#messfucker

[hetchiew]

You might not wanna listen unless you're a messfucker! This is kinda gross.

No sneezing; just me trying to clear my nose enough to breathe

It has been like this all day😫

[luna-3338]

Decided to be a bit more daring with this one 😉 Sneezes and holdbacks from inducing with a q-tip. Hope y’all enjoy! 😊

[gemandthesnots]

The best thing a girl can do is sneeze a second time when she already has snot hanging out of her nose from the previous sneeze.

[sntlvr]

Messy thoughts

What's more beautiful than a pretty girl with a heavy cold in the winter, with light dark circles under her eyes, a nose (better if bulbous) not too red but obviously red on the sides of the nostrils?

She's had this cold for five days, at first it was only in her nose but in a couple of days it has also moved down to her chest, clogging it completely. And it's nice to see this girl who is normally so careful to be clean and presentable forced to breathe through her mouth, making disgusting noises when she sniffles, snorts or wipes her nose on the sleeve of her hoodie. In her hoodie pocket she always keeps a pack of tissues and some used tissues, she doesn't use them often because her snot is very thick and she can keep it in her nose easily.

Her coughs and sneezes are messy and productive as are her nose blows and are always followed by wet gurgling sniffles that annoy her friends.

If you get close enough to smell her (germy) breath you realise it smells like cough drops, and her voice is really hoarse, nasally and congested and can give you an idea of how full of slime her nostrils and throat are.

And who knows what it would be like to open one of those snotty tissues and look inside...

[feverish-cuddles]

two people cuddled up with a horrid cold desperately sneezing into one another because why not. Not like they have to worry about getting each other sick. they're nestled up nuzzling their drippy noses into one another. They're holding onto each other one gasping into a build up while they other is trying to handle their overly runny nose. (A & B)

B is curled up and hitching needily while A is rubbing their sinuses and they both sneeze sending a whole lot of mess down their faces

neither of their noses can handle a tissues

[sky-snz]

i just wanna say i absolutely ADORE your writing. i keep rereading your stuff dude, all of it is just so, SO GOOD. and man if you ever feel like writing some really sick dude who's miserable with a cold on his way home from work (left early, ofc) who's just dripping and feeling gross and stuffed up and itchy and sneezy as hell on public transport and he's out of tissues and oh fuck everyone's staring??? I'D LITERALLY DIE HAPPY 😭

hey anon, thanks so so much for the kind words, and for this prompt. this may just be the grossest thing I've written in a bit, and boy was it fun. hope it fits the bill 🫶🏼

cw mess

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His head leans against the bus window, eyes staring into space. His relentlessly drippy nose produces constant vulgar, liquid sounds with every unavoidable sniffle, and the sight of it isn’t any less forgiving. Deep red, like a stain from the juice of blueberries. All around his nostrils, down to his philtrum. His breathing has a shaky rhythm to it, between noisy, slurping sniffles, and coughs that are too weak to move the phlegm lining his throat.

At a certain point it seems as if he’s dozed off. Mucus streams down his upper lip, and the next breath seems to catch on the muck in his throat. His brow crumples as he coughs and draws in more deep, liquid sniffles. He lifts a folded, sodden tissue to dab at the moisture oozing from his chapped nostrils. It’s all he has left. 

The sound of a shaky breath arrives like a distant siren. His eyes close, not just out of exhaustion, but in resignation of what’s to come. With fumbling fingers, he lifts the damp one-eighth surface area of tissue over his flaring nostrils.

“hrrRR’USSCHHIUE!!!-USSHIEWW!! hiH-! huUDZ’EEISSCHHIUHh!!! …. *snnnrgk~* … *snrgk*”

If the ‘Move Out Of The Way’ siren-like gasps hadn’t been heeded by any passengers a few moments earlier, they were certainly alerted by the sudden hurricane-caliber burst of sneezes, which had expelled an uncontainable amount of warm, goopy mess into the small folded-up tissue. He pants for breath, clutching the soaked fibres over his still tingling nose. His other hand moves to his pocket, but any tissue that’s left is wet and unusable, leaving him to try and pinch-wipe the mess away with the sopping one he’s holding. His upper lip stings as the tissues grazes it. 

