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laulink · 2 years

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The consequences of wielding magic in Fodlan

That’s a headcanon of mine I’m quite fond of (and that I reference in my latest one-shot) : the idea that wielding magic does come with side-effects, but instead of the scars that we sometimes see in fanarts (which are cool, I’m not saying otherwise), those side-effects are hidden, almost invisible, and vary a bit depending on the type of magic you wield. More to the point, it’s not your skin that your magic attacks, it’s your nerves.

The idea is that magic is a form of energy and you generate it yourself, then gather it, usually in your hands, to cast spells ; but just like wielding a sword or an axe often over a long period of time will cause callouses to form on your hands (skin getting damaged by your use of a weapon and being remade thicker so it can’t be damaged again), wielding magic will damage your nerves over time and progressively lead you to lose part or all of your sensitivity over areas of varying sizes.

The thing is, sensitivity isn’t just “feeling touch”, it’s also “being able to identify if something is cold or hot” (or thermoception, which also tells you how cold or hot it is so you can know when it gets too much and avoid getting hurt) as well as being able to “feel how your limbs are positioned” (proprioception).

Those different sides of sensitivity already vary between people (some will be more sensitive to heat than others) and can also be altered by the things that happen to you (a surgery might cause you to lose part of your superficial sensitivity around the area you had the surgery on, like your wrist, which is called hypoesthesia, or on the contrary when the nerves reform they’ll overcompensate and you’ll be hypersensitive, to the point of feeling pain from the lightest touch, which is called hyperesthesia). Of course, in Fodlan, your use of magic can have a similar effect.

Fire and ice magic users (like Marianne) will first be desensitised from heat/cold because the temperature of their magic will get their hands and arms used to higher or lower temperatures and they’ll progressively stop registering them, meaning that the first sign a fire using mage is starting to feel the side-effects is that they won’t notice that a stove-top is too hot to put your hand on and get burned. But their nerves’s deterioration won’t stop just because they don’t feel heat so well anymore and, over the years, they’ll progressively lose the rest of their sensitivity.

Lighting users (like Dorothea) have electricity running down their arms when they conjure up spells and electricity is what is used to send messages by the nerves to the brain, so it will rapidly come to affect all types of sensitivity, but often the first one to be visibly impacted is the ability to feel touch/pressure.

Wind users (like Linhardt) will also lose all types of sensitivity at the same rate, though it tends to affect their proprioception a little earlier than the rest (feeling of weightlessness comes with wind and offsets the nerves).

In a similar, yet opposite manner, black magic users (like Hubert) will also lose proprioception first, then the rest at roughly the same speed, but this time it’s not because of a feeling of weightlessness but a feeling of heavyness from the miasma that is black magic.

Light magic (like Manuela’s) is a special case because it will cause the caster to lose their vision first (not directly through the magic altering their nerves but because the casters will be exposed to their spells’ particularly strong light) and, after a while, progressively lose the different types of sensitivity at roughly the same rate. It’s the type of magic that is slowest to deteriorate the casters’ nerves.

Lastly, white magic : it cannot actually heal the damage done to the nerves (it’s too complex), but it tries, and the more you use it and slightly damage your nerves with it, the more it will try to heal you as much as the person you’re trying to heal, the more sensitive you’ll become, causing hyperesthesia on an area of varying size.

For all those side effects, there is a cure : not using magic anymore for as long as it takes your nerves to heal (and avoiding any contact, even cloth, on the area impacted if you have hyperesthesia). Depending on how much damage was done, it can take a long time : if the caster doesn’t feel anything up to their elbow, knowing nerves grow back at a similar speed to your hair, you’re looking at a good year of “no magic” to regain your sensitivity.

Stimulation can help with the recovery, which means it can also help slow down the deterioration process while you are still practicing magic : the exercises will vary depending on the type(s) of sensitivity you’re trying to stimulate, but it’s not too complicated to figure out so most mages come up with their own exercices to fit with their lifestyle and available materials and tools.

#fire emblem three houses #fire emblem three hopes #theory #headcanon #Hubert's exercise for proprioception is to make a shape with one hand and try to replicate it with the other without looking #when he starts losing his ability to feel touch he starts carrying around a spiked ball in his pocket #he fidgets with it during down time or private meetings with Edelgard who is the only one he tells about the extent of the damage #Manuela's use of light magic isn't intensive enough for her to really suffer any side effect before the war in either game #but by the time the war is in full swing she has to use glasses to read #Dorothea loses her ability to feel touch and takes to massaging her hands/having Edie massage them (Edelthea shipper here)#it's also Edie's idea to use a paintbrush to stimulate her nerves and she gifts one to Dorothea #but when her nerves get too damaged to feel the paintbrush she moves on to a spiked ball (Hubert's gift)#Linhardt suffers from both lack of proprioception that makes him clumsy and hyperesthesia #when the latter becomes too much he holes up in his room to avoid contact with the others and limit stimulation to his hands #he's become a master of turning book pages with his nose

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demoneyesanddamagedsouls · 3 years

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Sparring Partners

Chapter 3: Infiltrate The Enemy

A/N: Alright so this is Chapter 3 of this fic, I got a little carried away with this chapter that's why the word count is more than last time. We're starting to get into the thick of it now! I have a feeling that each chapter will probably get longer and longer as I go cause I'm just enjoying writing it so much. Feedback and comments as always are so welcome, I’d love to hear your thoughts, and if you’d like to be tagged for the upcoming chapters just let me know! xxx

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x F! Reader

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Summary: You and Agent Whiskey are long time rivals. As Statesman agents you both have been put up for the same promotion and this mission is your final chance to prove yourself. Have you got what it takes?

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CHAPTER 3: Infiltrate The Enemy

Driving through city, listening to the soft sounds of the radio, you head towards the hospital. Mentally preparing yourself for the day ahead you run through your fake persona. You were going undercover as a young medical student in training that had been transferred from your university to take up a short placement at the CleanPlanet facilities. With all that you had learnt over the years helping Ginger out with certain tech and patching up different injuries you felt that you had a slight grasp on some basic medical terminology and concepts. You simply needed to blend into the background and focus on the mission at hand.

Continuing along you begin to leave the hustle and bustle of the city life, moving further out into the outskirts of town. The hospital was in a more remote area, another way to keep suspicious, prying eyes away from their experiments you thought, as you continued along the rather empty road. As you approach the multi storeyed hospital complex you notice the large wire fence which circled the perimeter of the area, the gates at the front wide open for visitors. You drive onto the lot and park in the staff area to the right, inside the gate. Taking a deep breath, you collect yourself, brushing the loose strands of hair that had fallen out of your ponytail and tucking them behind your ear. Pulling out the earpiece from the small box that Ginger had given you, you quickly tuck it behind the arm of your glasses at the top of your ear to hide it from view.

Grabbing your bag from the backseat of the car, you take out your lab coat that Ginger had given you and pulled it over your shoulders. Pulling your knees up you pull your small throwing knives out of your duffle, strapping a few to your thighs. You weren’t about to go into this hostile situation without being prepared. Pulling your lab coat around you to cover up your hidden weapons you hop out of your personas rundown car and start walking towards the hospitals main entrance. Curiously, you notice a lot of doctors, other professionals, and a few security guards here and there wandering around the perimeter of the fence.

You counted about 23 people in total from what you could see, some talking together, some having a cigarette break, and so on. But as you look closer, you realise that all these seemingly random people dappled around were wearing communication earpieces. On some of the security guards you even noticed the outline of a handgun tucked into the back of their shirts. It seemed that the hospital was on high alert and extremely well-guarded. Everything was going to be just fine, just blend in and focus. You’ve got this. You murmur to yourself to ease your nerves, focusing on embodying the new persona you needed to become. Out of the corner of your eye you notice a strikingly familiar shiny blue chrome. You turn ever so slightly to see that Whiskey’s car was parked in the visitor’s area around the side of the hospital. I suppose Duke Silver has already arrived…

Heading inside you walk over to the information desk flashing your ID badge to the receptionist. “I’m the new student transfer here for my placement from the University of Texas, where am I heading?” You query, putting a quiver into your voice, you wanted to really sell the part of the first-time med student. The woman behind the desk gestures behind you. “Down the hall and to your left sweetheart…” Looking at you she smiles; she must see the nervousness you were portraying. “You’ll do just fine darlin, Doctor Violet will be mentoring you and she is just downright lovely. You’ve got nothing to be worried about.”

Continuing to fake your anxious energy, you tuck an invisible hair behind your ear activating your earpiece in one swift movement. Thanking the woman profusely you head in the direction she had gestured. The hospital was abuzz with activity all around you patients being moved, doctors and nurses chatting amongst each other, people waiting for their loved ones. It certainly looked and felt like a real hospital, an impressive cover, you thought to yourself. As you continue further down the hallway, the herd of people starting to thin, you realise you were moving towards the staff offices in the back. Looking around quickly to make sure you were out of earshot of anyone you speak quietly to yourself attempting to communicate with Whiskey on the other side of the hospital. “Hey Whiskey, my lines open, just holler if you run into any trouble.”

You hear a sharp crackle coming from your earpiece as Whiskey turns his earpiece on. “Likewise, Vodka,” he says, his voice unusually quiet, “I’m currently in the waiting room outside Howard’s office, there’s a few other wealthy looking gentlemen and women in here with me, who I assume will also be receiving a tour of the facilities… I’ll be right here if you need me, sunshine.” He purposely drew out his nickname he had for you, his voice dragging out every syllable. You could practically hear the smirk in his whispered tone.

Chuckling internally, you click your earpiece off so as not to distract your partner, or vice versa. You continued along towards Dr Violets office, turning around the corner and almost colliding into the other students gathered outside her door. There was about 4 of them in total, 5 including yourself. Shit, you need to be more careful. Anyone could have heard you. You look around to the others but they we’re all completely focused, eyes trained on the blue door which read “Dr. Octavia Violet M.D.”

Suddenly, the door swings open causing the other students to jump in surprise. Out from the office steps a prominent figure, a tall and dashing woman dressed in deep navy suit with a black button up underneath, a black tie wrapped around her neck. Brown hair wrapped into a low bun and round glasses resting on the bridge of her nose she exuded the air of highly intelligent and respected medical practitioner. Adjusting your lab coat and pushing your glasses up your nose, you continue to emulate a feeling of nervousness. This wasn’t too difficult a task as you already felt rather intimidated and yet oddly impressed by this woman. Her presence felt powerful, a quiet strength about her, shown in the way she carried herself.

“Hi there everyone, you all must be my new placement students,” She spoke, a kind smile plastered on her face. “I’m Dr Violet, I’ll be looking after you while you’re here with us over the next few weeks.” After all of you had introduced yourself separately, she began to lead you out towards the main part of the hospital, “It’s lovely to meet you all, now if you’d follow me its time I showed you around our facilities here at CleanPlanet so that you can become familiar with your new place of work.” Her black stilettos clicked as she walked, taking you past the reception desk and deeper into the hospital. Walking behind her with the other students in tow you noticed a small intricate scar poking out from underneath her jacket collar. You rest your index finger on your glasses attempting to use the tech to get a closer look. Managing to take a slightly zoomed in picture before she whips back around to address her small group of attentive pupils, you curse lightly under your breath and move further back.

You’d have to try to get a better look at whatever that was later, you couldn’t afford to draw any suspicion to yourself in such a small group. Dr Violet looks over her new students and begins to speak, “Alright so this first wing is the main hospital ward, we have different stations for certain requirements and specialists scattered around so we can accommodate a good number of inpatients here. Now further along…” Moving again the group walks further into the hospital into a more private area with sectioned off rooms and areas, “This is where we have our specialist medical, surgical and psychiatric wards. The main ward and these areas will be where you spend the majority of your time while on placement as the other side of the hospital is mainly outpatient facilities such as the A&E and the ICU.” She turned back to look at the group as she continued, “One of our main purposes here at CleanPlanet is to run test trials of experimental, but potentially lifesaving new procedures and medications,” You ears perk up at this statement, this might be what you needed to look further into.

The drug tests had seemed to be the source of the fatalities and illnesses that you had discovered in your research. “This is something we are very proud of and something you will be helping assist with. Trial subjects will need to be prepped for these new tests and made comfortable especially for certain surgeries and medications.”

You attempted to jot down some notes in a small note pad you had brought in your bag to appear as studious as some of her other pupils. You needed to keep a low profile. But on the inside your mind was reeling, what did she mean by making the patients comfortable and prepped for these trials and why would it be the student’s task to do this? If anything, it seemed that this would be a potential way to take the blame off CleanPlanet and its employees. If the students administered any medication to an unsuspecting patient, CleanPlanet would get away scot free, getting yet another unsuspecting party to do their dirty work.

As your mind processed this new information you realise that you had zoned Dr Violet out, “… we’ll be running you through what trials we’ll be running and what we’ll be getting you to do further along. Please follow me.” Walking further into these more secluded surgery and prep rooms you began to feel an unsettling ambience fill the space. The hallway had become starker, with fewer staff, the temperature had dropped to reflect the much colder and highly sanitised appearance of your new surroundings. The staff that were around had stern appearances and were adorned in different protective gear. Some wearing masks and protective goggles with some even wearing full hazmat suits. Dr Violet led you into one of the larger rooms off the main hallway and as you walked in provided each of you with a face mask of your own.

What on earth was going on here? You turn to look at Dr Violet once more, she was standing in front of a small group of staff who were sitting at multiple different desks with computer monitors in front of them. All of them were facing towards one wall in the room with what appeared to be a large, shadowed frame set into it. Each staff member was also wearing a facemask which covered their nose and mouth, jotting down notes and adjusting certain information on their screens.

It appeared to be a human x ray with different vital sign information down the side, as you peered further forward towards the screen closest to you to try and get a better look, your train of thought is suddenly interrupted by Dr Violets voice. “Alright students, we’re about to run you through a preparation and procedure of one of our focal trials here at CleanPlanet.” A mask now covering the bottom half of her face. She snapped her fingers and suddenly the frame on the wall behind her burst into vivid colour. You could see behind her a patient sitting on a small medical bed, a young male. Pale under the luminescent glow of the white medical lights, he looked almost translucent. You realised that the frame on the wall must be a one-way mirror allowing you a protected view into an adjacent medical suite.

A doctor stood over the boy, who couldn’t be more than your age, with a forced happy demeanour plastered across his face. You saw the doctors mouth moving but heard no sound to accompany it, the boy nodded in agreement and then signed a sheet of paper that the doctor held out for him on a clipboard. As the boy laid down onto the bed the doctor exited the room and you tapped your glasses frame lightly once more to begin to film what you were seeing, you had a feeling this was going to be important.

Dr Violet continued to speak as that same doctor entered the room you were standing in. “This is pivotal new research that we’ve been conducting to find a treatment for some of the big incurable diseases that plague the human race.” As she continued to speak you couldn’t bring yourself to turn in her direction, your eyes locked onto the room through that you could see through the frame. You began to notice the white cushioned padding covering the entirety of the walls within the room, and a large pit of concern began to open in your stomach. Why did it look like a cell in a mental institution in there…? “For this particular experiment we have been testing out an anaesthetic gas which aims to heighten the strong cells within the body to naturally fight off the illnesses and ailments which plague the patient.” Dr Violet explains to the students.

Suddenly you see a cloud of pale-yellow gas erupt from the ceiling above the patient. It starts to fill up the medical suite in front of your eyes as the young man squirms worriedly on the medical bed. The gas slowly engulfs the room, so thick that you can no longer see the patient. Everything is quiet for a few moments as everyone holds their breath in suspense. Suddenly the screens on front of the medical staff begin to flash in a warning red, the computers making load concerning beeps. All of a sudden you see the monitored heart rate on one of the screens plummet to zero and then shoot back up to over 200 beats per minute.

Dr Violet looks over at one of the screens with a concerned expression on her face. She leans closer to the window frame in front of her, trying to see further in when all at once there is load crack. A fist slams into the mirror with a huge amount of brute force only millimetres away from Dr Violets face. She recoils back out of shock from the sudden noise but quickly steadies herself, shaking off any worry in her now drawn expression. You continue to watch in horror as some of the gas begins to dissipate, revealing the maddened face of the patient through the mirrored frame. He was slamming himself repeatedly into the wall trying to break through the glass that separated us from him.

“Unfortunately…” The doctors voice cut through the shock that had paralysed your body, “Not every test is a success.” She trails off looking back at the boy behind the glass. His eyes were red and wild as he frantically ran around the room smacking into every possible surface, desperate to escape. He gripped the sides of his head with his hands, his face contorting in agony as an unheard scream ripped through him. He collapsed to the ground on his knees, his body shuddering in pain. You could see blood begin to drip down his cheeks out of his ears onto the floor, staining the stark white room with a deep and ominous red. Finally he collapses onto the floor, the life drained from his body, blood seeping and creating a halo around the crown of his head.

Dr V begins listing off some of the side effects of this new test such as migraines, nausea, everything up to internal bleeding. “This is a particularly exceptional case, a sharp learning curve for our testing. One of the many exciting trials and tribulations of scientific progress!” A smile lighting up her features, her whole-body tense with excitement. How could she be excited about what had happened here? You thought as your attempted to hide the pure shock and panic that was screaming out on the inside. All at once you see a few medical assistants in hazmat suits pull the lifeless body of the boy out of the suite in front of you. The room then floods with water from the sprinklers embedded in the ceiling, washing the blood down the small drain under the patient bed. “Bring in the next test subject.” Says one of the medical techs into a microphone.

No sooner had the room been cleared it had been filled again, a new patient being sat on the bed, a young woman, her face tired and worn. She had no idea what was about to happen. The view to the suite goes black once more, obscuring it from view and you and the rest of the students are hurriedly being ushered out of the room by Dr V. Everyone pulls their masks off as they leave, it seems everyone was a bit shaken from that experience. Still reeling from what you had just witnessed you keep your gaze fixed to the floor away from the prying eyes of the doctor. She continues walking and talking but you can no longer hear anything she says, your head is pounding. You need to get back there and get all the test information onto a hard drive for Statesman. You need to figure out how far this really goes. Looking up once more you raise your hand. Dr Violet looks directly at you, her gaze piercing you to your very core. “Yes?” She queries.

“May I be excused to go to the restroom Doctor?” You say, a slight quiver in your voice, this was certainly no act.

“Of course, there’s nothing wrong with having a slightly weak constitution.” Looking you up and down she waves her hand, gesturing for you to leave. “Go collect yourself. You can catch up with us further along.”

“Thank you Doctor.” Gripping tightly onto your notebook you dash back down away from the rest of the group as they continue along. You duck into the bathroom that you had passed earlier, quickly checking that there was no one else inside. Walking up to one of the sinks you look at your reflection in the mirror. Your complexion had paled from the shock of what you had witnessed, and your hands trembled as you gripped onto the ceramic of the basin fighting to keep yourself upright. Turning on the faucet you quickly splash some water across your face. You needed to get a grip and focus. You had a job you needed to do.

Tapping your earpiece, you open the communication line, exhaling softly to calm your nerves. “Whiskey, are you there?” Hearing another crackle, you hear his line open.

“I’m here Vodka, whaddya need sugar?” He says voice quiet, speaking only loud enough for you to hear.

“Ok well there have been some developments on my end, I’m about to head back into the lab we just left where my eyes were subjected to some pretty traumatic stuff…” You trail off recalling the horrific scene.

“What happened??” He queries, worry present in his tone of voice. You recount everything you had seen to him so he could get a full picture of what the hell was going on. “That sounds positively concerning…” Whiskey sighs audibly through the comm. “Well, I’m currently getting a wrap up of the facility tour from Howard so keep me on the line while you execute this and holler if you get into to any trouble.”

