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Aleks x Reader // In Sickness and In Health

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can you please do one where the reader has to take care of Aleks when he's sick and it's just really fluffy and cute

yesyesyesyesyesyesyes

Enjoy :)

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Aleks' alarm woke you up, and it certainly wasn't waking him up. It had been going off for the last few minutes. Groaning, you gently elbow him, trying to wake him. You notice he is warmer than usual. You thought it was weird, but you just wanted the alarm to stop.

"Aleks." you groan. He doesn't stir, but he snores a bit louder. You recall he doesn't usually snore (or sleep through his alarm) unless he's sick. You reach across him, hitting the button, and shutting the alarm off. You rest on Aleks' chest.

You shake him and he stirs, groaning. "Babe?" you ask, worry filling your voice.

His eyes slowly flutter open. He coughs. "What?" he asks in a raspy voice. You place your hand on his forehead, feeling a fever.

"You're not going to work today." you say, texting the boys to tell them what was going on. They agreed that he should be kept home.

"Why? I feel fine." he tries, clearing his throat. You shake your head.

"Rest. I'll have some soup for lunch and tea when you wake up." he nods and you kiss his forehead, wrapping him in an extra blanket. You exit the bedroom and walk to the kitchen, brewing yourself some tea and munching on some fruit as breakfast. You sit on the couch sipping tea, watching a random morning talk show.

You decided to watch two episodes before starting the soup, using a recipe you mom gave you way back when. As you were waiting for everything to simmer, you brewed another small batch of tea for Aleks.

As the kettle began to whistle, the bedroom door opened, revealing Aleks, shirtless and wrapped in a blanket. He smiles halfheartedly. He slowly walked into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder. You handed him a mug containing his tea and told him to sip slowly, as it is steaming hot.

He gives a quiet "thank you" and drags himself to the living room, sitting on the couch and watching whatever was left over on the television. You finish the soup and serve each of you a bowl, sitting with Aleks on the couch. "This is actually so good, babe." he says quietly and slurping some noodles.

"It's an old recipe." you reply. The both of you finish your soup and he cuddles into you, still wrapped in the blanket. You feel him shiver a bit. You pet his hair. "It'll break soon." you say, kissing his forehead. You didn't care about the small beads of sweat present.

Turning away from afternoon talk shows, you switched over to Netflix, watching some dumb documentaries. On the second movie, you hear small snores from the head resting on your shoulder. You wrap both arms around Aleks' sleeping form. You noticed him stop shivering. You smiled to yourself, happy that his fever finally broke.

You place a light kiss on his lips, just missing the taste. This wakes him. "Did you kiss me?" he asks.

"Yes." you reply, pursing your lips.

"Why? You're going to get sick, Y/N!"

"Because I really don't care, Aleks." you smile.

Within two days, you were sick as Aleks was still battling his sickness. "I fucking told you so." Aleks said, giving you your tea.

"I said I didn't care. It was worth it."

fin.