Devotions of Your Keeper (Thoma X Fem Reader)

Hangover

A sequel to Thoma When You Get Drunk. Honestly, I felt like I owed him an apology for that so I wrote this lol 😂

Synopsis: Thoma continues to care for you after last night. You also find out about some of the stuff you did and you're less than proud of it . . .

Theme(s): Fluff, Comfort . . . Angst?

Relationship: Dating

Trigger Warnings: Vomiting, some sexual mentions.

Word Count: 2236

Be sure to enjoy and comment as you read!

Hangover

You leapt out of bed at the first wave of nausea. Your head was shrieking. Your vision was fogged. You staggered everywhere. It was a miracle how you made it to the toilet in time.

You collapsed to your knees and let it all out in one big retch, leaving behind a disgusting acidic alcoholic taste in your mouth.

You'd never been this hungover before. Did you really drink that much last night?

A second wave of vomit gave you the answer. Your entire body trembled, your heart racing, your eyes and nose running. You felt so sluggish and dizzy. You only just felt the two soft hands tracing back either side of your head, stroking back your hair.

"Tho-" You were cut off by a third retch- this one was the worst. You actually gurgled on it- for a moment you thought your guts would end up in the toilet too.

"Oh my-" And then a fourth round. Thoma sat over you, holding your hair back, waiting patiently until you were finished. You spluttered and sniffed, taking a moment to catch your breath. Your eyes were leaking, mostly from the sickness, but also a bit of embarrassment.

"You feel better?"

You moaned. Your stomach finally felt empty, but you still felt so weak, and your head and chest were throbbing. You barely had enough strength to reach out and flush the toilet. You couldn't even stand back up- Thoma had to help raise you to your feet. You moaned again out of protest.

"Don't worry. I've got you."

"I'm so sorry-"

"It's okay." He squeezed your hand and patted your side. "Can you remember anything?"

You wish you could say yes. But your head screamed every time you tried to think back. All you could do was shake your head with a sniff.

"Okay." He scooped you up in his arms and carried you back to bed. You wrapped your arms around him and dug your face into his neck. You felt so lucky to have someone so kind and so understanding . . . it was almost kind of sad.

Thoma lay you in bed and tucked you in. He brushed the hair out of your face and planted kisses all over it- all with a loving smile.

"You stay in bed for as long as you want. I'll take care of you."

"But won't you-"

"Shhhh . . . Don't you worry about me, m'love. You get the rest you need."

Your eyes began to well up. "I don't want to put you through any more trouble."

"Aww." For some reason, Thoma beamed down at you and nuzzled his face off of yours.

"You're not putting me through any trouble. I want to look after you until you're all better." He squeezed your cheek and kissed your forehead. You couldn't help but smirk at how adorably corny he was being. He smiled wider on purpose and chuckled to try and make your smirk grow a little. It was impossible to stop it spreading across your face.