Sick Boy - Steve Harrington imagine
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Request : stranger things & steve harrington & 7 & 29 please <33Warnings : none, BUT A FLUFFY SICK STEVE
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I exit my last period class and dash towards the parking lot, usually I’m not in this much of a hurry to get out of school but my poor boyfriend is at home sick and there’s no one home to take care of him. I get to my car and throw all my books and Steve’s into the backseat, I grabbed his homework and assignments on my lunch hour - not like he’s going to do them anyway. I start my car and make my way to Steve’s house.
I get to his place within 10 minutes and park my car in the driveway, his parents won’t mind cause they’re out of town once again. I walk up to the front door and let myself in with the key Steve gave me and make my way upstairs to Steve’s room, I open his door and my heart breaks at the sight of him. He’s wrapped up in what looks like 3 blankets with tissues all over his floor and bed, I watch him turn his head and he sees me and gives me the saddest smile I’ve ever seen.
“Hey baby, how are you feeling?” I question as I walk to the edge of his bed and sit down, he sniffles and before he can answer he lets out some rough sounding coughs.
“I’m okay.” he says with a raspy voice, clearly he’s not okay.
“Awe my poor boy, I’m gonna take care of you, okay?” I say in a concerning voice, he smiles at me and nods his head, completely content with being babied.
“Do you have a fever?” I say as I reach my hand to feel his forehead, he feels a normal but his head is all sweaty. “No fever.” I say pushing some hair out of his face. “Have you taken any medicine?” I ask, knowing fully well he’s going to lie and say yes.
“Yes I did.” he says nodding his head, I give him a skeptical look and stand up putting my hands on my hips.
“Steve Harrington don’t lie to me.” I say sternly, he just stares at me biting his lip knowing he got caught. “I’ll be right back.” I say as I leave his room and head for the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, Steve doesn’t get sick often, since he’s an athlete he takes pretty good care of himself but when he does get sick he’s the biggest baby I’ve ever met. I grab some Benadryl to help his sore throat and head back to his room, when I get back he’s still in the same position watching the door to see what I brought. When he sees the bottle of Benadryl his eyes widen and he covers his head with a blanket.
“No! I’m not taking that! It tastes like shit!” he yells from under the covers acting like a child.
“Babe c’mon. Please don’t do this.” I whine opening the bottle and pouring some liquid into the lid.
“Nuh uh, no way!” he protests from under the sheets.
I huff out a loud groan knowing he’s going to be stubborn about this.
“Alright fine, you wanna be a baby? Fine with me.” I say pouring the medicine back into the bottle, “I’ll just leave since you can clearly take care of yourself, hey I wonder what Billy’s doing tonight.” I say sarcastically.
“Alright! I get it, give me the stupid medicine!” He whines as he takes the covers off his body, crossing his arms like a child.
I smile at him and reopen the bottle pouring it back into the lid once again, I take a seat in front of him on the bed and he pushes himself up to receive the medicine. I hand the lid over to him and he takes it glaring at me, he stares at the lid for 10 seconds before taking a deep breath and downing it. He scrunches his face in disgust and I can’t help but laugh, he then shudders his body and makes gagging noises, now he’s over exaggerating.
“Oh stop it’s not that bad you big baby.” I say mocking him, putting the lid back on the bottle.
“Oh yeah?” he questions, “Lets see you take a swig and see how macho you are princess.” He says taking the bottle from my hands.
“If I hang out with you any longer I may have to.” I joke putting taking his sweaty hand in mine, he gives me a glare and places the bottle on his night stand. “How about I make you some soup?” I say trying to make him feel better.
“Maybe later, can we just cuddle for a bit?” He asks extending his arms out to me, I tilt my head in awe and nod my head.
“Of course baby.” I say, he pulls his blankets down and pats to the empty space next to him. I shuffle over to his side and wrap my arm around his torso, resting my head on his chest.
“Thank you for coming over and taking care of me.” he says, “I love you so much.” he whispers into my ear holding me tighter to his body.
I smille and look up at him, “I love you to my sick boy.” I say and I kiss his cheek. I fall asleep to the sound of his heart beating, as stubborn as he is - I love taking care of him.
Omg I live for a sick Steve!!! Hope you like it!