Sebastian Stan (+ characters) Oneshots

Sebastian Stan x Reader

I get migraines quite a lot, so I have a lot of time where I just kind of lay there and think where I can't really do much. This is something I spent my time thinking about, because my mind automatically wanders to Sebastian most of the time. I'm trash, I know.

You gripped your head in pain, eyes clenched shut as small whimpers passed your lips. One hand was clamped over your closed eyes while the other was rubbing your temples tiredly. You could feel the room spinning even with your eyes shut, and your head was pounding with an intense pulsing pain. You tried your best to keep all rays of light from reaching your eyes, knowing that as soon as they reached your irises your pain would intensify.

The dizziness made you feel sick to your stomach, and you knew that if you stood up right now you would immediately topple over again. There were no lights on in the house, and the only light that could be seen was the few rays straggling through the blinds over the windows. You couldn't think at this point, you couldn't move. All you could think about was the repeated pounding in your skull.

"(Y/N)?" A familiar voice called out following the sound of a closing door. You simply groan in response, turning your face into the couch cushions and moving your arms to cover your head. You could hear the footsteps walking into the room, the sound muffled by your arm over your ear. "Are you okay? What's wrong?" The person asked in concern.

"Migraine..." You muttered simply into the fabric. You didn't even have the courage to move from your position to greet Sebastian properly. You guessed he understood, because he immediately rushed out of the room. You could hear him quietly rummaging through the medicine cabinet in the bathroom before heading to the kitchen and getting a glass of water. He did a few more quick tasks before you felt a hand softly touch your shoulder.

"Sweetheart, could you sit up for me?" He asked in a low volume. You muttered an unintelligible response that Sebastian was sure held a few curses. He simply chuckled. "I covered the windows, it's basically pitch black in here. Please?" At this you sighed and sat up reluctantly, brushing your hair back and looking up at Sebastian. You could barely see him in the dim light. He smiled at you sympathetically. "I brought you some stuff," he told you, holding out his hand and a glass of water. In his palm sat some pain pills, which you happily snatched from him.

You gulped down the last pill and sat back into the couch, closing your eyes once more. You heard Sebastian shifting from his place sitting on the coffee table and the couch dipped next to you. Two arms wrapped around you, pulling you into Sebastian's lap. He moved once more so he was laying down. Your head sat on his chest, and the rhythmic beating of his heart was soothing. His fingers traced random designs on your back that you focused on deciphering.

He traced out your name, his name, some swirls, a heart, and then the words te iubesc, which you knew was "I love you" in Romanian. Sebastian would say it constantly and refused to tell you what it meant, so one day you looked it up on google translate and the next day when he greeted you with those two words, you responded with a simple, "I love you too." It shocked him, to say the least. Since then you responded like that each time he said it. You decided not to make this time any different.

"I love you too," you whispered softly. He laughed a bit, wrapping his arms around you and kissing the top of your head. "You don't have to sit with me, you know?"

"I know I don't have to, but that doesn't mean I don't want to. It's nice just sitting here like this," he responded in the same low tone that you had. "Have you had anything to eat today?" He asked.

Your eyebrows furrowed in thought. Before you had gotten your migraine, you had been busy all day. You didn't have time to stop for anything. The only reason you weren't up and out right now was the pulsating pain in your head and the room spinning around you. "I... I don't think so?" Your words were more of a question than an answer. Sebastian sighed.

"You can't keep overworking yourself, it's not healthy. You need to take care of yourself," he scolded you. You sighed as well, burying your face in the fabric of his shirt.

"I know, I know. There's just so much I need to get done. If I don't just do things, then they get put off until the last minute."

"You know you can always ask me for help. If you need something from the store or you need to take something to the post office or if you need anything at all, you can always call me." You opened your mouth to respond, and he quickly added to his statement. "Before you say you didn't want to bother me while I'm working, it's not bothering me. I'd do anything to keep you from feeling like this, alright? When you're hurt, I'm hurt. Just call me and give me a to do list next time, alright?"

You nodded in response. Sebastian shuffled out from under you, placing your carefully back onto the couch before rushing off to the kitchen. When he came back, he had (favorite food) ready for you. He handed the food off to you, helping you sit up. You reluctantly began to eat, taking careful bites and minding the turning of your stomach as your head spun. Sebastian sat with you while you ate, and soon your migraine began to subside.

After that day you finally began calling Sebastian for help when you felt overworked. You found that your schedule was much more manageable, and Sebastian was more than happy to lend a hand.

I have no idea how that was honestly. Was it good? Was it bad? I've just had this in my head for a while because I always think about how Sebastian would react to different situations, and migraines are a pretty crap deal. I hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading!

Stay street, stay unlit, stay alive.

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