“Will do, Agent.” Quickly exiting the bathroom, you look down the hallway in the direction of your medical group, seeing no evidence of them and hearing nothing you begin to move in the opposite direction. Heading back towards the medical lab you quicken your pace, making use of the apparent emptiness of the hallway to reach your destination quicker.

“Jeez Vodka, you’re breathing so hard I think I’m going to go deaf in this ear.” Whiskey quips.

“Excuse me for thinking timing is of the essence in this situation cowboy.” You mutter to yourself angrily, as you reach the door to the medical lab you had visited earlier. Wary to keep your voice low, you didn’t know what was on the other side of that door. You hear Whiskey chuckle to himself, laughing at your constant irritation towards him. Ignoring him you turn the handle and hearing a soft click you push the door open.

Stepping inside the dark room you see two lab techs turn from their computers to face you. “I’m so sorry, I think I left something of mine in here earlier…” you glance around the room assessing your options. You need to get these two out of the way quickly so that you can access the information you need before anyone else comes back. Spotting a stapler on the desk closest to you amongst other scattered office supplies you quickly pick it up and open it. Looking back at the lab techs, you throw them a meagre smile.

“Sorry about this…” You mutter quietly, throwing the stapler into the air and in one swift movement you throw yourself into a cartwheel, flipping your leg forward, kicking the stapler directly in the middle, snapping it in half with the edge of your heel. The two ends of the stapler fly as you return to an upright stance, each side hitting the two lab techs square on their forehead, knocking them out cold. You smirk to yourself, proud of your efficient work.

“Everything under control Vodka?” You hear Whiskeys voice in your ear.

“Everything is under control.” You say as you dash over to the closest computer to you, rolling the lab tech who was slumped over in his own office chair out of the way. Pulling a hard drive out of your back pocket you quickly plug it into the port on the side of the computer screen. Tapping a few keys like Ginger taught you, the entire computer log begins to copy over to your hard drive. Files start to flick across the screen showing you all you ever needed to know about the trials they were running. Pictures of patients flit across the screen, hundreds of people with deceased written in bold red letters across their files. “My god…” you say, your voice catching as the number of files continue to rise.

“What’s going on there Vodka?” You hear a mutter in your ear.

“Whiskey I…” You trail off unable to comprehend how many people had been used and tossed aside for this drug trial. “I cannot believe how many patients they’ve gone through for this drug Jack…” You using his real name throws Whiskey for a loop. He knows how serious this must be if all the sarcasm and snipes had left your voice completely. You continue talking, trying to keep your nerves in check as the picture of the boy from earlier flashes onto the screen, the same words across his picture in red. “The drug they’re testing is an anaesthesia type gas which they’re calling Sunflower… It seems that in most of the cases it takes the patients about a week to experience the more intense symptoms and then eventually…” Trailing off again, your silence saying everything you couldn’t seem to articulate.

All of a sudden, the door to the lab opens and you see the frame of Dr Violet step inside. She quirks her eyebrow at you and glances at her two unconscious techs, down to the hard drive and then back up at you. You hear a small beep come from the computer notifying you that the upload had been completed. You quickly snatch the drive out of the computer as Dr V stared you down.

Looking at you with a knowing smile she puts her hand out towards you. “I think I’ll be taking that off your hands sweetheart.” She says with her hand outstretched.

“I don’t think so Violet.” You say as you quickly pocket the drive, bringing your hands to hover over the knives strapped to your thighs, bracing for a fight.

A crackle comes through your earpiece suddenly, “Vodka, is everything alright?”

You have no time to respond because all at once Dr V goes in for a jab directly into your stomach. Catching you off guard, you keel over in shock and from being suddenly winded, gripping your stomach. “That’s Doctor to you.” Dr V quips. Gasping, desperately trying to regain your breath you pull out one of your knives from your thigh holster and lunge at her, aiming a blow for her shoulder.

Expecting the blade to sink into soft flesh you put all your weight and strength behind your throw. The knife collides with her shoulder, but nothing happens. You hear the clang of metal clashing. Instead of sinking in, the blade slashes downwards, cutting through her lab coat and her suit revealing a metal covering underneath. The force that should have impacted the doctor reverberates back into your arm sending a jarring shock through your body. Quickly recovering you kick out directly at her left leg landing a heavy blow which forces her to recoil back.

Both catching your breath you stare the doctor down. “How could you possibly think what you’re doing here is ok?” You pant out getting ready for your next move.

“We’re trying to improve the world, make people stronger… but sometimes you have to crack a few bad eggs before you find the right one.” She says matter-of-factly, as she nurses her leg.

You both resume a fighting stance readying yourselves. “You’re hurting so many people just to achieve that goal, can’t you see that the harm outweighs any potential good you’re trying to accomplish?” You throw back at her, a venomous anger reaching your voice at her absolute callousness to the situation. You throw your other blade attempting to take her by surprise and incapacitate her, aiming for her already injured leg. The knife hits its mark with deadly accuracy, sinking into the flesh of her thigh. Dr Violet cries out in pain, sucking air through her teeth as she controls her reaction. She flicks her gaze away from the knife sticking out of her leg back at you, a new fury in her eyes.

“Sunshine are you handling the situation?” You hear Whiskeys tense voice in your ear.

Dr Violet runs at you throwing her non injured leg out kick you hard in the ribs. You grunt in pain, exhaling sharply. Without giving you a chance to recover she grabs you by the throat and clamps her fingers down, restricting any air flow into your lungs. She lifts you up with one arm by the neck keeping you from being able to breath. You grasp her hand with both your own, trying to tear her fingers away from your throat, trying to let any amount of air reach your lungs. She holds you there like you weigh almost nothing, looking you up and down. You thrash out with your legs trying to somehow escape from her grasp as black spots start to cloud your vision.

“Sweetheart?!” You hear Whiskey in your ear once more, his voice riddled with concern. Trying to choke out a response to your partner as your voice cracks, “P-Please…” is all you can muster. You feel yourself start to slip out of consciousness in the doctor’s vice like grip. You hear her calm voice as your body movements start to slow and weaken, “I think you will make a fine new test subject for our trial.” She says with a large smirk gloating at you, her new prize.

All you hear as you finally succumb to unconsciousness is Whiskey yelling your name through the com as your body collides with the floor…

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yourcoolfriendwithallthecandy · 3 years

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Why So Jaded? Chapter 1

Ok, so forever ago, I wrote this story called Why So Jaded for the pairing of Synlet (Buddy “Syndrome” Pine/ Violet Parr) and when I originally wrote it- I got halfway through and lost my drive, inspiration and motivation and I gave it a really lack luster/shoddy ending just to finish it and move on to something else. Which I felt guilty over because the story had so much potential to be something amazing. But I didn’t know how to really wield it then. Well, fast forward several years (9 to be exact), and I’ve grown considerably as a writer. And guess what is getting a revamp? This. So to put this into a real setting, I’ve face casted the crew. Bottom right Aged Up Violet Par who is now 24. Middle redhead. (You will not believe what I’ve gone through to find the right face model for him) Bartholomew “Buddy” Pine, aged. 31. Blonde on the left. Phillip Sebastian. Aged 26.

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Ten years after the events in the movies yet in a modern setting.

Violet Parr as Invisigirl, has since disappeared from the public eye several years ago. She became a protégé to none other than Mirage and has had an incredibly successful career still working for The Agency but working as a spy and agent behind the scenes and foiled more Villains than most Superheroes combined, all without anyone but The Agency ever knowing that she was the one who foiled them.

However Superhero Work has it's price- mentally, emotionally and most of all physically and now Invisigirl has to come out of the shadows and work one last job as a public handler for an Aristo-brat, genius, billionaire, playboy- Mr. Phillip Sebastian who has his own tricks and agenda and requests Invisigirl specifically. Which in turn- put's her back on the radar and put's her under an iron clad contract with not just The Agency but with Mr. Sebastian himself. And it's this one last job that will be the answer to all of Violet Parr's problems. After this, she can disappear for good and never, ever, be found again and live in peace and seclusion. However this job has it’s perks. A handsome asset, one hell of a paycheck and the bonus is that it puts her back into Metroville with her parents and the rest of her family who live just across town, still in suburbia. It's a three year contract and she is already a year in and everything is going perfectly.

Until- Bartholomew aka “Buddy” Pine decides to try his hand at corporate espionage. His target? Phillip Sebastian. Which complicates- everything- for one Miss. Violet Parr. What’s a girl to do?

Why So Jaded?

Chapter 1

Buddy Pine tried to take a calming breath as he continued to work the safe, inside was gold and jewels and other precious things he could care less about. But in the far corner, in an unassuming box would be the nanochip to end all nanochips. It would give IRize all the edge it would ever need on the market. But the more he fought with this stupid safe combination biometric lock, the more frustrated he felt. The biometrics? Easy to fake and duplicate- it was basically a cake walk for him but getting the right three numbers on the combination? Ironically, almost impossible it seemed. It shouldn't be this difficult. But it was. He had built an empire in his relatively short lifetime of just 31 years on this earth and he was on his way to building a second that would dwarf the first. But a damn combination safe lock? It was practically laughing in his face and taunting his defeat at him and he was ready to bash it with his head or just laser the damn thing open and he was so focused on opening it, he didn't notice how the hairs on his arms and neck suddenly rose up to stand on end but the chill down his spine finally pulled him out of his hyper focus which gave him pause.

"I figured I would find you here," Invisigirl accused only a second later as she dropped her invisibility as she leaned her back against the wall next to the safe and casually folded her arms in front of her, watching him closely while putting on an air of amused disinterest as Buddy nearly jumped out of his skin and had a heart attack before he took a moment to realize what was happening and who exactly had snuck up on him before he recognized his new companion.

"You shouldn't sneak up on people like that Invisigirl ," Buddy chastised as he stopped for a moment, seeing if she was going to stop him or arrest him or something. Meanwhile Invisigirl was impressed he seemed to know who she was. Most assumed she was another super. But he didn’t. He seemed to know exactly who she was. Interesting.

In a decade or so she had gone from tween to fully realized Super but she wasn't always walking in her parent's footsteps. In fact very few people even knew where she really stood on the Superhero/Villain or even antihero line mostly because she never did any press or appearances. She had no merch, no public presence and other than foiling a few public villains, she liked to keep her work all behind the scenes and very secretive, if not quite clandestine. She was more of a secret agent and a spy than a superhero and in reality she had done countless jobs without the villains even realizing she was ever involved at all and the few who did realize who had foiled them, rarely got to live long enough to tell anyone who had taken them down, but word had still come out, whispered among closest of allies on both sides. Enough to build a dangerous and lethal reputation among Supers and Villains and even antiheroes alike. It was like she was a ghost most of the time.

Besides, she wasn't even supposed to be here, she was supposed to be half a world away with him, her employer and Buddy’s real competition and target, but who was sadly, one of many competitors. Only about a year ago, there was a paparazzi picture that popped up of her as an assistant of her current employer and it was the first time she had shown up on any radar in the last several years. And it had been an old colleague that had even brought it to Buddy's attention and his jaw had dropped when he realized who she was and ever since Buddy had noticed she got closer and closer to her boss to the point it was rumored that she was his right hand woman if not one woman security detail even though her employer was still guarded by a full security team. A rumor also sprang up that she was also his steady girlfriend because she was his shadow and he never went anywhere without her and coincidentally, it was also the same man who owned the safe he was trying to crack and who had become Buddy’s number 1 rival after his fall from grace a decade earlier. Buddy would have to fire his trackers, they were completely useless now.

"Actually you technically sneaked up on me, I've been here the whole time, and that thing you do with your tongue when you're really concentrating is kinda cute," Invisigirl countered in dry sarcasm with an air of teasing as she examined her gloves, looking for imperfections even though she had carefully crafted her look so that even in the smallest details, she was immaculate. Even her suit had changed. Instead of the traditional red and black of her family, she was in holographic black with sheens and shimmers of the colors of the rainbow with ultraviolet accents and even his eyes could see the brilliant nano armor built into the ethereal fabric that looked remarkably like snake scales. It had been Edna's greatest creation yet and Violet wore it like a second skin. Her long black hair was straightened and even her hair had a super glossy silky sheen as it laid over her shoulder since she had swept it to lay there. She had been growing it out so that it would hit the small of her back and top of her butt when she wore it down, accentuating her gorgeous hourglass figure. While her mother had been bottom heavy and her father had been top heavy. She was perfectly balanced between the two and if anything, ideally and beautifully balanced and proportional, if not dangerously curvy herself and was now a stunning beauty in and out of her suit apparently. Her thick long eyelashes delicately fluttered as she blinked and the wicked curve to her grin was as disarming as her big gorgeous doe eyes in that deep but brilliant shade of violet- that Buddy felt he could get lost in for millennia. But her eyes had many years ago- lost their innocence but gained a sense of worldliness, wisdom and discernment as she looked from her glove back over to his face with a serene if not expectant look on her coquettish features. If Buddy didn't know of her prior, he would think she was the real thief in this situation, if not his competition to get into the safe. And her relaxed posture was clearly non threatening even though he could discern everything about her was in fact, a threat .

But Buddy took her banter and her posture as a sign that she wasn't going to stop him so he continued working the dial, trying to crack the safe and they were silent for a moment as she made no motion that would suggest she was leaving anytime soon as she appeared to settle in and the only sounds to be heard was their breathing. Invisigirl's was calm and even, while Buddy's betrayed just how worked up he was over this combination part of the lock.

"You know, I never thought you would ever be the kind of guy who would do his own dirty work, I thought with this kind of thing you usually used a variety of accomplices, if not some little device or machine, what happened? Your safe cracker device is broken? " Invisigirl instigated as she gave his work a dismissive glance before her eyes traveled up his hands to his arms to the rest of him. Gone was his old suit and eccentric hair style. He was simply wearing black tactical gear and his hair was much shorter, slicked back and still handsome as her eyes took notes of his extensive scarring that even she could see he had been trying to fix with lots plastic surgery so he looked more or less like himself as she refolded her arms loosely under her chest and instead appreciated the painting on the adjacent wall, the glass covering the priceless art giving her the perspective she wanted so that she could look like she was appreciating the art instead of actively watching him as she waited for him to figure out that safe combination as she mentally wondered if she should just open the safe herself to save him this excruciating ordeal because the guy was clearly getting even more flustered now that he had an audience which she thought was telling.

"As a matter of fact, it is. But if you want a job done right, you do it yourself." Buddy managed to answer as he tried to focus on the task at hand as he noticed that answer gave her wicked grin a deeper curve.

"It sounds like you haven't tried to crack a safe in your life, are you even trying to crack it or are you trying to break the locking mechanism by zeroing in on all of those false contact points or will you keep twisting that thing until your fingers fall off?" Invisigirl further instigated as her boredom began to tax her patience. He was supposed to still be a genius. He should have had it by now. She knew she was being distracting but this was bordering on ludicrousy.

"I don't suppose you know the combination?" Buddy drawled, getting annoyed and frustrated with himself that he was getting so flustered by her distracting and alluring presence, let alone the damn lock.

"Of course I do, the combination is your birthday, the creator is a big fan of yours, perhaps one of your biggest, but I'm sure if you simply asked him for the nanochip, he would have given it to you rather than you going through all this trouble of stealing it from him," Invisigirl answered.

"I didn't know your boyfriend was the sharing type," Buddy quipped as he turned the dial with now deft fingers, opening it now with ease. Invisigirl snorted a laugh and shook her head.

"Well at least my cover is intact," she alluded as she pushed off the wall and stretched a bit- bringing her arm over her head and stretching her shoulders and neck. "By the way it's the box on the left, not the right," She added as she began to walk away, flipping her hair off of her shoulder to her back as a cascade of soft silky black hair began to hang down her back as she gave him one last look over her shoulder to make sure he actually got the nanochip and nothing else.

"Wait a minute, you're just going to let me get away with this?" He asked incredulously.

"Yeah, it's not my fault you broke in on my vacation when I'm supposed to be in.. Barcelona? Or is it Madrid? Is that where your goons think I am? By the way, you need to get new ones, they don't blend in at all and their loyalty is flimsy at best, they report their tabs that they keep on you to him before they ever report thier tabs on him to you because his pockets are deeper than yours and who doesn't like to collect at least two paychecks for the same work?" Invisigirl divulged as she continued to lazily saunter away, her hips swaying in a near hypnotizing rhythm that had almost completely distracted Buddy from the safe altogether.

Buddy narrowed his eyes at the contents of the safe, it would be something he would deal with later. "Wait, so he's not your boyfriend?" Buddy inquired as he stowed the nanochip safely away and locked the safe up again before catching up to her and walking beside her for a bit.

Invisigirl gave him a side glance. "Not even close, he has a thing for the thin, ballerina- runway model types, uses them faster than Kleenex," Invisigirl answered flippantly with a waive of her delicate and slender fingers before turning a corner and opening a door to an office and walking over to the window, opening it and getting ready to jump out.

"You're jumping?" Buddy inquired knowing that his exit route was eerily similar.

"Again. Not even close," Invisigirl practically laughed as she tapped on the device in her ear, a sliding door to a small hovercraft opened right in front of them as the outline of it began to warp the view around it as it moved closer to her. "You didn't think I'm the only thing capable of disappearing did you? I would offer you a ride but, something tells me you already have one, see you around Syndrome," Invisigirl bid him with a mock salute as she gracefully hopped from the window sill to the waiting door and into the aircraft.

"Hey, haven't you heard? Syndrome died, like a decade ago, he got pulled into a jet turbine. Horrible painful death. He ain't coming back from the dead." He called after her which made her pause and turn to look at him curiously.

"Did he? Well in that case. Good riddance to him then, the world's a much better place without him." She called back before the door closed and vanished completely again. The only evidence that it was gone was a stiffer than normal breeze. Buddy could just barely hear it fly away and felt his stomach collect a few butterflies as a smile bloomed on his face. A jaded Invisigirl was a sexy Invisigirl and she knew it. Color him intrigued, if not quite impressed as he wondered if he was one of the first to ever get to see her in action and live to tell about it.

#Why So Jaded #Why So Jaded Chapter 1 #Synlet #Buddy Syndrome Pine #Bartholomew Pine #Violet Parr #Invisigirl #Corporate espionage AU #Modern AU #Let the games begin

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caeruleis · 4 years

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Gran + Scar/Skin Headcanons

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Gran’s hands are extremely rough to the touch. If one were to run their fingers along his knuckles or across his palms, it would almost feel like touching sandpaper. He has countless tiny cuts, small scars, and blisters all over his hands that are almost unpleasant to feel. They are primarily a result of his gift for magic (and his over reliance on it because he is not good with physical weapons) and healing (a reminder that my Gran is primarily a healer and mage, though he can wield most weapons he does not have much talent with them). Magic is finicky at best. As a, generally, average human Gran doesn’t harbor a special connection to it, even if the world is overflowing with it. It takes trial and error to get spells right, especially given the fact that he has to figure out how to sign them in order to cast them if they can’t be channeled through a staff (or he doesn’t have one on him). There’s no spell book in place for him, he has to figure out everything on his own, and it is not a smooth process. It backfires on him more often than not, and he’s left with sores and burns on his fingers and palms from failed attempts that linger long after he perfects a spell. And he is more comfortable with certain elements as a result, to the point where he is almost hesitant to use others because he’s injured himself enough to make him weary of them. As mentioned on his profile, light is his preferred element followed by dark and then water. These are three easiest for him to cast through sign language and the rebound for them doesn’t sting as much. He is terrified of casting fire-related spells, and will do everything in his power to avoid it because he has burned himself countless times trying to cast them (he’s good at hiding his mild fear of fire, as he is good at hiding most things, but it’s there if one looks). He often had his hands wrapped or covered in ointment so Lyria doesn’t notice and worry for him.

