Thomas Brodie Sangster Imagines (under extreme revision)

~ Call In ~

Sick! Thomas x Non-Binary! Reader

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You walked inside the house, papers and your bag on your arm, almost slipping on the porch.

You then plopped all of your things on the couch when you suddenly heard a groan below making you jump up quickly and as you you looked down, you saw your boyfriend of 2 years wrapped in a thick blanket with eyes drooping and a red nose. 

He was sick. 

"Oh God, Thomas! I'm so sorry." You apologized quickly and shoved all of your things off the couch. The back of your palm meeting his forehead and hissing softly as it was really hot. You took off your work blazer and looked for a thermometer which was thankfully just near the couch and motioned him to put it on his mouth. A few moments later, it beeped and you took it out seeing the device flash a bright 102.2 F which made you look at him with sympathy. Your poor baby was sick. 

"Don't call me Thomas and it's fine, sweetheart. How was your work?" He asked, voice quite rough although still managing to crack a small smile for you, his figure now sitting down and giving you some space to do the same. 

"Forget about my stupid work, what about you? How are you? Why didn't you tell me you felt hot?" Your eyes darting over his form and see him shivering and pulling the blanket closer to him. He gave you a smirk as he opened his mouth and the most foolish words left it, 

"I'm always hot darling, wouldn't you say so?" In return, you only rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, waiting for an answer. 

"M'fine, just a slight cold. Nothin' to worry about" He grumbled as he swiped his hand under his nose and sniffed after. 

"You're so stubborn. 'Just a cold' my ass, you're burning up. Did you at least take some medicine, Thomas?" You asked as you adjusted his blanket to cover his exposed skin and helped him lie down once again with a bit of retaliation but you glared at him which was enough to settle him down. 

"Don't call me Thomas." He whines, sniffing once again. 

"That's what you care about right now? You're an idiot." You laughed and pat his shoulder "I'll be back with some medicine Tom, and please for both our sakes, drink it." 

You changed from your work clothes into some comfier ones and rushed to the kitchen to cook some soup for your sick boyfriend and some medicine for his cold. You placed all of the things you got onto the coffee table which was in front of the couch and sat on the carpet covered floor.

"Did you eat yet?" You asked before blowing lightly on the bowl of soup that you held in your hands.

"No."

"I made some soup for you, please eat it so that you can take your medicine later on." You said as you let the spoon near his opened mouth, he sat up and sighed, giving in to your request.

Spoon after spoon, the soup was gone. It was time to let him take his medicine.

"I know you absolutely hate this but I also know that you hate hospitals so drink this. It'll make you feel better." You advised as you held onto another spoon covered with orange colored medicine. He grimaced with eyebrows furrowed and eyes closed shut.

"Please Tom? For me?" You pleaded, jutting out your lower lip to add a dramatic effect. 

His eyes met yours and he gasps, turning away from you with his hands flailing around haphazardly, "Oh darling! How could I ever resist such a face like yours?" 

"Oh hush. Come on, take the medicine, Tom." You said while nudging him and in return, he scowled at you. 

"No."

"Then I can't kiss you." you pouted once again and he froze, weighing in his options and later on sighing in defeat. 

"Fine. I'll take your stupid medicine." He muttered as he guided your hand to where you should put the spoon making you smile as he drank it successfully, of course with a nasty look on his face after. 

"Can I kiss you now?" He mumbled as he rubbed his eyes tiredly and you ruffled his hair, smiling lightly.

"Get some rest, love."

"Kiss me first." Thomas demanded, overly puckering his lips making you chuckle and shake your head.

"Fine, drama queen. But if I'm getting sick, it's on you." You rolled your eyes at his antiques

You connected your lips with his for a short time and pulled away but much to your surprise he pecked your lips again and again. 

Morning had come and your head began throbbing and sneezes were excessively thrown out by you. You cursed your boyfriend for definitely passing his cold to you. 

"I really*sneeze* need to *sneeze* go work *sneeze* Tom."

"Too bad you're sick. You should call in sick, love. Stress and you doesn't really work." He said as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, a smug look on his face.

"And what does, Tom? Hm? Do tell. "

"You and me."

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Edited! I hope you all are pleased with the outcome! 

PS, to the new readers out there, you're welcome.