[discontinued] 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒, g.g ( hunter ) oneshots

𝐜.hicken 𝐧.oodle ˎˊ˗ ஓீ͜❨💊❜ :; requested

" 𝐜.hicken 𝐧.oodle "

trope :;     sickfic !

genre :;    floof !

requested :; by        1-800-daylight

summary :; 
" one were y/n makes him soup while he's sock "
" *sick "

author's ramble — e

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 gently knocked against the smoothing door's surfaces, before you opened the door and took few steps in. " i'm here . . . " you comforted, watching his irises lay into yours as he weakly let a small smile slip by as his heart tinged passionately by the warmth he felt from your eyes.

" hi sw... " his strained voice made your lips turn into a smile, with you becoming drowned in sympathy in sync with you strolling towards his bed. you sat on his bed's sheets, then looked down as you proceeded to reach your hand towards his face to cup his cheek. he tilted his head, making your view shift to his facial features.

your thumb caressed his cheek, concurrent with your lips slightly parting before you began to speak. " you want anything, pumpkin? "

" mmmr... " he murmured, eyes focusing on your hand creating warmth for his cheeks, with his thoughts drifting away from your question—which was obvious through his expression, and though you let your faint chuckle become prominent in your head, you patiently waited for his voice to emerge.

" i want... " his irises glanced at your face while he guided his cheek to press more onto the palm of your hands, before his eyes jumped to view your irises. " soup. "

" that's all? "

" mmn . . . yeah. "

your smile continued to wide as you lean your body closer to him. his skin felt heavily warm yet smooth as your lips laid on his forehead tenderly. he shot out a small gasp that squeaked in your ears. 

" c-careful... ! " he abrupted, making you quickly pull yourself away as your eyes widened to a small degree and took note of his hand that clasped your shoulder. his hand finally slid away, then his voice faded back into the silence; " i'm sick. don't want you sick. " his cheeks slowly appeared more redder whilst you admired him.

" alright, alright, " you whispered, before getting off the bed in a slow pace. " it'll be quick, okay, goldie? "

" mhm, " golden guard slipped out, then turned his body to view you standing up in a short distance, " love you. you make good soup, " he assured, resulting in you ridiculously beaming and rolling your eyes.

" sweetheart, i love you but you're saying that as if i've made soup before, " your giggles gave him motivated to speak out yet again.

" you have; ramen noodles are soup. "

your giggles grew slightly louder, " whatever, hun, " once you stopped yourself, the urges to throw a remark at him when he stuck his tongue out slightly came up quickly before caging them shut and continuing—especially when he sat up and coughed in his elbow—" bye-bye, darling, rest up, 'kay? "

" 'kay 'kay, " he poorly replied, before adding on while in the process of waving his hand towards you, " byeeeeee ! "

— a harsh, raspy loud cough made your body tremble in a span of few seconds. you definitely hope he'd get better soon. that cough sounded mighty  violent. . .

your gentle kick made the door let out a small creak, only for it to end smoothly while you stepped into the room. his gently groan was heard, while you made it over to his bed; then you finally stood for your eyes to scan him. he sluggishly took his hand that pressed against his cheek and used it to support his body sitting up.

" did you look up if ramen noodles were soup? "

" yeah, yeah, " you dismissed his question, " not only you were right but you seem to be getting a little better; did you sleep? " 

" yeah, the nap was really short but eh . . . i guess it did something, " he paused for himself to softly take in the air of chicken noodle soup. " thank you for the soup, love. "

you lifted your index and middle finger together towards your lips once he grabbed the bowl out of your hands. the tips of your fingers became partially covered with lip-balm, before your gently pressed your fingers' tips onto his cheek. golden guard's smile became prominent in sync with him breathing outwards, letting the feeling of being surprised escape.

he positioned himself for his body to sit next to you, then curiously questioned you in a low tone. " did you eat some soup too? "

your irises flicked onto his, " no. "

" why not ?— go get some; " he halted, " i don't want you to starve, " his words came out light-hearted as he breathed out, yet you admired the way his caring tone carried your heart.

" in a few minutes, okay? " you focused on if tone came out sure enough for him, before his head rested on your shoulder/the side of your head; giving it a small, soft peck—though was a long one.

" mkay, love... "

— no joke i kept almost or actually typing "chicken little" instead of "chicken noodle" i dont know if im ashamed or just in disbelief that i mixed those things up 

anyway i hope  this was good! this was my first sickfic thingy so lolol