His fingers are also very stiff and rigid - they don’t always bend as intended, and he’s not suited for doing delicate tasks with them as a result, but he can work with them on better days when his chronic pain isn’t flaring up and makes his joins a bit more flexible than usual. That being said, he is an incredible healer and a prodigy in the field. This does also mean he has a lot more knowledge about human anatomy/the body than one might think at a glance (weak points, whatnot, as well as knowledge pertaining to treating wounds/serious injuries without the use of potions or spells if he must). This has nothing to do with the headcanon, but Gran knows where your pressure points are and you should be afraid).

The rest of his body isn’t much better off than his hands, and he often wears baggy clothing to hide the extent of how bad he’s had it over the years of traveling because he dislikes it when people worry for him. He’s littered with scars because he tends to be reckless and has a disregard for his own life, and because he often has little choice but to act drastically in order to survive (going back, again, to the fact that my Gran is not and has never been a gifted fighter and so he fights tooth and nail just to make it through some of the uglier battles, and he fights dirty because he doesn’t have a choice if he wants to live). Oftentimes, he can’t actually name where his scars came from and they hold little meaning to him as a whole. Some are small, others are rather large. Some are almost invisible and others are quite apparent. If someone ran their fingers down his arms, his skin would feel lumpy and uneven from the remains of popped blisters and old scars. The same can be applied to his legs, even the skin on his face feels uneven and rough and several of the freckles on his cheeks seem faded where they rest against bumps.

The worst of his scars are on his back and chest. The ones left by the Hydra when he had first met Lyria are above and beyond the worst on his entire body to the point where they almost look fresh, as if they had never healed at all. And, at times, they feel like a brand new wound (that flares up and causes him pain) rather than a set of ugly, twisting scars that take up almost his entire chest and stops after marring the skin of his neck past his collarbone, going just a bit onto his neck (the very edge of them is sometimes visible beneath the collar of his shirt if the wind catches it just right). A combination of claw marks and burns, they are incredibly unpleasant to the touch to the point where they almost feel hot, as if they have a life of their own. There are times when he’s scrubbed the skin around them raw in an attempt to be rid of them because they feel so alive to him, and he dislikes looking at them. He also never wears outfits that reveal them, and often tries to forget about them. They may be the reason he’s able to go on this adventure in the first place, but the memory of dying isn’t one he likes to dwell on. If someone were to see the scars left behind by the Hydra, even on purpose, and attempted to touch them, there’s a good chance he’ll stop them.

He does, of course, recall where a few of the others come from. While most are from battle, his own magic backfiring on him, or from training, he has have a handful with fonder memories. For example, he has a patch of skin on his right arm that is always tinted a light pink from when he had tried to bake with Lyria the first time and she had fumbled with the pan and he had, stupidly, tried to balance it against his arm without gloves so the pie they had been working on wouldn’t fall on the ground. It’s easier for him to remember the stories about the ones he’s gotten doing more mundane tasks than the ones he got in the heat of battle (though the ones from nastier battles, he always remembers, he might just actively pretend he doesn’t if they’re pointed out).

(A note that, as listed in his profile, he is trans, and he does not have what would be the equivalent of top surgery so his outfits often differ from canon slightly to march what he feels most comfortable with).

Anyway, the moral of the story is that Gran’s hands are very unpleasant to hold (but should be held anyway).

#| ☩ The breaking of a single wave cannot explain the vastness of the sea ☩ (Gran: headcanon) |#{ I know what you're thinking }#{ Noise are you back at it with the useless info dumps about Gran }#{ Yes yes I am }#{ Will I ever shut up about my boy }#{ No I will not }#{ I should make a post about Lucifer's original body and how messed up it got from fighting but will basically never be relevant #since I write him mostly in revival aus so he never has his original body and therefore none of the scars he had gotten }#{ Will I write it anyway to make myself sad? Maybe lol }#{ why do I always write headcanons when it's swiftly nearing 2a #*2am? }#{ Does this make sense stay tuned to find out }#{ No I do not sleep sleep is for the weak the night is young hgurfdhkugy }

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tsarisfanfiction · 4 years

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Teach (Tales From The Heart)

Fandom: One Piece Rating: Gen Warnings: None Characters: Law, Chopper

The light clopping of hooves on the decking was the first clue Law had towards his fellow doctor's approach. He stayed still, glancing at the tanuki out of the corner of his eye to see him taking three steps forwards then two steps back, constantly looking back at someone. That someone, Law could just about tell from his peripheral vision, wore an obnoxiously bright red shirt undone, and the infamous Strawhat on his head. The hat bobbed up and down, and Law had seen enough of the other captain to suspect there was one of those impossibly wide grins on his face.

Trying to focus on his periphery, as well as attempting to decipher Mugiwara-ya's latest brand of insanity, was giving him a headache so he returned his attention to the quivering tanuki, noticing the large volume clutched awkwardly in too-dexterous hooves. The title wasn't visible from that angle, but there were very few reasons Law could think of for Tanuki-ya to approach him with a book, and he debated how he felt about it.

He disliked doctors. Blinded by their cushy positions as one of the most important professions in society, they turned away from anyone that didn't fit the nice, simple role of 'patient'. Medical research had long since faded away into obscurity in his experience. He'd seen none of it since Flevance, and while he had heard of a winter island in Paradise that boasted similar prowess, until he saw it with his own eyes he wouldn't permit himself to believe that a hub of research still existed.

Of course, there were the doctors on the other side of the law, working underground, or even pirate doctors like himself and Tanuki-ya, but he disliked their practices almost as much as the blind law-abiding ones. He'd never met an illegal doctor with a respectable work area, or ethic. Many of them were money-grabbing frauds, and while Law knew he could hardly talk about ethics he could at least say that on the rare occasion he chose to treat someone he didn't rob them blind in the process.

He wasn't sure where on his scale of legal scum to illegal scum the Strawhat doctor fell yet. On Punk Hazard he had seemed naïve, stupidly so (Law knew first hand how it was impossible to save everyone and that sometimes it was better to let nature run its course), yet the work he'd put into counteracting Caesar's drugs… Law hadn't seen anything like it outside of his own submarine for sixteen long years. The fact that there was no obvious niche to put the inhuman doctor in made him uneasy, if he was honest with himself.

"L-law." The tanuki had reached arms' length (if an arm was to be measured in Robo-ya's standards) and stopped, clearly setting himself an invisible barrier which was not to be crossed. Law had no objections, unwilling to get closer to any of the other crew than he had to. He'd been close enough, embarrassingly so, to the other doctor already and was unwilling to repeat the experience. He turned his head to face him silently, regarding the way he fidgeted as if he was on the verge of fleeing. Dimly he recalled the reindeer form he'd seen the other take and wondered if it was his natural flight instinct kicking in.

"Tanuki-ya," he acknowledged after the silence stretched on too long. With Caesar nearby and Doflamingo ahead, any patience he might normally have exhibited had long since evaporated, and he was in no mood to deal with Tanuki-ya's skittishness.

"I-I-" the small doctor stuttered, pulling the book closer to his chest for a moment. "I'm not a tanuki, you bastard!" he exploded, honestly catching Law by surprise. The skittish creature had just shouted at him and insulted him? Was bipolarity a common disorder in the Strawhat crew? Certainly many of them, captain very obviously included, exhibited the symptoms. The creature took a deep breath, calming himself, before continuing. Clearly he'd realised that arguing over whether or not he was a tanuki was a waste of breath. Law appreciated it.

"Are you really a surgeon?" was the question that finally escaped his mouth, to Law's surprise. There were many things people often asked him if given the chance ("what's with the hat" and "what's with the tattoos" prominent), but that was a new one. He remained silent and the tanuki rushed on. "I mean, I know the Marines say you are, and I know you're a doctor, but the Marines don't necessarily know what the difference is so I was wondering if you were actually a surgeon," he garbled, to Law's raised eyebrow.

"I am," he said simply, and he swore the tanuki's eyes briefly turned into stars, disturbingly similar to the way his captain viewed meat (Law may not have been with the Strawhats for very long, but long-term exposure was hardly a requirement to learn of Mugiwara-ya's obsession with meat).

Their invisible boundary disappeared alongside all the wariness the tanuki had been exhibiting as he bounded the last couple of feet to settle in front of Law, placing the heavy tome down in front of him excitedly. As Law had surmised, it was medical in nature. More specifically, it appeared to be about the surgery of organs.

He was slightly taken aback at how easily the tanuki appeared to have him figured, until he remembered that he had been present to see him clutching more than one heart during their time on Punk Hazard. That was probably a large clue.

"I've never been very good at surgery," the tanuki confessed, to Law's complete unsurprise. Uncannily dextrous or not, he had yet to see the tanuki take a form with hooves appropriate for conventional surgery. "But I saw Luffy's scar, a-and I don't want to be useless. Not like I was with Mocha and the others." Law hardly thought that developing a temporary antidote on the fly was useless, but it wasn't his job to give self-depreciating tanukis pep talks. "So… I-I was wondering if you could explain some things?"

Law had no reason to explain anything to a rival crew member. He certainly had no obligation to, nor was there any incentive that he could see (he would only later find out about the Torino Island herbs and regret not demanding those as exchange, forgetting that with the tanuki as he was he'd probably gift them if Law showed any interest at all).

Perhaps it was the fur, or the simple anthropomorphology that he exhibited, but for just a moment Law thought he was looking at Bepo when the Mink really really wanted something (begging for the submarine to resurface because it's too hot, Captain top of the list), and before he'd even realised what he was doing, he'd reached for the book in question and flipped it open to a marked page.

It was on stomachs, and Law immediately recognised the interest as stemming from Mugiwara-ya's own Marineford injury, although he was more unpleasantly reminded of a more recent surgery he'd performed. Dutifully, he began to decipher some of the terms, delighted when the tanuki absorbed his words like a sponge.

Outside of his crew, no-one ever listened to him. Even casual conversation was an exchange of words barely tailored to the situation at hand, and absolutely no-one wanted to discuss medical techniques with the Surgeon of Death. In all fairness, whoever he'd ever brought the subject up with had probably thought he'd intended on using them as the example (and in some cases they would have been right, but Law didn't always use it as a threat, just most of the time).

His crew, for all he loved them, struggled with the nuances of surgery. Few of them had minds geared in such a way that they could view the body as a puzzle, and usually their medical training stopped at basic scrapes and superficial wounds. Others had persevered further, and Law remembered Penguin and Shachi studiously pulling stitches through each other's arms (with Bepo around, mammals were a no-go and neither amphibians nor reptiles had skin close enough to a humans' for Law's satisfaction) as he supervised closely. Neither of them had much aptitude for healing at all, capable of patching up scrapes but nothing else, but the way that they had forced themselves to learn, because they thought that Law needed someone else that could treat wounds, had touched him. It could also have been because they thought Law was happiest when he was teaching, sharing his knowledge. Law liked to deny that idea, because if it was true that meant that even as a young teen, knowing them for less than a year at the time, he'd already been an open book to them.

Tanuki-ya was the most attentive student he'd had since those days, cowering under the sea for weeks at a time and teaching two ruffians who knew how to hurt but not to heal while they waited for Doflamingo to leave.

When he started asking questions back, debating techniques and showing a quick yet accurate comprehension of everything Law was saying, and the inquisitiveness required for research, Law wanted to cry. Finally, someone else who cared about technique enhancement, further research and studies to broaden the profession.

The fact that the one person with such pure desires wasn't even human spoke volumes.

#one piece #one piece fanfiction #heart pirates #tales from the heart #tsari writes fanfiction #trafalgar law #tony tony chopper

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cogentranting · 4 years

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Because I Would Not Stop For Death Pt 1.

Summary: My version of the ending of Supernatural, with a specific emphasis on Dean as the main character. Also on: AO3 Accompanying Meta: X

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Dean had spent his whole life traveling roads like this, stretching straight ahead into nothingness, no lights but the stars above, no sounds but the surging rock music and purr of the engine. And no one around—not people to save or monsters to fight—except, perhaps, for whatever family happened to be riding alongside him, though on this night he was alone. Normally, he found nights like these peaceful. The reverberations of the Impala’s engine felt like extensions of himself, and the open road looked like freedom. But now that feeling of peace and possibility had been replaced by an urgency that Dean could not explain. The plains around him felt raw and exposed, and some sober presentiment made him feel like playing music would shatter the tentative waiting. His foot pressed a little more insistently against the accelerator. He needed to get home.

The sound of his phone going off, startled Dean and he scrambled to answer it before a second ring could further disrupt the reverie of the night.

“Did you get it?” Sam’s haggard voice came over the line. It had been months since Chuck had turned on them and raised the monsters from their past. They’d been run ragged, chasing down rogue monsters and dodging old enemies, all the while looking for something that would help them when the other shoe inevitably dropped, and Chuck made his next move. It had taken its toll on Sam, and Dean had fought hard to find an excuse for Sam to sit this particular mission out, hoping that maybe Sam would rest. If any rest had happened, it had not been enough.

“The lead was a bust,” Dean replied. Rumors and scraps of lore had pointed to a hand of God surfacing in a small town a few hours away, and Dean had chased after it in the desperate hope that it might be something they could use against Chuck. All he had gotten for his trouble was a cursed object and some bizarre locals. “What about things there? How’s Jack?”

The one bright spot, the little piece of hope that Dean was clinging to but couldn’t really believe: Jack had been resurrected months ago, and was now fully restored to them. Soul and all. “Good,” Sam replied. “He’s worried about taking on Chuck, obviously and he’s stressed. But he’s himself again. And he’s getting stronger.”

Dean breathed a sigh of relief in spite of himself. He let the hope grow a little bigger, even as the morass of his thoughts dragged at him. He could almost feel the gun in his hand, see the look on Jack’s face as Dean had pointed it at him, with every intention of—Dean cut his thought off fighting the shame and guilt aside for the moment. Of course he and Jack had talked when he came back. There had been confessions, lots of guilt, and Jack had forgiven him, and he’d forgiven Jack for… that other thing. Dean couldn’t quite bear to name it, even in his own thoughts. Still the thought of what he’d tried to do to Jack would be added to the long list of things that Dean could never wholly forgive himself for.

He repositioned the phone on his ear. “Well good. Bout time we had a win.” He forced false optimism into his voice. “Team Free Will 2.0. Ready to save the world one last time.” He hoped that maybe a little of his manufactured hope would rub off on Sam. He never heard Sam’s reply.

The Impala’s headlights caught the shadow of something in the road and Dean slammed on the brakes. The phone fell to the floor and slid under the seat. The speeding car screeched to a halt just a few feet from the massive barrier. For a few seconds Dean leaned over the steering wheel and stared at the obstacle which blocked the road completely. Well… to say that it blocked the road wasn’t accurate. It was the road. Earth and asphalt had been ripped up and formed into a wall, five feet high, several feet thick. Something about the way it was piled gave the distinct impression of having exploded upward of its own accord.

Dean shook his head. “Uh uh. Nope.” Sam’s voice could be heard faintly calling his name from the phone beneath the seat. Dean ignored it and threw the car into reverse.

An invisible force slammed into the side of the Impala. The quiet night was torn open by the protesting shriek and thunder of metal as the car briefly lifted into the air and then hit the ground, rolling once… twice… three times before coming to a rest startlingly upright.

Stars and shadows crowded Dean’s vision. There was an ache in his body that seemed to have no origin and no end. Practically on instinct, he turned the ignition key. The engine sputtered and died. Dean felt almost calm; the night’s urgency had melted away with the arrival of the threat his instincts had awaited. Here was the fight his blood so often called for. His hand found the demon knife without issue in the pitch darkness of the car, as if it were drawn by fate.

Slowly he stepped from the car, letting the door swing shut behind him as he surveyed the plain for his assailant. This was Dean Winchester to the core—bruised and bloodied, nothing but the Impala at his back, the potential of all the horrors of the night before him, only a knife in his hands, and still he wore the steadfast conviction that this fight was not his last. This was Dean, and the three approaching figures knew it well.

Not much scared Dean. He’d been hunting since well before he’d passed through puberty. Since then, he’d fought gods and angels and primordial beings, killed many of them, and mouthed off to all. But if any of those things he’d faced in all his years of hunting could make his blood run cold, it was these three walking toward him.

Abaddon. Alistair. Azazel.

“Hey fellas,” Dean called as they drew closer. “You’re looking better than the last time I saw you—you get some work done?”

Abaddon gave a terse laugh. “I wish I could say the same about you Dean. You look tired. You really should take better care of yourself. Such a waste of that pretty face. And since we’re on the subject,” she reached up and pulled the collar of her shirt down just far enough to reveal the tops of a series of thick jagged scars. Scars from where Dean had hacked at her chest with the First Blade. “You did a little work on me yourself.”

Demons didn’t scar, and every time Dean had been resurrected his old wounds and scars had been erased. This must have been a special gift from Chuck.

“Did a little work on all of us,” Alistair added, gesturing to the scars crisscrossing his face from the day Dean had tortured him. “I have to say, cosmetic surgery: not your calling.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Dean lunged forward with the demon knife, slashing Alistair’s face and sinking the blade into Abaddon’s chest in one motion, all the while internally raging at the futility of the action. A butter knife would do him just as much good against things like these. Abaddon roared in fury, while Alistair’s throat contorted with a deranged chuckle.

Azazel flicked his wrist indolently. Dean slammed backwards into the Impala. “Chill out, Kid.”

The force pressed him persistently back against the twisted metal, just hard enough to hurt. It always felt like someone was sitting on his chest—a little difficult to breathe, speaking a little too strenuous to be worth it.

“Hey Sweetheart, hold this for me,” Azazel called to Abaddon. “If you can manage. I heard that last time you had some trouble with that.” Abaddon scowled and assumed control of holding Dean in place.

Azazel sidled forward and leaned against the car next to Dean, his face a mere breath away. The smug half smile ignited something in Dean, the embers of an old rage he’d finally buried after decades of effort, now recklessly thrown into the open to be fanned into flame once more. “Ah Dean. It’s been too long. Let’s catch up.”

“Sure,” Dean snarled around the choking sensation that comes when the deepest wounds reopen. “Remember that time I shot you in the face?”

The demon gave a genuine grin even as unmistakable savagery flashed in his yellow eyes. “Never thought you had it in you kid. I mean, you told me you would do it. Back in the 70’s. Just before I killed Grandpa. But still, when you pulled that trigger, I was stunned.”

“He doesn’t have the eye for talent that I do.” Alistair winked. He had retrieved the demon knife from where it had fallen on the grass and was idly turning it over and over.

Azazel nodded thoughtfully. “It’s true. I dropped the ball. Put all my money on Sammy. From what I hear, apart from a few benders, he never really lived up to all the hype. But the things I’ve heard about you. Daddy’s pathetically loyal little attack dog became Alistair’s star pupil. Started the Apocalypse. Knocked the angels off their perch. Bore the Mark of Cain. And became a knight of Hell. Oh I wish I could’ve seen Dean Winchester tearing humans apart with that mark.” He pried Dean’s arm away from his side and examined the forearm. “Shame you got rid of it. Real waste.”

Alistair stalked closer. The eerie white eyes flicked from side to side, tracking some phantom thought. “You should really be thanking me, Dean.” The knife turned again and again in his hands. “I remade you. The old you never would have made it this far. Anything remarkable about you I carved into you. In a way, you owe me.” He leaned in, so close Dean could smell the decay lingering on him, and with a startling intensity he searched Dean’s gaze for something. His pallid lips curled into a smile. “You can pay some of that back now.”

