I am hella sick and uhh basically I can't stop thinking abt basement Gerard taking care of me. Like comforting you, reassuring you, he cuddles you, etc etc. (in his basement pls thank you) I shall be ur 🍮 if it isn't taken yet, but if it is, u can give me a different one! :33
you’d been feeling a bit under the weather lately, having caught the nasty cold virus that had been making the rounds at your school/work. of course, your boyfriend wasn’t about to let you suffer on your own. the second he heard you cough and the way your voice rasped due to the congestion, he insisted you stay at his place so he could take care of you, offering a movie marathon filled with all your favorites. he’d even gone as far as asking his mom for a soup recipe just to help soothe your raw throat.
after hours of careful preparation, he finally had you cocooned in a massive bundle of blankets right in the middle of his bed. your favorite movie was already playing on the television, and the room was dark, just the television and a lamp on his bedside table with a yellow tint, creating the perfect cozy cave for you to relax in. “ahh, open up, sugar,” gerard smiled softly down at you, holding the warm bowl in his lap as he fed you. “just one more spoonful…” he cooed, waiting patiently for you to take it before setting the empty bowl aside on the nightstand. “..and you’re done! alright.. let’s get you your medicine?” he leaned down to plant a sweet, comforting kiss on your lips, but you quickly turned your head away with a soft huff. glaring up at him with as much stern energy as your body could muster, you mumbled, “don’t. you’ll get sick too.”
gerard looked personally offended by the rejection, letting out a dramatic scoff before gently cupping your flushed face in his hands. “really? you think just a teeny kiss could get me sick?” he challenged, a fond smirk playing on his lips as he began peppering a dozen tiny kisses all over your cheeks, nose, and forehead just to prove you wrong.
once he was satisfied with smothering you (which wasn’t until he left you reduced to a giggling mess) his playful demeanor softened back into ”caretaker mode”, carefully measuring out the dose and holding it to your lips with a encouraging murmur. after you swallowed the bitter liquid, he immediately held up a water bottle for you to take a sip of water to wash it down, using his thumb to gently wipe away a stray drop from the corner of your mouth before planting another kiss to your forehead.
he eventually got himself settled onto the mattress right beside you in your little blanket cocoon, wrapping am arm over your midriff and pulling your back against his chest. he began running his fingers through your hair in slow, soothing strokes, humming softly against the crown of your head “sleep, sugar.. i’ll be right here when you wake up.”
and sure enough, he was there when you woke.. well, him with a stuffed nose and a raspy cough. you just stared at him, brow raised with an unimpressed expression before blurting out; “i told you so.” to which he whined, immediately followed by a pathetic little cough.. but before he could even complain, she was already wrapping him in the duvet beside her and pressing a little kiss to his cheek.
