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It's worth the wait!!!! ❤

Part 2

So, I saw that some followers wanna read the second part form the fic with sick Beka after the bike ride. Here you are! :))) Omg, it turned really long😱😱😱 I had a lot of fun writing it^^ And lol, I just posted this while waiting at the dentist’s door. Whish me a big ‘Good luck’ :)))

Yuri didn’t allow himself to sleep neither this day. Otabek’s fever broke, he knew this, but it could return in any moment. And, after all, he still had to take care of his boyfriend. He was so tired… He had slept just half an hour in that morning, before Beka had found him asleep in the kitchen. But no, he couldn’t sleep now. His lover was sick,he couldn’t let him alone in this kind of moments. And , another ‘funny’ thing was: Yuri thought he had caught Otabek’s cold. He had a sore throat and he coughed a lot of times that morning. This, together with the tiredness and the fact that his boyfriend was sick made him fell like a shit. But he was not going to let Otabek notice this. So, he just decided to ignore it. He was not sick, just tired. He had to cook, Beka was waiting for some food in the living room. He could feel how his hands were trembling and his body was shivering. He had to finish this soup fast, so he just tried to focus on slicing the vegetables. Of course he couldn’t do it without hurting himself. He cut his finger so deep that he couldn’t stop cursing for one minute. It hurt, it really hurt and now,he had to clean all the mess of blood he did on the kitchen table. Otabek asked him what had happened and if he needed help, but he ensured him that it was nothing so grave and he was okay. He just bandaged his finger and cleaned the table as fast as he could. Now, he was shivering even more. Why was so cold in there? It was fucking July, he was not supposed to be cold. Soon, he finished cooking, but he was dizzy. He really needed to sit down. Yuri took a bowl of soup and some bread and brought it to Beka who was on the couch, in the living room. He gave them to him and noticed he had forgotten the spoon. He went to the kitchen but the room started spinning. No, he had not time for this, he just had to return to his Beka. He took the spoon and got back to the living room. He just gave it to him and sat down on the couch. ‘Do you think you can eat on your own, or you need my help again?’ Yuri asked.

‘Haha, I’m fine this time, I can eat. But aren’t you going to eat too?’ Otabek asked, frowning. ‘No, I’m not hungry.’

‘Yura, are you okay? You’re a bit pale’ he said, trying to place a hand on his forehead. Yuri just avoided it. ‘I’m fine, just tired, don’t worry about me. Eat, you won’t get better if you don’t eat’.While Otabek was eating, he let his head rest on the edge of the couch. Maybe he could just let his eyes close for five minutes… No, no, he couldn’t do this, he had not time for this. Yuri stand up, mumbled an ‘I’m gonna take your temperature’ and went to the bathroom, for the thermometer. The room was spinning faster now. He just had to arrive the bath and… and what? What did he want to do there? Oh, right, the thermometer. He took it and went back to the living room. When did his vision become blurry? Otabek came closer to him. Why did he wake up from the couch? Yuri didn’t knew when his dizziness increased, but he couldn’t stand on his feet anymore. He was about of falling when his Beka caught him. ‘Yura, Yura!’ he shouted and placed him on the couch. ‘Just a bit tired..’ he mumbled. ‘This is not just from tiredness, you have fever! You’re sick!’ Otabek said,worried, a hand on his forehead. It moved down, touching his hot cheek. Yuri almost purred at that touch. ‘So, I couldn’t hide it for so long’ he said. ‘You didn’t have to do this, Yura. I’m better, see? You have to rest.’ Beka picked him up, moved him in the bedroom and laid him on the bed. Then, he left, just to return some minutes later with a wet cloth, a glass of water, some pills and vitamins. Yuri swallowed them. ‘Sleep, kitten!’ Otabek said and put the wet cloth on his hot forehead. ‘But I have to take care of you!’

‘I think it’s vice-versa, as I said, I’m better now. I’m sorry I didn’t notice you were sick sooner. Sleep, Yura, I’ll take care of you!’ Yuri was too tired to argue. He just closed his eyes and fell asleep. Otabek waited half an hour to be sure that his kitty was fine. He was sleeping peacefully . How could he exhaust so hard for him? He had almost fainted. He was so worried for his precious Yura… He touched again his forehead. He was still burning up, but he was better. After he set an alarm, for waking up and checking on his Yuri. In the first times, he set it to ring after just half an hour. Even if he had ‘Rebirth’ ( by ‘Skillet’, it’s a rock song) as alarm tone (and Yuri’s alarm tone was ‘You’re gonna go far, kid’ by Off Springs, just saying), when he woke up, Yuri was still deeply asleep. He just rewetted the cloth from his forehead and watched him for some minutes. Then, he reset the alarm and went to sleep again. Next time, he also took Yura’s temperature. He was almost unconscious when Otabek placed the thermometer in his mouth and when it beeped, he just opened his eyes slowly, just to close them again after a second.He had a fever of 38.5 Celsius degrees. Beka was still worried. It hurt so much to see his loved person in so much pain. After this, he started noticing that it was harder for him to wake up with every time the alarm ringed.The short naps were not so effective for him. After a couple of hours, Yura’s fever increased again and Otabek started runing a fever as well. He took a decision, even if he knew Yuri was not going to like it at all, but they really needed help. He called Yuuri. He answered almost immediately.

‘Hi, Otabek!’

‘Hello, Mrs. Katsuki!’ he started coughing. When he regained his breath, Yuuri asked if he was okay. ‘Yes, I’m fine. Um…I mean, not really. I and Yura caught a pretty bad cold and we need a bit help and I wonder-’

‘We’re on the way’ he cut his phrase. He decided to wait for them awake. Just some minutes, he had to wait just some minutes, then he could sleep. His eyes started closing…no, he had to stay awake…but he couldn’t…he fell asleep.

Yuri was waken up by something ringing. It came from the front door. Who wanted to see them in this kind of moment? He stand up and went to the living room. He had a bad headache, his eyes were hurting because of the light, his vision was still blurry and he was dizzy. He felt horrible. By the time he arrived the living room, he heard as Victor opened the door (he had given him an emergency key) and he and Yuuri entered the room. He tried to go to them but the room started spinning faster and his legs melted. He fell unconscious and his head almost crashed the floor, but Victor catched him just in time.

Victor whispered a ‘He fainted’ as he picked the teenager up and laid him on the couch. Yuuri started yelling his name and patting his cheeks. ‘Give me the vinegar and the sugar.’ Victor went to the kitchen while he was still trying to wake Yuri up.

