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#also in some nice jammies and i've got some food in the oven
upperranktwo · 1 year
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Treated myself to a complete at home self care day. Did fuck all the entire day and then this evening I did a hair mask, nice long shower, face mask and a foot mask and I really needed it after the long busy week I've had and the long and busy week I'm going to have
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invisibleraven · 2 years
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feeling their temperature + Willie/anyone
"Alex babe, I'm home!" Willie called as he dropped his keys into the bowl by the door, kicking it shut behind him. There was answer, but he didn't really expect there to be. Alex had said he was going to be spending the day working on some new riffs and probably had his headphones on.
Willie hummed as he dropped off the groceries, putting away anything perishable, and surveying the contents of the fridge. "Hmmm, maybe some chicken and broccoli casserole?" he muttered to himself as he eyed the florets taking up space in their crisper drawer. Before long he had the pot and pan heating up, carefully chopping everything, humming the latest Julie and the Phantoms song the band had debuted. He knew it would earn them their next few Grammys, it was that much of a bop.
Soon he had the casserole in the oven, and Willie realized that he hadn't heard a single drum beat or cymbal crash since he came home. Not even the creak of Alex's ancient studio chair that he swore he was gonna sneak out and replace come the drummer's next birthday. Now he was worried. Alex wasn't overly noisy, but he also wasn't this quiet. Willie crept up the stairs, peering into rooms until he stopped at their bedroom, seeing a lump under the ugly looking quilt he had been thrilled by at a yard sale some years back.
"Alex?"
No movement, so Willie crept closer, seeing Alex fast asleep on the bed. Only his face looked flushed, his breathing was heavier than usual, and he could see that the garbage bin next to their bed was half full of tissues. Gently shaking Alex, he pressed his lips against his forehead, hissing at the heat he felt coming off his skin.
"Jeez hotdog, you're burning up!"
"Mmmm not sick," Alex replied, looking up at him with bleary eyes. "Just tired."
"Uh huh, let's see what the thermometer says about that shall we?" Willie offered, helping Alex sit up, feeling how he was wheezing and holding back a cough. "I'm gonna go get the cold kit, you don't move."
Alex half grumbled a reply, but stayed there until Willie returned, sticking the thermometer under his tongue. Willie grinned as Alex pouted, but wouldn't let him spit it out until it gave a beep. "Hmmm, 100.8, that's a fever alright. Now, I want you to take these pills to help bring that down, nice cool water to help."
"I'm not sick," Alex protested again, but dutifully threw back the pills, almost draining the glass.
"Sure you're not. But let's get you into your comfy jammies and slather some VapoRub on you anyways. Julie says her tia swears by it."
"Bleh, I hate the smell of menthol," Alex whined, raising his arms as Willie helped him out of his hoodie, his limbs feeling sore and uncooperative.
"At least you can still smell," Willie commented, holding back a grin as Alex groped for a tissue, blowing his nose with a loud honk. "I've got supper in the oven, but if you wanna nap before it's done, we have time..."
"I'm... not really hungry, sorry," Alex replied, looking almost sad at admitting it.
"That's okay, more for me!" Willie joked. "Nah, it'll keep. Plenty there for when you have your appetite back."
"When it's done can I have cuddles?" Alex asked pathetically. "Even if it means you'll get this crud too?"
"Thought you weren't sick?" Willie teased, smiling wide when Alex stuck his tongue out at him. "You know I'm down for cuddles any time. Plus we did say in sickness and in health." The beep of the oven sounded throughout the house, and Willie gave Alex an apologetic smile. "I'm gonna go deal with that, you lie back and I'll return before you know it."
"Kay," Alex muttered, snuggling beneath the covers, eyes already closed. Willie took his time getting the food out, and grinned when he returned to the bedroom, Alex already fast asleep, snoring loud enough to wake the dead.
Willie tip-toed in, pressing another kiss to his forehead, sighing that it was no longer burning and chuckled. "Not sick my ass, love you though." Willie pressed one more kiss to Alex's skin and went off to enjoy a quiet evening, even though he was sure that by tomorrow, he would be just as miserable as Alex was.
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