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[duct_tape_fairy]

Tomorrow morning at 10:00 am I get to have surgery for the first time. I am having one wisdom tooth removed. One because that's all I have, however I have to go completely under because it's coming in roughly sideways of how it's supposed to and is uncomfortably close to bone. After which time I will go home, be dumped on the couch in front of a

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[luchia13]

You'll be okay, promise. I had my wisdom teeth removed and sure, it knocked me out for a while, but it'll be okay. Usually only knocks you out for about a day. And medical shenanigans are terrifying, yes, but it really will all be okay, believe it or not. ♥

And I'll write you some fucked up Master/Lucy/kinda-Doctor, Master/Doctor porn for your recovery. Because I am strange and in love with The Master.

[duct_tape_fairy]

I know, really I just really don't like the idea of being out of my head on meds. I'm torn between locking down all my computers till I'm lucid enough to not worry about embarrassing myself or just having one open to channel the crazy.

And I will read your porn while eating my recovery pudding and making loopy comments.

[luchia13]

SNIPPET! And I'm totally going to need a Master icon after I finish this fic!

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“God, Harold, you look like you two were mugged!” one of the Someone-To-Pleases said as soon as he caught sight of them at the reception.

“Oh, no, I was just having a few rounds of sex with my wife, most of them in the limo,” he grinned at the man. “Some very, very good rounds of sex in the limousine.”

The band picked up a song with the beat that lived in his head, and there was Lucy of course, smelling more like resin than peaches this time around, so he left the man about to have a heart attack and spun her around the floor.

She couldn’t keep up, but that was fine. Only one person in the universe was capable of it, and he knew for a fact that the idiot couldn’t tango.