Otabek was woken up by the noise and entered the living room to see what happened. Then, he saw his kitten with his face totally white, unconscious on the couch. In the next second, he knelt in front of him, worried. ‘What happened?’ he asked. ‘When we arrived, he just looked at us, then fainted. Victor caught him and since then, we just try to wake him up’. ‘Since when is he like this?’ he could just say. ‘I don’t know, maybe two minutes’ Victor said, moving the bottle of vinegar closer to Yuri’s nose. ‘It’s all my fault’, Otabek whispered. Yuuri opened his mouth to respond, but was stopped by a whimper. ‘Stop slapping me! It already hurts too much!’ Yuri groaned and covered his eyes with a hand. The light made his eyes hurt even more. ‘Oh,you’re awake, eat this’ Yuuri said and gave him a spoon full with sugar. He took it and ate it. Otabek hugged Yuri tight. ‘I’m so sorry, Yura. I’m so so sorry, it’s all my fault. I should have been more careful. I should have taken care better of you. I’m so sorry, kitten!’ he said, almost crying. ‘Hey, not so loud, my head still hurts like hell. It’s not your fault, you did nothing wrong, you took care of me just fine.’ Yuri hugged him back. ‘How do you feel?’ Victor asked. ‘Like I was just struck by a truck. Bad enough to let you two take care of us’ he laughed.

‘What did you eat today?’ Yuuri asked. ‘Nothing. And I’m not hungry!’

‘That’s not good, Yurio, you have to eat something…Victor, go to the market and buy his favorite cake. He needs something sweet.’ The geezer left before he could protest. ‘Ok, now, till he come back, let’s check your fevers. Where is the thermometer?’ ‘I don’t need you to take my temperature, katsudon!’ Yuri said. ‘In the bedroom, on the nightstand.’ ‘Thanks, Otabek’ Yuuri said, left and returned after a a minute with the thermometer. He placed it in Beka’s mouth and waited for it to beep. ‘38 Celsius degrees, it’s not so bad. Now, you..’ Yuri groaned a bit, but accepted it. ‘39.2, that’s bad… did you take some medicine?’ ‘We both did, kind of 3 hours ago’.

They were interrupted by Victor, who entered the house with a big smile on his face. ‘I bought cakes for everyone’. Yuri just took some mouths from his then put it on the coffee table almost untouched. ‘Yurio, are you all right? You didn’t ate almost anything…’ Yuuri asked. ‘ ‘m fine, Katsudon! I go to sleep.’ he said, as he stand up. Suddenly, he felt something picking him up. He looked up and saw his Beka. ‘Oh…’. ‘I can’t risk to let you faint again.’ Yuri blushed. He knew the geezer and Katsudon had started giggling. He just waited to arive in the bedroom before he kissed Otabek on the lips. ‘You taste like a chocolate cake’ he said, smiling. ‘And you taste like a chocolate cake with pills, kitten. I see you’re feeling better’ he whispered, placing him on the bed. ‘Yeah, the truck was a small one’ he laughed. The older skater laid down on the bed as well and wrapped his arms around Yuri’s back. ‘Sleep, Yura’ he said, placing a kiss on his hot forehead. They both closed they eyes and when Victor and Yuuri entered the room, after half an hour, they found them sleeping, still embraced. They just smiled and hugged each other. They were happy that their ‘son’ had finally found a person to trust and love so much. They did their best to take care of the two teens. They covered them with more blankets and put wet clothes on their foreheads and after two hours, they woke them up to take some pills. Otabek was fine, he still had a fever, but he woke up almost immediately after Yuuri shook his shoulder and took the medicine. Yuri though, had a high fever and Victor hardly woke him up. He looked very confused and after he swallowed the pills, he started coughing, then he fell asleep almost immediately . ‘I’m worried for him’ Oabek said, running his fingers through Yuri’s hair. ‘We’ll take care of him, don’t worry. You have to get better too, go back to sleep’ Yuuri told him.

Yuri had no idea what time was when he woke up. He looked through the dark room…he was alone… of course he was, he was always alone. Nobody was there to help him when his drunk mother had beaten him so bad that he could hardly move his body next day. Nobody was there when he had cried for help and sobbed the whole night. Nobody was there to cheer for him when he had won his first ice skating contest, then his first Junior GPF. Nobody was there when he felt so exhausted, when his feet hurt so much that he couldn’t even go to the kitchen to drink a glass of water. Even Victor, who Yuri thought that was close to him, went to Japan to train a stranger and left him alone. Nobody cared about him. He started sobbing. Who cared if he would cry his heart out, anyway? He didn’t know when Otabek entered the room and placed a hand on his back. ‘Hey, what happened, kitten?’ he asked, softly. ‘Ok, Otabek, you found the worst time to go to the bathroom’, he thought. Yuuri and Victor stormed into the room as well. ‘What happened?’ they asked in the same time. ‘Nobody cares about me,I’m always alone. Even you left me alone!’ he said, pointing at Victor, sobbing. Otabek’s heart broke: his kitten, his lover, his Yura was so sad and in pain and lonely. His body was so hot, he had probably a high fever. ‘Yuri, Yuri, you’re not alone, we all care about you! I’m gonna hug you, is that ok?’ Yuuri asked. All of sudden, Victor hugged the crying teenager tight. ‘I’m so sorry, Yura, I didn’t know you felt this way. I’m so sorry, please, forgive me! he said, also crying. It seemed like his heart broke too. Yuri accepted the hug and continued sobbing with his head on Victor’s chest, Otabek rubbing his back and Yuuri running his fingers through his blonde hair. When he calmed down a bit, they made him swallow some extra medicine, before he started coughing and whimpering. Every time Victor thought Yuri was asleep and tried to put him in bed, he just grabbed his T-shirt and whimpered loudly. He whispered sweet words in his ear and gave up on that idea. After an hour, he finally fell asleep and after another half an hour, Otabek did the same. Yuuri and Victor stayed awake the whole night, trying to make him feel comfortable. He was still whimpering in his sleep from time to time, but at least he was sleeping… Next time he woke up, it was already morning, he was still in Victor’s arms. He blushed. What the fuck happened last night? ‘Yura, are you okay?’ Otabek asked, making him thrill. ‘Yes, I’m fine, I feel better. What about you?’ 'I’m really fine’ he answered. 'Beka, what the fuck happened last night?’ he whispered, trying not to wake up Victor and Yuuri. 'Eh, Yuri do you feel alone?’ 'What, no! I have you, grandpa and these two idiots. Why do you ask me this kind of thing so suddenly?’ he asked, concerned. 'Nothing, it doesn’t matter. Let’s say just that last night, Victor appologised you for going to Japan and leaving you alone.’ 'What did he do?’ Yuri asked, his mouth full opened. 'Mhm..’ Otabek answered. Yuri was really confused, he had no idea about the last night, but what Beka had just told him warmed a bit his heart and made him a bit happy. Victor had finally appologised him. Yuri couldn’t not smile. It was really nice, this meant a lot for him.

