Male Reader One-shots

Sick in Bed - Sodapop (The Outsiders)

requested by Mariopowerman12

I wrote this as more of a big brother type of relationship. Thanks for all the requests!

Also, warning for throwing up/vomiting. It doesn't get too descriptive though.

Soda could not fall asleep no matter how hard he tried. The bed was uncomfortable, his room was too hot, and he had the worst headache ever. Pony was sound asleep next to him, oblivious to Soda's discomfort. 

Slowly, Soda got out of bed and made his way to the kitchen for a glass of water, hoping that was what he needed. As he stood in the hallway, his vision became blurry and he almost lost his balance. Stabilizing himself on the wall, he realized this probably wasn't going to be fixed with just a glass of water. 

Nonetheless, Soda continued his journey to the kitchen and opened the cabinet for a cup. He walked to the kitchen sink and filled it with tap water. Taking slow sips, he drank about half of the cup before he couldn't drink anymore. 

Since his room was so uncomfortable, Soda decided to sleep on the couch. Johnny must have stayed home that night as the living room was empty. Climbing onto the couch, Soda's headache got worse. His head was pounding and any movement he made just made it worse. 

It was freezing in the living room though so he curled up in a ball and tucked his arms around his stomach. Finally, around the early morning, Soda finally fell asleep. 

"-oda, Soda!" Soda shot up from his sleeping position to face Darry who was crouched next to the couch. 

"Huh?" Soda sleepily mumbled. His head was still pounding but now his stomach was churning. He was hot but shivering at the same time. Darry furrowed his eyebrows at Soda in concern.

"Why are you sleeping on the couch?" Darry asked. 

Soda shrugged and glanced around the living room. Pony must have still been sleeping or out with the gang because Soda couldn't see him from the couch.

The door opened and (M/n) walked in. The door slammed shut behind him and Soda winced in pain. 

"Hey guys- whoa, are you okay, bubs?" (M/n) asked and rushed over to Soda. Soda's face was sweating and he looked like he would pass out any second. 

"What's wrong, Soda?" Darry asked and placed a hand on Soda's shoulders. 

"Are you feeling okay?" (M/n) asked and put his hand on Soda's forehead. He quickly withdrew his hand though as the touch was very hot. 

"Darry, I think Soda has a fever. His forehead is hot," (M/n) grabbed on to Soda's hand as Darry sighed and dropped his hand from Soda's shoulder. 

"Don't worry, Darry. I'll take care of him. You head to work." (M/n) said. 

"Are you sure?" Darry asked.

(M/n) nodded his head and Darry stood up before thanking (M/n) and walking out the door. (M/n) turned his attention to Soda who looked dazed and in pain. 

"Soda, bubs? Are you okay?" (M/n) asked. "Can I get you anything?"

Soda finally turned to (M/n) and reached out for him. (M/n) grabbed Soda and pulled him into his arms. Soda's head tucked into (M/n)'s neck as he leaned over the couch. Slowly, (M/n) got up from the floor with Soda in his arms. 

(M/n) sat down on the couch as Soda wrapped his arms tighter around (M/n)'s waist. 

"M'head hurts" Soda whispered. 

"Okay, anything else?" (M/n) whispered. He ran his fingers through Soda's hair. gently massaging his head. 

Soda hummed in contentment. 

"My stomach"

"Okay, I'm going to get you some medicine. Do you want to move to your bed?" (M/n) asked. Soda shook his head and laid back on the couch once (M/n) had moved. 

(M/n) walked to the kitchen and opened the cabinet above the sink. He pulled out a bottle of Tylenol (?? I think that's what you use?). (M/n) grabbed a cup of water before heading to the living room again only to find Soda missing from the couch.

"Soda?" (M/n) called. "Bubs?"

A noise came from the bathroom down the hall. (M/n) put the cup and medicine down before heading down the hall. (M/n) knocked on the bathroom door only to hear the sound of retching from the other side. 

"Soda? Can I come in?" (M/n) asked. 

Soda said something that was incomprehensible so (M/n) took that as a sign to open the door. Soda sat in front of the toilet, throwing up anything that was left in his stomach.

(M/n) rushed over to Soda and kneeled behind him. His hand rubbed Soda's back as he continued gagging over the toilet. After about five minutes, Soda finally leans back in (M/n)'s chest with a sigh. 

"Are you okay, bubs?" (M/n) asked as he ran his fingers through Soda's hair. 

Soda was pale and sweat ran down his forehead. At the same time, he was shivering in (M/n)'s arms. (M/n) picked Soda up and brought him to his bedroom. The bed was made and Pony was nowhere to be seen so (M/n) assumed he was out with the other gang members. 

(M/n) placed Soda on the bed and tucked him in. 

"Are you okay?" (M/n) asked.

Soda nodded his head, his eyes slowly closing. 

"Don't fall asleep. I have to get you your medicine," (M/n) instructed Soda and left the room to retrieve the water and medicine from the living room. 

When he came back, Soda was struggling to keep his eyes open. (M/n) brought the water over to him and set the medicine on the bedside table. 

"Can I get you something to eat before you take the medicine?" (M/n) asked. "You shouldn't take medicine on an empty stomach"

"Can I have cake?" Soda mumbled.

(M/n) let out a laugh and shook his head. 

"I'll get you anything but cake. Bread, maybe?"

Soda nodded his head and took a sip of water. (M/n) left the room once again to grab a slice of bread before returning. 

(M/n) handed the piece of bread to Soda who slowly started to nibble on it. When he was done with the bread, he took another sip of the water before finally downing the medicine. 

"Are you feeling a little better?" (M/n) asked.

Soda nodded and (M/n) sat down next to him on the bed. Slowly, Soda laid down on his side and tucked his face into (M/n)'s stomach. (M/n) ran his fingers through Soda's hair until he was completely asleep.