C.O.D. X Male!Reader Oneshots

Oh for christ sake Keegs.. -Keegan-

Fluff.

Requested by; KateLynnBrayen.
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It was the middle of December. Snow was falling occasionally, making the already cold days feel colder.

Keegan was off duty, so naturally you were hanging out. As his partner you were just relaxing with him. It was a few days ago that he said he started to feel hot but the room was fairly cold and he was in nothing but his boxers and a pair of shorts.

He wasn't laying under a blanket. And best of all it is the middle of fucking December.

So naturally you got worried about him. Placing a hand to his forehead he was burning up. He had gotten fucking sick, of course.

You had told him to get dressed in somewhat reasonable attire and he didn't. Being his stubborn ass Keegan walked around without a shirt on and had gotten himself sick.

So here he was. Cuddled up underneath a blanket shivering because of his own decisions.

"Keegan, get out from under the blanket you'll roast to death." You had a warning but caring tone.

He let out a whine, sweat dripping from his black hair. "I'm fucking cold!" Keegan huffed in protest.

"You're running a fever. You'll feel slightly cold, Keeg." You sighed rolling your eyes as you got up, deciding to make the one thing Keegan despises most when it comes to food. Chicken noodle soup.

You weren't exactly fond of it yourself but, each time you got sick it helped. You pulled out everything necessary, broth, egg noodles, green onions, carrots, and of course the chicken.

As you cooked it you put in some extra effort so that keegan wouldn't complain as much about it. Although you'd still have to shove it down his fucking throat to get him to eat.

You heard a groan from Keegan followed by the sound of a sneeze only a dad could muster.

"God fucking damnit kill me.." He whined.

"You'll be fine Keegan." You chuckled softly. Keegan only groaned coming up behind you, burying his face in your neck. "No I won't I'm dying." He huffed, his stuffy nose making his voice higher pitched.

"Nuh-uh. No, I'm sorry Keegan I love you to death but you aren't getting me sick." You gently pushed him off of you, "Go drink your tea, and sit down on the couch." This only earned a groan and a quiet sniffle from Keegan. "But I wanna be with you." He protested again.

"When you aren't sick I'll think about cuddling with you, but as of right now I'm sorry but no." Your words hurt him. He wanted to just lay and cuddle with you. But you didn't want to get sick.. Which is understandable.

Keegan gave I'm, going and sitting in his seat, the cup of tea in his hands.

Although Keegan knew that you knew what you were doing he still didn't care. Being a pain in the ass as usual.

He didn't mind the tea. Despite it being decaf he still drank it since ypu made it. Now the soup on the other hand you couldn't be as fortunate with. Keegan would fight you about it with every morsel in his body to not eat that fucking soup.

It wasn't that he doesn't like your cooking, no. It's just everything about the soup as a whole. Keegan never really ate it as a kid so why would he now? It's not like it was poison to anyone else. But to him, Keegan. P. Russ. Chicken noodle soup is the devil in a nonsensical way.

When the soup was finally done you appeared infront of him. The semi warm bowl being set on his lap as you kneeled before him.

"If you eat this and don't give me a hard time when I give you Ibprophen or your damn cough medicine, I will cuddle with you." You sighed. "You also have to eat this. Those are the only conditions."

Keegan pondered for a second. "Throw in a single kiss and we have a deal." He hummed softly, grabbing the very dreaded spoon.

"Fine. Deal, now eat your damn soup Kee." You smiled.

Originally you wouldn't have agreed but he did seem to be getting better so you couldn't care less. He is your boyfriend anyway, plus it's not like you two haven't done worse shit outside of your relationship.

You sat beside him, making sure Keegan actually ate the soup. Which he did. Drinking more of the rapidly cooling tea.

Grabbing the ibprophen from the cabinet you placed two of the tablets on the counter, grabbing the small bottle of cough medicine and pouring some into a little measuring cup making sure it was precise with exactly how much of the fluid he needed.

Once it was done you just handed him the two tablets and the liquid cough medicine, allowing him to take both things before he went to bed.

Getting changed you crawled up beside the no longer insanely feverish man.

You pressed a gentle kiss to his temple, and he pulled you close.

Truth be told you did love Keegan, but god all mighty he is one stubborn bastard.