#wisdom teeth

Dennis didn’t really… go to the dentist growing up. His parents were serial about brushing every morning and night, flossing every day, and using mouthwash. He grew up with fine teeth—one of the few of his brothers to not have a wicked crossbite. He just never went to the dentist.

Dennis’ wisdom teeth came in when he was eighteen, and his teeth stopped being fine. They grew cramped, his bottom teeth in particular getting snug enough that he could barely get a string of flows through. But as a freshman in college he still didn’t have dentist money. Twenty, twenty-one, and twenty-two passed without any serious issues related to his wisdom teeth, and he got used to working around them. He did medical school and started his residency, used to his teeth.

And then his teeth started hurting. It was subtle, at first. A little tightness in his jaw when he woke up. A mild ache when he’d spoken a lot in one day. A sudden increase in liquid spilling from his mouth whenever he drank without a straw.

Abbot noticed, because Abbot noticed everything.

Dennis didn’t know exactly what was happening between him and Jack. There was no label to it, so far. Dennis got switched over to night shift the last two months of Robby’s sabbatical, and between the craziness of the hospital in the evening, and the gnawing loneliness of being on the opposite schedule of Trinity, Dennis found some level of socialization in Jack.

It started with talking during the shifts, and moved on to breakfast at Waffle House afterwards, and Jack driving him home. It was the eighth time in two weeks that they were together, and when Jack dropped Dennis off at his apartment, he leaned across the seat of his truck to press a kiss to his lips. Dennis froze, then, one hand on the door handle and the other on his bag, before he surged back to meet Jack again, practically falling over the console. Something twinged painfully in his jaw when he did it, but he didn’t care, his focus entirely on the way Jack’s arms wound around him, holding him close, wanting.

And then he started sleeping at Jack’s, among other things he also did at the older man’s home.

One mid-afternoon, Dennis and Jack didn’t have work, and had woken up late. Dennis meandered into the bathroom while Jack went to make them food. Dennis borrowed Jack’s toothbrush, running the bristles under the water before adding a dollop of toothpaste, and began to scrub at his teeth. A searing strike of pain so obtrusive and shocking keeled him over, his hand gripping his jaw tightly, eyes squeezed shut as it emanated through him. Jack found him swishing his mouth, grimacing, eyes brimming with tears.

So, he and Jack weren’t dating. They were just fucking, getting food together, and working at the same establishment. But Dennis was on Jack’s insurance, and Jack was paying to get Dennis’ wisdom teeth removed. None of it made any sense—regardless, that’s how he ended up here, gauze packed thickly into his mouth as the orthodontic surgery nurses helped him into Jack’s truck.

“He’s been very brave,” one of the nurses nodded emphatically as Jack leaned over the seat to buckle a gooey, droopy Dennis into the passenger seat. “Lots of our older patients get pretty emotional after. I think he just needs a nice nap!”

The nurses and Jack chuckled, and Dennis deflated into the seat, tired eyes slipping shut.

“Yeah, he’s a good kid,” Jack smiled at them, “thanks for all your help.”

The door shut, and Dennis was alone with Jack, about to be staying at the older man’s place for the first while of recovery before he’d get carted back to his and Trinity’s apartment. Jack’s hand came down on Dennis’ thigh, gently squeezing, as he began the drive home.

Dennis was delirious. The words flowed from his mouth before he could stop them.

“‘Dey thought ya were my dad, Jack.”

“Did they?” Jack laughed, and drummed his fingers against Dennis’ knee. “Maybe it’s cause of my grey hair.”

“Y’could be,” Dennis breathed, and slouched further, knees spreading further apart haphazardly, “if you’d had m’when you were, uhm,” Dennis’ jaw ticked, the gauze soaking up the blood, “twenty two?”

Jack’s hand slid away from Dennis’ thigh, moving instead to curl around the back of his neck. Dennis sighed, leaning into the touch.

“I could be, yeah. I don’t mind that, though.”

There was something smug in Jack’s voice. A little pleased. It flew over Dennis’ head, the warmth of Jack’s hand perfectly distracting. A laugh tumbled from Dennis’ mouth, garbled, muffled.

“I like it.” Dennis admitted, free, easy. Jack’s hand massaged his neck more firmly, thumb rubbing at the side with the perfect sort of pressure.

“Y’know what?” Jack hummed, and turned the music up with a button on the steering wheel, “I think I like it too, baby.” He glanced over to Dennis. “And I like you.”

“Y’do?” Dennis glanced over. “For real?”

“For real,” Jack grinned softly. “I’ll ask you out when you’re coherent, sweetheart.”

“Awesome,” Dennis nodded, “boyf’rend.”

─── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

an ache had been gnawing at you for days. a god awful ache in your jaw, feeling each pulse of your heart in your swelling gums while your nerves screamed with pain.

it wasn't hard to tell that your wisdom teeth were the culprit, dragging you through hell and back. they'd come in, eventually, you told yourself. so, you pushed through it, making a real effort to keep it under the covers.

but those kind of secrets don't last long around this city, especially within the palace walls.

if it weren't for his duties as the ruler of the entire fire nation, zuko would've noticed the very second your nose scrunched in discomfort. instead, he suspected something was off the day after you had started hurting.

how you avoided chewing on one side, skipped meals even when your stomach rumbled in protest, or the way your fingers brushed over your cheek subconsciously, thinking that no one would notice.

"what's bothering you?" he murmured that night, the edge of the mattress dipping under his weight while a candlelight flickered, casting a delicate shadow over his features.

you attempted to roll the tension off your shoulders, soothing a tiny wrinkle in the silk sheets. "nothing. am i supposed to be troubled?"

a soft sigh escaped him, and that somehow did enough to ease the pressure settled upon your shoulders.

most times, people say more when they speak less.

