[Fever Delirium] Joe SuggxReader
Joe squinted in the dark of his room, listening. For a few moments, he heard nothing and closed his eyes again. As soon as he did, the noises began again. He sat up, and listened. What on earth was making all that noise? His eyes widened, beginning to hope he wasn’t being robbed. That certainly would be inconvenient, wouldn’t it?
Slowly, he peeled off the warm blanket and lowered his toes to the cold floor. As quietly as he could, he opened the door of his bedroom and poked his head out. The noises were coming from upstairs. Ever so carefully, Joe tiptoed up the stairs. Peeking through the stair rail, he saw a massive bundle of blankets standing in the kitchen.
“(y/n)?” Joe walked normally the rest of the way up the stairs. “It’s four in the morning, what are you doing?”
“Making, uh, whatever this, stuff is,” your words were slightly slurred as you mixed whatever was in the mug on the counter.
“Are you drunk?” Joe squinted at you, it was highly unlikely, but honestly, Joe could never tell.
“No! I’m, uh….” You swayed slightly as you stopped to think, “What’s the word for ‘not drunk’?”
“Yes!” You took a swig from the mug. You scrunched up your nose, “It got cold.” Turning, you popped it in the microwave and turned it on. You turned around once more to face Joe but suddenly swayed to the side, rocking like you were on a boat. “Dizzy…think I might..just…” and with that you began to fall.
“Holy-” caught completely off guard, Joe lunged forward to catch you. He nearly missed and you two went tumbling to the floor in a tangle of blankets. He sat up, but you continued to lie on the floor. “Are you all right? What are you doing, you crazy idiot?” He moved one hand to brush the hair out of your face but stopped when his cool skin met yours, “You’re burning up, (y/n), why aren’t you in bed?”
Joe shook his head, “You crazy girl, come on, let’s get you to bed.”
“Are you are you serious?”
He sighed and stood, “Why can’t you wake up Caspar when you’re delusional at four in the morning? Come on, up you get.”
Joe scooped you up into his arms, being sure your blanket was still on you. You closed your eyes and leaned your head against him, listening to his heartbeat.
He began to make his way carefully down the stairs, “Yeah?”
“Well, I like you too (y/n).”
“No, like, I love you like you.”
Joe stopped a moment, taken aback by the drunken confession, before continuing onwards. He said nothing.
“Do you, love me like me?”
“I… I don’t know,” Joe put you down on your bed slowly before tucking you in, he sat down and felt your forehead again, you were boiling.
He went to move his hand away but not before you caught it, “Is that a no, then?”
“N-no, I just, I think I do, actually. Now that you mention it.”
You let go of his hand and closed your eyes relaxing into the pillow, “Oh, I’m glad.”
Joe chuckled, you were so weird when you were sick, he leaned down and kissed your temple, “Goodnight (y/n).”