This time Dean didn’t see the knife turn. It was in and out three times and the blood was beginning to warm the shirt over his lower abdomen before the pain registered. A quiet gasp was all Dean could manage.

Azazel carried on as if the violence had escaped his notice. “But of course there’s so much that you’ve done that I just can’t allow you to get away with. I had all these glorious plans about how I was going to get Hell on Earth ready and then bring back Lucifer. Then when, he finally does come back, you go and get an archangel supercharge and kill him. And even worse, there’s the horribly decent upbringing you’re giving Lucifer’s kid.”

The demon’s voice faded out slightly and as Dean’s head lolled backwards the stars swirled above him. He recognized the thing swelling up within him. That strange force that was creeping into the space left behind by his blood as it seeped into the night air. It was death. He should know. He’d died enough times. The thought of dying here made him more angry than scared. It wasn’t fair that he should have beaten these scars of the past so long ago, and that they should be thrown back at him now. But even that anger was fading quickly. The stars made his anger feel small.

Vaguely, he wondered where he would go this time. He wasn’t sure he wanted to go to Heaven. His mom and dad and Bobby were there, but there were a lot of bad memories up there—vengeful angels and the like. Besides, with God himself mad at him, it seemed pretty pointless to hope for a shot at Heaven. Alistair here was certainly a reminder of how much he wanted to avoid going back to Hell. The Empty didn’t sound much better. Purgatory wouldn’t be so bad. Hunting forever, never losing the thrill of the fight, maybe he’d even see Benny again. Not so bad at all.

Azazel wrenched his head back down, forcing him to look into yellow eyes. Hatred that strong and old is dense and it held Dean in this life a little longer. He gritted his teeth. The fight wasn’t gone from him yet. Silently, without even really forming the words in his head, Dean half-formed a prayer to Jack.

“Here’s the thing, Kid,” Azazel began, with the tone of a business negotiator. “I’d like to take my time with this. Relish the moment, make it slow. But, we’re not here just for us. I’m sure you guessed, the Big Man brought us back for a reason. He asked us to deliver a gift for you.”

He couldn’t turn his head to see where the demons produced it from, but when Azazel held up the crystal, glowing with searing white light, Dean recognized it instantly. A bomb forged from the energy of hundreds of thousands of souls, specifically for the purpose of killing the Darkness.

Abaddon laughed. “Looks like he remembers it.”

“Oh good. So I won’t have to explain what this does.” Azazel fondled the bomb carefully. “A weapon capable of killing God’s sister… makes you wonder what it’ll do to a human.”

There was no time for any sort of response. A few words of incantation and the light blazed out of the crystal into Dean’s chest. His mouth gaped, his fingernails dug at the Impala’s paint, all he saw was light, and all he could feel was heat. Then the night went cold and silent once more and he gasped, small shallow breaths, because anything deeper pulled at the ragged wound in his stomach. In the aftermath of the brilliant light, the night was blacker and all Dean could see was Azazel’s mocking yellow eyes.

“Good catching up, Kid.”

The weight lifted from his chest and Dean dropped to the ground, alone again, the twisted mass of the Impala the only sight for miles. He tried to get his legs under him but they didn’t respond. A trembling hand went to the knife wound and came away slick with blood. Cold pulled at his limbs and numbed the edges of his mind, all the while an unutterable heat was building in his chest. Building and building, with a heat that threatened to eclipse his very being, pulling the bits of himself away from each other, even as that cold, seeping nothing dragged him down and down. He couldn’t hold his hand against the flow of blood anymore and it dropped to his side. Low pulses of energy shone around him, real enough to illuminate the night. He closed his eyes and felt Baby’s cold metal against his skin.

The rustle of wings forced his eyes open. There was Jack standing on the road. But it was fear, not hope that spurred Dean. He could feel it, like a racing heartbeat, the urgent pulse of the bomb within him. The god-killing bomb. Jack took a step off the road, toward him. Dean found one last surge of adrenaline, or will power, or fatherly instinct and with all his strength shouted, “Jack, no! Get back!”

He saw it in Jack’s face as the boy sensed the energy radiating off him and realized the danger. And in relief he listened to the rustle of wings as Jack retreated. There was a shattering, blinding, rush of light and heat and energy, and the Kansas plain looked like daylight, then deadly whiteness, then madness itself. Then it was night once more and even the stars seemed dark. And there was nothing.

Jack watched the flash from a few miles away. He felt nothing. But a very different nothing than what he had experienced when he had no soul. That was a calm, cold nothing. This was a tense, fragile nothing, like a held breath. As darkness settled again he took flight and reappeared where he’d left Dean.

He thought he’d missed his mark. This was not the place he’d left. There was no swaying prairie grass. No worn asphalt. No Impala. No Dean. There was only a ringing in the air, and dirt that, on closer inspection, was not just dark but scorched black. Jack stood and felt the aura of destruction that hung about this place, absorbing to the core of his being the sense of all the things that on this night had been reduced to a shattered, stark nothing.

The phone dragged down Sam’s hand as he paced the library, willing it to ring. Dark shadows under his eyes gave his a face a haggard look, as if it had been weeks of sleeplessness, not a single night. Twelve hours had passed since Dean’s phone cut out. Twelve hours since any news.

While Sam paced, Cas sat at one of the tables, dreadfully still, his faze fixed staidly, on an indeterminable point on the wall. Sam whirled toward him, his fear suddenly made manifest as anger. “I’m going out to look for them.”

Cas held out an arm perfunctorily, playing his role in a scene that had already been rehearsed several times over the interminable hours. “You already went out looking, for hours, and you didn’t find any trace of them.”

“I can’t just sit here and do nothing.”

“You don’t even know which roads to search. Jack has wings. If anyone can find Dean, it’s him.”

A hundred memories of Dean in danger, hurt, dying, competed for attention in Sam’s mind. He opened his mouth to continue the fight or give in, he hadn’t quite decided which. Before he could muster the energy to see where his words led him, he was interrupted by the sound of wings.

Jack landed heavily, staggering slightly. The boy looked wearier than a nearly omnipotent being had any right to. Both men took a staggering half step toward him, unsure whether to rush to his aid or give him space. Even as relief at Jack’s safety calmed a flurry of fears in Sam’s mind, he was searching the empty space behind Jack, as if believing that Dean would suddenly materialize.

Jack’s shattered stare held their questions at bay. The bunker itself held a trembling breath. Ghosts of memories peered in through the doorways, waiting for an answer to an unasked question.

When he could stand it no longer, Sam broke the silence, his voice uncharacteristically small. “Did you find him.”

“There were demons… and I thought I got there in time… Dean told me to run and I- I… there was an explosion like nothing I’ve ever seen before.”

Cas chose his words like picking through shards of broken glass. “Jack, what kind of explosion?”

Asking that question was easier. Focus on the trees, don’t look at the forest. Not yet.

Jack seemed lost for a moment. “There was this energy… it felt like” he searched his memory trying to pinpoint the memory that itched in the back of his mind. “Like the energy from my soul I used to kill Michael.”

Cas’s gaze darkened at some thought that accosted him, but Sam had reached his breaking point. “But Dean. Jack, where’s Dean?”

Jack looked up, eyes wide, as if asking for Sam’s forgiveness. “He’s gone.”

“Then bring him back. Like you brought Cas back.”

“I tried. But it was like with Mary-” Jack choked on the words and the memory and Sam flinched a little. Jack cleared his throat and started again. “It was like with Mary. There was nothing left. Nothing I could do. After the explosion… even the Impala was just gone.”

Sam sagged against the wall. Empty space opened below him and he could feel it sucking him down, down, further down into the great vacuum of everyone he’d lost. There’d always been so much loss in his life. From his mother, to the friends left behind by a life on the road, to Jess, his father, Bobby… But no loss ever ached quite like the prospect of life without Dean. It was like asking him to live without the ground beneath his feet.

The look of a caged animal came into Sam’s eyes. “I need to see him. Take me to Heaven.” He’d lived without Dean before. And every time something took Dean away, it left him changed. Sometimes incomplete, or twisted, or broken, sometimes not. But always changed. And maybe he could do it this time, now that he had Cas and Jack and Eileen, and if Dean were in Heaven with Mom and Dad and Bobby… If he could just talk to Dean and know. Then maybe he could know what to do.

But Jack shook his head, a little fearfully, a little desperately, like a child overwhelmed by what they didn’t understand. “He’s not there.”

“Then take me to Hell!” Sam roared, with more anger than he’d intended.

Jack didn’t flinch away. He understood the desperation gripping Sam. He’d felt it himself hours earlier when he found that he couldn’t bring Dean back, and had formed the exact same plan that now burned wildly through Sam, and likely Cas as well. In vain. “He’s not there either.” His voice had become softer, like a parent soothing a child.

Panic spun Sam’s heart. “What do you mean? Where is he?”

Jack shook his head. “I searched everywhere. Heaven, Hell, Purgatory. I searched and I tried to get answers from every angel and demon and monster that I met but he’s not there. I don’t… I don’t know where Dean’s soul is. Maybe the Empty but I can’t get there. Not on my own.”

“No. I don’t think he’s in the Empty.” Cas’s voice was low and filled with trepidation. Neither Jack nor Sam dared prompt him to continue. He did anyway. “The way Jack described the energy, as being like the magic from his soul… Sam, I think the soul bomb killed Dean.”

“The one Rowena and Billie helped us make?”

Cas nodded. “Or one like it. The thing is, that bomb was designed to kill the Darkness. To kill something on the level of God himself. If that’s what killed Dean…” His voice trailed off.

For a moment the trio felt the cold expanse of the empty bunker press down on them with a menacing, aching, loneliness. Finally Cas, collected himself and pronounced his judgment.

“I don’t think Dean’s soul is in Heaven or Hell, because I think it was completely destroyed.”

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Part 2

#Supernatural #spn #dean winchester #supernatural series ending #spn fic #my writing

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anonymous-wolf22 · 4 years

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Fuck Yeah

1: Name Kai

2: Age 22

3: 3 Fears Fiance leaving me, never meeting him face-to-face, being alone with my thoughts

4: 3 things I love My fiance, food/desserts, and animals ^^

5: 4 turns on Hell, anything my fiance says to me, forced to submit, pain, and just looking at my fiance

6: 4 turns off Talking bout my parents, my current life situation, thinking about a certain asshole, and my depressing thoughts seeping through

7: My best friend That one’s hard.... It’s a tie between David and Kiana, though I’m leaning more towards David

8: Sexual orientation Bi-sexual <3

9: My best first date What first date?

10: How tall am I 5.1 ft :’(

11: What do I miss Triple Chocolate Fudge Cake

12: What time were I born 1:03 pm

13: Favorite color Black, Red, Purple, and Blue

14: Do I have a crush Yep :)

15: Favorite quote I got lots

“It’s funny how someone can break your heart and you still love them with all the tiny pieces”

“I choose you. And I’ll choose you, over and over. Without pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat. I’ll keep choosing you”

“The demons are back and stronger than ever. They are looking for a fight, looking to win, and this time, I might just let them.....”

16: Favorite place Does in my fiances arms count if I haven’t been there yet?

17: Favorite food They are all number 1 <3

18: Do I use sarcasm Sometimes

19: What am I listening to right now Criminal by Britney Spears

20: First thing I notice in new person Hmm, the way they act, their personality~

21: Shoe size Fuck, idk lmao

22: Eye color Blue

23: Hair color Dirty-Blonde (Wish it was black)

24: Favorite style of clothing I don’t know, I guess loose and comfy

25: Ever done a prank call? Can’t remember

27: Meaning behind my URL Don’t have one

28: Favorite movie Fuck, uhhhh..... Deadpool 1&2 for now~

29: Favorite song Lot’s, Baby Don’t Cut - Bmike, Anxiety - Blackbear, Hold On - Chord Overstreet, and more fucking depressing songs <3

30: Favorite band Hmmm.... Ramstein

31: How I feel right now Eh, depressed, loved, horny, sad, upset, happy, it’s all jumbled up

32: Someone I love My fiance~

33: My current relationship status Engaged <3 <3

34: My relationship with my parents I wouldn’t care if they died, not going to lie, I would do it if there were no consequences

35: Favorite holiday Halloween ;o

36: Tattoos and piercing i have Sadly, no tats yet. Only piercings I have so far, are my ears

37: Tattoos and piercing i want Tattoo: A knife going through a skull with chains loosely wrapped around it Piercing: The tip of my ears

38: The reason I joined Tumblr My fiance told me about it, and it was an easier way for us to chat with each other and send each other all of the dirty little naughty things we want~

39: Do I and my last ex hate each other? I don’t know if he hates me, but I don’t know if I hate him, I’m just fucked up and confused

40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? Sometimes

41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? Nope, but I hope to soon~

42: When did I last hold hands? Hold hands? I think that was in 8th grade when my friend Kiana was dragging me away from the bullies

43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? Like 5-10 minutes

44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days? Yep

45: Where am I right now? In my cursed room

46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? Depends, where am I? In England, my fiance. Here? I don’t know, Kiana

47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? Depends on the type of music playing, and also what it’s playing from, like headphones.

48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? Unfortunately

49: Am I excited for anything? 2024 :3

50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? Yep

51: How often do I wear a fake smile? Honestly? 97% of the time

52: When was the last time I hugged someone? I don’t know, uhmmm..... think it was in 11th grade

53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? Well, that’s a hard one, cause I have yet to kiss anyone. But, say if it was my fiance, I would slap the shit out of whoever he is kissing, and probably shove a stick up their @$$

54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? ....

55: What is something I disliked about today? No chocolate

56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? My fiance, I just want him in front of me and to hug him and never let go~

57: What do I think about most? 2024, Desserts, Fiance, Music, Pets, unfortunately, John

58: What’s my strangest talent? Uhhh.... Don’t really have any, I guess hiding how I truly feel inside

59: Do I have any strange phobias? Is being deathly afraid of ants a strange phobia?

60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? Behind, 100%

61: What was the last lie I told? That I was fine

62: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? I don’t know, they both seem a bit weird to me

63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? Ghosts, yes. Aliens? I don’t know

64: Do I believe in magic? Who knows

65: Do I believe in luck? Sometimes

66: What’s the weather like right now? Clear

67: What was the last book I’ve read? A fan-fiction of RWBY

68: Do I like the smell of gasoline? Yesssss

69: Do I have any nicknames? K

70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? My arm twisting completely around

71: Do I spend money or save it? Save

72: Can I touch my nose with a tongue? Nope :(

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me? Eww, fuck noooo

74: Favorite animal? Entire Cat family and wolves

75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM? Watching “Love 020″ on Netflix

76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is? Hmmm.... I have no clue, never really thought about it

77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? Lots, but, definitely this one: Dream of You - Camila Cabello and Battle Scars - Lupe Fiasco

78: How can you win my heart? Be mindful of how I truly feel, care for me like no one ever has, be a dominant

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone? "I had so many battle scars from my war, but my love healed them away~”

80: What is my favorite word? Chocolate

81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr @thelonewolf84 @we-are-beautiful-s0uls @britishdom

82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? I don’t give a fuck what you think about who I love

83: Do I have any relatives in jail? Yeah, my bio-father

84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? Invisibility

85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? What my thoughts are about my ex or how I feel towards him or what I would say if I was allowed the chance to ask him 1 thing

86: What is my current desktop picture? I have it on shuffle, but currently it’s on a picture of an anime boy playing the piano in the rain

87: Had sex? Not yet ;)

88: Bought condoms? Nope

89: Gotten pregnant? Do I seriously need to answer that?

90: Failed a class? Yes.... I think

91: Kissed a boy? Not yet ;)

92: Kissed a girl? Nope

93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? Haven’t kissed anyone!!! Omg

94: Had job? Not yet

95: Left the house without my wallet? What wallet?

96: Bullied someone on the internet? Fuck no!

97: Had sex in public? -sigh-

98: Played on a sports team? Yep, soccer and baseball when I was 8-11

99: Smoked weed? Nope

100: Did drugs? Nope

101: Smoked cigarettes? Almost

102: Drank alcohol? Mhm

103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan? Fuck no! I want my bacon and kielbasa!!!

104: Been overweight? Nope

105: Been underweight? Currently am

106: Been to a wedding? Yep, my aunts

107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? Yes lol, longer

108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight? Yes lol, longer

109: Been outside my home country? Not yet

110: Gotten my heart broken? ....yes.....

111: Been to a professional sports game? I...think so....?

112: Broken a bone? Many, many times. I was very clumsy in my teens, I still am but have yet to break any bones so far

113: Cut myself? Yes and yes, to both ways

114: Been to prom? No, skipped it

115: Been in airplane? -shivers- Too scared to be in one, but I will have to when I go to England

116: Fly by helicopter? Nope

117: What concerts have I been to? None

118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex? Yep

119: Learned another language? Mhm, spanish

120: Wore make up? No

121: Lost my virginity before I was 18? Still a virgin.....

122: Had oral sex? Nope

123: Dyed my hair? Want to

124: Voted in a presidential election? Nope, fuck politics

125: Rode in an ambulance? Yep

126: Had a surgery? Mhm

127: Met someone famous? Nope

128: Stalked someone on a social network? Hehe....yeah lol

129: Peed outside? I don’t remember if I have or have not

130: Been fishing? Yes... My instructor ate the worms ;-;

131: Helped with charity? Yep ^^

132: Been rejected by a crush? Yep

133: Broken a mirror? Yeah

134: What do I want for birthday? Depends, which birthday? This year, Triple Chocolate Fudge cake. 2024, to be in my fiance’s arms~

#took to long #it was awesome though #love surveys #and my fiance #more of me #surveys #depressed #i got insomnia #love yall

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little-dragon-stories · 5 years

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Everything happens for a reason Part 24: the boys are back

WC: 3256

Warning: None

Hoseok was not sure if you would be there when he entered the dorms. He came in the living room and found you sitting on the floor of the with a lot of decoration magazine on the low table in front of you.

“Good night y/n, you’re here?”

“Night Hoseok, well as you can see I am” you answered softly.

He completely forgot that your cas was removed this morning but seeing you crossed legs, in pants instead of in a dress or a skirt, he remembered.

“Woah! I forgot about your appointment. How was it? You can bend your knee now. Is it painful? Did it hurt when they removed it?”

“One question at the time”, you said smiling. “Yes my cast was removed. No it doesn’t really hurt, well my foot hurts when I put weight on it but, it’s normal apparently”

After a little chit-chat about your appointment he asked:

“Did you eat? Wanna share my indian food?”

“No, thank you. I’ve spent the day at the hospital with my older brother. We ate a hamberger before he dropped me here”.

You had to change position. Not used to bend that right knee anymore, it’s uncomfortable for you. As you moved your leg, Hobi saw the bare skin on the top of your foot. He’s not sure, he might have been imagining things.

“Y/n, show me your foot”.

Automatically, you hide it with the cushion next to you. You don’t want him to see it. You have to accept it first before you can show it to somebody else.

“Hey, are they scars? Have I see correctly?”

There is no need to lie, it would be childish. In a way or another, he will see it.

“Yes, I have scars all over my foot and leg. That ceiling was in metal after all. Don’t worry, I’ve put my name on a waiting list for plastic surgery already, they will disappear soon. At the same time, I don’t have that amount of money so I might have to sell my body to pay for it but I want them to disappear so, a girl’s gotta do what she’s gotta do, right?”. You were so nervous. You feel ugly and among everybody in the world, he’s the one from whom you would like to be pretty, to have perfect legs and body.

“Can I see?”