"you're a terrible liar." his warmth slowly spread through you as his hand rested atop of yours, tracing circles. silence filled the room, yet you felt safer than ever.

words never came. speaking them would do anything but dull the pain.

"where does it hurt?"

you grimaced. how could he discover what you kept hidden away from the world? he leaned in, scooting a fraction closer until the space between you barely existed, offering you everything he could — because he hadn't learned any other way. "here." you grumbled, pressing his fingers against the back of your jaw.

the firelord could stay still only for a second before pulling you closer, peppering your face in gentle kisses. "wisdom teeth?" he whispered into your skin.

you gave him another, subtle nod.

"i'll summon the best healers by the morning." another kiss, this time to your knuckles. "i'm not taking 'no' as an answer."

─── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

bf!matt x gf!reader

tw: wisdom tooth removal? nothing graphic and no actual surgery scenes

you were practically shaking in fear. you’d never had any surgeries, and although wisdom teeth removal is a minor one, you were still very scared. your boyfriend, matt, and his brothers had told you about their experiences, which makes you feel a bit better about it. but nonetheless, you still were very scared. you grip matt’s hand a bit tighter. he was currently driving you to your appointment. he glances over at you, smiling, before looking back at the road. you’re happy that he’s going with you, you were worried your mom would insist on being there. nothing against her, but who knows what you’ll say under anesthesia.

matt parks, and you both get out. you walk in with him, breathing faster at the thought of four of your teeth being ripped out. matt seems to notice your unease, like he always does. “hey, you’re gonna be just fine. i promise. you won’t be in pain until the third day after.”

“wow, how reassuring.” you respond.

“yeah, i don’t know what to say. it will hurt, just not much today. but you’ll be fine. promise.” he says, feeling bad for you.

“okay.” you mumble, upset with the world. you walk into the building, signing yourself in at the front desk. you sit down next to matt in the waiting area, looking up at the tv in the room momentarily. they’re playing surgery clips. how inviting. you look away, obviously not wanting to see that right now.

“y/n?” you hear a nurse call as she steps in from the hall. you look up, standing.

“hi.” you greet, walking towards her. matt follows, still holding your hand for comfort. they let him go with you to the room, having you sit in the chair, smack in the middle of a scarily large room. the nurses walk you through the procedure before placing the laughing gas mask over your nose. they tell you to breathe in. you do, and spend two minutes just looking up at matt while he rubs his thumb over the back of your hand.

eventually, you start feeling a weird sensation. it starts just feeling like your fingertips have fallen asleep, like your foot might sometimes, that weird, tingly feeling. then you start feeling lightheaded and tired. you hear someone talk, but don’t quite understand what they’re saying. someone lifts your arm off the armrest, saying something about an IV. you barely feel the needle going in, still looking up at matt with glassy, tired eyes. the second they place your arm back on the armrest, you’re out cold.

the next thing you know, there a nurse in bright pink-purple scrubs helping you sit up. you blink, groggy. you lean on her while she leads you to a small, dark room with a padded bench. you barely understand what’s happening. she has you lean back against a pillow before saying something about leaving. you don’t care, not caring about much besides trying not to fall back asleep. suddenly, matt’s walking in. they didn’t let him stay during the procedure, so he was waiting in the waiting room.

“oh, sweetie…” he says softly, pulling the edge of his sleeve over his thumb to dab at the wetness in the corner of your eyes. you didn’t even know it was there.

“am i done?” you mumble through a mouthful of gauze.

“yes, baby. you’re all done.” he reassures, propping you back up on the pillow.

“what time is it?” you grumble out.

“umm…” he checks his phone. “10:36.”

“oh. where’s my lip?” you ask, feeling around your face.

“it’s right we’re is always is, baby.” he gently brushed a finger over your bottom lip. “right there.”

“okay. what time is it?” you ask.

“10:37, baby.” he says as he moves you back to the pillow. you keep slowly leaning forward, this is his third time moving you back.

“can we go home?” you mumble.

“soon.” he says, gently pushing you back to the pillow.

“what time is it?” you say again

he sighs, laughing softly. “still 10:37, y/n.”

“oh, did i already ask that?” you say, confused.

“yeah. it’s okay though.” he responds, noticing you seem worried. eventually the nurse in the purple comes back to tell you you can leave, and matt helps you walk out to the car. your steadier than you were before, but still wobbly enough to need help. he helps you into the passenger seat, pulling the hoodie he was wearing over his head, and folding it into a pillow for you before getting in the drivers side.

he begins the drive home, playing your playlist softly in the background. you were so tired, wanting nothing more than to sleep. you’re almost fully out by the time you get home, so matt insists on carrying you up to bed. he brings you up to his room, sitting at the corner of the bed before pulling your shirt off, unclasping your bra for you before sliding it off and, selfishly, putting one of his shirts on you. he loves it when you wear his clothes. he pulls your sweatpants off, knowing you prefer to sleep in just a tee shirt, before pulling you into bed.

he tucks the blankets up around you before climbing in with you, cuddling into your side. you curl up next to him, falling asleep in seconds. he kisses the top of your head while you sleep peacefully in his arms.

yayyyy finally wrote something! pls pls pls send suggestions and requests! and yes, i have gotten my wisdom teeth out, and it wasn’t as bad as you think. the worst part was not being able to eat whatever you want for a week after. i love you all so much ~ bree 🖤

TIRES AND TEARS—!Jaafar x !fiancée reader, jaafar is under anesthesia after wisdom teeth removal surgery and he’s just embarrassing and adorable.

✦- fluff fluff and more fluff ^^

(this is heavily inspired by this fic! and not proofread soz xp)

Your sneaker taps against the tile floor of the dentist office as Jaafar’s hand rests against your thigh, waiting for his name to be called.

