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scorpiobitch95 · 3 years

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Summary: You try convince Walter to love your favorite snack throughout your years together. The best dates are shared over cereal, after all.

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Female Reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: sugary sweet fluff, implied smut — nothing graphic, snarkiness, grumpy Walter to fluffy Walter, cursing, cuteness overload.

Author's Note: I let myself get carried away with this one. I needed grumpy but sweet Walter in my life. I hope you enjoy!

Edited by myself, sorry not sorry for the errors.

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It started when you and Walter were early dating.

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“Mmmm, pause. I need a snack.” Uncurling yourself from Walter’s warm body on the couch, you made your way to the kitchen to find something to cure your hunger. You called behind you, “Want anything, Marsh?”

“Whatever you’re having... I’ll have the same.”

“Cereal it is!” You pulled the ceramic bowls from the cabinet and opened the fridge to grab the milk. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Walter’s face scrunch in confusion. “What?”

“Cereal? Absolutely not,” Walter scoffed. “Would you grab me those spicy crisps?”

“Spicy chips, coming right up.” Vernacular was the subject of an ongoing heated debate with the Brit: the great ‘Names for Snacks Debate’ was especially hostile.

Once settled back under the blanket and snuggled into his side once more, you unpaused the movie. The energy in the room shifted, you could sense that you were being watched, but you refused to look up to look at Walter’s face. The judgment coming from the bear of a man who crunched his chips beside you was glaring.

"Stop it," you told him as you kept your eyes on the movie.

Walter didn’t say a word. His eyes traveled back to the TV but kept finding their way back to you.

“Walt, what is it? Is there something on my face?” You giggled at him lightly, unsure of what was bothering him.

“You really chose that for a snack?” His face was bewildered as if you were eating a bowl of Jeep parts.

“What? Don’t tell me you don’t eat cereal as a snack.” He shook his head curtly, wearing a look of disgust. Your eyebrows crinkled together as you followed by asking, “Not even as a quick dinner?”

“Cereal is meant for one time and one place, and that’s sometimes in the mornings for breakfast. That's why they call it breakfast cereal, love. Not dinner cereal, not snack cereal... Do you also eat cereal for lunch?” He was poking fun at you now.

“No, I’m not a heathen, Walter. Here, try a bite, just trust me. It’s amazing as a movie snack.”

His eyes were wide as a grimace was sent in your direction, “You’re crazy — no one does that.”

“Plenty of people do that,” you stated matter-of-factly.

“I’m really not the biggest fan…” Walter sighed and settled further into the couch, preparing for your exasperation that he knew was soon to follow.

“WHAT. Not the biggest fan of cereal? I’m sorry, you were sheltered as a child, weren’t you? There's cereal out there for everyone, Walt. Come on, try it.” You scooped a spoonful of your sugary Cinnamon Toast Crunch and held it to him. He reluctantly obliged your wishes, eating the bite but keeping a look of pain on his face for the entire time he chewed.

"See? Delicious. Ice-cold, crunchy, sweet, perfect." A sugary grin accompanied your playful tone, and Walter shook his head again, exaggerating his distaste for having to chew such an atrocity.

"Mhm. Definitely delicious." Your goofy bear was simmering under the surface of his scouring demeanor, though he stuck his tongue out in mock disgust.

"You're not the biggest fan," you muttered under your breath and rolled your eyes for dramatic effect. "I'll show you."

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Standing in the grocery store, you and Walter were having a battle of wits, arguing on the subject of your sweet tooth.

“I’m just trying to show concern for your dental health since you obviously won’t; all that sugar isn’t good for you.” Walter stood stern with his arms crossed, unmoving and solid like a brick wall.

“I appreciate your worry, Dad, but I’m going to keep eating it because I love it. One day, I bet I’ll convince you and you’ll be eating it with me. Plus, my dental health is immaculate, my dentist said so.”

The expression on Walter's face was unwavering as his eyebrows raised in a non-verbal challenge to your declaration.

“I don’t know how you can stand to eat that crap,” he muttered, thinking you couldn’t hear him.

“Oh no, don’t you dare, you grump! I don’t get on you about your snacks, back off mine. ” Despite his unnecessary grouchiness, you placed a hand on his crossed arms and raised up on your toes to give him a soft kiss on his bearded face. “Balance, babe. It’s all about balance.” You dug your way through his arms to find his hands and you drug him a little further down the cereal aisle.

“Come on, grumbly, pick out a cereal you think you might enjoy, for experiment’s sake.”

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“Fuck, babe. I’m going to be late, we just got called out on another accident. I am so sorry… I’m not sure when I’ll be home.” Walter had been working a ton lately, and his irritation with just how much he’d been working was starting to show. The two of you had been together for a few months now and had started to grow accustomed to having the other around consistently. You both became out of sorts when you hadn’t seen each other in a while.

“Don’t even worry about it, Walter. Just be careful, please... You should still come over when you’re finished tonight, but no pressure if you’re exhausted.”

“Of course, still need to kiss you goodnight. I can’t sleep if I haven’t.”

Walter Marshall might be a grump, but that grump could make your heart flutter in ways that you’d never felt before. Maybe it was that his sweetness and his charms were completely reserved for you and you alone. His teddy bear nature only appeared when he was near you. After putting back the ingredients for dinner to save for another night, you went to change into your sweats.

Walter appeared at your front door at 12:30 that night, nearly asleep but still standing strong. You’d dozed off on the couch after his call, but were immediately energized again when you saw his beautiful form standing in your doorway.

“Hello, I’m here to have a very late night date with an incredibly beautiful woman,” Walter said, the gravel in his voice making you shiver. Despite his exhaustion, Walter managed to smile at you with one of the biggest smiles you’d ever seen him manage.

You smirked, waving him inside. “Get in here, Bear.”

Walter reached his arms out to you, inviting you into his embrace. Your arms wrapped around his thick torso and you ran your hands up and down his sweater-clad back; he melted into you and burrowed his face into your neck. Walter released an exhaustive exhale. It was heavy and forceful, as though he’d been holding it back behind a stone barricade for the entirety of his day. Warmth flooded your body as his words vibrated from his chest, “Mmm... I missed you.”