#it's about time geezer!#Otabek is so wise #little poor Yuri #as always i'm fangirling #that's so cute #omg

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Warmth

An old fanfic that I’m posting here. It’s also posted at Fanfiction.net if you want to check it out there.

Shock and grief practically radiate off the members of the Survey Corps as they slowly approach their headquarters. Everyone trudges forward in silence, faces full of horror and sorrow. Eren hastily sits up as they approach the castle, despite his lingering weakness, and scrubs his face furiously, eager to erase any traces of tears. No one here would judge him for crying, not after what happened today, but Eren is still eager to hold on to what little pride he has left.

Next to him, Mikasa sighs and shifts her weight, attempting to sit up a little straighter, and withdrawing the hand that she’d been carding through his hair. He instantly misses the contact. She looks down at Eren, expecting him to yank his hand away and insist that he’s fine. He doesn’t, though. Instead, he grips her hand a little tighter and laces his fingers through hers. She smiles, just barely, and squeezes his hand in return. It’s meant as a comforting gesture, but Eren jerks his head up so that his gaze meets her, and the amount of despair in his brilliant green eyes frightens her. His usual passionate fire is completely dulled by grief, and she doesn’t know how to fix it.

“It’s going to be okay,” she murmurs, voice barely a whisper. She knows that placating words will do nothing right now, but she’ll be damned if she does nothing to help him. Eren doesn’t respond, and she can’t think of anything she could possibly say, so they approach the castle in deafening silence, hands linked. He’s safe, she thinks to herself. You didn’t lose him today.

“Are you feeling any better?” Mikasa asks gently as they approach his dungeon bedroom. She’d practically had to carry him down here, and he’s still leaning heavily against her. It’s another reason that she hates these titan powers of his: seeing what they do to his body, how absolutely exhausted transforming leaves him.

Eren just nods blankly, because if he opens his mouth to speak right now, he’ll just start screaming and never stop. And he’ll start crying again. He’s cried enough in front of her already today.

She doesn’t seem convinced, and Eren can see that she’s frowning slightly now, obviously worried. Fortunately, she doesn’t press the issue, sensing Eren’s current reluctance to speak. “Are you going to be okay down here by yourself?” she asks instead, continuing to support Eren as they make their way across the room to his bed.

He bites his lip. The basement seems noticeably colder and lonelier tonight, but he’s already been weak enough in front of her already. He can’t possibly ask her to stay. So instead he just nods, collapsing gratefully onto his bed.

Mikasa frowns again, and pauses for a moment before reluctantly making her way across the room to the door. “Goodnight, Eren,” she calls softly over her shoulder, before stepping out and closing the door behind her.

Outside, it’s started to storm, and he can hear the rumble of thunder and the pounding of the rain. It’s raining hard, as if the skies themselves are weeping for the losses they suffered today. Sighing loudly, he attempts to make himself comfortable. At least he’s exhausted enough that he should fall asleep quickly; despite having slept for most of the way back, his head still feels heavy and his entire body aches.

He soon falls into a restless, uneasy sleep.

And then jolts awake yelling at the top of his lungs, Petra’s terrified screams ringing in his ears and Gunther’s dead body flooding his vision. Even the realization that it was a nightmare doesn’t help this time, because Eren knows better. The horror and gore and destruction isn’t just his imagination, it’s real, it’s already happened, and there’s no escaping that fact. It’s immutable. They’re dead because you sat back and did nothing.

Judging by the fact that his body still feels like it’s made of lead, he hasn’t been asleep very long. An hour, maybe, at most. He groans, rolling over. Good luck getting back to sleep after that.

He jerks upright in surprise when his arm brushes up against something that is definitely not a pillow, letting out a shout of surprise, and nearly smacks his face into Mikasa’s side. She’s perched on the side of the bed next to his left shoulder, eyes fixed on his face. “Mikasa?” he asks blearily, utterly confused. “What are you doing down here?”

One side of her mouth twitches up in a small smirk as she effortlessly dodges Eren’s startled flailing. She places a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “I was just checking up on you,” she explains.

Apparently she’s not willing to admit to being a creeper who watches him sleep. “You didn’t need to do that,” he points out, sitting up and arranging himself so that they’re shoulder to shoulder. “You saw for yourself that I was fine.”

There’s a hint of emotion lurking behind her usual blank mask—uncertainty, maybe? She looks down at her hands for a second, seemingly thinking about something. Eren idly considers telling her to leave and let him sleep, but she seems so vulnerable right now, and Mikasa is never vulnerable.

His reverie is interrupted by arms wrapping tightly around him. Mika clutches him to her, burying her face in his collar bone. He’s startled to notice that she’s trembling. “Mikasa, what—”

She cuts him off, speaking quietly into his chest, voice barely a murmur. He has to strain to hear what she says. “I almost lost you today.” She turns her cheek to his chest, and he’s confused for a minute before it hits him: she’s listening to his heartbeat.

He doesn’t remember much of what happened after he transformed, but he has a few brief, hazy memories after the female titan tore his head off. The sheer amount of grief in Mikasa’s voice, the utter despair on her face. He brings his arms up to return her embrace, settling his arms around her back. “But you didn’t,” he points out soothingly. “You rescued me and brought me back, remember?” He’s proud that he manages to say it without a hint of resentment in his voice. After all, pride means nothing when Mikasa is this upset.

“Barely,” she responds. “And I had to have Captain Levi’s help to do it.”

Eren snorts softly at the scorn in her voice when she mentions the captain’s name. He doesn’t remember when he starting running his hands through her hair, or when he pulled her tighter to him. Her warmth pushes away the icy chill of loss and grief.

“I don’t mean to make you angry,” Mikasa whispers. “I just—I can’t bear to lose you too.”

“I know,” he murmurs in response. Really, he’s always known it. It just became unbearable sometimes, always having to be the one protected by her. “I’m sorry,” he whispers into her hair. He doesn’t specify what for, but he doesn’t need to. Mikasa doesn’t respond, but he knows that she understands.

They drift off to sleep easily, still wrapped in each other’s arms.

Fortunately, Armin is the one to come wake them up in the morning. He doesn’t comment on finding them tangled up together, except to promise that he won’t tell anyone. The wide grin on his face, however, suggests that the two of them are never going to hear the end of this.

“I’m going to kill him,” Mikasa mutters under her breath.

Eren reluctantly slips out of her arms and stands up, groaning and stretching. “We’d better get ready, or Captain Levi will kill us.”

#pure perfection #they're so cute #that's canon #i'm speechless #i'm not crying you're crying #omg #ok that's enough

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That's so awesome!!!

More Than Words Can Say

Summary: Yuuri gets sick with a cold in Hasetsu and loses his voice! How will he and Victor be able to communicate? How will Victor care for Yuuri? Takes place somewhere between episodes 5 and 6.

