#How long do you go without teeth when getting implants

[jeevananmolhospital]

How Long Does Dental Implant Treatment Take

Dental implant treatment is a multi-step process that requires careful planning and patience. The entire procedure, from the initial consultation to the final restoration, can take several months to over a year. Here’s a breakdown of the timeline you might expect.

Initial Consultation and Evaluation: The process starts with a thorough consultation where your dentist or oral surgeon will assess your oral health. This often includes X-rays or a CT scan to evaluate the bone structure and determine if any additional procedures, such as bone grafting, are necessary. This evaluation phase typically takes one or two appointments and can extend the timeline if a bone graft is required. Bone grafting may take a few months to heal before the implant procedure can begin.

Implant Placement: Once you’re ready for the implant placement, the procedure itself is relatively quick. Performed under local anesthesia, it involves inserting a titanium post into the jawbone to serve as an artificial tooth root. This surgical step usually takes one to two hours and is done in a single visit. The recovery from this step is generally manageable, with minimal discomfort.

Healing and Osseointegration: After the implant is placed, the next crucial phase is osseointegration, where the implant fuses with the jawbone. This healing period is essential for ensuring the implant's stability and typically lasts between three to six months. The duration can vary based on individual healing rates and the quality of the bone.

Final Restoration: Once the implant has integrated with the bone, the final phase involves placing the dental crown, bridge, or denture. This step requires taking impressions of your teeth to create a custom restoration that fits well and matches the surrounding teeth. The fabrication and fitting of the final restoration usually take a few weeks.

In summary, while the surgical placement of a dental implant might only take a day, the full treatment process—including preparation, healing, and final restoration—can span several months. Following your dentist’s guidance and attending all follow-up appointments is crucial for a successful outcome.

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Platonic Yandere Demon Queen Headcannons (1)

Introduction | Part 2 | Kofi

The Demon Queen is adamant that you drink from her even if you're a month off of weening

She just has to get that instinct out 

Constantly holding you against her monumental chest just like she did with her first

Unlike humans who have a nursery, demons make nests

A Soft comfortable place for her and her baby

Hers is in the deep dungeons of one of her many castles

Moving to an identical copy of her nest for wherever she feels like 

Currently, her nest is like a pod

Open and closed by a very specific spell 

The floor is a carpet of flower petals, soft, soothing, and place magically grown to keep fussy babies calm

And that’s what life’s like for you, if not in the soft chest of your new Mama

It’ll be weeks before she will actually part with you to attend her duties

Rarely does she deem any situation dire enough to leave her nest 

But when she does you’re in tow

Swaddled and likely sleeping she has a standing bassinet

Level and matching with her skull-covered throne

“Ah!”

“Yes, we’ll do the obvious thwing mwy lwove!”

“We’ll….proceed with the assassin plan?”

“YES IDIOT! Now go it smells like my baby needs a diaper change!”

Your Demon Queen Mama doesn’t care in the slightest that you’re a human

She loves how long it’s taking for you to grow just a little bit

Demon babes with their extra month in the womb spend less time getting older

Humans on the other hand have a more standard rate of growth

Which she quickly studies up on when she gets concerned that you aren’t speaking yet and can barely lift your head on your own

She proudly hold you in her arms as she speaks to her generals about your development

Her generals will often share there own knowledge about children in concern about hers

While she may scoff and wave them off 

Their concerns usually ignite something she was wondering about

“My Queen is a human babe supposed to not have teeth at this age? Perhaps they’ll need implants?”

“FOOLISH! My baby will need no such thing!”

“I see. Excuse me, my lady.”

“....Say (Y/n) will teeth somehow magically appear within here?”

“Ohhh! Baa!”

Other than the strong learning curve she adores her human baby and celebrates all your major milestones

Making sure to execute anyone who refuses you or even remotely doesn’t pretend to also be so proud

And the first that she does this to is her concubines

You didn’t think she just had this baby with some random 

No no no 

She has a total of three concubines, every now and then she’ll accept another for political purposes but it’s a known fact that they won’t last long

After all her three concubines are known as the three Reapers

One way or another making sure they are the only ones in the Queen’s bed

Something the Queen has always treasured

Loyalty with their entire being

From fear and love a volatile mix of both

The same that she has with you 

And who better to teach you about what to expect than them

She’s…cautious when it comes to you meeting them

While she can’t deny they were among the few who could be near her when she had her…..slump

She also knows their ruthlessness does not stop at rivals in love

anyone who threatens her reign, happiness, and goals they intervene 

Usually without her instruction

She worries they might do the same

But of course both scaring and exciting, the first concubine approaches first

“Oh my Queen! May I sit on the edge of your nest to see your precious baby?”

“You…may…”

She refuses to let her eldest concubine come much closer than that

Already bold to even enter the room, she’s suspicious of her

Her eldest concubine is Milune, gorgeous as she is soft

She’s the Queen’s go-to for comfort

Unbelievably soft in a world full of demons, the Queen adores the balance 

she thanks her human parents for that

“My Queen I’ve brought a specially crafted wunzie for your little one! Can they try it on?”

“They can…but I will inspect it first.”

“Of course!” 

The Queen does recall just how eager she was to help her craft her nest

Lovingly adding her unique magic to the protective spells around it

Recalling a discussion she had with her about being a mother herself

“If my Queen wished it I’d love to conceive for you! Or to handle the raising of the little one when you’re crushing all of humanity! Whatever you wish for your majesty!”

Perhaps it wouldn’t be too bad of an idea to let her hold you….only once of course

“Ahh~! Look at you! Aren’t you a joy to behold!”

Milune is holding you up high and filling your face with kisses 

Making baby you laugh

The Queen is torn between happiness at her acceptance of you….and jealousy

Now beginning to master walking, she’s just sad you aren’t crawling only to her anymore

…but she figures its not that bad when she finds a gaggle of elven assassins dead bodies strewn all over the hallway

“They got far too close to the baby, my Queen! Plus the little one just got down for their nap!” 

She’s pretty sure your hearing isn’t that good but she doesn’t mind

In fact she thinks it’s great

Absolutely showering Milune in affection and more responsibility with you

“Oh little one! Come sit in mama Milune’s lap! While we watch your Mama massacre these insolent worms.”

Milune is delighted

As someone who grieved alongside the Queen, your existence brings her a similar joy

And what better way to honor her Queen and love by showering you in the same obsession her Queen adores

When she pretends that your her baby too you are

She’s certain she’d do anything for you and kill whoever she’s allied with to protect you

Including the concubines she’s made a pact with...

TBC...

[thepartyresponsible]

prompt fill! i got an anonymous request for tony/bucky for the prompt: concealing an injury. so here's a little fic about tony stark, slowly dying of palladium poisoning, and vampire bucky barnes.

warnings for general vampire violence.

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Stark doesn’t like him. Never will, probably, and Bucky can’t blame him for that.

Steve’s got ideas about redemption and forgiveness, but one night, years ago, Bucky licked Howard Stark’s blood off his teeth and then ripped open Maria’s throat, and no matter what happens now, that happened first. It’s hard to build a functional relationship with a man after you introduce yourself by orphaning him.

They keep the peace by keeping apart. Outside of missions, Bucky doesn’t even speak when Stark’s in the room. Pretends he’s back under some Hydra facility, buried in another box, waiting.

But Bucky can’t help being what he is. He has a predator’s knack for sensing weakness, and Stark’s getting weaker by the day.

He’s rotting, somehow, from the inside out. Not cancer. Something else.

Bucky waits a week, and then another. He can track Stark’s movements by the smell of sickness through the Tower, and he thinks about going to Steve, but he’s taken enough from Stark for a lifetime. He might as well leave him his dignity, if he can.

“JARVIS,” he says, when he enters the elevator, “I need to talk to Stark.”

“Mr. Stark is not accepting visits or calls right now,” JARVIS reports. “Would you like to leave a message?”

“Sure,” Bucky says. “Tell him I know he’s sick. And if he doesn’t tell Steve, I will.”

There is a long pause, tinged somehow with disapproval. And then, without comment from JARVIS, the elevator rises, and the doors open, and there’s Tony Stark, standing in his suite with a tumbler of whiskey in his hand, looking impatient and annoyed.

“You think you know something about me, Barnes?” he asks.

“I can smell it,” he says. No reason to lie. Tony Stark knows exactly what he is.

Stark’s mouth twists in an elegant, expressive curl of disgust. “Of course you can.” He gestures at himself, a telltale flick of his fingers toward his chest. “Poisoned meat, right? Wouldn’t want to upset your digestion.”

“Poisoned sounds about right,” Bucky says. “Is that what it is?”

“Maybe. Why? You want me to type it up for Steve? File a report? Prep some blood samples for Fury?” He laughs, dry and a little choked. “You want a couple hits while I’ve got the vein open? Or am I too compromised for your tastes?”

Sometimes, when Hydra buried him for too long, Bucky would rise so weak that he’d crawl after sick rats, drink whatever was too diseased to drag itself away. But there’s nothing to gain from telling Stark a thing like that. He’s the one who found the bodies; he knows damn well how starved Bucky used to be.

“What is it?” Bucky asks, instead. “Are you treating it?”

Stark laughs again, longer this time, and finishes his whiskey. “Sure,” he says. “I could treat it. All I’ve gotta do is stop my heart.”

There’s some kind of machine in Tony’s chest. Implanted, Bucky thinks. Nobody talks about it. Maybe nobody knows much about it. Maybe nobody’s wanted to.

“The arc reactor,” Bucky says. “It’s poisoning you?”

Tony shrugs. “Sure.”

“And you can’t take it out?”

He shrugs, again. Dismissive and uninterested, all his mannerisms suggesting that Bucky is wasting his time. “No.”

“And you know it’s going to kill you?”

There’s a moment of hesitation, a slight flinch. Tony’s heart beats faster, but his face stays blank. “I’m a dead man either way, Barnes. I’ll live longer with it than I would without it.”

If you can’t cure a sickness, you treat it. Bucky is always going to be a vampire. As long as he stays well-fed, he’s not dangerous to anyone who doesn’t deserve it.

“I can fix this,” he says. “Mitigate the symptoms, clean the blood.”

Stark’s eyes narrow, and, suddenly, finally, it feels like he’s fully in the room. “You,” he says, voice rising, “are not getting a single drop---”

“No. Not yours. Mine,” Bucky says. “It’d be my blood. I can give you--- it’ll heal you.”

That low, dismissive derision kicks abruptly into open rage. “Are you out of your Goddamn mind?”

Bucky shakes his head. “No, listen. It’s not---”

“You drained my parents like a six pack at a beach party,” Stark says. “You ripped them apart. And now you want to make me your familiar? You gotta take every fucking drop from this family, Barnes? What the hell did we ever do to you?”

It’s a lunatic plan. It’s a terrible thing. But it’s not his fault that the only thing he can offer is a devil’s bargain. He is a devil.

“I want to keep you alive,” Bucky says.

“Alive,” Stark repeats. “Alive? Alive as what? Alive in what form, Barnes? As your puppet?”