“I missed you, too. Let’s get you fed. Preferences?”

Still snuggled in your neck, he gave his reply, “Nothing heavy, please. I don’t want to fall asleep at the table. That wouldn’t make for a good date.”

“Oh Walter, we can postpone date night, you need to eat something and get to bed. It’s nearly one,” you observed gently as you leaned your head back to get a better look at his face.

“No. I came here to have a date night. I’ve been looking forward to seeing you all day. I need you.” Walter’s warm lips caressed your forehead, placing soft kisses on you. “You think you’re still up for it?”

Nodding at him sweetly, you untangled from his embrace and went to tumble through the fridge, offering out suggestions for food, but he insisted, yet again, that you don’t go to any trouble.

“Okay… you’re going to hate it, but my last option is cereal. Other than that, it’s gonna be random leftovers.” You continued moving containers around in the fridge, taking stock of what you had left from the week before.

“Actually, I think I can handle some cereal.” You whipped your head around incredulously to look and heckle him, but he gruffly interrupted, pointing a finger at you from where he sat at your kitchen table. "Don't. Don't start. It's been a brutal day, and something cold doesn't sound half bad."

You smirked in silence as you turned back and poured your bowls, dancing your hips lightly side to side. Grabbing the candles you had left out for your dinner date, you lit them and placed them gently on the table between the two of you. It was date night, after all.

“Late night cereal date, it is.” Reaching down to caress his chin, you kissed one bearded cheek before sitting beside him. Walter’s lips held a slight curl, softly smiling at your glee.

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“Love, snack break?”

The two of you were engaged in an intense game of Scrabble, one of your favorite date-night-in traditions. Nodding your head in Walter’s direction, you continued to study your letters and the board with pure focus until you heard the twinkling sound of cereal hitting ceramic.

Not wanting to draw too much attention, you peeked up from your letter rack to make sure your ears weren’t deceiving you. Walter was not just making a bowl for you, but he was also making one for himself.

No way.

Walter made his way back to the table with the cereal, and you looked up at him in shock as though you hadn’t already noticed what he’d done.

“What is this? What is this I see? Walter Marshall choosing breakfast cereal as a snack? Why, I just cannot believe it.” Mock-surprise overtook your form as you motioned fake mind-blowing explosions from your head. Walter rolled his eyes.

“I figured If I can learn to like you, I can learn to like cereal.”

“HEY.”

Walter shrugged, retaking his seat at the table.

You squinted your eyes at him as you declared, “You’re going down for that. And I don’t just mean by losing this game.” A wicked grin crossed your face when you played your double score word:

“CHEERIO”

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Walter worked a lot of graveyard shifts while you were dating and during your early years of marriage while you worked a normal 8-5. Sometimes the only moments that you could see each other were when he came home from his shift early in the mornings before you started your day or in the evenings when you got home before he left to start his.

One early morning during your engagement, Walt showed up unannounced after a hard few nights at the PD. He was worn down but happy to see you, smiling through his exhaustion. This was the longest you’d been apart in a while; you hadn't seen each other in 4 days. You kissed him, lips attacking his while his arms snaked around you and pulled you tightly to his body. He hadn’t even come into the house yet.

Pulling him inside, your hands reached up to hold his scruffy face as you placed a more gentle kiss on his lips. “Babe, have you had dinner? Let’s get you something to eat… what would you like?”

He unfastened his holster, dropping it on the table by the door. Sinking into a chair, Walter bent over to untie his boots as he answered, “Honestly, anything is fine, just some kind of food.”

“I can cook you something! Why don’t you let me —“

“Sweet, don’t go to any trouble. I just want to see you before you go to work.”

He looked at the table where you had just sat down to a bowl of cereal for a quick breakfast before he arrived and pointed lazily to it. “That, I’ll take some,” he said, sleep trying to overtake his form.

Slowly grinning at his statement, you mentioned, "Isn't this technically your dinner time?" Walter wasn’t amused as he tilted his head to look at you as you gasped playfully, “You do realize you're about to eat cereal for dinner, right, Marsh?" Too sleepy to give his verbal rebuttal, he glared at you, the corners of his lips turning up slightly, which was your signal to accept your victory and move on.

Smiling softly back at him, you made your way to pour him a big bowl and made him a cup of piping hot tea to accompany it. Watching his face as he ate, you observed the little creases and purple-gray rings that had formed around his deep ocean-blue eyes. His beard was unkempt and had grown past its normal length just in the few days you’d been apart; you could see this was a new level of exhaustion.

“Tough night?” You asked him, moving your chair closer to him.

He nodded. “Very.” The nights were becoming more strenuous recently. Ever since he had switched to the detective unit, work had been holding him hostage and was taking a toll more than he’d like to admit.

His hand reached over to squeeze the free one lying on your lap. “I’m happy to see you, love.” The hard lines on his face softened as he traced lazy circles on the back of your hand with his calloused thumb. You could see in his eyes that he meant it, that you were his safe space. Walter always was in protection mode, always on alert, even though you tried to keep him at ease when he was with you. He was only really ever at ease once he was home and you were safe in his arms.

The food began to rouse him from sleepiness, and as he gained alertness, Walter’s brow furrowed as he took notice of the cereal box sitting on the dining table. “This is the one we’re eating? I expected you to be eating more of one of those tooth-rotting cereals that you love so much.” He looked over at the box of Honey Bunches of Oats with curiosity and then back at you, lifting what you called his ‘detective eyebrow.’

“This is… surprisingly somewhat better for you? Or at least it acts like it is.”

“Oh come on, I’m not that bad. I only let you believe that I am. It is my breakfast time after all,” you winked at him knowingly.

“Good to know my words are finally starting to sink in. I mean, it’s not that much better for you,” he was reading the box now, “but at least it isn’t borderline fluorescent, like those artificial fruity ones you’re always eating.”

“You know, it’s almost like I expect the hate and just enact my deflection shield every time you walk in the door.” You started giggling, unable to keep a straight face as you threw your arms in front of your face as a shield to his words. “Don’t worry, Walt, my guilty pleasure cereal collection is well-stocked. And quit hating on my Fruity Pebbles.”

