekend?”

Her kind yet serious expression put you on high alert. She hadn’t offered an expression like that since she broke the news of the move. Syrup dripped from the bite of pancake on your fork.

“Uh, sure,” you said oh-so suavely.

Everything was under control. Situation normal. Everything was perfectly alright now. You were fine. You were all fine, here, now, thanks.

She smiled what you’d referred to as her beauty-pageant smile. It was the one she used as a genial mask.

“We’ll rent a few movies and eat pizza!” she said. “How about facials? Mani-pedis?” She set her mug on her placemat. “A salon visit? Maybe a stop by that boutique on Main? Oh, I know, I’ll make a list!”

She stood before you could answer.

Eddie knew he couldn’t afford to skip American Government like he had been. O’Donnell was such a hardass about homework, proper grammar and complete sentences on tests, class participation, and attendance.

She abhorred his long hair and ripped jeans. Hell, last year she’d sent him to the office before Homeroom for the patches on his battle vest. Her nose curled when she addressed him, as if he stank. Which he did not, thank you very much. He showered and wore deodorant every day.

However, he’d much prefer to lie on the couch while eating spray cheese from the can instead of facing the world. Which was pathetic, and he’d rather not have anyone know. Not even Wayne, but especially not you.

Jesus Christ, he’d fucked up so bad. As per usual.

You hadn’t glanced at him when the semester started. It was more than you ignoring him. You didn’t notice him anymore. Or like you’d seen the real him and didn’t find him worth the effort.

That hurt like a bitch.

That was karma, he guessed. Now that he thought about it, he didn’t agree with the adage that karma was a bitch. No, karma was a virgin. Karma teased and hinted and strung him along. Karma gave him metaphorical blue balls.

He could have this little good thing, but it would cost him a bigger, better thing that he wouldn’t know the existence of until it was ripped away. Like getting a mediocre handy, then finding out after he’d come he could’ve been balls deep in the slickest, hottest, tightest hole in the universe.

Except, this time he’d given himself the handy.

He made a face at the wording. Luckily, he was alone in the Auto Tech garage. He switched positions on the workbench stool and stared at the Music Theory worksheet he needed to finish by tomorrow morning.

He kept recalling how your gaze had met his during the previous class. Your expression went from neutrally attentive to goddamn miserable. He wanted to drag you from the classroom to apologize and explain better. Explain in a way you’d understand and was coherent. It all made sense in his head, where he was eloquent and astute, but his words came out all wrong. He sounded one evolutionary step away from a proto-neanderthal, a caveman, an idiot.

All he could think of was your misery. He’d done that. He hadn’t kept trying. He let you remain miserable.

So, yeah, he’d wanted to drag you from the classroom and kiss your misery away. He wanted to take you home, play his new compositions for you, prove to you the time apart was productive.

Maybe he should record a few on the boombox — if it had the right input jack. Then he could write a letter. He was better on paper, anyway. He was an experienced dungeon master and storyteller. He was eloquent and a fast-thinker during sessions. It stood to reason he could translate those skills to a fucking letter—

“Munson,” said Mr. Thompson, the Auto Tech teacher.

The main door clunked shut. He whirled around to face Mr. Thompson, who raised an eyebrow at him.

“Hail, car-lord and master!” he said with an innocent smile and raised hand.

The corner of Mr. Thompson’s lips curled before he shook his head.

“If I catch you in here again before the bell, I’m taking you to Higgins.”

Eddie saluted, while thinking of the next warm place he could hide during fifth period.

“Understood, sire.”

Mr. Thompson waved it off and headed for his locked office.

“This isn’t a study hall, son, get off your duff and help me wheel the tool chests out.”

“Yes, sir.”

Mom said, “—And this is my daughter,” as you stopped next to her at the front counter of Family Video.

On the other side, the clerk blushed deeper.

“Oh, uh, yeah.” He gave you a startled smile. “Nice to meet you.”

You replied with a ‘hey’ and set the three VHS cases in front of him.

The clerk was cute. Actually, he was downright pretty with thick golden-brown hair, a perfectly symmetrical face, and big brown eyes. The preppy polo shirt worked with his broad shoulders and tapering torso. He looked like someone your father would approve of, despite working at a chain video rental store. Unlike certain unemployed musicians who sold drugs and drove a rusty van that screamed ‘stranger danger.’

You tried to keep the bitter thought from your face.

“I hope you found what you were looking for,” said the clerk, glancing between you and Mom.

In nearly a purr, Mom said, “And then some.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. Was Mom flirting with this dude? You gave her a quick look. Her grin was on the seductive side. Her body had loosened, shoulder and opposite hip tilting.

The clerk’s expression turned coy as he checked the cases.

“I’m so glad to hear it.” He winked before logging the tapes into the system. “We’re running a special this weekend, so that’ll be six dollars.”

There was no sign advertising such a special.

You focused on the candy display to your left to distance yourself, because you didn’t know what the hell you felt. It was cool to get a discount. It was not cool to watch your mother flirt with someone half her age. And you knew the clerk would remember this interaction for weeks to come, too, so you’d have to return the tapes via the slot by the door. There was no way you’d show your face in here until summer.

Once the clerk slid the cases across the counter, you took them and nudged Mom with an elbow. She tittered at something the clerk said.

Under your breath, you said, “Oh my fucking god.”

Mom bid him a good night. He replied something along the lines of the two of you having a better one. It was an opening to continue to flirt, or invite him over, or return at closing. She touched his wrist as she thanked him and then sashayed to the front doors.

You followed her, hoping to block his view. He couldn’t afford the lifestyle she’d become accustomed to, anyway, and you certainly didn’t want a stepfather who was maybe four years your senior. With a peek over your shoulder, you found him watching regardless.

She held the door for you, all gracious and smiling. She glowed as if she’d just returned from the spa. You rolled your eyes when you passed her. She remained quiet until you both were in the car.

“Well, he was a nice young man,” she said as she started the engine.

You laughed, sounding a touch hysterical.

She asked, “What?”

“‘Nice’? Really?” You pulled the seatbelt across your body. “He was practically propositioning you.”

