AN: this was a request and the ship is so cute i hope you like it! uvu [ also i gotta say this was inspired by an adorable sterek comic i saw on tumblr haha nwn ]

Chapter 6: Dave [heart] Sollux

"Sol," came a weak whine followed by loud sniffles.

"Soooool," a cough, "aaaagh."

With a frown, you abandon your position on your boyfriend's bedroom floor and trudge into the living room. "Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Everything."

You can't help rolling your eyes. "Well, yeah, obviously. I mean, look at you." He grunts in reply and shifts on the couch. "Sorry. You need something?"

After a cough that sounded like it shattered one of his lungs, Dave props himself up against the arm of the couch and pouts at you. "Help me be not sick."

"Did the fever turn off your brain or someth-ugh, sorry. It's hard not to insult you when you're healthy, and this is making everything so much worse, heh." You sigh and approach the couch, kneeling against its back and studying your boyfriend's declining appearance. "What do you want me to do?"

"Soup."

"...Soup?"

"Make chicken soup for your sick hubby."

"Ha!" Hubby? Did he really expect you to be serious when he called himself a 'hubby'? What was next, 'honey bunch'? Or, no, 'boy-toy'. That would be hilarious.

"I'm seeerious, Sollux, I'm dyin'."

"Alright, alright, I'll make you soup. I guess."

It's another ten minutes before you pry your gaze from the simple recipe held onto the fridge by a couple magnets - so what if one was shaped like a heart - and actually make an attempt at starting the meal Dave so desperately needed. The first ingredient was, easily enough, water. Pft, even I can get that, you mentally boast, but your reign of confidence is quickly terminated by the next ingredient.

"What the hell is a bull-onion?" Your eyebrows furrow instantly. Now, you're no fan of soup, but bull-onions? "DAVE!"

"Ugh, what?"

You hurry into the living room and hold the paper up to him. He hazily blinks at it a few times, and you point at the suspicious ingredient. "We don't have those. I can't make your soup."

Dave reaches for a handful of tissues and bunches them against his nose. "Go out an' buy some bullions, then." His voice is muffled, but you groan regardless.

Another ten minutes is wasted by your impromptu shopping trip, and when you make it back to Dave's apartment, you make a point of hopping over the back of the couch and landing just inches from Dave's legs. "Hungry?"

His eyes narrow suspiciously. "You finished the soup already?"

With a grin, you shake your head and pull up a large paper bag from the local fast food restaurant.

"Chicken nuggets? Sollux, that's not chicken soup."

"I can get you a bowl of hot water and you can float them in there if you really want soup." Your grin refuses to leave your face and you eagerly open up one of the several boxes. "It's cool, though, you can just thank me later."

A prolonged glare is cast your way, and you quickly pepper Dave's cheek with kisses. He relents soon enough, claiming your box as his own and stuffing a couple nuggets into his mouth.

"Just be grateful you're cute."