Mcyt Oneshots (Abandoned, New Book On My Page ♥︎)

💙 Poor Sammy || AwesamPonk ☁️

TWO TINY FRIENDS :0000 POGGERSSSSS

Disclaimer: I am(unfortunately) American, so this story will use fahrenheit.

Ponk uses any pronouns, so I'll be using he/they/it interchangeably :)

Sam gets sick and Ponk has to make him take a day off.

Sort of continuation of "I'm sorry, I love you."?

CW:

This has been proofread :)

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Ponk woke up, as all people do, with Ant standing over his bed, waiting for them to wake up. It flinched, sitting up quickly and looking at him in a panic. "Ant?! What the fuck?!" They yelled, shuffling away from the cat. "Hey, sorry for just letting myself in, but it's important." Ant spoke quietly, smiling nervously. "Okay...? What do you need?" Ponk replied, still a bit tense. "Sam seems really off today and I think he might be sick, and could use a day off." Ant mumbled, taking a breath after such a long sentence. "He won't listen to me, though, so I figured he might listen to you." The cat finished, tail swaying slightly as he waited for a response. Ponk took in the information, sighing and getting up. "Yeah, yeah, okay. I'll make him rest." They said, grabbing his arm and putting it on, grabbing it's hoodie and slipping it on too, along with his mask. "Okay, take me to Sam."

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Sam coughed, struggling to keep his eyes opened as his head throbbed. This migraine was only getting worse, he could barely keep himself alert and focused at this rate. The hybrid let out a shaky sigh, letting his eyes slip shut for a moment. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. He flinched at the loud noise, sighing and walking over to the door and pulling the lever. The door opened, and he was immediately met with Ponk hugging him. The creeper flushed, wrapping his arms around the other. "Ponkie? You okay?" Sam questioned, concern lacing his tone. Ponk just grumbled against his chest, before looking up at the other. They raised his right hand, pressing it to the taller man's forehead and checking his temperature. It sighed, glaring at the man. "You're sick, Sammy. You need to rest." Ponk mumbled, arms wrapping around the creeper's neck. Sam sighed, shaking his head as he pulled the other into the room. "No, Ponk. I have to watch the cameras." The hybrid said firmly. Ponk just glared, pulling off their mask and looking up at the taller, pouting and giving him puppy-dog eyes. "Please, come spend time with me, Bug.." It mumbled. Sam looked down at the other, sighing quietly and lowering his head onto Ponk's shoulder in defeat. He could never win against the pouty face. He smiled softly from under his mask, standing back up and cupping the other's cheek. "Okay, Ponkie. I'll take a break for you."

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By the time they arrived at Ponk's house, Sam could barely stand. Ponk was trying it's best to hold the man up, opening his door and leading the hybrid inside and to his bed. "Here, Sammy. Lay down for me." The creeper nodded slightly, flopping down on the matress and groaning. The man unclasped his mask, setting it down on the nightstand and sighing, closing his eyes. He hadn't even realized Ponk had left the room until the other was forcing him to roll over, sticking a thermometer in his mouth. They pulled it out after a moment, reading the number and gasping. 110.2 "Jesus, Sam! You're burning up!" It exclaimed, cupping his cheeks. "That's way higher than it should be..." They mumbled. Sam just leaned into the other's touch. "Mm... can I have a kiss Ponkie~" The creeper whined, opening his eyes slightly. Ponk sighed, shaking his head. "You're running a fever, Sammy. I can't kiss you or I'll get sick." It cooed at the taller, getting up and opening a cabinet. "But Ponkie~ My head hurts, I want you to kiss it better..." Ponk ignored the whiny hybrid, finally finding the fever medication. He grabbed one of those little plastic measuring cups and walked back over to Sam and smiled at his pouty face. They read the instructions on the back, pouring out an appropriate amount and closing the bottle. It held the cup with one hand, other reaching over to help Sam sit up. "Here, Bug. Drink this and I'll give you a kiss." The creeper whined, grabbing the cup and downing the whole thing and making a face of disgust. Ponk smiled, taking the cup and putting it on the nightstand along with the bottle. They then leaned up, placing a gentle kiss on the sick man's forehead. "There you go, Sammy. Now lay back down and get comfy. I'm gonna go make some soup." Ponk whispered, giving the man a quick hug before getting up and heading to the kitchen.

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Ponk made Sam's favorite soup, storing it in the fridge and walking back to the now sleeping Sam, leaning against the taller and starting to massage Ant to update him on Sam's condition.

After a few minutes, he heard a quiet groan, and felt the other turn over and grab them, pulling it down to be flush with his chest. "Hey Sam." Ponk chuckled, letting the other nuzzle into his neck. They didn't have the heart to push the poor man away, if he got sick then so be it. "Mm, hi Ponkie.." The hybrid mumbled. "You feeling any better, Bug?" The man nodded, snuggling even closer.

Sam eventually looked up, opening his eyes and kissing Ponk's cheek. "Thank you for taking care of me, Ponkie. I don't deserve your kindness." Sam mumbled, placing another kiss, this time on the other's neck. "It's nothing, Sammy."

"I'll always take care of you."