“Oh, pfft!” She flicked a hand out. “That meant nothing.”

“He probably thinks you’re a single mom looking for a good time.”

She giggled as she latched her seatbelt. “I doubt that.”

“I don’t.”

She made a face, though her amusement was palpable.

“I’m going to tell Dad,” you said to tease her.

She gasped while reversing from the parking spot.

“You wouldn’t!”

“Why not?” You smiled and bit your lip. “It meant nothing, right?”

Taking on a faux-haughty air, she said, “Fine, tell him. He’ll be proud of the discount.”

You laughed a drawn-out ‘oh-ho.’ “Three whole dollars!”

“Which I will be spending on you tomorrow.”

“Hush money. Nice.” You nodded. “I’ll keep your new boy-toy a secret, Mother-dearest.”

“Why, thank you, darling daughter.”

The crowd parted as the heat grew. You turned your face into your shoulder, squeezing your eyes closed. You couldn’t look. This couldn’t be happening. They were going to burn you at the stake. This couldn’t be happening. They’d discovered you were a witch. This couldn’t be happening. They feared you. They hated you.

Were there others? If you opened your eyes, would you see charred remains?

Skin burned away in blackened lumps. Eye sockets empty. Mouths open in eternal torment.

Someone yelled, “Throw the bitch!”

You opened your eyes. This was happening.

People from the crowd dragged ends of a barbed-wire barrier apart. Beyond lay a chasm glowing orange-red, like the mouth of a volcano. They weren’t burning you at the stake, they were hurling you into the center of the Earth.

You fought anew, twisting and kicking and pulling. New hands grasped at your arms. Someone fisted your hair and shook your head. You gritted your teeth, daring them to get closer.

Golden lightning arced from the chasm. You gasped, eyes going wide. Goosebumps swept over your body in one shivering wave.

The chasm didn’t lead to the center of the Earth. It was something different, something unnatural. The chasm became a gaping maw. It was going to swallow you, reduce and destroy you. There was nothing you could do to stop it. Your magic remained too mundane.

“You’re doomed, cursed, forsaken,” you whispered. “You shall never find peace. You’ll never know victory.” Your fingers strained claw-like towards the ground as you called energy to you. “You’re condemned with me, you pathetic motherfuckers.”

One of your captors smacked the back of your head.

“Shut up.”

“No, fuck you! Let me go!” You thrashed and growled. “No!”

A gentle hand shook your shoulder. You flinched from the touch. It didn’t belong. Soft words pulled at your attention. They didn’t belong, either.

“Wake up!”

Your eyes snapped open. It was night. Friday. You were in your dark living room, snuggled in the sofa’s corner under a throw blanket. A figure blocked the flickering TV in the corner. You blinked a few times before everything came into focus. The figure was Mom. You were safe.

The greasy pizza box lay on the coffee table. Your mouth vaguely tasted of spicy pepperoni.

Mom softly said, “Hey, you’re okay.”

You nodded and uncurled your legs to sit up.

She backed away to click on the nearest lamp. You closed your eyes at the light.

The TV went quiet.

“Want to talk about it?” she asked.

Scrubbing hands over your face, you said, “No, it was just a dream.”

A dream which you’d been keeping at bay with a bowl of new crystals and stones by your bed. Unfortunately, it seemed their reach was limited. You would need to purify and charge everything tomorrow. And perhaps order a necklace to wear at night. Onyx could work. Maybe obsidian? Jasper?

“Pretty bad one, I’d say.”

You shook your head to concentrate on the conversation. Your mind felt wrapped in cotton wool.

“No, it— I mean, I guess?”

“Well, it’s no wonder with the SATs in a few weeks.” She sighed. “Aren’t midterms soon?”

“Uh, kinda? In March?”

She hummed as though you’d confirmed some suspicion of hers. “I’ll keep your father off your back. I know he’s been a bit much.”

You made a face, because, oh yeah, he’d been a bit much all right. He’d been bugging you about school at breakfast and dinner. He asked after your SAT prep as well.

Mom chuckled, saying, “He really wants you to do well on your SATs.”

“I do, too.”

“I’ll tell you a little secret: you’re doing better in school than he ever did.”

“Really?”

“Yup! His grades were so-so, and he only got into Columbia because his guidance counselor was an alum.”

“No way.”

She nodded.

“His father was friends with people on the admissions board, too.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“Well...” She shrugged. “He likes to think of himself a self-made man, but...” She shook her head. “Between his father and his cronies, the frat brothers, he wouldn’t be where he is now.”

“How did you find out all this?” you asked.

She gave you a knowing look.

“People like to talk to me.”

Glacial wind outside had driven most students into the cafeteria for lunch. Warmth from the additional bodies and the kitchen steam-tables fogged the windows. The air smelled like a meatloaf TV dinner, making Eddie’s stomach rumble.

“So, what are you and your ladylove doing on Valentine’s?” Gareth asked before taking a swig of his milk.

Eddie frowned at his half-empty baggie of baked cheese bites and purloined Mountain Dew. Valentine’s Day was Friday. He hadn’t spoken to you in too long. Honestly, he’d lost his nerve when the boombox didn’t have the right input jack to record his new stuff properly. The boombox’s built-in mic sucked. Everything had sounded like crap.

He hadn’t thought there was a point in writing a letter without proof of creation. It would be a hollow gesture at best and, at worst, look like a desperate attempt for your attention. You were already pissed at him. He didn’t want you losing respect for him, too.

“Nothing,” he said.

“What? Why?” asked Gareth.

“We’re paused.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“It means we’re paused, man. I told her I needed space.”

“You what?” Jeff asked the same time Gareth exclaimed, “No!”

Dougie’s rounded eyes said everything as Dustin coughed around a mouthful of peas and carrots. Mike narrowed his eyes in irritation at Eddie while he thumped a hand on Dustin’s back.

“It’s for us!” Eddie said to Gareth. “We’re practicing more, right? Writing more. We’re getting better.”

“But you let that-that... That babe go?” Gareth asked.

“I mean, not exactly? I said it was only ‘til the Battle of the Bands.”

Pointedly, Jeff said, “In April.”

“Yeah, in April.”

