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Steven Grant × Reader

{Not my gif, credits to the owner}

- Angel... it's time to wake up - I feel my face being caressed

- Just a little more - I try to sound as sly as possible, always convinces him

- You said that three hours ago - Steven answers calmly

- And I repeat now!

- We agreed to watch that show with the psychic you like - the British accent continues

-Sherlock is not psychic, I already explained it to you... and he won't mind if we're late, I know you likes it too

- I know, but if it takes a while the chocolate will get cold, I know you like to drink it hot... - Steven starts to grumble - Even though you always ends up with a burnt tongue...

- Did you make chocolate for me? - a smile spread across my face

Before, I was judge in this place for not drinking tea, only Jake was willing to stand by my side.

- Didn't like it? I thought you'd like... - that frustrated expression crosses his face.

-I loved Stevie-I caress his face-Thank you!

- Can we watch now? - Anxiety flashed across his face.

- Yes - I end up laughing

But as soon as I sit up in bed, I end up sneezing.

- Honey - Steven's worried look analyzes me - Are you sick? Do you need something? Blanket? Medicines? Soup?

- I am fine! must be a common cold - i smiled at his concern.

Steven seemed to have entered an internal war.

- Tell the boys I'm fine...

- One second love - Steven mutters before running to the kitchen.

I sneeze again.

It would be a long night...

- Marc says soup is a good idea - I hear Steven's voice over the noise of some pot

- Thank you Marc - I say louder

- Jake said a good night would do - Steven appears with a confused expression

- How about we start with hot chocolate and an episode of Sherlock?

Steven blinks, then nods.