Bucky swallows. He stares at Stark’s face, tries not to see Maria’s eyes staring back. “I’ve been a puppet, Stark,” he says, when he can speak. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”

Stark stares back him. His heart is racing, and that machine in his chest is killing him and saving him, and Bucky can smell the spreading rot that’s eating him alive, cell by cell.

He knows, already, what Tony’s going to do. He knows because Steve’s right: they’re not that different. Bucky drank sick rats to stay alive. He’d do it again; he’d do worse if he had to. The pair of them, they’d do any damn thing to themselves. Weighed against all the misery they’ve brought into the world, what does it matter how much it costs them to stay here?

They’ve got debts to settle. They’ll pay with whatever blood they have.

Stark throws his empty tumbler against the wall. Bucky feels like he’s watching a pinned butterfly beat its wings against glass. There’s no rage that can break a trap like this.

“Fine,” Stark says. "I'll do it."

Bucky picks a shard out of the carpet, doesn’t think about Howard, doesn’t think about Maria, doesn’t think about the winding thread of blood tying them all together.

“You don’t have to drink much,” he says.

“Jesus,” Stark breathes. For a second, there’s open misery on his face, a cut that goes right through him, an old wound gone rancid. And then he smiles, wide and dazzling, an ugly irony hooking up the edge of his mouth.

“Bartender,” he says, “pour me a double.”

[mama-qwerty]

do you have any fun scu knuckles headcanons? maybe like what things are like when they get back to green hills??

Oh, well, first of all, Maddie is so angry she can't speak for a good five minutes when they return. Wade and Knux are both standing at the door, their heads hanging low, looking for all the world like dogs who had just peed on the antique, hand-woven rug that's been in her family for ten generations.

She opens the door, eyes going wide as she sees them. She opens her mouth, letting out a little squeak before closing it again. She tries again, and still just a squeak comes out. Then she slams the door in their faces. Opens it again. Another squeak. Another slam. Opens it again and hisses at them through gritted teeth "GET. IN. HERE."

They wisely obey.

They are both sat on the couch as she paces back and forth in front of them. Arms crossed, mouth pulled into a thin line. Every now and then she shoots them both a glare so hot they shrink under its weight.

Finally, she stops, bringing her clasped hands to her chin, and takes a long, deep breath. She lets it out slowly, before asking them just what in the ever-loving hell they thought they were doing.

They explain. They speak over each other, adding to the other's explanation, expanding on a point that hadn't been given very well. They laughed at some points, and quickly glossed over the bits they didn't think she'd take very well.

And as they talk, as they explain where they'd been for the past few days, Maddie notices something.

Knuckles, the most dangerous warrior in the galaxy, actually looked happy. His face was relaxed and he smiled more than she'd ever seen him since they'd taken him in. He and Wade seemed to have formed a bond on this trip, and even the deputy seemed more confident.

When they finish the tale of their adventure, Maddie feels her anger fade. She admits that she doesn't like how they simply disappeared--especially since Knuckles was supposed to be grounded--but it looks like their little road trip was good for them both. And she's so happy they're both okay.

But don't do it again.

After this, Knuckles has learned to have fun. He still trains, sure. He's gotten into the habit of jumping Sonic out of the blue under the guise of training--"Beware, surprise ambush!" he'll shout before pouncing on the hedgehog. Tails thinks it's hilarious, but Sonic's not too fond of it.

Wade and Knuckles have become best buds, and they go bowling at least once a week. Knuckles had a hard time in the early games, but Wade celebrated every pin the echidna knocked over without damaging anything as a glorious victory. Nachos are a favorite snack, followed closely by buffalo wings. Knuckles holds the record for the most wings eaten in 5 minutes.

When Wade goes back to visit his mother, he brings Knuckles with him--with Maddie's permission, of course. Wendy loves her little Knux, and they watch all sorts of movies together.

Tails had tried planting a tracker in Knux's shoe to keep tabs on him, because he didn't like carrying a phone. "It makes a strange humming sound, and makes my skin tingle," was his complaint, which no one really understood, but they didn't push it. The tracker didn't last more than two days, as it burnt out if Knux powered up and went sparky.

They came to an agreement that Knuckles would simply let someone know where he was when he was out. It took a few weeks to fully implant that into his head, but soon he got into the habit of either leaving a note or making sure he was seen around town.

And Wade always seemed to know where he was. "Bestie privileges," he'd said once when asked about it. "You know how it goes."

He's still a warrior . . . but he's thinking maybe he doesn't have to be right now. Maybe he doesn't have to train every day. Maybe it's okay to go fishing. Or bowling. Or watch movies. Or help people around town run errands or fix things or work in their gardens.

Maybe it's okay to just . . . be.

It's something he'd never done before. But he has to admit . . . he kinda likes it.

[braineater444]

To Be a Princess

Chapter 4

Last/Next

fem!reader x kokonoi/bonten

TW: Disordered eating, Mass murder, Depersonalization, Poor proofreading

A/N: This is pretty heavy because I've been in a rough place recently. Read with discretion.

The last two months have effectively blurred into each other. It’s been all the same. You wake up, Hajime dresses you, and you go nowhere. He leaves and if you’re lucky, Haruchiyo is forced to watch you. If you’re unlucky, you’re cuffed to the bed and stuck in your room all day. 

“Eat this and we can go.” Hajime slides you a decently sized pork cutlet sandwich and you get to work on it without a second thought. 

It hurts your stomach to eat so much after such a long time of eating so little. Your throat is even rejecting it a little. It takes more energy to chew and swallow than you’d anticipated. You definitely should be taking it slower, but you need to get out of this place. You’ve been going stir-crazy. 

At least it’s a really good sandwich. Even if it pains you to eat and give him what he wants, you can appreciate a good piece of meat.

When you’re done, you slide the plate to him, and he kisses your forehead.

“Thank you.” He smiles.

✮✮✮

It’s good that Hajime is letting you tag along today because you’ve started to eat the stuffing in your pillow. Not a lot. Maybe a fistful. A decent fistful every day for about a week. He hasn’t noticed, or if he has, he’s kept his mouth shut. But you try your best to hide it. You re-fluff the pillow you keep pulling down out of and flip it, so the torn side isn’t showing. If you eat any more feathers, you might get sick though, and that’s not ideal. You should be sick, right? If you are, you haven’t noticed.

“So, do you like Haruchiyo?” Hajime asks, not taking his eyes off of the road.

“He’s alright. Weird. But he smells good. I think his teeth are fake.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.” It’s a lot to explain. You realized it once when the Haitanis were over. Rindou has charmingly, somewhat crooked teeth and Ran’s teeth are perfect. Sanzu’s teeth are good at passing for real when you don’t look too hard or have anything to compare them to. 

“Not all of them are fake.” Hajime says matter-of-factly.

“How do you know?” You rest your head against the window.

“I took him to go get the implants.”

“What? What happened?”

“Ran knocked three of them out. All in the front of his mouth.”

“That doesn’t make sense. What do you mean?”

“He does a lot of drugs. His teeth were on their way out, anyway.” Hajime smiles at the thought. “I didn’t want to see him missing so many teeth, though, so I took him to start getting them fixed the next day.”

“Yeah, but why did Ran hit him?”

Hajime shrugs. “There could be several reasons. I think he needed it either way.” He thinks for a second. “I just remember that Haruchiyo came to me with his teeth in his hand and he told me Ran did it. There was so much blood, he kept choking on it when he cried.”

Hajime seems amused by recalling it. He tries to suppress smiles and keep seriousness in his tone, but here and there it sounds like he’s telling you a pleasant dream he had. 

“Why don’t you like him?” You prod. It’s not your business, but in the past months you’ve developed quite the attachment to Haru and while you can see tons of reasons for someone not to like him, Hajime seems deeper than the surface level.

He goes quiet in thought and then starts. 

“He’s a jackass. I know I’m far from being a good person myself, but he takes it to a whole different level. His personality is grating. He doesn’t listen. And while he’s second in charge, it’s only for show. His bullshit falls on me all the time and I’m stuck with work I don’t want.” He clenches his jaw, and his hands tighten around the steering wheel. He seethes, “If being second in command was as simple as sucking Mikey’s dick, anyone could do it.”

“Wow.”

“Don’t get me wrong, it’d be easier to not hate him if he was incompetent. Okay? But he’s not. He’s very smart, and that’s what gets on my nerves. It’s like he does dumb shit on purpose, and I always have to fix it.”

“Must suck.”

“It does, but it’s fine. I’m going to outlive him.”

✮✮✮

A black-haired man slides up to your open window and starts talking before you can process who he is or what he’s saying. 

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Oh, uh, they’re in his glove box. The cigarettes. I just need one.” He’s a very polite man. Very handsome too. Even with the scar marking a solid quarter of his face. 

You’ve met him before, right? At the club? Had to be.

“Here.” You hand him the cigarette.

He starts to walk away but stops in his tracks. “You don’t want to get out?”

He’s opening your door and offering you his hand before you can think about it. You take it. How could you not?

“It’s weird that he left you in the car when it’s so hot.” He guides you to where a group of people are standing and talking.

For the first time in the fifteen minutes that you’ve been here, you realize that you’re in the middle of an empty shipping yard.

You look around at all the faces and then turn around to take in the entire scene. A bunch of well-dressed men in an empty shipping yard? What the fuck is going on?

“Calm down.” A friendly voice cuts through all the noise.

Rin. Why?

He checks his phone. “Kakucho, Mikey needs you. Keep your phone on you.” He says to the man that guided you here.

Kakucho walks away.

Something’s not right. Where’s Koko? Why are you here?

“Rin, I want to go home.”

He looks at you as if he’s considering helping you. Your eyes dart around, and you see Takeomi laughing with a man who has severe eyebrows and a goatee. You’ve seen him before. Other men are laughing too, but you’re not acquainted. You should leave.

“Let’s go over here,” Rindou says as he leads you to the side of his SUV where no one can see you.

“What is going on?” You ask plainly. “Why are we here?”

He scratches his head. “We have to kill a couple of people.”

“No.”

“What do you mean, no?”

The sun feels hotter. Your palms feel sweatier even through your sheer black gloves. You want to run, but you can’t in these heels, so you walk. Or so you start to walk. Rindou grabs your arm and pushes you right back against the door.

“I can’t. I can’t. Please.” Your nose tingles at the onset of tears. 

“You will be fine.”

“No. I won’t. Rin. Please.”

“Stop fucking crying.” He forces out, irritated. “Do you want something to make you calm down a little? I might be able to find a pill.”

You shake your head.

“Then calm down.”

You try. Your hands smooth over the cotton fabric of your minidress. Once. Twice. Three times. Again, and again and again. But the tears don’t stop. Your head falls to your chest. 

“Fuck.” He grunts. There is a split second where he’s all but throwing you into the backseat. You can feel your dress ride up and you know you flash him and when you’re situated, he looks at his watch as says, “You have about fifteen minutes to cry and then you have to be out there.” Before slamming the door.

