Razzbowski Imagines

(Romantic Imagine [1{Part 1}])

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A few things other than that...

If you want a part two to any of the existing imagines, just tell me and I can do that for you.

I might do part two anyway if I feel like it, though.

Requests are always open and looked at. Haven't got any yet, though.

Currently listening to: 93- Finish Him (Album Mix) by Ninety9Lives

DID IT WHILE WRITING. GOOD FOR BRAIN.

Let's get started, though!

Swearing: Very little

Romance: Of course, silly. It's in the title.

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     "(Y/n), could you make me some coffee?" Rhys called from his computer.

     I sat up on the couch and said, "Sure, I'll be there in a second."

     "Thanks, babe."

     I put together all the pieces of the coffeemaker and started it up. I had just been over at Rhys's for an hour or two, he wanted me there because he was kind of stressed. He mentioned something about not feeling the greatest, but he said it was probably nothing.

     I walked into Rhys's recording room and I waited. As usual, Rhys was leaned over his editing, clicking and typing away.

     "It's really warm in here," I said as Rhys turned around.

     "Really? I was just thinking about turning on my space heater," Rhys replied.

     "You're shaking," I said as I walked to his chair. His face paled, and his teeth started chattering. I felt his forehead. Burning. "Fever," I muttered.

     "What?"

     "You've got a fever. A bad one. No more work, get covered up."

     "I've got work to finish, (Y/n)!" Rhys protested.

     "No, you're working yourself sick. You can't just push yourself like that," I countered.

     Rhys sighed and got up shakily. I gave him an arm to lean on, and helped him into bed. I threw another blanket on top of him and gave him a thermometer. One hundred point nine degrees. Between trips in and out of the room, Rhys gave me a spectrum of glares and grateful looks. Finally, I gave him his phone.

     "Bless you," Rhys said weakly. I just smiled. "What about my coffee?"

     "Not until you can hold down toast."

     "Can I have toast, then?" he asked.

     "Give it an hour or two, Rhys."

     "Will you at least stay with me?"

     "If you're too hot, though, I'm leaving," I agreed, plopping down on the bed.

     "You know I'm always too hot," Rhys said, running his fingers through his hair and giving me a cheeky grin.

     "Oh, screw off," I said with a laugh.

     Rhys got a text from Dawko asking if he wanted to record today, but Rhys said he was sick. Dawko called, and Rhys put it on speaker phone.

     "What's going on, Razz?" Dawko asked.

     "Bad fever. (Y/n)'s keeping me in bed," Rhys replied. "Say hi, (Y/n)."

     "Hey Dawko," I said cheerily.

     "Why do you keep him in bed? I wanted to record with him," Dawko said with fake disappointment in his voice.

     "Not happening, sorry. He's burning up, and it would only get worse with the stress of work," I said.

     Dawko went silent for a bit, but then said, "Do you think that (Y/n) could record with me, Razz?"

     "Which game?" Rhys asked.

     "Just Garry's Mod."

     "What do you think, (Y/n)?"

     "I've recorded a couple of times with Razz, so I think I'm used to it. Besides, I love Garry's Mod!" I answered. "Sure, I'll do it."

     "Alright! I'm super excited! 8-BitGaming is doing a recording also, so when we get set up, I'll tell you, and you can jump on. Whose account will you be using?" Dawko asked.

     "Probably Razz's. I'm too lazy to switch it," I shrugged.

     "Sounds good. I'll talk to you then!" Dawko said.

     "Bye, Dawko!" Rhys and I said as he ended the call.

     "You've got my nickname down," Rhys commented.

     "Yeah, it's been a little bit of getting used to, but otherwise, I got it," I said as I slid my legs off the bed and stood up, but Rhys grabbed my wrist. "What?" I asked.

     "I just wanted you to know how hot you are."

     My face heated up, and Rhys reached up and touched my chin softly. I sat back down, face to face with him.

     "Do you feel the same way about me?" he asked.

     I nodded slightly, and Rhys brushed my hair behind my ear. He sat up slowly, not wanting to break each others' gaze. I was frozen in place, made stone by Rhys's twinkling eyes, slightly foggy by sickness and love.

     Rhys put both of his abnormally warm hands on my cheeks, and I brushed my hand on his cheek, but it didn't stay. I was too shocked, but in a good way.

     "You're going to get me sick," I whispered.

     "I don't think that you would care too much if you were sick with me, would you, (Y/n)?" Rhys asked quietly.

     "You're probably correct," I replied, just before our lips touched. The first phase of our kiss was loving, sweet, and mild, but it would only get better.

     He started getting more intense, but still gentle as always. He's a fucking fantastic kisser.

     Rhys softly stuck his tongue in between my lips, and I opened my mouth larger, giving him easier access. His long tongue seemed to scour every millimeter of my mouth, and I did nothing to fight it.

     He pulled his tongue out what seemed like years, yet it seemed much too short. He broke the kiss, his tired, sick body not letting him go any longer. He laid back down, and I stood up and straightened his blankets over him. I combed my fingers through his hair, and he relaxed.

     I was halfway out the room before I heard, "(Y/n)?"

     "Yeah, Rhys?" I answered.

     "Have fun, babycakes."

     "For you, I will," I said with a small smile. He returned a sickly smile before his eyes close, and he falls asleep.

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