Were back with another oneshot, this request by @Perfect_ash
I actually adored this idea so I tried my best to make this a great oneshot
It was actually inspired by my sickness last week since I was real sick and let me tell you... It felt like hell, but it was inspired by other chapters like this
Also... heavy fluff warning ahead..!
This is not a long one but I hope it's enjoyable time read
Bonus Question: What is your favorite chapter in "It Beats For You" (Book One)?
ALMOST FORGOT, Y/P here stands for Your Pronoun
So yes for this Oneshot, this reader is well, any gender that you prefer, so if you have pronouns that you prefer then you can!
!Art Above not made by me!
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Y/N's POV:
It was a warm day, birds were chirping, flowers were blooming, and it was getting closer to summer. Y/N was heading to Kris's house, Y/P planned their hangout last week and Y/N couldn't wait. Once Y/P arrived to their home, Y/P knocked on the door. Y/P waited patiently, but no response came nor did anybody welcome Y/P in. Y/P knew it was wrong, but Y/P decided to try to open the door, to find that it was unlocked. Carefully walking in, Y/P found that the house was open, and Toriel wasn't here. 'Maybe she's at the grocery store again,' Y/N thought. "Kris?" Y/N called out, looking for the brunette. "You aren't playing a prank like last time are you?" You recalled, when narrowing your eyes suspiciously. But the teen didn't jump out to spook you and all was silent. 'Maybe they're upstairs,' Y/N wondered. Going up the stairs Y/P was in front of Kris's room.
Y/P knocked on the door, making sure it was okay to come in. "Kris? Are you in there?" Y/N checked. No response. Taking a deep breath, Y/P walked in. It was dim in the room, but not too dark. The curtains blocked the sunlight from fully lighting up the room. On one side of the room, there were trophies lined up on shelves, pictures, and glow in the dark lights. Yet, on the other side, it was bland and empty. Just a desktop with a lampshade, and a bed. And on that bed, laid Kris. Who was still dressed in their usual green, yellow-striped, sweater and brown pants.
Going over to their bed, Y/N inspected them. "Kris? Are you awake? I came by like we planned, to hangout," Y/N told them with worry. Although Y/P couldn't see their sleeping face, Y/N couldn't help but admire how adorable they looked while sleeping. Kris shuffled when they heard Y/P. They moved their blanket out of the way a little and Y/N could now get a better look. Their hair was slightly messy, and their skin looked a little more player An ice pack was placed on their head, under their maroon bangs. Y/N's eyes widened at the state they were in. "You're sick!?" Y/N exclaimed. Kris gave a slight, yet guilty nod. Y/N knelt down, in front of Kris at the foot of their bed. Y/P took off their ice pack to feel their head. They were hot. "You have a fever," Y/N stated the obvious. Y/P E/C eyes rounded with concern.
Kris's POV:
Pain everywhere. That's what Kris felt. Their body hurt, their throat was a mess, their nose felt clogged, and they felt hot. Everything was checked out to be extremely sick. And Kris hated it. Sure, sleeping in wasn't something they would complain, but the after effects and conditions were the worst. Especially when they and Y/N had planned to hang out. Kris's mother had went to the store to buy more medicine and more ingredients. She had told them to stay in bed and rest for now. 'Note to self, don't go diving in the lake with Susie again,' Kris scolded themselves. But they had to admit, they couldn't turn down a dare and it was something worthwhile.
Their eyes slightly watery from the sickness, Kris could see the blurry image of Y/N gazing at them worriedly towards them. "Y/N?" Kris mumbled. The hole of emptiness in their heart was suddenly gone when they had seen her. Y/P eyes averted to them once they spoke Y/N name. Kris then noticed Y/P palm on their forehead. A blush threatened to warm up Kris's cheeks. "Sorry," they murmured, their voice croaking and their throat stinging once they spoke a little more loudly. Their face slightly scrunched up from the pain. "It's okay Kris, I'll just have to take care of you then," Y/N told them confidently. "No, it's okay Y/N, we can still ha-" Kris sat up from their bed, giving their protest, until their coughing overcame them. Hands were placed on their shoulders. "Kris don't worry. We can still hang out while I take care of you," Y/N smiled. And Y/P were close. Y/P seemed to notice as Y/P backed away, Y/P face reddening. Seeing Y/P flustered made Kris's heart flutter and adore Y/P even more.
Giving a defeated sigh, they nodded and gave a thumbs up of agreement. Y/N smiled brightly, and told them they were going to make tea and some soup.
Kris was now left alone in the room again. They wished they hadn't ruin their plans.
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Y/N's POV
Y/N was waiting for the water to heat up on the kettle. Y/P felt troubled that Kris was sick. They looked horrible. Not that they looked hideous or unattractive, just ill and in pain. They still looked mostly the same. Their silky hair falling on them, their soft skin, their scarlet eyes. Y/N slapped herself with both Y/P hands at the same time and shook Y/P their head. 'Focus!'