You beat at the headrest in front of you and sob. He stands with his back to the door as if nothing is happening. This is why Hajime didn’t put any makeup on you. He saw this coming.

You scream into your hands and the fabric of those sheer polyester gloves burns when it rubs against your eyes. 

You’d give everything not to be you.

The rest of the tears are silent. You lay your head back and just let them fall with the occasional hiccup here and there. There’s no more relief in screaming after it starts to hurt and it never got you anywhere, anyway.

✮✮✮

It’s more people than you’d expected. You count all the way up to twenty-five. Twenty-two grown men in their underwear, heads bowed in shame and their knees pressed to the shipping yard dirt and gravel. One woman and her two kids are in the same position but wearing the clothes they’d go about their daily lives in. Elementary school uniforms and nursing scrubs.

The two kids cry. They’ve done nothing wrong, and they can’t understand what’s going on. 

At least one hundred people are standing around watching this, and you are the only one who seems to feel anything. Rindou has his arm resting over your shoulders and when you look at his face, it’s blank. Ran’s too. 

Kakucho brings in a last man. He’s been beaten. Some of his nails are missing. He limps when he walks. Rindou and his brother titter. Of course they find this is funny. How long has it been since they’ve been full people?

The man bows to the detained before turning his back to them and getting on his knees. There’s a moment of breathlessness before the kids run to be at his side, hugging his half-naked body. They’re screaming and crying and begging their dad to tell them what’s happening. He stays silent. Everyone does.

Twenty-six people in total will die.

Mikey, Haruchiyo and Hajime appear. You can hear every one of their footsteps.

“Apologize to the team you let down.” Hajime isn’t yelling, yet his voice is strikingly clear.

The man yells. “I’m sorry for steering you all wrong and now you have to die because of my mistakes.” He’s shaking. Despite his confident voice, every inch of him is wrought with fear. There’s no denying it.

“Now apologize to them individually,” Hajime commands. The warm wind lifts his hair, and he almost looks like God. Mikey stands silently beside him and Sanzu stalks back and forth between the rows of men with a gun in his hand. You can tell he’s eager to do this. He’s more dressed up than you’ve ever seen him. Everyone is.

“Nakamura Touma!” There’s a loud wail at the sound of the name. “I’m sorry!”

Haruchiyo is quick. There’s the sound of a gun being fired, the woman’s scream, and grown men crying.

It’s real. You see the brain matter splatter on to the people nearest to Touma. You watch everyone flinch at the sound. The kids cower into their father. The woman folds in on herself to sob.

You stand in shock.

“Maekawa Yuichi! I’m sorry!”

It’s nothing for Haruchiyo to kill again. It’s just as fast as the last time. He executes the man with a smile. There are no second thoughts or regrets. He just lines his gun up and pulls the trigger.

This time, you’re not frozen in fear. You turn away at the sound of another namel. You’re faced with Ran’s chest and there’s a scuffle between you and both brothers. They force you to turn around.

It’s just in time for Haruchiyo to locate the man and put him to death. 

“Don’t you ever turn your back. It’s bad manners.” Rindou jeers into your ear. 

Your head falls as you start to cry again. Rindou’s hand comes to your hair to force your head back up. You’re met with an unreadable glance from Hajime. 

The bodies fall name after name. Some men pee on themself before being done away with. It’s too cruel for you. You’ve never wanted to live in a world like this.

The numbers whittle down until the man is left with his wife and kids. 

“Say sorry to your family.” Hajime sounds actually angry. The man doesn’t speak. It seems like the impact comes before the actual kick to the head Hajime delivers. The kids scurry away as Koko yells.

“Tell your wife you’re sorry!” He leans into the man’s ear. “Are you deaf?”

“Emiko!” He projects over the shrill screams of his children. “I’m sorry. Our financial troubles are my fault and I should have told you what was going on. I did this behind your back and it’s my fault—“

The sound of Sanzu’s gun going off is its own sick timer. He’s killed the wife before her husband can fully apologize.

Hajime is stoic. Unbothered. The kids’ screaming explodes into something worse. Something indescribable. They’re the type of screeches that claw at your insides and assure you’ll never be well again. 

“Dead or orphaned?” Sanzu shouts to the man. It’s a question that’s impossible to answer.

✮✮✮

The screams have died. Non-executive members clear out. The Haitanis stay right next to you. Your feet are cemented into the earth. They gather around you as if you’re leading them.

Mikey speaks.

“Mochi, find someone to clean this up by tonight.” His voice is low, the wind is louder. He speaks calmly and precisely. “Rindou. Ran. Find the oldest son and ex wife. Kill them.”

They don’t object. They just nod. 

“I’m going home.” Is the last thing he says before turning away. Haruchiyo trails after him.

They all disperse like nothing happened

Ran pets your head before heading to his car. Rindou bumps you with his elbow before leaving, too. 

It’s like nothing happened.

Blood, piss, the salt of your tears, cologne. You can smell it in the air as you’re dragged back into the car. 

Your stomach churns and your mouth feels like it’s full of slime. There’s spit filling your mouth and in place of crying, you vomit. 

It’s stomach acid and that sandwich. You cough and then more stomach acid comes up. Hajime rubs your back as you lean over. All stomach acid comes up the next time. 

You hyperventilate, trying to catch your breath. Spit drips off of your lips. You start to shake and you’re finally able to make a noise for the first time in minutes. 

You let out a caterwaul. It rips itself through your vocal cords and punches out all the air in your body. 

“It’s okay. You’re okay.” Hajime helps you into the passenger seat as you howl. It’s agony.

When he takes his seat you try to speak, but all you can do is let out tortured noises. 

Your hands reach out to grab him and you bawl into his chest. When his hands come up in an effort to comfort you, something snaps.

You’re swinging without thought, and you don’t stop. You hit everything, but you know you mean to hit him. You punch and slap him over and over. Even the steering wheel is a victim of your fury.

For a moment, Hajime is letting you have this. Then there’s a switch where he’s on top of you with his hands around your neck and your heeled feet flailing to kick him.

It’s cramped, and every sound feels as loud as Haruchiyo’s gun.

“Stop.” He speaks gently as he strangles you.

You manage a sound resembling “why?” but you don’t know what you’re asking it for.

What?

His hair drapes like a beautiful curtain around you. You’re running out of air and your fingers are gripping at his wrists. Your dress is up your back. You can’t calm down.

“I said stop.”

You quit flailing. He lets you go. You hack and sit up as he returns to the driver’s seat.

You sob the entire way home.

✮✮✮

“There’s vomit on your dress.” He speaks softly as he unzips you and drops the new dress to the floor.

He slides your gloves off and takes a chance to feel at each of your hands. Next, your bra. He gropes your breasts with fervor. He hasn’t been this rough before a bath, ever.

You can only let it happen. You can see yourself from above as it happens. Your hair is messed up and you’re slouched over like a broken animatronic. You don’t move.

From above, you see him drop to his knees and kiss your stomach. You hear his voice like it’s being played on a shitty speaker.

“I couldn’t think of another way of showing you how well I protect you.”

You see yourself nod.

“You’ve been difficult lately, and I wanted to- I don’t know.” His hands grip at your hips. He puts his forehead against your stomach. “There’s people like that man that would’ve killed you.” He says, muffled.

He looks back up at you with teary eyes. “I’m just trying to keep you safe and I want to take care of you, but—” He searches for the words. “I don’t know how to show you that you’re better here with me.”

Your body nods.

“Please forgive me. I’m sorry.”

He hugs your waist with his face to your stomach.

You stand frozen as you return to your body. 

[dominimoonbeam]

To The Edge - 24

This work is mine and I do not give consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted without my permission. I am sharing chapters as I work on this story but it is copyrighted material that I plan to rework and publish when completed.

story tags: scifi romance, hijinks in space, rogues learning to trust, violence, blood, guns, death, explicit language, so much kidnapping,

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TO THE EDGE - CHAPTER 24.

Stardust hauled Cosmic onto the ship and got them off that rock and hurtling back through space. They tried not to repeat the things he’d said while he was bleeding out. He was trying to push them away. He was scared. Really, if anything, it was flattering.

On the bed in the little medical room, his vitals stayed constant in the corner of their vision. They had to wrestle his jacket off of him, getting paint everywhere when they flung it to the side. They unstrapped his guns and dropped them in a pile, finally resorting to the scissors when it came to his shirt. It was stained, torn, and sweat-stuck to his skin.

The patch had dissolved into his skin, just barely stretching around his side to cover both wounds.

Using their teeth, they tore open a package of sterile wipes and did their best to clean him up, until the smell of antiseptic finally covered the scents of paint and blood.

A call registered on their optic implant, surprising them until they remembered linking up to the ship.

Tansy.

The last message they’d had from Tansy had been weeks ago, advising them to surrender.

Still catching their breath, Stardust stared at Cosmic on the bed. He could have died today, and for what? For them?

They swallowed hard, looking at his steady, sleeping vitals once more before answering the call.

“You don’t usually answer,” Tansy said.

Stardust exhaled slowly, hating how relieved they felt at that familiar voice—not that that familiarity meant safety. “You haven’t called in a while.”

“He’s going to catch you,” she said, and they both knew who he was. Genesis.

“He might not,” they said and regretted it. It sounded childish.

Tansy was quiet, as if waiting for them to admit the lie they’d just spit. “I can protect you from him.”

“Can you?” they were definitely being childish now.

“Turn back to the edge. I have ships out that can meet you and bring you in safely. You can come back to the prime—back to your life.”

“And?” Stardust prompted, waiting…watching Cosmic on that bed with a gunshot in his side.

“And I’ll find whatever your parents hid and use that to keep Genesis out of our way.”

“Mmhm.” Stardust didn’t doubt Tansy’s word but they knew once she had the leverage she was after, she’d have new things to focus on—much more important things than protecting Stardust. “Genesis is a scary piece of shit,” they acknowledged the truth they all knew well. “But at least he had the nerve to come out past the edge for his prize.”

“Did he? You’re giving him too much credit, cousin.”

There was no point in trying to make a deal with Tansy. Even if she had sent ships out in pursuit, she was clearly too far behind in this race to help. “You should hope I get it before he does.”

Tansy sighed. “Oh, kid, even if you do… He’ll get it from you. You know that. You know there’s nowhere to run out there. You went too far.”

Stardust wondered if they meant that literally or metaphorically. Maybe both. They were beyond help in all ways now. “I’m going to destroy it. Whatever it is, Tan. I’m destroying it.”

The quiet stretched long enough for Stardust to wonder what they were thinking.

“It won’t save you. You know that, right? None of us would believe it and he’ll kill you for taking that away from him.”

“He doesn’t even know what it is. None of us do.”

“It’s leverage against the throne. It might as well be a fucking wish. Whatever it is, is bad enough that Galileo herself let your family walk for over a century! At the very least, have you considered what would happen when she realizes it’s gone?”

Of course, Stardust had. They were banking on Galileo not caring anymore. It had been a long time and they were family still. They might not be safe from the rest of the Solinohs after this, but Stardust didn’t think Galileo would come for them. If anything, she’d probably rather it was destroyed than in play.

