Hanji Zoe x Reader

Tooth Ache

Request: I wonder how Hange would take care of a reader that just had their wisdom teeth removed.
Note: This is a mixture of a short fic and headcanons. I hope you enjoy! <3

Summary: When you get your wisdom teeth removed, Hanji tries her best to take care of you. Modern AU!

Warning: Mentions of blood!

"Come on, baby." Hanji says as her torso reaches over you, struggling to fasten the seatbelt. You shift your body to the left gently, trying your best to help her but the effects of the laughing gas having yet to leave your body.

All you can do is giggle, watching the messy brown hair dangling in front of you. Without realizing what's happening, a heavy weight is lifted from your body and your lungs can expand to their full capacity once again.

You look around confused, trying to understand what just happened, only to shift your eyes to the left, watching as Hanji starts the car. The sound of the engine roaring makes your heart beat slightly faster, a hint of fear rushing through your veins.

Before any words form, a warm, gentle hand brushes against your exposed thigh softly and the feeling is enough to soothe you.

Body resting against the car seat, you take your fingers towards your mouth, touching the area around it as you try to make sure everything is still there. The piece of gauze that sat in your mouth now lies in between your legs, a few blood splatters following closely behind.

"Hanji, did you give me cranberry juice?" You ask, not realizing what that hot liquid was. She holds in a laugh, eyes shifting from the road to you for a second as she reaches for a small pill bottle sitting in the cup holder.

"Not yet." She replies, handing you a decently sized pill and a small, cold box of juice. "But here, why don't you drink this?"

You grunt in annoyance but still obliged to her request, earning a bright smile in return.

The car falls silent, only the sounds produced by the vehicle fill the void. Your eyes wander outside, green leaves dance atop of the trees while an old lady's blonde hair flows around in the wind, reminding you of last night's dinner.

"Can I have some noodles when we get home?" You ask with stars in your eyes, knowing that Hanji has never once denied you anything at all.

"No, love. I'm sorry." She replies, eyes focused on the road as you enter your neighborhood. In that moment, her words felt like a knife going into your skin, destroying your heart as a consequence.

"But..." Tears form in your eyes and your bottom lip quiver.

"It's for your own good." She says, right hand squeezing your thigh before you push it away and all she does in response is sigh.

Grabbing your phone from the glove compartment, you speed dial your most recent caller. A few seconds pass before Eren answers the phone and the image that welcomes him is the desolated, groggy mess behind the screen. Tears flow down your face as you try to speak through the gauze pads in your mouth.

"Hanji won't let me eat noodles." You say, earning a quiet giggle out of the brunette driving the car. "All I want is to eat my noodles."

"It's for your own good, Y/N!" He replies, a smile on his face as he tries not to laugh. From his end, you can hear two other voices but, in your current state, you don't realize they are coming from Mikasa and Armin.

"That's what I said." Hanji replies, reaching for your phone. "Now hang up Y/N."

"NO!" You scream, pressing your body against the door and moving the device barely out of her reach. "I want to show Eren my lipstick."