I’ve been harboring this idea of a sickie who entirely loses their voice for a long time (which I guess is why it ended up being so damn long. I tried to shorten it, I really did try!). This was supposed to be a bit crack-like but surprisingly ended up containing a lot more fluff. In fact, there’s barely even any whump in here. Oh well! Without further ado, please enjoy!

3400~ words

Continua a leggere

#missing moments #pure perfection #language differences #i'm fangirling #i'm fangirling so hard #ok now i can stop

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Never forget about minor characters . They, too, can suffer and feel absolutely awful. There's an endless potential!

#generally speaking #random stuff #sickfic

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All this stuff was supposed to be a scenario but things got out of hand

WARNING: INJURIES, ANGST, HOSPITALIZATION, MENTION OF MOTORCYCLE CRASH 👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆

Just some preliminary information: -5 years post canon, last week of February - Yuuuri and Viktor live in Hasetsu. - After Yakov’s retirement Milla and Georgi moved to Canada. - Yuri live on his own in Saint Pietroburg and is couched by a middle-age man called Sergeij. - Yuri is the European gold medalist and Otabek earned the silver medal at the Four Continents. - Otabek is staying at Yuri’s place because Riga is the host city of the Worlds and he hates flights with a stopover ( and he doesn’t want to miss Yuri’s birthday, of course).

This “fic” begins in media res simply because I haven’t been able to turn into english the previous part. If my english is broken, i’m sorry. Basically, I’ve omitted the “crash scene" and Otabek’s panic attack.

I hope you’ll enjoy this, anyway.

«How long Are you planning to do nothing but stand still at the door?» Yuri’s weak voice caught Otabek off guard and almost made him jump. «I was wondering if you were asleep.» he explained, walking with a slight limp into the dark room. « I wasn’t expecting company and the light was bugging my eyes. It seems like you’re still in one piece… i’m glad.» Yuri whispered, motionless in the hospital bed. «Yeah… more or less… i can’t say the same about you.» Otabek didn’t recognize his own voice; it was so shaky and thin that sounded like someone else’s. «That’s very perceptive, Mr. Altin.» Yuri answered sarcastically, turning his head slowly so he could look at him. The older skater smiled nervously, stroking the back of his neck with his finger, staring for a moment at Yuri’s body. Yuri’s left leg was covered in bandages and propped, his right arm was plastered and an IV catheter was placed on his left hand and fixed with adesive. Otabek sat down at his bedside and stared at the floor in silence, finding himself unable to hold Yuri’s gaze. Both of them said nothing for a few minutes; the awkward silence made them feel extremely unconfortable. «I don’t need pity. Things are not that bad. It could have been so much worse… You can look at me and say something or leave me alone. The choice is yours.» the russian burst out, in the end. The older reluctantly reased his head, meeting Yuri’s fierce eyes. «I will never pity you… It’s just… I.. I don’t know what to say.» he admitted, caressing Yuri’s cheek and brushing a stran of blonde hair over his ear. After a moment of esitation, Otabek gently felt his friend’s forehead. «You feel a little warm… I’ll tell the nurse!» he anxiously said raising his voice. «I’m not running a temperature… Be quiet, my head hurts like hell…remember where we are» he moaned, frowing. «My bad, sorry…» The kazakh young man apologized whispering. «Your hands are frozen, that’s different.» Yuri added, grumbling. « That’s true, I guess.» Otabek sighed, brushing his hands on his pant legs. Yuri took a deep breath and opened his tired eyes again. «What time is it, now?»he softly asked. «It’s been more than five hour since…» Otabek stopped as he felt a knot in his throath. He swallowed but he didn’t menage to put an end to that unpleasant feeling. Yuri looked at him with a blank expression on his face. «You can say that we were in a crash, Otabek. It isn’t putted on taboo yet. So.. Again… What time is it?» «A quarter past five.»Otabek answered, trying to regain his composure. «Have you… Told someone? Fuck! What a stupid question! You had a rough patch too… It would have been a stupid thing to do, in the first place.What’s the point on waking an old man up in the middle of the night and scaring him to death?!» he bitterly laughed at himself . «I Will make phone calls in the morning, then.» «Moscow is more than 700 km far from here… Victor and Katsudon are in Japan… I’ll call dedushka and the lovebirds myself. They can’t be sure you’re not trying to sugar coat the truth. You can inform Sergeij and all the others. We are supposed to be at the rink in a few hours, afterall… Remind me to check the time difference» Otabek nodded and a throaty moan escaped his lips as he moved slightly his lower limbs trying to find a more confortable position. «What’s wrong with your leg? Are you sure you are alright? » Yuri queried noticing that Otabek were in pain. « I will be fine in a couple of weeks. That’s nothing serious… What doctors say?» «I wasn’t really listening… All I know is that I need surgery as soon as it’s safe enough… my arm is broken and…i don’t exactly know what’s wrong with my knee, but it will be troublesome. Generally speaking everyrhing else is fine. I will be completely out of the picture for some months. If everything goes well, i mean.It could take up to a year.It’ll be annoying but i’ll bear with it.» «What about…skating?» Otabek bit his lower lip as if he was trying to take his words back. «We’ll see… It’s not like it’s the end of the world…. I’m still alive right? I’ve been lucky…. We’ve been lucky.» he answered as if he were repeating a mantra without knowing what it truly means. «You don’t have to be a hero, Yuri.» «And you can’t tell me what to do, moron!» The russian snarled but anger drained out of him as soon as he looked at Otabek’s downcast face. When their eyes met, they both were unsure of what to do. So, they just stared at each other for a while. Unsurprisingly, Yuri was the first to feel the need to break silence. «Don’t look at me like that… I’m almost 21. With age comes wisdom, they say. Maybe I’m simply not in my right mind. It’s the concussion. That’s possible. Or�� I don’t know what they gave me but i guess it’s some good shit. You should try it, it’s worth.» he sneered while his chin and his lips strarted quivering and trembling. He closed his eyes, trying to hold back tears. «I’m not trying to be a hero… Heroes are on battlefield, right? I’m a useless soldier who don’t know if he would never be able to fulfill his duties again… I’m just trying to Keep myself grounded.» he said with a wobbly voice. Tears were beginning to blur Otabek’s vision; he tried to say something but he was cut off by Yuri’s grunt. « Don’t… Don’t you dare saying that it’s only a matter of time before things will be back to normal or bullshit like these just because i can’t punch you right now!!! I don’t want to talk about this… I don’t want to think about this… What’s so difficult?! You… You’re such an asshole.» Yuri angrily looked at Otabek and barely held himself together. Tears were rolling down the kazakh skater’s cheeks. «Dammit! I am the one who is suppose to cry!» Yuri sobbed, looking away from Otabek. «You’re crying…» the older pointed out, wiping his own tears and gently touching his friend’s arm. «You started first!» the russian retorted in a childish way bawling his eyes out. He was lifting his hand to his face when Otabek gently and carefully held it. «Stay still» Otabek firmly said wiping away tears from Yuri’s eyes and replacing his hand on the mattress. ” I… I don’t know how this could happened… It shouldn’t have happened…If only…” he stammered confusedly, rubbing Yuri’s cheeks. « It’s not your fault.» Yuri interrupted him sobbing harshly. «Do you remember anything?» Otabek asked brokenly, doing his best to keep his mind clear. «No… not at all.» he said in response when he caught his breath again. «You can’t be sure, then…» The older skater said, smoothing out his blonde hair. «We’ve taken a ride on your motorcycle before… Usually i’m the reckless one… And one of the nurses said it was a drunk man…. You can blame yourself but i won’t. It doesn’t matter how careful you ride when shit like this happens, Otabek» Even if he was broken, Yuri was reassuring . It was exactly the opposite of what should have been done. That was what Otabek taught, feeling useless and cursing himself while Yuri started sniffling repeatedly, wailing. Otabek closed his eyes and took a deep breath before standing up and walking around the bed. “Shhh… easy… breath" he soothingly whispered, helping Yuri lifting his head and his shoulders off bed. «Blow…» he calmly said, holding a tissue over Yuri’s nose. Having his nose wiped by someone else made the blonde russian blush. It took a while before Yuri eventually started relaxing under Otabek’s touch. When Yuri’s convulse sobs shrunk into soft whimpers, Otabek made him drink a sip of water and laid him down. Yuri was clearly exausted and drowsy. «You should come back to Almaty. I’ll come back to Moscow… as soon as i can, of course.» «Don’t be silly, Yuri. I’ll stay here» «If you like Saint Pietroburg so much, you can pay the rent and stay at my place, then» Otabek ran his hand through Yuri’s hair, smiling softly at him. « Yuri, I’ll stay at your place…With you… Moscow is far… Travelling doesn’t sound like a great idea. I can’t leave you alone» his voice was little more than a murmur. « I can take care of myself. I will find a way. I don’t want to be a burden to anybody. There’s nothing you can do for me» Otabek sat down and sighed, shrugging. «Making sure you eat properly and follow doctor’s orders… Treating your wounds so you won’t get an infection… Making sure you don’t push yourself too hard.. Or that you don’t push yourself hard enought… I can handle things like these… However… Someone has to feed your cats» «You kinda got a point there» he laughed a little, still sniffling every now and then. When Otabek cautiously held his left hand, Yuri cracked a smile but shily looked away. «It won’t mess up my plans. I’ll miss the Worlds.I will stay longer, that’s all.You will never be a burner. We are friends, are we?» «I don’t think being friends is enough…you have to be a huge idiot, too.» Yuri said back, nearly dozing off. «You’re right, that’s that. Let’s no deal with it anymore.Just focus on regain your strenght. Nothing less, nothing more. I will take care of everything else.» he said smoothly, lowering his tone. «You can go… You don’t have to watch over me… Nurses are paid to do that sort of thing.» Yuri muttered barely keeping his eyes opened. « Going around in a hospital doesn’t look like something funny, Yuri.» «You better sleep too.» the russian whispered. «Don’t worry about that.» Otabek said softly even if he wasn’t sure Yuri was still listening. Afterall, that night he felt like he would never sleep again.

