#sick! reader

last fic for tonight! like I promised!

dream x sick! reader (fluff)

warnings:: none

a/n:: hope you enjoy, I don't think there is any pronouns used so we're good! remember- requests are open!<3

DREAM HAS ALWAYS been the type of friend to notice the smallest things, like a pitch change or if you draw a word out more then others.

so of course he noticed when you weren't in vc and instead in bed watching another episode of Real Housewives.

your phone rings and you reach across the bed with a groan, all your muscles felt like they were on fire.

"yes?" your voice was sore and well worn out, blowing your nose in a used tissue discarding it off to the side next to the cold tea and bag of cough drops. You reach over for the remote, turning the volume down so you wouldn't have to shout over it.

the voice on the other line giggles "you sound like crap."

you roll your eyes and go to grab another tissue, when you pull your hand back out it comes up empty. the tissue box had nothing in it. "I feel like crap."

they hum "you sick?"

you nod in response, trying and stand up from the bed but the weight of your legs felt so much heavier then before it knocked you back down. "mhm, y'know," trying again, waiting a few seconds, and grabbing the dirty tissues throwing them in the garbage. "I blame sapnap for this."

dream laughs, "why, what did he do?"

"made me stand out in the cold, just so I could film him do a kick flip thingy." though your tone was agitated you felt yourself smile at the memory. it took him 6 tries to finally land it perfectly, and the smile that he gave you afterwards was worth the sneeze.

“oh, was it the one he posted on twitter yesterday?“

“yup, dumb idiot has a scar in his ankle. did’ya see it?” downing the rest of the cold tea, you cough and squirt nasal spray in each nose.

he remembers seeing sapnap walking in with a limp but dismissing it as a amateur fall. “nah,” and goes on to say “do you want me to get you anything? tea, soup, cough drops?”

cabinet was stocked with plenty of cherry cough drops, every-time you'd go to open it up packages would fall out. but you did notice the lack of tea containers that usually sat next to them. you didn't want him to spend his money for some over-priced spice in a pouch, even if the man had money. "no, i'm good."

he pauses his game, taking a second to rethink how you said it. "are you sure?" he ask, raising a hand to scratch at his chin, "because you don't sound sure."

"I'm sure, dream." you assure with a smile, placing the empty cup in the sink and turning the heater up because it started to get cold.

dream sighs and rolls his eyes, ignoring what you said. he stands up and grabs his car keys off his desk. "i'll be over in 10, gonna stop by CVS. do you need anything else?"

you throw your head back with a groan, "dream," you draw out walking back to your bed "you're being defiant."

"defiant? me? elaborate."

"i'm not elaborating for shit! you know what you're doing."

he pauses and looks at the phone, "so nothing else?"

you drag a hand over your face and plop down on the pillows, "maybe some lays." you mumble.

dream puts the phone closer to his ear. "i'm sorry what did you say?"

"MAYBE SOME LAYS." you shout louder and faster, a cough builds up in your throat from the stress. that might have been a bad idea.

"knew it, see you in 10~" he teases, unlocking the car door.

"bye dream."

"bye bye."

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I picked Ryoma because I know you’re weak for him XD

Feel better soon! 

Welp, here’s my first piece of actual writing in a while. Sorry for the inactivity! Hope this fits to your standards!! I didn’t mean to rush it at the end, but I was literally falling asleep while finishing up the prompt sooo,, xD I didn’t want to make too many mistakes while I half asleep-ily typed it out.

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They told you that you were going to get sick. They told you. But you didn't listen. You insisted that you could take the cold and continue on with your walk that rainy night. But the truth was that when you woke up the next morning, you felt horrible. And that's where you are now. Laying on your back, looking up at the ceiling, struggling to breathe through your stuffy nose. Your head hurt and your mouth was all dry. But you still tried to swallow anyway, which hurt, but it was a start to your day either way.

Dragging yourself out of bed, into a sitting position, your warm feet make contact with the harshly cold metal floor. Sending a chill up your spine as you stand. Stretching your arms out, fully feeling the consequences of your drained energy at the moment.

You were terribly cold.

So some tea sounded great to you. Blinking slowly, you walk out of your room, heading to the kitchen. Not even noticing when Tech had greeted you. It all sounded like white noise before you got something to ease this discomfort.

You stopped to get a mug, then you filled it with water and put it in the microwave, turning on and just watching the glow. Motionless. The hum almost putting you to sleep. Your eyes fall closed without you really making a conscious decision to let them do so.