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Slowly over time, these seemingly random cereal dates became a large foundation for quality time. These dates became like snapshots, each one memorable in its own way.

When you two hadn’t seen each other in days, you caught up over a cold bowl of sugary sweetness. You, telling all the details of your days; him, quietly listening and trying his best to leave his nights behind.

From then on, all it took was knowing you could have a cereal date mixed in the chaos of everyday life. Anytime things got hard or heavy, it was time to have a cereal date. Anytime you had a fight: you both would pause and make a bowl of cereal, sitting across the table from each other so that you could speak your feelings. There weren’t many of the world’s problems, or your own, that couldn’t be solved over sugary cereal and cold milk.

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You’d dragged Walter to your shared bed as soon as he’d arrived home, having not seen him for more than a few minutes at a time for the past month. This current case of his was intense and ongoing, but he was finally finished. You knew he was defeated in energy, but you were ovulating and your hormones were raging. Your body craved his touch and the feel of his skin gliding upon your own.

The plan was to go to dinner for a romantic evening since it had been a long while since that had been possible, but as soon as he walked through the door, your feral sexuality washed over you and you jumped into his arms. You clung to him with your face in his neck, taking in his scent and the warmth of his strong arms holding you up. He clung to you just as tightly. There was no complaint from the bear, for he was more than happy to spend the evening spoiling his lover.

Cuddling in the afterglow of your countless orgasms, a storm raged outside as tree limbs slapped at your windows incessantly.

“Wow, it sounds awful out there. I know we were going out, but I think that point is moot now.” You glanced up at Walter, kissing his jaw. “Let’s just cook something easy instead.”

“That sounds great, and we can stay naked.” Walt’s eyebrows danced flirtatiously as he grinned down at you, his hands caressing your warm skin. “I’ll go hunt around so I can keep my woman energized for the night ahead. We are nowhere near done.”

He’d only been gone a minute when a crack of thunder shook the house and the lights went dark. You heard his mumbling coming from the kitchen; he had called in to get a status update from the energy company.

Walking back into the bedroom, Walter, in his naked glory, walked over to where you laid, illuminated only by the candle he held in his hand. Wow, your husband was delicious.

"Power’s out for the whole city. It’ll take hours since this storm doesn’t have an end in sight. Looks like a hot dinner is off the table… and no one will deliver in this weather. I guess we know what’s for dinner." Setting the candle on the nightstand, he crawled back into bed.

Feeling seductive, despite being completely spent from your ravenous love-making mere minutes beforehand, you still hadn’t had your fill of your husband. You bit your lip as you ran your eyes up and down his exquisite body and cheekily replied, “Me, I hope.”

He chuckled lowly, the fangs in his pearly-white smile glinting at you in the candlelight. “You? Yes. I plan to feast on you all night long, kitten. But you’re going to need some sustenance first.” He was hovering over you. You couldn’t help yourself as you reached to run your fingers along his hairy chest and wrapped a leg around his hip, pulling him closer to you.

"Make it a cereal date?" You grinned at him.

“You read my mind.”

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“Our child is going to come out looking like the Lucky Charms Leprechaun if you don’t change it up some, love.”

Your cravings were intense. You’d heard several different views from your girlfriends and sisters: some craved random things they never even liked before, and some craved more of the things that they already loved and ate religiously before pregnancy. You fell into the latter. Cereal was your most sought-after snack: a big surprise to no one.

There weren’t many cliche late-night ice cream runs, but there were plenty of cereal and milk runs. Walter was a dutiful dad already, not lecturing you too often on what you wanted; he knew you were doing what you had to for the baby, and you ate healthily enough… aside from the copious amounts of junk cereal.

True to numerous other times in your life, date nights were hard to come by, even still. Sometimes the only dates you and Walter would get were in the wee hours of the morning when you’d wake up with a craving.

Walter was extremely doting, and even though he’d always been a caretaker, he really came into his own when you both learned you were to become parents. He’d crawl from the bed without a word, rummaging in the kitchen to bring you a bowl of your favorite and even bringing a small one for himself. You two would snuggle in the bed and talk. Talk about your baby, about future babies, about the future, about your dreams, all of it. You never knew when you met the grumpy bear that he would become this sweet of a man, always tender with you even when he was rough. Maybe it was the cereal sugar that had sweetened him up, at least you’d like to think so.

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Your daughter had been in the world for a little over three weeks, and neither you nor Walter had gotten much sleep since her arrival.

Walter finally got her down to sleep while you watched from the nursery doorway. You hadn’t had a meal together or slept at the same time for more than 10 minutes in weeks.

He was standing over her crib, resting his arms on the side as he watched her sleep. He was infatuated with this tiny human who had completely taken hold of his heart.

“Honey, join me for a date?” Your smile was tired, and as your bear’s exhausted eyes met yours, you wondered if you two shouldn’t just go to bed, but you missed him. You’d barely gotten the chance to praise him for how good of a daddy he was to your little girl.

“Mhm, gladly. Our usual?” He quietly followed you to the living room, where the coffee table had already been set up with the works. Craving the feel of his touch on your skin, you both sat on the couch and you laid your legs across his lap while you enjoyed the serenity of each other’s company.

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A chill glided across your skin as you awoke from a dream. You rolled over, reaching your arms out to find your sturdy man, searching for his warmth. Instead, you found cold bedsheets.

Unlike Walter to not be in bed with a furry arm draped over you, you pulled on your robe and went to find him, a slight worry filling your mind.

Surely he would have woken me if he’d had to go in?

As you stepped into the hallway, you heard hushed giggles and whispers coming from the kitchen. You stopped to poke your head into your kids’ rooms. Their beds were empty.

At least it’s Saturday.

Quietly pitter-pattering to your kitchen, you peered your head around the corner to find one of the sweetest sights your eyes had ever seen: your two babes, 8 and 5, were playing a princess board game at the table with your Bear. Cereal by their side, giggles ensued as the sugar hit their systems and they tried their best to keep quiet.

Walter’s deep whisper quietly filled the space. “Shh, girls. We can’t wake Mum, she needs her rest.”

