Sick day

*slytherin sitting in their common room with a cold.*
Slytherin: *sneezes* “damn I hate being sick”
*from the corridor*
*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”

“you need to lie down, yura,” otabek says.

“i don’t want to,” comes the waspish retort.

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.



Another 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.

Course 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.

“Damn 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.

Glaring, before tossing the tissues out, “Thanks for the boost in confidence birdman, I’ll be sure to fix my makeup later.”

“That’s 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 sick.”

“And he takes another shot,” groaning when two more sneezes land in the hastily grabbed tissues. “Insults gonna stop anytime soon Wilson?”

“Woman,” 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.

“I’ll be fine Sam, promise,” soft groan leaving your lips as you sit up, sore muscle being pulled from coughing so much.

Shaking 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.”

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anonymous asked:

Currently suffering from a cold so SHINee gets a cold?

SAME (hope you feel better baby!)


  • so congested that it’s difficult for him to hear 
  • keeps yelling what???? whenever someone tries to talk to him 
  • honestly the members are just moving their lips to fuck with him 
  • absolutely no appetite which disturbs him more than anything but had some soup to have some kind of sustenance
  • took cold medicine and knocked out for 12 hours (minho: *holding a mirror to his face* well he’s breathing) 
  • afterwards good as new!!! he bounces back fast 


  • “doesn’t my voice sound kinda sexy like this” 
  • soulfully croons “lonely” in a raspy voice 
  • wearing a turtleneck and a sweatshirt over it 
  • chugging orange juice while watching reruns of one piece 
  • at first he poured the juice into cups but it took too much effort so he’s curled up on the couch with the carton and just drinking straight from it 
  • “ummaaaaa can you make me jook” (rice porridge) 


  • breaks out the hanyak (chinese medicine) immediately and heats it up 
  • stares at the bowl of black liquid with dread
  • “it’s okay kibum since your nose is stuffed you won’t even be able to taste it”
  • he was so very wrong omg WHY 
  • takes a long hot shower to clear his sinuses and he feels more human afterwards 
  • gets pho to heal his soul 


  • “i’b nob sic” / shinee: what / “I’MB NOT SIK” 
  • jong: minho your fever’s so high it hurts me to touch you 
  • loud sneezing v often and key jumps every single time 
  • sniffing so obnoxiously that tae’s looking at him in open disgust and pelting tissues at him 
  • *blows nose* “it’s just allergies” 
  • literally cannot understand how his body could betray him like this 


  • looks suspiciously at all the members like “who got me sick”
  • alternating between being elated that he could stay in bed and being v pitiable for not feeling well
  • has to be dragged away from the computer bc “taemin pls you really don’t have pneumonia” 
  • eating ice cream but then it occurs to him that he can’t actually taste it so he’s sad af again 
  • throws off his blankets “I HATE BEING SICK” but picks them up immediately bc he’s cold now 
Prayer Request

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