“A lot of shit can happen between now and April.”

“Yeah, like someone else snatching her up,” Mike said.

“She’s not a shirt at the thrift store, dipshits.”

Gareth said, “Uh, no, she’s probably one of the coolest girls in this school,” and threw the last bite of his dinner roll at Eddie.

It hit him square on the forehead.

“King Dipshit.”

He sat by the bedside phone and couldn’t stop his knee from bouncing. His bedroom was too cold. He’d forgotten to remove the A/C unit from the window. He could wrestle it out now.

He stood.

It took him and Wayne to install it, though. There was no way in hell he’d be able to uninstall it by himself. He didn’t need to drop an A/C unit from his window on a Thursday evening.

God, this was such bullshit, he thought. Valentine’s Day was such bullshit.

You probably didn’t care about it. He’d never given it a lot of thought. Other than the discounted candy the day after, of course. Maybe he should rent My Bloody Valentine and get high tomorrow. Surely, there was time to pop by Family Video before practice.

He turned to the nightstand to retrieve his wallet and keys.

There was the phone. Sitting there. Waiting. Judging him.

Was it a dick move to call? He didn’t want to hurt you. He sat on the bed and lifted the receiver. He only wanted to hear your voice and catch up a little. With a sigh, he dialed your number.

He didn’t want you — or the relationship with you — to be a fond memory. He didn’t want to look back on this time and sigh wistfully. He wanted to keep making memories with you.

He couldn’t make memories if he stayed silent.

“Hello?”

“I don’t want you to be a memory.”

It was quiet for a beat.

“What?”

“I— Uh... Sorry. It’s me, Eddie.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Okay, yeah, good.” So eloquent, Dungeon Master. He rested his forehead on his hand. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

“Can you talk?”

“Yeah, I can talk.”

“What were you doing?”

“Reading.”

“Reading what?”

“The House on the Strand.”

“Good?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s it about?”

You sighed. “Eddie, what do you want? What do you mean, you don’t want me to be a memory?”

“I was thinking about us. About you. I don’t want to be nostalgic about you.”

“Okay...?”

“I don’t want to lose you, is what I’m saying. I don’t want to look back at this year and think about how great you were. I want to know how great you are.” He gnawed on his lip. “You know what I mean?”

You sounded hoarse as you said, “Yeah, I think so.”

“And I...” He combed at his bangs. “Look, I know my actions aren’t matching up with that shit, but...” His finger snagged in a tangle. “I’m working and practicing every damn day. When I’m not at school, I’m practicing and writing. When I’m not doing that, I’m making money.”

“And sometimes you play D&D.”

He grinned for a second, rubbing at an eye. It was good to hear you tease.

“Look, I’m a total fuck-up, I know—”

You cut him off, voice thick, “No, you’re not.”

“I fucked us, though. I fucked us. I know I did.” He scoffed at himself. “It’s the Munson Doctrine: Everything that can fuck up will fuck up.” He shook his head and cleared the sudden strain in his throat. “But I’m gonna unfuck us. Me and the guys are going to win in April, and you’re going to be there, and we’ll graduate and leave this stupid town.”

You sniffled.

Shit, he made you cry.

His chest tightened as his eyes grew hot with empathetic tears. He couldn’t make his voice work. If he tried, it would break. Then he’d sound like he was going through puberty again. That shit was bad enough the first time.

After a minute, your creaky voice asked, “Have you heard Metallica’s new single?”

He swallowed the lump in his throat.

“Y-yeah, I preordered the album.”

You wetly sniffed.

“You’ll have to tell me if it’s any good.”

“If you want, you can come over after school.” He rested his forehead in his hand again, certain he’d chosen the wrong thing to say. “Only if you want, of course. No pressure.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

He nodded as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Yeah, definitely the wrong thing.

“Yeah, of course, you’re right. I’ll make you a copy.”

“It’s not like I don’t want to, but...”

“No, I get it. I said a pause, and that means no home visits.”

“You know, our pause doesn’t mean you should skip O’Donnell’s.”

He played with a fray in his jeans.

“Eddie, I’m serious. She takes points off.”

“I’ll talk to her tomorrow.” He shrugged. “See if she’ll give me extra credit.”

“It’s worth a shot.”

“Yeah, I need her class to graduate.”

With a grin in your voice, you said, “Use those pretty eyes of yours.”

A flash of tingling warmth brought a smile to his face.

“Stop...”

“Be your charming self, honey. How could anyone resist you?”

His cheeks heated, and stomach swooped. He couldn’t find a decent retort. All he wanted to ask was if you were beginning to forgive him. However, he knew that would spoil the conversation. But oh, how he wanted to know.

“You got me blushing.”

“I know.”

He groaned and collapsed to the side. Your answering giggle killed him. Utter devastation with no survivors. He wished he could see your smile, how your eyes sparkled. It would make his death worth it.

“Are you doing anything tonight?”

“Well, no... I mean, I finished my homework.”

“I’m practicing with the guys—” He checked the bedside clock. “In about an hour.”

“Shouldn’t you be getting ready, then?”

“Probably.” He gnawed at his bottom lip. “You wanna hang out? Hear some of our new stuff? Gareth’s got a heated garage...”

You breathed deep.

“Eddie... I can’t. The last time...”

He vividly remembered the last time you saw him play. You’d been so sexy. He remembered your skirt and your pantyhose — which he’d ripped to get at you — your smeared lipstick and the way it tasted. He remembered the clutch of your sweet pussy and how it pulsed around his dick when you came. Your thighs had squeezed his waist. You’d pulled his hair and grabbed his ass.

He went hot, with his dick at half-mast, just recalling those disjointed details now.

“No repeat performance?”

“Don’t get me wrong. I love watching you and the guys play...”

“But...?”

“But I don’t trust myself.”

His pelvis flexed forward as the heaviness between his legs increased. The fine cotton of his boxers rubbed at his cockhead. He tempted you. You wanted him as much as he wanted you. If you were beside him with your dark-headshop scent and soft skin, confessing that in his ear, he’d nut.

He whispered, “Jesus,” voice sounding strained.

“Yeah.”

