a/n: here goes my first friendship fic! i've really wanted to do one with sorokin so here it is. hope you like it!
pairing: ilya sorokin x reader [platonic]
warnings: none, just friendship fluff (and my bad attempt at russian)
word count: 334
taglist: @intobarzal [join my taglist!♡]
Ilya has been trying to reach you. He has probably called and texted you a number of times but you weren't picking it up or responding.
You groan and shift in your bed. The headache has been killing you. Your temperature is very high and you don't know whether to lower down the thermostat or strip out of all of your clothes. You choose the former and try to relax and ignore the pain. After feeling slightly better, you snooze off.
You wake up to your phone ringing: Ilya Sorokin (Baby Goalie) would like to FaceTime...
You're greeted with your friend's chin. You hear chatter in the background. It seems like he's with the team. "Hey. I was trying to call you. Are you okay? It's so dark." He comments as you picked up. It is indeed dark. All the lights are off.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I was asleep. Not really feeling better."
You sneak a quick glance at all the messages he sent you:
"There's team dinner. Would you like to come?"
"Hey, are you busy?"
"I'll call you now."
"3 missed calls from Ilya Sorokin (Baby Goalie)."
At this point, Ilya's just looking at you looking very concerned.
"Hey Ilya, I just read your messages. I'm sorry I can't accompany you to dinner," you murmured. He really wanted you to be there.
"No, it's fine. Have you eaten yet?"
"Well, uh, not since breakfast. Dinner sounds really good right now."
"Okay, I'll bring dinner."
"Are you sure? How about the team's dinner?"
"It's okay," he smiled sweetly. "Wait for me. Do you want me to spend the night? I'll crash on your couch."
"You are my bestest friend, Ilya. Of course, ya budu ochen rada." [I’d like that very much.]
He laughs at your funny attempt at Russian as he ends the call and gets ready to head out to bring you food and take care of you.
