flower husbands // oneshots

the fairies have their way

(&Jimmy get's a bit sicky icky and Scott takes care of that.. honestly i think what scott did was a  bit illegal.. especially to someone of the law.. and his spouse.. fae scott would be cool.. i would write that tbh)

"Oh no..nononono.." Jimmy murmured out as he looked at the thermometer marked at 38°C. He let out an ill cough, walking weakly to his shared bedroom with his husband. He sighed, knocking.

"Come in!" A voice behind the door spoke. He twisted the doorknob and opened it, the sun from the window hitting him. He turned his head over to his beloved Sunflower and let out a cough, a sick one, making Scott turn his head towards him. He had just finished his make up, looking gorgeous as usual.

"Scott.. I have some.. very bad news." Jimmy said as Scott raised an eyebrow. "You're pregnant?" He asked sarcastically. Jimmy's eyebrows knitted together and let out a scratchy yell, "I- I AM NOT!?" He coughed, his throat burning from raising his voice. Scott let out a small laugh, "So you're ill?"

Jimmy frowned, nodding his head, moving to the bed and throwing himself onto it. His head hurt, a pounding headache. Scott sighed and got up, going to the door as he looked at his poor Jimmy who had caught himself fever. He walked out of the room, not saying a word to Jimmy, making Jimmy himself worry whether Scott was upset at him for getting sick or if he just didn't want to catch what Jimmy got.

Time passed as Jimmy sniffled and coughed, the pounding in his head getting slowly better yet still there. "Jimmy, I made you some soup." Scott said as he walked into the room and put the bowl onto the nightstand. Jimmy smiled and turned towards Scott who put on a mask. He sat up and looked at the soup, something that he's never seen before and smelled quite.. different.

Scott had noticed the look on Jimmy's face and smiled underneath the mask. "It's a recipe I learned over the years of my adventuring. Fairies make this soup when a guest of a local become sick. It helps you recover quickly." Scott grabbed the spoon from the bowl and moved it towards the ill blonde. "I know it doesn't smell the best, but it taste good and it'll help you." Scott reached over with his unoccupied hand and caressed Jimmy's cheek. "I promise." Keeping his hand on Jimmy's cheek. Jimmy blew on the hot soup and hesitantly opening his mouth.

Scott moved the spoon inside, Jimmy drinking it and swallowing it, finding that he actually enjoyed it. Jimmy had opened his mouth letting Scott pull it out and put it back in the bowl, lovingly touching Jimmy's cheek. "So you liked it?" Scott asked as he let out a devious giggle. Jimmy covered his mouth, coughing, and replied, "It was good.. I just don't understand how it doesn't smell as good as it taste!" He spoke. "Well, the fairies usually live in the woods, so they used a specific herb that covers up the smell so that it can't attract any other creatures or animals." Scott said simply. Jimmy oo'd in response and reached over to the bowl until his hand was smacked away by Scott.

"Oh no no mister, you're sick. I'm playing nurse today and I'm going to take care of you." Scott spoke, smirking underneath the mask. Jimmy blushed, although it was hard to tell.  "O-Okay.." He muttered out, Scott was pleased with the quick surrender from him. He let go of Jimmy's cheek and reached for the bowl, feeding his husband. 

It continued for 10 minutes, Jimmy finishing the whole bowl leaving Scott happy and pleased. "Do you want help washing the bowl?" The blonde felt guilty that his love had to do work while Jimmy had to stay in bed. Scott  rolled his eyes, taking the dishes and getting up. "It's fine, I don't need your help, Jimmy. You're sick, you need to get rest." Scott spoke. Jimmy sighed and laid back down comfortably. He felt sleepy already, although he wasn't that tired as before.

"The soup will help you feel mellow and it's gonna help you sleep. So rest while you can, Sheriff." Scott  to him. The room got blurry for Jimmy, closing his eyes and feeling himself drift off already. 

Scott patted Jimmy's head softly, whispering to him. "I love you, get well soon." He smiled, stepping away slowly, avoiding noise so that he wouldn't wake him up. 

<Fast Forward>

Jimmy slowly opened his eyes, the headache he once fell asleep with now disappeared.  He could still taste the soup he had when he fell asleep. His stomach felt empty, but his throat no longer sore. He had already felt better in 8 hours! He got up slowly, walking towards the kitchen and searching the fridge for something.

"Good morning, Handsome." Jimmy jumped and turned, only to see Scott at the doorway, makeup free and yet still so gorgeous. Scott walked up to Jimmy, giving him a kiss on the forehead and yawned. "Feeling better, I'm assuming?" Scott asked, a small smile appearing. Jimmy nodded his head, "Yeah! That soup must've really helped- I felt so weak and unwell, I was at 38! But just sleeping for 8 hours and having soup beforehand really helped!" He spoked enthusiastically, giving Scott a quick kiss on the cheek. Scott laughed at Jimmy, unaware of what really happened.

"Jimmy- you've been out for a whole day." Scott remarked, laughing. The cowboy's eyes widened, unaware that he had been out for a whole day. He didn't believe that he could sleep for a full 24 hours after-all! "Scott- I couldn't have been out for a whole day! It felt like 10 minutes I was out for!" He exclaimed as his stomach growled. "The soup I gave you was supposed to let you sleep for a day, so you could rest easily without interruptions. It also helps fight your disease and fever off better." Scott rolled his eyes. "Also, your stomach says otherwise on the out for 24 hours, you haven't eaten since then." He added. 

Jimmy flushed with embarrassment, quickly turning his direction to the fridge and looking inside, trying to find a quick snack to eat. His eyes landed on an uneaten sandwich and grabbed it, closing the fridge door and taking bites out of the meal. Scott watched as Jimmy devoured the sandwich, like he hadn't eaten in a day.  Jimmy finished the sandwich, him and his stomach satisfied. 

"So- enjoyed the sandwich I made?" Scott asked, crossing his arms. Jimmy felt guilt wash over him, he didn't take into consideration that it could've been Scott's.. "I- I'm soso sorry- I'll make you a new one, love!" Jimmy said quickly, reaching to grab the bread on the counter to make Scott a sandwich. 

Scott let a little laugh out, "I made it for you, for when you'd wake up, Jimmy. It's okay." Jimmy placed the bread back onto the counter and let out a sigh of relief, "Oh thank God- I felt so guilty.." He said hastily. Scott wrapped his arms around Jimmy, pulling him into a hug.

"I love you, dumb Sheriff."

(1160 words woo)

(srry for no updates recently, ive been uninspired and idk what to write :'( )