My Chemical Romance Oneshots

I don't feel good [Mikey]

"Do I have to eat? Can't I just sleep?" Mikey croaked out and gave me big puppy eyes.

It was really hard to not just say yes to these tired eyes that pleaded for mercy. "Mikey Baby you need to eat something. The last time you ate, was this morning and it was only a toast."

"But I'm not hungry." I swore these coughs were faked for sympathy points. And this was the only reason why I actually got up again.

"I know but you need to eat or you will feel even worse. Can you get to the bedroom and put on some pyjamas? This way it'll be more comfortable and I just bring the soup, okay?" I coaxed gently and helped him unwrap himself and get up.

Mikey nodded and let me help him, His face lit up at the mention of soup. "Can you make mom's? She always made this chicken soup when Gee or I had been sick?"

So I made sure that my boyfriend got into his Star Wars pyjamas safely and tugged him under the covers before I went to the kitchen and called Mrs Way. I had to talk her out from coming over and let her explain to me step by step what to do. And she made me promise to call her the second Mikey would get worse before she let me actually cook.

With a tray loaded with the soup, two bowls and a bit of bread, I went back to our bedroom. I stopped in the doorway and just admired my boyfriend for a bit. He looked so peaceful right now, upper body slightly elevated, his legs spread out widely and his right arm resting on his chest. His eyes were closed and his head was turned to the ceiling.

"Stop staring, Y/N," Mikey stated nasally, his eyes remaining shut. I giggled and came closer to rest the tray on the bed.

Mikey sat up against the pillows and let me hand him the bowl. "And what if I liked the view?"

"Yeah because I'm so sexy right now," he snorted an instantly regretted it. Another violent coughing fit shook his body and he had to double over, the bowl in his hands luckily still empty.

I waited for him to calm down again and then pressed my hand on his burning forehead. "You're hot though."

While Mikey rolled his eyes at my horrible pun, I snickered and gave him some of the soup. "Here. I called your mom for the recipe so it better be good. Eat, and I'll be back in a second."

I felt his gaze following me to the bathroom where I grabbed a washcloth and a little bucket and filled it with cold water. After I had felt his burning skin, I had remembered that my mom used to put wet washcloths on my forehead to calm the fever. So I did just this as I plopped down next to my boyfriend on the bed.

He watched me curiously dunk the cloth in the ice cold water. Then, he sighed in a mix of surprise and relief as the fabric touched his sweaty skin. "Better?"

Mikey only hummed happily and even let me gently pry the bowl from his hands to feed him. God, he must have been feeling pretty shitty because normally he wouldn't let me baby him so much.

We continued like this for a few spoonfuls until my rumbling stomach made another guest appearance. Mikey's eyes snapped open and he studied the situation. "Oh no. You eat something too. I'm not a baby, I can feed myself."

"You're my baby though," I teased but handed him his food and got myself something of the soup.

After the first bite, I made a mental note to write down the recipe from Mrs Way. This was delicious. My stomach was doing standing ovations right now. I felt Mikey stare at me so I stuck out my tongue and grinned cheekily. Mikey chuckled hoarsely and if he hadn't been so sick, this would have been one of the hottest noises he ever made. What can I say? I was a sucker for deep, raspy morning voice-Mikey and his current sick-y hurt-y voice came close to it. But instead of melting at the chuckle, I felt concerned as I could practically hear his throat grow rawer by the second.

"You want another tea for your throat?"

Mikey shook his head tiredly and he handed me back the bowl. "'m sleepy."

"Okay. Come on, lay down while I clean up," I said softly and collected the things back on the tray.

I shortly rinsed out the bowls and then made myself ready for bed, too. It was only six in the evening but Mikey's sleepiness was contagious and I wanted to cuddle him. So I crawled back into bed with him.

As I tried to nuzzle myself into his shoulder, he spoke up softly. "Stop."

Immediately, I did and looked at him in concern. Did I hurt him? "Is everything okay, Baby?"

"Don't want ya gettin' sick too," Mikey said and sneezed again.

I just rolled my eyes and handed him another tissue. "I don't care, dumbass. I want to cuddle you to give you warmth and be close to you when you don't feel good so open these lanky arms and let me be."

"My arms are very strong, thank you very much," Mikey grumbled but did what I told him.

Instead of laying down on his chest like I had originally planned to, I pulled Mikey by his arms on top of me. This way his head would be elevated. Also he loved to be held when he wasn't feeling well so it was a win-win.

Happily, he situated himself on my chest and wrapped his arms around my torso while I put my hands on his back where I drew soft comforting patterns with my hands. I felt Mikey relax under my touch so I kept moving my fingers until I noticed him doze off.

"Y/N?" he spoke up groggily.

"Hm?"

"Thanks. Love you," Mikey mumbled and pressed a close mouthed kiss to my collar bone.

I grinned stupidly as the tiny gesture made butterflies run wild in my stomach despite the fact that we had been together for quite some time already. "Love you too. And you probably can return the favour in a few days."

Mikey only groaned in reply.

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Thank you for this request @HeavyMetalBrokeMCR (my phone is being weird and probably doesn't let me tag you properly so I'll let it stand like this for now and hope that you still see it) I had so much fun writing this!

Fun fact: I am writing this while I'm talking about love with my best friend while he's playing FIFA

Love you guys and stay safe💜