“AAIY'ESSCHHIEWWw!!!” 

Fuck. He isn’t exactly a fan of surprises, and that one had been particularly un-delightful. By now the passengers on the bus have parted like the Red Sea - some spooked, some disgusted. The man can barely sniffle, and trying is far too ticklish. Both hands hurriedly rise to cover his mouth and nose as the urge reappears with violence.

“-'EDSSCHHIUHhh!!!”

Oh dear. 

His eyes blink hazily through a film of moisture. There are tear tracks he can feel, but that seems to be the least of his troubles right now. Muffled coughs seem to expedite the unending flow of thick mucus, pooling into his palms. Sniffles are merely instinctive, no use to him now. The air is warm beneath his steepled hands. He doesn’t dare move them.

[goodlucksnez]

Mess of a cold

this is my first time trying to write mess and contagion, sorry it is short im still trying to figure out how to write it

had to do it with @dr-ground-zero bbys and I oc "the weather boys" ™ (I will eventually make a post about all of them and how we created this world we have)

So enjoy Gale and Orpheus

“I'm gonna-- HITSSHEW!”

“Bless you, that one was a big!”

“Snffphrrrkrkkrrkk- ughhhh.” The darker-shaded nymph curled tighter into the auburn-haired spirit.

“You have caught a bad one, huh?” Gale had been with Orpheus a little longer than 4 years after the reincarnation, and during that time, he had seen a lot. Heck, he has done a lot, but this illness had its vice grips in Orpheus, and Gale could only do so much to ease his discomfort. Mostly, that meant catching his sneezes.

“iiiihhh-uhhhh-hahhh…uhHUHhiiiiHAhhh.” His chest started to rise and fall, slowly increasing in speed as his red-lined nose began to twitch. Gale held him tightly as he was prone to hitching and losing the sneeze at the last second. He cooed in his lover's ear softly, encouraging him.

“Let it out, or you’ll be miserable all night.”

“i-i'm tr-tryig hahh haaah!huhh” he exhaled defeated and looked up at Gale with his golden eyes pleading. No words were said, but Gale got the message, ‘help me sneeze.’

Gale chuckled and grabbed a tissue from the rapidly emptying box and placed them around his lover's nose.

The invitation was more than enough approval for him, and he surged forward into the awaiting tissues.

“hh! Hhh! 'tchht! Hah'tCHNx! Hh'tSchh! Hh'tchShh! T'chishh! Gh'tsSHh!” The nymph started to sneeze, filling the tissues, and Gale had to adjust his grip so he didn’t get the mess on his hand, not that he would complain. When the fit seemed to calm down, he abandoned the tissues, which were more like wet pieces of cardboard, and switched to the cuff of his hoodie, which he knew tended to be rougher on the nose of the other.

Orpheus caught on to this immediately as his nose started to react to the rough fabric. He tried to sniffle, but the mess of cold had already flowed from his nose onto his upper lip and down his chin. Gale's heart swelled as well as another part, and he quickly swallowed the lump in his throat.

“Aw, so messy are you, nymphy. You’re going to give me this cold, aren’t you?”

Orpheus blushed, his cheeks turning a darker shade of blue. His breathing caught in his throat.

“hsnff ib not trying it just Oh no…” they mutter softly as their breath starts hitching.

 “hAHt’TSCHhh-!! hsnff- haAH’SSCHHhieww!! oh by god. hsndrff!” He sniffles rather liquidity and exhales in a soft huff. “itchy”

“Bless you,” Gale kisses their cheek. “Goodness, so messy aren’t you, you can't control that nose of yours, can you?”

