Because I was leaving comments on @jayjay-thejet-plane's work over on AO3 (when it let me stay logged in, JFC) I remembered the horrific experience of getting my tongue pierced back in the 90s and how I passed out afterwards, which I said would make a funny Meet Ugly. Referring to Tattoo artist Bradley because we need ALL the AUs.
TW: Blood.
“How do you feel about having Mikey do it? He’s new to piercing but he’s one of our experienced tattoo artists.”
“Got to learn somehow I guess right?” Jake asks.
“Thanks man, appreciate it,” a guy, obviously Mikey, says, reaching out for a fist bump and Jake obliges, throws a grin over his shoulder to Javy who had bet him good money that he couldn’t and wouldn’t get his tongue pierced. Javy is in fact paying for the privilege of Jake getting his first piercing. He’s walked through the procedure, shown the instruments and he listens intently, tries to ignore the needle and clamp. Then there are the aftercare instructions and what he does and doesn’t need to do to keep it from getting infected. Okay. It’s not rocket science. He can do this.
He’s never had anything pierced before, isn’t quite sure what it’s meant to feel like and he can’t really ask with his mouth wide open like it is, tongue pinched in the clamp and it reminds him vaguely of the dentist, when they ask you a question and you try and answer while your mouth is stretched open. Then there’s a count of three and blindingly hot pain and a flood of wetness in his mouth and he looks up to see Mikey looking at him wide-eyed. Then the hot pressure in his tongue is gone and he feels a little light headed, reaches up to wipe his chin where he can feel the wetness dribbling out of his mouth and when he sees blood the light-headedness intensifies and he swallows, tasting nothing but the sharp tang of his own blood and then his world fades to black.
“I got him.”
“Jesus that’s a lot of blood…”
“Go! Get Bradley!”
“Rooster!”
Jake wonders woozily why they need a barnyard animal, if maybe the blood loss will help in some type of ritual. His grandma was always warning him about shit like that.
He hears the heavy approach of boots, but his eyes feel heavy, can’t open and focus and at least the chair he’s in is comfortable.
“Holy shit, it looks like a murder scene in here. What did you do?”
“Uh…”
There’s movement and rustling noises and he can feel hands on his face, then a damp cloth and he presses into the hand cupping his jaw. It’s nice and cool against the heated skin of his face and he hums appreciatively.
“Mikey…”
“Slipped and went through the transverse muscle on a diagonal.”
“So not vertical.”
“Nope.”
“Well fuck…”
Jake forces his eyes open and looks up, his vision a little blurry, but there’s a guy standing in front of him and the first thing he notices is the moustache, tries to reach up to pat it but the guy pulls away and Jake thinks he’s frowning.
“Looks fuzzy…”
“Is he on something?” the guy with the moustache asks.
“No…” Javy answers for him.
“Okay…”
“It’s a caterpillar… fuzzy.”
There’s a few snorts or what Jake thinks might be amusement, he’s starting to feel a bit more normal and the hand is still on his face and he looks to it, notices the tattoos. His eyes are now able to focus, and his gaze travels up the arm, it’s nicely muscled and notes the black tank with the bronco logo, the mosquito caught in amber on a chain around the guys neck and oh, the arm is attached to the guy with the moustache.
“Hi…”
“Hi there gorgeous. You back with us?”
Jake nods, feels the hand flex a little on his face and he nods slowly.
“Now, you want to try again?”
Jake nods, and this time he’s sat up first, given some water to rinse out his mouth before settling back again, somehow less nervous. Moustache guy has introduced himself as Bradley, and Mikey hasn’t stopped apologising for the slip, and Jake doesn’t care, can’t really focus on much more than Bradley’s intense gaze on him as he reopens new packets of sanitised equipment.
It goes much better this time around, not painful, well, not compared to the first time. Then Bradley’s removing his fingers from his mouth and Jake swallows, wonders if intense eye contact is part of the tongue piercing package.
“Want to get an ice cream? I know a place. Be good for your tongue.”
“Yeah? That your professional opinion?” Jake asks, and it feels weird, the metal bar knocking around in his mouth, tongue definitely feeling tender and swollen.
“Sure is. And I should stay with you. Just in case you pass out again.”
“Well, I wouldn’t want to stop you from doing your due diligence.”
Bradley gives him a slow smirk and yeah, Jake thinks he’s going to like him.
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you know, I come from a family of health professionals, my grandfather was a doctor, both my parents are doctors, my sister is a doctor and has her own clinic. aunts and uncles are doctors, nurses and dentists, some of my young cousins are on their way to become health professionals too. but not me, I chose a different path in life.
but as you can see, I don't go around claiming to be an expert on medicine and capable of diagnosing illness and give treatments, just because my family is made of doctors.
because I'm not a doctor and having a family of doctors, doesn't equal to having credentials.
you are not a body language expert because you can speak sign language, you are just a bilingual person.
and even if you were deaf, deaf people are not exempt of being biased and just seeing what they want to see. because they are just regular people with their own opinions and beliefs.
I never said I was an expert. Please. I even went back and reviewed what I wrote. Nope. No “expert” anywhere. Just said I have experience, layman’s experience. As deaf people do use and read body language better than hearing people. More, I’m a trauma survivor—which means we learn real fast how to read people so we aren’t in danger.
But hey! How about we go by what Jensen’s done and said? That one hug at con? He hugged Misha and then shoved him away. Joked about personal space and then immediately scooted away. Does Jensen touch Misha as much as he touches Jared? Are there fans witnessing Jensen being physically affectionate with Misha that we hear often of Jensen with Jared? Or with Danneel? Hell, on the red carpet, at Wales, we rarely see Jensen being physically affectionate with Danneel. And we never see or hear Misha on social media bragging about meeting up with Jensen or photographs… and you know Misha would brag. He can’t shut up half the time, which is why he’s in a hot spot now with his ex-wife over the kids, why he doesn’t have a job, and is desperately trying to get people to give him their data so he can sell it and make money.
Sure… I know nothing. 🙄
Keep trying, hellers. The only reason you’re darkening my anon ask box is because you don’t like the evidence I have. Because you know I’m right. But if you think I’m not, why are you here? I’m an anti Misha and I make no apologies over it. Go hang out with your fellow hellers and leave us alone.
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Discovered today that nitrous doesn't do shit for me so that's. Great.
Now if I want to get any dental work done, I'll have to drive 4-5 hours to Denver because no one where I live (that takes my insurance) offers other options. But, obviously, if I go to Denver and get more intense pain management, it means I can't really drive BACK until it's fully out of my system and I no longer feel like shit. Blerg.
It's a loose plan, but what I think I'll try to do is take the bus to Denver, get a dentist who will just knock me the fuck out and do everything all in one go, then take the train back. I'm thinking bus then train primarily because the trains going east are NEVER on time. At all. But the ones headed west are always on time, and they have a lot more room than the bus, plus full bathrooms, so I think I'd be a lot more comfortable coming home that way. If I did it this way, it'd probably mean two nights in a hotel as well, but my insurance SHOULD cover that, and hopefully the bus and train, but I'm not 100% sure.
Either way, I've decided this is an after Christmas problem now. I'm gonna go take some ibuprophen and try to ignore the fact that I can still feel where my teeth were touched for not even a whole minute well over four hours ago. 🙃
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