Wisdom Teeth Removal

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Heeeey!

Heeeeey..

How y'all doing? Says the person that disappeared out of nowhere

This was fully inspired from a video I saw that I thought was just so ADORABLEEE. (I would've put the video above but since it was a Youtube short Wattpad wouldn't let me put it 😔)

Enjoy and please type down in the comments what you'd like me to write next! ☆

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"Here she is!" The nurse mused, holding a very very loopy Y/N by the arms.

Tim got up from his seat with an eager smile, almost as if he was picking his kid up from kindergarten.

"A little nervous at first, but you can be very proud of her. Y/n was amazing, especially for her first wisdom teeth removal!" The nurse said sweetly, the sugarcoating in her tone audible as she probably had a habit of doing with her other patients.

"Hell yeah I'm proud of her! That's my girl." Your boyfriend exclaimed as he took you from the nurse's kind arms, giving you a peck on the forehead.

"Just make sure to change the gauze after 30 to 45 minutes if she's still bleeding. Laughing gas shouldn't last too long so she'll probably be back to normal on the way home."

"Awesome, thanks doc!" Tim sent a wink in appreciation as he was handed the many essentials needed for Y/n after her surgery. He groaned as he struggled to get you in a comfortable position without accidentally hurting you, but he eventually got there.

"Hi." He cooed as he looked at you lovingly, ghosting a peck over your swollen lips to avoid putting you in pain.

"The mouthwa' wath thpicy.." Was the first thing you said as you somewhat gained consciousness, feeling a wave of emotion hit you.

"The mouthwash was spicy?" Tim repeated, fighting back a laugh as he couldn't help but melt over how devastated you looked about the 'spicy mouthwash' " 'M sorry they picked a nasty mouthwash, babe."

You nodded in agony as he led you to his van(or his friend's van that he asked to borrow for the day just for you.) ,not helping a toothy (hehe) smile forming at his lips. You purposely went limp in his arms as he tried getting you to sit at the back so you had more space, a breathy laugh escaping his lips.

"Baby, come on. I gotta tie your seatbelt."

"But I'm thired!" You whined, slowly yet surely slipping from his arms, Tim catching you in one swift movement before you could sit on the parking lot floor.

"I know you're 'thired', that's why I'm putting you at the back so you can nap." Tim explained, nothing but care in his tone even though he mocked you.

"But I'll be lonely at the back!" Your face scrunched up as you were on the verge of bursting into tears for who knows what reason.

Tim couldn't help but laugh a little, struggling to hold up his mush of a girlfriend. (I mean who doesn't laugh at good ol' wisdom removal videos? If you don't, you're a saint.)

"You won't be lonely! I'll be at the front."

"But I won't be able to thee you from where I am."

"You'll be able to see my eyes in the rearview mirror?" Tim said with a smile, causing you to ponder about it for a moment and taking the chance to clasp your seatbelt shut.

"I like your eyeth.." You nodded in satisfaction, convinced and settled at the back seat.

"I'm glad you do." Tim kissed your temple. "You need anything else?"

You shook your head, earning two more little pecks but on the crown of your head before he shut the door behind him and walked to the driver's seat.

The drive wasn't long but it definitely was quiet. Tim would check the mirror any chance he got, only to realize the little tantrum you pulled earlier was for nothing as you fell asleep the second the van was on the road. Once he reached their building, he put the van on stop without noticing two eager friends waiting for their arrival.

"Hey! How is she?" Janice said as she came behind Tim who just hopped out of the van, Darryl following behind with an amused smile (He who was an absolute FAN of watching people under anesthesia).

Tim smiled at them as he walked to open her door.

"Hey, dudes. Haven't checked on her yet, last time I saw her she was sleeping like a baby at the back."

"Y/n, look who's here." Tim cooed, expecting you to have somewhat come back to your senses, only to find you in tears with your hands over you puffy cheeks.

"Awhh babe, what's wrong?" He immediately took your chin to look at you. Did you remove your gauze? Were you bleeding more than usual? Did you accidentally wham your head against something when he hit that pothole? He knew he should've watched out for that pothole!

You pouted with big teary eyes, letting out a weak sob as you dropped your limp hands in your lap in chagrin.

"I wanna dance.."

The other three paused in confusion, Darryl being the first one to let out a big guffaw.

"You want to dance?" Janice repeated warmly, laughter audible in her tone even though she had hit Darryl earlier for taking amusement in your pain.

"I jus' wanth to dance.."

"She said she wanted to dance, someone let the girl dance!" Darryl teased louder, sarcastically siding with the swollen face dancer.

Tim couldn't help but laugh as he gently stroked your puffy cheeks with his thumbs, earning a hit from Janice as well.

"You both are cruel." Janice said with a smile, stroking your hair as she cooed.

"Janith.."

"What is it sweetie?"

"The mouthwath wath thpicy!" You sobbed in her arms, Janice patting your head as she murmured sweet nothings in order to prevent herself from laughing. The boys however, did not prevent themselves in the slightest.

☆Bonus☆

Around the World by Daft Punk playing in the van, Y/n still in the same exact spot she had been since they got here.

Janice is holding two packs of ice, one of each of Y/n's cheeks. Y/n is in her own world, her shoulders moving completely off beat with her eyes closed as boogies her clubbing fantasy down.

Tim is watching from the driver's seat, having taken the role of being Y/n's DJ with pride.

And Darryl is recording, wheezing behind the camera with a fist to his mouth as he tries his best not to burst into laughter all over again. 

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