“hh’Thagks. ‘mb sorry, that was… a wet ode,” they murmur sleepily, and keep sniffling thickly. “hsnrff!”

Gale responds by kissing his nose. The effect was immediate, and Orpheus took a deep inhale and gripped onto him and buried his nose into Gale’s shoulder.

“Hahh-HITSXHUEW! ITTSCHEW! Hhhh... hh'KTSCHUH! Ehh'TSCHIUEW TCHIUEW ISHIUEW! Ughh...i’bm done.”

Gale, who was fighting back a moan, replied. “Bless you, my little monster.”

[coldfckrrrr]

“you can sneeze, y’know.”

“sndfffk! ndo.. i’m afr-hhhh.. afraid of what’ll cobe oud of mby ndose..”

[dr-ground-zero]

CW mess

when a sneeze finally forces its way out of a person but it makes an absolute mess of them. However they look so relieved almost pleasured by how productive the sneeze was.

Long thick cords of snot oozing from each nostril and down their shirt. But at least they finally sneezed

[gemandthesnots]

"Ihh-IHHK'SHIEWW!"

The sneeze catches her by surprise, a lot messier than she was expecting, expelling an unexpected amount of snot that shoots out of her nose and hangs suspended from both nostrils.

Everybody in the room had turned around to look at the sound. She sheepishly holds a hand in front of her face, barely disguising her snotty nose, and reaches for a tissue, but before she can pull it to her face another sneeze washes across her expression. Her brows furrow, eyelashes fluttering, lips slightly parted and tongue joining her front teeth to pant in heavy breaths building up quickly to one climax, shoulders tensing and nose flared at the ready, she releases the sneeze unable to cover it in time.

"HIIHHHH'SCHHIIIUEWW!"

This sneeze, stronger and wetter than the last, sprays out in front of her already captive audience sending snot flying in all directions with a certain desperation to rid her nose of what caused the sudden intense tickle.

"Whew! Snrfffff. Sorry everyone, that was a wet one!" she says with a smile, laughing it off and catching her breath while the thick snotty mess still flows down her face, dangling from her chin, tissue momentarily forgotten in her hand.

[sntlvr]

CW: mess

Two friends, A and B go on a trip (by car or train) and B has had a cold for a few days and is all stuffy and snotty. B is very easy-going and has no problem sniffling loudly or coughing openly, she is also one of those who, rather than blowing her nose, prefers to keep all the snot inside and constantly suck it in. After another extremely snotty sniffle A teases her and says things like: gross! blow your nose! B then as a joke sniffs even harder near A's ear and she is disgusted but they laugh together (B's laughter turns into a phlegmy cough and this makes her laugh even more)

A: wow, you sound terrible. B: really... I'm so full.

and saying this she points to her nose which is also a little red under the nostrils.

Then during the trip she finally blows her nose and looking at the tissue she says to A: wow there was a lot in here... do you want to see?

A: ewww no thanks. B: you don't know what you're missing! However, I should have brought more tissues...

Or she sneezes loudly into her hands and then holds them pressed to her face and in a nasal voice complains about the mess she has made: "oh by god..." followed immediately by a huge, gurgling sniffle as she tries to pull all the thick snot that has dripped on her lips back into her nose.

A knows it will be a long journey.

[feverish-cuddles]

someone snniffling and snorting all day to try and keep their runny nose in check. the sound is getting thicker and thicker sounding, almost soupy until their nose is utterly full and it finally demands compensation. the sneeze that happens is the messiest thing ever, its everywhere and the its not just one sneeze so their nose is forcing all the snot out with desperation

[luna-3338]

My favorite types of sneezes are holdbacks so I thought I’d give it a go. I think I did pretty good job holding them back but one did manage to escape. Hope you enjoy! 😊

[snztoyyyy]

One moment I’m taking pics in my cute new underwear next thing I know I’m sneezing all over my myself 🤷