“Sorry about this shit.”

He wanted to end the pause, offer it up like a sacrifice. He hadn’t been lying when he’d said the band was practicing and writing more. They had a good chunk of five more original songs in the bag. They’d all agreed to buy Master of Puppets and attempt to cover one of the songs. The album wouldn’t be out until next month, though, and currently the album’s songbook had no release date.

Your smile was evident in your voice as you said, “You’re just sorry you won’t be fucking me behind, like, Gareth’s garage.”

“Well, yeah, I’ll fuck you anywhere you’ll let me.”

He realized too late his tone had been too sultry to be playful.

The smile was gone from your voice. “Eddie, don’t, please.”

He leaned into the sultriness, because he might as well.

“Hey, don’t forget my offer from New Year’s.”

“How could I forget?”

“You think about it?”

“Like I’m answering that.”

He rolled onto his back to palm his crotch.

“I do.”

After a breathless moment, you asked, “What do you think about?”

“Having to fuck you on the floor to keep your parents from hearing.” Yeah, he’d like you bouncing on his lap, reverse cowgirl. He’d play with your tits. “Covering your mouth with my hand because you’re too loud.” He squeezed the base of his dick. “I like the way you sound, by the way, like making you come. Like having your bite-marks and scratches on me the next day.” He grinned. “You know, after Halloween, I had little bruises on my ass.”

“No way.”

“Yep, little fingertip bruises. You grabbed me good.”

“Sorry?”

“I’m not.”

You hummed, amused.

The sound shot heat to his groin. He teetered on the edge of sweating. And unzipping his jeans. And asking you to talk about anything. Read the fucking phonebook, talk to him about your math homework, he didn’t care.

However, he didn’t want to prove you right by only calling when he couldn’t stand jacking off alone.

“Well, since you have practice tonight, I’ll let you go.”

“Yeah, I need to pack the van. Maybe change clothes.”

“Gonna wear those tight jeans again?”

“Only if you promise to come.”

“I can’t, honey.”

He nodded.

“I know, sweetheart. I get it.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow in class.”

“Absolutely.”

“Tell me how it goes tonight.”

“You got it.”

“Okay, I—” You breathed. “Okay, tomorrow.”

“Night, baby.”

“G’night. Have fun.”

Your end of the line clicked as you hung up. He dropped the phone’s handset in its cradle. He had around fifteen minutes before he had to leave. That was enough time. He undid his jeans, maneuvered his aching dick from his boxers, and spat into his palm.

The barbed-wire barrier parted like a grisly curtain. The mob on the other side of the barrier roared. Pebbles bit into the soles of your feet as you thrashed in your captors’ hold. Ahead, the chasm awaited. Its heat dried your eyes and baked your skin. A fist in your hair kept your face forward. Like you could look away.

Arcs of lightning crackled from the chasm, charging the air. The hair on your arms and head stood on end.

You cursed everyone. Let the universe feel your rage. Let it ripple out, like a stone thrown in a pond. The ground trembled. Your vengeance would ruin the world. If they threw you into that ravenous, scorching maw, your body might be destroyed, but not your spirit. They’d never know peace — just like you wouldn’t. They’d be condemned with you.

One of your captors hit the side of your head and ordered you to shut up.

You thrashed anew, growling insults.

Another captor kicked the back of your knees so the others could drag you easier. You lashed out and caught one of them in the ankle. That one stumbled, yet continued the relentless march forward. You were hit again before they wrenched your head back.

Would they slit your throat now?

You closed your eyes to the black clouds obscuring the morning sky. A helicopter’s blades beat in the distance. Those onboard weren’t coming for you, though. They were leaving you behind. You weren’t worth saving with your powers so reduced.

Useless witch, you heard. Pointless. Worthless. Broken. You deserved to be culled.

You’d let him in, let him take from you, let him drain you. He’d grown more powerful, near unstoppable, because of you. It was all your fault. Your good intentions had paved this road to Hell.

Hands took hold of your legs and hoisted you into the air. The bloody wounds on your feet burned in the dry heat. You writhed and screamed on instinct.

The mob returned your screams tenfold. You turned your head to see all their faces now expressionless save for their open mouths. Their eyes were seared like the clouds above.

It was too late to cast one last spell. Someone already had — and it had been him. He watched from every eye aimed at you. It was too late to save you, too late for salvation, and too late for revenge.

Your voice died in your throat. You choked on hot air. Any strength you had abandoned you. Tears rolled over your temples and into your hair. The ground trembled once more as if to knock your captors off-balance or close the chasm. It was a last, futile attempt to save you, which you silently thanked it for.

Your captors’ hands left your arms and legs as you soared into the air. Heat singed your back, then your feet, then your front. You hovered above the chasm for a silent second. Lightning extended out to welcome and change you. It danced over your skin to make you like itself: blazing, charged, and brilliant.

It drew you into the glowing orange rift and buffeted you between walls of molten rock. Electricity criss-crossed around your body. You fell and fell and fell, twisting and spinning, until it didn’t feel like falling at all. The lightning turned red as the walls, like lava fields, moved around you. Lava fields became dark, billowing clouds became tempests of ash.

Watery screeches came from behind you. Before you could question if something had followed you or spotted you between the swirls of ash, tiny knives bit into your legs, your back, your neck. With your vision obscured and sense of direction gone, you cried and flailed. Leathery wings beat at your face and arms. Hot, thick liquid trailed down your skin to soak your clothes.

Ours, they said.

No, you replied. Mine.

Ours.

You understood then: these creatures were yours. They were of you. They bit to drain you of weakness. They’d show you how to fill yourself with strength.

You stopped fighting them and surrendered—

And opened your eyes.

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elvis5245 · 17 days ago

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Grand Mission Dentistry

Welcome to Grand Mission Dentistry

At Grand Mission Dentistry, we believe that a healthy smile is the foundation of overall well-being. Our dedicated team is here to provide exceptional dental care tailored to meet the needs of you and your family. Located in the heart of the community, we strive to create a warm and welcoming environment where patients of all ages can feel comfortable and cared for.

