Paring: Dentist!Kylo Ren x Reader
Warnings: um.. dentists? general doctor stuff?
Word Count: 1,048
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You're squirming a little in the chair of the dentist's office. The cold leather is permeating your jeans, cooling your skin and causing goosebumps to rise on the sensitive skin of your arms, which are wrapped around yourself out of anxiety. You've never liked the dentist, but you wouldn't go as far as saying you have a phobia. However, you're starting with a new dentist, which always seems to freak you out.
You're waiting patiently, but after 10 minutes alone in the sterile room, you get antsy. You contemplate peeking your head out the door and seeing if anyone knew how long you'd be waiting, but you don't get the chance because the door cracks open and an extremely tall man slips through it. His eyes are focused on the manilla folder resting in his large hand, and his thin-framed glasses have slipped a bit down his nose.
You look him up and down quickly, noticing how the button up he's wearing under his white jacket is clinging to his form, hinting at a wide, muscular torso under its dark blue fabric. Your eyes trail down his figure, across his long, sinewy legs that are clad in light grey slacks, hugging his form in a way that flatters his build. Your eyes return to his face, examining how his hair waves perfectly to create a dark, shiny mane that frames his face and brings out the deep brown of his eyes.
He looks up at you finally, and nearly catches you staring, but your eyes dart away just in time and he walks steadily toward the counter, covered in dental equipment and such, grabbing a light-blue, fabric face mask and swiftly fastening it on himself. He appears at your side moments later and greets you with a warm 'hello', before pulling up a rolling chair and taking a seat beside you.
"My name is Doctor Ren, and I assume you're Y/N?" You nod, noticing how wide your eyes are, looking at this man who has barely spoken 2 sentences to you, but has already got you feeling nervous. It's because he's a dentist, and you're afraid of dentists, you tell yourself. "Alright, well, you've already had your teeth cleaned by my assistant, so I'm just going to do a quick look around and see if there are any problem areas. Before I start, have you experienced any pain or sensitivity since your last visit with a dentist?" You shake your head and he chuckles a little. "Do you speak, miss Y/L/N?" You blush a little, realizing that you still haven't said a word.
"Yes, doctor. I'm sorry, I'm a little anxious around dentists and, well, doctors in general." He nods in understanding and reaches to grab his tiny mirror on a stick.
"I get it. I was too, until I became one." You smile and lean back in the chair, gripping the armrest of the chair a little harder when you feel the leather chill your back through the fabric of your shirt. You shiver slightly and he pauses, making you think you've done something wrong that you haven't realized.
"Oh, um, w-what's wrong?" He simply gets up and bends down to open one of the cabinets beneath the counter, pulling out a thick, knitted cardigan that's 4 sizes bigger than you.
"I know it's cold in here, so I figured I'd offer you a complementary dentist-sweater." You smile and nod before he brings it over to you. You slip it on and snuggle into the soft fabric, instantly feeling less nervous and protected against the bite of the cold air. "Good?" He asks. You can hear the smile on his lips, and you nod happily.
He asks you to open your mouth, and you oblige before he takes his little dentist tools and does the usual routine, looking and poking around in there. A little over 30 seconds later, he confirms that you're free of cavities on the visible parts of your teeth, and leaves for a minute to go inspect your x-rays for any suspicious areas between them.
Once you're alone, you snuggle into the sweater and quickly get lost in your thoughts. You think about the way he smelled of cinnamon and something earthy, and how gentle he was, knowing you were nervous. You think about how swiftly he moved, despite his towering size, and how he looked so firm, yet very delicate. However, your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the click of the door sounding as he closed it behind him once in the room again.
He made his way back over to you, writing down some short notes on what you assume is paper work about you, and you simply observe him. The mask is now gone, and his glasses are once again half way down his nose, and you just want to reach up and gently push them up. Though, once you imagine the look on this complete stranger's face reacting to this, and push that idea away.
He rips a slip of paper off a small pad and hands you a box of strange toothpaste. "This is a prescription toothpaste with more fluoride in it than the usual type. It'll help the slight decalcification beginning to show in your canines. Other than that, your teeth are perfectly healthy." You smile and take the box and prescription from him before moving to take off the sweater. "Oh, no, keep it." You shoot him a quizzical look, and he simply smiles.
"But, it's yours.." He casts his eyes to the floor as his smile widens.
"You can give it back later." He pointedly looks to the paper in your hand, and when you follow his gaze, you see his first name and a phone number written on the corner where some excess space from the top of the pad is. You blush and bite your lip to suppress the grin that's trying to fight its way onto your face.
"I'll make sure to, Kylo." He smiles and gestures to the door, escorting you back to the front office, where you're meant to schedule your next appointment for 6 months in the future. Though, you have a feeling there won't be that much space between now and when you visit next.
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