(cw: self-inducing, nsfw, mess)

hehe enjoy :) and follow the link for the uncropped/titties out version

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1j1mmmvlt--Uj3_HqRg66p6V9BSpyEqmH/view?usp=drivesdk

[clovesnz]

cw: talking, whimpering, and everything after 2:15 is just very thick miserable sniffling. also i didn’t mean for this to be asmr because i personally don’t like the spine tingles but that’s kinda how it turned out so be warned of that too ^^

[goodlucksnez]

Again thank to @dr-ground-zero I have written a fic. this time modern Au for Penelope and Odysseus. 3k because i have no chill (i am fresh out of spoons tho don't expect anything for a bit)

Penelope works as a nurse and Odysseus is in the military

wrote a fic where ody catches the flu and Penelope takes care of him

cw MESS (not escaping the messfucker allegations) contagion

hope you enjo

“Penelope, your favorite patient is waiting in exam room three.” Said the red curly-haired receptionist as Penelope walked in.

“Mhmm,” she replied, with a curiosity as she put down her stack of the most recent case files.

“Oh, who would that be?” She spoke.

“Oh, I’m surprised you don’t know already. Odysseus is here and currently doesn’t have a nurse assigned. I wonder who should take his case?”

Penelope felt her heart skip a beat. She almost dropped all the files she had just been organizing. She tried to regain her composure and stammered out. “Oh, Odysseus is here, and he is…” She swallows the lump in her throat.

“Oh, he’s sick, but if you don’t want his case file, I can always give it to someone else.” The receptionist replied.

She practically snatched the paper out of her hands, holding it close to her chest, as if the paper itself were Odysseus.

“No, no, I am more than qualified to take this client. Let me just.” She went to the small mirror hanging on the wall. She didn’t look too bad considering that she had just done a full seven-hour shift. She undid her messy bun & ran her fingers through her hair before putting it back up into a top bun, a few strands hanging down by her face. She straightened her scrubs and uniform jacket. Lastly, she adjusted her stethoscope and practiced a few smiles in the mirror before realizing she’s keeping her number one crush waiting and just headed towards the exam room.

The layout of her small clinical office wasn’t big by any stretch of imagination, but exam room three was the farthest from the reception area. She silently cursed the receptionist for putting him so far away if he was indeed as sick as this chart was saying. How dare they make him walk that far, and she rounded the last corner. She saw the door with the big polka-dotted painted number three. She put the case file in the corresponding hanging file holder and knocked three times.

Hearing some noise from inside, she opened the door cautiously.

“Odysseus, can I come in?”

A very rough-sounding voice greeted her ears. “Yes, you could enter.”

She pushed the door open, stepping inside the fluorescent lit room before shutting it behind her. The image that greeted her eyes immediately melted her heart, melting through her body onto the floor.

Odysseus sat hunched over on the exam table, his eyes a complete sheen and glossy, his normally curly brown locks an absolute mess. He had perspiration on his forehead, yet she could tell that he was fighting back shivers. Penelope always had an eye for looking at someone and immediately knowing what was wrong, but when she looked at him, all she wanted to do was be next to him. She found herself struggling to speak. Luckily, he broke the silence first.

“Out of all the nurses, why did it have to be you to see me like this?” He said in an extremely congested and stuffy voice that after a few moments of silence, she finally found her voice again.

“Oh, darling,” she paused. The nickname just came out. She would never call someone she did not know a darling before, but in this moment, it just felt right. She cleared her throat and continued. “You look dreadful.”

If his face if not already flushed, it would have blushed a deeper red. He urgently stifled the sound, wet and productive.

“That is your Medical diagnosis that I have a case of dreadful, if so, I should take away your medical license.” He paused as his breath began to quicken. Recognizing what was about to happen, she reached into her pocket to search for a cover.

Odysseus snuffled against his hand and exhaled. “It has been doing that to me all day. I do not know why Athena decided to send me. It’s just a bad cold.”