What was it?

What was the treasure that had stayed her hand? What could be so terrible that Galileo, a woman who had blown up more than half her family to take her title, who had clawed her way not just to the top of the worst but the top of the fucking Solar Court Prime, had stayed her hands in surrender and allowed that wayward branch of her family to go untouched?

“Will you at least look at it?” Tansy asked and Stardust realized for the first time that more than anything, her cousin was curious.

“No,” Stardust said, holding their breath the moment the lie was pushed out. They didn’t want to look. They knew it was better not to know. But how could they not?

Tansy was grinning when she said, “Okay. Good luck then, cousin.”

The call disconnected.

Stardust severed their connection to the ship and that amplified signal for their implant. It wasn’t that Genesis would be able to track them, or that they were even all that worried about Cosmic realizing they’d hacked his system again…they’d just come to prefer the quiet.

“St-Stardust?”

They jumped, realizing that his vitals had changed and he was blinking, one hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose between his eyes. “Are you okay?” he coughed, trying to sit up.

“Yeah. I’m not the one with a hole in my side.” They laughed. If he wanted them to believe he didn’t care about them, he was going to have to do better than asking about their wellbeing when he was shot and barely conscious.

He groaned, swinging his legs off the side of the bed and squinting up at them. “How did you get me back on the ship?”

Stardust stepped closer, thighs bumping his knees. “I carried you.”

He snorted, not buying it, and then he frowned. “Wait…How did we take off? I thought I locked you out of the controls.”

They stared back at him, not having thought that through. “I…got back in?”

“Since when?”

They pressed their lips.

Rory rolled his eyes. “You sneaky shit…” He touched his side, wincing when he bent to get a look at himself. “Did you…patch me up? That’s not bad work.”

“I told you those synthetic skin patches were worth the credit. Much better than just gluing everything back together… You can thank me by—”

“No, I’m not thanking you,” he interrupted, shooting them a glare that didn’t have as much punch behind it as they were probably hoping. “I’m just saying it’s not a bad patch job. Did they teach you how to close a bullet wound at the same school where you learned to hack ship controls?”

Stardust blinked. “Yes? Where else would we learn basics?”

He stared back. “…I can’t tell if you’re joking.”

They grinned.

He turned his head to hide a smile. “Whatever.” They had to step back when he stood up, wincing and hovering a hand over that wounded side. “I’m still covered in paint… I’m gonna go clean up.”

“Are you filing a complaint about my nursing? Are you saying I should have sponged you clean while you were out?”

He huffed a laugh. “No, I’m not saying you should have given me a sponge bath. I’m just saying I’m going…” And he did, the door sliding open with a whoosh.

Stardust followed him out into the hall. “Are you really still mad at me?”

He groaned and this time it had less to do with physical pain. “Yes, I’m still mad at you.”

They trailed him toward his room. “Because of the human shield thing?”

“Yes, because of that! I can’t believe you put yourself between me and a gun. You could have died. Nothing is worth…” He stopped, shoulders tight and turned to look back at them. “I don’t think this partnership is working.”

They grinned. “So you’re admitted that we are partners.”

“I said it’s not working, Stardust.”

Their smile dropped. He didn’t mean it. They didn’t believe him. But this was one of those moments where they’d have to make a decision. He was right that they weren’t good for each other, but he was wrong to be worried for their sake. He should be worried for his own. They were the one that wasn’t good enough for him—the one that might get him killed—but leaving now wouldn’t save him and, maybe more important than that, they didn’t want to go without him. They were selfish. They were a Solinoh.

So, they could step back now and let him create that space between them, let him use the logic they were both staring down like a gun to end this as best as it could be ended. They could pretend to hate each other for the rest of the trip and probably die pretending, or…

Or…

[anexperimentallife]

I don't know if I've expressed how amazingly generous my oral surgeon is.

He is DONATING his labor and some materials to give me four implants (needed to hold dentures in because of bone loss in my jaw) and any bone grafts necessary to hold the implants in, and giving me the dentures FOR FREE. After trying for almost a year to make a set of dentures that will actually work in my mess of a mouth, he's like, "Fuck it; we ball!"

(You cannot tell to look at me, but some horrible dental work a long time ago left the insides of my upper and lower jaw a total mess, and although the lower partial plate stays in just fine, when I finally had to have my remaining six upper teeth removed, there was nothing to hold my upper partial plate in place anymore. So since last February, I have not had ANY upper teeth except for the occasional trial runs with the full plates that won't actually stay in. If I GLUED them in place, they worked cosmetically, but I couldn't actually eat without them coming out, no matter how much glue and care I used.)

He's also going to have me admitted to the hospital to do the work, which will, yes, mean we're on the hook for a couple thousand USD to the hospital (for the OR, anesthesiologist, etc.), but it means we can pay that stuff with a credit card--not ideal, since we're still in so much debt from the Baby El paperwork snafu, but doable if we tighten our belts a little. I mean, all this stuff would normally cost around half a million pesos (about $8.5K USD MINIMUM, even at SE Asia prices)!

This ALSO means we might be able to afford to get my (badly needed) throat surgery in 2026! And if we can get these two things taken care of, my other surgeries can wait! (I just hope the other stuff doesn't deteriorate too much more in the meantime.)

Man, to think of how well we were doing before the Series of Catastrophes compared to now. Cancellation of a contract (I do encourage you to play Your Stories Interactive and Romance Club games, and will always appreciate the huge licensing fee they paid before cancelling my contract), then COVID, then the snafu with our daughter's birth certificate that wiped out our savings AND took donations to fix, and a series of medical crises--Most folks, even if they're doing well--are really at MOST a couple of bad months from destitution.

Again, we're fine for day-to-day stuff like rent, food, the occasional treat, Christmas gifts for Baby El, etc. It's just the stuff that takes several hundred or several thousand USD up front (plus paying off all the previous debt) that messes us up. (And although it's slowly changing, you cannot use a credit card for most medical/dental stuff here unless you're admitted as an inpatient.)

[lostinsnow]

Omegaverse AU, pls?

I wanted to do something a little different if I ever wrote an omegaverse fic, so in this one Obi-Wan's an alpha and Anakin originally presented as an alpha but transitioned to an omega after his knighting with the use of a hormone implant. Four years later, with the war over in favor of the Republic, Obi-Wan must come to terms with his problematic attraction to his former Padawan.

In this part, Obi-Wan's about to go into rut and Anakin has snuck in to see him, explicit warning lol

"Will you ever get your heat?"

"No," Anakin answered, eyes falling toward the ground where he knelt beside the cot. A pulse of acrid, burning sadness pierced both the Force and Anakin's scent with such sudden intensity that Obi-Wan jolted in place, agitated and driven by desperate instinct to soothe his omega. No, not his. Never his. In spite of this bitter reminder, Obi-Wan still allowed his hand to grasp onto the crook of Anakin's shoulder, massaging the muscle so near his mating gland. He wouldn't be behaving like this if not for the rut, he tried to reassure himself.

"But there are a few days a month where I feel... different," continued Anakin beneath his breath, picking at the fraying hem of his sleeve.

"How so?" Obi-Wan asked, more curious than anything. Beyond any personal stake, the varied effects of Anakin's transformation fascinated him on a scientific level more than anything.

Anakin chewed at his lip, a bad habit Obi-Wan had long given up on trying to quell. "I sleep more, and I'm hungry all the time. My senses are heightened too, it's really annoying. And I get... turned on," he squeaked, "but it's different than being in rut. There's other stuff too."

"Like what?" If Anakin truly didn't want to answer, he knew Obi-Wan would pry no further.

"I," Anakin hesitated, eyes flickering up to meet Obi-Wan's before falling again to the floor. "I get a lot more... wet than usual. It's the worst, you wouldn't believe it, Master." He laughed breathily, cheeks burning red. "I can't even look at you those few days."

"Me?" Obi-Wan asked, voice strangled. When had Anakin grown so cruel as to tell him these things? Just on the edge of rut and he had to live with the perfect idea of his best friend, wet with pseudo heat.

"Every time you're around I leak so much it makes my thighs stick together, thinking about falling to my knees for you, Master. Letting you scruff me and sink your teeth into my throat." Anakin's voice wavered, weak and tremulous. "Last month, when it happened, we were in a Council meeting and I couldn't stop thinking about you ordering me between your legs so you could pop your knot in my mouth."

Obi-Wan threw his head to the side on the cot, eyes wrenching shut to avoid another look at his Padawan. He pulled the thick blankets over his lap, praying his erection wasn't terribly obvious. How could anyone blame him if it was? Never again would he touch himself without accompanied by the thought of sweet, impetuous Anakin horny and rubbing his wet thighs together, dripping with need for his old Master's cock down his throat, knot pushed against his pouting lips.

Obi-Wan felt like a man possessed, dragged behind his own desire like an ailing dog. "You have to leave, Anakin," he struggled to say through gritted teeth. "You can't tell me these things without expecting a reaction."

"Sorry, Master. You just smell so nice, I want to help you."

[twoturtlesinabathtub]

Writing more DbD Weskennedy for Weskennedy Week 2024!

Sneak peek at Part 1, the prompts for which are Predator/Prey and Hurt/Comfort. It feels so good to be back lol

Don't do the finger wag, Leon thought. He'd punch Wesker in his stupid, handsome face if he did that smug little finger wag.

"There's no point in hiding, Kennedy." The locker doors banged open, and Leon was met with the sight of a tall man in black who was holding a wicked looking blade as long as the rookie's forearm.

Well, Leon had made a personal resolution. He hauled back and aimed a right hook at Wesker's head; the Killer's inhuman reflexes kicked in and he caught it instantly, giving Leon an unimpressed look. Regardless, his hand around the Survivor's fist loosened and came to grasp his wrist, a gloved thumb brushing over the pulse point. Leon yanked against the hold, wide-eyed, but his efforts were, predictably, futile as all hell. The Killer watched unblinkingly as the Survivor pulled as far away as he could, plastering himself to the cheap metal back of the locker.

"Leon," Wesker said simply, voice low and even.

"G-get—" The rookie's tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth as he looked to the side, unable to meet the glowing, serpent gaze trained steadily on him. He suppressed a flinch when Wesker's hand pulled his own forward until it was splayed against the Killer's chest, just to the left of his sternum. Leon felt the rhythmic thumping under warm leather and tried not to recoil.

It was...difficult. Fighting his instincts—both his natural human-versus-Tyrant ones and the fear implanted in his brain by an eldritch monster—was no easy task. It helped whenever an inkling of clarity broke through and Wesker touched Leon, gently, with no intent to injure or infect. It was usually the older man who saw through the haze first. Maybe it was because Wesker was more intelligent and detached from his emotions, or because he wasn't the one fighting for his fucking life—Leon didn't analyze it too deeply. For now, he just focused on not flipping out while in the presence of a superhuman who could snap him like a twig.

