Queen oneshots

A little under the weather : Breaky

Brian's POV:
john was sick. not like majorly sick but he had the flu and was feeling pretty shit.
it started last night, we where just watching a movie together when he said he wasn't feeling it well and went up to get an early night. i stayed downstairs to finish the film and when i got to our room i found him passed out on top of the covers with his clothes still on. he must must have been too tired to even get undressed, he also must have been freezing without the covers as he was shivering.
i woke him lightly and made him get changed and get under the covers with me.

this morning he woke me up and he was pouting and sniffling complaining to me about his shit he felt. and that leads us to now, me making him some tea and soup.
i know it's bad to wish people unwell, but i did love it when john was sick or tired, because he was all that more cute.
the way his nose and cheeks where pink and how he sniffled lightly and pouted at me when i denied him kisses. and the best bit, i was the one who got to take care of him.

once his food was ready i took it up stairs in a tray along with some paracetamol, i opened the door and couldn't see john but only a lump under the covers. i smiled lightly and set down the tray on his nightstand before pulling the covers off of him making him squeal.

"briannnn!" he whined at me covering his face with his hands.

"what are you doing?" i asked.

"my head hurts so bad and the light makes it worse!" he pouted, coming over to me and binding his face in my chest.

"just close the curtains." i chuckled before getting up and pulling the curtains closed so the room was now only dimly lit.
"i brought you some food."

"thank you Bri." he smiled slightly and sat against the head board.

"so there is tea, just how you like it and some chicken soup- because it will make u feel better, and if that doesn't work some paracetamol" i said passing him the tray.

"smells good." he breathed in.

"because it is good." i chuckled sitting cross legged opposite him.

he finished all the food and swallowed the pill so i took the tray and dirty dishes down stairs. i let out a deep sigh as i entered the kitchen. i washed the dishes up and then went to watch some tv.

i sat on the sofa, pulling a thick blanket over me and switched to the nature channel.
this winter was particularly cold, lots of snow, i'm guessing that's how hot ill in the first place. him and roger had gone sledding a few days prior.

i had been watching the tv for about 30 minutes when i head little footsteps come up behind me. i spun round and saw john, his hair was messier than mine and he had my hoodie on and was wrapped in one of the blankets form out room- he looked adorable.

"hey sleepyhead, how you feeling?" i cooed as he walked round the sofa and sat beside me.

"sick. and tired." he whined looking up at me with sad eyes.

"then why did you come down? you should be sleeping."

"i missed you." he sniffed.

"mm bet you did." i laughed.

"can we cuddle?" he asked looking at me with better puppy dog eyes than Rog, he looked so sad, and so cute, i just wanted to hold him close- but he was sick.

"babe, you're sick." i sighed sadly tucking the fallen strands of hair back behind his ear.

he didn't reply just let out a sobbing sound, curling himself up in the end of the sofa.
"ughhh fine!" he looked up at me with his watery eyes and his face lit up, "but no kissing, i don't want to get the flu."

he shuffled over to me and sat in between my legs, he rested his head on my lower stomach and wrapped his hands around the jumper u was wearing.
i smiled and draped my arms around his small body.
"i love you." i said quietly.

"i love you too." he mumbled back against the fabric of my clothing.

not only 5 minutes went by and he had fallen in a deep sleep, letting out soft snores as he always did when he was under the weather.
i felt myself start to doze off as well and didn't decline my body's request.

Johns POV:
i woke up, feeling worse than before, and saw that it was now dark outside and brian was sleep, he also left the tv on.
i reached up to behind his head where the remote lay on the arm of the sofa, careful not to wake him. i switched off the tv and sat up slowly, causing my head to spin wildly.
i let out a small groan of discomfort and held my head in my hands.

i decided to make some tea and shuffled to the edge of the sofa willing myself the strength to stand up and walk to the kitchen.
i pushed up with my hands and stood for about 2 seconds before everything started spinning and a fell back down.

the action woke brian up with a start thinking something was wrong, "john? are you okay?" he said hurriedly holding onto my arm.

"i wanted some tea but i can't stand up." i cried looking at him.

"it's okay, i'll get it for you." he smiled kindly and stood up with ease.

"i want to come." i pouted catching his hand before he walked away.

"okay come on then, i'll carry you." he smiled and picked me up swiftly bridal style and walked into the kitchen.

he set me down besides him and i held onto him for support, i held both my hands around his upper arm, resting my head on his shoulder as he made the tea.

he passed one of the mugs to me and we made or way slowly back to the living room, me still holding onto him.
he sat me down and then followed suit, he opened my arms for me to crawl into and i did.

i sat comfortably in his lap, he was sat resting on the back of the sofa with me sat across him resting my back on the arm of the sofa. he reached out and pulled a blanket over us.

he held my hand in his own and kissed it lightly, making me smile.
"brian can i just have one kiss? pleasee." i begged, missing the taste of my boyfriends lips against mine.

"babe, i love you but i don't want to get sick! i really want to kiss you, i do but-"

i cut him off my leaning forwards and kissing him, at first he didn't react but then slowly he gave into me, obviously missing kissing as much as i did.

if he didn't pull away i would have stayed kissing him forever, but he did.
"john!"

"what?" i said innocently, trying to hide my smile.

"if i get sick it's your fault!" he sighed in annoyance.

and he did, i got better and he fell under my illness, but it was fine because i got to look after him.

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a/n:
told u guys i would write breaky!!! speaking of breaky there is this story i read by _xXencoreXx_ called 'let us cling together' and it's amazing and deserves so much more recognition. there isn't a lot of breaky fics out there but this one is so good and also starts as dealor so uwu. just please read it, you won't regret it
ok ily 💗