But Penelope smiled, her voice soft and reassuring. “Your note said that you’ve had a fever for three days. Cold symptoms do not tend to last that long, you should be getting better by now. I don’t think this is a cold; I think you might have the flu.”

His eyes widened at her words, and he shook his head, which seemed to have pained him as he winced before speaking in his raspy voice. “No, I don’t have time to have the flu. I’ll be,” his voice started to catch, and his nose began to twitch.

Gripping the handkerchief, she walks a few paces over and covers for him, knowing this couldn’t end well even if he had been healthy.

The shocks and intimacy of this moment shake him out of whatever was holding him back before. He gasped deeply before sneezing into the handkerchief she held in front of his nose.

“H-ehh…HUh-ihhh–- HEE’TZSSSH’- HEE’TZSSSH’-Uhh…Uhh…HEH-IHCHZSSH’oo!”

“Those were very big sneezes! Bless you!!” She rubs his nose into the cloth, blushing.

“Yeah, that’s just how I sneeze. Sorry, you didn’t need to do that.” He flushed his cheeks, turning a redder color. 

“Oh, but I do. I’m here to make you all better now, aren’t I? Now I think you need a proper diagnosis, so we’ll run through this from the top.” 

She grabbed the thermometer. “Come on, you know the drill, under the tongue, no talking.” 

He opened his mouth and placed the thermometer under his tongue. 

“Good soldier.” He made a sound of disapproval, but ended up more like a snort since he couldn’t breathe through his nose.

She took his blood pressure as she waited for the thermometer to beep and listened to his heartbeat.

The thermometer beeped, and she took it out, frowning at the red line hovering above number 100.

“Darling, you do have a fever! Don’t worry, I’m gonna make sure you get all better.” She rubbed his back in a comforting manner. 

“But to do that, I need to run a test.” 

He looked at her quizzically before his eyes sparked with understanding. He quickly covered his nose with his hands.

“No, no, I refuse. I have a right, and there’s no way you are not doing a flu test on me.”

“I need to make sure that you don’t have the flu, cause if you do, I can give you medicine! It’ll make you feel better, otherwise you’re just gonna get worse and worse.”

“No way I’m not that bad.” His breath began to quicken and hitch. “I do not have the flu. Just a bad cold.”  He managed to stammer out before sneezing harshly into his hands. 

“H-ehh…HUh-ihhh–- HEE’TZSSSH’-Uhh…HEH-IHCHZSSH’oo! HEE’TZSSSH’-Uhh…”

“Bless you, bless you, nope, doctors' orders. We’re doing the test. I will be as gentle as I can.” 

Penelope left the room, grabbing an extra box of tissues, the cheap kind that the clinic could barely afford, which would be no match for Odysseus’s nose. She came to the swabs used for the test. She carefully picked one which she hoped would be less irritating to his sensitive organ. As well as a few vials in which she would drop the test after. She gathered the supplies in her hands and slowly walked back to the exam room, her heart beating madly.

Why did he have to look so pitiful? She thought to herself. Penelope would never admit this to anyone; she could barely admit it to herself, but he looked so cute, so helpless as if everything was hard for him to do, but she could make him better. She could help him.

She shook her head, a few strands of hair coming loose, and pushed open the door. Odysseus still sat hunched over, roughly rubbing out his nose, abusing the poor thing. She sat down on her instruments in a cart next to the exam table.

He eyed them up and down, shivering, either from his fever or anticipation of what was to come. He asks his  voice stuffy "Are those instruments of torture?"

She had to laugh, his voice was so congested it was barely understandable. "No, my soldier, these are things that will help you get better."

"How is sticking a Q-Tip in my nose going to help me get better?" he replied.

"Because that way, after I run the test, I’ll know if you have the flu, which I can give you antibiotics for."

He didn’t have a response to that and just wrapped his arms around himself tighter and said quietly. "I’m not going to be responsible for what happens."

Blushing, she nods in agreement. "Don’t worry, no one likes this test, and I have seen many react to this. I am sure I can handle your nose. Okay, darling, I need you to tilt your head back."