Leon concentrated on his breathing, the rise and fall of his own chest as he flexed his fingers, making small indents in Wesker's shirt. When he eventually felt like his heart wasn't going to explode, the rookie looked up into eyes that had gone from malicious and threatening to patient and inviting. Leon let out a long, quiet exhale.

Without explicitly saying so, he'd created a signal to indicate the trial induced terror had left him: he'd call Wesker something absurd. The older man absolutely hated it. "Hey, sugar pie," said Leon with a saccharine grin. He laughed when Wesker's expression became downright disgusted and he flashed Leon his you're-lucky-I-am-enamored-with-you glower.

"How are they getting worse every time?" the Killer grumbled under his breath.

"I dunno what you're talking about." Leon snickered again when Wesker's face suggested he'd bitten into a lemon, peel and all.

"Don't you? I suspect half of your free time is spent devoted to coming up with the most nonsensical endearments possible."

"So you admit that they're endearing?"

"To you, perhaps," Wesker huffed. "I do have an actual name, you know."

"Oh, right. In that case..." Leon stepped forward a little in the cramped space, lifting up onto his toes. "Get down here, Albert."

Something atypically delicate flashed in Wesker's eyes and he complied, leaning down to capture Leon's mouth in a soft kiss. The younger man was further calmed when he heard a quiet hiss of steel against leather, indicating Wesker had sheathed his blade.

Eventually, Leon pulled away, and both men pointedly ignored the guttural roar of a generator being finished in the distance. "How are your matches going?" the rookie asked.

"Well, as expected. I am—" Wesker's nostrils flared, and his humorless grin exposed bright, gritted teeth— "cooperating. Fewer headaches that way."

"Yeah?" Leon's hand on Wesker's chest wandered absentmindedly, tracing random patterns against the sleek material. "How long's it been, do you think?" The concept of time in The Entity's realm was iffy at best, especially to Survivors, who couldn't exactly make good guesswork whenever they were dead; Wesker had taken it upon himself to try keeping track of it regardless, counting seconds and minutes and hours in one of his exercises to keep his mind occupied.

Wesker paused and stared into space, his right hand coming to cup the side of Leon's neck. Eventually, he looked back at Leon. "Approximately six days and eleven hours, give or take a handful of seconds."

The rookie sighed. "It felt longer than that to me."

"I agree," Wesker replied. "I think the mansion is starting to miss you."

Cute, thought Leon. His fingers trailed upward to fiddle with the collar of Wesker's shirt. "I've been missing it, too. I just—" he grimaced slightly in irritation— "I'll do well in a match, escape, and then the Killer in the next one is just...better. Totally on their game, and I get my ass beat. I hate it. I just didn't want the mansion seeing me all bruised and battered whenever I went to visit it after a rough trial."

"The mansion wouldn't have minded," Wesker insisted, and Leon's heart twanged at the gentleness in the Killer's voice. "It wants to make you feel safe."

"I appreciate it," said Leon softly. He hooked a finger into Wesker's collar and pulled him down for another soft brush of lips. "And you can tell it I'll likely be there soon, since my current match is against a bastard who I doubt will go easy on me."

Wesker chuckled as the pad of his thumb brushed over Leon's Adam's apple, which bobbed nervously when the rookie realized the grip on his neck had tightened by a fraction. Old habits really did die hard—either that or Wesker was already slipping back into Murder Mode. "Have I ever?" the older man asked.

Leon sighed. "Okay, we both know where this is going. Still clocked in."

The Killer's hand dropped from Leon's neck down to his own side, gloved fingertips brushing against his knife sheath. "The music plays," he affirmed, blinking a few times in rapid succession as his forehead creased.

"Can I make one little request before you go all batshit-bioweapon on me?" Leon asked, grinning when Wesker rolled his eyes. He plowed on before the Killer could respond. "Try not to infect me—it feels godawful, and hunting down those spray cans is a pain in the ass."

Wesker's expression remained impassive, as neutral as he could manage. "You know full well I can't promise that."

Leon did know. Even now, he looked down at Wesker's left arm and saw slick, slimy tendrils of Uroboros starting to ooze from his skin and glove and sleeve. "Well, can't blame me for trying." The corner of Wesker's mouth twitched up. "Besides, you can make it up to me later."

"Really?" Wesker's voice lowered to a silken murmur as he leaned down, meeting Leon's gaze at his own level as scalding eyes burned through black glasses. Funny how the man could be both threatening and seductive at the same time. "And what did you have in mind?"

"You're a smart guy," Leon said lightly. "I'm sure you'll figure it out." He took Wesker by the lapels of his coat and reeled him in for a final kiss, quick and filthy, and felt Wesker relax for half a second. "I've actually got something for you, first," Leon continued, making an approving sound when Wesker's nose skimmed across his cheek. The heat radiating from the older man was almost comforting enough to make Leon forget they were in the middle of a trial.

"Hmm?" Wesker murmured, finally pulling away. Something approaching regret creased his brow, even as the rookie heard the unmistakable noise of a knife being slid from its sheath.

Leon smiled softly. "Yep. Just for you." He leaned in as if he were going for another kiss. Wesker was too distracted to notice the Survivor had retrieved something from his back pocket.

The realization hit Wesker as soon as he heard a click and something metal thunking to the ground, and his eyes widened in shock just as Leon squeezed his own shut, clapping a hand over them for extra protection. Getting hit by the blinding flash in such a small space was like staring directly at the sun; Wesker yelped in surprised pain, throwing an arm over his face and staggering back. Leon shoved right past the Killer before he could recover and vaulted through the window, a shit-eating grin stretched across the rookie's face.

[crystalis]

im really stressed out about my teeth..my face has changed a lot from bone loss around my mouth and i feel self conscious about it and its making me look older

my dentures are extremely loose and ive only been wearing them like once or twice a week but its so expensive to get them adjusted and i dont have health insurance. i have enough money to get them fixed but im so scared of how its going to look. i like that my dentures sorta fill out my mouth and theyre going to be a lot smaller when i get them fixed and its going to look worse

im struggling with avoidance so badly and idk how to escape. like i cant get out of my head but i want to live so badly. i feel like i cant talk to others or communicate and i feel so beneath everyone and ashamed and humiliated and im scared of people and im scared of working and scared of failing. im so scared. i have no motivation to push myself to get a job or get out of the house because i never have before, ive nevr even applied for a job before and im going to be 28 soon and i have like 1 friend and we only talk sometimes. i cant talk to people though bscauss i cant communicate and my confidence is so bad. but i want to be alone and i enjoy it, i feel comfortable and safe alone and i love talking to myself and pacing in my room

idk how to explain the feeling of being suicidal but also extremely not wanting to die.. i want to live so badly, i love human life and the world is so beautiful but i also dont want to live because i cant. i will never kill myself though, at least as long as my mom is alive because it would be exteemely cruel to do that to her (i dont wanna concern anyone reading this). and the thought of killing myself scares me too much too

i just feel like im completely trapped with myself though and buried in a hole. i dont know anything other than digging deeper in the hole and i feel so hopeless

i dont wanna blame my parents for stuff bscuase im responsible for throwing my life away but i wish my parents just pushed me more. i have no motivation to get a job because theres no pressure on me to and im scared of working because im scared of people and i hated school so much. i hated waking up at 6 am every morni g and going to school and thinking about it is making me sweat and im scared of doing this again. ive been in my bedroom essentially on summer break for 10 years and ruined my brain so bad its unsalvagable but this is all i know, there is no sense of urgency or no sense of like..real desire for change because im too comfortable like this

i wish dental implants didnt cost 20,000 dollars and i couldvr gotten dental implants 8 years ago. i wish i got a job 10 years ago. i wish i would just get a job. just do it just get a fucking job just figure out places that are hiring and then get a job. just get a job. all i have to do is just get a job. just do the thing that ive been so scared of and hiding from ssince graduating high school. just get a job and i'll be human like everyone else, all j have to do is just get a job. if i just get a job then i can get dental implants and save my face assuming i havent already waited too long and im still eligible for dental implants idk..why did i do this to myself. why do i continue doing this to myself. but im not actually doing anything though, and it dossnt feel fair. im not doing anything, im not actively hurting myself, why am i hurting myself like this without actually hurting myself? its not fair that i lost my teeth bsxause i was an irresponsible teenagsr and young adult and its not fair that your jawbones slowly deteriate if you dont have teeth and your face becomes really ugly as a consequence. i feel so trapped and sad..but i want to live, i wanna be normal and smile and laugh and touch other people and be touched and be able to talk and communicate and make memories.

i think i just really really need to build confidence somehow but i dont know how. i feel like my biggest problem that could be something to prioritize that could help most of my other problems is just working on my confidence becuase ultimately its like the extremely debilitating lack of confidence and my insecurities that makes me unable to communicate and makes me self-isolate and hide from the world. if i was just more confident i think i could talk to people more and express myself better and i could have more courage to push myself to be more independent from my parents

i know that when i finally just simply get a job i'll be amazed at how easy it was all along. and ill be extremely angry at myself for having thrown away my youth and ruining my face for the rest of my life for no reason. because i had social anxiety. its kinda stupid and hilarious

[slayerdurge]

Secure Your Soul: A Cyberpunk 2077 Fanfiction

This fic was previously published under the title “Before the Event Horizon.”

Summary: Six months ago, V’s boss at Arasaka ordered her to assassinate his rival. Instead, with the reluctant but invaluable help of her old friend Jackie Welles, she pushed them both off their thrones and claimed one for herself. Now the new Director of Arasaka Counter Intel has a problem. She’s uncovered information that indicates that Yorinobu Arasaka, the heir apparent to the Arasaka dynasty, is a traitor. But without solid proof, she’s forced to take matters into her own hands.

An AU in which Corpo!V never leaves Arasaka.

CHAPTER SIX: LIKE A MILITARY COUP

[read on ao3]

PRESENT DAY

“Get up, you backstabbing bitch.”

V’s mind crossed the threshold into consciousness, and she jolted awake. Her neck ached from sleeping at a desk, but it was a familiar ache. She’d pulled all-nighters at a desk her whole life, staring at a pile of paperwork or a computer monitor until the lead she needed jumped out at her. She looked up at Abernathy. “Morning, m’am. Do you have more questions for me?”

Abernathy slammed her head into the desk. 

“Fuck,” V muttered. She had cranial armor implants, but they’d been taking a serious beating lately. Abernathy must have gotten the same holiday bonus that she had. No one without gorilla arms could exert that much force so effortlessly. “That's the second time in 24 hours someone’s done that to me.”

“It won't be the last,” Abernathy promised. She lifted V’s head and slammed it back down again. Then she lifted it once more, but this time she held it so that V’s eyes were looking into her own. “What did you say to him to get him to squeal?”

“I've been locked in here for hours,” V said through clenched teeth. Despite the armor implants, her head was pounding viciously. “I haven't had any communication with anyone since you were last here. You can check your surveillance footage if you don't believe me.”

“Then you planned it together.”

