CrushxReader One-Shots

~Sick~

"If you don't eat, you're not gonna get better," C/n chided.

Sighing, I stared up at my ceiling and reminisced about the times (2 days ago) that I could breathe without coughing. I had a mild fever, but the soreness in my throat and the feeling that I was freezing were anything but mild.

"I'm not hungry," I croaked out.

"At least eat a couple spoonfuls," he urged.

After helping me sit up on my bed and adjusting my pillows so I could lean on them, I reluctantly took one spoonful of soup.

"I went through all this work to make you soup and you don't even wanna eat it," C/n complained as I went for a couple more bites.

"I appreciate it very much and you're the best boyfriend in the world," I said, setting the bowl to the side, "but you know what you can help me with?"

He raised an eyebrow, "What..."

A bright smile appeared on my face, "My chemistry assignments."

He groaned, and just as I was gonna explain it wasn't that bad, I began a coughing fit. Although it was completely real, it seemed to have guilt-tripped him 'cause the next thing I knew, he was pulling out my laptop and logging into my school account.

"Y/n, you have 20 missing assignments!"

I laid back down and waved a dismissive hand at his concern, "Don't worry, I've had them since the beginning of the quarter."

He glared at me, "That doesn't make me feel any better, dummy."

Shutting my eyes, I drifted to sleep to the satisfying sound of C/n typing on my keyboard.

It felt like seconds had gone by when I was later awakened by him.

"Hey, it's time for your medicine."

C/n gently placed his hand on my forehead and I almost sighed at the relief his cold touch gave me. I obediently took the 2 pills he handed me.

"What time is it?" Snuggling deeper into my blankets, I tried to hold back my loud sneezes.

"12 o'clock."

I gasped, "C/n! Go home, you've got class in the morning!"

He crossed his arms and let out a huff, "And then who will take care of you if I leave?"

I smiled, resisting the urge to attack him with a hug, "Don't worry, I'm feeling way better. You've helped more than enough. Anyway, I'm scared I'm gonna pass the fever on to you."

He grimaced, "Unlike you, I don't have a weak immune system."

If my arms didn't feel like two useless 200-pound attachments, I would've smacked him.

"Fine, get sick."

He stood and I assumed he was taking my advice to go home, but instead, he walked closer to even out my sheets before laying beside me (on top of the blankets).

"If you end up getting sick, I get to tell you I told you so," despite my words, I pressed myself against him.

He rolled his eyes as he turned onto his side, lazily bringing an arm around my form.

"Uh-huh, sure."

"I'm just kidding. I'd take care of you." I thought for a moment, "I bet I could make a better chicken soup than you."

His hand brushed through my hair, "I'd rather starve than let you burn down my kitchen."

Glaring at him, I let out a huff, "Fine. I'll buy you the shitty corner store soup."

A small smile appeared on his face before he leaned in to press a kiss to my forehead.

"Go back to sleep Y/n."