[summary]
↳ you, unfortunately, got a fever and we get to see what they're gonna do!

[warning/s]
↳ mild language! s/o nicknames lol

[notes]
↳ sorry they're the only people i could write about! i first wrote this draft back in january :) hope u enjoy!

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dream
• he would be the one who would notice it right away because he is so damn attentive.

• you sneezed more than usual and it wasn't just allergies. "y/n, you're warming up. are you sick?"

• "oh, shit I am." you say, placing your hand under your chin where your throat was.

• before you could stand up from the couch the two of you were cuddling in, Dream picks you up and carries you towards your shared bedroom.

• "don't worry, y/n, I'll take care of you."

• you were rolling your eyes but let yourself be lifted by his arms. "it's just a cold, that's all."

• it wasn't lmao.

• the moment you woke up, your nose was stuffy that you couldn't breathe, you feel cold and hot at the same time, and you have a massive headache.

• Dream could actually feel the heat from your body when he was waking up as well and looked at you in concern. "oh no, y/n."

• you tried to laugh, but because of your cold, it came out muffled and weak. Dream stands up and went to prepare maybe something like warm soups you can enjoy.

• you didn't even know that time passed by but you were still laying on the bed when he came back with a bowl of noodles.

• he'd always give you advice that he says he got from his mom. "my mom always said that-" "it's mom's recipe. you'll be better soon once you try this, I promise." "my mom told me to-"

• Dream was sitting upright with his back against the headboard of his bed, while you lay your head on his lap.

• he responds to his friends' text saying that he can't make content with them today because he has a duty to uphold.

• his friends were understanding, wishing you a speedy recovery.

• you really felt bad about him ditching his work to take care of you. "you can leave me, you know. I can just sleep," you told him.

• "I don't want to, though," Dream replied as a matter of factly. he gently pats your head. "I want to be beside you and take care of you."

• you closed your eyes in contentment. you don't deserve this man. "I love you." you didn't know what else to say.

• he chuckles at you, sweeping your hair away from your face. "I love you too."

• you are certain that you will do the same thing for him.

***

george

• he finds out you were sick when you jokingly stride towards him with the famous last words, "hey babe, aren't i hot?"

• you easily inserted yourself within his personal space and george obliged, with his left arm raising for you to cocoon yourself in his hold. he laughs a bit at your words before placing a kiss on your cheek, only it was indeed warmer than usual.

• "wait, you are."

• "awww, thanks george!" you closed your eyes as you felt tiredness crashing over you like a huge tidal wave.

• "y/n!" george exclaims in a slight panic. "you're sick! your body has a high temperature!"

• you fell asleep.

• it was a struggle to open your eyes at first, but when you woke up, you were laying on the couch where you had last talked with george. immediately, you were hungry and that was followed by your body feeling heavy as a bag of rocks. you groaned when you realized that you were indeed sick like the presumption you had earlier.

• at the coffee table beside you, was a glass of water and paracetamol. you didn't want to take it because you have to eat something first before drinking the medicine.

• before you could call for your boyfriend's name, he suddenly screamed.

• in a normal household, one would panic and scream back and go to the sound because of the possibility that they might have been brutally murdered by a serial killer.

• but you live with your idiot of a streamer whose screaming is a part of his vocabulary. you've been treating it as a normal part of your day now whenever he screams.

• but this time, you're extra cranky because of the growing fever you were having.

• his streaming setup is on the second floor beside the kitchen.

• your feet slowly lead your body up the stairs weakly. you hugged yourself because suddenly the air had gotten cold even though the heater had been cranked up to an 11.

• as quiet as possible, you climbed up the stairs that lead to george's streaming. thank goodness that he had his green screen up and his loud, talkative voice drowns out your footsteps.

• expectedly, he was playing fortnite, but this time it had a facecam. you managed to catch a glimpse. you may be doomed because you might be seen, but then again, he had a green screen stretched up.

• in george's stream, however, all of his chat noticed the sudden change in george's expression as though he had heard a noise. he removed the left part of his headphones to listen to the noise. he craned his neck up to the edge of the green screen before going to the other side of it. his headphones were completely off, but he was still wearing a curious gaze.

• you sneaked past the stream and headed straight to the kitchen where the refrigerator was. inside was a container of spaghetti. oh right, that was last night's dinner.

• you then heard a faint 'be right back.' and when you went to check on george's stream from the kitchen, he was already standing up and walking towards you.

• he took the carton of spaghetti and shoved it inside the microwave, setting the timer. while the orange light appeared and the meal was rotating itself in slow-motion. you felt george's hand on your forehead.

• you would have been swooning if it was a normal day, but you just feel so shitty from the flu. instead, you briefly closed your eyes and slumped your shoulders in fatigue.

• "noooo, y/n." he whined. he was brushing away the stray hairs off your face. "why did you get sick?" he began asking so many questions. you carried the bowl of spaghetti as he escorted you from the stairs. he apologized that he had to go back to his stream.

• he had to explain to his teammates that he had to do something really important.

• but as soon as they won back-to-back, george wanted to end instantly, raiding foolish. he stepped away from his computer before coming down to see you asleep again.

• george sees that you were wearing his merch hoodie whilst you were under your blankets. he adjusted it so that it covers you better before planting a small kiss on your head.

• bonus: you share a bedroom and you finally retreated to bed after drinking the medicine, but your fever was still quite high.

• george lays beside you but maintains a distance. you wordlessly scoot closer to him, trying to pull him with your arm but he simply scoffs in annoyance.