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Our Services

We offer a comprehensive range of dental services to address all your oral health needs:

General Dentistry: From routine check-ups to fillings, we prioritize preventative care to keep your smile healthy.

Cosmetic Dentistry: Enhance your smile with our cosmetic services, including teeth whitening, veneers, and smile makeovers.

Restorative Dentistry: Whether it’s crowns, bridges, or implants, we provide solutions to restore the function and aesthetics of your teeth.

Orthodontics: Our orthodontic treatments, including traditional braces and clear aligners, help you achieve a straighter smile.

Pediatric Dentistry: We cater to the unique needs of children, ensuring they have a positive dental experience from an early age.

Emergency Dentistry: Dental emergencies can happen anytime. Our team is here to provide prompt care when you need it most.

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dentessentialau1 · 2 months ago

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Dent Essential: Your Trusted Dentist in Richmond NSW

Welcome to Dent Essential, your friendly dentist in Richmond NSW. Our goal is to be devoted to delivering quality dental care for all ages, including families. Ranging from routine check-ups to cosmetic procedures and emergency dental work, our professional team will be present to contribute to the health and brightness of your smile. We understand that outstanding care will be at the very heart of ensuring you or your loved one stays comfortable and content at all times. The treatments provided at Dent Essential are specifically tailored to meet your requirements.

Care Tailored for Every Smile At Dent Essential, we believe that every smile is unique. For this reason, we tailor dental care plans for each of our patients to make sure that each treatment is as tailored as possible to your needs. Whether you seek improvement in oral hygiene or problem fixing, we have you covered.

Preventive Dentistry towards Long-lasting Oral Health At Dent Essential, we believe prevention is the cornerstone of excellent dental care. Our services include regular cleanings, and we have check-ups with you in mind to catch any issues early on, thus keeping your teeth and gums healthy long term.

Cosmetic Dentistry to Brighten Your Smile Do you want to have more confidence with a smile that shines brighter and is more attractive? The services at Dent Essential are what you are looking for. From whitening to veneers, they help those who want to have a better smile without having artificialities that might harm your oral health.

Family Dentistry for Patients of All Ages Being a leading dentist in Richmond NSW, Dent Essential does not discriminate about any age group. Whether you need pediatric care for your child or specialized treatments for the seniors, our friendly team is skilled in catering to the dental needs of every member of your family.

Repairment of Broken Teeth through Restorative Dentistry It can also help restore your smile if you are suffering from tooth damage or decay. Our restorative dental treatments on such as fillings, crowns, and implants are prepared to repair and strengthen your teeth and give you the confidence to smile once more.

Emergency Dental Services When You Need Them Dental emergencies do not know when to happen and may arise at a time when you least expect them. With Dent Essential, you can be sure that all your urgent needs for some dental care will have been sorted out by efficiency and promptness. Our team specializes in the provision of emergency dental care cases such as sudden pain, broken tooth, or any other urgent condition that might be affecting the mouth.

Aggressive Comfort and Modern Dentistry We understand that a visit to the dentist may not be everybody's favorite fun activity to do. So, at Dent Essential, we ensure that your dental visit is smooth and comfortable. That is why our modern clinic in Richmond NSW has the latest dental technology to make sure that every treatment is executed with precision and care. And we want you to leave with a healthy smile and peace of mind.

Conclusion At Dent Essential, your oral health matters. You could be coming for routine treatments, aesthetic enhancements, or some other type of treatment. Our dedicated staff will treat you in the most easy and gentle manner possible with our quality dental service. Looking for a friendly yet professional dentist in Richmond NSW? Well, look no further. Contact us today to book an appointment and see for yourself what we can achieve for your smile.

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ericgroenevelddds · 2 years ago

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Alternative methods of teeth straightening.

Invisalign is a treatment option used to straighten your teeth. It uses clear and removable aligners to fix your teeth position. All the information you require about Invisalign in Richmond, MI, can be found right here:

Locating a Provider of Invisalign

Finding a certified Richmond, Michigan, Invisalign provider is the first step. Find a provider who has experience using Invisalign and a solid reputation.

Make an appointment to talk.

During the appointment, your dentist will check your teeth to see if Veneers in Richmond is the right course of action for you.

Treatment Planning

Your dentist will take digital impressions of your teeth to generate a 3D model if you are a good candidate for Invisalign. A personalized treatment plan will be made using this model, outlining how your teeth will move during the procedure and how long it will take.

Invisalign Aligners

After the treatment strategy is decided upon, clear aligners will be manufactured just for you. You will wear each batch of aligners for roughly two weeks before switching to the following set.

Treatment Development

Every 6 to 8 weeks, you should check in with your Invisalign in Richmond, MI, provider to see how things are doing and to get your new set of aligners.

Duration of Treatment

Your treatment's duration will depend on how severe your orthodontic issues are, but most Invisalign procedures last between 12 and 18 months.

Maintenance

You must wear a retainer to keep the results of your Veneers in Richmond. Your dentist will give you a retainer, which you must wear daily to keep your teeth from shifting back to their original positions.

Cost

The extent of your orthodontic problems, treatment length, and dental insurance coverage all affect the cost of Invisalign in Richmond, Michigan. However, Invisalign treatment often costs more than traditional braces.

Benefits of Invisalign in Richmond, MI

Compared to conventional braces, Invisalign in Richmond, MI, has a variety of advantages, including:

· Aligners are virtually invisible

· Application of advanced technology

· Less pain during treatment

· Treatment is tailored to your unique needs

· Simple to keep a clean mouth while receiving treatment

· Quicker healing time

· Expected outcomes in 12 to 18 months

· Guarantees consistent outcomes

If you want to align your teeth, consult your orthodontist about whether Veneers in Richmond suits you. An assortment of clear aligners that are expressly created to reposition your teeth gradually will be incorporated into the individually-tailored treatment scheme formulated by your orthodontist.

Conclusion

The orthodontic treatment option Invisalign can help you obtain a straighter, more attractive, more efficient, practical smile. To determine if this course of treatment is appropriate for you, speak with Eric Groeneveld, DDS Family Dentistry, a certified Invisalign provider in Richmond, Michigan.

