fear street imagines

sick || tommy

prompt: you are sick
level: 🧸

"here i brought you some more blankets." you're boyfriend, tommy, smiled at you while placing the blanket on top of you.

"thanks." you say softly.

you were sick with a stomach bug. you hated getting sick, and tommy knew that. He made sure to do everything he could to help you feel better whenever you got sick.

"are you feeling any better?" he asks as he joins you on the couch, slipping behind you before wrapping his arms around you and placing a kiss on your temple.

"tommy stop." you giggle. "you're gonna get sick."

"i don't mind, maybe then you can take care of me instead." he smiles at you. you smile back before resting your head into his chest. he picks up a remote, turning the tv on.

"what do you wanna watch?" he asks as he changes channels.

"it doesn't matter to me."

he stops on a random show. "you just rest now baby, i'll be right here." he says.

you were tired, so after a few minutes you fall asleep in his arms. your nap lasted like two hours and when you woke up, tommy was still there, just like he said. you open your eyes and look up at him, he's staring back at you.

"feeling any better now?"

"just a little." you yawn.

"that's better than nothing." he smiles at you. "are you hungry?" he asks.

"not really."

"okay well you should at least drink some water i'll go get you some." he starts getting up.

"wait." you say grabbing onto his forearm. "stay here just a while longer." he does and lays back next to you.

"okay."

"thank you for taking care of me, you know you don't have to."

"i know i don't. i want to though."

you look at him with a smile. "i love you."

"i love you more." he says back. "okay now i'm gonna go get you that water." he gets up and goes into the kitchen, returning a few moments later with a glass of water. he hands it to you and watches as you drink all of it.

"thanks." you hand him back the glass, he just sets it down before laying with you again.

he kisses you again, this time on the lips.

"tommy! you're gonna get sick, i'm serious." you say after you pull away.

"if sickness is the risk i take from kissing you, then sick ill be." he smiles.

this was short and kinda boring imo but i didn't know what else to do because my creativity isn't flowing the best rn. but i hope you guys are enjoying. also remember any requests need to go in the authors note at the beginning of the book. please state your desired prompt, character, and weather it's smut, fluff, or angst! thank you<3