Starkid Oneshots! [Requests CLOSED!]

|| Joe Walker x Reader ||

"Babe?" you croaked from your bedroom, before coughing up a storm for the 20th time that day.

"What's wrong Y/N?" Joe asked, rushing to your side.

"I feel awful," you whimpered, pouting.

He sighed, sympathetically. "I know you do," He whispered, moving a piece of hair out of you face, to behind your ear.

"But I want to go to rehearsal,"

"No can do, sweetheart," He chuckled softly.

"But why?" you whined, before going into another coughing fit.

"You just answered your own question. I'm getting you another cup of tea. Would you like anything else?" He asked.

"You're too sweet," you smiled weakly. "And no thank you,"

"Ok. I'll be right back," He planted a kiss on your forehead before walking out of the door.

"Actually-" you said. "Can I have some soup? Or something? I'm hungry," you asked, though you actually did have the energy to get up and do it yourself. Just seeing him flustered, trying to take care of you was cute. You hid a smile as he nodded and went to go prepare the soup and tea.

He came back with the mug and bowl, and placed it on the table beside you.

"Ok, I'm going to rehearsal now. Get some rest, and call me immediately if anything's wrong. I won't be far," He instructed, planting another kiss to your forehead.

"I love you," you grinned.

"I love you back," He smiled, before grabbing his keys and leaving the house.

Once the door was closed you laughed to yourself before peeling the covers off, and chugging down the soup that he made. It was good, that was for certain. He was a good cook. You let the tea settle a bit, before drinking some of it. You got dressed, before slipping on some sneakers and grabbing your bag.

You got to the rehearsal studio a few minutes late, but it was so worth it.

"Y/N? Joe said you were sick?" Meredith asked, confused.

"What? Me? Sick? No?" You grinned.

You join the rest of the cast. Joe notices you, and his eyes widen.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" He pulls you aside.

You doubled over, laughing hysterically, before composing yourself. "I'm not really sick," You put a hand on his shoulder.

"But-," he stammered, trying not to laugh himself.

"You were just too cute so flustered, trying to take care of me, I couldn't help it,"

He was speechless.

"Gotcha," You winked.

"Oh you're so gonna get it," He walked away smiling, shaking his head.

"The soup was good by the way!" You yelled after him.

Good start? Let me know! This is actually very short, future ones will hopefully be much longer than this!!