“I’m genuinely praying I don’t do some bullshit under anesthesia.” He exclaims, clapping his hands together and “praying.”

“If you do, it’ll be recorded immediately.” You tease him.

He rolls his eyes at your remark.

“Jaafar?” A voice calls out.

You Both get up and approach the dental assistant, who guides you to his room.

“Alright Jaafar, they’re gonna place you under an anesthetic first so you don’t feel anything. Then the dentist will take the wisdom teeth out. If it’s stuck under the gum, they might have to make a tiny cut to get to it. You’ll probably feel some pressure, but it shouldn’t hurt. After that, they’ll put gauze in your mouth and send you home with instructions and some ice packs. Easy.” The woman explains to both of you.

“Alright, thank you so much.” He replies with a smile before lying down on the plasticky dental chair.

“I’m gonna go grab your dentist really fast i’ll be back.” She says before leaving the room.

“You ready babe? Wanna squeeze my hand while they put the IV in.” You say chuckling.

“I’ll be fine trust me.” He says with a smirk.

***

The dentist, anesthesiologist, and assistant walk back into the small white room with a plethora of supplies.

“Alright ma’am i have a chair for you over here if you’d like to sit down.” The dentist says, pointing to the chair in the corner near Jaafar.

“Yeah, thank you.” You say with a tight lipped smile.

The dentist gives Jaafar the rundown of the procedure again, the anesthesiologist drops down a bit beside him before placing the IV in his arm.

He adjusted the IV in Jaafar’s arm and smiled.

“Alright, this is the medication that’s going to help you relax. You’ll start feeling sleepy in just a moment.”

Jaafar nodded, though he looked unconvinced.

A cool sensation traveled up his arm as the medicine entered his bloodstream. At first, nothing happened. Then the room began to feel strangely light, like he was floating in the chair.

“Whoa,” he mumbled, blinking up at the ceiling. “That’s… weird.”

A laugh escaped him for no reason at all.

The dentist chuckled. “That’s normal.”

Jaafar tried to say something else, but his thoughts felt slow and fuzzy. The bright lights overhead blurred together, and his eyelids suddenly seemed far too heavy to keep open.

“Okay,” he slurred. “I get why people don’t drive on this stuff.”

The last thing he remembered hearing was quiet laughter from the staff before the room drifted away.

***

You watched as the dentist worked over jaafar, twisting metal materials near his mouth, pulling out a sharp white tooth.

“Alright we’re on the last tooth.” The dentist says muffled through his mask.

You nod as jaafar’s glossy eyes drift to you. You can see him try to speak, then realize it was probably a bad idea.

The dentist pulls back for a moment to grab more gauze before Jaafar’s lips start to move.

“Oh no why I can’t feel my mouth.” He says, muffled slightly by the gauze in his mouth.

“Jaafar I don’t think you’re supposed to talk right now, but it’s just your Getting your teeth removed and It’s to stop you from feeling pain.” You reply.

He looks completely dazed, your sentence going through one ear and out the other one.

The dentist returns to his work, Jaafar going silent again.

***

The dentist has finished the procedure, and you and jaafar are just waiting for the dentist to let you guys go, and grab a wheelchair for jaafar.

“You’re very pretty.” He slurs out.

You laughed. “The anesthesia’s still working, huh?”

“Who is anesthesia? You’re just very preeeettyy.”

A few seconds passed.

“Like… really pretty.”

“Thank you, you’re very cute too.”

“Heyyyy don’t say that i’m shy.” He says, blush creeping up to his cheeks.

Another few seconds.

“Did you know we’re engaged?” You say.

You pressed your lips together to stop yourself from laughing.

“Really? How did I do that.” He says, his eyes widening in shock.

“You said yes?” He says, acting like this was groundbreaking information.

“I did.”

“You should do it again.”

“What?”

“Say yes again.”

You laughed so hard you nearly dropped your phone, not forgetting to record this for him.

The assistant at the desk was clearly trying not to smile.

Jaafar leaned closer.

“I have a ring and everything. It’s shiny look.” He says, attempting to lift his arm, tugging on the IV

“baby don’t do that it’s going to rip your IV out.” You say pushing his arm back down.

“Fuck the IV I wanna show it.” He says, way too loud.

“I’ll remove it for you.” The assistant says to him smiling.

She does so and returns to her desk.

“It was expensive, the ring.”

You covered your face in an attempt to hide your laugh

“I love you.” he says, shifting his emotions immediately, giving you a big smile.

“Aww. I love you too.” You say smiling back.

The door to the recovery room swung open, and the dentist stepped inside pushing a wheelchair.

“Alright, Jaafar,” he said cheerfully. “Time to head out.”

Jaafar squinted at the wheelchair.

“No.”

The dentist blinked. “No?”

“I’m not using that.”

You immediately groaned.

“Jaafar.” You say sternly.

“I’m serious.” He pointed at the chair. “I can walk.” He slurs out.

The dentist exchanged an amused look with you.

“Most people say that.”

“Because most people can walk, D-UH.” He says, exclaiming the D.

Before anyone could stop him, Jaafar pushed himself to his feet.

For one glorious second, he looked completely fine.

Then he swayed, reaching for your touch slightly.

You jumped up from your seat.

“Baby—” You’re cut off.

“I’m okay.”

He took one step.

Then another.

Then his knees seemed to forget how they worked.

The next thing anyone knew, he was stumbling sideways into the wall.

The dentist caught his arm before he could slide to the floor.

“Oh my God,” You said, trying not to laugh.

“I’m fine,” Jaafar insisted.

“You just lost a fight with gravity.”

“I wasn’t ready, so it wasn’t fair.”

