timothée chalamet imagines

wisdom teeth

all timothée's pov

-flashback-

"Nervous?" I pulled into a parking spot.

"No." y/n said.

"Yeah, you are."

"Okay and? You're not the one getting four teeth ripped out of your mouth."

"Relax, relax."

She took a deep breath. "Let's just go inside already, I want to get this over with."

We got out of the car and went into the orthodontist. "Y/l/n for 2:30." she told the receptionist.

She got checked in and we waited in the waiting room. At 3:00 they called her name.

"You'll be alright."

"I'm scared, what if they put me on laughing gas? I don't want to embarrass myself."

"I'll make sure you don't do that, okay?"

"Thank you." she sighed and gave me a kiss.

"I love you."

"I love you too." she smiled and walked toward the back rooms.

-end of flashback-

It was a just past 4:15 when someone called my name. "Mr.Chalamet?"

I looked up from my phone. "Yes?"

"She's all done."

I got up from the chair and followed the dental assistant into a room, y/n sitting in the chair.

"Hi." I smiled down at her.

"Hi." she grinned and closed her eyes.

I turned to the orthodontist who had just finished removing y/n's wisdom teeth.

"She's on a lot of numbing medicine and high on laughing gas because the first dose wouldn't put her to sleep," he said "you'll want to feed her soft foods for the next three days like ice cream, soup, and jell-o."

"Thank you."

"One of my assistants will get you a wheelchair to get her out of here." he said and walked out of the room.

As I waited for the assistant to come with the wheelchair, I sat down in the chair in the corner at the room, looking at y/n.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"Your boyfriend." I laughed.

"MY BOYFRIEND?!" her eyes almost popped out of her head "you're really hot."

"You're really hot too." I winked.

She opened her mouth in shock and a blood soaked cotton ball fell out of her mouth.

"MY TONGUE!" she shrieked.

"That wasn't your tongue baby," I got up and went over to her "it was cotton, your tongue is still in your mouth."

"Are you sure?" she asked trying to stick it out before stopping from the pain.

"I'm sure." I nodded and laughed again.

I grabbed the cotton ball and threw it in the trash. The assistant came in with a wheelchair.

"All set?" she asked.

"Yes." I said as she brought the wheelchair next to us and the orthodontist's chair.

I lifted y/n up, she almost tripped over her feet and wrapped her arms around me.