can i request a fic with sick clingy megan x fem reader? thanks!
Clingy Koala
pairing: sick!megan skiendiel x female reader
warnings: fluff, megan being sick
a/n: little shorter but I’ve got one last request to fulfill, to whom it’s from, I’m working on it promise, and don’t forget to keep those requests coming <3
You knew it from the moment Megan woke up whining like a dog. Her forehead burned up, her body shivering even though she felt like she was on fire. When you went downstairs, returning with a thermostats, the whopping number 100 appearing on it. You immediately order Megan to bed rest.
“Baby.” Megan called once, face stuffed in the pillow. When you didn’t answer, she tried again, whinier this time. “Babyyyyyy.”
You came down the hall, poking your head in. “What’s wrong, Meg?”
“Want you.” She pouted so adorably. It was almost hard to say no.
“I have to make your soup, baby. You can’t survive off an empty stomach.”
Megan let out the loudest whimper you’ve ever heard before. Your eyes widened a bit. “Nooooo! I want you. Just you. No soup.”
You begrudgingly walked into the room, crouching by the bed. Your hand cupped one side of Megan’s face. And god, she buried herself so deep into your palm, eager for your warm touch. “I’ll make you a deal. Finish at least half of the soup and we can cuddle for the rest of the day. That sound good?”
Megan pondered for half a second before nodding.
“Okay.” You kissed her forehead. “I’ll be right back. 10 minutes.”
Megan sighed softly, pulling back and let you go. She buried herself under the covers, red nose barely peaking out. You kept your promise—ten minutes later, you returned with a warm bowl of soup and a cup of lemon tea. You helped Megan sit up, her back pressed against the headboard, bowl in lap now.
She ate quietly. You put on a show on the tv, not really caring, you just wanted Megan to feel safer.
By the time she finished, you took her bowl downstairs. You returned to find Megan’s arms wide open, beckoning for you to come over and hold up your end of the deal.
You playfully rolled your eyes and trudged over. Megan immediately rolled over, trapping you under her with her face buried between your boobs. “Babe.” You huffed a laugh. “You can’t breathe that way.”
“‘M fine.” She muffled out, eyes already falling asleep. Damn, that medicine kicked in fast.
Your hands combed her hair, planting soft kisses to her head every now and then. Megan made little noises each time, almost purring or cooing sounds, content filling her body. She completely relaxed against you.
You held her without a single trace of hesitation. You knew Megan felt happy right where she was. That was something no one could take from her. Because even though she’s sick, and there’s a high chance of you catching it too, you’ll baby her as much as she wants, holding her for hours on end, and letting her cling to you like koala.
Whatever your baby wanted.