Y/P didn't really mind if their hangout was somewhat cancelled. What really matter was that they were better. And Y/P was determined to take care of them.
Y/P then realized the scream of the kettle. Immediately twisting the knob from the oven, the loud screeching of the kettle stopped. Y/N hoped Toriel had teabags. Searching through the cabinet, Y/N let out a sigh of relief that there was. Placing the tea bag in the cup of warm water of filling it in, Y/N suddenly felt arms around Y/P waist. A weight laid on Y/P right shoulder. And right away, Y/N knew who it was. "K-Kris? What are you doing here? Isn't it better if you stay in bed?" Y N mumbled nervously. Y/P heart was beating quickly. "I want to be next to you," Y/N heard them mumble quietly. Y/N couldn't tell if they were in their right mind right now, but it caused a blush to form on Y/P cheeks.
Although Kris's hold on Y/P was quite distracting, Y/P didn't mind as Y/P mixed the tea around. Y/N decided to make the soup a little later.
Third Person POV:
Y/N and Kris sat at the couch quietly. Kris was sipping on their soup, which was hot now. Y/N couldn't help but stare at them as they just continued to eat the warm soup. Y/N wondered how Kris even got sick but Y/P really wanted them to feel better. They looked tired and worse. Probably because they left bed and went downstairs. What Kris needed most was rest, they could always hangout another time. "Thank you," Kris's raspy voice snapped Y/N out of Y/P thoughts. Their hands held an empty bowl of what was supposed to be full of soup. "Oh, it's no problem!" Y/N gave a grin. Kris slightly blushed at that. When Y/P grabbed the bowl, Y/P fingers made the small contact of theirs and they both flinched. Quickly grabbing the plate to wash it, Y/N could hear the pounding of her heart.
Y/P could feel a pair of eyes staring at her from afar.
Turning back towards Kris, Y/P noticed rubbing their nose and a giving a small cute yawn. "You should rest Kris," Y/N told them. Y/P went back to the couch. It looked like they were about to protest but an unpleasant cough came out and Y/N furrowed Y/P brows in worry. Kris then reluctantly nodded with agreement and the two stood up. But not without the hold of each other before they went up stairs.
Back in the small lit room of Kris, Y/N went up to their bed preparing their blanket. Kris felt embarrassed and guilty to have Y/N take care of them as if Y/P were their mom. But the heat in their head prevented them from thinking straight, the dryness of their throat was uncomfortable, their body hurting all over, and just the feeling of sleeping was constant. Kris watched Y/N, admiring Y/P intact cheerfulness and no hint of disappointment. Y/P hair was reflected by the small rays of sunlight that snuck past the curtain, giving off a tiny beautiful shine. Y/P E/C eyes showed a fire of determination...and a look of another feeling. The look only Y/P gave to Kris. And Kris did too. Y/P smile always erupted butterflies in their stomach, always making them feel weird. But just their conversations with each other and Y/P personality always seemed to leave Kris with a smile and a warm throb in their chest. An unusual feeling erupted in Kris. Maybe it was this fever, making them feel vulnerable and exposed. Their ruby eyes lidded, as they admired this angel's kindness. They then went up to Y/P.
When Y/N was ready, Y/P turned around. "Okay i-" before Y/N could let Kris know that Y/P were done, hands grasped Y/P wrists gently.
The teen, rather taller than Y/P, was up close with them. Losing balance, they both fell atop the bed. Y/N's back laying on Kris's soft bed. Y/N's eyes widened and a large hue of pink covered Y/P face. Y/P heart was beating rapidly at the closeness and the position they were in. Kris was supported on their knees and arms, their grip on Y/P wrists now holding Y/P hands softly. Their bangs hung from their face, revealing lost blood pools, staring back at Y/N's E/C orbs as they pinned her down. It looked like they were in a trance. Lovesick even. Perhaps they were.
Y/N noticed them getting closer, their faces mere inches apart. A yearning impatience told Y/N to close the gap, but doubt overcome that as Y/P were afraid of the outcome that would happen if Y/P took things far from their friendship. Y/P decided to just go with it, and hope that what her beating heart wanted was accomplished. The two teens closed their eyes. Expecting contact, Y/N laid there waiting, but all Y/P reviewed was a weight on Y/P chest. Opening Y/P eyes, Y/P were surprised to see Kris laying on top Y/P. Soft breaths came from them. 'Are they asleep? ' Y/N thought. A soft smile formed. Shifting position to lay on the side, Y/N couldn't help but smile quietly at how Kris nuzzled close to Y/P. Wrapping Y/P arms around them, Y/N laid Y/P head atop Kris's brown hair. The sweet scent if apples came from the brunette, and Y/N felt at peace. Y/P didn't care if Y/P got sick. Exhaustion suddenly dawned on Y/N. Slowly closing Y/P eyes, Y/N succumbed to sleep.
The two teens slept with their arms around the one they loved.
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Word Count: 1902 words
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-Lunar