Imagine you have to get your wisdom teeth removed and your best friend aka Sebastian Stan takes you to the dentist...
*major fluff and most told in Sebastian's POV

"Sebastian, please don't make me," you whined as you stood in your apartment, pouting. You continued to stare at him, pleading silently for him to not take you.

"Y/N," he sighed. "You asked me to do this a month ago and said under no circumstance, no matter what you said to me, to take you. So, here I am, keeping my end of the bargain." He stood about five feet away from you with his hands on his hips, tapping his foot almost impatiently. He checked his phone screen. "And we're gonna be late."

You whined as you started walking towards the door to your apartment. "I hate you," you mumbled as you slid your feet into your slides and walked out the door.

Sebastian only chuckled as he locked the door behind him.

**

"Can't we just turn around?" You whined while Sebastian was driving towards the dentist's office. You were now only fifteen minutes away.

"Y/N," Sebastian sighed once again. "Look, it's not my fault your teeth have problems. If you wanted an easy way out of this you should've asked someone else to take you."

"You're a dick," you mumbled as you looked out your window.

He sighed and kept his eyes on the road. You could hear his wipers move back and forth from the rain. "Y/N, look at me," he sighed as the car came to a halt.

You secretly prayed he pulled over but from what you could tell, he was just at a red light. You slowly brought your deathly glare to face him.

"You won't feel a thing, remember? You'll be so high that you won't feel anything. And you'll come out of it higher than a kite, Y/N. You won't even know what just happened," he spoke softly. He looked back at the road and applied slight pressure to the gas pedal.

You hummed in response. You were appreciative of his reassurance, but you were too scared to respond. You hated needles and anything that had to do with any type of surgery.

He looked over at you as the car stopped once again. He patted your knee, causing you to look in his direction, but you first saw what was in front of the car. You gulped.

"Sebastian," you said shakily as you kept your eyes on the dentist's office. "Please."

He gave you a pitiful look and didn't respond for a few seconds. He slightly smiled as he murmured, "Just think of all the ice cream we'll get to eat for the next few days."

You smiled for a second, but then realized what he had said. "We'll be eating ice cream for the next few days?"

His face faltered as he tried to regain his composure. "Well- uh- I mean- um..if you want to," he lead on.

You giggled at his recovery. "We'll just have to find time for you to get clothes for your short stay at la casa de Y/N," you laughed.

He laughed as well and nodded his head. "I got it covered."

**
During the Procedure
Sebastian's POV

I will say that I was scared for her, but mainly for her emotional state. For the first ten minutes of the procedure, I stayed in the lobby and just sat there awkwardly while playing games on my phone, but then I remembered I needed clothes and a toothbrush and all that jazz for Y/N's apartment in order to be her caretaker for the next few days.

I slowly got up and walked towards the door, making sure to give the receptionist my number in case anything went wrong or if it ended early.

I got in my car and made my way to Target, which was luckily only a few blocks away, and picked up some shirts and pants, along with a toothbrush and deodorant and cologne. I also found some pints of Ben & Jerry's ice cream I thought Y/N might like- no, that's incorrect. I found ones I knew she'd love, me being her best friend and all.

"Best friend," I murmured to myself as I made my way down the aisle. Maybe we could be-

I shook the thought out of my head as soon as it entered, quietly uttering to myself how stupid I would have to be to think that that could happen. She probably thinks that something is up, considering the incident I had in the car with me practically inviting myself to live with her for the next few days.

"Stupid, stupid," I mumbled to myself again, but a little louder this time, as I hit myself on the head twice. A passerby saw this "incident" and looked alarmed, making sure to not let her kid see a grown ass man mumbling and hitting himself. "Well that's just great," I whispered as I rushed to the counter, probably in the process of being put on the neighborhood watchlist.

I paid for my various articles of clothing, ice cream, and other necessities I had and put them in the trunk of my car, not hesitating whatsoever to throw myself in the driver's seat and begin blasting music.

After a quick drive, I made it to where Y/N was hopefully remotely ok. I walked in the dentist's office just as the dentist was coming to the lobby to find me.

"Are any of you Sebastian?" An Asian woman who wore bright red lipstick and a hopeful smile asked as she looked around the room.

"I am," I raised my hand shyly as I walked towards her.

"Can you say your last name for me?" She asked as she looked at her clipboard.

I was a little taken aback by her question but I responded with my full name. She smiled up at me and said, "Right this way."

I followed her back to where Y/N was. The dentist opened the door for me, whom I learned was Ms. Biles, and I saw Y/N laying in the bed with breathing tubes on her face.

Your POV

Sebastian walked through the door and you couldn't contain yourself.

"Sebastian," you screamed as best as you could. You began giggling as you said, "There's my sexy friend."

He giggled as he sat beside you. "How are ya feeling?" He asked with amusement laced within his voice.

"I'm feeling stellar now that you're here," you said as you reached over and patted him on the head. You started laughing pretty hard as you kept patting his head. "Pat. Pat. Pat."

Sebastian's POV

"Pat. Pat. Pat," she giggled as she continued to pat my head. God, she was perfect, even when she was as high as the Empire State Building.