You pointed toward the wheelchair.

“Get in the chair.”

“No.” He said crossing his arms.

“Chair.”

“No.” He said sticking his middle finger up.

You grabbed the handles and rolled it directly in front of him.

“Sit.”

Jaafar looked from you to the wheelchair and back again.

His lower lip stuck out in a dramatic pout.

“You’re supposed to be on my side.”

“I am on your side.”

“Then why are you making me sit in the grandma chair?”

You couldn’t hold back your laughter anymore.

“Because I don’t want my fiancé face-planting in the parking lot.”

“I wouldn’t, i’m too smoooooth.” he says making a wave with his hand.

“You are so corny right now babe.”

“I am not that’s mean.”

“And for your information I slipped, not faceplanted.”

“You were standing still.”

After a long moment of stubborn silence, Jaafar finally dropped into the wheelchair with a defeated sigh.

“There. Happy?” He exclaims.

“Very.”

As you began pushing him toward the exit, Jaafar reached up and grabbed your hand.

“You know,” he said dreamily, “I’d let you push me around even without the anesthesia.”

You groaned.

The dentist laughed.

And Jaafar sat there grinning proudly, as if he’d just delivered the smoothest pickup line in human history.

***

By the time you reached the car, the dentist was long gone, probably laughing about the whole wheelchair incident.

“Okay,” You said, opening the passenger door. “Let’s get you buckled in before you hurt yourself again.”

“I literally didntttuhhh.”

“Twice, you did twice.”

“Liessss”

You shook your head and helped him stand from the wheelchair.

For a moment, everything seemed fine.

Then—

“OW!”

Jaafar jumped back, grabbing the side of the car.

“What happened?” You asked.

“My toe!”

“What?”

“My toe!” he repeated, horrified.

He pointed accusingly at the tire.

“It hit me, fuck you!” He says pointing to the tire, and apparently cussing it out too.

You stared at him.

“You stubbed your toe?”

He nodded miserably.

The anesthesia hadn’t worn off one bit, it had left enough room for him to be deeply offended by the situation.

“It hurtsssss.”

You bit the inside of your cheek.

“You’re okay.”

“No, I’m notuhhhh.”

“You are.”

“I think it’s broken, or i’m dying.”

“It’s definitely not broken and your definitely not dying baby.”

Jaafar looked down at his shoe and then back at you.

To your absolute disbelief, his eyes started watering.

“Oh, come on baby.”

“It really hurt me.”

A single tear escaped.

You burst out laughing.

“Don’t laugh at me! I am dying and you’re laughing!”

“I’m sorry,” You said, trying—and failing—to stop.

“You don’t understand my suffering.”

His voice cracked dramatically on the word suffering.

That only made you laugh harder.

Jaafar crossed his arms.

“I thought you loved me.”

“I do love you.”

“Then why are you laughing while I’m passing away!”

“passing away?”

“My toe got attacked.”

You finally managed to compose yourself enough to step closer.

“You’re ridiculous.”

He sniffed.

“I thought you said i’m cute.”

His pout somehow got even bigger.

Shaking your head, you reached up and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

Immediately, Jaafar’s expression brightened.

Another kiss.

“There we go.”

The pout vanished entirely.

“Wow.”

“What?”

“I think it worked, baby you need to become a doctor like right now.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Of course you do.”

“No, seriously.” He grinned. “My toe feels way better.”

“Funny how that happened.”

Jaafar leaned his forehead against yours, smiling lazily.

“I think I might need another one pleeeeease.”

You laughed.

“You are adorable right now.”

“Hey, no no no I am tall dark and handsome.”

“Excuse me?” You burst out laughing again.

And judging by the smile you couldn’t stop, he wasn’t wrong.

***

The second Jaafar was buckled into the passenger seat, he looked exhausted.

You reached over and adjusted the ice pack resting against his cheek before starting the car.

“You comfortable?”

Jaafar gave a sleepy thumbs-up.

Five minutes later, he was out cold.

You glanced over at a red light and smiled.

His head had fallen against the window, his mouth slightly open, bloody gauze slipping out a bit, curls falling into his eyes. Every now and then the car would hit a bump and his head would gently knock against the glass.

Poor thing.

After his antics at the dentist’s office, he looked strangely peaceful asleep.

The rest of the drive passed quietly.

By the time you pulled into the driveway, Jaafar hadn’t moved.

You turned off the car.

Nothing.

“Jaafar.”

No response.

You reached over and lightly touched his shoulder.

“Baby.”

A sleepy groan escaped him.

“We’re home.”

His eyes cracked open.

“No we’re not.”

you laughed

“We literally are.”

Jaafar looked out the window.

“Oh.”

A pause.

Then—

“I don’t wanna get out.”

“Too bad.”

He immediately closed his eyes again in protest.

You shook your head and pinched the bridge of your nose.

“Jaafar.”

“No.”

“You have to go inside.”

“I live here.”

“Exactly.”

“I’ll go inside later.”

“You’re sitting in the driveway.”

He thought about that.

“Okay.”

Another pause.

“Carry me, like a princess.”

You laughed so hard you nearly snorted.

“Absolutely not.”

Eventually, after much complaining, you managed to get him inside.

***

The second you stepped through the front door, Jaafar kicked off his shoes and shuffled toward the couch, jerking you with him as you held up his shoulders.

You were halfway through grabbing a blanket when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

You looked over your shoulder.

Jaafar was practically asleep standing up.

“Come cuddle.”

“Don’t you need water first?”

“Cuddle.”

“Medicine?”

“Cuddle.”

“Ice pack?”

“Cuddleeeeee.”

There was absolutely no winning this argument.

With a sigh, you lead him to the couch.

