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y’all it’s almost summer which means i can finally attempt to write my Rabbot fam au but lowkey a lot of ppl have been writing smth similar so im wondering if y’all would like a reader insert instead
sneak peak of something i’ve been poorly attempting to write for the pitt💞 it’s an au where rabbot adopt all the pittlings and im planning on making it a series im just lowkey struggling with getting started
i loved your joel dentist fic!!! i am autistic and veryyy much struggle with dental care and going to the dentist… could you write a part 2 fic where reader has to get a tooth pulled and has a meltdown? i just found out i have to get my wisdom teeth out 😭😭💔💔
soo lowkey gave up on writing (forgot how to write) 💔💔💔 but good luck on getting ur wisdom teeth out! (personally haven’t gotten mine out yet😬) if i randomly get possed by a writing demon/get back in my delulu era (the only time i could write) ill write something for u (no promises bc college is killing me rn)
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emerging from my crypt to tell yall that TEWWG has genuinely been one of the best books ive had to read for school like it actually altered my brain chemistry ive legit never been so excited to write an essay (i legit have 4 body paragraphs rn bc i love it so much)
would you guys still love me if i wrote some hybrid!reader platonic/fluffy fics😧
yes ofc!!!
no tf
Voting ended onJan 2, 2025
lmao if u dont care just disregard this but i wanna know if theres like, any demand for this bc i lowk might try writing again (not sure for what fandom yet tho)
im sorry for lowkey disappearing (i will be doing it again😝) but i just wanted to come on here and say if ur a trumpy unfollow me rn i hate every single one of u so much. words cannot describe how much i hate u all rn for getting this man back in office. if the economy goes to shit and i get all my rights taken away im blaming all of u.
Reader is implied to be autistic but i feel like its rlly obvi.
Warnings: Dental trauma, y/n used like once, Joel praises a lot (BUT NOT IN A SEXUAL WAY U FREAKS), use of sweetheart, bad writing
THIS IS TOTALLY NOT PROJECTING NOOOO
You knew this day would come, it was inevitable and yet, it still took you by surprise when it actually came. Your dentist appointment. Just the thought of stepping foot in a dentist office filled you with immense dread.
You tried to ignore your underlying anxiety as you got yourself into a comfortable outfit. You grab your comfort item and place it in your pocket, feeling grounded by the weight in your pocket.
Before you leave you decide to quickly brush your teeth and rinse with mouthwash, quickly flossing despite the fact that you had done so a couple earlier. A little extra maintenance could never hurt right? And maybe if you did well enough, your usual one hour teeth cleaning could hopefully turn into a 40 minute appointment. (which is so like unrealistic btw💀)
You grab your keys and start to lock your apartment once you headed out. Struggling to do so due to the anxious tremoring of your hands. You eventually succeed in locking your apartment successfully and leave the building.
As you walk towards the dentist office, which was fairly close to your apartment, you take deep, calming breaths, attempting to ease your anxiety. You never had any success at the dentist. You found the sound of drilling to be extremely overstimulating, and always cringed at the sound and feeling, of your teeth being scraped at. As you got older and your parents started lacking involvement in your life, you gained more leniency in the dental department, only scheduling for the dentist when you absolutely had to.
As a kid and even as an adult, you found difficulty with brushing your teeth most days. When at the dentist, you would be met with judgemental remarks about how "hating the flavor of your toothpaste", "having difficulty flossing", ''lacking motivation", and "forgetting" were not valid excuses and you had to brush no matter what. You were also laughed at by one of your past dentists for crying when she had started scraping at your teeth in a way that caused you pain.
Too lost in your thoughts, you barely even notice the fact that you had already entered the office. You take a deep breath and approach the receptionist.
"Hi Im checking in?" You manage to awkwardly squeak out. The receptionist nods and asks for your name. You give them your name and get checked in.
Once that is taken care of, you take a seat, bouncing your leg nervously as you wait for your name to be called.