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kewdentistry · 2 months ago

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Experience Exceptional Dental Care with Richmond's Top Dentists

When it comes to maintaining optimal oral health, finding the right dental clinic is paramount. Kew Dentistry, conveniently located near Richmond, stands out as a beacon of excellence in the realm of dental care. With a commitment to delivering high-quality services tailored to the unique needs of each patient, Kew Dentistry has earned its reputation as one of Victoria’s premier dental practices. This article delves into the comprehensive range of services offered by Richmond's top dentists and highlights the exceptional standards of care that patients can expect.

A Commitment to Comprehensive Dental Care

At Kew Dentistry, the philosophy is simple: every patient deserves personalized care that addresses their specific dental needs. The clinic understands that dental health encompasses a wide array of services, from routine check-ups to advanced procedures. This comprehensive approach is designed to cater to patients of all ages, ensuring that families can receive dental care in one convenient location.

General Dentistry: The Foundation of Oral Health

Regular dental check-ups are crucial for maintaining good oral health. At Kew Dentistry, general dentistry services form the cornerstone of the practice. The experienced team of dentists conducts thorough examinations to identify any potential issues, such as cavities or gum disease, before they escalate into more serious problems. Equipped with state-of-the-art technology, the clinic ensures that every check-up is efficient and effective.

Moreover, routine cleanings are essential for removing plaque and tartar that can accumulate over time. Kew Dentistry’s hygienists employ gentle yet thorough techniques to leave patients with healthier gums and brighter smiles. This proactive approach not only promotes oral health but also helps to instill a sense of confidence in patients, knowing they have taken the necessary steps to care for their teeth.

Cosmetic Dentistry: Transforming Smiles

In a world where first impressions matter, the role of cosmetic dentistry cannot be overstated. Kew Dentistry offers an array of cosmetic treatments designed to enhance the aesthetics of patients’ smiles. From professional teeth whitening to porcelain veneers, the clinic provides solutions that can dramatically transform the appearance of teeth.

Teeth whitening, for instance, is a popular service among patients looking to rejuvenate their smiles. Kew Dentistry offers both in-office and at-home whitening options, allowing patients to choose the method that best fits their lifestyle. The whitening treatments are administered by certified dental experts who ensure that results are not only effective but also safe, minimizing the risk of sensitivity that often accompanies over-the-counter products.

Porcelain veneers represent another transformative option. These thin shells of porcelain are custom-made to fit over the front surface of teeth, effectively masking imperfections such as chips, gaps, or discoloration. By working closely with patients, Kew Dentistry’s cosmetic team creates a personalized treatment plan that aligns with each individual’s aesthetic goals.

Advanced Orthodontic Solutions

Misalignment of teeth can lead to a range of dental issues, from difficulty in chewing to chronic jaw pain. Recognizing the importance of achieving a straight smile, Kew Dentistry provides innovative orthodontic solutions. The clinic is proud to offer Invisalign, a modern alternative to traditional metal braces that allows for discreet teeth straightening.

Invisalign® utilizes a series of clear, removable aligners that are custom-designed for each patient. This technology not only improves the aesthetics of the treatment process but also offers greater comfort compared to traditional braces. The team at Kew Dentistry works diligently with patients to develop a tailored Invisalign® treatment plan, which includes regular check-ins to monitor progress and make adjustments as needed.

For patients who prefer more traditional methods, Kew Dentistry also offers lingual braces, which are placed on the back of the teeth for a nearly invisible treatment option. This flexibility allows patients to choose an orthodontic solution that best fits their lifestyle and preferences.

Oral Surgery: Expertise You Can Trust

For more complex dental issues, such as impacted wisdom teeth or the need for dental implants, Kew Dentistry offers comprehensive oral surgery services. The clinic boasts an accredited on-site surgical center, ensuring that patients receive care in a safe and sterile environment.

Wisdom teeth removal is a common procedure, and Kew Dentistry excels in handling these extractions with precision. The experienced team understands that each case is unique, and they employ a thorough care protocol that spans from the initial assessment to post-operative recovery. Patients can rest assured knowing they are in capable hands, whether the extraction is performed in the dental chair or under sedation in the surgical center.

Dental implants, particularly the All-on-4® treatment, are a specialty at Kew Dentistry. This innovative solution provides patients with a permanent and natural-looking replacement for missing teeth. By utilizing four strategically placed implants, the All-on-4® technique supports a full arch of teeth, allowing patients to regain their smiles and confidence. With a remarkable 99.9% client satisfaction rate, Kew Dentistry is recognized as a leading provider of All-on-4® implants in Melbourne.

Emergency Dental Care: Here When You Need Us

Dental emergencies can occur unexpectedly, and Kew Dentistry understands the urgency of such situations. The clinic prioritizes emergency cases, offering prompt and effective care for patients experiencing severe tooth pain, broken teeth, or other urgent dental issues.

Whether a patient has suffered a dental injury or is experiencing a sudden onset of pain, Kew Dentistry's experienced team is prepared to provide the necessary treatment. The clinic's commitment to emergency care ensures that patients receive the attention they need when they need it most, alleviating discomfort and preventing further complications.

Why Choose Kew Dentistry?

With numerous dental clinics available, one might wonder what sets Kew Dentistry apart from the rest. Beyond the exceptional range of services provided, the clinic's commitment to patient care is unparalleled.

Patient-Centric Approach

From the moment patients walk through the door, they are greeted with a warm and welcoming environment. Kew Dentistry prioritizes patient comfort and strives to create a positive experience for everyone who visits. The knowledgeable staff takes the time to address patients' concerns and answer any questions they may have regarding their treatment options.

Moreover, Kew Dentistry recognizes the importance of convenience in today’s fast-paced world. The clinic offers flexible appointment scheduling, including Saturday hours, making it easier for patients to fit dental visits into their busy lives. Additionally, the availability of free undercover parking ensures that accessing the clinic is hassle-free.

State-of-the-Art Technology

Kew Dentistry is dedicated to utilizing the latest advancements in dental technology to enhance patient care. From digital imaging that provides detailed views of oral structures to cutting-edge treatment techniques, the clinic is at the forefront of dental innovation. This commitment to technology not only improves the quality of care but also enhances the overall patient experience.