“Jenkins and I? What would be the point of that? Just to fuck with you?” V’s words were muffled by Abernathy’s hold on her face. “I came to you because I was trying to switch sides. I wanted to work for someone more level-headed. Although this display is making me doubt whether I was right about you.” 

“How dare you?” Abernathy spat, but V was pleased to hear a slight catch in her voice. She’d guessed that line would work on Abernathy primarily because it would have worked on her.

“Look,” V began, wincing as Abernathy squeezed her head. “You can waste your time here, tormenting someone who isn’t even in on Jenkins’ plans, or you can go after your actual enemy. One option is far more productive than the other.” 

Abernathy paused, her grip never lessening, for a few seconds that felt much longer to V. Her vision was just starting to swim when Abernathy abruptly released her head. Inertia slammed it back into the desk one final time. When V looked up again, Abernathy was gone. 

She crossed her arms on the desk and rested her head on them, struggling for air at first, then progressively slowing and deepening her breaths. It was a technique she’d learned from her life coach at Quantified Satori. It helped, but only to a degree. The pounding in her head had not subsided, and V wasn’t sure how long it would be before she’d have the strength to lift her head again. She supposed there’d be no point to now, anyway. Whatever happened next was outside her control. And, despite their differences, she trusted Jackie. He’d know what he had to do. 

Continuing to breathe deeply, she began a new neuromotor relaxation exercise—one targeted at releasing tension in various muscle groups, one at a time, in a particular pattern. It seemed like a good choice because it occupied her mind as well as her body. With this welcome distraction to guide her, V gradually found her way back into unconsciousness.

—

When she woke up again, a different coworker was standing over her.

“Nostra,” she said groggily, “Abernathy sent you?”

“No, V,” Nostra replied. “Abernathy’s offed herself.”

That snapped her awake. Ever since Jenkins had first given her the order to go after Abernathy, V had been anticipating every potential resolution to the situation that she could come up with. She thought she’d become especially effective at predicting Abernathy’s reactions, largely because she so often reacted the same way that V herself would have. But she hadn’t seen this coming.

“You look so shocked,” Nostra commented. There was a slight twitch at the right corner of his mouth. “Weren’t expecting it, huh?”

“Were you?” 

Nostra sighed quietly. “In a manner of speaking. She wasn’t depressed, if that’s what you’re assuming. Wasn’t a quitter either. Hell, I’ve seen the woman dodge shit thrown at her from every angle and still walk away clean. She wasn’t weak, V.”

He paused, looking directly at her. Gauging her reaction, V knew. She didn’t try to hide her confusion. A poker face was a decent enough tactic for certain types of lies, but generally the superior strategy was to react the way you would have reacted if you were innocent. 

“Then why-” she began.

“Why did she kill herself?” Nostara finished her sentence for her. “Because she didn’t have any interest in life after Arasaka.” 

A sudden sense of understanding dawned in V’s mind. Nostra nodded at her. “Now you get it,” he said. “Anyway, that’s the internal factors. As for the external factors, your man Jenkins got too trigger-happy. He was blackmailing her, as you know. Hadn’t released anything, was just making demands at first… then, suddenly, he uploads it all, every bit of dirt he’s got on her, to Arasaka’s intranet.” 

Well done, Jackie, V thought instinctively. She forced that thought into the back of her mind. Her face showed nothing but doubt. “But why?” she demanded. “And how do you know it was him?”

“Fair question. He deleted any metadata or other digital trails that could lead to him. He tried to, anyway. It was a tech specialist from your department who caught him, actually. Carter Smith. I believe you know him.”

“I do,” V replied cautiously. She was unsure how Smith factored into the situation and that made her nervous. He knew about her deal with Jackie, but he didn’t know exactly what was on the datashard she’d left him, and he certainly didn’t know about the dirt she’d added to it over the past six years. But it was hardly an impossible intuitive leap. If he'd connected the dots… “We’ve worked together in the past.”

“Apparently, he’d been keeping an eye on Jenkins since he overheard him telling you to ‘make sure Abernathy won’t be a problem anymore.’”

“Jenkins did tell me that. And as you know, I didn’t listen.” 

“Didn’t you?” Nostra asked. “Abernathy won’t be a problem for Jenkins anymore, will she?” Before V could say anything in her defense, Nostra added, “Of course, Jenkins will hardly be able to benefit from that, seeing as he’s dead.”

“Jenkins is dead?” V was intrigued to find that she was actually a little sad about that. She’d barely known Abernathy, but Jenkins had been a constant presence in her life for several years. She wouldn’t have called him a friend, but then she spent more time with her coworkers than she did with her friends.

“Yes. Apparently, Smith didn’t like the sound of Jenkins’ plan either. Went directly to Abernathy and reported everything he’d heard. Then offered to keep an eye out for her regarding any further developments. Interestingly enough, he said he didn’t think you’d go through with it. He seems to like you.”

V looked down at the table, smiling slightly. Well, well. You never did know which allies could turn out to be valuable in the long run. “That’s kind of him,” she mused, momentarily lost in the private joke. “But you still haven’t told me how Jenkins ended up dead.”

“Smith kept his word. He was monitoring Jenkins’ online presence. After the blackmail data leaked, he was able to trace a pattern of suspicious activity that indicated that Jenkins was the source. Abernathy had just gotten back from your last interrogation. He showed her what he’d found. She decided if she was going down anyway, Jenkins was coming with her.”

“So she killed him?”

“Yes. Personally, in fact. A first for her.”

V didn’t miss the implication. Abernathy had killed coworkers before, but never by her own hand. V knew that, of course. It made up the bulk of the info that “Jenkins” had revealed. Still, it was interesting that Nostra was comfortable speaking about it so openly. She wondered how much of that reveal had not actually been a surprise to him.   

“What about his security team?” she asked.

“He had one, of course. But they primarily look out for threats in disguise, assassination attempts. Not a known coworker who simply walks directly into his office with a weapon. That’s the danger of an enemy with nothing left to lose.”

V stayed silent for a moment, allowing her mind to mull over this new information. It was hard to be certain how much of this story Nostra actually believed, but she suspected it wasn’t all of it. “So what happens now?” she asked finally.

“Now Arasaka has two high-ranking positions to fill on rather short notice. I’m acting Director of Spec Ops, naturally. The acting Director of Counter Intel, by the typical order of succession, should be you.”

V looked up at Nostra. A deep and familiar hunger roared to life in the center of her chest.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” Nostra warned her. “It’s temporary. A full investigation of the incident is pending, then Arasaka will decide if you can keep the position. But, yes. It’s you. For now.”

V released a deep breath. She inhaled another one, held it for four counts, then released that one too. “Okay,” she said. “Then I’m free to go?”

In answer, Nostra walked over to the door and opened it. 

—

V sat behind the desk in her new office. For the last eleven hours, she'd been suppressing her sense of awe in order to allow herself to focus on the seemingly endless stream of meetings and holoconferences she'd been hosting. There had been much to do. The Frankfurt incident had still needed resolving. As soon as she'd gotten to the office, she'd put her extensive collection of international contacts to work, trading favors and information in exchange for influence over the appointments of the new heads of the European Space Council. 

By now, she felt secure that she'd managed to position a majority of figureheads who would either be loyal to or manipulatable by Arasaka. It had been easier than she'd expected. The job wasn't desirable lately, and she could offer a level of protection and security that had skyrocketed in value. She mentally thanked Jenkins for that. 

Jenkins… 

Now that she had a second to breathe, it hit her again. She was sitting in Jenkins' chair. Behind Jenkins’ desk. In Jenkins' office.

In the last few years, she’d spent more time in the Tower than she had in her own apartment, and as she'd risen through the ranks in Counter Intel, she'd spent more and more time in this office in particular. It was such a familiar place. 

Still, she gazed around, sponging in the sights as if she'd never seen them before. Memorizing every detail. The giant Arasaka logo on the floor. The couch in one corner with the liquor cabinet beside it, the full length dining table in the other. The plants displayed behind the glass built into the walls. And finally, the windows and the view outside. Her gaze lingered there the longest, her chair angled to face the window.

Someone knocked softly on her door. 

“Come in,” she called out. She swiveled her chair back towards the door. 

Carter Smith was poking his head through the crack. “Hey, V,” he said nervously. “Are you still busy? I didn't want to interrupt.”

“It's fine. You can come in.” 

He walked across the room and sat in the same seat she'd occupied yesterday. Had it been yesterday? It felt like a lifetime ago. She cleared some papers off her desk and closed her laptop. “What do you need, Carter?”

“I wanted to see how you're doing.”

“Well, we've made good progress in mitigating potential future issues with the Space Council. Our lunar base licenses—”

“No, V. I meant I wanted to see how you’re doing. Personally.”

V paused. “Oh.”

Carter’s cheeks turned a telling shade of pink. “I just… I know Abernathy had you locked up, and… after learning what she’s capable of, I wasn't sure…”

“I’m fine,” V reassured him quickly. “She didn't do anything to me that I can't recover from.” 

“Okay.” Carter looked relieved. “Good. I couldn't stand it if anyone else got hurt.” V had the sense that he wanted to say something more. He rubbed the back of his neck, then sighed. “Can you believe what happened? Abernathy… I wanted to protect her… I never thought…”

It was rather sad. Abernathy would've wiped him out without a thought if she'd deemed it necessary, and yet here he was, lamenting his part in her demise. Some people just refused to look out for their own best interests. “There’s no point in blaming yourself,” she said. “Abernathy made her own decision.”

“I know. I know that. But V… you didn't see it…” His eyes scanned the room warily, and V wondered if he was considering revealing some sort of secret information. 

“Didn't see what?” she pressed.

“This office. Afterwards.” For a moment, his eyes glazed over and V knew his mind was reliving the memory.

“Carter?” she said, trying to anchor him to the present. “It's all right. Just breathe.”

He took a deep breath. He shivered, but seemed to come back to himself. “Anyway,” he said, looking abashed again. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I'm gonna go now. I've wasted enough of your time. Just needed someone to talk to, I guess.”

“That's fine,” V said cautiously. She didn't want to alienate Carter. He'd proven valuable lately. But she didn't have time to become his regular shoulder to cry on. “Maybe try focusing on your work?” she suggested. “I know you like working with tech.”

“Yeah,” Carter said. He smiled, but it was obviously forced. “Thanks, V. I'll try that.” He left the office.

Well, either he didn't suspect V’s involvement in Jenkins and Abernathy's downfall, or he was the absolute damn best liar she'd ever met. She almost hoped it was the latter. That would make him much more interesting. 

She rotated her chair back towards the window. The sun was setting, and the city was coming to life. It lived up to its name, she thought. Its neon colors looked more beautiful against a backdrop of black. And the sky in City Center was always a deep, pure black at night. Night City—the city so bright, it blotted out the stars.  

The clock on her optics started flashing, an indication that it was time for her to go home. She dismissed the alarm, but made no moves to leave. As acting Director of Arasaka Counter Intel, it was her right to sleep in her office if she deemed it necessary. She pulled a cigarette out of a desk drawer and lit it. It was Jenkins’, but he wouldn't be needing it anymore. She reclined her chair, took a deep drag from the cigarette, and exhaled slowly. 

