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soup and snuggles

I want soup >:(

Unknownuser55555  bring me soup

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George sniffled a few times while recording a manhunt. He thought the itch in his throat was from the terrified screaming he'd been doing, but when he woke up in the middle of the night in a sneezing and coughing fit he realized the situation might be a little worse.

His head felt like a blowing ball. George tossed and turned under the covers, flipping them off of him and pulling them back on through hot and cold flashes. The dark room was filled with small coughs and the whirring of a fan, George reached over to his nightstand, turning the light on as he squinted.

In the distance of their home, he could hear Clay up still, probably editing a video or streaming speedruns like he did at 5 am sometimes. He opened the hall door quietly, feeling fatigued from either a) the time of the morning he woke up at or b) being sick.

At this point, it might be both.

George hadn't been sick for a while. At least not with something like this. He'd had his fair share of colds and stomach aches, but he couldn't remember when he'd felt this bad.

He thought that maybe it was because he was around other people in the middle of his first winter in America, having moved there a few months ago.

George drug his heavy limbs through the hallway and stopped in front of Clay's office, knocking on the door quietly before opening it slowly.

"B-babe?" George asked, blinking as the light from the room flooded his vision, nearly hurting his head.

"Georgie-," Clay turned around, surprised to see his boyfriend awake so late. Usually he'd be fast asleep and waiting for Clay to come to bed at whatever time he managed to get tired throughout the night. "What are you doing awake baby?"

Clay smiled softly, instantly feeling that something was off about George at the moment. "I don't feel good." George mumbled, suppressing a sneeze with a sniffle.

"Oh Georgie," Clay stood, approaching George with his arms open, letting the shorter boy melt in the touch for a moment before checking to see if George's temperature was up with his hands.

Clay's hands were immediately met with warmth, too hot to be normal in the middle of winter. "Here," Clay patted George's side. "We'll go check your temperature."

George let Clay pick him up and carry him into the bathroom, where he sat the brunette on the counter, opening their medicine cabinet to find the thermometer his mother had bought for him when they got their own home.

Clay hummed as he cleaned the thermometer. He glanced up to see George leaning against the wall sluggishly, very unlike the George he constantly saw being happy and energetic. "Open." Clay poked George's leg, sticking the thermometer under George's tongue, smiling as he meant forward to press a kiss to George's warm forehead. "How long have you felt bad?" Clay asked once he was ready to check the temperature.

"Since maybe yesterday- or- maybe two days ago." George shrugged, letting Clay look at the temperature.

"You've got a fever of 100.6°." Clay announced softly and George whined. He hated being sick, his throat was hurting, he felt like shit, he had a caught itching at the back of his throat. "Here," Clay took George's hand. "I'll make you some soup if you're hungry and we'll go to bed and I'll take you to the doctor in the morning, is that okay?" Clay asked, his tone obviously softer and more caring than normal.

George smiled slightly, "it's 5am why do you want to make soup?"

"It helps, trust me." Clay laughed, walking to the kitchen with George in tow.

"Americans are weird." George texted his head on the table, watching as his fiancé grabbed a can of soup from the cupboard, pouring it into a pot that was on the stove. "But how did I get so lucky?"

"I'm supposed to promise you 'in sickness and in health' in a few months. Making you soup and giving you snuggles while sick is something I'll do any time you feel bad." Clay let the soup simmer on low as he knelt in front of George. "I love you, Georgie."

"I love you too." George murmured, feeling himself grow tired as Clay ran his fingers through George's hair, he whined when Clay stood to take the soup off of the stove, pouring the chicken noodle soup into a bowl and bringing it to the table.

"It's probably hot," Clay sat down across from George, smiling as George blew on the hot food for a second. "Like you."

"If that was a fever joke I hate you." George said as he slowly ate the food.

"It was the truth, both because of the fever and because you're a babe. Even if you've got snot running down your face." Clay smiled endearingly watching as George cringed in disgust.

"Gross," George stayed quiet as he finished the soup, giving the bowl to Clay who rinsed it out in the sink. "I can't walk." George complained.

Clay grinned, "Are you really not able to walk or do you just want me to spoil you?"

He watched as George grinned cutely, "take a guess."

"You shithead, come here." Clay walked over to George, who clung around Clay was he was carried through the house and to their bedroom. "I shouldn't sleep next to you because I might get sick, but I'm probably infected with your funk already." Clay laid George on the bed, grabbing an extra blanket which he wrapped tightly around George.

He walked through the house, making sure to turn off the lights before returning to the bed where George sat looking at him with sick eyes. Clay climbed into the bed, letting George make himself comfortable in Clay's embrace.

Clay pulled the covers over their legs, keeping George secure in his grasp. George made annoyed noises as he snuggled into Clay, managing to find a spot in Clay's side that was comfortable enough to rest on. "Thank you," George spoke, his words muffled by Clay's shirt. "M' love you."

Clay rubbed circles into George's back lovingly, resting his head happily on the man he was soon to be married to. "I love you too, Georgie." Clay pressed a kiss into George's hair before hearing soft snores.

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1070 words eee

my stomach hurts woop woop

but I still want soup

if you check out Unknownuser55555 I'll share my soup