You lift your pants up to the knee. Hoseok looks at it, taking your foot in his hands and turning it to see every sides of it, no apparent reaction on his face. He looked at the scars you have on your foot mostly but also in the first third of your calf. All these scars of different thicknesses and lengths, intertwining in an ugly abstract design.

“It could have been worse”.

“I knew you would say it”. You said, trying to get your leg back. But his strong hands wouldn’t let you, he’s still examining it.

“Really? How come? Because you know it ain’t that bad, right?”

You are not in the same mood than him. He seems almost happy, joyful while you are still sad about your discussion last night.

“No Hoseok, because you always see the good side of things”.

“Well, at least you don’t have those scars in the middle of the face”.

He softly put your leg back on the floor and sat beside you, indian style. He opened the bag of indian food and started to eat it direct from the carton boxes.

“You sure you don’t want some”?

“I am sure, thanks Hobi”.

You have no idea why he’s here beside you, why he’s eating here instead of in the kitchen.

“Hoseok, why are you here?”

“Because I live here” he said, teasing you. He’s definitely happy. Too much happy under the circumstances.

“Those scars, they are not that bad y/n. They make you look like the Frankenstein's fiance, peculiarly the “x”shape one on the top of your foot.”

“You think you are funny?”

“Well, you is just one leg, she was way worse than you because she has those all over her face, neck well, everywhere”.

You know what he’s doing. He’s just trying to make you laugh, to see it the good way. You have always loved Hoseok for that exact reason but today, this side of him is bothering you. How can he be so happy? Now that you have decided to go on with your life, you cannot say you are as sad as you were yesterday because at least, you feel like you have taken the control of your life back. But you are certainly not as happy as he seems.

“Well, I can say goodbye to skirts for the rest of my life now. I can’t wear a bathing suit either, kids will be scared by my monstrous leg”.

“You are exaggerating y/n. It will fade away, it will be less visible very soon.»

You stay silent. You don’t want to answer anything. He’s not a woman, he doesn’t have that pression to have the perfect legs, the perfect body. Even though, being an idol gives him a very good idea, he’s under that pressure himself. Nevertheless, you stay silent until he repeated:

“I’m telling you, in a few months, they will be thin, white lines, almost invisible.”

“Thanks but I still want to have a plastic surgery. I don’t like those scars”.

He didn’t add anything and ate in silence while you were distractly turning pages of your magazine, not having any idea what you were looking at.

“How was your day? I was sure you would avoid me tonight. To be honest, I was not expecting you before the boys are back in 3 days.”

“I am sorry, you need the dorms for yourself? I can go if you want”.

“Absolutely not y/n. I am just surprised»

“I think that I won’t be able to avoid you eternally. The sooner is the better, right?” You said.

“How was your day” You asked at the same time before both shyly smiled at each other. Hoseok being shy, that’s new.

“Lady’s first. How was your day y/n?”

“I don’t know Hoseok. I am lost. Professionally, personally. I am just lost”.

He wanted to take you in his arms, he even started the movement towards you. But he knew it would hurt you more.

“You Hobi? How was your day?”

“I had a day with my sister. We talked a lot. She says hi, by the way., she would like to do something with you one day”.

“Me? But why?”

“Because she likes you. She says you are bangtan sisters”.

Being with him like that makes your heart heavier. You thought you were capable of it but the truth is, it still hurts way too much.

“Hobi…”

What do you want? What are you gonna say? You don’t know. You want to say so many things but you know you won’t tell any and you know it. You would like to tell him you love him. That he’s beautiful. That the fact he thinks your leg ain’t that bad is making you accept it a little bit more. That his smile enlighten your whole day. That his deep voice is your favorite sound to hear. That his warm hand on your ankle made you shiver. But of course, none of those words would have their place in this conversation.

He looked at you in the eyes, the second your eyes meets, you know he’s not feeling good either. He is actually very hurt himself, trying hard to fight those feelings.

“I will take a bath and go to sleep”.

He knows why you wanna leave all of sudden. He can feel what’s on your mind. He sees your sadness.

“You need help?”

“No, I don’t have a cast anymore, remember?”

“Sorry. Sleep well y/n. And I am sorry again”.

“I know Hoseok. Maybe, I will accept Taemin’s offer and go to sleep at his place tomorrow until my apartment is ready. To be honest, it hurts to be close to you. I am sorry, it’s not your fault. Good night”.

“Wait…”

You were already on your feet, magazines in your hands. He stood up and kissed your cheek, cupping your other one with one hand. He let his nose on your skin a little longer, inhaling your scent.

“Jung Hoseok, you want to kill me?” You asked, closing your eyes under the sensation.

“I needed it. Really. Sorry, it was selfish”.

He was in his room before you could be in Jungkook’s.

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3 days later

6 pairs of eyes were on you the second you entered the dorms that night.

Your brother has panic all over his face.

“Hi guys you are back! I am so happy to see you”. You stopped, when you realised they were really upset.

“Where were you Jeon y/n?” Jungkook asked with a shaking voice.

“I was taking a walk. Why?”

“We were so scared” Namjoon add, dragging you in his arms. You cuddle up with him for a second and were pulled away from him by a very emotional Jin.

“What’s going on?” You asked them. “Is somebody dead?”

Jin hugs you and then he pushed you in Hoseok’s arms.Hoseok embraced you with his arms, big tears flooding his cheeks.

“Ok boys, tell me now. What’s going on?”

“We thought you were dead y/n” your brother answered “we were 4 minutes away to call the police”.

“They thought you were, I knew you weren’t” Yoongi said, kissing your cheek, Taehyung kissing the other one.

They seems to be really upset, moved, stressed.

“The driver were supposed to bring you back, remember?”

Of course you remember. You were at Taemin’s place when Jimin arrived directly from the airport. You didn’t want to stay there any longer to let the lovebird have their time together. His driver was suppose to drop him and bring you at the dorms. You have kissed Jimin on the cheeks and wish your princes a happy time together.

Feeling good under of the caress of a light wind mixing with the warmth of the sun, when you went out of Taemin’s place, you have decided to walk to come back home. You freed the driver but he insist to bring your wallets for you.

You knew it would be a long walk for your not so good foot and ankle so you have cut the run in 3, taking your time walking. You have stopped to take a tea and a rice cake in a little pastry place that you didn’t know existed, sat on a park bench to read the poem book you always carry in your purse and took at least 30 minutes to talk with that very cute grandma that decided to tell you about her childhood when you helped her carrying a heavy bag. How long was it since you left Taemin’s place? 3 hours already for a 30 minutes walk. Yeah, ok, that’s long.

You made a cute happy little dance and a few cute faces because you were so happy to see them and also because their concern touches you.

“Boys, you are so freaking cute! What could have happened to me? I am a grown up woman you know. I am used to take care of myself. You know, sometimes on tour, I used to take long walk by myself at night after a concert because I was not able to sleep”.

Still a couple of aegyo because you were about to make them flinch. Jungkook can’t resist you any longer and he takes you in his arms, lifting you from the ground. Kisses, hugs and a lot of chit-chatting were exchanged. You told them what you were up to on you way home, they laughed at your light attitude. You explained them that you forgot your phone on the luggage that the driver had bring back home, that’s why they couldn’t reach you.

After an hour of talking with the boys, you wentfor a hot, long bath with lavender and rose essential oils in it, leaving you refreshed and vivified. You put on your pajamas pants and a Rj’s tank top, happy not to wear those night dress any more. Coming out of the bathroom with a towel still on your head, you're greeted by a beautiful Namjoon, handing you a cup of hot tea. As soon as you took it from his hands, he leans towards you to kiss your cheek without saying a word.

“Well, thank you Ajusshi”, you said, teasing him with the formal language.

“Hey, I ain’t that old yet, please spare me”. He smiled at you shyly, popping his beautiful dimples in the process.

“Wanna come and talk with me? I ain’t sleepy yet, must be the jet lag”

“Where are all the boys?”

“I don’t know, I ain’t their mom. Jin is already asleep, Taehyung is talking on the phone with his mother, I think Hoseok went out…”

“At 23h30? Hobi? Out at 23h30? Normally he has a strict sleeping routine”

Namjoon sees the sadness on your face. You figured that the only reason why he’s out at this time must because he went to sleep at his girlfriend’s place. Since you have avoided to come to the dorms recently and slept at Taemin’s apartment, you have no idea what’s going on between him and her.

“I don’t know to be honest, I didn’t ask. You want me to ask him, discreetly”? He asked you. You’ve always known how strong he is, how caring he is. But seeing him like that, trying to help your broken heart touched your heart deeply.

“No thanks Namnam, I ain’t masochist” you told him. “Let me put a hoodie on and brush my hair, I will come back, the tea is too hot anyway”.

You went in Jk’s room where you will be sleeping tonight, on the top bunk bed. He was sitting at his desk, editing some videos of the boys. You came behind him, cupped his cheeks and forced his head to lean back before you placed a long kiss in his forehead. He covered your hands with his and smiled.

“Noona, why’s that? You missed me that much?”

“Yes dongseng, I’ve missed you that much. Having you back here in the same town than me makes me happy. I feel stronger, happier when we are close physically. I don’t know why. I have the feeling that whatever I will do, you will have my back and it makes my heart lighter”.

“Oooh, noona, I feel the same”.

“Don’t lie Jeon Jungkook. You have your bandmates now, they take such a big place in your life and they take care of you perfectly. You are so loved my golden dongseng”.

You love your little brother so much. He has the power to make your heart melt every time he has that big smile that makes little wrinkle appears in the corner of his eyes. He’s so kind, sensitive and empathic. You are proud of the adult he became.

“They do love me but they didn’t give me sweets when my parents said no. Only noona did”.

You start to laugh at the memory. Your parents has always been strict with the diet in the family, giving you no sweet or a very small amount on special occasions. You use to open your little bank from time to time and buy him candies, chocolate bars and other treats from the convenient store, hiding from your parents.

“Noona was the best, with her little ponytail”. Both of you sight at the same time. You released his cheeks and placed a kiss on the top of his head.

“You have a hoodie for me? Mine are packed already”.

“So, it’s true, you bought an apartment?”

“Why would I lie?”

“No reason. It’s just strange that you will leave there now. Normally you were always on tour and when you weren’t, you were sleeping in the family house”

“Well, I won’t be touring anymore, don’t remind me please”

He turns his chair to face you.

“I am sorry Noona, really sorry. I would change place with you if I could” he said with teary eyes.

“And I would never let this happen, do you hear me Jeon Jungkook? You, my little bean, have a fandom, a real meaning in your life. You give hope, strength and love at so many people all over the world. I was only somebody that dances you know. The earth won’t stop turning because of it. Shhhh”

He wanted to say something but you squat down in front of him and took his big hands in yours.

“Jungkook, I know what you wanna say. I know my job was a wonderful one believe me. But still, I was a backup dancer only. I can be replace. Taemin can’t. Jonghyun couldn’t. You can’t. All the idols can’t be replaced. I am not sad about that Kookie, I will find another purpose in life. Now I will concentrate on the physiotherapy and after, I will decided what I want to do. Please don’t worry too much about me dondseng, ok?”

“I am also concern about you and Hobi hyung. I don’t want him to break your heart”

“He never did on purpose”

He can’t help himself and asked you:

“Do you still love him?”

“Jungkook, I am trying to move on, but of course I still love him, when did I stop loving him? Love doesn’t fade away in the blink of an eye you know. I will need time to heal. I still love that man with all my heart. ”

“Then Noona, fight for him. Go get your man. He loves you too you know, so much”

“See Jungkook, love ain’t something that you should fight for. It should be natural, easy and not forced. He chose to be with Rosé”.

You did not hear him arrive in the dorms, even less approaching the room. But he’s there, in the door frame, arms crossed in front of him, you feel his presence before you could hear him say:

“Actually, you are wrong y/n. I haven’t chose Chae. I had to wait a few days because she was out of the country for the week but I did what I had to do tonight. I am no longer in a relationship with her.”

“What does that means”? your brother asked. You nudged him in the stomach.

“Goodnight y/n, goodnight Kook” Hoseok said with a sad face before he turn around and leaved.

Transported with happiness, you lie down in the top bed in Kook’s room right away, only taking the wet towel out of your head.. What does it mean? When you calculate it, it means that he haven’t met her since you kissed him and now, he’s a free man. What does it mean?

About to close your eyes, you remember your tea and Namjoon. You get off the bed by taking the small ladder and tip toed your way out of the room not to disturbed your hard working brother that is still editing something. When you arrived in the living room, Namjoon is asleep on the couch, an empty cup in a precarious balance on his thigh. You take it from his hand and place a soft kiss on his forehead. You covered him with a blanket and went to sleep.

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Whumptober 2019

Day Eight: Stab Wound

Day Seven: Isolation

Summary: Everybody knows that getting stabbed sucks.

What everyone knows about being stabbed is how much it sucks. Oh yes, it’s true what they write about. There’s a distanced pain as you discover the object lodge inside you. Inside what always seemed to be an impenetrable armor but instead was just skin and tissue at the end and not much protection at all. Then the realization occurs and the pain sets in. That all is true and it hurts like a motherfucker. What people forget to talk about is what happens after you get stabbed. That is what really sucks.

Tony wiped a hand across his face as the toilet bowl filled with regurgitated food swirled around until it flushed from his sight. His forehead was damp with sweat from the effort of heaving and he leaned heavily on the counter while washing his hands. His eyes wandered from his hands to the mirror. His face stared back at him and he was reminded why he limited the action these days. The first thing he noticed was the proportion of gray hairs appeared to be winning out against the brown. He swiveled his head back and forth to examine the hair but was left disappointed. At least Pepper liked it, he thought. She told him on more than one occasion the sprinkle of new color made him looked distinguished.

Grabbing the toothbrush on the counter he scrubbed thoroughly making sure the foul taste was gone before rinsing. He had another doctor’s appointment that afternoon he was not looking forward to.

Tony walked over to the couch and sat down next to Pepper. The woman took one look at him and knew. He could tell by the way her smile fell ever so slightly but, with all the practice she had, it came back full force. She motioned with her hand and he cuddled closer to her. Her small hand carded through his hair and Tony felt himself close his eyes.

Pepper had been his rock ever since coming back from Titan. She was his everything in a world that lost half of everyone. He couldn’t contain the relief he felt at seeing her when he came off that spaceship and literally fell to his knees at the sight of her. His Pepper was alive. She would still be able to hug him, to love him, and to tell him off.

Life was… fine. Well, it was far from perfect. The world was broken and he was the cause so that didn’t help his conscious, but Pepper was there and, at the moment of his return, that’s all he needed. There was never a time for rest but Tony was in a sort of hibernation. A numbness set into his bones and for a while he couldn’t feel anything.

Then the complications arose. Pepper was thoroughly pregnant at the time but she was there by his side through appointments and surgeries, and her faith never wavered. Who would have thought fighting and almost staving to death in space wasn’t good for someone after being stabbed?

The abdominal pain tipped him off and after Pepperbadgered him into going to the doctors was how they found the first set of adhesions. They were scar tissue set inside of his body and were a physical reminder of the stabbing. It was an enemy made from his own skin and forged by the blade Thanos welded. The doctors found that the adhesions connected parts of his intestines together and ended up blocking passages that should have otherwise been open. It created a tugging and if he was unlucky a tearing of the tissues inside of him.

It was rough that first time when Pepper was pregnant. The two of them were spread thin and Tony’s failing health was not helping but the episodes happened infrequently after that. Throughout the years they would crop up or get infected. They were always serious enough to worry. Surgery no matter how small was a big deal.

The worst had been a couple years after his sweet Morgan was born.

They called Happy in to come look after Morgan while Pepper rushed them to the hospital. Seven long days he spent in the ICU with nurses and doctors rushing in and out of the room. All he could think of as they prodded his body was he was gone. Gone from his child, his little girl. He missed her sweet child smell and the way she would crinkle her nose at his dad humor. How could a child make sense of a parent being gone? Worry filled him that she would forget him or think he abandoned her.

As soon as he was stable Happy brought her to his room. She stood unsure in the doorway, staring up at him. He tried to smile but his muscles wouldn’t answer the command. His worry gnawing and for once he was silent. Instead he simply held out his hand. She rushed forward, her legs unsteady but smile wide at seeing him again.

With a jump she was on the bed and Tony stifled a cringe. He could bear the pain and didn’t want her to leave yet. Morgan paid no mind to all the wires around him. Her little arms wrapped around him as best they could and he smiled for the first time in a week. He couldn’t even imagine what he looked like. His hair was probably sticking everyway. The tubes sticking out of his skin and bandages made him queasy thinking about them and he couldn’t imagine what Morgan thought. Pepper came in the room and the three of them sat and laughed together. He ignored the Nasogastric tube coming out of his nose and the nurses’ interruptions as best he could.

That trip was the longest and most severe. He was so thankful when he was able to go home and be with his family.

As Tony sat of the couch he was beyond thankful that nothing like that happened since. It was still hard to keep food down sometimes but with the surgeries it was easier. His intestines weren’t totally scrambled eggs now he liked to joke.

Five years ago Thanos stabbed Tony on the planet of Titan trying to save the world. He glued the wound together and fought on, loosing the battle in the process. They lost more than just the battle. The world lost half of everything and he lost the kid.

Tony looked over to the kitchen to see their internship photo. He face grimaced as he turned away. He was not ready to smile over the memories yet. He didn’t think he would ever be ready for that, not when there was still a dash of hope left. That hope was something Tony would never lose hold of.

The permanent reminders of those events were etched in his skin in the form of a scar. It was puffy and pink standing where the blade entered. On top of that was another scar. This one was longer but thinner and was the artistry of the surgeons who saved his life on the two occasions. There were other scars from incisions and other reminders from his battles across his life littered over his skin.

He also knew what lurked beneath the healing skin. A tangle of organs that remained invisible from the outside but visible to him. They would always be a reminder of what happened on that far away planet. At times all he wanted to do was forget but his pain wouldn’t lie to him. The numbness let him hibernate for a while but it was gone now and the pain remained. It wouldn’t let him forget all that was lost so Tony held onto it. His body, physically altered, held onto the pain and remembered.

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Facelift Surgery In Santa Barbara

Sagging and wrinkles due to aging. Each year, tens of thousands of individuals undergo successful facelift operation and are satisfied with the outcomes.

When to Think about Facelift Santa Barbara

· If you Believe That your face Doesn't reflect your young spirit and vitality amount

· Should you decide your face sagging and excessive skin is a societal or profession barrier

Factors

Experts

· A facelift can improve many Regions of the face in 1 operation

· Could last for ten Decades or longer and can make you seem ten to fifteen years younger

Disadvantages

· A facelift Won't produce a'brand new' you, only a younger version of yourself

· There'll be some downtime related to this process

· Based upon Your age and skin type, You Might Want a secondary process in the future

All these are the top 3 pros and cons to consider when considering A facelift. If you would like to concentrate on what's unique for youpersonally, please consult with your cosmetic plastic surgeon.

The following are some typical facial features that make

· Sagging skin on your midface or jawline

· Deep creases extending out of your nose into the corners of the mouth (nasolabial folds)

· Lines extending from every corner of the mouth your chin down (marionette lines)

· Facial fat (quantity ) which has dropped or is homeless

· Sagging and reduction of muscle tone at the lower face, Leading to jowls

· A double chin, leading to loose skin and excess fatty deposits beneath the jaw and chin

· Creased and sagging skin on your neck

Realistic expectations, you're probably a fantastic candidate for this process.

Thorough Procedural Information

What's a facelift procedure done?