The moment you sat down, Jaafar collapsed ontop of you and immediately wrapped both arms around you like a human blanket.

“Comfortable?” You asked.

A smirk appeared on his lips as he brought his hands up to your boobs,squeezing them slightly.

“Very.”

“Hey hands to yourself buddy.” You say swatting his hands away.

His face disappeared into the crook of your neck.

Within seconds, you could feel him relaxing against your chest.

The tough, stubborn attitude he’d had all morning was completely gone.

Now he just looked sleepy.

You ran your fingers through his curls.

Jaafar let out a content little hum.

“Love you.”

The words were muffled against your shoulder.

yousmiled and kissed the top of his head.

“Love you too.”

His arms tightened slightly around you.

“Yaaayyy”

A minute later, you glanced down.

His eyes were closed.

His breathing had evened out.

You laughed quietly and pulled the blanket over both of your bodies.

Jaafar shifted closer in his sleep, as if that were somehow possible.

And for once, he wasn’t talking.

Which might have been the most miraculous part of the entire wisdom tooth removal.

***

The two of you ended up sleeping for most of the afternoon.

At some point, the sunlight that had been streaming through the windows faded into the warm glow of early evening.

Jaafar was the first to wake up.

He groaned and stretched, immediately regretting it when his jaw reminded him exactly why he’d spent the day unconscious.

“Ow.”

Below him you stirred.

“Welcome back to the world.” You mumble out.

Jaafar blinked a few times.

The foggy, floaty feeling from the anesthesia was gone now. His thoughts felt normal again.

Mostly.

“What time is it?”

“Almost 9pm.” You reply checking your phone.

His eyes widened.

“We slept that long?”

“Apparently.”

Jaafar rubbed a hand over his face.

“That’s insane.”

You were trying very hard not to smile.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing.”

The grin got worse.

“What?”

You unlocked your phone.

“While you were busy being heavily medicated today, I happened to get some videos.”

Immediately, Jaafar’s expression changed.

“Noooo what the hell did I do.”

“Oh yes.”

“No.”

You were already opening your camera roll.

The first video started playing.

On screen, Jaafar was sitting in the dentist’s office, confidently insisting he didn’t need the wheelchair.

Then came the part where he took two steps and nearly collapsed into the wall.

The video shook violently because You had started laughing while recording.

Present-day Jaafar buried his face in his hands.

“Oh my God.”

“You were so confident.”

“I look so stupid”

“You looked like a baby deer.”

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

He peeked through his fingers.

“Okay, fair.”

The next video started.

Unfortunately for Jaafar, it was worse.

Much worse.

The footage showed him standing beside the car after stubbing his toe.

“Oh no.”

You were already wheezing.

“Oh no is right buddy.”

Jaafar pointed dramatically at the tire.

“My toe!”

Present-day Jaafar groaned.

“Turn it off.”

You absolutely did not.

“I think it’s broken!”

Then came the part.

The tears.

Tiny, dramatic tears.

Present-day Jaafar immediately grabbed a throw pillow and covered his face.

“Oh hell no.”

You were laughing so hard you could barely breathe.

“No, no, no.”

“‘You don’t understand my suffering,’” You quoted.

“I was under the influence.”

“‘My toe got attacked.’” You mimicked.

“Oh my God.”

“‘I thought you loved me.’” Mocking him again.

“STOP.”

You nearly fell off the couch.

Meanwhile Jaafar had completely disappeared behind the pillow.

“This is blackmail material.”

“It absolutely is.”

“Delete it.”

“Never.”

“Please.”

“Nuh uh.”

A horrified laugh escaped him.

“I cannot believe I cried over my toe.”

“You cried over lightly bumping your toe.”

“It really hurt.. apparently?”

The second the words left his mouth, both of you burst out laughing.

Jaafar leaned back against the couch, covering his eyes.

“This is never happening again.”

“No shit.”

“You’re showing this to people, aren’t you?”

You tried to look innocent.

“Nope.”

That alone was enough of an answer.

“Traitor.”

You scooted closer and rested your head on his shoulder.

“You’re cute when you’re drugged.”

“I was a disaster.”

“A cute disaster.”

Jaafar sighed dramatically.

“One day, I’m going to embarrass you this badly.”

“I’m breaking your phone before my appointment.”

He smiled despite the threat and wrapped an arm around you.

The embarrassment was still there, but honestly?

Looking back on it now, it was pretty funny.

Especially the toe part.

“…I still think that tire came out of nowhere.”

That sent both of you into another fit of laughter.

SUMMARY　::　where Y/N faces the terrifying experience of having four wisdom teeth removed. With her boyfriend, Matt, and his brothers by her side, Y/N goes through moments of anxiety, laughter, and confusion under the influence of anesthesia.

FEATURING　Matt Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　mentions of blood, pain, surgery, dentist, anesthesia.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

The sun shone high in the sky as Y/N and Matt got into the car, ready to face the journey to the dentist's office.

"You're going to be okay, honey." Matt said as he arranged himself in the driver's seat, casting a quick glance of genuine concern in his girlfriend's direction, who spent the entire morning glued to himself, exposing her fear into emotions and complaints.

Y/N smiled small, buckling her seatbelt and moving her body above the upholstered so she found a comfortable position, trying to shake off the bad thoughts about the surgery.

"I hope so, but I can't promise I won't put on a little show in there." The girl joked, trying to relax the atmosphere, resting her hands on her thighs so that her slightly sweaty palms were in contact with the fabric of her jeans.

"I doubt you're the worst patient they've ever seen." The boy laughed as he started the car, turning his head to his right and sending her a wink.

Nick and Chris quickly settled into the middle seats of the car, each of them with a reassuring smile on their face. Nick held the camera firmly in his hands, lowering his gaze to the screen and changing a few settings.

