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Sick!Fic (Dally × Johnny × Ponyboy)

[ I never do polygamous fics because it isn't something I personally like/am into, I probably didn't even use the right form of that, but it's 6:48 in the morning and my thoughts started flooding with my three domestic boys, so here we are. This little fic royally sucks, I'm sorry to anyone who bothers reading! ]

••Third person POV••
••Present day AU••

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"He's sick." Darry declares, standing up and carrying the thermometer back into the kitchen. Dally looks at Ponyboy, then Johnny, then lets his eyes trail after Darry, throwing his arms up as his face scrunches up in confusion.

"What do you mean, he's sick?" He follows the eldest of the four of them into the kitchen as though he's looking for some kind of explanation.

"I mean, he's sick. My bet's on a really bad cold, but with the time of year, it could be an early case of the flu. I'll give him some cough syrup until we can get him a doctor's appointment."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, man. A doctor? Come on, he's fine, we don't need to bring the big guys in." The two of them make their way back into the living room with Ponyboy and Johnny. Johnny is sitting on the edge of the couch where Ponyboy's laying, playing with his hair and whispering sweet little nothings to him. "Look at him, he'll be perfectly fine by morning." As if just to prove him wrong, a series of horrendous coughs leave the youngest of them, his body sitting up slightly so his head can bow over the mini trash can at the side of the couch. He coughs some more until a little vomit leaves his lips, a sickened groan following. Darry cocks a knowing brow at Dally, clicking his tongue in a silent I told you.

"Look, I've got to get to work. There's chicken noodle soup and cold water bottles in the fridge, make sure he gets enough of both." He grabs his jacket, slipping it on before snatching up his keys. He's acting like he's late, but he's thirty minutes early, as usual. Johnny nods while Dally just waves a dismissive hand, not understanding how bad Ponyboy feels.

Once they're alone, Johnny scoots down to a laying position beside Ponyboy, his arms wrapping around the male's frame carefully. Dally makes his way over, squeezing to sit beside both of them, his arm around them. "You're gonna get sick, too, little one." He warns, pointedly looking at Johnny, not wanting two sick boys on his hands.

"He needs cuddles..." Johnny insists, frowning as he peeks up at the blond. "And soup. And water." Ponyboy groans at the mention of food, barely able to keep anything down.

"I'm okay..." He croaks out, trying to move to look at both of them. Dally shakes his head, surprising all of them.

"No, you ain't."

"Aren't..." Ponyboy quietly corrects, causing a gentle but playful shove from the eldest.

"Shuddup and eat your soup." He says, says in response, standing and walking to the kitchen to make him a bowl. He grabs out a water bottle once the food is all heated and prepared, bringing it in.

"Bedroom..." Ponyboy whispers, wanting to lay in the bed so he can have both of them. Johnny is usually the one in the middle when they all cuddle, but when one of them is sick or upset, it switches up. Dally sighs and nods slowly.

"Help me, baby." He whispers to Johnny, who's already standing up to take the bowl and the water bottle. Dally leans down to pick Ponyboy up in his arms, slowly carrying him to the bedroom with Johnny close behind. He sits him up so he can eat his soup, but stubbornly, he pushes it away and shakes his head.

"Water?" Johnny asks, trying to make a compromise. If he won't have one, he'll have to have the other. At first, Ponyboy shakes his head, lacking words for some reason today. Johnny frowns, nodding in response. "Mhm." He demands, unscrewing the top and pushing it toward him. The youngest sighs, taking the water bottle into his hands and taking a few big sips. He hands it back, crawling all the way in bed and extending his arms for the both of them. Johnny puts the water up, coming to lay on one side while Dally slips his shoes off and lays on the other.

"I love you both." Johnny whispers, one hand sitting between him and Pony and absentmindedly playing with his shirt while the other arm wraps around him so he can grip Dally's arm protectively. The eldest gives them both a tight squeeze, kissing Johnny's hand before pressing a kiss to Ponyboy's shoulder.

"We love you, too." They whisper in unison.

"I better not get sick." Dally mumbles, teasing but still sounding like a grumpy old man. He sits up to kiss the corner of Ponyboy's lips. Johnny buries his head into the brunet's neck, his eyes closing as his breathing slowly gets heavier. Soon enough, they're all snoring lightly, their legs tangled up so none of them can leave. Maybe they'll all wake up sicker than a dog, but at least they'll be together.

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This officially!!! Had!!! No point!!! But I wanted to give my followers something because it's been so long since a bitch has posted ANYTHING. Swear things will be better when I get into writing more/again.