Slipknot x reader (one-shots)

26# Stubbornness aside.

Sick! Joey Jordison x reader.

Summary : Joey is sick and denies it. (Y/n) knows better and takes are of him

(A/n) : This is some pure self-indulgent Joey fluff. I'm a huge Joey simp, let me be damn you!

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Honestly, Joey feels like shit. His gut churning and stabbing, his head is aching so much that he can't think straight, it's warm yet he's shivering. 
He's sick and he knows it, but he can't be sick! There is to much work to do! 
All he wishes is for some water, perhaps that could calm down his twisting stomach. 
"Hang-Hang on." He mumbles, stand up from where his was sitting down and leaving the room with some of his band-mates behind. 
 
Once his band-mates are out of sight, Joey leans against the nearby wall and hold his stomach on hope to sooth it. 
He groans, and feels like throwing up. 
"Joey?" Comes a sudden voice, lacing with a hint of worry: It's (Y/n). 
He doesn't look up to meet their eye, he has to find a place to throw up, not willing to ruin the carpet in the hall. 
"urk..." He gags, quickly rushing to the nearest toilet or sink. Lucky for him there is a bathroom nearby. 
He can vaguely hear a set of footsteps following him, it must be (Y/n) who is worried about him. 

He empties his gut out in the toilet, just in time hanging over the porcelain bowl. 
(Y/n) stops beside him.   
Joey can feel a hand gathering his hair behind his head and holding is out of his face. Another hand gently rubs up and down his back, soothing him as he gags. 
The drummer coughs out, wiping the drool from his mouth and tries to stand up. 
"I-I'm fine." He quivers, trying to stand up on his own. 
His knees shake, unable to hold his own weight and he nearly falls over. 
"This doesn't look like fine to me." (Y/n) says and snatches Joey by the shoulders, keeping him from tumbling over. 
"don't touch m-me." the drummer tries to argue, pushing away from (Y/n) to stand on his own. However, his legs don't agree with this idea, and his legs almost give out as they're not willing to help him out. 

"stop resisting Joey, you need help." (Y/n) says, their tone stern. 
Joey already knows that he's to weak to fight back now. He feels that he's being pulled over to the sink, (Y/n) opens the tap to let the water run and helps the drummer to lean over and clean his mouth of the sour taste of his stomach fluids away. 

Joey spits out the water and (Y/n) closes the tap. Reaching for his arm they guide it over their shoulders and help him away. 
"I said that i'm fine!" Joey is still defending his ego, trying to pull away from (Y/n) once again. 
(Y/n) is having none of Joey's resisting and pulls him back close to themselves a bit too roughly. 
"remember what i said. Joey?" (Y/n) asks, keeping their stern tone. Nearly asking like an assertive parent. 

Joey huffs out before meekly answering, "Health comes first..." He murmurs, a phrase that (Y/n) has told the band so many times. 
"That's right." (Y/n) pulls the drummer along, taking him to the door to bring him home. 
Joey has stopped fighting at this point, letting (Y/n) drag him away. 

"Guy! I'm taking Joey home! He's sick!" (Y/n) screams into the other room at Joey's friends to announce where they going. Joey flinches away a bit upon (Y/n) screaming so suddenly. 
It makes his ears ring. He groans as his friend continues to pull him along to bring him home and take care of him.

At (Y/n)'s car, they struggle to open the passenger door to help the drummer get inside the car. 
"Stay put Joey, i hope you don't get too nauseous on the way." (Y/n) says, look of worry present on their face. 
Joey doesn't reply, he can't see very well. He's only glad that (Y/n) is willing to help him out while he feels so terrible.

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After a long and torturous car ride to (Y/n) house. They finally arrive at the desired location. 
"Where here." (Y/n) announces reassuringly as they pull up to their own drive-way. 
Joey let's out a sigh of relief, he feels like he could throw up again due to the motion-sickness.  

(Y/n) helps Joey get out the car and gets him inside. 
The drummer is leaning against (Y/n)'s side, resting his head on their shoulder as best as he can while the two are walking. They feel so warm and it's really cold in here. 
"Maybe a bath could help?" (Y/n) asks, more to themselves than towards the only other person present.    
"I have some swim trunks from my brother you can borrow, i hope you fit them." (Y/n) smiles and helps Joey towards their own bed-room in their house. 
Joey coughs as he is seated at the foot of (Y/n)'s bed. Sinking into the soft mattress and thick blankets. Oh, he wishes he could sleep and rest right now. .But a bath also sounds attractive at the moment.

"Here," (Y/n) holds up a pair of simple swim trunks for the drummer to wear while bathing. 
"wh-why do I need trunks?" Joey asks shakily, clutching his own arms as he shakes from the cold.
"I'm going to help bathe you." (Y/n) says, "You still gotta cover yourself." 
Joey doesn't reply, he is distracted by the faint sound of running water. 
"okay, fine..." He reluctantly agree taking the trunks out of  (Y/n) hand, and (Y/n) leaves the room to give Joey privacy to get changed. "Just scream if you need help or when your ready." They say right before leaving him alone. 

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Later, after Joey has changes he calls (Y/n) back and they take him to the bathroom, where a warm bath is ready for him. The drummer is shivering even more now that he's wearing nothing more but a pair of swim trunks. 
"Here we go." (Y/n) gestures to the bath-tub filled with soapy steaming water. 
"Let me help you." (Y/n) helps Joey get him, afraid he might slip and fall then hit his head or something. 