They were like brothers to Y/N, and their presence there was comforting for her.

“Ready for the adventure, Y/N?” Chris asked with a mischievous smile, rubbing the palm of his hands before leaning his body forward and placing his upper body on the car console so that he could see the girl's reaction more closely, placing his right hand on the back of her seat to stabilize himself.

A loud curse from Nick was heard, the boy complaining that Chris was blocking the camera's view before forcefully pulling him back against his own seat.

"If by adventurous you mean a terrifying one, then yes." The girl sighed, ignoring their bickering while pretending to be excited before closing her eyes tightly, pressing the bridge of her nose with the index finger and thumb of her right hand, trying to relieve some of the tension there.

During the first few minutes of the trip, Y/N tried to remain calm, but anxiety began to seep into her chest, leaving a metallic taste in her mouth. She looked at the clock on the car dashboard and saw that there were still twenty minutes until they arrived at the office, even though it seemed like they had already been inside the car for hours.

"Matt, I changed my mind. Can we go home?" Y/N interrupted Chris's yapping from the backseat, her voice trembling slightly as her hands balled into fists above her thighs, a result of her nervousness.

Matt glanced at her quickly before returning his attention to the road ahead, taking his right hand off the steering wheel briefly and moving it towards his girl, reaching blindly for her own, intertwining their fingers and giving hers a firm and comforting squeeze.

"You're kidding, right? We're already halfway there, my love. Look, it's going to be okay. I promise." The brunette murmured gently, trying to calm her nerves as he kept his attention on the road, frowning slightly in concentration.

"I know, it's just... I hate dentists so much, and I don't know if I want to take anesthesia." The girl admitted, shrugging her shoulders as she forced a small smile, squeezing Matt's hand back.

"Don't worry, girl, we'll be in the room with you the entire time." Nick said from the backseat, his voice sounding comforting, interrupting whatever negative thoughts Y/N's mind was creating at that moment, earning a weak nod in response.

The minutes dragged by slowly as the car made its way down the road. Y/N tried to distract herself by looking out the window, but the sight of buildings and businesses quickly passing by only increased her agitation.

"Have you thought about what you're going to do with your wisdom teeth after they're removed?" Chris asked suddenly, interrupting the tense silence as he kept his eyes fixed on the scenery outside the vehicle.

Y/N blinked, surprised by the sudden question.

"Well, I thought I'd ask the doctor to keep them for me. Maybe I could make a necklace-" The girl interrupted her own sentence, widening her eyes and turning her torso to her left side abruptly, gripping the side of her own seat with her right hand so that she could look at the back and the driver's seat at the same time. "No, wait, I can put it under my pillow, right?" The volume of her voice rose quickly, sudden excitement dripping into her words.

"Pillow? Why would-"

"For the tooth fairy, obviously! I'm going to remove four wisdom teeth. Do you know how much money I could make from that? I don't, but I know it's a lot!" She rambled, breaking into a big smile as her eyes went from Matt to Nick and Chris and back again.

"It's 40 dollars, Y/N." Nick responded in an amused tone, turning to Chris and letting out a silent laugh. The youngest shrugged, leaning over the space between one seat and another and taking the camera from Nick's hands.

"They can't give your teeth back, honey. When they take them out, your teeth turn to dust." Matt said as if he was speaking to a child, a hidden smile growing on his face as he kept his eyes straight ahead, raising them momentarily to the rearview mirror and casting an amused glance at Nick, who was already looking back at him, knowing he was joking.

"No! Babe, don't say that. Are you serious?" Y/N screamed, her eyes widening comically before tears began to well up in her eyes, shining against the sunlight, her mouth forming an involuntary pout.

"Oh no, don't cry. If you cry, I'll cry, too." Nick noticed her tearful expression, closing his eyes tightly and bringing the palm of his hands to his own, rubbing his blue orbs harshly, trying to shake off his own emotions.

"Oh no, Nick, don't you dare cry-" Chris's voice was interrupted by a loud sob coming from Y/N, which tore from her throat, tears escaping her eyes without permission.

Her ears quickly caught the loud laughter of Matt and Chris, and Nick's sniffles, while her boyfriend squeezed her hand tightly, trying to convey support and reassurance even though he was laughing at her sensitive state.

As they got closer to the office, Y/N's heart started to beat faster. She felt a mixture of fear and excitement bubbling inside her and knew that soon she would be facing the inevitable.

"I think I'm having a panic attack." The girl murmured, her voice muffled by the crying she had minutes before as her nose sniffled repeatedly.

"No, you're not." Matt said amused, rolling his eyes playfully before squeezing Y/N's hand one last time, slowly releasing it and taking his back to the wheel so that he could concentrate on entering the building's parking lot, parking the car in one of the free spaces closest to the main entrance.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves as she exited the vehicle with the help of her boyfriend. She knew she had a long road ahead, but with Matt and the triplets by her side, she felt like she could face the situation she had put off for so many weeks. And so, with one last sigh, she entered the office.

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Y/N was already in the dental chair, nervously looking up at the white ceiling as the doctor prepared everything around her. She could feel her heart hammering in her chest as her hands sweated nervously. Matt caressed her right shoulder firmly and carefully, conveying the silent support she needed so much at that moment.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Matt asked, tilting his head down so he could look better at her.

"Of course I am." She responded, swallowing hard, trying to force a smile while focusing her eyes on his, though her voice betrayed her anxiety.

Nick and Chris were a little further away, on her right side and close to the large wall of windows, their expressions a mixture of concern and unsuccessful attempts to hide their laughter. The fact that Nick knew what the feeling and procedure was like made him more amused by her present and future state.