"Y/N?" a man calls out. You get up and approach him.
He smiles softly "Hi, I'm Joel, I'll be doing your cleaning today."
You slowly nod, not fully acknowledging him, despite his comforting aura. Ever since your previous dentist had moved away, you had be anxious to return since you had little luck with finding gentle and understanding dentists such as her.
Deapite your underlying hostility, he attempted to chat with you as he lead you towards his room. Once you arrive you take a seat on the dental chair.
"Alright, since you're a new patient of mine, I need to ask you a couple of questions, okay?" He asks with a comforting tone.
You nod. "That's it." He praises "This shouldn't take too long." He pauses "Okay, first question. You ready?" You nod. He smiles again "Good. First question is pretty simple. How often do you brush?"
You hesitate, debating whether or not you could tell him the truth. You eye him up and down. You decide that based kff of his demeanor, you could probably trust him.
"As often as I can." you answer meekly. He nods and types your answer down in his computer.
"Thats alright. It's better to brush at least once in a while than not at all. Do you mind sharing why?"
You shrug "It's hard, toothpaste is gross n the brush always hurts."
He looks at you with understanding "Understable , I'll write down a couple of flavoured toothpaste recommendations for you so you can try them if you'd like. As for your brush, try using one with soft bristles. I know there's a lot of debate between hard bristles and soft bristles and which one is better currently, but I think softer bristles could really help you out. Don't tell anyone I said this but you could also give miswak toothbrushes a try. But again, don't tell anyone that I said that, it'll be a secret between the two of us."
You giggle slightly at that, causing his smile to widen. "Moving on from that, what about floss? How are your flossing habits?
You shake your head "Bad. Really bad. I can never floss right and I struggle a lot with it."
He nods "I'll give you some handheld floss to try, some people find more success with it."
You let out a relieved sigh, watching as he types up a couple of things again. "Any pain or discomfort?" you shake your head "That's good. I see here that your last dentist made a note saying that you struggle with remembering to brush your teeth or finding the motivation to do so?" you nod "May I suggest something for that?" you nod, curious as to what he has to say. "Theres a couple apps that I could right down for you that can remind you to brush your teeth, and give you rewards such as points to do so. Is that something you'd be interested in?" you nod "Good. we're all done eith questioning. mind laying back for me?.''
You hesitate, "Um before I do can I ask something?"
"Yeah sure, go ahead." He permits you.
"Can I- can I please wear my headphones?" you hold up your noise cancelling bluetooth headphones.
"Oh of course! Do whatever you need to do to be comfortable!" you smile slightly at that. You connect your headphones to your phone to play your favorite music (or show) in the background and lay back.
He lowers your chair and turns the light in front of your face on (idk what its called tbh.) you squint at the bright light ''Sorry about that. Would you like to borrow some sunglasses?" You nod.
He hands you a cheap pair of sunglasses and you put them on, dimming the bright light. He fastens the disposable bib around you (idk if there's an official name for it but thats the only way i can describe it💀).
He gets his tools out, causing you to tense up. "Hey, it's okay, take a deep breath yeah? I'm going to tell you exactly what I'm doing with each tool okay? We'll get through this together. I'm going to check up on you every once in a while, let me know if you need me to stop so you can take a break at any point."
You feel more reassured and comforted by this. Your body eases up and relaxes a bit. "That's it, good." He praises.
He puts on gloves and picks up two tools "So this to will be used to count your teeth and scrape at any plaque. This other tool is a mirror that will allow me to take a look at the back of your teeth as well." He informs you.
"You ready?" He asks gently. You nod "Good, open up yeah? If you can't open wide that's okay, I'll figure something out.
You manage to get through the whole cleaning, only tearing up slightly once. The whole time Joel makes sure to reassure you and provide praise throughout the whole process, stopping when you need a break, and making sure to inform you of every single action he makes.
