*slytherin sitting in their common room with a cold.*
Slytherin: *sneezes* “damn I hate being sick”
*from the corridor*
“DID I HEAR SOMEONE SAY SICK?”
*Hufflepuff runs into the room with a blanket and thermos of chicken noodle soup*
Hufflepuff: “I have soup, peppermint tea, cough drops, vitamin c tablets, and medicine.”
Slytherin: “what? How did you get in here?-”
Hufflepuff: “You have no security now shut up and eat your chicken and stars”
Slytherin: “YOU GOT ME CHICKEN AND STARS? I LOVE THOSE”
yuri can be grumpy, as a general rule, but he’s exceedingly so when he’s ill. yuri is a hurricane-large personality, squeezed into human form, and he doesn’t have time to be sick; he has so much to offer the world and in a limited time. so when he comes down with sickness, he’s almost overbearingly petulant, and his mood is never any flavour but sour.
otabek sighs lightly. “well, you certainly can’t get up and make it worse for yourself.”
“i know that,” yuri snaps, fever-bright eyes narrowed with irritation. he’s not making eye contact.
otabek sighs again. “want me to put on a movie for you?” he bends down, squatting at the side of the bed. “work with me, yura,” he says softly, searching the stubborn face before him with patient eyes.
yuri looks at him for a second or two, his lip trembling. a brief moment of vulnerability, before his eyebrows furrow, and his expression shutters. his gaze flits off to the side again, but the edges of his scowl are softer, somehow. in a grudging tone, he mutters, “fine.” yuri tucks the blankets around himself a little more securely. “but i get to choose the movie, and you have to watch it with me, and - and you can’t complain.”
otabek smiles, then, a proper smile, and brushes his fingers lightly through yuri’s sweat-damp hair. “not a word,” he promises.
if yuri’s cheeks, flushed from illness, burn a little warmer at his touch, neither of them comment on it.
sneeze, nose running so you had to reach for more tissues, stuffy head, Lord
you were barely gonna last the afternoon if this kept up. Why’d you even come
into work anyways? Not like things couldn’t have been taken care of in the
comfort of your own apartment. But then it’d remind you of the reason you came
in today in the first place. Loneliness, granted you weren’t totally alone.
Nat, Clint and Sam stayed home from this last mission so company wasn’t the
issues. No it’s who you want there more than anything else. To keep you warm,
hold you close, kiss your forehead and tell you everything’s going to be okay.
the honeymoon stage should’ve worn off by now as Tony has said more than a few
times over the past several months; given the fact you and Bucky have been together
for going on three years. Though you can’t help it and only hoped Bucky felt
the same. Thoughts are interrupted by another coughing fit that rattles your
lungs and has you gasping for breath and the desk in front of you.
sweetheart you don’t sound so good,” Sam’s deep voice reaches your ears right
as you blow your sore nose for what felt like the thousandth time today.
before tossing the tissues out, “Thanks for the boost in confidence birdman, I’ll
be sure to fix my makeup later.”
not what I meant Y/N,” rolling expressive chocolate eyes, Sam perches a hip on
the end of your desk, arms crossed, while giving you the once over. “You look
takes another shot,” groaning when two more sneezes land in the hastily grabbed
tissues. “Insults gonna stop anytime soon Wilson?”
he all but growls, then chuckles seeing the half smirk on your lips, which
turns into a frown at the next couching fit. “Seriously Y/N, you need to get
home, meds, soup and sleep,” worry seeping into his tone.
fine Sam, promise,” soft groan leaving your lips as you sit up, sore muscle
being pulled from coughing so much.
his head, “Not taking no for an answer sweetness. I won’t have that walking
icicle you call a boyfriend rip me a new one for not taking care of you.”
I’ve had a sore throat since Saturday. I can barely talk and I feel dizzy whenever I stand up. I called off work today and I don’t know if I’ll go to work tomorrow but I need money for school but I feel like hell. Pray I’ll be better in the morning