Under The Weather ~ Allison Hargreeves
A/N: Thanks so much for the request anon, I really hope you see this and like it! I'm feeling very ill today so this seems like the perfect opportunity to write some sickness comfort. Also the ending is really bad so I'm sorry 😭
Summary: Allison helps you recover from a cold, and unspoken feelings surface as she does.
Genre: Fluff.
Warnings: None, I think.
Pairing: Allison Hargreeves x GenderNeutral!Reader
"Why did you have to go out into the rain without an umbrella, huh?" Allison demanded, shoveling Diego's homemade soup into your mouth.
You swallowed the warm liquid, the tingling sensation dancing in your throat and prompting a sudden, unexpected cough that caused you to spit out the soup all over Allison. With a sigh, she cleaned it off herself with a tissue.
"Klaus said it'd be fun to play in the rain..." You mumbled, your voice low as you took another tissue to dab at Allison's soup stained shirt.
"If Klaus told you to jump off a cliff, would you?" She prompted, rolling her eyes as you nodded.
"Yes, mom."
"Shut up and eat your soup."
Handing you the bowl, she stood, tossing the used tissues into your bedside bin and making her way to your bedroom door.
"Where are you going?" You asked, eyes widening at the thought of her leaving.
"To change my shirt, since somebody decided to spit soup all over this one."
"I didn't do it on purpose, I'm sorry. Don't go." You pleaded.
"I know, but I'll be back in literally a minute okay?" She negotiated.
"Then I refuse to eat." You placed the bowl on the bedside table.
Allison internally cooed at how adorable you looked with your pouty face and your arms crossed over your chest as you challenged her. Externally, she groaned in an effort to make you quit being stubborn.
"Don't be childish, Y/N."
"I don't want to be alone."
"I'll send one of the others to keep you company."
"I want you."
"I have to change."
"You can use one of my shirts."
Allison's eyes widened in surprise. The Y/N she knew would get extremely annoyed whenever anybody borrowed her clothes, always arguing that it felt too intimate to share them. Even you looked shocked at your own words, but you didn't take them back.
"Okay..." Allison agreed after a moment's silence, cautiously walking over to your closet and opening it.
"Pick whatever you like..." You murmured, avoiding her gaze.
She settled on a plain sea blue t-shirt, and neatly plucked it out of your closet. She moved to unbutton her stained shirt, but paused when she met your eyes. You respectfully shut them and turned your head away.
"You can look now." Allison told you after about half a minute, and you obeyed.
"You look good," You truthfully admitted with a smile, "you should keep it."
That statement further added to Allison's shock, but she didn't show it, instead coming back to rest on your bed and finish feeding you the soup.
"Do you want some more?" Allison questioned once the soup bowl was empty.
"No, that'd mean you'd have to go to kitchen. That's another minute without seeing your lovely face." You winked.
"Did Diego put drugs in this soup when he made it? You're so bold today!" She chuckled.
"I can do whatever I want when I'm sick without consequences, so I take advantage of it." You replied with your own laugh.
A comfortable silence fell over the two of you, you sat up straighter in your bed, your eyes trained on Allison's own as you felt the intensity of the eye contact.
Suddenly she leaned forward, and got closer... and closer... and closer. Until your lips met and moved in harmony. Then you recoiled with a gasp, and Allison thought she messed up.
"Y/N, I'm so sorry. I love-"
"Allison, I love you so much, but did you have to do this when I have a cold? You'll get sick too now!"
And get sick she did. What a lovely period of sickness it was. Full of hoarse giggles, sneeze filled laughs and sleepy kisses as you both cuddled the cold away.