#tw crash #yuri on ice fic #tw angst #tw injury #i want to drink holy water now #tagging is hard

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I Have No Idea But Here...

He couldn’t breathe. All the oxygen had been sucked from the room and the little that had occupied his lungs, sat frozen as his fingers clenched the phone in his hand. He felt his hand shaking, making the letters etched across the digital screen hard to read, despite having read the message several times. He tried sucking in a harsh breath but all that came out was a small strangled choking noise that caused Yuuri to glance up from his magazine a few feet away. “Yurio?” Yuuri asked softly, setting his magazine down on the coffee table gently, his eyes now fixated on the pale teenager. Yurio clenched the phone harder in his hand until he was sure the glass was going to break. He shook his head gently, clenching his other hand, feeling his fingernails digging into the scrapped flesh of his palm. He felt something wet coating his fingers, realizing he was probably bleeding, having opened old wounds. He coughed loudly, trying to force airless oxygen into his deprived lungs, finding it difficult to concentrate, finding it difficult to swallow past the lump forming in his throat. He felt a gentle hand on his shoulder and he flinched, jumping from the couch as the world suddenly came back into a blurred vibrant focus. He gripped the phone tighter in his hand, shoving it back in his pocket as it vibrated again. He didn’t have time for this. He couldn’t have time for this. Not now. He stared at Yuuri’s face, concern and worry etched across his face, and Yurio felt tears welling in his eyes as angered frustration clawed at his chest. He needed to leave. He needed to get away from Yuuri and Viktor. He needed to be alone. He looked over at his bag lying haphazardly on the ground next to the couch, and walked over to it stiffly, picking it up, his hand still clutching his phone tightly. The edge of the phone was beginning to dig into his flesh, and Yurio shoved his shoes on his feet harshly as the message flashed across his mind again. He let out a strangled breath, biting his lip harshly, willing the tears that threatened to swell in his eyes to stop from spilling over their tired rims. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Yuuri make a move to stand and turned quickly towards the older skater, “I’m going to the rink.” He winced as the words left his mouth harshly, and let his hand hover over the doorknob slightly, drowning out Yuuri’s endless yammering. He knew Yuuri was worried, but he couldn’t listen to him talk right now. He couldn’t listen to anyone right now. He needed to be alone. Otherwise… “Yurio? Let me come with you-” Yuuri said softly, searching for his shoes. Yurio shook his head quickly, feeling his phone vibrate again as another message reached the small device. “Nyet! I’m- I’m going alone,” He spat. He unclenched his hand from the phone in his pocket and looked down to see the impression engraved deeply across his already raw flesh, blood was beginning to flow to the surface of the cut and Yurio clenched his hand into a fist, letting his fingernails dig into the exposed flesh; letting himself feel the pain. He needed to feel the pain. He needed to feel something, anything- anything besides the hurt and anger that flooded his mind, anything besides the pain clawing at his heart. His phone vibrated again and Yurio ripped the door open harshly, biting his lip once more as Yuuri asked if he was okay. He sucked in a sharp breath, feeling the world around him closing in on him, knowing he didn’t have long… he needed to get away… he needed to be alone before he lost it. He slammed the door behind him loudly, pressing his back against the wooden door, slamming his head against the door, and pulled his phone from his pocket roughly. He let out a shaky breath and stared at the message painted across the tiny bright screen as tears swelled in his eyes, dripping down his face.

-Hi baby. It’s mom. I want to see you! Love you Yuri!