“Can I have more Cap’n Crunch, Daddy?” Your youngest had an insatiable sweet tooth, just like her mama. She was quietly bouncing in her chair and smiling a toothy grin at her daddy.

“You’re just like your mum,” Walter beamed at her, obliging her wishes. “Just a little more, love, then we need to brush our teeth and get back to sleep.”

Not wanting the girls to know that you knew about their secret, you decided to make your way back to bed, but not before catching your husband’s eye as he winked at you and a grin radiated from his face.

Warm tingles filled your body as you silently thanked the universe for Walter and the life that the two of you had built together. Walter was the best dad and husband in the world. How had you gotten so lucky?

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“Cinnamon Toast Crunch or Golden Grahams, love?” Walter called to you from the kitchen.

The movie was selected, the kids were away for the evening sleeping at friend’s houses, and you and Walter were having a much-deserved night in.

You called back to him, “I’m thinking I’m going to skip the cereal? I’m not really feeling it tonight. I will, however, eat the spicy chips. Oh, and grab that dip out of the fridge, will ya?”

“For the last time, they are crisps.” Annoyance was evident by his tone.

“They’re chips, Walter. You’ve lived in the states for how long now? Just give it up already.”

“No fucking way. Wait… You don’t want cereal? Are you feeling alright?” Walter’s head popped into the doorway that connected the kitchen to the living room, his face stern with confusion and concern.

“Ehh, not right now. Yes, I’m fine, Marsh,” you giggled. “Just feeling like something different for once.”

“Well, that’s shocking. I’m just wondering if you’re really my wife.” Giggles continued to flow out of you as he wandered back to where you were seated. He handed you your snack, and plopped on the couch next to you, cuddling into you as you tossed a blanket over both of your bodies. Walter started the movie and began to chow down on the bowl of cereal he’d made for himself. You couldn’t control the smirk that spread across your lips as you watched him out of the corner of your eye.

“What?” he asked, his mouth full of the golden and cinnamon squares. His eyes met yours, questioning you.

“I would just like to point out that I knew I could convince you.”

His brow furrowed in confusion, not sure what you meant. “Convince me of what?”

“That cereal is the best movie snack.”

“I don’t know if I’d say it’s the best…”

“Walt, I’m sitting here with your previous favorite movie snack in my hands, and you totally skipped over it and went for cereal. I’m just saying, I told you so. It’s okay, I’ve known I was right all along, you don’t have to admit it.”

“Hmm.” He growled, mouth full again as he ignored your statement.

“Give me a bite!” You pressed closer to him, reaching for his spoon as he angled his body and cereal away from you.

“Oh no, nice try. You tease, you don’t get any.”

“Fine, grumpy, I’ll go make my own. Keep watching, I’ll be back.”

Shuffling to the kitchen, you proceeded to grab a bowl and make your own, but you found both cereal boxes empty on the counter. Quickly turning to check your special cereal cabinet for a backup box, you discovered you were completely out.

“WALTER! Are you fucking kidding me? We just bought those!” Standing with your arms crossed in the doorway, you glared at Walt as he stared back at you unfazed.

“I hate to break up your gloating, but you created this monster, love. And don’t forget about our two other little monsters who take after you.” His grin was cocky; he knew he’d bested you. Laser beams could have been shooting from your eyes for all you knew. You shook your head in disbelief at the audacity of your husband.

That bastard. That beautiful bastard.

Walter smiled softly at you and motioned for you to rejoin him on the couch. Much to your dismay, your anger at him diffused immediately. “Love, I’ll go buy more first thing in the morning. Here, come and share mine. I’ll be nice… it is date night, after all.”

* I do not own Walter Marshall, Nomis, Night Hunter, or anything related to it.

#Walter marshall #Walter marshall x you #nomis #night hunter #Henry cavill #henry cavill fanfic #cereal dates #scorpiobitch95 #jill writes #fluff #Walter fluff

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a-bang-for-your-bucky · 3 years

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I don't know if your requests are open (or of you do them) but I was wondering if you could do something with the reader having to go to the dentist and bucky going with to comfort them because the reader has a fear of the dentist?

Hi nonny! I hope this is what you were looking for!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Anxiety, mentions of anxiety attack symptoms, the dentist.

AN: This is pure fluff. There isn't even a single curse word. I love Bucky so much and I have missed writing him. I pictured TFATWS!Bucky but there is no physical description of Bucky.

The Dentist.

You hated the dentist. Ever since you were a child you had a fear of going. The horror stories from your friends growing up was enough to have to you steer clear. You did your best to keep your teeth healthy, only having to go in for cleanings every six months.

Things changed when you started having a toothache. It started out small, minor, no big deal. At least, that is what you told yourself. Your were cuddled up on the couch watching your favorite show, with an ice pack on your jaw. Bucky walked in, immediately noticing. Hiding things from him was usual for you. You were his best friend, apart from Steve.

"Hey, doll. What's with the ice pack?" He asked, taking a seat next to you. You looked horrified, dropping the pack.

Scrambling for words, you stuttered out, "Its nothing, Buck. Just a little sore." You lied. You hated how the words came out and Bucky seemed to pick up on it.

"Please, you are clearly in pain. Don't lie to me." Bucky pleaded, wanting to help you.

With a sigh, you knew you couldn't keep it from him any longer, so you told him. "Fine. My tooth has been killing me. But I cant go to the dentist." You shook your head.

Bucky looked at you with concern in his blue eyes. "Honey, you gotta go. It could get worse." You knew bucky was right, but that nagging fear inside you was stronger. It made your anxiety skyrocket. The very thought of stepping into that cold, sterile office makes your skin crawl.

"I can't, Bucky! I-I- The dentist- I--" You tried to explain, but your breath was coming harder, and your chest was starting to hurt. Bucky recognized the signs and knew. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly. He whispered soothing words, just as you had doen for him in the past.

"I will go with you. Be with you every step of the way." Bucky promised, "And I'll beat up anyone who causes you pain." The last part made you laugh, as you snuggled closer into his side.