Hunter looks over your frame with a worried expression, watching you sway back and forth was never a good sign, but the fact that you haven't said a single thing since you came in worries him even more. You haven't even acknowledged the fact that there are other people in the kitchen. You are just sitting in front of the microwave. Silently.

"(Y/n)?" He prompts gently, sipping on his kaff as he sat at their counter. But he got no answer.

The microwave, though, dings in response. Which makes you jump slightly before you opened the door. Dipping your tea bag into the hot water.

It wasn't super quality tea, but it was at least something. 

You take your cup and shuffle your way towards the counter, sitting on the stool beside Hunter, to where you closed your eyes and leaned against him. Setting the cup against your lips as you breathe in the scent. Enjoying the warmth you're getting from both sources.

Hunter raised an eyebrow, watching you sip away at the warm liquid, "Are you alright?"

You looked up at him, (e/c) eyes hazed over with a tired tint, blinking a couple times as you processed his question. "Ah, yes. I'm fine." You smile at him, but you couldn't help how rough your voice sounded, which made you wince. Apparently you hadn't drunk enough tea yet.

So you look back down at the cup, sucking all the warmth from Hunter's side and just close your eyes. And be for a moment.

The Sergeant considered for a moment, what to do, but he knew that you weren't planning on doing anything challenging at the moment. Since you here hunched against him. So he just left you alone. Figuring that his brothers would pull answers out of the (h/c) haired member.

Somehow, right on time, Tech sits across from you and poked your nose.

"What's up, Tech?" Was your lazy reply. You hadn't even opened your eyes.

"You're sick." He states blandly. A displeased look upon his features.

"Not sick." You mumble, lips still set on the rim of your mug. "Just having a slow morning."

The small clone just hums, eyes narrowing dangerously at you. But he doesn't press. He just sits there. Crossing his arms with a frown on his features.

Waiting.

You peek one (e/c) eye open. Smiling lightly at his somewhat pouting face. But you close your eyes again and just continue to sit there. Knowing that he can't prove shit-

Well, that is, until you begin coughing.

Covering your face with your arm, you tuck your nose into your elbow, coughing and coughing. It became more of a wheeze as you sniffed. Smiling extremely nervously.

"Not sick my ass." You heard Crosshair mutter from the corner of the room. He had been curiously watching, as he usually does, but now he's pissed.

You never take good enough care of yourself.

"Come on, Cross." You grin. Meeting his piercing golden eyes, voice a teasing tone. "If you're so worried why don't you put me to bed yourself?"

That made the sniper roll his eyes, letting out a huff. But he didn't respond.

Echo did.

He had just walked into the room, your coughing drew him in, his motherly nature not letting him let the fit of wheezing go without confrontation.

His arms were crossed firmly over his chest, his honey eyes locked onto your (e/c) ones. He wouldn't break the eye contact as he quirked a brow. Shifting his weight all onto one foot, popping his hip to the side. He speaks softly. "I will put you to bed then."

You open your mouth to protest, but Wrecker makes his way into the kitchen, greeting his more frail brother by patting the top of his head lovingly. He looks at his other batchers, making a smile grow on his lips, he waves at you with a grin. Wrapping his arms around your shoulders he squeezes you tight.

Lifting you off the stool slightly, he holds you close against his chest. "Morning, (Y/n)!" The giant cheers.

Echo laughs, shaking his head at his large friends antics. A flash of mischief crossing his features. "Hey, Wrecker. (Y/n) is sick and obviously isn't taking care of themselves. So why don't you help me out and take them back to their room as I have Cross make some food for them? And Tech. You get something like a movie to keep them entertained. Hunter. Some blankets and comfy things, hm?" He claps his hands together.

Wrecker agrees easily, lifting into a bridal style carry, keeping you pressing softly into him. Carrying you back to your room. He opens the door and lays you down on your bed. Gently brushing some hair out of your face.

You sat on the bed, arms crossed, bottom lip poked out and petty mode turned on.

But when he touched you so gingerly you couldn't help but give into his sweet intentions.

Echo comes in with your tea, Hunter following with more pillows and blankets, helping you get situated and comfy with all of them. Tech trots in with a show he probably illegally downloaded. He set it up on a holoprojector and hit play, found himself getting comfy by your legs though, and when he closed his eyes he was out.

Echo gave you your tea. Smiling as he pat your head. Curling up near your waist, arms around you, cuddling warmly. He props his head up on a pillow and your stomach to watch the show.