Yurio wiped roughly at the tears that spilled down his face, unclenching his fist, watching the dark red drip down his fingers, seeping under his fingernails. He sucked in another shaky breath, running a hand through his blonde hair, not really caring if blood was now streaked through his blonde locks. He pushed himself away from the door gently, pushing the phone back into his pocket, and started walking towards the ice rink as Yuuri’s question echoed through his head. Was he okay? No. No. He wasn’t okay. In fact, he was far from okay. He was fucking drowning.

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Holy shit! If you've written this when you're trying to get back into writing i'm scared of what you could do when you get inspired!!! Seriously...

Trying to get back into writing...

He felt like shit. No, that was an understatement. He felt like death. He leaned his aching head against the cold tile on the bathroom wall, sprawling his legs out in front of him, as his stomach tightened again. Yurio groaned slightly, crossing his arms over his stomach, praying to God he wasn’t gunna throw up again. He’d lost count by now but his throat burned like hell. God, he felt like shit. He coughed roughly, closing his eyes as the room began to spin. He leaned closer to the floor, touching the icy tile against his burning skin. Viktor and Yuuri were going to kill him. Not only had he managed to redecorate one of Yuuri’s favorite sweatshirts but he had managed to revamp their bathroom as well. He could hear Makkachin whining outside the door, and hear her scratching at the wood, trying her best to get in. He shivered, feeling the icy chill of the bathroom wash over him. A small part of him wished Viktor was here. Fuck, he’d even take the piglet. At least he would try to make him feel better. He groaned slightly, feeling another wave of nausea wash over him and his headache beginning to spread down his neck. He couldn’t call them. It was their 1-year anniversary; they were out to dinner and some type of weird foreign movie. They’d been planning this night for weeks and Yurio really didn’t want to ruin it; he could handle a fucking stomach bug, he wasn’t a baby. And besides, he was pretty sure he didn’t have the strength to even sit up properly let alone stand. Yurio groaned again, opening his eyes, as another wave of nausea washed over him. He swallowed loudly, feeling warm liquid rising in his throat, and suppressed a cough. He curled in on himself as the nausea subsided and choked back a quiet sob. He wanted his grandpa. He wanted someone to make this stop. He wanted someone to make him feel better. And hell, if that meant that he had to take Yuuri and Viktor, then he wanted them to. Makkachin scratched at the door again, and Yurio closed his eyes, feeling the world spinning beneath him. He leaned his head against tiled wall, letting out a soft sigh as tile touched his burning cheek. He coughed loudly, feeling begin to envelope his body, forcing his already aching limbs to become uncooperative and heavy…

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Dear anon, i love you... dear writer, i love you too 😍😍😍😍

Yurio's first time on otabek's motorbike didn't go quite as planned. Turns out that yurio gets motion sick, but he won't tell otabek until the last moment.

Hey, thank you for the request^^

I enjoyed writing it. It is based on the plot from the ep. 10.

!!!! It contains description of vomit!!!!

Yuri thought of how to get rid of his fans, when…

‘Yuri, get on!’ it was Otabek Altin from Kazakhstan, on a BIKE? ready to help him? he was shocked, but in the same way, relieved. But, should he go with the other skater?…or shouldn’t he…

He just threw him a helmet, asking ‘Are you coming or not?’. His angels had found him, he didn’t have other choice. He climbed on the backseat of the motorbike and Otabek started riding it.

Otabek Altin… the hero of Kazakhstan…he was a really weird guy. He didn’t know Yuri and he just wanted to help him? just because they were both skaters? Really weird… he was really weird…Yuri thought. Soon, he came closer to him and grabbed his waist. It was for his own safe. Yuri didn’t want to fall or something, so he just preferred to do this shameful thing. For his luck, the other guy didn’t say anything. He was so concerned at the riding…

Yuri enjoyed it, he really did. It was his first time on a bike. He could feel the wind blowing in his face, messing his hair. Finally, he felt free. He stopped thinking of skating, he just lived that moment, that ride, the freedom. And, for his luck, Otabek was a really quiet person, he didn’t say a word. Yuri didn’t mind being so close to the other skater. He could feel his perfume, it was a really beautiful one, very subtle. At a certain moment, his stomach started bothering him. First, he thought they were just some butterflies in his stomach, he was not used to being so close to someone, so he was a bit nervous. But later, he felt nauseous, the ride was not so exciting anymore. He just tried to ignore it, but he couldn’t. He breathed slowly, trying to make it disappear. No, he couldn’t throw up now, definitely NOT. His stomach didn’t seem to listen to him, so he just felt worse and worse. Some acid climbed in his throat, making it to burn. Yuri swallowed it, but soon, his mouth was filled with saliva. He placed a hand over it and tried to breath. ‘Just breathe, breathe, you can’t vomit here’ he thought. But of course, his stomach didn’t agree with that. It made an annoyed noise and he gurgled. He pressed his hand over his mouth tighter and whispered a ‘Pull over’, scared to open his mouth more. ‘Hmm.. did you say something?’ Otabek asked, still concerned at riding the bike. ‘Pull over!’ Yuri shouted, feeling some stomach acid in his mouth. The other skater made as he told him and stopped the bike. He could just get down of it and run a few steps, before he felt dizzy and fell there, kneeling on the grass. Yuri started gurgling again and his half digested lunch splashed into the grass. He really hoped that Otabek didn’t follow him, but soon, someone knelt beside him and placed a hand on his back, the other one keeping his hair, to make it easier.A wave of vomit splattered through his lips and nose. It was so fast and so much content that it really scared Yuri. He started trembling. Otabek was rubbing his back to comfort him. ‘I can’t breath’ he said, before he started heaving again. ‘Easy, easy, breath. Follow my breath’ he said, breathing slowly. Yuri tried to follow it, but another mouthful of bile escaped his lips. He was shivering harder, despite of the fact that he sweated. Otabek took his hand from his back but soon, his jacket was on Yuri’s shoulders. His heaves were reduced to dry heaves and when he finished, he was exhausted. He let his head to rest a bit on Otabek’s shoulder and for his luck, the other guy didn’t say anything about it. ‘You did well, soldier…’ he whispered in Yuri’s ear. ‘How did you just call me?’ he asked. ‘Nothing, nothing. I didn’t know you get motion sick’

‘Me neither’ Yuri said, laughing.

Otabek Altin… The hero of Kazakhstan…he was a really weird guy… but something made Yuri want to know more about this weird guy…

#wow #amazing #i know it's a missing moment #i'm fangirling #ok that's enough #now i can stop

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My first but certainly not last time drawing Eruri ♡

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the matching yukata… what a feeling

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That yuuri p art and otabek art you just posted can you do a fic about it. Cause it's. Too. Cutie

I assume you mean this lovely art by @alexadooodle! I hope so, because that’s what I wrote the fic on. Hope you like it!

Can be read as either a Yuri x Otabek couple pairing or a friendship pairing, I think. I tried to keep it both.