Bucky sat close as you called and made the appointment. They could squeeze you in the same day. He encouraged you to take the appointment, knowing if you waited, you would back out.

Bucky drove, knowing you were way too nervous. He held your hand walking inside the office. You checked in with ease, and took a seat. Your knee bounced with anxiety, but Bucky placed his hand on your knee, his touch relaxing you. Bucky looked at you with adoration. You were facing your fear and he would be right there with you.

They called you back, and you wanted to run. Bucky took your hand and explained to the nurse that he needed to come with you. With your consent, they let him back.

After a long visit, it seemed that you would need to have a tooth pulled. They went ahead and scheduled you for one week. You were terrified, but you knew, Bucky would hold your hand every step of the way.

#kat answers #kat writes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #james buchanan barnes x reader #reader insert fanfiction

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taehoneycheeks · 3 years

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Spilling Truth

"After your tooth surgery, the anesthesia started to show its effects a little too well"

Pairing: Yoongi × reader

Genre: tooth-rotting fluff, relationship!AU

Warning: pg_13

Word count: 1.5k

Credit : @taehoneycheeks ©️

Your tooth was killing you and you couldn't do anything. It has been three days since your wisdom tooth started aching and now it was beyond comparison. The pain was quite intense. Your gums were swollen indicating that your tooth was trying to break through your mouth and honestly you wanted nothing else. You had pain in your jaw and difficulty opening your mouth.

You had tried everything to make the pain go away. Rinsed your mouth with salt water, used peppermint essential oil, tea tree oil, crushed garlic, even rubbed whiskey to the surface of your gum to dull the pain but nothing lasted for more than an hour.

Right now it was morning of the fouth day and you couldn't take it anymore so you finally thought telling your -oh so ignorant- boyfriend about your problem. So you put some clover oil on a piece of cotton and tucked it between your teeth and went to the living room where he was lounging on the sofa, still wearing his blue pj's.

"Oongi!" you said, pronouncing his name all wrong because of the pain and the cotton.

"What?" he asked, looking confused, all while knowing your problem.

"I feed to see a dockur" you rambled making him snort.

"Oongi!! I need to see a dockor" you tried again speaking most of the words correctly. He laughed this time and said-

"You are saying that 'you need to see a doctor' right?" he replied and you nodded too quickly which made your jaw hurt.

"Alright, I'll book an appointment for this afternoon and then we can go see the doctor together okay?" he stated and you said a quite okay and then went back to your shared bedroom to have some rest. After a while you heard Yoongi's faint voice talking to someone on the phone. He came in the room after a few minutes, all changed, wearing a pair of black jeans and his black jacket.

"Hey" he said leaning against the door "I booked an appointment for 1 p.m. so be ready and don't sleep in" he ordered sarcastically and you gave a quite 'hmm' in response.

Now you were sitting on the passenger seat and Yoongi was driving to the doctor's clinic while grumbling about how you couldn't tell him about your problem at once when it started.

"How could you be so irresponsible when you knew about your tooth!" he said and you groaned and rolled your eyes. As if you would have reacted you thought.

After half an hour of complaining, both of you finally reached the clinic where luckily you were just in time for the appointment. You said your greetings to the doctor and she asked you to sit on the seat while beginning her observations.

"There has to be a surgery. Because of your tooth, your gums are very swollen and if we don't take the tooth out, the results could be fatal" she commented after her examination and just by hearing the word 'surgery' your blood ran cold.

You looked at Yoongi and he gave you a thumbs up for reassurance which didn't help at all.

Yoongi was dismissed from the room and a dose of anesthesia was given to you to numb the pain in your gums. The surgery took upto thirty minutes and now your tooth was removed and a cotton bud was attached to your jaw to help soak the saliva. The only thing was that the anesthesia had started to show its after-effects on you.

Your mind felt like it was filled with fog and you were feeling loopy and groggy but somehow extremely relaxed. The doctor discharged you after the surgery and you were asked to sit down while Yoongi was talking to the doctor. After that, he immediately held you by the waist and guided you both to the car where he made you sit in your seat and then crossed the car to reach the driver's seat.

"The doctor said that you will feel a little loopy because of the anesthesia but after a good sleep and drinking lots of water you will be good again" he said while sitting in his seat.

"A little!" you giggled "I feel a lot loopy" you laughed emphasizing the word 'lot'. Yoongi looked at you bewildered, then he shook his head and said "yeah I can see that" then he reached for your seat belt which you must have forgot to buckle.

He looked so handsome with his black hair parted at sides and his pink lips drawn in a thin line looking so focused and exceptionally stunning.

"I have such a handsome boyfriend" you marveled, drool sliding down your chin due to the cotton in your mouth, and he smiled at your comment averting his eyes to meet yours. Then he sat back and buckled his seat.

The drive back was as quite as the ride before except this time Yoongi kept glancing towards you to check on you and every time your eyes met, he snapped his head away with a small smile on his face like a teenager who has a crush.

When you both reached your driveway, he unbuckled your seat belt and first he got out of the car then he himself opened the door for you to come out, which happened on very rare occasions. Then he hooked his hands on your waist and lead you forward.

"YOONGI!! where are you! my BABY!" you shouted as you entered your living room.

"Aish! I am here no need to shout" he said while holding his hand close to his ears.

"My baby! you are looking so cute today!" you beamed and jumped to hug him making a slight blush creep up to his cheeks. "This is just because of the anesthesia, don't act weird" he said while getting out of the hug and going to the kitchen.

"No my baby! you are looking super handsome today with that leather jacket and soft hair" you sighed still smiling making him blush more.

"You are saying these cheesy stuff just because your mind is foggy, go sit on the sofa" he ordered and you obliged. After a while he came in and sat next to you and gave you a glass of water which you drank happily. You saw him grab a tissue paper and bringing it to your chin to wipe off some drool which you didn't notice was there. Then he was again on his phone, probably checking for any new updates.

"Yoongi" you said a little while later to which there was no response "Yoongi!" you tried again and this time he gave you a 'hmm' in response without looking from his phone.

"I love you" you said while watching him with rapt attention. He met your eyes and you could see a dark pink shade of blush forming in his pale skin.

