Twink day mania 👶
Characters: Twink!Sebastian Stan x You
Warning: Sebastian being so bratty but adorable again! Hint of a subby Sebby!
Words: 1000+
Prompt: “I just love the idea of Seb being a bratty twink whilst he’s sick, but the reader just puts up with it for the time being cos he/she’s gotta take care of him (kinda sub-by?)” Requested by @daybreak96
A/N: Hey’aa buddy! Here it is! I hope you like it! I know we both know that we love some Subby Sebby! Heehee! *wink wink*
“No,”
If you weren't being realistic, you were sure your eyebrows instantly went up to your hairline by hearing his perverse response. Sebastian loudly sniffed, hogging up all the blankets as he was looking like a wrapped up tortilla. You sat criss-cross on the side of the bed, kneeling beside him with medicine pills inside your close palms.
Your boyfriend had been looking like Rudolf the red nose reindeer, eyes swollen from how afflicted he was since this morning. Another migraine was trying to slip up to your head by how he was being prissy since he had been sick. Work has been waved off with an emergency leave just so you could take care of your lover, though if you could compare what was more difficult: your work or taking care of Sebastian, your answer will be the second because he was being a hellcat while you were taking care of him.
"What do you mean no?" you emphasized every word, a silent threat lacing the ends of your words.
Sebastian shook his head in a colossal manner, accentuating his displeasure at taking his medicines, "I said what I said, Babe. No." He repeated, sounding too nasally that you were entirely worried that maybe he couldn't breathe and you were right because you heard him breathe loudly through his mouth. "My throat huuuuuurtsss, It'll hurt more if I swallow that stuff,"
Your lips formed a thin line, sending him a nonchalant look in which he hadn't seen because he had his eyes closed, looking up at the ceiling as he whined, "But if you swallow this as soon as possible, then the agony will stop for us both,"
"Agony? Why? Are you also sick?" Sebastian abruptly sat on the bed, all the mattress falling on his lean, bare torso. You couldn't deny the thorough dishevel of his hair that was stuck up in the most weird places and it couldn't help but leave a laugh escaping your lips. He cocked his head to the side like a curious puppy and it made your heart grow larger for the latter if that was even possible.
You were now kneeling beside him, leaning closer to the sick Romanian puppy who was indolently blinking before you. "You're making this difficult for me, baby. That's what I mean, I wasn't sick, okay?" a hand was up in his hair, tenderly smoothing the mussy shape of his hair, trying to keep it down and not crazily sticking everywhere. Thus, all of a sudden, his watery baby blues turned doe like, igniting a soft coo that have been said non-verbally. "W-Why? Am I difficult? Am I really a difficult person to love?"
Your hands were instantly glued to his smooth, chiseled jaw as you gazed at him in the dearest way. "What? I didn't say that," you softly conveyed to your doe eyed Romanian; thumbs caressing the apples of his slightly sinewy cheekbones, "Just be a good boy for me, take these meds that I've prepared for you and you'll soon be better,"
He stared into your eyes and you accepted everything he could offer. A warm feeling exploding inside of you which ignited a beam out of you as you accepted his challenge and stared back with the same vehement. Sebastian sighed out of his mouth, wanting everything to be over and just get it done with. With an open palm, you showed him the pill and thought he would take it in between his fingers but was stopped short when he gave you another look.
"Is that a promise?" he reasoned back, sustaining the time he could take his medicine. Completely acting like a baby and you actually didn't regret leaving a day for your part-time job and taking care of your Romanian baby. "If I be your good boy, will this be over?" Sebastian softly uttered and it crept a grin on your face, "Yes, Sebby. It'll be over,"
He gave a weak nod, lowering his head to your palm and you were nervous because you thought he was about to bite your hand as a form of revenge but was stupefied when you felt his soft, moist, warm lips clamp the medicine in between his lips. A blush starting to form as you felt the heat traveling towards your face and you shake it off when he finally tipped his head back, consuming the medicine you've offered as he grabbed the glass that was half empty on the bedside table; drinking as he does so.
He sniffed another one, eyes all foggy with a cloudy mind as well. You've felt his fingers tenuously grab your hand, "While it still isn't over, can you love me?" he cautiously pleaded, you studied his sick form and it couldn't help the subtle pout draw your lips, "I do love you, what are you saying, honey?"
Sebastian shook his head, carefully pulling you from kneeling beside the bed until you were seated on the mattress. His slender, twink arms sneaking around you in an affectionate hug. His chin falling on your shoulder as he sniffed again, "No, I meant, cuddle me to sleep?" the latter whispered and you turned your head, seeing his tousled head. "You'll--you'll get me--" your words were ceased with his soft pleads, "Please? You've left me all alone since the last eight hours,"
You heard the longing in his request and there was no more opposition. You gave his forehead a tender peck and felt it warm against your lips, he was truly sick indeed.
"Fine. You're lucky I love you too much,"
You were both laying on the bed and you felt your heart full at the way he was acting. Sebastian had his head resting against your chest, an arm snaking around your waist as he cuddled you up, leaving you no reason to escape in his hold. His breathing was deep and you thought he was already deep in slumber, "Why are you such a baby and so bratty when you're sick," a teasing complain left your lips as you stared on the ceiling and appreciating the comfort that he was giving you despite that he was sick. Sebastian suddenly whispered when you decided to close your eyes and take a nap, he was actually awake.
"You love me, Y/N."
You do love him too much and there was no doubt that you would take care of him forever even if he was acting all bratty and adorable.