"Your hair's so soft," she said as she began pulling on it softly. I had to shake the thoughts that were coming to my head out.

Ms. Biles then spoke up. "She's gonna be like this for a few hours, and make sure to keep the cotton patches in her mouth. Don't let her take them out, ok?"

"Ok," I murmured as Y/N continued to pull my hair, her gaze transfixed on what she was doing.

"I got you some ice cream," I murmured. "But I guess you'll have to eat it later."

She looked at me with a concerned and confused look. "But you're gonna be with me, right?" She looked like she was gonna tear up.

"Yes! Yes, of course," I laughed as I took her hand from my head and placed it intertwined with mine. "Of course I'll be with you."

"But are you gonna be with me," Y/N giggled as she tried her best to wiggle her eyebrows. I only laughed and shook off her comment, only showing my real emotions and thoughts within my own mind. I wish I could be, Darling.

The journey leading Y/N out of the dentist's office was an eventful one. It was basically like being the sober friend who has to lead their drunk friend, who gained a very new sense of immense strength, out of the bar. At one point while walking down the hall, she moved away from leaning on me, only to push my back into the wall and her face was mere inches from mine, cotton patches in her mouth and all.

She giggled as her gaze was on my confused expression. I only, yet again, shook it off and lead her arm to be around my shoulders again as I lead her out of the building.

Once I sat her down in my car, I buckled her seatbelt for her and she said, "Your hands are really close to there, Seb." She giggled and winked at me.

I only gulped as I tried my best to pull off an amused expression. Maybe it was because I was an actor, or maybe it was because she was high out of her mind, but she seemed to believe the expression I wore across my face, because she turned her gaze to now look out the windshield. I moved around the car to sit in the driver's seat and turned it on while looking up the coordinates to the nearest drugstore for Ibuprofen or Tylenol.

"Sebby," she hummed as she looked at me with a bright smile.

"Hmm?" I brought my gaze towards her with my lips sealed in a line.

"Vroom. Vroom," she murmured as she held her hands out as if she was maneuvering a steering wheel.

I rolled my eyes while I huffed out a laugh. She was fucking adorable....

"Shit."

**

"Sebastian," she whined again. "Can I take this out now?"

"You only have one more hour left, Y/N. You can do it," I called back to her from the kitchen. I was getting myself a glass of water.

Once back in her living room, I noticed she had sprawled her whole body on the couch.

"Move your legs," I laughed as I stood in front of them.

"Use your manners," she stated.

"Please, Y/N, my beautiful best friend. Will you do me the honors of moving your legs?" I asked with a sincere smile.

She simply nodded and then moved her legs. As soon as I sat down, however, she placed them in my lap.

"You're beautiful, too," she mumbled.

Shit, I thought to myself. Now I've fucked up.

"Thanks," I nervously giggled as I looked down into my lap, staring at her feet.

"No, Sebastian. Like, you're goddamn gorgeous," she said as she sat up, a serious expression written across her face. She moved her legs away from my lap so that she was sitting criss-cross on the couch, facing me. "Like," she began, "I don't know how people as stunning as you are even made. Like, when people see us in public, they probably think we're like, dating, and probably wonder how I got such an attractive god to date me."

At this I burst out laughing. So much that my sides hurt. "Y/N," I said in between laughs. "First of all, I am no god," I said. "Second of all, when people see us together, they're probably wondering as to how I got such a beautiful and abstract girlfriend."

"Abstract?" She asked with a quizzical face.

"I mean that you're, like, different, but in a good way. You're unique and you express yourself- your true self- no matter who you're around. And I love that," I said, taking moments to realize my mistake.

"You love me?" She asked with a bright grin.

"Well, I-"

"I love you too, Sebby Bear!" She screamed as she launched herself at me, burying her face in my chest as she hugged me.

I hugged her back after a few moments of realizing what the hell was happening and I was only living out my dream- no big deal- and processing how this just might be real. Then again, she was high as a kite. But aren't people more honest when they're high? I'm more honest when I'm drunk, so..

She pulled away and our faces were mere inches away from each other for the second time today. She had a lazy grin upon her face. Then, she yawned.

"I'm tired," she mumbled sleepily as she rested her head on my shoulder.

"Then we should probably get those cotton patches out of your mouth," I said with a laugh. Smooth, Stan. Smooth.

"Mhm," she hummed against me.

**

Once I laid her down in bed, she opened her eyes suddenly to look at me.

"Stay with me," she mumbled with the cutest expression I've ever seen.

"I'm not going anywhere, Darling. I'll just be in the other room," I said as i motioned towards the couch.

"No, no," she murmured. "I mean," she patted the bed, "stay with me."

Listen, if this was a drunk Y/N, or even a high Y/N because of marijuana or whatever it may be, I would keep my distance in fear of giving in to temptation. But, considering she's just under a fuck ton of anesthetics, and I know for a fact I can trust myself, I decided to sleep in her bed with her- but not with her. Maybe one day..

When I came back to her room from changing, she was dead asleep. I turned the light off and moved under the covers, careful not to wake her.

"Goodnight, Sebby Bear," Y/N murmured as she rolled over and rested her head near mine.

"Goodnight, Y/N," I murmured back.

Oh, shit. Am I in deep.

**

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