900~ words

～～～

Yuri’s eyes flutter open to find Otabek’s face close to his own and a hand on his forehead.

“Beka?” Yuri croaks, voice weak from having just woken up. Otabek meets his eyes but keeps his hand in place, turning it over and moving it to another spot on his face. “What’re you doing?”

“Good morning to you too,” Otabek says, voice deep but tone light. “You feel fairly warm, so I was checking for a fever.”

“Of course I feel warm; we’re sharing a bed and blanket,” Yuri thinks, but keeps the thought to himself. What he actually says is, “I don’t have a fever. I feel fine.” To prove it, he sits up in bed and Otabek pulls his hand away.

His face is stoic as ever, but Yuri can tell he’s thinking hard (as he usually is). There’s a tinge of concern to his expression, and also visible trepidation around what to say. The latter infuriates Yuri and he snaps. “What?”

“I think we should check with a thermometer, just to be safe,” Otabek suggests, and that does it.

Yuri throws the covers off and angrily swings his legs over the edge of the bed. “I told you I’m fine! Dammit, Beka!” He storms off to the livingroom and plops himself down onto the couch with a frustrated huff.

It’s a day off from training today, so Yuri doesn’t have to worry about rushing out the door anytime soon. He’s grateful; it means he doesn’t have to change out of the cozy pajama pants and hoodie he’s currently wearing. It’s that kind of a day. Yuri brings his knees up to his chest, savouring every last bit of warmth.

He would know if he had a fever. When you do, you feel really hot, right? Well Yuri can’t stop shivering so obviously he doesn’t have a fever. If he did, he’d want to remove his sweater, not want to put another one on over top. God, he’s so irritated at Beka his head is even throbbing.

It’s all Otabek’s fault. Stupid Otabek. Yuri doesn’t get sick often, but he knows when he does come down with something and he knows how to deal with it. He doesn’t need other people fussing over him, especially not Otabek.

Yuri stays like that for awhile, simply sitting curled up on the couch with a frown on his face as he thinks back to their disagreement. Otabek has no right to insist he take Yuri’s temperature. Didn’t he realize he was crossing a line? Like, if Yuri was sickーwhich he isn'tーhe could damn well check his temperature himself. He may only be 16, but he’s still independent. He’s made it this far in life on his own, and skated and got better on his own. Sure, he’s had coaches and teachers that helped him along the way, but Yuri was the one who put in the hard work and improved. He’s used to fighting on his own. This is no exception.

He’s caught off guard by a sudden sneeze and he buries his nose into his knees. Okay, maybe he is a bit unwell, he reluctantly admits to himself, but he still doesn’t need anyone worrying about him, least of all Otabek. Yuri can take care of himself, even if he is shivering despite the layers he has on. Even if he does feels a bit congested and tired and has a headache.

A couple of tears slowly make their way down his face and Yuri doesn’t stop them. Otabek isn’t here right now, so what does it matter if he cries? What kind of a friend is he, anyway? Not even bothering to check up on him…

He’s so caught up in his misery that he barely hears Otabek approaching the couch. He’s kneeling on the floor and inching ever closer towards the smaller skater. Yuri finally notices him and is just about to angrily tell him off whenー

Boop!

Otabek lightly taps him on the tip of his nose with his pointer finger.

The touch is delicate and playful and it catches Yuri completely by surprise. He certainly wasn’t expecting that. It’s not something Otabek would usually do. In fact, it’s something he could more see Victor and Yuuri doing. Against his irritation, he lets slip a small smile at the thought. Upon seeing Otabek’s own smile, he feels it grow and soon any traces of anger are gone entirely.

“I’m sorry.” Yuri is the first to apologize. “I was a jerk. I know you were only trying to help. I’m just…not used to relying on other people. I’m more used to fighting alone,” he admits a bit shyly while looking away.

“You’re not alone anymore. You have me,” Otabek reassures him and Yuri’s smile returns in full. “And you have a fever, as much as I know you’d like to try and deny it. I can see the flush in your cheeks from the other side of the room, Yura.”

His cheeks flush even darker, if that’s even possible. He’s not sure if it’s at the use of the nickname or the embarrassment of being found out. Perhaps both.

“Let me take your temperature. Please.”

“I can take my own damn temperature,” Yuri insists. Upon seeing Otabek’s rather heartbroken expression, he immediately feels guilty. “But you can take care of the rest. Like, making soup and tea and stuff,” he quickly adds, trailing off with the blush that has yet to fade.

As Otabek walks away to get the thermometer, Yuri can see he’s smiling. Yuri would never admit it to anyone, but he is too

#pure perfection #amazing

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waiting for part 2

I”d like to request a fluffy Otayuri fic in which they go bike-riding around St. Petersburg or sth and it starts raining,Beka gives Yura his jacket and he catches a cold so Yura has to tend to a sick Beka for a few days and he brings up his more protective and affectionate side of him for Otabek,just like a mother lol (a very angry one at that xD). Beka is happy he can have Yuri care for him and in fact this is just an excuse for me to see some bear-hugs under a blanket in the kitchen xD (=^_^=)

So, this is my first fic from this blog. I hope you’ll like it and I’m sorry if it’s not so good. It is set after the end of the show, Otabek is training in St. Petersburg with Yuri.

Part I (maybe I’ll make a second part, but I’m not sure)

This kind of days were Yuri’s favorites. Some days without practice, full of long bike-rides around St.Petersburg, and movie nights at his or Beka’s place.

His day off started as usual, with Yuri waking up late, eating his breakfast then meeting Beka for a ride. It was even not so hot, as the sky was a bit cloudy. The beginning of a perfect day, Yuri thought.

‘Morning, Beka!’ he said, as he waved to his boyfriend.

‘You’re a bit late, it’s not morning anymore. But hi, anyway.’

‘If I say it is morning, then it is, understood?’

Otabek just smiled and gave him a helmet. ‘So, where are we going?’ he asked.

‘Hm.., our usual route? then we can return to my flat and watch a movie or play a video game?’

‘Sounds perfect’.

The ride started. Yuri liked so much how the wind was blowing in his face, how he could feel Beka’s smell and body so close to him and the speed, he adored the speed of the bike .Maybe he could learn how to ride one sometime. But now, he was happy to sit in the backseat, near his boyfriend. Everything was perfect, till the sky become full of grey clouds. Soon, it started raining.

‘Do you have an umbrela?’ Yuri shouted at his boyfriend, who was still concerned at riding the bike.

‘No, I try to find a place where we could shelter.’ He found a bus station after ten minutes. Their clothes were wet and Yuri was visibly shivering. Soon, he felt a warm thing on his back and he heard Otabek saying ‘Take my jacket’.

‘But you’ll catch a cold, Beka, it’s cold’ he protested.

