High (David Dobrik x Reader)
Request: Please make a imagine based on when David got his wisdom teeth taken out. I love that video so much. He’s so adorable and proud of himself for his George bush joke.
A/N: Check my masterlist to see everything I’ve ever posted. Btw, I’ve been asked to write smut a lot, I’m not good at it, I’m not sure if I will doing those lol I’ve got three smut requests and I think I’m meshing all of them together if I ever write them. It’s a maybe, and it might be bad. Lots of love -Olivia.
When David told you he was in pain over the phone, you never imagined a few hours later being at the hospital.
You arrived you saw him, scanned all of his body and apparently he was fine. But when you tried to kiss him, he backed away. He pointed at his jaw and made a grimace. “It hurts so bad” he whispered.
He refused for a little bit when you suggested going to the dentist when he finally told you it was not his jaw but inside his mouth where the pain was. You could tell he was kinda scared. And, even though you found that adorable, you cared more about his well being. So you insisted until he surrendered.
The dentist said the pain would not go away unless he was medicated or he took the tooth out. David was not hesitant when he asked if he could book a surgery that same day. It must’ve really bothered him.
It would have been sooner if he didn’t drink that bottle of water a few hours ago.
“I’m starving” he said while both of you were in a park near the hospital building, his voice down like he was actually sad.
“You’re a baby” you said, rolling your eyes.
“I’m hungry and you’re eating in front of me” he accused you, squinting his eyes.
“Look at me” you said, eating the apple you were eating as a snack in slow motion.
“Evil” he said, laying down on the grass.
“Are you nervous?” you asked as soon as you swallowed.
“Actually, I’ve never been put under” he confessed. “I’m a little scared but it’s not a big deal” he said, shrugging.
You laid beside him, looking at the sky, the brightness was hurting your eyes a little, so you turned to the side to look at him. “There’s a chance dogs have pooped right where we’re laying”
He snorted. He was so cute. “Well… thank you for putting that thought on my brain.”
“Nah. Dogs pee on trees.” He looked at you for a brief moment and then looked into the sky again.
“I was testing you” you said.
“Told you, your boyfriend is not dumb” he said, trying to squeeze his arm under your neck. You let him, then he pressed you against him. You two cuddled.
“Does it hurt?” you said, placing your hand gently on his cheek.
“Yeah” he replied after a few seconds.
“Everything’s going to be okay” you felt the need to say. “I’m going to take care of your high on drugs ass.”
He smiled just on the sides. You walked to the Clinic again when it was time. You were holding hands, his were sweaty even though his face was expressionless. They didn’t make him change his clothes, they gave him a pill he quickly sallowed.
“Can she be in here?” he asked the doctor, he was already on the chair. The dentist was setting up the gas. A few minutes and you could already tell he was acting diferent. He looked so open, vulnerable. He made his puppy eyes to the dentist.
Which made you frown a little. Why was he trying to flirt with the dentist?
“Sure” the doctor replied, chuckling.
David turned violently at you and snapped a smile with all of his teeth.
You laughed. “Behave” you whispered to him. You’ve been holding his wrist and drawing circles in the length of his arm. You stopped to listen to the doctor.
“This gas will help you relax” he said, holding a small mask. David nodded and let him put the mask on.
His voice got deeper and he let go of your hand, his eyes were halfway open and his breathing was slow and steady.
The procedure lasted for about 40 minutes. The dentist was putting everything on place while David was a little more awake. He told you a little bit about what he could and couldn’t do and how to take care of him.
He also told you he would help you get David to the car. You frowned and thanked him. You soon realized why he offered help. David was awake but he had little to none control over his body, his limbs were like jelly and the doctor had to almost carry him to the Tesla.
Not without David bumping into the walls and refusing to walk completely when he said he was tired and needed a nap.
You shut the door when David was sitting on the passenger seat and thanked the Doctor with an apologetic look. You put on the seat belt on David, who was completely passed out.
“Hey, you gotta stay awake” you whispered while shaking him. He whined a little and barely opened his eyes.
“Are we home?” He asked. Wanting to lean to the dashboard and being stopped by the seat belt. He looked at it like it was the first time he’s seen one. You laughed, bitting your lip.
“No. We’re on our way, babe”
He smiled after hearing you call him that, cuckled a little. “You’re so pretty” he said. Then he looked at himself. Touched his clothes. Looked at his hands. Then he looked at you. “I’m in my…Where are we going?” He asked you, his eyes lost.
“We…I- I thought” he said, looking at his lap. He had the signature I just got my teeth pulled out look, mouth slightly open, half closed eyes. “Chipotle, we were going to Chipotle.”
His big hands looked funny when he was confused, he was scratching his temples. “Why?”
“You can’t eat right now”
“I’m going to die!” David moved around on his seat, he took the seat belt off, you laughed, pulling over. “I’m hungry” he said, pouty. “In here” he pointed at his tummy.
“Well… let’s put on our seat belts and let’s get ice cream” you said, reaching for the seat belt and strapping it on again. You felt a little breeze in your neck, you turned around and David had the faint of a smile.
You drove to an ice cream shop and bought him a large ice cream pot on the drive-tru. You opened it for him and gave him a spoon. He ate in silence.
“Thank you” He said, the arm he was holding his spoon with fell, defeated. He looked at you, his face distressed and tilted.
“For what?” you asked, looking at him in awe, he took another spoonful of ice cream. You were now on a red light.
“For taking care of me” he said, placing the ice cream on his lap. “You’re always…so good.” He said, looking at the cars in front. Were his eyes tearing up?
“Dave… you’re so sweet.” You said, your chest felt warm. “It’s okay. I love you.” You said, placing your hand on his thigh.
“Man, I don’t feel good at all” he said then, his mood switched fast. You snorted. “Are you laughing at me?” he said, he pointed at himself with a clumsy movement.
“Okay.” He looked content. “Give me a kiss.”
“Kiss me!” he said, closing his eyes and making a weird duck face.
“Tesla. It can drive without you.” He said, with an intellectual tone, pointing at the steering wheel.
You put the autopilot and leaned it to kiss him. He backed off, a serious and suspicious look on his face. “Do it again.” He asked. You smiled and kissed him again. “I can’t feel it.”
You came back to your seat. “That’s because your mouth is numb.” You explained sweetly.
“I can’t feel your kisses” he said, sad.
You leaned and kissed him on the cheek.
“Much better” he said, nodding. “Ice cream. Where’s my ice cream?”
“You ate all of it” you explained.
“Here, take this” you gave him his camera, recording. Your eyes went back to the road. When you checked, he only was holding the camera, pointing to the floor. “It’s recording babe”
“I… I don’t know what to say” he said, like a kid, crossing his arms on his chest.
“Look, that bush over there. Looks like a person” you grabbed his camera and pointed at him.
He looked at it for a second, then turned to you, but found the lens instead “It’s George Bush.”
“Exactly” you said, laughing behind the camera.