As the doctor began moving equipment, Y/N watched curiously. She extended her right arm, allowing one of the nurses to attach the blood pressure and heart rate monitor to the correct location, feeling a shiver run down her spine. This was getting very real very fast.

"I feel like an astronaut about to take off." Y/N teased, biting her bottom lip lightly, trying to ease the tension out of herself.

"Well, at least there's no zero gravity to deal with." Nick chuckled softly, zooming the camera to the surrounding equipment before looking at the girl, offering her a reassuring smile.

Chris let out a laugh at his response, it echoing through the office and bringing a bit of lightness to the tense environment.

"I hate that sound. It reminds me of Grey's Anatomy, exactly when a patient is about to die." The girl said suddenly, pointing with her chin at the machine where the sounds of her heart were coming from.

"Hey, don't say that." Matt warned amid laughter, shaking his head while still caressing her shoulder, squeezing the area gently to relieve her muscle tension.

As the doctor began to prepare the IV, Y/N felt a wave of panic pass through her body. She looked at the thin tube with wide eyes and an expression of horror, watching him take off the cover and connect the wire to the syringe with the anesthesia.

"Matt." She muttered in a shaky voice, her lips trembling again as she clenched her right hand into a fist, accidentally letting the heart rate meter slip out.

"Hey, pretty girl, I'm right here. I won't leave your side, I promise. When you wake up, we can get ice cream from that ice cream shop you love, huh?" Matt curved his spine slightly so that his face was close to hers, holding her chin with his free hand and pulling it towards him, looking deep into his girl's eyes.

Chris quickly moved forward, taking her best friend's right hand gently and arranging the meter back into its correct place.

The doctor finished preparing the IV and approached Y/N with it, extending the girl's left arm gently and cleaning the injection site. Y/N forced herself to keep her eyes fixed on the blue ones she loved, Matt quickly acting to cover the exposed side of her head with the palm of his free hand, creating a covering over her eyes.

The girl her breath as the doctor inserted the needle into her vein, feeling it enter centimeter by centimeter, but to her surprise, it didn't hurt as much as she expected.

"It's not that bad." The girl murmured seconds after feeling the needle not moving anymore, feeling a little relieved, blinking repeatedly in an attempt to keep the tears away.

"See? You're doing so good, my love. My brave girl." Matt smiled big, tilting his face forward and kissing her forehead gently.

As the anesthesia began to take effect, Y/N felt a tingling sensation spread throughout her body. She blinked a few times, trying to get used to the strange sensation and regain her vision, which was becoming slightly blurred.

"When did the ceiling start dancing?" Y/N asked, interrupting what Nick was reporting to the camera, her eyes fixed on the ceiling that seemed to be moving erratically.

Matt laughed softly, his hand - still on his girlfriend's shoulder - shook slightly from the action, being followed by Chris and Nick, their laughter filling the office.

"I think the anesthesia is taking effect." Chris watched in amusement, crossing his arms and approaching, his voice sounding a little distant to the girl's ears.

Y/N laughed, feeling lighter than ever, blinking slowly.

"I never thought I'd say this, but I think I'm really enjoying it." She said groggily, her voice sounding sleepy as she gave in to the anesthesia.

"Baby-" Matt began, his speech being interrupted by his own laughter, his index and thumb fingers pinching the bridge of his nose in disbelief. "What's your word, love?"

But the answer didn't come, his girlfriend having given herself over to a deep anesthesia-induced sleep.

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Y/N blinked her eyes slowly, trying to focus her vision as the haze of sleep began to dissipate. She felt groggy and disoriented, but a sense of relief washed over her body when she understood that the surgery was over. She blinked a few times, trying to take in her surroundings.

“Hi, Y/N, how are you feeling?” Nick asked in a calm tone, leaning closer to her with a gentle smile, giving space for the camera in Chris' hands to capture the moment.

Y/N turned her head towards him, blinking slowly, her mind still clouded trying to assimilate that it was Nick there with her.

"As if I'd been run over by an elephant." She murmured, her voice sounding strangely loud to her own ears, shaking her head from side to side as fast as she could, trying to stay conscious.

Matt entered the room again, having gone away for some minutes to talk to the doctor about post-surgical care, his serious face lighting up when he noticed Y/N already awake.

"Look who's back! Are you okay, sweetheart?" The boy asked, extending out his hand and reaching for hers, holding it tenderly and firmly, stroking the back of her palm with his thumb.

"I-" As soon as Y/N opened her mouth to speak, one of the gauze that sealed the right side of her mouth above her gums escaped her lips. Her eyes instantly widened, a loud sound of surprise echoing through the room. "Oh no, my tongue fell out."

"Your-" Chris began, his own laughter interrupting his sentence.

Matt turned to the camera, laughing loudly as he closed his eyes tightly, keeping his hand on his girlfriend's shoulder, trying to hide his own reaction from her.

"That's not your tongue, baby." The brunette said while still laughing, shaking his head.

"It is! They made my tongue fall out and removed my cheeks." The girl fumed, rolling her eyes nervously as she tried to cross her arms, the loud alarm sound echoing from the heart rate meter machine abruptly interrupting her action.

"Y/N, you can't take out the meter." Nick warned in a firm tone, arranging the small equipment back on her finger with his free hand.

"I'm sweating, I need to take this off. It's making me overheat." The girl spoke again, ignoring the demanding tone Nick was using, waving her arm with the IV in the air, silently indicating that she was talking about her hoodie.

"But you love wearing hoodie, pretty." Matt murmured, frowning as he leaned over her upper body, lowering her arm gently.

"Not this one! I like yours. Mine is a piece of shit." Y/N exclaimed as if it was obvious, rolling her eyes again.