"I am so lucky to have you in my life" you said cheerfully and now his face was bright red and he was blushing.

"Are you blushing?!" you asked "n-no it's just a little hot in here" he said and his little stammering was enough to confirm you doubt.

"Oh Yoongi" you said scooting over to him and wrapping yourself around his arm "I love it when you show your emotions" you mumbled "please never change" you said while closing your eyes.

You felt yourself being lifted up and when you opened your eyes you saw him carrying you bridal style to your bedroom.

"You know, usually the husband carries his wife like this to their honeymoon suite" you commented and Yoongi immediately stopped dead in his tracks and stared at you with big eyes and you just laughed at him and closed your eyes and snuggled closer in his chest.

After a while he again started to walk and when he entered your room, you slowly opened your eyes and saw a big smile on his face and a little blush on his cheeks and you were sure that your comment made a huge effect on him.

He slowly laid you on the bed and tucked you in the covers. Then he closed the lights and started to exit the room. You were sure you heard a faint i love you jagi but until then you were already drifting to sleep.

You slowly woke up from your sleep and saw the time. It was almost night. You crept out of your room and heard dishes clattering in the kitchen so you went there and saw Yoongi preparing the dinner.

Your head was throbbing with pain and you groaned which caught his attention. "How was your sleep?" he inquired. You reeled through your mind to remember when you fell asleep but couldn't remember anything.

"Baby...I had pain in my tooth then I told you about it and then we went to the dentist then she did some surgery on it but i don't remember anything after that" you said which made Yoongi smile and he said-

"Oh you would love to know".

A/n: Heya! How are you guys doing? Thank you so much for reading my little piece of work. I saw this prompt on Google and immediately thought of our ever sarcastic Yoongi blushing and just went for it. Please ignore any typos or mistakes. Hope you liked it!

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 5 years

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3. Spicy Little Thing

Erik had tugged off the blue plastic glove so he could feel. The fingertips of his right hand strolled down the smooth winding curves of her twists which started with a deep natural off black near the root and faded into a warm and inviting chestnut. This hair was meant to play in and the way it coiled.. It was teasing him.

"You're not shy, but your hair is," he chuckled watching it curve and curl around and away from his finger. He could do this all day.

"Maybe it doesn't like you," she muttered. The thought hadn't crossed his mind.

Now he was irritated that she'd made him think of something like that. He was tempted to grab her hair in his fist and pull it out in a hard tug. It would take a few pulls. He could picture in his mind putting his entire weight into pulling just for bits of her scalp to come with it. That wasn't at all what he wanted.

Blinking, he was able to transport himself back into the happy place he was in before she'd ruined it with her unnecessary comment. He felt his entire body relax and he exhaled and closed his eyes, moving his head side to side to stretch his neck.

His fingers continued gently through her hair.

From chestnut, the smooth twists faded yet again to a sandy summer blonde. It wasn't Becky blonde, which he appreciated. It was a natural, soft blonde that remained in the brown family.

"Usually, styles like this.. have extensions.. but I can't find an indication that you're wearing any." His fingers couldn't find a knot, but it was too pretty to unravel just to see if he'd have a hand full of unattached hair.

"I like this," he murmured, lost in the softness of her twists. The texture was smooth, the strands held a slight dull sheen, and it was curly yet kinky. It was perfect.

He put his nose to it and it smelled like sweet blueberries. His eyelids fluttered shut as he inhaled deeply, breathing out in ecstasy. He wanted to eat her hair, but he knew that would be completely impractical.

"Mm.. That's fuckin good. What you use on this," he asked, both hands in her hair squeezing and slightly pulling. "Smell good as shit.."

He waited for her response getting nothing. He hated to let go of her soft and squishy twists just to get a response. So he didn't. He pulled harder.

"I didn't catch that. What products did you use on this?"

She sighed, "Curls Control Jelly."

"And that's what makes it smell like blueberry?"

Again she sighed, this time moving her head. "Well on the fuckin label it say Blueberry Bliss so I'd assume that would make it smell like blueberries.. but I'm no rocket scientist."

"You kinda zesty," he chuckled finding her humor intriguing. "I like my women a little feisty."

"Oh I definitely ain't your woman. You done fucked that up." Her head shook lightly as she spoke. It was the only real way she could express her attitude since everything else was tied. He walked around to her right side to face her head on. He wanted the full impact of what she was saying. She had attitude written clearly on her sweet features.

"Spicy little thing.. Yeah, I like that," he grinned watching her top lip curl in a mild snarl. "That's sexy. Keep it up."

Her eyes rolled as she looked away, out the thick plexiglass window ahead.

He was mildly disappointed. All that just to check out. He liked her fire.

"You done already? No 'fuck you'? I thought I'd at least get a 'go to hell'."

She turned back suddenly looking him square in the eye before shooting a large wad of spit in his face. It landed clean on his nasal bridge and he blinked in surprise. She was quick.

He stood to snatch a Kleenex from the decorative blue box that sat on the countertop near the computer. She was watching him with a smug expression and he had a feeling she'd try it again.

"You proud of yourself for that, I can tell." A few wipes with the Kleenex and Erik had to discard it for a different one.

"You brought that on yourself," she smirked.

"Hm." From his silver cart, he picked up a green condiment along with the gadget he'd brought into the room, turning it over in his palm. "That reminds me.. I brought you a little somethin-somethin."

He whistled, hiding both objects behind his back as he came up from behind to move back to his position on her right side.

"You excited? Of course you are." Holding out his left hand, he presented the plastic device first watching her green eyes go wide.

"Hell nah," she yelled shaking her head, but she didn't have a choice. He kissed his teeth in annoyance, fiddling with the cheek retractor in his palm.

"You being hella ungrateful shorty. Chill the fuck out... Seems like you already know what this is though, good for you."

"Nah nah nah, nigga I don't know what you th-"

"You ain't see the best part. I got this wasabi," he smirked revealing the green paste and a q-tip on his right hand. She looked like her breath had been stolen. "That's the face I wanted. Take your breath away don't it?"

Swiping the wasabi onto the cheek and lip part of the retractor, he positioned it at her mouth which was now tightly shut and denying entry. Her eyes held worry and she turned her head.

