will you just hold still? - sick fic
aaa this had actually been in my drafts for months and i’ve just gotten around to finish it,, ups? welp, and thanks to @maywish27 for requsting a bunch of small drabbles!! also everyone remember to take care of yourselves ♡
pairing: victor x mc
wordcount: 617 ~ around 2 min and 30 sec
genre: pure fluff (rlly soft y’all)
an: i finished writing this instead of my social sciences, danish and math assignment ha ha ahh (｡•́︿•̀｡)
description: you’re sick and try to convince victor that you’re fine (you’re obviously not), and victor making sure you stay home.
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it was flu season in loveland. and for the past 7 years, you’ve been healthy and running as usual. but, but you should’ve known that you couldn’t always be this lucky. and this year your luck had run out. because clearly, you weren’t okay, in fact, you were actually sick. your head pounded, your limbs felt heavy and the flush in your cheeks felt as if you were on fire.
‘’no victor, i’m fine’’, you reassured victor in the most convincing voice that you could muster. but it didn’t help that your voice wouldn’t cooperate with you, so what should’ve been your normal, chirpy and cheerful voice, what actually came out was an extremely hoarse and sickly sound.
victor scuffed. of course, you would try to convince him that you were fine, even though you looked like plain shit. but still cute in his eyes. the bags under your eyes were more prominent than ever. the look in your eyes clearly showed that you were tired.
‘’mc, you’re sick’’, victor simply stated, not taking any bullshit from you. any idiot could certainly see that you were sick. well, maybe you were a bigger idiot than victor originally thought.
you pouted, hoping victor would at least let you work from home and even if he disagreed you would probably still do it. you had a ton of work waiting for you and just the thought of it made your head throb. but responsibilities were still responsibilities and you had a whole company on your shoulders. you tossed and turned in bed.
‘’will you just hold still mc?’’ victor’s voice had an immediate effect on you. your body seemed to melt under his command.
victor then sat beside you and took your temperature. he sighed. loudly.
victor had a look that plainly said; dumbass just stay home and get better.
‘’mc you dummy, just lay down and get some rest,’’ was his voice was much warmer than usual or were you just that gone from reality?
you did as he said, not wanting to discuss the status of your wellbeing, but the pout was kept. victor saw you tucked in bed and was ready to leave.
‘’victor?’’ you called, finally tucked in completely but still having one wish, not wanting to let him leave just yet.
‘’yes mc?’’ victor turned around fully, giving you his attention.
you hesitated. wondering if this request was too much, but you asked anyway. your last resolve went away with your health.
‘’could- would you please stay? just for a little while?’’ when said aloud the request was intimate. something only the two of you should hear.
victor obviously couldn’t say no. it wasn’t frequent that you would honestly and directly ask something of him. especially a request like that. a soft feeling overcame him. the unusual request of yours was cute and the end of victor’s mouth was slightly curved upwards without his permission. even the usual stern look in his eyes was gone and replaced with something more intimate. something much more profound.
he sat on the edge of the bed and kept you company. his hand running through your hair. just the slightest touch comforted you immensely and in your drowsy state, you wanted victor to continue. you relished in victor giving you all his attention. victor’s hand combed your hair, and as he’d thought you had fallen asleep, he dropped his hand from your cascading hair to the bed. in your sleeplike state, you sought out the warmth that was victor’s hand. you found his hand and entwined your hands. victor let this happen with a fond smile that he didn’t bother hiding.
and when you woke up from dreamland, victor was still holding your hand, lightly caressing it. his much larger hand in yours, just completely engulfing them.