His nose looks so abused that the red coloration wasn’t just on the outside surface. It was around the edges of his nostrils, which before she even put the swab into, were flaring slightly.

She slowly inserts the swab until she feels resistance. The man beneath her gasps and grips onto the exam table, crinkling the paper. He begins to sniffle more aggressively.

She tsks at him. "Darling, you can’t do that. It’s okay, I know this is awful for everyone, just a few more seconds. I need to twist this around, okay?"

He nods at her breathlessly. She circles the inside once, twice, and on the third quickly retracts the swab and places it in the vial in her other hand.

Odysseus takes one final breath before releasing a series of wet and powerful sneezes that bend him at the waist. She finds herself catching him, so he doesn’t fall off the table.

“hHMFSHhh! zZSCHhh! Ahh…Hhz…haHh— eh’RHSCH’oo! Oh my god. hsndrff! HEE’TZSSSH’-Uhh…HEH-IHCHZSSH’oo!”  he sniffles liquidly and exhales in a soft huff.

She finds her voice again.  "Bless you, are you alive after that?"

He looked up at her, nose still flaring, the poor thing was more flushed after a matter of sneezes.

"No," he stammers out, his voice rough and gravely sounding. I think you broke my nose."

Her heart flips, and she smiles. "I did not break it. It's still there in one piece.” She says poking at the inflamed appendage. 

That seemed to be the wrong move as he inhaled, his eyes began to panic.

"Oh, why would you do that?" He said while hitching desperately. Realizing her mistake, she grabbed a handful of tissues and pressed them to his nose. "I’m sorry, I’m sorry, here just sneeze. I got you."

His breath wavers in constant agony before he is thrust forward from the power of harsh sneezes into the tissues she is holding. The flimsy tissues did little to no good for the sound or the mess that was produced. Instantly, she could feel a mess seeping through the tissues onto her hand and blushed.

“Ugh…fuhhgk…ih--iHK’SSSCH’UH!”

"Bless you," she says, "I guess that’s my fault. Sorry, I didn’t think you would sneeze just from touching it."

"I'm sorry, that was… a wet ode, did I get you?

"It’s okay, I have been sneezed on before, and from the looks of your nose, I doubt that will be the last time today. You look cold, and you keep shivering."

He sniffles back congestion, a wet gurgle sound. "Yeah, can’t seem to get warm."

She takes off her uniform jacket and drapes it over his shaking form. "This doesn’t offer much warmth, but it’s something for now."

He laughs for the first time since being in the office, a deep rattling laugh that shakes her to her core, causing her heart to quicken. She could listen to that laugh for hours.

"You’re practically asking to get this cold, not exactly the picture of health, Penelope."

She blushes before turning her back slightly to him and packing up her supplies. “Well, you look perfect to me.” Odysseus blushed hard and a dopy smile appeared on his face. Once her supplies were packed up she told him to sit tight and she’d be back with the results in a bit. She left Odysseus to his own device, which was just giving him time to rest and get a few sneezes out that he was sure everyone could hear by now. 

A few minutes later, Penelope comes back to tell him he has the flu and prescribes him some medicine, casually writing her number on the bottle, telling him to call her if things get worse, before sending him on his way.

*****TIME SKIP

A few days passed, and no words came from him. Of course, her mind wandered. He must just be resting, like I told him she thinks to herself.  Her answer came in the most unlikely of places. She was charting before the clinic opened when there was a tapping at the glass.  An officer stands in full uniform, peaking in the windows. She sighs, gets up, and opens the door.

“You know Hermes, there are easier ways to get someone's attention, like Oh, I don’t know, texting them! You love to brag about your 5 G phone so much.”

The blonde replied. “Hey, don’t shoot the messenger, just here to tell you ody has requested you.”