Most facelift techniques Center on the reduced facial regions, such A facelift may also concentrate on the midface or the brow. In certain methods, deeper facial cells might be repositioned or substituted to restore a more youthful shape. In different methods, elimination or addition of fat or alternative soft-tissue fillers might be essential to attain the best outcomes. These days, many distinct techniques exist with results which may be always reliable, secure, and durable. Your incisions will rely on the region of the face that's targeted and the total amount of change you desire.

After the incisions are created, various levels of'undermining' of Your skin is done, and the deeper layers of your own face are raised. Undermining divides the overlying skin of the neck and face in the muscles and cells deep into the skin. This moisturizes or moisturizes neck and facial skin so that it can be redraped in the conclusion of the process, making certain skin remains smooth.

Afterward, your physician will raise skin out of the temples, lips, And neck, and then lift and reposition the underlying connective tissues, removing extra skin and fat. Whether this process is done together with a neck lift, the surgeon will draw on the neck muscles collectively, stitching them together in the midline to produce a powerful sling of muscles that supports the whole jaw and neck. Your physician may also consist of operation of the neck and jowls. Facial implants might be inserted to boost chin or cheek volume.

Eventually, your surgeon redrapes skin within the new underlying Construction and closes the incisions with pliers or little metal clips. Where required, drainage tubes can be added. A cushioned, supportive dressing is generally employed.

Is to assist you to attain the most amazing and natural-looking outcomes, and also to make your surgical experience as easy and comfortable as you can.

What are my alternatives?

There are lots of methods to rhytidectomy operation (visit How is a facelift done? ). Your plastic Surgeon will suggest a strategy based on your own targets and facial traits, including the form of the face. The positioning and duration of incisions differ, based on the facelift procedure which is most suitable for you. Your physician may find you proper for a'brief scar' facelift process where a brief incision is usually restricted to the area round the ear.

Incisions which involve skin around your ear.

The incision line generally runs across hairline and over the natural contours before and behind the ears.

On your hairline at the temples, continuing down and round the front of the ears and concealed in the natural creases behind your ears on your diminished hair-bearing scalp.

Will create short incisions on your hairline, beginning in your temples and ongoing down and round the front of the ears, concealed in the natural creases. There might also be incisions at the lower eyelids, either upper area, or below the top lip.

Beginning facing your earlobes and ongoing around behind your ears on your lower scalp. There'll also be a small incision beneath your chin.

Modified incisions comprise variations of this Brief scar with

Facelift scars could be almost invisible: lean, level, and Well put behind the ear so that you may use your hair close-cropped.

Which are concealed and in locations where the scars seem like wrinkles. Incision recovery is dependent upon surgical procedure, disease prevention, loss of anxiety, your nourishment, any famous or unknown underlying health conditions, regardless of smoking, along with your genetic trends.

Skin is cut. This risk is higher in darker-skinned individuals like Blacks and Hispanics. Injections of a corticosteroid medicine or alternative remedies, might be utilized to improve scar appearance.

Selecting a Surgeon

It is important to choose your surgeon in the future:

· Expertise with facelift operation

· Your comfort level with their

Are qualified and experienced to execute your aesthetic process. Learn how to Pick a Surgeon.

Is experienced in doing facelift operation, you'll want to create an office appointment to prepare your own appointment. Typically, due to the comprehensive nature of this interview, there's a cost related to the initial trip.

Your initial appointment appointment

During your initial consultation, You'll Have the Chance To talk about your cosmetic objectives. Your physician will evaluate you as a candidate to get a rhytidectomy and explain what a facelift could perform for you. Choice and other treatments may be considered, when the surgeon knows your objectives and medical circumstance. (Watch related processes .)

It's essential to be totally honest throughout the consultation. Additionally, bring images of yourself in an old age; they might function as a fantastic point of reference to talking about your objectives. It is a Fantastic idea to be completely Ready to answer these queries:

· Have you got any health conditions or medication allergies? Are you currently being treated for any medical problems?

· Have you ever had any prior surgeries?

· What are the current medicines and herbal and vitamin supplements?

· What's your history with almost any noninvasive cosmetic procedures?

· What results do you expect from the operation?

· What's your main motivation in getting a facelift?

Your physician can also:

· Request you to look at a mirror and figure out Just What You Want to see enhanced

· Evaluate Your Wellbeing status, such as preexisting health conditions or risk factors

· Assess the elasticity of skin

· Discuss potential results, such as risks or Possible complications

· Explore the Sort of anesthesia Which Will be used

Your treatment plan

Based on your Objectives, physical traits, and the physician's Training and expertise, your physician will discuss recommendations and advice on you, such as:

· An approach for your operation, including the Sort of process or combination of processes

· The results Which You Can expect

· Your financial investment from the process

· Associated complications and risks

· Alternatives for anesthesia and operation place

· Everything you Want to prepare for your operation

· What You Could expect to encounter after operation

· Before-and-after photographs of instances like yours and replies to some questions You Might Have, so you can make the most educated and smart decision

It's important for you to have an active role in your operation, So please utilize this listing of questions as a starting point to your first consultation.

· Can I be a fantastic candidate for a facelift?

· Are the outcomes I'm looking for realistic and reasonable?

· Have you got before-and-after photographs I will look at for this particular process?

· Can my scars be observable?

· What's going to be the costs connected with my own facelift?

· What are the complications and risks related to my process?

· How are complications treated?

· What are my choices if the cosmetic results of my facelift doesn't satisfy the targets we agreed on?

Organizing For Your Process

How do I prepare to get a facelift process?

Your physician will provide comprehensive preoperative instructions, Answer any questions that you might have, have a comprehensive medical history and do a physical examination to ascertain your fitness for surgery. You could also be asked to get medical care from your own personal family doctor or internist.

Planning for operation starts after the surgeon assesses you And discusses the particulars of the process. If he urges that you stabilize your weight before operation or makes other lifestyle ideas, do your very best to follow along to guarantee that the very best outcomes and minimize complications.

In advance of your operation, your physician will request you to:

· Quit smoking six months before your operation to encourage decent wound healing and also to decrease scarring.

· These may increase bleeding.

· Irrespective of the kind of operation to be achieved, hydration is quite important before and following operation for secure recovery.

Surgical facility. Make sure you arrange for someone to drive you home after surgery and remain with you for your initial twenty five to twenty five hoursunless you and your physician have decided on additional postoperative recovery choices.

For the simplest recovery interval, prepare cautiously:

· If you colour your hair, you ought to do it before operation or you'll want to wait at least a month.

· Stock your fridge with a lot of fruits and veggies and lean protein. Lean protein aids in healing. Sodium raises swelling; avert it! Prepare frozen foods beforehand. High protein, low sodium foods would be best for your first two or three days.

· Plan where you may recover. In case you've got a recliner seat, it's ideal for bettering your feet, head and knees. If you don't have a recliner, then make sure you have a lot of cushions available to prop your head up and knees. If you can, keep your telephone and remote controller to your T.V. by your mattress.

· Choose what you will use for your first couple of times; select items which open ahead and don't need to be pulled over your mind. Exactly the identical sort of clothes ought to be worn on the day of operation.

Facelift operation, which might be carried out at a hospital, freestanding ambulatory center or office-based surgical package, requires at least a few hours to finish, although more extensive procedures may take longer.

· You are going to get drugs to keep you comfortable throughout the surgical process.

· Local anesthesia along with sedation is widely used during facelift operation, although general anesthesia may be used alternatively.

· For your security during the operation, many monitors will be utilized to assess on your heart, blood pressure, heartbeat, and the quantity of oxygen circulating in your bloodvessels.

· Your plastic surgeon will stick to the surgical strategy discussed with you prior to operation. When the operation has started, they could opt to combine many tactics or alter a method to guarantee the best outcome. It's crucial that you feel comfortable and trust your physician to make these choices.

· After surgery, you'll be taken to a recovery area where you will continue to be more carefully monitored.

· Your incisions will probably be coated with bulky inhibitors which offer gentle pressure to lessen bruising and swelling.

· Prior to leaving for home on the day of operation, you or somebody looking after you ought to feel comfortable draining and resetting the drains.

· You might opt to go home on the day of operation or spend the night with a professional advisor or nurse, unless you and your plastic surgeon've made other programs for your prompt post-operative recovery.

Aftercare

What will my recovery and recovery by a facelift be similar to?

Your physician will discuss how much time it'll be until you are able to come back to your usual amount of work and activity. After surgery, you and your physician will receive detailed instructions regarding your healthcare, including advice about:

· Drains, should They've Been put

· Regular symptoms you will encounter

Instantly after your facelift operation

· You might be put in a compression garment or wrapping immediately following operation. Wear this precisely as directed. Eliminate it just as directed for cleaning incisions or showering.

· To minimize swelling, recline instead of lie down. This will be comfortable for you, also may reduce swelling. Always keep your head raised. Don't bend over or forward.

· You'll have a mild to moderate quantity of pain and distress. This ought to be readily controlled with oral drugs. When it isn't, call your physician.

· The distress and pain should start to reduce within twenty-four hours following operation. In case you've got a substantial increase in pain following this period of time, call your plastic surgeon. Intense pain is infrequent; should you encounter this, then call the physician immediately.

· Anticipate swelling and bruising. These signs will peak within the initial thirty-six to twenty five hours following operation and will slowly deteriorate over the next ten to two days.

· It's not abnormal to get some small drainage for the initial forty-eight hours. A bulky cotton compression dressing with drains will protect your scalp and face for one or two times to help avoid blood ranges beneath the epidermis.

Retrieval time period following a facelift

Adhere to all post-surgery directions, such as information regarding bandages, drains, and taking an antibiotic (if prescribed), and the degree of action that's safe. Your health care provider will inform you that the indicators of problems to look out for, like indications of disease. Recovery time will vary by individual and in connection with the degree of your operation.

The initial week

· A sense of tightness in your throat isn't uncommon after surgery. This feeling is the most pronounced in the initial one to 2 days following surgery while the trimming is set up.

· Throughout your initial post-op trip, the trimming and the drains will be removed. You might be set in a supportive elastic face garment which is to be worn out based on your physician's directions.

· Don't take any aspirin or some other anti inflammatory compounds for 2 weeks before and two weeks following your operation unless you first discuss it with your physician.

· It's strongly recommended to sleep with your head raised forty degrees for 2 weeks; an extra pillow or two under your mattress might help, if needed.

· Do not use ice or anything suspended right on your skin. Apply directly to your eyes, but not into the neck or lips. Don't use any pressure. Apply cool compresses for no more than twenty-minute periods. Don't use heat.

· This will help to reduce facial swelling.

· Avoid bending or lifting heavy items for a single week. Apart from aggravating swelling, this can increase your blood pressure and promote bleeding.

· You can wash your hair softly twenty-four hours following your operation. Don't use the typical heat-type hair drier; utilize the cap kind or use the cool setting on the hair dryer.

· You can shower or bathe the day following operation, but don't allow the spray directly attack your face. It's permissible to acquire your suture lines moist, however.

· Report any excess bleeding which persists after applying pressure for fifteen to twenty five minutes.

2 to six months

· Do not go snorkeling, swimming, water skiing, or take part in strenuous athletic activity for a minumum of one month following operation.

· Refrain from any strenuous exercise and out of lifting or bending.

· You may start sleeping in an modified reclining posture, but don't sleep lying on your tummy.

· Don't wear makeup until you've been advised to do so.

· Throughout the initial four to six weeks your scars may appear red and be somewhat firm and increased then the redness fades along with the scar dissipates. It requires a minimum of one year to the scar to realize its final look.

· Refrain from direct sunlight exposure. If you're outside, employ at least an SPF thirty thirty minutes before sun exposure. Your face will probably be exceptionally prone to the formation of irregular, darkened pigmentation.

Long-term

You will ease into your normal exercise regimen. But, wear protective eyewear as well as a coat. Be ready to wait at least six weeks to your own facelift to completely heal inside and outside.

How Long

Your nourishment, skin quality, and upkeep routine are significant

· Minimal facelift techniques using rapid recoveries will continue the least Quantity of time

· Mini-facelift, or'S-Lift,'' describes a facelift with a tiny quantity of skin endangering with restricted SMAS (muscle/fascia) mobilization. With this technique, retrieval is fast and consequences could last up to five decades.

· Complete or standard traditional facelift: there are lots of variations of this surgery that fall into the course, and may be known as SMAS platysma, SMAS-ectomy, SMAS imbrication, deep plane facelift, composite elevator, or subperiosteal. All these need extensive rearrangement of the inherent facial cells along with important skin endangering. Complete facelifts are technically demanding processes which are undertaken by trained, board-certified plastic plastic surgeons. The recovery is more (two to four months ), however, the results usually can last more than ten decades.

· The more extensive the process, the longer the recovery period is going to be, and the more you will appreciate the results.

For security, in addition to the most amazing and healthful outcome, it is important to come back to your plastic surgeon's office for follow up evaluation at prescribed intervals and for those who have some questions regarding your facelift recovery and outcomes.

Associated Prices

Geographical area to another, also dependent on the facelift procedure that's performed.

Watch the national average for Doctor fees each process.

These figures just reflect the physician/surgeon charges This past Year

Since a facelift is an optional cosmetic surgery, insurance Doesn't cover those costs. Many surgeons provide patient financing strategies to make the process less expensive.

Pick your physician based on grade, training, and Expertise --not price.

Highest standards in the region of cosmetic plastic surgery by seeing their fundamental credentials, training, and certificates.

Limitations And Hazards

Fortunately, significant complications in facelift surgery are infrequent. This operation is still the gold standard for facial rejuvenation and is ordinarily done with no significant issues.

Through your consultation. The dangers in many surgeries are alike. A few of the potential complications of surgeries are:

· Hematoma or seroma (an accumulation of fluid or blood under the skin which may require elimination )

· Infection

· Changes in feeling

· Scarring

· Allergic reactions

· Unsatisfactory outcomes that may demand extra processes.

Directions of your plastic surgeon, both before and following Your facelift operation.

https://sbaesthetics.com 2320 BATH ST #203 SANTA BARBARA, CA 93105 P: (805) 318-3280 E: [email protected]

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Five Nightguards at Freddy’s (3)

Malayn's Archives- Archive 3

Malayn was a couple hours early so he could help clean up before working. And by help clean up, he actually meant annoy anyone and everyone who was cleaning up. Scott was shaking like a leaf when Malayn stood next to him, commenting on different techniques to stabbing people. Yeah, that's what he was talking about: Stabbing people.

As far as looks were concerned, Malayn could techinically be considered good looking. He had black hair that stayed straight and neat 24/7. It flowed down to the end of his ears, so still a bit long. He had ice blue eyes that almost seemed white, which scared everyone because he also had basically invisible pupils. Creepy, to say the least. He was 6′4, and though tall, was jealous of September, who at the age of 23, was still growing. Malayn wasn’t jealous of the fact that September was having brain surgery because the growing harmone in his head needed to be shut off though.

As twelve o’clock rolled around, he helped Justin lock up, who was complaining non-stop about him having to work on Sunday with Scott. Weekends required double-up shifts due to the amount of angsty teens that tried to 1. sneak in or 2. graffiti the walls. They even had three actual cops guard the place, varying each week. As far as Malayn was concerned, he’d rather have a shift with Scott if it meant he could flirt with Serenity, the cop this weekend. She had light pink hair and was of average height with sparkling green eyes. Slim and pretty, she had caught Malayn’s eye at first sight.

Of course, she also hated him, so getting a decent ‘hi’ was torture. Plus she was also so into her job, half the time she ignored everyone. The second cop, and the only boy, a seventeen year old kid named Alex. He had black hair and dark amber eyes and was unnervingly short. His glasses, which were thin framed and larger than his eyes (luckily they didn’t enlarge his eyes), did little to no help. He could see well already, so the glasses did nothing for him. Malayn wondered who the hell told him to wear glasses. Alex was a nervous wreck half the time, and wasn’t very open. He didnt stutter, but never seemed to look anyone in the eye and always rubbed his arm when talking.

The final cop who showed up was a 22 year old girl with light amber eyes and strawberry blonde hair that was currently a light brow. Sherrie was her name, and she was the friendliest of the group. Free-spirited and joyful, but not interesting. Malayn was almost done daydreaming when he felt Justin push a wad of keys into his hand. “Anyways, see ya later, Herrero!” Malayn flinched at his last name but waved goodbye and locked the door. He had about ten minutes until the main lights went off, so after slowly walking to the office he looked down the hallway. After a few moments, the lights shut off.

Malayn yawned and unlocked the desk drawer, picking up and studying a new, light gray Samsung tablet. What the hell was this? The tablet booted up quickly and turned on to Camera 2B. The graphics were about twenty times better, and the kitchen camera was actually on. Though this was great in Malayn’s eyes, it was also unnerving. He checked the paper on the wall and noted September’s shift was last night. So either Henry finally was fed up with people complaining about the old HP or September’s shift hadn’t gone completely as planned.

'As planned' usually meant not being dragged into the backroom and nearly killed, in case anyone was asking. Malayn groaned and leaned his head back, already born out of his mind. After a few seconds, an unnatural hotness overcame him, and he fiddled with his hands, trying to ignore it. As of recent, hot flashes had been wracking his body. It wasn't because once again, Fritz had left the heater on, or due to the fact his mind was hell-bent on Serenity, it was something else.

A familiar thought came to mind. Blood. Oh fuck no. That unhealthy obsession had definitely done something to poor Malayn's head. Pushing up his sleeves to look at the mangled scars on his arms, he groaned in frustration. In moments like these, he'd be cutting small cuts in something (usually bell peppers or tomatoes) to satisfy whatever the hell was telling him to kill people.

Thanks, Byron. Even though his step dad had been around since birth, Malayn insisted on calling him Byron. Byron was a manipulative, abusive, bitch. And only to Malayn, seeing as how he was the only kid that wasn't actually related to him. Maybe if Corren had stayed around, he'd have been there to comfort his younger brother. But he was dead.

Corren was Malayn's real brother. He was around thirteen when he died. Light brown curls, large blue eyes, freckles. Not much else was there to remember him by. He had been killed on the train tracks right outside of Washington County. Malayn preferred not to remember that scene, though it haunted him each night.

The rush of heat finally wavered and he sighed out of relief. A sudden noise made him jump, and he turned to look at Bonnie, who was about to step into the office. Slamming his fist down on the button, the door slammed shut right in the animatronic's face. It was a slow-ish night, to say the least. After about four hours of nobody coming to the office besides the once in a while Bonnie, Malayn granted it safe to go down the hallway to refill the coffee pot with water. Quickly walking to the kitchen, he turned on the water in the sink, and started to fill the pot up.

Malayn turned the water off, eyeing the door. The room temperature had dropped a good 10°. Something felt... Off, to say the very least. The male swallowed, making his Adam's apple move a tad. Slowly walking to the door, Malayn kept his eyes focused behind him. Once opening the door, the male looked in front of him, just to be met with dark purple. Slowly looking up, Malayn swallowed, matching eyes with two blaring red ones.

The rabbit reached for the man, but he ducked and turned, prepped to run to the other side of the kitchen. Scrambling towards the exit, he was met with Chica and Foxy gawking and ready to screech at him. Slamming the door shut, he turned around, already ducking under Bonnie's outstretched arms again. He darted out the first door, starting for the exit. Stopped ubruptly by a dark red arm with an attached hook, he stopped and turned down the other hallway, sprinting into the one and only party room.

Only having a few good seconds to gather his thoughts, the male started to look for some sort of escape route. Of course, he could jump in the vent, but he knew Fritz had left the heater on (again), and it would probably be best to not have an asthma attack because of how thick the air was in the vent. The only other option was to hide under a table or try and get onto the two boards that connected the middle of the roof and the frame of the building. With Foxy now almost at the door, Malayn went for the roof, latching onto the singular rope that dangled from the ceiling.

