Let Me Care - Mustang Sally x ReaderLet Me Care - Mustang Sally x Reader You sighed – through your mouth, since your nose wouldn’t let you. You sat at your table in your tiny apartment as you pulled out your phone and opened the texting page. You scrolled to the name Mustang Sally. You were really looking forward to seeing him for lunch, so this was the worst day to get sick. You texted, (Y/N): Sorry Mustang, but I’m not gonna be able to make it to (favorite restaurant) today, I’m sick. Can we postpone? You sighed once more as you waited for a reply. Logically, you knew it wasn’t a big deal, but you couldn’t help feeling tense when you couldn’t follow through with something. Anything, really. You got up to get some orange juice, and just as your glass was full, you heard the notification sound. You set your glass down on the table then checked your phone. Mustang: Of course. Sorry to hear you’re sick. How about Friday? You smiled as you texted back. (Y/N): Sure :)Mustang: Okay, I’m coming over.(Y/N): Wait, what?Mustang: You said you’re sick. I’ll take care of you for today. I’ll see you there, I’m about to drive and I don’t plan to lose my license, so I won’t be responding. You tried not to sigh a third time, and for once, your nose allowed it. You decided to treasure this moment of nasal freedom before taking a sip of orange juice. You had only gone on two dates with Mustang after knowing him a short time, and now he was heading for your home to take care of you. Did he like you that much? But then again, Mustang was always such a gentleman. Maybe Mustang was doing this out of obligation? You hoped not. The last thing you wanted was for somebody to feel obligated to care for you. “I can take care of myself.” you grumbled, “I SHOULD be taking care of myself, not being somebody else’s prob-” Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. You dragged your feet as you got up and answered. The mutant seahorse smiled as he looked down at you. You couldn’t help but smile back. Mustang just had that effect on you once you were in each other’s presence. Mustang just had a certain warmth in those mascara-clad eyes. “Hi.” said Mustang. “Uh, hey.” you replied. “Can I come in?” asked Mustang. “Oh, right, of course.” you replied, stepping aside. It was only once Mustang stepped inside that you remembered why he was here in the first place, “I mean…” “Hm?” said Mustang, turning to face you. “Uh...it’s just…” you stammered, “Don’t feel obligated to do this.” “Do what?” asked Mustang, “Look after you?” “Y-yeah…” you replied, “I mean, I appreciate it, but you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” “Why not?” asked Mustang, “I’m not going to make physical contact, so I won’t get sick.” You couldn’t help but chuckle. “What is it?” asked Mustang, “Please, can you tell me?” You took a deep breath before speaking. “I just...don’t want to become someone else’s problem. Especially when I can take care of myself.” Mustang just smiled. “What is it?” you asked. “You’re not a problem, (Y/N).” said Mustang, “I like taking care of people. You’ve seen how I love taking care of little ones. And most importantly, I care about you.” You were silent for a moment. “That’s true. Oh, and thank you.” “No need to thank me for caring about you.” said Mustang, “Now, how about you get some rest? The fastest way to get better is if you go to bed and let your body take care of itself.” “Alright.” you smiled with resignation. “Have you had lunch yet?” asked Mustang. “No.” you replied. “You have any chicken noodle soup here?” asked Mustang. “Yeah.” you replied. “Alright, I’m going to cook some for you.” said Mustang, “You go to bed.” “Yes, sir.” you said teasingly. You went to your room, flopped onto your bed, and proceeded to cough quite a bit from the impact. You turned onto your back and stared up into the ceiling. You couldn’t help the nagging feeling in the back of your mind. Did Mustang really want to care for you this bad? He didn’t just feel obligated? You tried to remind yourself about Mustang’s words, that they liked caring for others. Still, it bothered you to let someone else take care of you. A knock on the door pulled you out of your thoughts. “(Y/N)?” said Mustang. “Come in.” you said. Mustang walked in with a tray for breakfast in bed. On the tray was a bowl of chicken soup, a spoon, and a glass of orange juice. “I saw you had an empty glass of orange juice, so I thought I’d get some of that for you, too.” said Mustang. You couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks, Mustang.” “Of course.” replied Mustang as he put the tray over your lap, “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to let me know.” Mustang winked. “I mean it.” Mustang said softly. “Alright.” you said with a smile. “That’s good to hear.” said Mustang, “Alright, I’m gonna clear the kitchen counter.” Mustang got up and walked away. His pink tail was the last thing you saw before Mustang shut the door. You took a sip of orange juice, then a noodle from your soup. Maybe you’d allow this for a day, if for no other reason than to have Mustang around. It wasn’t very long until you began to nod off. You let your eyes droop shut.gifgifgifgifgifgifgifgifgifgifgiftrophy