Once you're done he gives you a cup to rinse and gets together a goody bag for you, placing his list of suggestions in there. "You did good today. I'd like to see you in six months but if it happens to be later than that I'm perfectly fine with it." He smiles and hands you the bag.
"Thank you Joel." You shyly thank him.
He smiles and nods "Anytime sweetheart."
You smile and exit the room, feeling the weight of dread lifting off your chest. You pay your copay at the front, deciding to schedule your next appointment later.
Once you arrive at your apartment you settle down and curiously look in your bag. Inside is a soft toothbrush, some handheld floss, his list, and a separate note. You decide to read the note out of curiosity. "I'm proud of you, looking forward to seeing if my tips helped you out. -Joel." You smile at the note at hold it close to you, dozing off with the note against your chest.
A/N: IDK WHAT THIS IS BUT ITS DEFINITELY SOMETHING IM SRRY IF ITS RLLY BAD I JUST WANTED TO WRITE AGAIN
ALSO I GOT RLLY LAZY AT THE END IF U CANT TELL ALSO ITS LOWK SHORT IM SRRY PPL
real talk some of this is based off of shit that actually happened to me like its kinda crazy.
once i told my dentist that i had a rlly hard tome finding the motivation to brush my teeth and she legit said "find the motivation"😐 also recently they changed ny dentist w/o telling me bc mine doesnt work weekends anymore and i started crying bc i wasnt told and the lady was like hurting me a lot and she laughed at me😝
anyways dental trauma is a very real thing esp for mentally ill/neurodivergent folks/autistic folks like i wish it was taken more seriously bc it leads to a lot of ppl neglecting their dental health
ok i have like rlly bad dental trauma and i had a weird ass dream where joel miller/pedro pascal was my dentist and he comforted me throughout my cleaning and was lowkey a rlly good dentist and now i wanna write smth pertaining to this dream😭
is there like any demand for this bc i lowk might do it😭
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my page is finally somewhat back to normal😩it took accidentally liking joel miller sm*t (and then unliking and then blocking the acc) but i finally got my feed to be normal so at least theres that🤷
anyways i took my ap exam this past week and my grades are finally back to normal (except for religion🤕) so maybe once finals are over i might start writing again????? idk
im sorry for being so inactive but like...theres legit so many things going on in my life and im lowkey js trying to focus on staying alive (😝) im currently facing academic probation at school bc i have an F in religion and a D in english and if i dont get both of them up i wont be able to run for asb (WHICH MAKES ME SO MAD BC I RLLY WANTED TO RUN) and i wont be able to do cheer senior year (which would suck bc id miss my senior night) along with that i might be removed from my leader position in my club and i might get removed from a school program im apart of
my dad and i have a conference w/both of the teachers so hopefully we can find a way to get my grades up bc im so close to just like not doing this anymore
my dad is legit pissed too like hes so mad at me like i literally broke down crying bc of him today lol like i love him but im like too sensitive for this
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warnings: probs religious trauma, (possibly) bad spanish and bad writing, bad dialogue, ooc miguel (probs), panic attack, VERY SOFT MIGUEL LIKE ACTUALLY IM NOT EVEN OVER EXAGGERATING
VERBAL READER?????
you were roaming around spider society as usual, finding comfort in the unusual ambiance. as you walk to miguel's office to turn in your reports (lab?? room?? idk) you feel slightly off but are unsure as to why. as you enter the room you're met with miguel's back. you snap to get his attention.
he turns around "I've been expecting you for a while. Do you have the reports that I asked you for?" he looks at you expectantly, raising an eyebrow slightly.
you hand him the papers and watch as he sifts through the papers. he lets out a satisfactory hum "perfect." he pauses for a moment, setting the papers aside "are you free? i'd like to give you some pointers, your hands on combat is still sloppy" he explains.
your monotone expression changes to one of shock, surprised that miguel wanted to offer you training. you begin to rack your brain, you knew you were supposed to go somewhere, but you weren't sure where. all you knew was that something was wrong. you hesitantly nod, still having a slightly off feeling as you do so.
your brain makes a sudden realization, tuning out the world as you begin to panic somebody is trying to speak to you but it sounds muffled, as if you're underwater. you watch as the blurry figure approches you with worry.