‘I have a pretty good immune system, I won’t. But I can’t say the same thing about you, Yura.’

He mumbled a ‘thanks’ and got dressed. Otabek’s jacket was warm and even if he was still wet, he felt better. After thirty minutes, the rain stopped and they could return to Beka’s flat first, where he changed his clothes and then, to Yuri’s place, where they were going to spend the night. The evening was kinda normal, but Beka seemed to be a bit more quiet than usual and he coughed a few times. ‘Are you sure you didn’t catch a cold? You should take some medicine’ Yuri said, worried. ‘I’m ok, Yura, just a bit tired, I’ll be fine tomorrow. would you mind if we didn’t watch a movie this night? I wanna sleep’. ‘Okay, but you won’t sleep on the couch tonight, you’ll sleep with me, in my bedroom. The bed is big enough for two people.’ ‘Okay, mom’ Otabek answered, smiling.

They went to sleep. Beka fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow. Yuri looked at him. His friend’s face was calm, his breath slow. Maybe he was not sick, maybe he was going to be fine. Yuri fell asleep thinking of this.

He didn’t know what time was, or what had happened, but he was awake. Soon, Yuri felt the warmth radiating from Otabek’s body and heard him whimpering, still sleeping.

‘Oi, Beka, wake up!’ His boyfriend just whimpered again in response. ‘Beka! Wake up! Wake up!’ he said, shaking Otabek. He opened his eyes, slowly. ‘What’s happening?’

‘You’re burning up! You’re sick, Beka! Should we go to the hospital?’ Yuri asked, worried. ‘No, no, I’ll be fine in the morning. Let’s just go back to sleep, okay?’ ‘At least, let me take your temperature’ Yuri said, getting out of the blanket. He went to the bathroom, took the thermometer, then he heard Otabek coughing from his bedroom. He returned, placed the thermometer in Beka’s mouth and waited for it to beep. After a minute,he took it and look at what the thermometer showed. ‘Great, 38.6 Celsius degrees! You shouldn’t give me your jacket, you got sick because of me!’

‘It was because of the rain, Yura. And I don’t mind being sick as long as you are fine’ Otabek said sleepy. He was sure that he saw his Yura blushing. ‘Let me get you some pills before you fall asleep again.’ By the time he returned to the bedroom,he found his friend curled under the blanket,with his eyes closed, shivering. Yuri took an extra blanket from the closet and threw it over Otabek. ‘You should have told me that you were cold. Now, get up and swallow this’, he said, placing a glass of water in one of his hand, and a pill in the other one. He swallowed the medicine, then started coughing again. ‘You can return to sleep now’ Yuri said, helping him to lay down on the bed.He fell asleep almost immediately.

When Otabek woke up,he was feeling way worse than the previous time: he was exhausted, he had a sore throat and a headache and he felt dizzy. Yuri was not there. He got up from the bed, with one of the blankets on his shoulders, covering his shivering body and went to the kitchen, where he found his Yura cooking some soup. He came in his back and hugged him, placing a kiss on Yuri’s check. ‘Morning, Sleeping Beauty! How did you sleep?’ Yura asked, placing his hands on Otabek’s arms. ‘Like a dead. I have no idea when you left the bedroom’ he answered. ‘And how do you feel? You still have a fever’ ‘Honestly, way worse than last night. And tell me something I don’t know’ he said, smiling. ‘Okay, sit on the couch and let me take your temperature again.’ ‘Yes, mom’, he joked, going to the living room. Yuri put the thermometer in his mouth and waited for it to beep. ‘Oh, gosh, it’s 39.5, we really have to go to the hospital’ Yura said, angry and worried. ‘Easy, easy I dialed with higher fevers than this on my own, I’ll be okay’. Yuri gave him some pills and helped him to lay down on the couch, then placed a wet cloth on his forehead. ‘I’ll wake you up when I finish cooking the soup. Till then, sleep!’ He wanted to answer, but when he opened his mouth, he started coughing.

After some time, Yuri woke him up for eating, then he slept almost the whole day, being awaken just for taking some medicine or drinking some water. In the evening, he was almost obliged to eat some food. He had no appetite, but he was too exhausted to protest against a worried kitten who wanted to feed him. Then, he helped him to go to the bedroom and covered him with two blankets.

Yuri couldn’t sleep this night. Beka was very sick, his fever didn’t go down at all. He had to take care of him. From time to time, he rewetted the cloth from Otabek’s forehead and checked his temperature. Except this, he just checked his phone, play a video game or looked at his friend. He was sleeping, a bit snoring because of his runny nose, but he was calm. This was his quiet night, till, at 4 am, Beka started being restless. He kept turning from side to side under the blanket and from his expression, it was obvious that he was in pain. Yuri tried to wake him up, but he just whimpered. He was very worried. ‘Otabek, Otabek, wake up, wake up, please, pleeeease!’ When he finally opened his eyes, he started shivering and his eyes filled with tears. ‘Yura, I don’t feel good!’ he said then he started coughed. Yuri rubbed his back till he stopped, but then he started sobbing. ‘I feel horrible, Yura!’ he said through his sobs. Yuri hugged him tight and whispered in his ear. ‘It’s ok, it’s ok, Beka. You’ll be ok’. He continued whispering sweet words in Otabek’s ear and soon, his sobs turned in whimpers. Yuri wanted to go to the kitchen, to take some pills for him, but as soon as he got out of the bed, his arm was grabbed by a hand. ‘Don’t leave me!’ Otabek said, with a weak voice. ‘I go to get you some medicine, don’t worry, I’ll be back in a second’ he said and leaved. When he returned, he found his boyfriend curled in a fetal position. He was so miserable, with his face wet from tears and his runny nose. Yuri’s heart broke. He hugged Otabek trying his best to make him feel comfortable. ‘Easy, Beka, easy, you’ll be ok’. He hardly made him swallow the pills, then he started to rub circles on his back. Soon, he fell asleep, but Yuri didn’t stop rubbing his back. After an hour, Beka’s fever finally broke, but he still didn’t allow himself to fall asleep, he was still worried for his boyfriend.

Otabek didn’t know what time it was when he woke up, but he felt a lot better. He was almost sure that he didn’t have a fever anymore. He went to the kitchen, where he found his Yura sleeping with his head on the table, a hand curled around a mug with tea and the other one under his head. ‘You shouldn’t sleep here, Yura, go to bed’. Yuri suddeny opened his eyes. ‘Beka, are you okay? I’m sorry, I wanted to drink some tea and I fell asle-’ ‘Thank you for taking care of me, I feel a lot better’ Otabek cut Yuri’s phrase. ‘I’m sorry I worried you.’ he said, kissing his check. Yuri kissed him back. ‘I’m happy you’re feeling well’.

Next day, their places switched, because Yura caught Otabek’s cold

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