(So a show called Wynona Earp is referenced in this chapter, and here's the thing, I'm watching the show at the moment, and I've only seen the first 3 episodes, so if any of you spoil it for me, I'll wring your pathetic little neck. Got it? *cute moriarty smile*)
Jack was sick. Again. Right now, he was curled up on the sofa, cocooned in blankets like a burrito. There was something on the TV, and he vaguely remembered Matt telling him it was called Wynona Earp. He had to admit, the parts of it he was watching between coughing his lungs out and trying to focus on something other than the overwhelming urge to just sleep all day, It was pretty good. Mark had gone out earlier that morning, leaving his burrito of a boyfriend to feel sorry for himself alone, and struggle to function as a normal human. Mentally, he thanked his recorded videos, and more than that, the fact that Ryan and Matt said they'd set the videos to auto upload, and if they ran out before Jack's body stopped being a little bitch, then they'd just make a quick video for him, and hijack the channel for a few days. He'd just managed to get through the second episode of the show when Mark burst back into the house.
"Ok, where's the patient" was the first thing he said, and Jack could already hear Matt laughing. a second later Mark appeared in the doorway and walked in with a small bag, dropping himself onto the end of the couch, beside Jack.
"Hello sir, I'm dr markimoo. I'm here to make your body stop beating itself up." He smiled and Jack shuffled up slightly in his cocoon, laughing.
"Mark it's just a cold, you don't have to look after me. I'll be fi-" he cut himself off with another coughing fit, Mark rubbing his back with a small smirk.
"Fine huh? Whatever you say clover. Look, I'll be right back ok? I'm the king of cold cures" he stood up, puffing his chest out proudly, playing it up. Jack laughed again, watching as his boyfriend wandered out of the room, and came back a little while later with a mug of tea, a hot water bottle, a carton of ice-cream, and a spoon. He handed the mug to Jack, tucked the hot water bottle beside him and grinned, opening the ice cream and watching his boyfriends excited face.
"What flavour is it?" He asked, his sickness having not at all affected his sweet tooth
Mark chuckled, getting a spoonful of ice cream and holding it to Jack's lips "see if you can guess."
Jack rolled his eyes but opened his mouth, smiling when he felt the desert melting on his tongue. "cookie dough. Aww, you got my favourite!"
Mark nodded, shuffling to curl behind Jack, draping an arm over him. "Of course I did, nothing helps speed up the recovery like ice cream and cuddles. Now put the show back on, Matt has been annoying me to watch this for weeks."
Jack snuggled into Mark, happily eating the ice cream and cuddling into his fiancé. He still wasn't entirely used to calling him that. Mark really was his fiancé, they were engaged. Mark did this every single day that Jack was sick. He'd leave in the morning, Jack would watch an episode or two of a show, then Mark would come home with a new flavour of ice cream, or sweet for the Irishman. Jack loved every second of this, and actually, ended up being "sick" for about 2 days after he felt fine.
A week later, Mark got sick.
The couple got through 5 more cartons of ice cream and the first season of another show, a web show this time, called Carmilla, because it had helped Jack recover. Since then, they've done it every time one of them got sick.
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Septiplier one shots ^_^
FanfictionHey, I write this pairing a lot, and I figured I may as well have a book to write them in, since most of them are like 1 chapter.