Wrecker settled himself on your left side, beside the bed, leaning his head into the matress. He was content looking.

Hunter found himself sitting beside you on the bed, scooting close, to let you use him as a pillow again. You lean your head on his shoulder, and he leans his ontop of yours. Watching the screen with little interest, but he kept still, nonetheless.

After a while, Crosshair came into the room. Carrying a plate of food. But he found you all asleep, curled up together. He couldn't help but smile at the wholesome sight. He set the food down on the table beside your bed, and gently took your mug out of your slack hands, and did away with it. 

Prompt: reader is sick af and Cheryl is there with moving girlfriend superpowers that include cuddles and kisses

You sneezed and hit your headboard with the back of your head. The Beatles rang in your ears as you clutched your head. You were just trying to spend the night wallowing away in self pity and Beatles music because you were sick but noooooo.

Your phone blew up with texts from Cheryl, but you ignored them. The bright screen worsened your headache. You loved her, but damn even the lowest brightness setting of your phone gave you a headache.

For a minute, your phone stopped buzzing. Cheryl stopped trying to text or call you. That was the most terrifying minute of your life.

That was it. She was going to kill you.

A knock at your window made you hit your head against your bed again.

“Ow, fuck!” You said. “Goddamn.”

Cheryl was crouching by the entrance, looking at you impatiently. If she was the Grim Reaper and was coming for you, you wouldn’t struggle. Not one bit.

She knocked again impatiently. You scrambled to your window, tripping over a few items of clothing and opened it.

“What are you doing here?” you said. You had a terrible stuffed nose so it sounded more like, “Wa you doong her?”

“Can I not come see my lovely girlfriend?” Cheryl asked while slipping inside. She brought an elegant picnic basket with red picnic cloth and vines intertwined with the basket itself.

“But I’m sick,” you sniffled. Your girlfriend shrugged and kissed your cheek, leaving her signature red lipstick on your face. If you weren’t red already, you were now. “And it’s dangerous being out here when the Black Hood is still on the loose.”

“I love you too. Now let’s eat. I brought you some soup and freshed baked cookies.” You stared at her in disbelief and awe. You weren’t sure whether to be upset or relieved that she was here.

“I love you so much,” you said, biting into the warm cookie. It felt like a warm blanket covering you and filling you with love and joy for your favorite redhead. Or maybe that was the fluffy blanket Cheryl brought and the way she hugged you.

“Here, try this.” She spoon fed you some curry. Flavor exploded in your mouth. There was a slight hint of spice, but not too much since you were sick.

Cheryl looked at you, really looked at you. Your runny nose and paler complexion made you glow like the stars. With half hooded eyes, you took another bite of the curry and coughed a bit afterwards. How could she have gotten so lucky?

“How could I have gotten so lucky to have you?” you said.

“I was just thinking the same thing.” You smiled at each other and laid your foreheads against one another. “If you stay this close to me, you’re gonna get sick.”

Cheryl leaned her body closer, molding her body into yours and laughed a bell-like laugh. You couldn’t help yourself. You just had to kiss her.

She kissed back with just as much if not more vigor.

“As much as I love kissing you, can I take a nap?” You broke apart.

“Of course,” Cheryl said sweetly, stealing another kiss before fluffing up your pillow and laying next to you.

Polyamorous relationships were actually quite common in underfell. In a kill or be killed world it comes as no surprise that monsters formed stronger packs when it came to being closer with someone romantically. Love was vulnerable after all. 

Sans and Grillby walked briskly to their destination, leaving deep, and in one case, melted tracks in the surrounding snow. Where were they going? well it was of no secret to anyone that the second either monster laid eyes on your sweet smile, they were completely and utterly taken with you.

I mean what wasn’t there to love? you had the most beautiful soul they’ve ever seen, especially in a hell hole like this, which made you a damn miracle. You were smart, funny, and by stars were you gorgeous.

You were just perfection in their eyes, and they figured it was about time they let you know, before some other monster tried to snatch you up… not that they would let that happen of course.

At first the competition for your affection was particularly cut-throat against the two, but once it was more then clear the other would not back off (no matter what they tried), they then came to a mutual understanding. Besides, with BOTH of them by your sides nothing was going to happen to you, which was their top priority.

Now at your front door, sans gave three loud knocks, somewhat obnoxiously to mask his rising nerves, and waited.

no response

Sharing a look, sans knocked again, louder and clearer…