starkid oneshots

valentines day // robert manion

It was raining all week, Valentine's day week.

Pouring rain now in fact, on my way home from work, the wet jacket I wore started sticking to my arms. Overall, gross day.

The day felt like it went on for hours as the elevator was broken and I had to trudge up 3 flights of stairs to get to my apartment.

Well, not your apartment but it's home.

After dropping the keys on the floor for the second time trying to unlock the door, the door opened and inside I could slip off my drenched sneakers and hang the wet jacket on the back of a chair to throw in the dryer later.

"Welcome home," a voice from the kitchen called.

Looking over I saw my roommate of the past year, Robert, stirring something in a pot.

I nodded, peeling off my wet socks and moving to my room.

Throwing on something dry, I moved to dry my hair with a towel. I let the towel hang off my shoulders before wiping down the rest of my face and tossing the towel onto the rack.

I shuffled into the kitchen were Robert was cooking a pasta dish of some sort, the smell of cooking alfredo sauce mixing with noodle water.

I grimaced a bit at the odd smell when a pair of hands slid from my shoulders to my biceps.

Robert hummed, moving me over a bit to stir the white sauce, "You should go sit down and put something on to watch."

"I'm good," I murmured, a yawn and shudder racking my body.

"You're going to catch a cold," He said, moving out of the kitchen and into his room. He emerged a moment later with one of his jackets in hand.

Robert draped it around my shoulders, his hands brushing against my neck. "Your hands are cold," I said.

"I think you're just warm," he said back. "How long were you out in the rain?"

I pulled the jacket on properly, letting the sleeves fall past my hands. "An hour? I had to walk to lunch since Sarah drove me this morning and left early to pick up her son cause he threw up in class."

"Hmm," Robert hummed, pressing the top of his hand to my forehead. I enjoyed the cold before he removed it again, "I don't think you are running a fever, but you are warm."

"No fever? That's good," I murmur, watching Robert grab the pot of noodles and pouring them into the strainer in the sink. "I'll go throw on Netflix or something and lay down I guess."

"I'll be done here in a minute," Robert reassured, pouring the noodles into the sauce. "Then I'll come sit with you."

I hummed, curling into a ball on the couch. I closed my eyes for a moment and when I opened them again, Robert settled onto the couch and was halfway through the John Mulaney radio city special.

He smiled at me, making my heart swell. He slid the bowl in front of me, "I made you a bowl, but you were asleep when I sat down."

I sat up and pulled the bowl into my lap and scooted over next to Robert. I leaned into his side, stirring the noodles into the sauce. It looked good, was thought before eating a forkful.

Robert laughed lightly, his arm draped over my shoulder. "What a wonderful Valentine's day you're having."

I snorted, "Yup, caught in the rain, caught a cold, and eating lukewarm noodles. Wonderful."

"I can go put it in the microwave for you," He offered, moving to stand up.

"No it's fine," I murmured, leaning into his chest. "Just put on something else to watch, we've seen this 12 times."

"Maybe if you were awake earlier," he joked, grabbing the remote.

I smiled, tucking myself into Rob and keeping the bowl in my lap, "Just put on The Good Place."

"Alright, alright." He clicked resume and the intro jingle played.

The episode played as the two of us half cuddled up, me eating and him a radiator of heat. My eyes felt heavy as the second episode closed, and the credits rolled. Falling asleep was the next step, and before I completely fell unconscious, a pair of arms lifted me up and laid me in my bed, the blanket pulled up and what could only be described as a faint press against my forehead.

"Sleep well."

authors bit: lmao hope you enjoy this cause it's midnight and I have no idea what's going on anymore

-r