Just a cute sick!reader x Steve, a little Drabble I just wanted to write down:)
“Steve, babe, I can’t make it tonight.” You coughed over the phone, voice raspy as you breathed through your mouth. You’d been sick for the past two weeks, and it didn’t seem to be getting better any time soon. A cough, cold, runny nose, sore throat, fever, you name it. If it was a possible symptom, you had it, and was lying half-dead in bed because of it.
He groaned, paused, and then seemed to cheer up a bit, “Okay, then, I have an idea.”
“Oh no,” You warned, raising a hand in the air even though you knew he couldn’t see you, “No, no, no. I look absolutely disgusting right now, you can’t come over.”
“(Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), you could never look disgusting,” He promised, and you pictured him rolling his eyes, “And guess what?”
“What?” You rasped.
“I’m coming over.”
About 10 minutes later you heard your front door creak open, and you knew it was him. Since both of your parents were basically never home, Steve and you hung out a lot. That was one of the perks of having absolutely no authority figures, you could see your boyfriend as much as you wanted to. That night was no exception, and when Steve waltzed into your room a few seconds later, you were happy to see him.
Even though you looked like living death- hair thrown into a messy bun, and the hood of Steve’s sweatshirt pulled over half your face- he still looked at you with the same spark in his eyes, “Hey, gorgeous.”
“Oh shut up,” You waved a pale hand at him, “Welcome to quarantine, Harrington.”
“Happy to be here,” He grinned, nudging you over and taking a spot next to you on the bed, “Also, I brought reinforcements.”
At that, your interest peaked, “Reinforcements?”
Wordlessly, he slung his backpack from his shoulders and set it down on the comforter, “I got all your favorites.” Your brows rose, and he began to pull out the bag’s contents and lay them out on the bed.
“Okay so here we got Footloose, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Clueless- keep in mind, babe, this is the only time I’m voluntarily watching this movie- and The Breakfast Club.” He started spouting out your favorite DVD’s, most of which you’d left at his house, and then looked at you to choose one.
“You know you’re the best right?” You said between coughs, “And I love you a lot?”
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” He chuckled, gently wrapping his arms around your shoulders and waist, “I love you too, sick girl.”
“Mhm,” You smirked- even at your sickest, you’d take the opportunity to tease him, “But I choose Clueless, we’re definitely watching Clueless.”
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