#might take this out of her tag later if I get too self concious

[tannithvibes]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Borderlands (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tyreen Calypso/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Tyreen Calypso, Original Characters Additional Tags: Unhealthy Relationships, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Angst, Blood and Injury, Break Up, Self-Harm, Implied Sexual Content, Mild Language Summary:

It started the way most aspects of their relationship started: with Tyreen’s hand wrapped around her throat. Which, in hindsight, should have been a major red flag.

[ibovaryyou]

Fictober 2020 - Day 11

Prompt number: 11 - I told you so

Fandom: yuri on ice

Rating: G

Warnings/Tags: Yuuri/Victor, domestic

Inspiration: I saw this ask and couldn’t resist

After taking a hot shower the previous day to counteract the cold rain that had come out of nowhere on his way home, Yuuri had been convinced that he had kept a potential cold at bay. He had even gone to bed earlier to be on the safe side. The headache and stuffy nose the next morning told him he had failed.

He stayed in bed a bit longer, wallowing, wishing with all his might that it would go away. By the time Victor went to check up on him, however, it was still there, as well as a bit of a cough. Yuuri sat up in the bed while Victor went to get the thermometer. He may have pouted when he told him it wasn't necessary but it was not enough to stop Victor from going. Yuuri sighed. If there was one thing that Yuuri absolutely hated in the world was getting sick. Specially so close to competition. He also hated having to go see the doctor and having to speak in something other than Japanese. He had just gotten used to speaking English while feeling at death's door and now he had to try it in Russian?! Victor could go with him, but he felt a little self-concious with the idea. No one had gone to the doctor with him since primary school. He should have expected Victor to be full of surprises by now. When the thermometer read 38°C, Yuuri sighed again and started to get out of the bed to get dressed. Victor pushed him back in, startled. "Where are you going, solotze?" Yuuri looked at him confused. "To get ready, to go to the doctor." "Nonsense," he replied shaking his head. "It's only a little cold, there's no need for a doctor. I have something a million times better. You just wait here. Makka, make sure he doesn't get up." Makka woofed and very obediently got on the bed and on Yuuri's legs to keep him in place. Yuuri laughed and the coughed a little. "Where is this attitude when I ask you to do something, hmm?," he asked scratching her behind the ears. Victor nodded satisfied and left the room.

He came back just a little bit later carrying a cloth with a yellow paste on top. "Take off your shirt, please, moya lyubov" Yuuri complied confused, regretting it as the cold reached his skin and regretting it even more when Victor placed the folded cloth on top of his chest. It was cold an damp. At least the paste wasn't in direct contact with his skin. "Victor?", he yelped. "It's ok, solotze, it's just a mustard plaster, for the cough. Don't let Makka eat it and don't take it off until I come back." Yuuri nodded skeptically. "If you insist... But what has this got to do with anything?" "It's the best medicine. You'll be back to normal in just a few hours, you'll see."

Yuuri tried to distract himself on his phone but the plaster grew hotter every second and it was getting really uncomfortable. Maybe he should have insisted on the doctor. He was about to take it off when Victor entered the room carrying a big bowl and a towel. "Now what?," Yuuri thought. "Time to take off the plaster!", he said while placing the bowl next to the bed. "I hope I timed it right." Yuuri's skin was all red but the cold air was very welcome. "Not one blister, perfect," Victor said proud of himself. "You can put your shirt back on." Yuuri started feeling a little scared. He glanced at the bowl and saw that it was filled with potatoes and water. He wondered if he would have to eat them. Victor set a bed table in front of him and turned to take the bowl when his phone rang. "Ah, Yakov! I was about to call you!," Yuuri loved how Victor talked to Yakov, so light and free. "Yuuri's got a bit of a cold... yes, I've got the plasters... yes, the potatoes too... and the orange juice. Yes, yes, don't worry, he'll be there tomorrow. Byyyye!" He hang up quickly. "Yakov says hi." Yuuri smiled nervous. There were also oranges? "Now," Victor said getting back on track, "bend a bit over the bowl and breathe the steam for a little while while I check on the oranges." Yuuri looked at him uncertain. "Don't worry, it's good. It can get a bit hot but I'll be back soon." The things he did for love, Yuuri thought while bending over the potatoes. Victor placed the towel on top of his head to keep the steam in. "I'll be right back. Come, Makka."

Since Yuuri could not use the phone, nor pet Makka to pass the time, however long Victor was gone felt like too much. The steam was very hot. He tried his hardest not to worry about the oranges, he wondered where Victor would place them. When he felt the towel being lifted, he straightened up and breathed happily the fresh air. It took him a moment to realise the stuffiness was gone. Victor sat on bed next to him after taking away the bowl and handed him a cup that smelled like warm orange. Yuuri wouldn't mind breathing in this one for a while. He sighed contentedly. "Feeling better?," Victor asked leaning comfortably on his shoulder. Yuuri did a quick check and realised his headache was also gone. "Surprisingly, yes," he said turning to look at Victor, amazed. Victor smiled. "I told you so. There was no need for a doctor. Russian cures are the best. Next time let me know before you get the cold, we also have something for that."