It was hard to reach, of course, because it’s end was dangling seven feet away from the ground, but Malayn was able to jump and make it. Starting to hurriedly make his way up to the top, he looked down for a split second to see Chica, Bonnie, Foxy, and Freddy all looking up at him. Each mascot had their hands raised, trying to grab his pant leg or maybe the rope. Giving a quick thanks to the constructors who hadn’t just yet finished the inside of the party room, Malayn pulled himsef up the rest of the way and sat down on the boards.

Sighing, he rubbe his eyes. Fuck you, dad. If you didn’t exist, I wouldn’t be here. Damn right, had his stepfather not been a complete asshole all the time, he’d probably be some big-time corporate CFO or something. But no! “Well, my real sons needs their tuition payed. Malayn can take care of his own college.” And so here he was, life on the line, trying to pay his rent and college debt. Leonn and Carter had their daddy to pay for them, as where he, the outcast of the family, had to pay off his own debt.

A sharp screech made the man jump, and he looked down. Foxy had hooked the rope and was tugging on it. The screech came again and then the rope went falling down, a small piece of flat metal going down with it. Okay, now he was fucking stuck up here. It would probably freak out anyone who was opening up to see him not there. Silently praying it would be someone like Storm or Jeremy, who wouldn’t ask questions and would just help.

The animatronics below started to shriek with rage, which made Malayn cover his ears. It was horrific to hear them like that. Almost like a dying kid was wailing. Trying to sort out his thoughts, a single screech wracked through the building. That noise- Wham! It hit Malayn like a truck of bricks. He almost fell backwards, and started to pant as he relived that horrific scenario again.

“C’mon, Mal! It’ll be fun. See?” Corren started to walk on the train tracks, hopping up and over each of the small rails undeneath. “I don’t know, Coryo. Mama said it’s dangerous.” Malayn was standing off to the side, rubbing his neck. Corren stopped and placed his hands on his hips. “Andy told me this place was deserted. No trains ever come here.” Malayn shrugged, “Yeah, but, Mama-”

“Mama this, Mama that! Here, how about this? I’ll run on ahead all the way to that oak tree. You can listen to my music with my headphones. I’ll be right back, okie dokie?” The brunette took off his headset, walked over to Malayn, and handed it to him. Malayn was ecstatic. He wasn’t ten yet, so he wasn’t allowd to have his own electronics. Corren letting him use his was amazing! “O-okay, fair. Just hurry back, Coryo.” Corren beamed and started running across the tracks, skipping through the rails as he started for the oak tree.

Slipping on the headset, Malayn picked a random song and started listening. He was so enthrolled, that he barely realized that he was now no longer standing still, but rather, walking on the tracks. Finally realizing this, the young boy smiled. This wasn’t so bad after all! Yeah it wouldn’t have been so bad had he heard Corren screaming at him to get off the train tracks, as a train was gaining ground on him. And by the time he finally moved over the earjack and asked “What?”, it was almost over. Hearing the loud hoot, Malayn looked to his left to see a train, mere meters from he was.

However, he never felt anything but a harsh push, before landing on the soft grass. Rubbing his head and looking up, Malayn got one final glimpse of his brother, his face contorted in a muted screech, before the train zoomed by. The shriek the train tracks made when the train went by sounded so similar to-

“Hey, Malayn! How the hell’d you get up there?” A smooth voice called from below. Malayn looked over the edge of the boards, staring down at two dark blue eyes. There, in his beautiful glory, was the one and only perfect Augustine Jamairica. He, one of two, was a man at the pizzeria who could easily get a girlfriend yet didn’t have one. “Uh, I climbed.” Malayn said, his voice a bit scratchy. “Want some help down?” Augustine pointed to a white ladder in the corner, which just fueled Malayn’s embarassment. How had he not seen that? “It’d be appreciated.”

With that, Augutine gave a perfect white smile before setting the ladder up and helping his co-worker down. The two walked out together after Augustine explained he ahd only come today to grab his headphones he left. they both split ways and before he knew it, Malayn was laying in his bed, half asleep. After finally drifting off to his slumber, he was surprised to wake up at 2:00, without any nightmares.

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angies-team · 6 years

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92 Questions Tag!

TAGGED BY: @hello-em75 (who is in every way awesome)

last:

drink: A wierd grape juice fruit blend thingy. I don’t really know but it was good.

phone call: my mother

text message: ditto ^^^^

song you listened to: Two Feet- I feel like i’m drowning.

time you cried: This morning I was watching Stranger Things okay

have you:

dated someone twice: neyooo

kissed someone and regretted it: yeah. Every night i put my younger brother to bed and regret giving him a kiss of the cheek when he makes some sort of annoying comment.

been cheated on: sorry that role goes to my tests.

lost someone special: yeah, family, I’ve had a few friends who have passed away for multiple different reasons, some more painful than others. Uhhh... I’ve lost a few fictional characters close to my heart.

been depressed: oh look it’s the title of my autobiography.

gotten drunk and thrown up: nopers

list three favorite colors:

blue

blue aquamarine

also blue multiple other colours that are also cool

in the last year have you:

made new friends: I HAvE. I sweaarrr. I have friends! It’s hard to sit alone ever though, but I wouldn’t change things even if i had the chance.

fallen out of love: nah, my heart still belongs to my one true love, Hayden Christensen.

laughed until i cried: did that yesterday, actually.

found out someone was talking about you: probably, but i don’t remember.

found out who your friends are: Iii’mmm not exactly sure what this means but one of my friends did turn out to be Batman soooo...yeah. no i didn’t i’m kidding i swear

kissed someone on your facebook list: nope

general:

how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: probably most if not all of them

do you have any pets: we have two turtles: Spock and Chopper. (Chopper is the biggest lil shit too it’s perfect)

do you want to change your name: i mean not really. If i were going to i’d just make my nickname my legal name since it’s what everyone calls me already anyway.

what did you do for your last birthday: Which was TODAY WUT. uhhh idk played a little BATTLEFRONT 2 (IT’S AMAZING GAH),

what time do you wake up: well i should wake up by at least 7 to get to school on time but lately I've been sick and i’m always sleeping in and late for school. Usually ranges from 8-8:30 on schooldays and i have no idea for weekends.

what were you doing at midnight last night: uh i was totally sleeping. I wasn’t watching stranger things at all. nope. nuh uh. not a chance.

name something you can’t wait for: The last JEDI. gah just give it to me now i’m already dead you can’t kill me any more.

when was the last time you saw your mom: today

what is one thing you wish you could change in your life: my math and Physics mark. that or get rid of my stupid concussion so i can do things again.

what are you listening to right now:

have you ever talked to a person named tom: yeah, my late grandfather. There have probably been other Tom’s in my life but i can’t think of one off the top of my head.

something that is getting on your nerves: MATH. and this guy who keeps following me around and WROTE ME A FRIKIN POEM nopenopenope abort.

most visited website: youtube honest

mole/s: i don’t think i have any?

mark/s: freckles (if that counts, but i have like five and they’re practically invisible when it’s not summer), the large scar that appeared on my cheek this week, cuts, scrapes and bruises here or there.

childhood dream: teacher *shudders* glad i gave that one a rest.

hair color: dirty-ish light blond sort of thing i have no clue what my hair is. My eyebrows are black though and no i haven’t ever dyed my hair, except for that one time this year i went as sabine for Halloween

long or short hair: short. my hair was halfway down my back in around March and i chopped it all off for star wars.

do you have a crush on someone: sort of? I mean i don’t think it really counts as a crush i just think this guy is kind of cute but he also looks IDENTICAL TO EZRA I KID YOU NOT i swear on my life it’s crazy. but yeah that’s kind of the only reason i’m sort of obsessed with him i guess? But yeah I honestly dont even know who he is and I’ve only talked to him like three times and two were like “oh hey sorry is someone sitting here?” “oh no. sorry i’ll move my bag because its on your chair.” so yeahh. fun stuff.

what do you like about yourself: ummmmm... things? I love that i can find beauty in music and the world in ways alot of people can’t and i feel lucky because of that. My artistic personality is realy what defines me other than my constant use of sarcasm and dry humor, as well as terrible jokes and combacks that aren’t even comebacks and it’s helped me become who i am and will be fore the rest of my life. i love that i can use not only pictures but song, as well as words to express myself and other things to the world. I’m also terrible with words when i’m speaking so being able to write down what i mean with the detail needed to paint the picture into your mind is great. i also make no sense. like all the time.

piercings: one simple hole in each ear is enough for me

blood type: I....don’t actually know.

nicknames: Angie, Ange, Angeasaurus, tangeriene, angerine, Rey (it’s a long story), Bob, Frank, Joe (i am being serious, actually)

relationship status: single not like a pringle because pringles come on tins which hold alot more than a single pringle (heh) soooo what am i even sayig

zodiac: scorpio

pronouns: she/her

favorite tv show: ooohhh that’s an unfair question.

right or left hand: right

surgery: i don’t think so?

hair dyed in different colour: oh look i just talked about this. uh yeah, but temporarily for halloween

sport: ice hockey, water polo, tennis, swimming, baseball, something else i’m 100 percent forgetting.

vacation: i legit just went somewhere and i kid you not i cannot remember where it was. my memory is actually really bad.

pair of trainers: either my white sneakers or, if it’s winter or fall i’m always wearing my boots.

more general:

eating: a lolipop :)

drinking: lemonade

i’m about to: draw something stupid (probably)

want: to just feel like I’ve made a difference. To be happy.

get married: one day. but i’m like 17 so...

career: broke student(?)

hugs or kisses: hugssss

lips or eyes: eyes mostly, but both

shorter or taller: taller

older or younger: older

nice arms or nice stomachs: both is the way to gooo

sensitive or loud: really depends on the time, place, and people

hookup or relationship: relationship

troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker

have you ever:

kissed a stranger: nopers

drank hard liquor: uh yeah. i accidentally downed my mom’s vodka when i was like 11 because i thought it was water. heh mistakes.

lost glasses/contacts: i’m using my mom’s glasses actually right now because i lost mine

turned someone down: all the time tbh. just the other day actually (in my defense he was stalking me and it was getting creppy)

sex on the first date: uh nooooooooooo

personal:

broken someone’s heart: yeah (i feel like a terrible person saying yeah, but the things this guy did to me to try and get me to like him back were ridiculous)

had your heart broken: everytime my favorite fictional characters die okay in all seriousness, nope. I’ve never really liked someone that way. except for that one time when i was 12 but that’s a story for another time

been arrested: nope

cried when someone died: yeah. my grandfather earlier this year, a friend of mine commited suicide last year, and another one just died this yeah in a hit and run accident. so. other than that... *glares at stoick*

fallen for a friend: not as of current date

do you believe in:

yourself: sometimes

miracles: yeah.

love at first sight: nah. romeo and Julliet is a LIE. sort of.

santa claus: nope. (i blame my mother for not being more stealthy when i was 11)

kisses on the first date: i guess it would depend

other:

current best friend: doesn’t have tumblr and would rather i didn’t say his name.

eye color: blue (except when it’s really bright outside they turn almost white. it’s creepy)

favorite movie: The Empire Strikes Back

TAGGING: @twiggy242 @tarched @leffie-draws-fanart @jeditimelordinthetardis @fanwriter02 @fangirling1998 and anyone else who feels like doing this!

#httyd fandom #angie gets tagged

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bananashemmo · 7 years

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When We Collide (Part 15)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

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“What are you doing here?” The confusion was written on your face once you opened the door to your dorm. You hadn’t expected guests tonight, it was Friday and you were supposed to be alone.

Luke looked down at his feet shy as if he had forgotten the reason why, he almost looked like he wanted to be in disguise by the way he was standing against the door frame.

“You said I didn’t know you.” He mumbled and ran a hand through his hair.

“So I’m here to learn every single thing about you.”

You looked at him stunned without a word to say, too many thoughts were racing around in your mind at once and you could almost feel your jaw touch the floor.

He looked unsure whether he should walk in or not, he did have a polite side and wouldn’t just burst in without permission. With the reaction you had it was hard to tell what was going on but he had expected it.

“Can I come in?” He casually asked and shrugged his shoulder like it was nothing, removing invisible dust from his blazer to make it seem like it wasn’t the first thing on his mind.

“Yeah-, uh… Of course.” You furrowed your eyebrows by your words and stepped back to let him inside.

Never had you believed in your life that Luke would show up at your dorm. Your place could come close to be where he would be most misplaced.

He looked pretty confused and almost stumbled over the doorstep when walking inside, his eyes were looking everywhere at once you almost thought they would fall out from his face.

You closed the door quietly and scratched your arm not really knowing what to do. Suddenly you barely felt home and with his staring all around the room it was hard to find something to do meanwhile.

“Anything you expected?” You managed to say and swung your arms back and forth to look occupied.

“I uh…” He swallowed thickly not knowing what to say. You could tell he was holding everything in not to make an insult.

You could quickly throw him out of the door by one wrong word being said.

“It’s small. That’s all.” He made a small nod in confirm after circling around 360 degrees until he finally settled on looking at you.

“Obviously.” You shrugged and watched him take off his blazer but he was already lost because there was not a place he could hang it.

“I uh-, I usually hang my jackets on the chairs and such but we can just put it on my bed. It’s the only place that’s somehow pretty and clean.” You spoke and took his waiting jacket but his expression showed he was about to break.

“Y/N it’s real Italian Ermenegildo Zegna-,” He paused in track once he saw the glare you were giving him and he silently looked down at his fancy dress shoes.

“I’ll shut up.”

“Thank you.” You mumbled and placed the blazer on top of your bed but as gentle as you possibly could. Unless he was afraid of germs or something you couldn’t understand why he was freaking out so much.

“You can take a seat over there.” You nodded your head towards the small garden table you had in the middle of the room with a pair of garden chairs to match.

“I got them for free. Or more likely stole them but I see it as a generous gift from the blocks a few streets away from here.” You walked towards the kitchen that only contained two hotplates and no oven, a bad contained microwave on the old counter next to it.

“You know I could have given you a house tour just like you did with me but as it seems…” You trailed off and looked around the room with him, “It seems as if you’ve seen everything.”

“Yeah pretty much.” Luke nodded his head in agreement and took a seat down at one of the garden chairs. It was a luck it didn’t fall apart like last time you had taken a seat.

It was a wonder what duct tape could do.

Your dorm room was probably smaller than even his smallest coat closet there was no doubt. The way he was looking around showed many of his thoughts at once, just by his expressions.

Not that you had anything to brag about. Your dorm room was small walls with paint and wallpaper ready to fall off, a hole from when you had knocked down and ruined the only standing lamp you had plus the bathroom could barely be called a bathroom.

The only things you had in your room was your small kitchen, a single bed with a nightstand made out of a milk crate with a lamp that was also broken. Then the garden chairs and the table with a flower in a small vase you had found outside in the good weather.

Your clothes were scattered in a mess, you had some on your bed, some under the sheets and some under the bed. You had a small closet but it was not that it could fit anything, you couldn’t even fit into it.

Safe to say, Luke was more shocked than anything else.

“Can I offer you anything?” You questioned and opened the fridge.

It wasn’t much to offer. You had milk, a glass of potatoes bought from the store yesterday and also a few carrots. Not enough to feed you for a day but it was the only thing you had for tonight.

“I actually have some pearl mik tea now when I think about it.” You suddenly remembered and opened the only cupboard you had that contained a few glasses, mugs and as you mentioned, tea.

“Tea is nice.” He nodded his head in agreement, his eyebrows furrowing when he suddenly noticed the duct tape under his chair but he stayed quiet.

“Good because it’s either that or water. Not that I see it as a problem.” You reached over to grab your pot and placed it on top of the stove after filling it up with water.

He nodded his head with a hum in agreement and watched you take out the small bag of tea. When seeing the brand his eyebrows furrowed but then he realized they were recognizable.

“Isn’t that the ones we have at the office?” His question made you freeze in mid-action and you widened your eyes.

“I uh-” You looked down at the paper bags with wide eyes, not really knowing how to save it or explain because it was 100% true.

“I can’t really afford tea so I sometimes take a few home from work. I know it’s stupid I can just return them to you if you want-,”

“Y/N, it’s tea.” He reminded with a small smile on his face by your nervous reaction.

“They cost me $4.98 per bag.”

“Oh yes of course they cost nothing to you.” You mumbled and fiddled with the bags between your fingers.

“I just didn’t want you to think of me as a thief.”

“How did you get these garden chairs again?” He looked down at the chairs and gave you a serious expression. But when you could see he was about to crack a smile you sighed softly and shook your head by his teasing.

“Let’s not get into that.” You mumbled and saw as the water boiled.

“Maybe we should. It’s a part of you so I guess it’s a start.” He suggested and you looked at him as if he was being serious. Of course he was.

“Well if you’d like to know I stole them with my college friend Joe. He knew I was lacking on money and saw that a few chairs had been unused for a while. One night we decided to sneak out and see if we could get them, it worked out pretty easy. You see this scar?”

You pointed at the one very close to your hairline and he looked closely, nodding his head in agreement.

“When we had to throw the chairs over the gate Joe accidentally hit me in the face. Makes me think of it every time I look in the mirror and gave me a permanent scar in the face.”

“Oh god that must be horrible.” He commented and almost imagined what it would look on him. He most probably would have used some kind of surgery to get it away.

“Indeed.” You nodded your head in agreement and placed the two mugs on the table after preparing the tea. It wasn’t much you paid attention to it anymore it was simply just there.

He thanked politely and took the tea in his hands aware that it was hot. You couldn’t serve much but you did in fact serve the hottest tea possible. You almost had to blow wind to make sure you wouldn’t burn your tongue.

“So… Why don’t you just start from the beginning?” He encouraged and leaned back in his chair.

“From where? My birth?” You asked and took a sip of your tea.

“From where you feel like it.” He shrugged and had a taste of it. He loved it, it was the reason why every office in his building had it to serve and drink.

“Well I’m from Maine, my parents live there and so does my four brothers. Last one in the pile, not sure if you know of that.”

“I have two myself. Last in the pile.” He explained and you suddenly felt a better relation to him. Except for the fact that he was a boy and not under the circumstances of being the weak little sister.

“You can kind of say I was the great wish of a daughter. My mom was ready to give me all the attention she could because now she wasn’t the only female in the house. But it seems as I wasn’t as wished as they had wanted to considering we barely talk anymore.”

You looked down at your mug where the steam was coming up, all hot and bothered.

“Even though I grew up in such a big household I still felt very alone. Like they all had some kind of relationship I couldn’t get into no matter how many times I tried. It made me rebellious. I didn’t want to obey what they had to say but they still tried their best to get me towards the right direction. So after I barely graduated high school they sent me to college.”

A glance around the room took you back to the memory where you had moved in for the first time. You couldn’t believe it. No human could live under conditions like these.

“It was somehow like they wanted me to disappear. That they were so ashamed by the lack of same interests we had, that I wasn’t good enough for them and that I could never achieve as much as my brothers did. Their success in life would always be the pain in my ass.”

Luke nodded his head in understanding and sipped on his tea. You weren’t sure if he was actually listening. The expression on his face was hard to tell but you still continued now that you had started.

“At first I lived at one of the dorms they had at campus. You know, the ones where you have a roommate, shares community showers with others of your same gender and have play fights in the hallways against the students. It was a nice time. But it only lasted for a year or so.”

“What happened?” He asked, showing his interest to your otherwise suspicious thoughts.

“I couldn’t pay for the next semester and I had troubles paying for my books. I needed to pick out something, it would either be to continue to study but move out of my dorm or that I had to quit college completely. I didn’t know what to do but the counselor at college said moving out would be the best because I needed to finish now that I had started.”