Community-Focused Care

As a community-minded practice, Kew Dentistry is deeply invested in the health and well-being of the Richmond dentist community. The clinic actively participates in local initiatives and strives to provide education on the importance of oral health. By fostering a strong connection with the community, Kew Dentistry aims to promote healthy smiles for all.

Conclusion: Your Dental Health is Our Priority

In conclusion, if you are seeking exceptional dental care in Richmond, look no further than Kew Dentistry. With a comprehensive range of services, a patient-centric approach, and a commitment to utilizing the latest technology, Kew Dentistry stands out as a top choice for individuals and families alike.

Whether you require routine check-ups, cosmetic enhancements, or advanced oral surgery, the experienced team at Kew Dentistry is dedicated to helping you achieve and maintain optimal oral health. Schedule an appointment today to take the first step towards a healthy, beautiful smile that you can confidently showcase. Experience the difference that exceptional dental care can make—your journey to optimal oral health starts here.

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glensidedental01 · 2 months ago

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The Importance of Family Dentistry: Comprehensive Care for All Ages

Family dentistry serves as a cornerstone of health care, embodying the holistic approach to oral health that caters to patients of all ages. At Glenside Dental in Richmond, VA, we understand that every family member—ranging from toddlers to grandparents—has unique dental needs. This article delves into the significance of family dentistry, emphasizing comprehensive care and the advantages it brings to familial health.

Understanding Family Dentistry

Family dentistry is a specialized field that focuses on providing dental care for individuals across various age groups. Unlike pediatric dentistry, which primarily caters to children, family dentists are equipped to treat patients from the early years of life through to adulthood and beyond. This broad scope not only streamlines dental care but also fosters a sense of continuity and comfort for families.One of the key features of family dentistry is its preventive approach. At Glenside Dental, we prioritize preventive measures, ensuring that our patients receive regular check-ups and cleanings to maintain optimal oral health. By identifying potential issues early on, we can implement strategies to prevent the progression of dental diseases, which is particularly crucial for children as their teeth are developing. Preventive care includes education on proper oral hygiene practices, fluoride treatments, and dental sealants, all of which contribute to a lifetime of healthy smiles.

Comprehensive Dental Services

A significant advantage of choosing a family dentist is the extensive range of services offered under one roof. At Glenside Dental, our team provides various treatments, including:

Routine Check-Ups and Cleanings

Regular dental visits are essential for maintaining oral health. Our comprehensive check-ups involve thorough examinations to detect issues such as tooth decay, gum disease, and oral cancer. Coupled with professional cleanings, these visits help remove plaque and tartar, preventing potential complications that can arise from untreated dental problems.

Restorative Dentistry

As family members age, they may encounter dental issues requiring restorative procedures. From amalgam and composite fillings for cavities to root canal treatments for infected teeth, our skilled professionals are adept at restoring the function and aesthetics of your smile. Furthermore, restorative treatments like crowns, bridges, and dentures are crucial for maintaining oral health and enhancing quality of life.

Cosmetic Dentistry

In addition to restorative services, family dentistry encompasses cosmetic treatments that can significantly improve the appearance of smiles. Whether it’s through veneers, teeth whitening, or orthodontic solutions like braces and Invisalign, our team is dedicated to helping patients achieve their desired aesthetic goals. This focus on both function and appearance underscores the comprehensive nature of family dental care.

Emergency Dental Care

Dental emergencies can happen at any time, affecting any family member. At Glenside Dental, we prioritize emergency services to address urgent needs promptly. Whether it's a toothache, broken tooth, or dental trauma, our team is ready to provide the necessary care to alleviate pain and restore oral health.

Building Trust and Comfort

The relationship between a dentist and a patient is built on trust, and this is particularly important for families with young children. By establishing a long-term relationship with a family dentist children often feel more comfortable and less anxious about dental visits. At Glenside Dental, we pride ourselves on creating a welcoming and friendly environment, ensuring that even the youngest patients feel at ease.Furthermore, family dentists often take the time to understand each patient’s unique dental history and preferences. This personalized approach allows us to tailor treatments that align with individual needs, fostering a partnership in care that benefits the entire family.

Education and Prevention

One of the distinguishing features of family dentistry is its commitment to patient education. At Glenside Dental, we believe that informed patients are empowered patients. We take the time to educate families about the importance of proper oral hygiene, dietary choices, and the effects of habits such as thumb sucking or teeth grinding.By instilling good dental habits early on, we can help families avoid serious dental issues in the future. Our preventive dental program incorporates advice on daily brushing and flossing techniques, as well as the significance of regular dental visits. This proactive approach not only enhances individual health but also contributes to the overall well-being of the family.

Convenience and Accessibility

In today's fast-paced world, convenience plays a crucial role in healthcare decisions. Family dentistry provides the advantage of having all family members seen in one location, which simplifies scheduling and reduces the need for multiple appointments in various clinics. At Glenside Dental, we offer flexible appointment hours and emergency services to accommodate the busy lives of families in Richmond.Moreover, our multilingual staff, fluent in English, Chinese, Spanish, and Arabic, ensures that communication barriers do not hinder access to quality dental care. This inclusivity further enhances the patient experience, making it easier for families to seek the care they need.

A Commitment to Community

Family dentists often have a vested interest in their local communities. At Glenside Dental, we actively engage with our Richmond community through outreach programs and educational initiatives aimed at promoting oral health awareness. By participating in community events and offering free dental screenings, we strive to make a positive impact beyond our clinic walls.This commitment not only reinforces our role as healthcare providers but also fosters a sense of belonging and trust among our patients. As a family dentist, we are dedicated to nurturing long-term relationships with our patients and the community at large.

Conclusion: The Value of a Family Dentist

Choosing a family dentist is a decision that can significantly impact your family's oral health for years to come. At Glenside Dental in Richmond, VA, we provide comprehensive care tailored to the unique needs of each family member. Our commitment to preventive care, a wide range of services, and a patient-centered approach ensures that every visit is a positive experience.By prioritizing the health and happiness of our patients, we aim to create lasting relationships built on trust and mutual respect. With our dedicated team, state-of-the-art technology, and commitment to community engagement, we are proud to be your family dentist of choice. Together, let’s create and maintain healthy, beautiful smiles for every generation in your family.

