Oneshots and Imagines

Wash x Reader: Soup-er!

I am so sorry for the bad pun at the end and for the bad story.

You started another coughing fit, feeling like you couldn't breathe. Damn influenza. Doctor said you couldn't go anywhere, so you sent your boyfriend, David, to get things. You heard the door click to your bedroom, David walking in. He had a thermometer in one hand, a vase with carnations in the other.

"You idiot, I don't need flowers!" You chuckled, catching your breath. However, the chuckling caused another bout of coughing.

When you were finished with your struggles, he smiled and said, "Maybe I just wanted to get you some, almost like a get well soon card, but with flowers."

He gave you the thermometer and you put it in your mouth for a minute. When you took it out, you groaned. "103.5... Washy?"

David took the thermometer. "Yeah?"

"Can you get me some soup please?"

He did just that. When he handed you the bowl, you smiled and croaked out, "You're a soup-er guy."

He sighed, smiling. "That was so bad."

"I try."

He kissed you on the forehead and left the room, still laughing and shaking his head.