Taking care of your sick/overworked f/o (sfw) ♡
You can tell your f/o is reaching their limit. They insist that they're feeling fine and they just need a quick break before they get back to work, but you recognise all the signs of impending burnout. Before they can even protest, you've pulled them away from their station, tidied up whatever they were working on and laid them down on the nearest bed or sofa.
They pretend to be annoyed with you at first, insisting you're just trying to distract them and waste time. But once you've got them cozy, their tiredness catches up. Soon they can barely keep their eyes open, and gladly accept when you bring them a mug of tea or cocoa.
They drift in and out of sleep. You sit beside them and hold their hand. Their temperature is a little high, they might be coming down with something, but for now it isn't too bad. Rest will be the best cure.
You play a show or movie that you both like in the background, or maybe just some of their favourite music. While they smile and tuck themselves deeper into the pillows, you stay silent and simply admire them. Their flushed cheeks, their warm hands, every little part of them is so cute.
You leave a little kiss on their sweaty forehead, and they whimper softly, pressing up to your lips. You know how important their work is to them, but it hurts you to feel how starved for attention they are. You wish you could just keep them at home all day, attending to their every need. But at the same time, you love how proud and independent they are. You can barely put into words how much you look up to them, how much they inspire you. But you hope you can show them just a fraction of that love by being there when they need you.
You lie their head in your lap and massage their shoulders, kneading the tension from their body. Soon they're in a deep sleep, trying to snuggle up to you even in their slumber. The TV flickers, the windows slowly fog up, and you softly stroke their gorgeous, tuckered-out face, thinking about just how lucky you are.