The sound of Nick's loud laughter echoed off the walls of the small room, as Matt stared at her in disbelief, widening his eyes and taking them from his girl to the camera and back again.

"Here, baby." The boy sighted, taking his hand off Y/N's shoulder momentarily so that he could pull his own hoodie up, passing the piece over his arms before arranging it on the correct side, leaving his own upper body covered only by a white t-shirt. "You can have mine."

Matt stretched the hoodie over Y/N's upper body, keeping it over her own hoodie, knowing he wouldn't be able to take it off due to the IV.

"Thank you, kind sir." Y/N genuinely thanked him, opening a big and childlike smile. "Oh no, take this one off and put yours on me, Matty." She spoke again seconds later after noticing that her boyfriend's hoodie was just resting on her body.

“No way, Y/N, you have the IV.” Chris answered for Matt, briefly pointing to his best friend's left arm.

"What... Wow, what is this? Am I a toy or something?" The girl's tone came out louder than expected, her eyes widening comically as she raised her arm again, seeming to remember just at that moment the small thread that connected the needle to the anesthesia.

"It's the IV, my love. It's harmless, I promise. Does it hurt?" Matt explains gently, leaning into her slightly and squeezing her shoulder gently, drawing her attention back to him.

"No... Are they gonna fix my tongue?" Y/N returned to the first subject in a matter of seconds, lowering her gaze and focusing on the piece of blood red gauze above, now, Matt's hoodie.

"That's not your tongue, Y/N. It's just gauze. Put it back." Nick spoke this time, zooming in on the camera to catch his best friend's next reaction.

"I can't do it. There's an electrical wire connected to me." The girl remembered, rolling her eyes and raising her IV-covered arm, focusing her eyes there for a few seconds.

"Then ask your boyfriend."

"I have a boyfriend?!" Y/N turned her face towards the triplets abruptly, her eyes filling with tears within seconds as her lips trembled comically, even though she herself had been calling Matt "baby" this entire time.

"Of course you do, sweet girl. I'm right here. Remember? I'm your boyfriend, Matt." Matt quickly responded, his tone coming out as gentle as never before. He crouched on the floor, resting on his bent knees so that he was at eye level with her, giving her a genuine smile.

"Oh my God, that's awesome! You're so pretty. How did I manage to win you?" Y/N asked excitedly, raising her right hand and bringing it to her supposed boyfriend's face, cupping his right cheek lightly, feeling the skin heat up beneath her fingers.

A sound of surprise escaped Matt's lips as the heart rate monitor preacher almost stabbed into his eye, a low chuckle following soon after.

"You didn't have to win me, I was the one that had to win you, babe." The boy declared, leaning closer to her and sealing the tip of her nose for long seconds, pulling away in time to see her close her eyes and wrinkle her nose cutely. "We'll go home soon, okay? I love you, sweetheart. You were so brave."

"You love me?" Y/N exclaimed again, the tears that had been in her eyes until that moment finally spilling over and rolling down her cheeks, leaving a wet, red trail behind, her skin reacting instantly to the intense emotions.

"I do, my love. I love you very much."

Nick and Chris watched the scene with eyes full of amusement, the camera capturing every second of the couple's interaction and the muffled laughs that the two emitted behind the lens.

"So, are you comfortable on that "chair"?" Chris asked suddenly, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

Y/N snapped her head towards the youngest, opening her mouth slightly and processing his question for a few seconds.

"Yeah." The girl nodded slowly, removing her right hand from Matt's face and feeling the upholstery of the chair beneath her.

"Is it better than my gaming chair?" Nick asked then, smiling behind the camera, briefly remembering the times his best friend found refuge in his room and the two spent hours talking while she sat comfortably in his gaming chair.

"Do you have a chair?" She asked with wide eyes, tilting her head up to see Nick better, slightly pushing Matt to the side with her free hand, earning a laugh from Chris when he saw his brother almost fall completely onto the cold floor.

"Yeah, you have one, too! And so does Matt."

"I have a chair? For myself?" Her lips formed an involuntary pout, her eyes filling with tears again, the previous ones having stopped flowing only seconds before, her emotions acting on their own.

"Of course you do, baby! You study on it and play video games on my computer on it, too." Matt stated, nodding quickly as he returned to his previous position. "Now, do you remember who I am?"

Y/N turned her gaze back to Matt again, her orbs traveling over every detail of his face, her lower lip trembling slightly as her heart clenched tightly inside her chest. He was so beautiful.

"My baby, my baby-" A sob interrupted her speech, tears escaping her eyes like waterfalls. "You're my baby. I love you s-so much. You're- You're so p-pretty!"

"Yeah, sweet girl! Well done, I'm your baby, and I love you way more." The brunette replied in a bashful tone, pouting as he watched her cry like a little kid over something so simple, his own eyes welling with tears.

"You two are unbelievable." Chris shook his head, crossing his arms and looking into the camera lens with a look of "do you believe this?"

"Matty." The girl called again a few seconds later, ignoring the youngest of the triplets, closing her eyes tightly to wipe away the tears stuck in her eyelashes, her nose sniffling repeatedly. She took a deep breath and sticked her swollen tongue out of her mouth, trying to lick the tears that rested on her upper lip, even without feeling absolutely anything in the region. "I think my mouth is on its period..."

"Oh my God, baby, what?"

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"I can't feel my lips." You mumble around your gauze, glaring at him. "I can't help it." Kyle couldn't help but chuckle, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I know, that's why your dribbling everywhere. Do I need to feed you?" He offers, gently taking the spoon from your hand. "How are you feeling? Still really numb?"

"Mmhmm.." You sigh as you wrap your lips around the spoon. "It's starting to wear off... I'm not ready for the pain." You pout, getting a kiss to the nose. "And I want a blunt when the seventy two hours is up."