Night City, she decided, looked its absolute best from out the windows of Arasaka Tower. 

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its 7:00 am and i woke up to ur posts. Fuck that dentist

I hope I didn't put anybody out too much. Sometimes I forget how sparingly I post gore and stuff and I'm sure people follow me not even knowing that the stuff might show up sometimes. I guess I feel like it helps diminish the intense reality of it if I post a bunch of exaggerated stuff about it.

I don't have any hostility toward the dentist. The only gif caption that's kind of true of my feelings about my experience with my dentist is the one on the Terminator-esque robot from WAX MASK that says "this is how I'll look if my dentist has anything to do with it" because with all the work I need, sometimes it feels like they just want to pluck out all my teeth and put in dental implants. But the truth is that I've been a heavy soda drinker my whole life, and there was a fairly long period when I NEVER brushed my teeth. And then I finally got in the habit, but even then I wasn't going to regular dental visits, because my parents used to take care of it when I was little, and once I was off their insurance and working, I just didn't understand the importance of getting regular cleanings. If you're not having pain, it's easy to just ignore it and go about your life. And who really wants to go to the dentist?? So once I finally went in a few years ago, my teeth were pretty wrecked. But a lot of the damage has since been mitigated and thankfully, my insurance is covering everything they have planned so far. I remember hearing someone ask what are the chances your teeth will rot without dentist's cleanings, and the answer was 100%, no matter how diligent you are.

As for the dentist himself, I'm kind of on the fence about what to do. I'm pretty convinced that he's good at his job. I had a lot of work done by him in the fairly recent past (4 root canal/post/crowns) and it all went down very smoothly and as routinely as it seems possible, and it has all held up. I've asked a lot of questions and he's really patient and seems forthright about everything. Other than scheduling my initial appointment, the dental office has done everything I've asked of them. They emailed my xrays, made sure I had plenty of meds, and put the temp filling in that I asked for even though they didn't think it was going to hold (it didn't, but if they hadn't put it in, I probably would have been in pain for longer).

But just on the off chance that this is the type of place that finds/creates problems so they can make more money, I did look into what other dentists are available on my insurance, and the results weren't very heartening. There was one option that looked better than the others. Regardless of what happens during my next couple of visits to the current dentist, I can take my xrays and get a second opinion and explain the course of action that my current dentist took and see what they say. But also, I feel like the fact that they sent me the xrays at all sort of tells the story.

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Ultimate Guide to Teeth Covers You Can Eat With: Materials, Fit & Eating Tips

In today’s fast-moving world, a confident smile can go a long way. Whether you're navigating job interviews, social events, or just snapping a selfie, your smile says a lot about you. But not everyone is born with perfect teeth—and for many, permanent cosmetic dentistry isn’t financially feasible or appealing. That's where teeth covers you can eat with come in.

Also known as removable veneers for missing teeth or custom made snap on veneers USA, these cosmetic dental solutions are taking the internet by storm. But with so many choices available, how do you know which ones are safe, functional, and worth your investment?

This comprehensive guide covers everything you need to know about the materials, fit, functionality, and food compatibility of teeth covers you can eat with—so you can make an informed, confident choice.

What Are Teeth Covers You Can Eat With?

Teeth covers, also called snap-on veneers or clip-in veneers, are removable dental appliances designed to fit snugly over your existing teeth. Unlike traditional veneers—which are bonded permanently to your teeth after extensive preparation—these are non-invasive, cost-effective, and pain-free.

But here’s the game-changer: Some snap-on veneers are strong enough to eat with.

That means you don’t have to take them out every time you sit down for a meal. This feature makes them incredibly convenient for people who wear them at work, during dates, or while traveling.

Why Eating Compatibility Matters

If you’ve ever worn traditional clip-on teeth, you know the awkward dance that happens at dinner. You either eat around them cautiously or sneak off to remove them before a meal.

That’s not exactly ideal—especially if you’re at a restaurant, on a first date, or speaking at a business lunch.

Teeth covers you can eat with remove that barrier. They stay in place, maintain your smile’s appearance, and handle most soft-to-moderate foods with ease.

Who Needs These Veneers?

There are several groups of people who benefit from removable veneers that can withstand meals:

People with missing teeth who want a full smile without implants

Adults with discolored or damaged enamel

Professionals and speakers who need to look polished throughout the day

Event-goers or wedding participants

Anyone who wants to avoid invasive dental procedures

And because they’re removable, they’re perfect for both occasional and daily wear.

Common Concerns and Myths

Let’s address a few myths and misconceptions.

Myth #1: All removable veneers are just for looks.

Reality: While early versions were mainly cosmetic, today’s custom made snap on veneers USA are built with high-density, food-safe resins that are durable enough for light chewing and daily use.

Myth #2: You’ll choke or they’ll fall out while eating.

Reality: Not if they’re custom-fitted. Properly made snap-on veneers stay securely in place. The key is getting your dental impressions right and working with a reputable provider.

Myth #3: They damage your natural teeth.

Reality: Removable veneers don’t require any grinding, bonding, or drilling. They simply fit over your existing teeth and come off just as easily—leaving your natural teeth untouched.

Materials: What Your Veneers Are Made Of Matters

The difference between cheap, uncomfortable veneers and high-quality, eat-with veneers lies in the materials used.

Low-End Materials (Avoid These)

Thin, brittle plastic

Generic sizing

Prone to discoloration

Break easily when biting into food

High-End Materials (What to Look For)

Dental-grade resin: Durable, flexible, and food-safe

Medical-grade polymers: Designed for oral environments

FDA-compliant materials: Safe for prolonged use

Premium custom made snap on veneers USA are crafted using the same technology as professional dental prosthetics, ensuring safety, fit, and longevity.

Fit: Why Custom Is Always Better

Let’s be clear: one-size-fits-all is a myth when it comes to teeth. Everyone’s mouth is different. For your veneers to feel comfortable—and stay in place while eating—they must be custom-made using your own dental impressions.

How It Works:

You order online and receive an impression kit.

You take upper and/or lower molds of your teeth at home.

You mail them back to the lab.

Technicians use your impressions to create perfectly fitted veneers.

The better your impressions, the better the fit. And the better the fit, the easier it is to speak, eat, and smile with confidence.

Eating Tips: What Foods Are Veneer-Friendly?

While teeth covers you can eat with are durable, they’re not indestructible. Understanding what you can and can’t eat with them can prolong their life and ensure your comfort.

Safe Foods

Pasta, rice, and soft-cooked vegetables

Ground meats and poultry

Eggs and tofu

Soft cheeses and bread

Fruit slices (bananas, berries, peaches)

Soft desserts (cakes, pastries, mousse)

Caution Foods

Thin-crust pizza (cut into pieces)

Burgers (bite carefully)

Chicken breast (cut, not torn)

Warm—not boiling—soups

Avoid These

Hard nuts and seeds

Ice cubes

Crunchy raw vegetables (like carrots or apples)

Hard candies or toffees

Gum or anything sticky

Always start with soft foods and ease into harder textures only after you’re familiar with your veneers’ limits.

Cleaning and Maintenance

Just like real teeth, your veneers need regular cleaning to stay fresh and hygienic.

Daily Care Routine:

Rinse them after meals

Use a soft-bristle brush with mild, non-abrasive soap

Avoid toothpaste (can be too abrasive)

Dry thoroughly before storing

Keep in a vented case when not in use

For deep cleaning, use a denture-safe solution once a week.

Comparing Providers: What to Watch For

With dozens of brands on the market, it can be hard to choose. Here’s how to tell the serious providers from the rest.

Stick with companies that offer clarity, support, and proven quality.

Are They Worth It?

If you're looking for a non-permanent way to restore confidence, improve your smile, and enjoy meals with ease, teeth covers you can eat with are absolutely worth it.

For those with missing teeth, cosmetic damage, or dental anxiety, removable veneers offer a non-surgical, budget-friendly alternative that’s functional, attractive, and hassle-free.

Frequently Asked Questions

Q: Can I sleep in my snap-on veneers? A: No. They should be removed before sleeping to reduce pressure on your gums and preserve the material.

Q: How long do they last? A: With proper care, 1–2 years of regular use—or longer for occasional wear.

Q: Can I eat steak or hard foods? A: It’s best to stick to soft-to-medium textures. Avoid anything that could crack or dislodge the veneers.

Q: Will they move while I eat? A: Not if they’re custom-fit and properly snapped into place. Movement usually indicates a poor fit.

Final Thoughts

Modern cosmetic dentistry is no longer confined to expensive offices and irreversible procedures. With the rise of custom made snap on veneers USA, more people than ever are choosing teeth covers you can eat with for both beauty and practicality.

Whether you’re replacing missing teeth or just want to brighten your smile for everyday life, these removable veneers offer flexibility, affordability, and freedom. And when you choose a product that allows you to eat without removal, you add a whole new level of comfort and confidence to your life.

Ready to find the perfect smile that fits your lifestyle—and your dinner plans? Visit Removable Veneers USA today to explore high-quality, custom made snap on veneers that are designed for daily wear, full meals, and total confidence. Say goodbye to awkward removals and hello to a smile you can live with—literally.

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Finding Your Smile Again: A Dentist's Straight Talk on Dentures & Implants

I see where you’re coming from. Missing teeth? It’s not only annoying when you eat a crusty slice of your favourite bread. It slowly erodes your confidence and forces you to restrain a laugh when you’d rather let it go. It’s common for me to see patients really happy when they learn there are effective solutions they can use without spending a fortune. Let’s see what you prefer: traditional, NHS or implant and affordable dentures and implant near me.

Old cliches aside, dentures aren’t the same as the false teeth your grandad wore. With modern materials and procedures, the results feel cosier and look much more natural. 

We can offer two basic types:

1: Full Dentures:

They are used to replace all of your teeth in the upper, lower or both arches. Just like a plate moulded to your needs, they sit on your gums. You need to get used to speaking and eating again, yet the improvements in both are amazing. Getting dentures from your NHS dentist usually means selecting simpler materials and styles than if you went private. The length of a waiting list can change, so ask the practice close to you.

2: Partial Dentures:

If you find a few gaps between your healthy teeth, partial dentures may be a solution. Partials will make your job easier. By using either transparent or metal clasps that attach to the teeth, they hide neatly in your mouth. It’s as if you just put the final two or three pieces into the puzzle. They hold your teeth in place, helping you avoid problems with your overall oral health.

Now, let’s talk all about implants! Yes, it’s a big word—and it can cost a bit too—but listen, why? Affordable implants and dentures that are easy on your budget are now becoming an option, thanks in part to using implants to secure dentures. Think about a set of dentures held in place by just 2-4 implants, so there’s no more drifting when you talk or eat. It’s a solid foundation that changes your life. Though having dental implants requires surgery and costs more upfront than traditional dentures, people often save money in the long run since they last longer and support your jawbone.