"Open up, Ivy. You don't wanna see me angry. I get rough when I'm angry."

She whined, but he waited patiently and her lips slowly parted.

"Good girl."

Guiding the retractor into her mouth, he inserted it behind one cheek and then the other. Instantly her mouth was stretched open, her cheeks were pushed back, and her lips stretched away from the two rows of white teeth which stood front and center. Her whining increased, accompanied by tears. It was the intense spiciness of the wasabi burning the membranes in her mouth and the strong scent making her eyes water, a fitting and entertaining punishment. He watched, content in her suffering.

"That's what happens to little smart asses who like to spit. I can do this all day."

The drool was thick and watery, dripping down her chin. He looked to the box of Kleenex and back to her pleading green eyes, raising his brows in question.

"Tissues? ..You wanted the Kleenex?" He pointed looking back and forth between her and the blue box sitting on the counter.

"Help yourself, it's for patients! Hm? You change your mind? Ohhhh!... That's right, you can't move! Damn," he snapped crossing his arms and shaking his head. "That's a shame. You droolin and shit. Not a good look."

He gave it another few seconds before he leaned in close to her face. She was sweating just a little bit.

"I don't hear you talking anymore."

Her hopeless whimper was response enough. He grabbed the suction to suck up some of the lake that had accumulated in her wide open mouth. He didn't need her to choke.

"Since we're here.. I may as well go ahead and take care of those cavities. Let me just grab a few cotton balls."

"HHHHHHN!!" She shook her head quickly, her eyes wild, but again, she had no choice in the matter.

"Yess, let's fill those nasty holes of yours."

"Hhh?!"

He suctioned out more of her neverending production of drool before pulling his drill. She flinched when he turned it on and he gribbed her chin, holding it still.

"Don't move if you wanna keep all these big pearly whites. My hand is steady, but it can slip." The low buzz of the drill was like music to his ears.

He drilled the decay away, glancing up every now and then to see tears slipping from her eyes.

"Almost done. You're doing great."

The drill turned off and she exhaled, her chest sinking.

"Applying the adhesive... and now the air. Your teeth may feel a little sensitive, but bare with the pain."

Using the air syringe, he blew the air to dry the teeth watching her cringe, her eyes squinted.

"More adhesive. This is protocol."

He took the small curing light and shined it on the tooth to harden the adhesive. It gave a satisfying beep. He repeated the process with the other tooth.

"Now for the magic," he smiled retrieving his syringe and placing it on the prepped teeth. "Injecting the composite filling. It's more expensive but it's more natural. Wouldn't wanna fuck up these big pretty teeth with a silver patch."

He packed down the fillings and smoothed them before curing them with the light once more. The next thing to do was polish. The affected teeth looked good as new. He was impressed with his own work. He removed the cheek retractor allowing her to spit out the cotton ball, stretching and closing her mouth at will.

"How's your bite? Is it comfortable or do I need to shave it down?"

She swallowed and took a breath while he waited for her response. This time she answered flat out.

"No, it's fine."

"Just fine?" Maybe he had to go back in afterall.

"No, it's great! It's great, see," she bit down a few good times and it was good enough to convince him. He knew he'd done it perfectly. He was a great dentist.

She sighed and his eyes automatically went to her torso which was tied. She was top-heavy and every time she breathed like that, her titties would move along with her chest. They were stashed away, hidden by her shirt however. His eyes trailed to her legs.

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Ivy wondered what the hell Dr. Stevens could possibly be looking at. She'd left work and headed straight to her appointment so she was wearing a white cardigan, a white sleeveless shirt, capris, and the sandals that she'd driven in because her four-inch heels were fatiguing her arches and she'd walked in them all the way to her car.

"Crimson on black skin is something I'll never get over," he muttered swiping his fingers over her ankle before walking them up her leg to her knee, which was covered. She wanted to yank it away, an uncomfortable feeling chilling her entire body.

She was still trying to process the fact that he'd actually filled both of her cavities. She didn't want her mind to drift too far to the dark possibilities of what he could be planning because she didn't want to manifest it. She hoped that after he did whatever weird thing he planned to do, he'd let her go. She'd leave and never look back.

He left her side again to go to that God forsaken cart out of her view and when he returned, he sat on his stool. He had a glass bottle of Voss water and was just.. drinking it. She started to say something smart, but recalled the punishment.

"You thirsty?" He held out the glass bottle, this time putting it closer to her mouth and tilting it gently giving her a sip. She spit it out immediately causing him to cough, doubled over in laughter.

"That's a shame. You know better than to trust me by now." He shook his head, a delighted grin plastered on his face. It was straight vodka in that glass bottle. He put it back to his lips and took a long swig before putting the lid back on it and returning it to the cart.

"Can't believe you actually took what the fuck I offered you. That tranquilizer must still be working on your brain. I thought you was smart... what if it was poison?"

"You wouldn't have given me poison. That wouldn't entertain you." He seemed more sadistic than that unfortunately.

"Look at you trying to gain IQ points!" He slow-clapped and Ivy rolled her eyes biting her tongue.

"Is that attitude I see? Been waiting on that girl to come back, I like playing with her. Let's get a good look at them eyes of yours."

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ineedrelationshipadvice · 6 years

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My gf doesn't remember the last time she's been to the dentist and i (f) confronted her about it, saying i don't to risk anything. Now shes upset at me but she understands why im concerned. I went to other people online (These people definitely were not professional but most my irl friends are also her friends and i don't want them to tell her about it and worry her even more)

WELL, speaking as an unprofessional asshole who just needed a root canal because I haven't had the money to afford the dentist in like four years, THIS QUESTION IS KINDA RELEVANT TO MY CURRENT LIFE CIRCUMSTANCE.

Anyway, I think an the biggest thing to take away from this situation is WHY does your girlfriend not go to the dentist, or why has she not seen the dentist? As I've just said for myself, the reason I didn't go to the dentist in a long time is I literally couldn't. My finances don't afford that luxury, and I got booted off of insurance because I literally couldn't afford it and Trump decided to let Obamacare writhe into death (MAGA, my dudes). Becoming destitute is a pretty good reason not to do something; it's not ideal, but hopefully you see why I wouldn't go personally. Only when my situation became dire (my tooth dies forever) did I finally need to visit the dentist, and so I did. It's not great for my finances, but hey, better than losing my tooth or being in pain.