"hey. look at me for a second" the voice speaks out. you dont respond as the figure attempts to console you. "Mírame por favor. Mírame" strong large hands grip your shoulders, attempting to bring you out of your daze.
"Escucha mi respiración" you hear calm breathing and attempt to match the steady breath. you let out a choked cry, feeling a pain in your chest, a tear rolls down your face "shh shh. Escúchame" your breathing begins to calm "that's right, you're doing so good" he praises you as your breathing starts to steady out.
you look up, eyes meeting his face "m-m sorry" you manage to get out. your lip trembles. you couldn't believe that this was happening infront of the man who was basically your boss.
you watch as his face softens, and he speaks once more "it's not your fault" he reassures you. you begin to walk away from him, ready to leave "wait" he pauses, grabbing your attention "do you-" he hesitates "do you want to talk about it?" he asks you.
you look at him in surprise. you take a shaky breath and nod. he pulls out a chair for you "go ahead, sit" he offers. you're still in shock, having never seen miguel act like this. you take the seat.
"go ahead, whenever you're ready. you can take your time if you'd like" his chair is turned to face yours.
you nod and take another breath. "so um. i dunno. i guess i just. i just freaked out thats all" you try to downplay the situation at hand. your voice is small, not used to talking to other people.
he frowns slightly "what..what led to that?" he asks you, wanting to get a better understanding.
you shrug in response "realized that i forgot that i was supposed to be somewhere today" you respond vaguely.
he gives you an expression that tells you that he knows you're not telling him the full story.
you let out a heavy sigh "um-i uh.. i was supposed to um attend church today and i..forgot" you admit.
his face contorts into a surprised expression "i didn't know you were catholic"
"i mean, not really. my parents were though" you look down at your feet "you know, it's kinda funny, theyre gone and i still feel guilty when i dont go"
he hums in understanding "i was raised catholic too" you perk up at his words "we're more similar than you may think" he smiles sadly "you're not bad for not going to church, okay? plenty of people have done worse. you shouldn't be attending out of fear, you should be attending if it's something you want to do and enjoy"
you hesitantly nod, still feeling terrible about the situation. you wipe away your stray tears.
he suddenly gets up "i wamt to show you something" you quirk your head in intrest "come on" he gestures for you to get up.
you nod and follow him. you find yourself in an elevator heading up. the both of you end up on the roof of the building.
"sometimes i come up here to have a bit of thinking time to myself" he explains as if he could sense your confusion"there's so many things ive done in my life that..i think god would be displeased with, and i often find myself thinking that maybe all of..the stuff that's happened in my life happened because of what i did. whenever i start thinking like that i come here" he looks into the skyline
"if you ever start feeling like that, i want you to come here, close your eyes, and take a deep breath" he speaks in a fatherly tone. you nod.
something about being in that space felt therapeutic to you, and you felt comforted by a sense of familiarity "thank you"
he looks at you softly "of course" you then bring him into a hug. his body stiffens for a moment but then embraces you in return. "you can talk to me if you're having these kinds of thoughts again, okay?" you nod and just let him embrace you. the both of you let go and just stare up at the sky in silence. you close your eyes and let yourself feel the wond brush against your skin.
A/N: not my best work but i had to get this idea out of my brain😮💨 anyways i rlly hate this qnd will probs delete later lol
i have now become a call of duty genius😍😍😍(originally only got into this gdamn game bc all the characters r so fine fr) (i love pookifying my fave mass m*rderers🤭)
im so fr i might have CoD autism at this point (CoDtism if u will)
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