blake richardson imagines

He's Sick

You woke up to the sound of your boyfriend having a humongous coughing fit and felt so bad for him. "Blakey? Are you okay hun?" You asked him sweetly. He just shook his head slowly. "Do you want some medicine? Some water?" He nodded his head and you headed downstairs to grab some cough syrup and a glass of water. He drank both down and you stroked his forehead. Seeing him like this made you so upset.

You left him in bed for an hour or so while you tried doing a bit of homework. You typed away on your laptop at your desk pausing every couple of seconds to write something down. You heard rustling in the sheets from behind you and you turned around, seeing Blake trying to sit up. "B, stay there. You're ill," You sighed, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I-I need to do writing for the new single... it's nearly done there's just a bit more to-" "Nope, you're staying in bed, or I can help you migrate to the sofa. I'm calling George in a minute to tell him you can't do any writing today, okay?" He just rubbed his eyes and nodded his head, lying back down as you pulled out your phone to ring George.

The next time he woke up he seemed a lot perkier. His cheeks were flushed with colour and the sparkle in his eyes had come back again. He stared at you in admiration. You were on the 4th piece of homework after deciding you had nothing better to do, sat in your desk chair with some comfy shorts on, your hair flung up into a messy bun and a random shirt of his that you'd stolen from his wardrobe.

He walked up behind you, snaking his arms round your neck and kissing your cheek softly. "Well someone's feeling better," you smirked, looking into his eyes before lightly pecking his lips. "It's your incredible caring skills. How much homework have you done while I've been asleep?" He asked, looking around at all the sheets of paper and textbooks scattered over your desk. "This would be the 4th," you replied, sighing as you write down the last note. "You woke up just in time though, I just finished," you smiled, standing up with him still attached to you. You held him close, your cheek pressed against his bare chest. He slowly rocked you both side to side, before things got messy and you fell down onto his bed, him hovering above you.

"I love you so much, y/n y/l/n. Thank you for looking after me today,"

You said nothing in response, only leaned up with your eyes closed, pressing your lips to his firmly and passionately, looping his hair round and round your fingers.

"You'd better not have been faking being sick just to get a kiss,"