You sighed softly, “And that is how I ended up in here.”

“But this isn’t a part of campus, is it?” He questioned and leaned back in his chair.

“No this is outside, campus is three streets away from here. They weren’t able to give me a single dorm room to stay at and since I couldn’t pay for anything the counselor found this. It was cheap, it’s for young and poor that lives here for as long as they can with the lack of money they have.”

Luke widened his eyes and looked around as well. He couldn’t believe this, if he had to live like this he would have protested until the end of the world.

“I know this is nothing like you would have wanted but I take what I can get. It meant I was still able to study at classes and meet up when required and needed.”

“You say it in past tense?” He observed and you looked down at your lap nervously and also a little bit embarrassed.

“Yes… That’s because I recently got kicked out of college.”

“You got kicked out of college?” Luke’s expression was enough to spoil that he had absolutely no clue, but when you also thought about it you had never actually admitted it to him.

“Yes… I couldn’t meet up for my classes, I barely studied because I didn’t have the time for it and to be honest I just didn’t want to. Safe to say I was glad being kicked out but it also left me in so many problems. My dorm room is currently on sale in case you didn’t notice the sign outside. If I don’t pay for next month I’ll get kicked out properly while the owner searches for someone else to take over.”

You took a sip of your tea after talking and were quiet for a moment.

“But who wants this place anyways? It’s only because I live under such horrible conditions I get the chance to stay for a while. Hopefully he won’t find a new student for a while I mean New York has gotten much better options than these dorm rooms.”

“Well yeah that’s a very good question.” He answered like you weren’t asking hypothetically and shrugged his shoulder casually.

“I wouldn’t of course.”

You rolled your eyes by his answer but smiled anyways. He was a good listener, you were surprised. It wasn’t something he showed much when you were at the office but this was something different.

“At college I met Nicole and Joe. The ones you met at the bar and the girl that also works at the restaurant we have at work. Nicole was my dorm roommate, we worked it out pretty easily and she’s my best friend now. Joe is also her childhood friend, they’ve known each other since kindergarten and has pretty much gone through everything together. Middle school, high school, college, you name it. Sometimes I feel a little bit like the third wheel but we’ve grown closer as a threesome and it’s nice.”

“Penelope?” He questioned just to be sure and instead of correcting him you just rolled your eyes and nodded.

“They seemed like great friends. They definitely know how to drink.” He nodded his head after thinking back to the night, it wasn’t just you he had talked to. He had also spent some time with Joe.

“They really are. They were the only reason I stayed at college, I think. Trying to motivate me some more.” You nodded along with him and drank the last bit of your tea.

“You want some more?” You questioned and he nodded his head in agreement.

“I’d love to.”

Smiling softly you stood up from your chair and grabbed the pot with half-filled water, it wasn’t completely warm but it was enough to please Luke. You did after all know what kind of temperature he preferred in both his coffee and tea.

“Basic facts?” He questioned interested and thank you when you returned a filled mug.

“Hit me.” You replied and sat back on your chair.

“Cats or dogs?”

“Cats. I have one back home that’s called Poodle.” You were quick to answer and in reaction he looked like someone who was disagreeing.

“I have a dog back home…” He explained and you nodded your head in understanding.

“Blue or green?”

“Blue. It fits with everything, it’s one of the three main colors and it’s always involved in something beautiful.”

“Wine or beer?”

“Beer. It’s cheaper, it’s easier to drink and you don’t get as heavy hungover as you would get with wine.” Again, he was grimacing by your expression but it was a part of showing your differences. You knew you barely had anything in common and it was nice to find out.

“Shower in the morning or shower in the evening?”

“Shower in the mornings. I’m not a morning person so I always seem to get in the right mood once I get cold water in my face. It makes the tiredness go away.” You looked over at the small bathroom by the mention, you had actually skipped the cold shower today but it wasn’t that obvious in your bun.

“Edward or Jakob?”

“Is Twilight barely a thing anymore?” You almost laughed and shook your head in disbelief.

“My apologizes,” He raised his hands in surrender and smiled, “Let me change it into something better. Stefan or Damon?”

“Damon!”

“No way.” He quickly answer back, “It will always be Stefan!”

You giggled by his words and fiddled with the cup between your fingers. You had been discussing this so many times with Nicole you knew once you would start the argument there was no point of return.

Silence fell upon the room and you sighed softly. It wasn’t as weird as before but you were still feeling a bit tense that he was there. But opening up to him suddenly made things a little bit easier.

“What’s with the dress?”

You looked over your shoulder by his sudden question, at first you were confused but when you realized what he was talking about you hesitated.

“It’s uh-,” You trailed off not really knowing what to say because he could clearly understand something was up with it.

It was your only thing in your closet that wasn’t folded together in a messy pile, it had a hanger and it was hanging on the door to your bathroom. It was dark purple and tight, cut to above the knees, but not so revealing that everyone could see what was going on here and there.

You had been trying to make sure it wouldn’t wrinkle in the ends as it had long sleeves and not enough patterns to not make it obvious. You didn’t own an iron for clothes so you had done it old fashioned way with old books you still hadn’t retuned back to the college library.

“It’s because Joe has set me up for a date next week and I want to look nice. At least while I still can.” You stood up from your chair to stand in front of it, having a look.

“You’re going on a date?” Luke almost asked in disbelief, not that he was sounding offended or anything but he was having a serious expression on his face.

“Yeah… His friend Tim really wanted to go out on a date and he’s been asking me for a while but I’ve always rejected. You somehow feel once you get to the 15th ask you can’t really say no.”

“Yes you can.” He disagreed but he looked a bit ashamed that he let the words slip out so fast.

“I’m not as coldhearted as you.” You reminded and looked up at the dress. You had spent a month of savings to get it.

“I’m not coldhearted I just don’t like to do stuff I don’t like.” He replied and pushed his chair back to walk towards you to get a better look of the dress.

“I’m just very sympathetic and I don’t have the heart to say no anymore. Maybe he figures out I’m not as wonderful as he would think and will leave me alone afterwards. But he is a good friend so it would be a shame.”

“I think it sounds a little weird. Guy gotta take a hint.” Luke replied and grabbed the dress just to get a feel of the fabric.

“Have you tried it?”

The dress?” You questioned a little bit too caught up on your mind and he shook his head in disagreement.

“No I mean me.”

“You’re an ass.” You sighed and rolled your eyes.

He nodded his head in agreement with a secret smile on his face and leaned up to take the dress. It was easy with his tall frame and he walked with you towards the only mirror you had in the room.

It was large and nice, it was your favorite furniture in the whole dorm.

“I haven’t tried it, I’m too afraid that I will ruin it.”

“You won’t,” He encouraged you and returned it, “Go try it on.”

You looked up at him unsure of his suggestion but in the end decided to give in. You could just blame him if you ended up ruining it and he would most probably pay for something even better.

“I’ll be right back then.”

He nodded his head happy that he got his will, not that it was anything new. You always felt you had to obey to his requests whether you were at the office or even at your own dorm.

He placed his hands in the pockets of his fancy pants and took a look around your dorm while he was alone.

Never in his life had he experienced anything like this. Even the part at his mansion where he kept his dumpsters was a much prettier and bigger place than this dorm.

He had suddenly gained a whole new respect for you.

He moved over to take a look at the only lamp you had in your room besides the fairy lights hanging above your mirror. It was old and dusty, it couldn’t even compare to the color beige anymore and Luke, the curious guy he was, decided to touch it.

In one fast movement he had managed to break something. He had barely gotten the time to react or see what he had done wrong but suddenly the only source of lights you had was the ones hanging above the mirror.

“I did not do this.” He mumbled with wide eyes and placed a $100 bill from his pocket right next to the broken lamp and turned around just in time for you to come out.

You were feeling a little bit shy. The dress didn’t feel as tight as last time you had tried it and because of Luke’s sometimes mean opinions it was hard to predict what he had to say.

“Let me guess… H&M can’t make pretty dresses either?” You questioned and walked up to the mirror to take a look.

He didn’t say anything but his lips were parted and it was obvious he was staring. You looked into the mirror curious to what was going on, he had never been this quiet and when you saw how the dress was fitting you understood.

“Luke I swear to fucking god if you’re offensively staring at my ass again I’m gonna-,”

“You’re showing.”

You froze completely by his words when he interrupted you, it wasn’t what you expected and your jaw fell once you looked into the mirror.

“What?”

“The belly… It’s showing… You’re showing.” He almost dropped the mug in his hand and was quick to place it on the table next to him before he hurried to stand in front of you.

You looked into the mirror and your eyes widened even more than before. Your hand came down to your stomach where a smaller part was bloated, you had bought it was only because you had been eating too many chips but it wasn’t.

“I hadn’t noticed.” Your voice was in a mix of being very quiet but also very surprised, it was nothing like you had expected.

You both looked into the mirror taking a look almost as if it wasn’t real. You shared one quick glance before he decided to kneel down in front of you, looking at you for approval before he did anything.

“I saw it right away.” He mumbled and ran a hand over your belly once you gave him a short nod.

You looked into the mirror and watched his face expression. By standing with your side facing the reflection you were able to see all the emotions he had in his face at once.

They said more than he had ever confessed in his life.

“It’s very beautiful.” He commented and you lifted your eyebrows unsure what he was talking about.

“The dress.” He admitted and ran his hand over your belly one last time, a warm smile breaking to your face.

“It looks good on you.”

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literallytoad · 7 years

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2 weeks post-op (top surgery)

I am officially allowed to lift 10 pounds now instead of 5, so I feel like I just leveled the fuck up. I am no longer taking Tylenol, and I am in absolutely zero pain unless I put pressure on my incisions/grafts or stretch too far. The scabs are coming off of my nipples, like usually a few small pieces when I wash them. It's probably around half and half now. I am not bothered or grossed out by my nipples at all. It's somehow a lot less scary on my own body than in pictures. The steri strips haven't really started to come off my incisions yet at all, except one tiny piece (like maybe half an inch). They are supposed to fall off on their own within the next couple weeks. It kind of freaks me out seeing how raised my incisions are, based on that one half inch, but they do look very thin and my scars should be as well, so I'm happy about that. I still have some small bruises near my incisions, but that's normal and should be gone within a few weeks. I'm slowly getting more range of motion in my arms. I can lift them over my head, but I can't reach up and stretch, if that makes sense. I've been using a stepladder a lot to get things off high shelves. I don't want to risk stretching too far and widening my scars. I am allowed to sleep on my sides now but not my stomach. Usually I end up trying to shift positions and accidentally putting way too much weight on my arm when I do and it fucking hurts and wakes me up. Also a couple nights ago I woke up and realized I had rolled over too far and was sleeping partially on my chest, putting pressure on my nipple. I'm not supposed to put any pressure on my nipples at all, so that freaked me out. Nothing bad happened from it as far as I can tell. But yeah, sleeping is really hard and I am not getting a lot of it. The one thing I really miss about the pain pills is that they knocked me the fuck out. I'm still compressing my chest with an Ace bandage. They told me i could switch to a too-small compression shirt a week ago, but it was way too hard to take off and I felt major tugging and pressure on my incisions, so I haven't tried it again. The frustrating thing is that I have an old swim binder that is stretchy and zips in the front and would be PERFECT, but I don't know where the fuck it is, lol. I can wear T-shirts with no problem, though. And the Ace bandage is almost completely invisible under a t-shirt, much more so than my old gc2b binders. I walked around my campus on Wednesday and it was hot and it felt SO good not to have binder/underboob sweat. And to not feel anything bouncing when I walk or run. It's so good. (I'm not actually supposed to run yet, but I ran across the street a couple times because I didn't want to wait for the light lol.) I'm still frustrated by my limitations- like I need to do water changes on my fish tanks this weekend and I hate that I will have to ask my wife to carry buckets of water for me- but I am slowly feeling more and more normal, and that feels good. Also, I can't fucking wait to work out. I am 100% going to wear my douchebag shirts with the giant arm holes to the gym. Supposedly I can work out again 1 month from now (6 weeks post op), but I think it's longer for stuff with actual heavy weights. I need to remember to ask at my 1 month post op appointment. But yeah, I'm healing and I'm doing well and I feel ok.

#top surgery #my post #drug mention #tmi probably

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illumi-nnaughtyy · 7 years

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1-155 ahahahah

I'm petty asf so here ya go 😂 1: Name- Bailey 2: Age- 17 (almost 18)3: Fears- lol everyone y'all 4: 3 things I love- my dog, pasta, & Morgan 5: 4 turns on- kindness, intelligence, effort, & being funny 6: 4 turns off- not able to keep an interesting convo going, no sense of humor, treat waiting staff bad, and not being good w/ kids7: My best friend- MORGANNN8: Sexual orientation- just living my life homie 9: My best first date- never had one 🙃10: How tall am I- 5'1 (I'm small)11: What do I miss- Izzy💗12: What time were I born- idk I think like 12?13: Favourite color- blue or green14: Do I have a crush- a huge one send help15: Favourite quote- "Live Life For Bella"16: Favourite place- anyplace outdoors or anyplace with coffee 17: Favourite food- ANY AND ALL PASTA 😍18: Do I use sarcasm- lolololololol all the fucking time 19: What am I listening to right now- nothing, but I have headphones in which is weird 20: First thing I notice in new person- sense of humor 21: Shoe size- 6 1/222: Eye color- blue/green23: Hair color- blonde 24: Favourite style of clothing- tshirts I guess 25: Ever done a prank call? I was in middle school once so yep 26: Meaning behind my URL- I liked the song Wake me up by Avicii when I made my blog forever ago :/27: Favourite movie- not so many but atm probably The Proposal 28: Favourite song- too many to chose from 29: Favourite band- idk don't listen to a lot of bands 30: How I feel right now- happy 😊 31: Someone I love- My dog Jake 32: My current relationship status- single 33: My relationship with my parents- I'm really close w/ both although my mom & I argue a lot (about politics and religion mostly), but my dad is my fav human to ever exist 34: Favourite holiday- probably Valentine's Day or Christmas 35: Tattoos and piercing I have- my ears are pierced 36: Tattoos and piercings I want- so many tattoos omg 37: The reason I joined Tumblr- I thought it looked cool?38: Do I and my last ex hate each other? I don't hate her bc I've let go of that negativity but she probs hates me but it's chill 39: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? I have recently & it makes me heart smile bud 40: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? That'd be Morgan so YEET no 41: When did I last hold hands? When my dad was driving me to take my Midterm & I was nervous so he held my hand 42: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? Like 20 minutes, u less I shower then like 40 minuets43: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days? Yepppp 44: Where am I right now? Laying in bed 45: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? Morgan probs 46: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? LOUDDDD47: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? Mom48: Am I excited for anything? The future 49: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? My dad 50: How often do I wear a fake smile? Anytime I'm at yee yee south Paulding high school 51: When was the last time I hugged someone? Honestly so long ago it's kinda sad52: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? They would be an invisible person bc I haven't kissed anyone 53: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? Probably 54: What is something I disliked about today? Yes55: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? Hmmmm probs lexi or obama 56: What do I think about most? School tbh 57: What’s my strangest talent? My dedication 58: Do I have any strange phobias? I irrationally hate the dark bc I'm five 59: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? Both idc 60: What was the last lie I told? That I wasn't mad that my dad wasn't picking me up until tomorrow 61: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? Both is fine I prefer in person 62: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? Def ghosts but idk about aliens 63: Do I believe in magic? Nah64: Do I believe in luck? Ehhhh not really 65: What’s the weather like right now? Cold as hell66: What was the last book I’ve read? Medical Law, Ethics, and Bio Ethics 67: Do I like the smell of gasoline? Kinda 68: Do I have any nicknames? Bai & Angel 69: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? Broke my arm & my knee 70: Do I spend money or save it? Both 71: Can I touch my nose with a tounge? Nope72: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me? My room walls 😅73: Favourite animal? My dog 74: What was I doing last night at 12 AM? Talking to lexi 75: What do I think is Satan’s last name is? Trump 76: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? Brown eyed girl 77: How can you win my heart? Make an effort to remember the little things & make me laugh....also if you're good w/ kids 😍78: What would I want to be written on my tombstone? "This bitch was lit asf"79: What is my favorite word? Content 80: My top 5 blogs on tumblr yeet too much work to do this 81: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? Why are we all so hateful?82: Do I have any relatives in jail? Yes83: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? To know everything 84: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? Idk depends on who's asking 85: What is my current desktop picture? Trees 86: Had sex? Nope 87: Bought condoms? Yes (as a dare)88: Gotten pregnant? Nope 89: Failed a class? Nope 90: Kissed a boy? Nope 91: Kissed a girl? Nope92: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? Nope 93: Had job? Yes 94: Left the house without my wallet? All the fucking time ugh95: Bullied someone on the internet? No bc I'm not an asshole 96: Had sex in public? Nah 97: Played on a sports team? Yes 98: Smoked weed? No 99: Did drugs? No 100: Smoked cigarettes? No 101: Drank alcohol? Yes 102: Am I a vegetarian/vegan? No 103: Been overweight? No 104: Been underweight? Yes 105: Been to a wedding? Yes I love them so much 😍😍106: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? I do online college so sadly yes 107: Watched TV for 5 hours straight? Lololol I'm trash so yes 108: Been outside my home country? Yes 109: Gotten my heart broken? Many times110: Been to a professional sports game? Yes111: Broken a bone? Yes112: Cut myself? .....113: Been to prom? Yes114: Been in airplane? Yes 115: Fly by helicopter? No116: What concerts have I been to? 4 Taylor Swift, 1 Carrie Underwood, & 1 one more that I can't think of 117: Had a crush on someone of the same sex? Lololol so many times 118: Learned another language? Like 2 years of hs Spanish 119: Wore make up? I'm an ugly toe so yes 120: Lost my virginity before I was 18? Nope 121: Had oral sex? Nope 122: Dyed my hair? Yes 123: Voted in a presidential election? Nope 124: Rode in an ambulance? Nope 125: Had a surgery? Yes 126: Met someone famous? Yes 127: Stalked someone on a social network? All the fucking time 128: Peed outside? Yes 129: Been fishing? I live in Georgia so what do u think?130: Helped with charity? Yes 131: Been rejected by a crush? Lol all of them132: Broken a mirror? Sadly 133: What do I want for birthday? Money 134: How many kids do I want and what will be their names? Idk maybe 2 or 3? And I want to name them Dani, Andi, or Amelia 135: Was I named after anyone? Some bitch from my mom fav tv show 136: Do I like my handwriting? Noooo it's horrid 137: What was my favourite toy as a child? A Mickey Mouse teddy bear 138: Favourite Tv Show? Soooo many but atm scandal 139: Where do I want to live when older? Idk just not in Georgia 140: Play any musical instrument? The recorder that I learned in 4th grade 141: One of my scars, how did I get it? I have one on my knee from falling off of my bike & breaking my knee cap 142: Favourite pizza toping? Mushrooms bc I'm trash143: Am I afraid of the dark? Yes 144: Am I afraid of heights? Very 145: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? Nope 146: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? Everyday fam 147: What I’m really bad at? Telling ppl how I feel 148: What my greatest achievments are? My academics for sure 149: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me? Prefer not to say 150: What I’d do if I won in a lottery? Pay for college 151: What do I like about myself? Not gonna lie I've got some A+ boobs 152: My closest Tumblr friend? Hmmm idk 153: Something I fantasise about? Moving out of my house & being independent 154: Any thoughts on the paranormal? That it's scary as fuck 155: Free question: Any question you’d like to ask, be it rude, fun, curious, strange, sexual, random, meme related, etc! Lol one wasn't asked

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