Sebastian Stan (+ characters) Oneshots

Sebastian Stan x Reader
Requested by @DeansChick79 , enjoy!! Also, right after I started writing this I got sick (and I still am), so it might be cursed. Whoops. Sorry guys.

The room was spinning, your head was pounding, your eyes were itching, your nose was running. This was an absolute living nightmare, and you couldn't escape.

You let out a long groan, rolling onto your side and pulling one of Sebastian's pillows towards you. You pressed your face into it and wrapped your arms around it, hoping you could drown out the feeling of this awful illness with the scent of your husband. After a few moments of this, you realized it wouldn't work and you let go of your vise grip.

You sniffled miserably and snatched a tissue from the box next to you. There were tissues everywhere. They were on the bed, on the floor, on the bedside table. You were too tired to keep them in an organized pile, let alone throw them away. The garbage can was all the way across the room, and there was no way your legs would hold out for that long. Instead, you sat there in your tissue kingdom and began to rethink your life a bit.

You went through another rerun of The Office before you heard the front door to your house open and close. "Sweetheart?" A familiar voice called from the foyer. You picked your head up from your pillow a bit, ignoring the way your head began to spin.

"In here!" You shouted back, but it honestly sounded like more of a whisper. Your throat was hoarse and cracking, and it hurt to try and yell. You gripped your throat painfully.

You could hear the hurried footsteps approaching your door, and soon enough the door began to push open slowly. The hinges creaked as they were shifted, and a head peaked through the crack. "How are you holding up?" Sebastian asked softly, opening the door fully and walking in once his eyes landed on you. He closed the door carefully behind him and made his way over to the bed. The mattress dipped a bit as he sat down on it.

You looked pitifully down at the tissue in your hand, your fingers playing with the edges of the cloth. "I'm alright. I've been better, but I'm go-" your words were cut off by a hysterical coughing fit, and your entire torso shot up off of the bed. One hand gripped your chest as the other arm covered your mouth. Sebastian's eyebrows furrowed and he reached his hand out to run your back.

Once your coughing died down and you were laying down again, Sebastian chuckled. "You're alright, huh?"

You scowled at him. "Never said I'm the epitome of health." He grinned at you, kicking his shoes off and sitting crisscross applesauce on the bed next to you. He placed a plastic shopping bag in his lap as he did so. You looked at it in confusion. "What's in there?" You asked. He looked down and opened the bag, rummaging around inside.

"Some cold meds, some saltines, and ginger ale. Plus some chocolate and some movies because I felt really bad about just getting you boring sick stuff," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. You laughed lightly.

"Thank you, Sebastian," you said gratefully. He giggled a bit at this. "What?"

"Your voice," he replied with a massive grin. "It sounds so funny when your nose is all stuffed up."

You rolled your eyes and flicked his knee lightly. "You're so mean to me, why did I marry you?"

"You love me and you know it."

"I do, and I hate it."

He smiled and grabbed the cold medicine from the bag, putting it on the bedside table and standing up. "I'll go grab a cup to put the ginger ale in, I'll be right back." With that being said, he walked out of the room and down to the kitchen.