How to choose the right denture clinic after your "denture clinic near me" search? Crucial! Different clinics vary in the focus they give to denture work. Clinics with a Clinical Dental Technician (CDT) or dentists who like doing prosthetics are your best bet. Check if you can have a consultation without any charge. A good clinic will discuss your lifestyle, the expenses that suit you and what you want to achieve with your smile. They will exhibit models, give information on lightweight and flexible materials and produce your own customised piece. I let patients know all the time: your dentures should fit so well that you hardly notice them.

 A Quick Word on NHS Dentures:

The NHS offers everyone easy access to essential dental care. For dentures, you mainly focus on functions. But if you want options like nature-like teeth or strong implant support, you’ll usually need to pay. The decision is between giving importance to speed and saving costs (NHS) or focusing more on overall style and how well the work is done (private).

How Valuable Does Dentures Actually Make Someone? 

It’s not limited to eating an apple again (that alone is wonderful!). You should be able to wear your smile proudly again. Forming healthy habits with dentures has changed many of my shy patients – they stand up straighter, converse more and their mood lifts. If the chance pops up to smile, and you want to add sparkle? If you want your false teeth and natural teeth to sparkle more, a little Teeth Whitening Surrey style is perfect.

Interested in Learning About What’s Available?

Uncertainty shouldn’t stop you. The starting point for using traditional full dentures, partials, implants or NHS dentures is always a conversation. Look for a nearby denture clinic, ask some questions and make sure your smile is happy and your budget is satisfied. You can feel confident once more – let’s work towards it. You are always welcome to pop by and say hello. I’m ready to assist you in getting your comfortable smile back.

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Your Guide to Finding a Trusted Dentist in Delhi

Oral health often gets ignored until pain forces us to take action. But the truth is, your teeth need regular care, just like the rest of your body. If you’re searching for a reliable dentist in Delhi, this guide will help you make the right choice — one that suits your needs and makes you feel truly cared for.

Dental Care Is Not Just About Teeth

Good dental care goes beyond fixing cavities or cleaning stains. It’s about preventing future problems, improving your overall health, and feeling confident when you smile. A caring and skilled dentist will make sure you're comfortable throughout your journey — from consultation to treatment.

Delhi Has No Shortage of Dentists – But How Do You Choose?

In a city like Delhi, there’s a dental clinic on almost every street. While that gives you plenty of options, it can also be confusing. Here’s what can help:

Experience matters: Choose someone who has been practicing for a while. It gives you peace of mind that you’re in safe hands.

Warm and welcoming atmosphere: Whether you're going in for a cleaning or a wisdom tooth removal, the clinic should feel clean, calm, and comfortable.

Clear communication: A good dentist will always take the time to explain what’s going on, what needs to be done, and how to take care of your teeth at home.

Modern treatments: Dentistry has come a long way. Look for a clinic that offers up-to-date technology without making you feel overwhelmed.

Services Usually Offered by Dentists in Delhi

Whether you need something basic or more specialised, most dental clinics in Delhi offer:

Teeth cleaning and polishing

Tooth fillings

Root canal treatment

Cosmetic dentistry like veneers and smile makeovers

Braces or invisible aligners

Dental implants

Teeth whitening

Some also focus on child-friendly dental care or elderly dental issues, so your entire family is covered.

Why Many Trust Dentists in Delhi

Delhi has become one of the go-to places for dental treatments. From basic procedures to advanced cosmetic work, people from nearby towns and even international patients trust Delhi’s dental clinics for quality and affordability. Areas like South Delhi, West Delhi, and Dwarka are especially known for housing experienced dentists and modern clinics.

Take the First Step Toward a Healthier Smile

Whether it’s been six months or six years since your last dental visit, don’t wait any longer. Taking care of your teeth now can save you a lot of trouble later.

Your perfect smile is worth it — and with a skilled dentist in Delhi, you're just one appointment away from taking better care of your oral health.

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"Your Smile Deserves Care" — Real Dental Problems and Real Solutions at Petal Dental

Have you ever covered your mouth while smiling? Or avoided eating on one side of your mouth because of pain? If yes, you're not alone. At Petal Dental, we’ve met so many people who felt the same — unsure, uncomfortable, and sometimes even scared to visit a dentist. But here’s the thing: taking care of your teeth doesn’t have to be painful, confusing, or expensive.

This article is all about real problems real people face, and how Petal Dental helps fix them with simple, effective, and kind care — from Family dental care in Gladstone, MO, to advanced treatments like Dental Bridges and Invisalign in Overland Park, KS.

1. “I haven’t been to a dentist in years.”

You’d be surprised how many people say this during their first visit. It’s more common than you think — life gets busy, maybe insurance ran out, or maybe you had a bad experience as a kid that left a lasting fear.

And then what happens? One year turns into five. Five turns into ten. By then, the idea of going back feels awkward, scary — even embarrassing. But here’s something we want you to know:

You’re not broken. You’re not too far gone. And you’re not alone.

What usually goes wrong in those silent years:

Tartar builds up and turns into hard plaque that can’t be brushed off

Cavities form quietly — many without pain in the beginning

Gums start to weaken, causing bad breath, bleeding, or recession

And worst of all, problems go unnoticed because no one’s checking

How Petal Dental helps you reset:

At Petal Dental, we treat every returning patient with respect, kindness, and no judgment. Whether it’s been 2 years or 20, we meet you where you are. We focus on solutions, not blame.

We do a full checkup, take X-rays only if needed, and walk you through your current dental health. Step by step, not all at once. And we help you build a plan that’s affordable and fits your life.

👉 “I thought they’d scold me or guilt me. Instead, they said, ‘You’re here now — that’s what matters.’”

2. “I have missing teeth and it’s affecting how I eat and smile.”

Losing a tooth hits harder than people expect. It’s not just about looks — although that matters too. It’s also about how you chew, how you speak, and how you feel when you laugh.

Many people with missing teeth start changing how they eat — cutting food into tiny pieces, chewing on one side, or avoiding crunchy things altogether. Over time, they start avoiding social meals too.

The emotional toll is real:

People skip dates, interviews, even family photos

Self-confidence drops — some even cover their mouth when talking

The surrounding teeth start shifting, leading to bigger bite issues

How Petal Dental helps with Dental Bridges:

We offer custom-made Dental Bridges in Overland Park, KS — designed to look, feel, and function like real teeth. These aren’t temporary fixes. They’re strong, natural-looking, and built to last.

A dental bridge is supported by your existing teeth or implants. Once it’s placed, you can chew, speak, and smile naturally again.

👉 “I didn’t realize how much one missing tooth was holding me back — until it was fixed.”

And remember, the sooner a missing tooth is replaced, the easier it is to maintain the alignment of your bite and avoid long-term jaw issues.

3. “My teeth are crooked, but I don’t want metal braces.”

This is such a common concern — especially among adults. Whether you’re in your 20s, 30s, or even 50s, wanting straight teeth is completely valid. But the idea of wearing metal braces for a year or more? That’s a dealbreaker for many.

Some people even think it’s “too late” to fix their smile — but it’s never too late.

What crooked teeth actually cause:

Harder to clean, which leads to cavities

Uneven wear and tear on teeth

Jaw tension, TMJ pain, and even headaches in some cases

Low self-confidence in social and work situations

Here’s the solution: Best Invisalign in Overland Park, KS

At Petal Dental, we offer Invisalign — the clear alternative to braces. These are transparent aligners that fit over your teeth and shift them gradually. No metal wires. No brackets. No food restrictions. Most people won’t even notice you’re wearing them.

It’s ideal for professionals, parents, teachers, and anyone who wants a discreet, low-maintenance way to straighten their smile.

👉 “I could take them out for photos or date night — and still get amazing results.”

4. “I think I have a cavity… but I’m scared of pain.”

Cavities don’t always hurt at first. In fact, many people walk around with mild decay and don’t even know it — until they bite into something cold or sweet and suddenly feel a zing.

By then, it can already be deep enough to need a bigger fix. That’s why catching cavities early makes all the difference.

Common signs of a cavity:

Sudden sensitivity to cold, hot, or sugary foods

A dark spot or hole you can see or feel

Pain when chewing on one side

Bad breath that doesn’t go away

The fix: Tooth Fillings in Overland Park, KS

At Petal Dental, we use tooth-colored composite fillings — which means no silver, no metal, and no awkward look. They blend right in.

More importantly, the process is quick and gentle. We numb the area carefully, remove the decay, clean it out, and place the filling — usually all in under an hour.

👉 “I was so scared it would hurt — but I literally didn’t feel anything.”

We use calming techniques for nervous patients, and we always explain what’s happening so you stay relaxed throughout.

5. “I don’t understand dental stuff. It all sounds confusing.”

You don’t need a dental degree to take care of your teeth — that’s our job. What you do need is a dental team that explains things clearly, respectfully, and without pressure.

Here’s what we never do:

Throw medical words at you and expect you to get it

Push expensive treatments you don’t need

Rush you into decisions

Here’s what we always do:

Use plain language (and photos or models) to explain what’s going on

Break your care into phases if needed

Give you choices — so you stay in control

👉 “I used to nod along pretending I understood. Now, I actually do understand what’s happening in my mouth.”

Education builds trust. And trust builds long-term dental health.

🌼 Why People Trust Petal Dental

So many clinics treat patients like numbers. But we believe in relationships — in really getting to know you and what you’re going through. Here’s what makes us different:

✅ Family dental care that’s truly for everyone — Kids, adults, seniors ✅ Personalized care — No cookie-cutter treatments ✅ Modern solutions — Like Invisalign, Dental Bridges, and gentle Tooth Fillings ✅ Zero pressure — We guide, you decide ✅ Affordable plans — We accept insurance and offer flexible payment options

🦷 What Happens When You Ignore Dental Problems?

Sometimes, we think “it’ll go away on its own.” But dental issues don’t work like that.

Ignored Problem

What It Turns Into

Minor cavity

Root canal or tooth loss

Gum bleeding

Periodontitis (can lead to bone loss)

Missing tooth

Shifting of other teeth + bite problems

Crooked teeth

Jaw pain, headaches

No checkups

Undetected serious issues like oral cancer

Let’s be honest: going to the dentist isn’t always fun. But waiting too long usually makes things more expensive, more painful, and more complicated.

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We know many people search for help online using specific phrases. That’s why we’ve naturally used the keywords you might be looking for — like:

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These aren’t just “keywords.” They’re actual services we provide — and real problems we solve every single day.

❤️ Your Smile Is Part of Your Story. Let’s Take Care of It.

If you’ve been dealing with dental pain, hiding your smile, or just putting things off — this is your sign to take the first step.

You don’t need to know all the dental terms. You don’t need to feel ashamed or scared. You just need a place that treats you like a person, not a chart number.

📍 Whether you need Family dental care in Gladstone, MO, or treatments like Tooth Fillings, Dental Bridges, or the Best Invisalign in Overland Park, KS — we’re here for you.📞 Call us. 913-444-9365 📅 Book an appointment. 🙂 And let’s bring back your smile — one step at a time. 🔗 Visit us at Petal Dental — where your comfort and care come first.