What is HER reason for not going? Is she also struggling with money? Is she uninsured, or under-insured, so she's worried about the cost? This is a fair reason, and unless you're going to pay her to visit the dentist (I don't think you should do that), then you can't really hope to change her mind some. Beyond trying to ask her to save up some money to visit the dentist, you don't have a lot of leeway here.

Is she scared of the dentist? Dental fear is a valid problem for a lot of people, and it is sometimes completely out of the person's control for why hey have that fear or anxiety to visit the dentist. If this is the case, the best options here are reminding them the health needs related to the dentist, helping them find a dentist that would suit them that you both can trust, and perhaps even asking them to seek out a therapist to see if there are any underlying reasons why this fear or anxiety is manifesting in your partner.

Is she just stubborn or anti-medicine about the whole affair? Does she have the whole, "MY TEETH ARE FINE, SO I DON'T EVEN GOTTA WORRY ABOUT THEM" attitude? That's a fine opinion to have, of course, but it's not based in reality, and thus not a good argument for her to hold. Part of the harsh reality is you might not really be able to change her mind if your partner is really dug in on this issue. If she just really doesn't want to visit the dentist, then not much you can say will probably convince her. All that means is that eventually she's going to get hit with a really severe issue one day (like me), and she's going to have to suffer a lot, and deal with a lot of problems. If she is not the type that is easily convinced, then sadly, you may just have to wait for this mistake to manifest itself.

Okay, but what CAN you do in this situation? One thing is making sure at very least she's maintaining good dental hygiene. Basically, you're playing dentist for her. You may not be a professional, and your advice is not gospel. But let's be real, if she at least does what you say, and follows good general advice, it would prevent any horrific problems from being life-alteringly terrible. AND YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS! IT'S TIME FOR A CRASH COURSE IN DENTISTRY, FROM YOUR UNFRIENDLY RELATIONSHIP ADVICE DUDE ON THE INTERNET WHO IS NOT A DENTIST AND SHOULD NOT BE TRUSTED AT ALL BECAUSE HE JUST GOT A ROOT CANAL BUT HEY IT'S THE ONLY PROBLEM HE'S HAD IN SIX YEARS SO HE MUST BEING DOING SOMETHING RIGHT.

BRUSH YA FUCKIN' TEETH ASSHOLE. Hey, wowie, I bet you didn't know this, but brushing your teeth removes gross shit off them, meaning that gross shit doesn't rot your fucking teeth like some fuckin' monster. Don't be an idiot and brush your teeth. At least once per day is basically mandatory. Twice a day is better than 90% of the population. And if you brush your teeth after every meal, you're basically a god.

FLOSS. Yeah, I know, who the fuck flosses. I certainly don't. But that's because I'm an idiot. Don't be me and get a root canal: FLOSS. Regardless of what your toothbrush or toothpaste commercial on tv says, toothbrushes can't reach between your teeth. Flossing at least once a day (again, bonus points for twice a day) clears out all the gunk in hard to reach places between your teeth. This is the high risk stuff, because since it never gets cleaned out, it can build up over time. If it builds up, it makes your teeth icky and gross. But if it builds up a LONG TIME, it turns into plaque, which is basically the same icky stuff but turned into cement on your teeth, meaning only a dentist can get it off with proper tools. We're trying to avoid that, so FLOSS.

BRUSH CORRECTLY. Yes, there is a right way to brush your teeth. Take your brush, start at the bottom of your teeth (near the gums), and brush upward, then downward, then up again. Do this for all the teeth, the whole way into the back of your mouth. Then, do the inside of your teeth in the same fashion. Finish off by brushing your tongue if you're feeling really saucy. Dentists say brushing for two full minutes is ideal. So put on your favourite song and just jam out while brushing your teeth; when the song ends, you're done!

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WATCH YOUR BRUSH. Toothbrushes are a dime a dozen, and I'm sure someone smarter than me can tell you what the perfect toothbrush is. But as we already said, as long as you're brushing your teeth consistently, the tools don't matter as much. That being said, make sure your brush is right for YOU. Ideally it needs to be the right texture - some like it soft and some like it more brittle. It also should be new-ish. If you look at your brush, and you see the majority of the bristles getting all frayed, then it's time to invest $2 into a new brush. Electric toothbrushes are fancy, but a normal toothbrush will do you just fine.

BE CAREFUL OF SUGAR. The big concern with tooth decay, which is the real nasty problem you'll have at a dentist, is sugar in your diet. Sugar is in a LOT of things, but that sugar gets in your mouth, and on your teeth, and bacteria that cause decay LOVE the stuff. Consider not drinking as many sodas, or eating as many sweets; the more sugar you cut out of your diet, the less likely it'll be in your mouth, and the less likely you'll have decay. If that's not really an option for you, instead focus on keeping your mouth as clean as possible. If you drink a soda, drink some water alongside it, to make sure you're washing away excess sugar.

KEEP AN EYE ON SENSITIVE TEETH. Some people have sensitive teeth, ones that respond to heat and cold. Some people also have sensitive teeth in general, where even brushing them can be a little painful or irritating. The culprits we're looking for are teeth at are sensitive particularly to heat or cold. Sometimes teeth are just sensitive, and this is totally normal. But sensitivity to heat or cold can also be a sign of a cavity. If you notice that one tooth is bothering you consistently when you have a nice cold drink or nice yummy food, KEEP AN EYE ON IT.

PAIN IS BAD. Wowie, bet you didn't know that suffering isn't fun. But real talk, if your teeth hurt, you don't have an option. You need to go to the dentist if your tooth hurts. Any pain in your mouth is bad, and the sooner it's addressed, the better. No excuses at that point.

THAT’S THAT! Also, there are a fuck-ton of anime teeth brushing gifs, so Don’t mind me while I link some others I didn’t have room to use.

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