Her face blushes as Hermes continues, “Yeah, the poor guys got like the worst cold I have ever seen, I'm sure the barracks can’t survive another one of his sneezing fits. He keeps muttering about. I need Penelope; I need her.”

She runs inside and grabs her “in case of emergency bag” and practically falls over herself, leaving the office. She grabs his arms and pulls him to her level. “Take me to him now.”

“Geez, calm down, I'll take you.” They leave together, her mind racing. After what seems like eternity, they turn and see the barracks. He points to one near the end. “He is there. Good luck.”

She opens the sliding door, and a wave of heat hits her. These were always so bad at circulating temperature, they practically bake in the sun. A string of beds sits in front of her standard military sheets and pillows neatly folded. In the middle was where her eyes were trained. Ody sat upright. His head was in his hands. She approached, her heels echoing on the concrete floor. He looked up, and it took everything not to rush to his side.

Their skin is pale, with a slightly flushed tint around their cheeks and nose from the constant battle. Dark circles settle under their eyes like bruises of fatigue, deepened by restless, fevered sleep.  Their lips are dry, parted slightly as they breathe heavily through their mouth because their nose is completely blocked. Suddenly his brows knit together in irritation as a new he begins to hitch. Their expression is one of helpless misery. He grabs the blanket and holds it to his face as he begins to sneeze.

“HhH’AESHHHuhh! Hh’ETCHHhhoo!—hh’TCHZHH'ue! HEE’TZSSSH’-Uhh…HEH-IHCHZSSH’oo!

Penelope grabbed onto a bunk bed just out of instinct at the booming sound that echoed around her. It sounded like a bomb had gone off. He looked up at her. His nose was cascading like a waterfall of syrup down to his chin, a mess reflecting off the edges of his teardrop-shaped nostrils in a glimmering line. 

“Bless you, I'm surprised the barracks are still standing.”

“snnrk Sor'y—didn’ mean do you know, thad’s just how I sdeeze, wai’d, wha're you doin' here?”

He asks in a stuffy voice. She walks over and pulls up a chair, placing her bag in her lap. She reaches out and pushes his hair out of his face. His fever has gone down, she mentally notes.

“Well, a little birdie told me someone was calling my name, and so here I am to rescue my soldier.”

“snfff Oh god, did Hermes tell you thad?” He blushes and clears his throat before continuing, “I’b nod your soldier—it was jusd a nighdmare.”

“No matter what the reason, I am here now to take care of you. You have my whole undivided attention.”

“You… you sure you wand do be aroun' me? I’b nod the besd comp’ny righd now  snnrf—I’b all stuffed ub, and by dose—ugh oh no not abain.”

His breath starts to waver, and this is where her resolve fades. The discomfort that crosses his face makes the butterflies in her stomach increase tenfold, and without thinking, she finds herself crawling into his bed holding him to her chest.

“My Odysseus! You poor thing, I got you.” She takes a clean handkerchief from her bag and holds it ready, cupping it over his glistening and flaring nostrils.

“hrrRR’USSCHHIUE!!!-USSHIEWW!! hiH-! huUDZ’EEISSCHHIUHh!!! …. snnnrgk~ … snrgk “AAIY'ESSCHHIEWWw!!!”  

The strong sneezes force the gunk that had accumulated in his sinuses out, covering the handkerchief in mess, the rest escaping into the air. He’s left with twin trails of clear liquid coating his upper lip as he shivers.

“Sorry … thad was a lod.”

“Bless you, I don’t care, love, I love you. Through all the sniffs and sneezes, I love you.”

He blushes and blinks at her sniffling. “You do?”

She swore she could shake him. “Yes, love, hell, I left my post for you. I would leave everything. I will wait for 20 years for you. My love for you is internal!

He doesn’t say anything but pulls her and kisses her. After a few moments, he pulls back. “I love you too, through sickness and in health

She laughs. “Slow down, soldier, not marrying you …. yet.” She cuddles next to him and, for the first time in a while, she relaxes, and soon they both fall into slumber

  —THE END–