Joey feels the warm water envelop his whole body, and it feels so good. 
He sighs and relaxed, his shivering stops.(Y/n) takes a cup of water, fills it with some water from the bath and douses it over the drummer head, soaking his head. 
Joey just let's himself get pampered, he can't remember being so well taking care of before, it's nice. 
(Y/n) takes some hair wash and starts washing Joey's long dark locks. 
The finger raking over his scalp makes him purr. "ah, that's nice." He murmurs, sinking into the warm. All the niceness distracting him from the sickness. 
He can hear (Y/n) chuckle, but doesn't say anything else as they keep work on his hair. 
It help with is headache. 

(Y/n) washes the soap away with more water. Then (Y/n) pulls the plug out of the bath tub and the water lowers away little by little. 
"i got some clean clothes that you can borrow also." (Y/n) explains as they turn around to grab a big hotel quality towel. 
Joey rinses his hair to get the water out, and (Y/n) drapes the towel over his shoulder. 
"I put the clothes for you on the sink counter, i'm going to make something to eat." (Y/n) says, rubbing Joey's shoulders before leaving him by himself again. 

The drummer take a moment as he sits there and collects his thoughts. The warmth is gone and he wants it back, it's getting really cold again. 

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Joey is not sure where to go right now, (Y/n) must be in the kitchen of the house making food for the both of them.   
All he wants is to rest now, so he decides to go to (Y/n)'s bed room and lay down and get comfortable in their bed. 

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Their bed smells nice, just like them. Their mattress is so soft! the blankets are also soft. 
But there is something missing: Warmth. 
It seems that Joey's own body can't produce it's own heat right now. He is shivering again. His head feels like it's going to melt into a stain in the pillow. He pulls the blankets closer to himself, hoping to keep warm again. 
At least his stomach ache is gone. 

He can hear movement walking up the stairs. And he hopes it's (Y/n) that's coming back to him. 

(Y/n) struggles with the door, pushing it open with their foot and reveal themselves to Joey in their bed. They're holding two steaming cups of a warm meals. 
"made yourself comfortable already?" (Y/n) smiles kindly, walking up to the bed side with some food. Instant-noodles! 
"I'm not sure what you like, i hope this will satisfy your hunger." (Y/n) chuckles, holding the food up to the drummer. 

Joey shakily takes the cup with hot noodles and vegetables from (Y/n)'s hands, his freezing calloused hands against their warm soft ones. 
He can only hope that the warm meal warms him up a bit. 
(Y/n) grabs their own cup, handing Joey a fork before taking a seat on the side of the bed and eating. 

After the two are both done eating. (Y/n) takes the empty cups and leaves the room again to clean it up. 

The hot noodles did warm him up a bit, but he's still shivering, and he feels like his arms are going to fall off. His life would be over if that ever happened! The bed isn't warm enough, he can't warm it up with his own body heat, it's like he hasn't got any right now. 
Joey runs his hand throught his still damp hair. 
The only thing... Or person rather. that can make him feel warm is (Y/n). 
He blushes at the idea that his mind suggests. But still... It's better than almost freezing to death.

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(Y/n) returns to their own bedroom, seeing Joey cuddled up into their bed, still quivering from the cold only he feels. 
"How are you feeling?" (Y/n) asks gently, taking a seat on the side of the bed once again. Placing their hand on his fore-head. Joey quietly ravages the warmth of (Y/n) hands on his head. 
"i-i'm alright..." He mumbles, turning pink as he thinks about the question he's about to ask (Y/n). 
 "You're gonna feel better in no time. All you have to do is rest." They say, stroking a lock of his hair. 

It's is silent for a while, Joey is building up the courage to ask (Y/n) a favor. 
"Um, (Y/n)? " He calls, grabbing their attention immediately. There is no going back now...
"hmm? What is it?" (Y/n) doesn't meet Joey's eye, to pre-occupied with his hair, that has now dried up a bit more.  
"I...uh, I'm still very cold. Can you maybe err... Ho-hold me?" He asks sheepishly, looking away from (Y/n)'s figure, his pale face shifting to a shade of peachy pink. 
 
(Y/n) doesn't respond right away, and Joey feels like he fucked up. He shouldn't have asked such a favor like that! How could he?!

"sure, if it will make you feel better." (Y/n)'s answer surprises him, he has been preparing for rejection this whole time. 
(Y/n) makes a move, pulling back the blankets and crawling into bed with Joey. 
"u-uh." Joey squeaks as (Y/n) wraps their arm around his waist and pulls him closer to themselves. 
(Y/n) squirms as they get comfortable, heaving their other arm under the drummer's neck to pull him even closer, his head tucked under (Y/n) chin and hugging him close to warm him. "You're shivering." They comment, giving him a squeeze. 

The drummer doesn't answer, he flushes red. Frozen still in place in between (Y/n)'s arms.
Their warmth heats him up almost instantly, and his shivering ceases. 
Slowly he embraces (Y/n) back, an arm over their torso. 
It comforts him, their warmth. And his head ache goes away. Leaving just him and (Y/n), together in one moment. 
Eventually, with the help of (Y/n)'s hand stroking his head and the steady beating of their heart. Joey falls asleep...

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Done!! I'm gonna work on the requests now!. 

Thanks for reading. 
- Missalot.