#i'm using it

Also this is based on the dream au big where Wilbur was sick

Cw //sick?? Illness??

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Quackity punched his heater, trying to get the damn thing to start working again. $60 a month for what? The damn thing never fucking works. He tightened the grip on his blanket and went back onto his bed. He wiped the snot running down his nose onto his thin blanket that was barely holding on. He remembers using this when Karl and sapnap did their backyard picnics, the dirt stain was still on the corner. Quackity winced at the memory, he tugged his blanket and tried to feel any ounce of warmth under it. It’s probably colder in his apartment than it is outside.

Quackity felt his stomach growl loudly.

Shit

When was the last time he had food? He ate some chips earlier that morning?

… shit that was yesterday

Quackity shivered as he grabbed his phone out from under his pillow. He opened his savings account on his phone as sighed, tears at the brink of his eyes. He was so hungry but he can only afford anything after his next PI job. Quackity grabbed one of his pillows and hugged it tightly before falling in a deep sleep.

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Quackity yawned as he awoke.

“Good morning,” Wilbur smiled, “how are you feeling?”

Quackity groaned as Wilbur brought a hand to his forehead, “you still got a bad fever darling.”

Quackity melted At the touch, it felt so warm. Wilbur chuckled and got up slowly.

Before quackity could start complaining Wilbur brought a tray and sat back down, “here, made it before you woke up”

Quackity looked at the bowl of soup, it smelled so good. God he wasn’t seriously dreaming of food was he?

“Sit up, I don’t want you to choke.” Wilbur spoke softly

Quackity chuckled and faced away from Wilbur, “I know you’re not real okay? You don’t have to do this whole… thing every time”

Wilbur laughed, “you’re foods getting cold q”

“Don’t call me that.” Quackity muttered

“Cmon,” Wilbur nudged quackity playfully, “you need food in your system you can’t just sleep”

Quackity peaked over his shoulder at the bowl of tomato soup still in Wilbur’s hands, “fine.” He sat up, “only because I’m starving”

Quackity sipped the soup slowly, clenching his spoon in response. He couldn’t believe how warm it felt running down his throat. He was just about to cry.

“Are you okay darling?” Wilbur asked gently

“Yeah- yeah I’m fine.” Quackity sniffled

“Here finish up I can go grab another blanket”

“Alright”

Wilbur came back with a thick quilt and took the empty bowl away from quackity. He got in their bed and pulled quackity towards him.

Quackity felt too sleepy to fight back, simply melting into the embrace and tightening his hold around Wilbur. He slowly closed his eyes again.

-

Quackity groaned, he was suddenly cold again and felt a headache come in. He grabbed his phone and couldn’t read anyones contact, they were so blurry. He clicked the contact he was looking for and rubbed his nose

“Hey hon…” quackity felt sleep drag his eyes again, “you mind bringing more…more of that soup” he sneezed

“Maybe another blanket…” he spoke gently , “it’s a bit chilly here” quackity thinks he hears something over the phone but blacks out before he can make it out.

-

“Hey” quackity awoke to a nudge on his shoulder, “get up.”

Quackity attempted to shoo their hand off and tucked himself further in his blanket.

“I have soup. It’s heating up right now but it’s almost done”

Quackity looked over and sat up slightly

“Here… I’ll be right back” quackity felt his head burst with every step that echoed in his apartment. He soon smelled tomato soup come his way, getting handed a bowl with a spoon.

“I brought some blankets too I just want to make sure you can actually eat before I go to the car” quackity slowly nodded and took a spoon of soup to his mouth. It felt warm and well seasoned, made him feel so much better.

The door shut as he continued through the bowl sleepily. Once he was done he heard the door open again.

“It’s just me.” Quackity put the empty bowl on the floor next to his bed before it was picked up.

“I’ll put this in the sink, lay down” quackity hummed and did as told. He felt a thick blanket wash over him.

“I left some more soup in the fridge, there’s some more blanket in the closet if you need them”

Quackity felt a light kiss on his head before he fell asleep, feeling much better than before.

———

“Yeah I just left”

“Was he okay?”

“Yeah he just got a fever, his apartment was insanely cold makes sense”

“Is his heater broken?”

“Not sure, his stove took forever to heat up so I’m guessing it’s just his apartment”

“Oh”

“He was pretty out of it…fell asleep right after he finished the soup”

“…”

“You there?”

“Yeah… are you on your way home?”

“Yeah, be there in 10”

“I’ll see you then, I love you”

“I love you too”

Sapnap hung up and sighed, resting his head on the steering wheel before driving back home.

// end

Okay how was that?

*rubbing my hands together like a scheming vizier and cackling quietly to myself*

( ik its bad and come @me )

Agdkgkd naan my beloved <3 ilysm it's not at all bad i support this fully