Crush x Reader Oneshots

[ f ] Mum vs Boyfriend

I don't know where I get inspiration from anymore.

Surfacing from my deep sleep, I yawn as I rub my eyes to clear my vision. I gaze at my fan that circled on the roof slowly, blowing a soft breeze in my room. I suddenly sneeze, covering my mouth as another round of about twenty come.

I sniffle, a warm wave of heat overlapping me. I groggily stand up, my bare feet connecting with the frosted floor. I attempted to make my way to the kitchen, but my head spun with hints of blues and greens splatting my vision. I place my s/c hand on my forehead, feeling it hotter than an oven.

"Mum." I yell, getting a chorus of footsteps stop at my door, opening it slowly. "Yes, honey?" Mum asks, poking her head in as her hair dangled. I sneeze, "I don't feel well..." Cue another sneeze. I sat down as mum walked in, sitting beside me on my bed and placed her hand on my cheek then my forehead. "Oh, Y/N, I think you have a fever. You're burning up quick." She says.

I slightly nod, my head feeling like a heavy swimming pool. "Lay down, I'll get you some medicine and tomato soup." Mum instructs, walking out of my room. I do as I'm told and lay back in bed as I reach for my phone. Locking in and tapping messages. I tap my boyfriend, C/N's name.

Y/N ( ˊ̱˂˃ˋ̱ ): I'm sick :(

C/N (⁎⁍̴̆Ɛ⁍̴̆⁎): What? I'm coming over

Y/N ( ˊ̱˂˃ˋ̱ ): No C/N, you'll get sick too

I sigh, plopping my phone beside me, knowing he's not going to reply. Mum walks in with a bowl of nice smelling food along with some tablets and a glass of water. I quirk an eyebrow at how she could carry all of that at once, but then again, she's a mum.

"Eat- drink the soup, take the medicine. Do you want me to turn up your fan, turn it down? Open your windows probably, get some air. But then you might get a cold. Best not? Would you like me to get you a thick blanket? Possibly a shee-" I gave her a deadpanned expression, "I'm fine, mum."

Just as I say that, C/N bursts into my room with a worried expression, still in his pyjamas. "Are you okay?" He rushed out, panting. I pretend to cry, a quick change from my annoyed mood just a few seconds before. "I'm sick." I say, pouting. I didn't notice the backpack slung on his shoulder until he took it off and placed it on the end of my bed, pulling out his laptop, chocolates and a headband.

"I'm prepared." He says, having mum scoff, waving her hand. "You're more of a mum than I am, C/N." He shakes his head, "Nobody's more of a mum than you, Ms L/N." "Thank you darling." Mum leaves with a small smile before closing my door. "What's wrong?" C/N says, climbing into my bed so he's laying beside me. "You're gonna get sick." I say, adverting my e/c to his c/e/c eyes. He grins, "Then you would have to take care of me."

I roll my eyes as he grabs his laptop along with me carefully bringing the tomato soup to my lips. "What movie?" I shrug. "I don't know. Peter Pan?" He sighs, making the movie start. We watched for the rest of the day, just laying in bed while watching random Disney movies off of C/N's laptop.