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smilexcellence · 2 months ago

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Get Confident While Smiling, Get Appointment Dentist Wilberforce 2024

Smilexcellence is a family-oriented dental clinic conveniently located in Richmond, NSW. We warmly welcome new and existing patients to our modern, well-equipped and comfortable dental practice.

Here to Help Your Entire Family

Our highly qualified dental team is experienced in treating all ages. Everyone here is kind, compassionate and respectful, and we love building long-lasting relationships based on trust. When you visit us, we take the time to listen to you, understanding your concerns so we can develop a custom treatment plan, enabling you to gain and maintain optimal dental health.

Gentle Dentistry

We understand that not everyone enjoys seeing the Dentist Wilberforce, so if you do have dental anxieties or fears, please talk to us as we can help you. We treat everyone gently but take extra special care of anyone who is a little nervous. Our friendly team will ensure you receive pain-free dentistry at a pace that feels comfortable for you.

Affordable General and Cosmetic Dentistry

We firmly believe excellent dental care should be affordable and easily accessible. Our treatments are tailored for each patient, using high-quality products that produce reliable and longer-lasting results. Smilexcellence can take care of your family’s general dental needs, providing preventive and restorative dentistry treatments designed to protect and prolong the life of your natural teeth.

If you wish to improve the appearance of your teeth, we offer a tempting choice of cosmetic dentistry treatments. These are designed to enhance your smile and facial features and include veneers, Zoom teeth whitening, and smile makeovers. Anyone wishing to straighten their teeth might be interested in Invisalign, an advanced, nearly invisible orthodontic system. We also provide dental implants, a modern and long-lasting treatment to restore missing teeth.

Single Visit Crowns

Dental implant treatment is extremely versatile and can replace just a single missing tooth or multiple missing teeth. Single missing teeth are restored with an implant crown. At Smilexellence we use CEREC for restorations in one visit. That means same day crowns and bridges, without temporary or follow-up visits. The CEREC technology is a computer-controlled milling restoration system that allows for a more time-efficient option to restore smiles, without compromising on quality or aesthetics.

Before CEREC was introduced, if a patient needed a filling in one visit it meant either amalgam or resin material was used. Now we have a single visit filling material which is strong, looks good and much more resistant to wear over time. Our chosen CAD/CAM system is CEREC, the best available. For more information, please speak to our friendly team on +61 483 966 544.

CEREC scanner

CEREC is a sophisticated CAD/CAM system for the production of all ceramic inlays, onlays, partial crowns, veneers and crowns for anterior and posterior teeth. The CEREC procedure was developed at Zurich University and has been successfully deployed in dental practices since 1985 – i.e for more than 25 years. These ceramic restorations can be created and placed during a single appointment, with no impressions or temporary needed.

Cone Beam

Cone beam computed tomography (CBCT) is an advanced imaging system, allowing us to construct 3D images of your facial and dental structures. We can virtually /digitally peel layers off your scanned anatomy to look deeper into critical structures and tissues from different angles, this is compared with conventional x- rays that only provide a single static 2D image.

Our CBCT scanner provides our dental team with critical information about your teeth and jaws, and other important facial structures, including nerve canals, nasal and sinus cavities and some blood vessels. The scanner is similar to a conventional CT scanner, but it emits far less radiation. It can emit less radiation than a flight to Darwin exposes you to and even less radiation than our last x-ray machine.

OPG

OPG is short for Orthopantomagram and is a panoramic scanning dental X-ray of the lower and upper jaw. This radiograph is used to identify the hard tissues of the oral cavity and it allows images of multiple angles to be taken.

An OPG gives the dentist a clear picture of the number, growth, and position of all the patient’s teeth. It can for example discover wisdom teeth, orthodontic needs, and the development of a child’s jaw and teeth.

iTero scanner

The iTero scanner takes accurate 3D digital images of your mouth, it is a compact, hand-held wand. The iTero scanner digitally captures the structure of the teeth and gums. After the scan is complete, the data is sent over to a lab that will create physical 3D models of your teeth, and those models are then used to create your aligners. The process is quick and easy and patient comfort is guaranteed.

EMS Airflow®

The EMS Dental Instruments are Swiss-made and have been tried and tested globally and as a result of which, they are proven to be the best of the best. EMS stands for Electro Medical Systems. Your Hygienist will efficiently remove the plaque build-up with AIRFLOW®. This is a big step in preventing and treating gingivitis (gum disease) and periodontitis. As well as removing stains, AIRFLOW® can be used for many different treatment types.

EMS helps you who:

• are uncomfortable around needles and want a pain-free experience.

• want a shorter and more effective dental clean.

• those who find impression material unpleasant and want a faster experience.

Find out more here: EMS Workflow

FASTBRACES®

FASTBRACES® is increasingly becoming popular for delivering beautiful results in as short as 100 days. FASTBRACES® is an alternative to conventional braces and utilises doctor-prescribed treatment plans to treat malocclusions such as overbites, underbites, overcrowding, and crooked teeth.

FASTBRACES® uses a breakthrough technology that cuts the 2-step process in traditional braces. With traditional braces, the first year is spent pulling the crowns of the teeth into position and then moving the roots of the teeth for the next years. FASTBRACES® technology allows the process of immediately straightening the roots to an upright position from day one.

Inhalation Sedation

As a caring and compassionate dental practice, Smilexcellence understands some people find the idea of dental treatment rather daunting. This is why we can offer patients who have a serious fear of dental work sedation dentistry. We want you to have a painless and relaxed experience, whether you feel nervous, anxious, require complex or lengthy treatment to restore your dental and oral health. Inhalation Dentistry is a safe, modern technique used to create a drowsy state of deep relaxation during dental appointments. As a nervous patient, it allows you to keep your teeth and gums healthy by attending our practice regularly and receiving the dental care you need.

For more questions about Inhalation Sedation and how it can help you, call our practice at 0424 966 544.

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