We’re betting that right now, some kid is having a nightmare in which they keep growing more and more teeth, endless rows of them, and the dentist has to keep twisting them out of their skull over and over again until the end of time.
With that in mind, allow us to introduce you to Ashik Gavai. Having suffered from a swollen jaw and severe pain for 18 months, Gavai, a 17-year-old student in India, finally gained access to the dental department at Mumbai’s JJ Hospital. His father was worried that his jaw pain was cancer, and technically he was right, but this particular cancer was teeth. Over 200 freaking teeth, all jammed in his mouth like he was trying to smuggle several sets of dentures through an airport security checkpoint.
“Wait a minute, Cracked,” you might be saying, “I’m no mouth bone doctor, but don’t humans normally have, like, 32 teeth?” Generally, yes. However, Gavai suffered from a rare non-malignant dental tumor known in scientific terms as a “composite odontoma,” and in layman’s terms as “a horror movie curse that turns your mouth into a tooth fountain.”
As you can probably assume, Gavai’s smackers were tightly packed, so dentists were unable to reach the extra teeth with contemporary dental tools. So, tearing a page out of our collective nightmare diary, they began the operation by chipping away at Gavai’s jaw with a hammer and chisel.
Warnings/Triggers: Nightmares, little bit of angst? But it gets fluffy :)
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
A/N: I hope this is alright, it’s not the best just kinda whipped it up but I think it’s cute. Enjoy?
He was tossing and turning. Nothing could calm his racing mind. You had thought he just couldn’t get comfortable, but when you heard a raw scream rip through Bucky’s throat you whipped your head around, worry etched on your face.
“Bucky?” Your lip slightly quivered and whimpers escaped his. You leaned over tucking a strand of hair behind your ear to see him. You softly caressed his clenched and stubbly jaw. He was gripping the now wrinkled pillow as though his life depended on it. His brow formed beads of sweat from being stuck in his terrorizing subconscious.
“Shit…baby?” His labored breathing started to frighten you. Gently, you shook him. “Bucky, wake up! Please, baby, come on.”
His eyes snapped open and he slid up the bed slamming against the headboard, clutching his chest, not realizing his metal hand engulfed your wrist. His eyes looked scared and dazed over, trying to make sense of reality. You had let out a shaky breath you weren’t aware you were holding and Bucky’s gaze turned to you. “Y/N?”
A soft expression lightened you face. “Yes, Buck, it’s me.” You spoke softly, “Can you let go of my wrist, baby?”
He looked down, horrified he’d grabbed you harshly. “I…I’m sorry…I didn’t-” he choked back a sob “…didn’t mean to hurt you.” he apologized and pulled his hand to his chest nervously.
You searched his eyes, seeing the tears form broke you heart. “Hey, sweetheart,” you hushed him and scooched over, holding him close. “It’s alright. I’m right here. Just breathe, okay? You’re safe.” You assured him. He wrapped his arms around you waist and laid his head on your stomach trying to even out his breathing.
“It was the train. I-I was falling…I was reaching for his hand but I couldn’t,” he breathed deep, “I couldn’t grab it.” He murmured, his hot breath ghosting over your abdomen.
He was holding the pillow like his life depended on it, because it did. You didn’t say anything, just held him close against you. You began to hum softly as you ran your fingers through Bucky’s thick long hair.
“Wise men say only fools rush in, but I can’t help falling in love with you. Shall I stay? Would it be a sin, if I can’t help falling in love with you?” You quietly sung, soothing him. His breath evened out and his face softened as he laid against you.
“Like a river flows, surely to the sea, darling so we go some things are meant to be,” with that, Bucky reached up grabbing your hand and placing a kiss on the top, humming the next line with you. Making you smile down at him, your heart fluttering.
“Take my hand, take my whole life, too. For I can’t help falling in love with you.” you continued to hum, as Bucky reached onto his nightstand and looked back up at you with those beautiful blue eyes of his.
He swallowed past the lump that had formed in his throat, but he was more than confident in what he was about to do. He knew you were it. You were his one and only. His darling. And he couldn’t help falling in love with you. “Doll…”
A toothy grin spread across Bucky’s face as the words spilled from his curved lips. “Marry me.”