• you continued embracing him, closing your eyes comfortably as you did so.

• "y/n, no!" he told you, but you didn't move. he wasn't removing your arm either.

• "i want to cuddle."

• he couldn't deny that he feels a bit cold and he needs warmth. you're exactly the right temperature because of your fever but he didn't want to catch your sickness.

• "but you're sick!" george exclaims.

• "just hug me and sleep." you mumbled, falling into slumber.

• the next morning, he was snoozed close to you, his arm wrapped around your warm body.

***

sapnap
• you were supposed to go on a date tomorrow.

• but you suddenly got a high fever and you feel like shit.

• you guiltily called sapnap and told him over the phone, "i don't think i can go..."

• "aw, why, baby?"

• "i'm sick..." you weakly said. you felt a pang in your heart because you were looking forward to it. this was the first vacant day you had and you wanted to spend the day with your boyfriend to de-stress, but it seems that the plan is futile.

• "it's fine, you don't have to sulk about it," sapnap reassures.

• tomorrow arrived and you woke up with a groan. you sluggishly made yourself some breakfast which consisted of eggs and toast but it was tasteless you soon lost your appetite after a few bites.

• you glanced at the phone laid on the counter. it was his contact. your morning felt a little better as you answered the call. "hey."

• "hey, babe. you feeling better?"

• "nope," you popped the p. "i feel shitty."

• "i'm feeling kinda chilly out here too."

• "where are you?" you leaned on your palm, tapping your fingers.

• "why don't you open your door and find out?"

• you found sapnap on the outside of your house, standing casually. he drove all the way here and you didn't know what to say. you wanted to hug him but you're afraid that he might catch whatever you have.

• not wanting him to stand there any longer, you let him in, and he immediately asked if you ate like a doctor checking in with his patient.

• the two of you spent the rest of the day with him taking care of you. movies until you get a headache, cuddling until you feel hot and pull away, spoonfeeding you even if you don't want to.

• "i'm sorry this is the date we're having right now," you mumbled guiltily as you snuggled closer to his hoodie.

• he wasn't looking disappointed at all, "i don't really care. as long as we're together, you know?" sapnap shrugged.

• you couldn't help but smile gratefully. "i love you."

• "i love you," he squeezed you tighter.

***

quackity
• you were just on a drive with alex when it was suddenly pouring. you always bring an umbrella but conveniently and stupidly forgot it that very day. alex tried to cover you with his jacket as you ducked under him, scampering towards the passenger seat.

• the sneeze you let out was loud when you reached the apartment you shared. you didn't think it was going to be a big deal. well, about that.

• he probably does the same thing Dream does where he pretends to be their own mothers. "y/n, drink this. it's an effective medication from back home that my mom taught me."

• it was very hard to be in a good mood, but it's nothing for quackity. the two of you were laying on the bed, facing each other. your eyes cracked open and you see him, already staring at you.

• he was pouting in concern but when you looked at him, he immediately flashes an affectionate smile. the corner of his eyes crinkled and he reached out towards you. he placed a hand on the side of your head and smoothed out woke hair, untangling locks. his touch was so gentle that it sent you back to sleep.

• when you completely woke up, the two of you spoke in hushed whispers, talking about mundane things until minutes have passed.

• "i'm hungry," you spoke after a moment of silence. "did you cook something?"

• "cook your own food," he replied.

• you glared at him. "i'm going to cough directly at your face."

• "i'm kidding, i did make something. jeez, woman." alex slowly sat up dejectedly looking like a child who was too lazy to follow his mom's order. "i'm gonna go."

• you smiled innocently at him. "love you!"

• he exited through the door but you still hear him say, "love you too i guess."

***

karl

• karl had plans to watch your favorite cartoons together, but the day of the stream, you had to chat him last minute that you have a massive headache and you can't function properly but he still has to stream. he replied, "no worries! focus on getting better" and while you were still reading the message, another one popped up. "i can come over if you want? :)"

• you replied your thanks, "if u want :) i don't want to bother you though"

• he still went live, doing the usual starting soon. immediately, he informed the chat that you're not present to watch with him.

• "chat," he held his hands together. "y/n can't come to the stream, she got sick... so we won't be able to watch gravity falls today... we can do it another time once she gets better okay?"

• was worried for the rest of the stream, thinking about you and how you are alone and wouldn't be able to take care of yourself properly.

• he couldn't think straight and couldn't take it anymore and ended the stream, because the plans were to watch gravity falls with you, but because of your absence, he couldn't really do much.

• so he turned off the pc and headed outside, went to his car, and drove off to your place.

• you didn't expect the knock on the door, but you weren't surprised when you received a message from karl. you were too exhausted to get up and open the door for him, so you just told him to use the spare key he already owns.

• he opens the main door and immediately dashes to your bedroom where you rest. he brought a bag of food and placed it on your lap. you beamed at him, but your smile was still looking sickly.

• karl takes off his shoes and practically bounces on the mattress beside you, picking apart the things he bought.

• "ok i got this one because i know it's your favorite. and this one's mine. no soda because it's bad for your health, and mine's the white monster. you drink water instead, okay?"

• "yes mom."

• you never get to leave the bed because he's always the one moving.

• and when he settled for a movie and you cuddled, he planted a sweet peck on your forehead.

• "i really love you," you told him out of immense admiration for him. you buried your head on his comfy sweater.

• "aw, i really love you too!" he chimed sweetly. he smoothens your hair gently. "you know i'll always take care of you."

***