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"open arms, i'm so devoted to you, to you, to you."
taking care of malachi while he's sick💌
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4 days ago, you were sick with the flu. now, it was malachis turn to be sick, and your turn to take care of him.
malachi was sleeping over at your house. you woke up just before 11 am and tried to get out of bed, but malachi grabbed your waist and pulled you back down. you turned to face him, moving his hair out of his face, grimacing when you felt how warm he was.
"do you feel okay mal? you're hot." you move his hair off of his sweaty forehead, putting the back of your hand on it. he groans, finally opening his eyes, "thanks, you too." he smirks. you playfully roll your eyes, "i think i got you sick."
malachi groans even louder and rolls over to lay on your chest, wrapping his arms around your waist and clinging onto you. you giggle, kissing the top of his head. "you need to eat something so you can take some medicine, okay?"
malachi nods as you try to sit up, but he doesn't budge. "mal, i can't move. get off for a second" you laugh at his clinginess.
he lets go of you for a second to let you sit up and quickly grabs onto you again, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning his head on your shoulder. you move him off of you, pushing him back down onto your bed. "i'll make you some soup. stay right here, okay?" you kiss his forehead, standing up and going to the kitchen.
malachi comes downstairs a few minutes later. he wraps his arms around your waist from behind, startling you when you turn to face him. "why are you up?" you ask him, grabbing his soup and taking him back upstairs.
"i missed you, you took too long."
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malachi takes his shirt off, causing you to blush and look away. malachi smirks, "stop drooling over me, i'm sick." he turns the fan on in his room, still not being content with the temperature.
he flops back onto his bed, turning to face you. "mal, you need to rest baby. you're sick." you sigh, gently brushing his hair off of his sweaty forehead. "it's too hot to sleep, i can't." he groans, pushing the blankets off of him and flipping his pillow to the cold side.
you bite back a smile at his stubbornness, running your hand through his hair and kissing his forehead. malachi leans into your touch, his eyelids drooping.
"c'mere." you open your arms, laying on your back. malachi immediately gives in and lays almost fully on top of you, resting his head in the crook of your neck. he sighs in content as you gently rub his back with your freshly done nails.
"i'm sorry for getting you sick." you frown, seeing how sick he looks. his eyes are puffy, he's sweaty, and he's warm from his high fever.
"it's okay angel, everyone gets sick. it's not your fault." he sleepily mumbles, kissing the side of your neck and tightening his grip on your waist. "i know, i just feel ba-"
malachi cuts you off mid sentence, shushing you by kissing you. you pull away a few seconds later, your eyes wide in surprise. "what was that for?" you giggle, making malachi smile. "i had to get you to stop talking somehow, baby."
"shut up and go to sleep."
a/n: i wrote this like a month ago and it's j been sitting here in my drafts so there you go🔥🔥🔥🗣️🗣️🗣️
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in between , malachi barton imagines
Fanfiction"she tows the line between them, he says he's new at this. there's holy ground beneath them, and sparks fly when they kiss."
