STOANTHAN SICK DAY(first fic)
Rain tapped softly against the window, a steady, sleepy rhythm that filled the small apartment. The world outside moved on as usual, but inside, everything felt slowed down—wrapped in blankets, warmth, and the quiet hum of care.
Jonathan lay curled up on the couch, looking absolutely miserable. His hair was a mess, his nose pink from too many tissues, and he clutched a blanket like it was the only thing tethering him to survival.
“This is it,” he mumbled hoarsely. “Tell people I was brave.”
From the kitchen, Steve snorted. “You have a cold, not a tragic backstory.”
Still, his voice was soft, fond. He walked over carefully, carrying a mug of steaming tea, and crouched beside the couch. “Here. Drink this.”
Jonathan squinted up at him. “If this is poison, I forgive you.”
“It’s honey and lemon,” Steve said, gently lifting Jonathan’s head just enough so he could sip. “Though poisoning you would be quieter.”
Jonathan managed a weak smile between sips. “You’d miss me too much.”
Steve didn’t even hesitate. “Obviously.”
That seemed to settle something. Jonathan relaxed back into the cushions, watching Steve like he was the only thing in the room worth focusing on—which, to be fair, he was.
Steve brushed Jonathan’s hair back from his forehead, his fingers lingering just a little longer than necessary. “You’re burning up.”
“Only because you’re here,” Jonathan croaked, then immediately coughed like his body was punishing him for the attempt.
Steve rolled his eyes, but his cheeks betrayed him with a faint flush. “You’re unbelievable.”
“And yet,” Jonathan whispered dramatically, reaching out to catch Steve’s sleeve, “you stay.”
Steve’s expression softened instantly. He shifted, sitting on the edge of the couch so Jonathan could lean against him. “Yeah,” he said quietly, wrapping an arm around him and pulling the blanket up tighter. “I stay.”
Jonathan sighed, content despite the fever and the ache and the general misery of being sick. “You’re taking suspiciously good care of me.”
“Someone has to,” Steve murmured. “You’d just lie here and narrate your own downfall.”
“I think it adds emotional depth.”
“You think everything adds emotional depth.”
Jonathan tilted his head slightly, resting it against Steve’s shoulder. “You love that about me.”
Steve glanced down at him, his hand absentmindedly rubbing slow, soothing circles on Jonathan’s arm. “Yeah,” he admitted softly. “I really do.”
For a while, neither of them said anything. The rain kept falling, the tea cooled on the table, and Jonathan’s breathing slowly evened out as he drifted closer to sleep.
Just before he fully slipped under, he mumbled, “Hey, Steve?”
“If I die, you’re not allowed to date anyone cooler than me.”
Steve huffed out a quiet laugh, leaning his head lightly against Jonathan’s. “Deal,” he said. “But you’re not dying.”
Jonathan smiled faintly, already half-asleep. “Good. Because I’d haunt you.”
“I’d expect nothing less.”
Steve stayed there long after Jonathan fell asleep, holding him close, keeping him warm, and every so often brushing his hair back like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Outside, the rain kept falling.
Inside, everything felt exactly right.
A/N: hope you enjoy this 😭
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