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i hve 3 fvorite ships for Date/Every/thing 1: mateo x Betty/Bevi(i hate her nname lol) (cuddle couple yes tht's thhee ship name i gve them) 2: Volt x Eddie (live wire) 3: Johnny splash x Dorian (shower door) here's some ssnzcanons for them most have been contributed by @goodlucksnez - Bevi has 'the kink' and it goes recieving and doing wise - mateo doesn't have the kink but he loves indulging her bc dude is such service sub/switch - Both Eddie and Dorian stifle alot so their partners have to pry their hand away from their faces - bevi is allergic to roses (very fun for the rose pedals o the bed thing~) - Johnny lives up to his name and has very very wet messy snzs, only thing that holds up when he's got a cold is a towel or sweatshirt - Eddie is allergic to dust and it drives him crazy - Dorian gets very snzy when he's drunk and can't cover to save his life when he's like that - sometimes you'll hear crackling or sizzling when volt goes into a fit - Bevi's snz sounds like when the bed rocks and creaks at the end - ya know when you clean the shower head so its not all clogged....that's basically giiving johnny a sinus "rinse" and it makes him all drippy and hitchy - Bevi iss also allergic to feathers (like the stuff in pillows) and likes letting mateo induce her with them - iif we'ree still going by the they're housee hold objects here are some funny 'tells' - eddie or volt make te power all fucky -with Bevi the bed feels all still and wrong - Mateo the blanket just never seems to fit right - Dorian the door is jammed/ stuck - Johnny splashed 'clogged shower' lol feel free to ask for moree i fucking love this game

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ohh yeah, ya'll who like date/every/thing. ya'll are so fucked when i get motivation to make content

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Cuddle Cold

date everything is my downfall I love it so much. and so I wrote a fic

about betty and mateo

do not reblog to non-kink blogs

little messfuckery

“—h’tssh!.. H’TISSCH’!!uhhhh…”

“Oh, bless you, Mattie! You okay, those came out of nowhere?” Betty and Mateo sat on the sofa. Mattie was scrolling through his phone, looking at a foster kitten program, and Betty was playing absent-minded with his hair.

“Snrkk yeah just a tickle.” Over the next few hours, it was apparent it was not ‘just a tickle,’ he was sniffly and clearing his throat a lot more, and even had to pause a video to go into the other room and get a box of tissues.

Betty observed all this and silently made a note to order some soup for dinner as well as some medicine. 

When he returned he snuggled against her. Her skin was always comforting. And he whines as he rubs his cheek against her chest.

“Comfortable Mattie?” She asked with a slight purr in her voice. 

“Mhm.” He nodded as his breath began to hitch. She takes out a tissue and holds it at the ready. “Let it happen. Don't fight it.”

“Hh’aah—hH!… hih!..h’tssh!.. H’TISSCH’!!uhhhh…”

“There you go, bless you. You sure it is just ‘a tickle’? Seems like you caught a cold.”

“I don't have a cold, it must be dust or—hH!… hih snrkkk something.”

“I think something is right.”

He rolls his eyes but soon he is being thrown forward. 

“hiH'TZSChhu! hH'TZSSHh! EHZSShhu! hH'TZShhuh!”

“Bless you four times my love. Goodness not only did you catch a cold but a sneezy one at that!”

“I don't have a cold! My nose is just—”

She smirks as his nose begins to twitch and flare. “Oh, your nose is what? Going to sneeze?”

He scrunches up his face and his nose seems to calm a bit, a trick she has always been a bit jealous of. But after all these years with him, she knows he can't fight it forever.

“Aw, my little cocoon come on. Seems like this cold is settling in that head of yours.”

He shakes his head in defiance but his nose as others' ideas. He runs a finger on the underside of his septum. The resulting touch proved to be too much for his nose to take. His eyes squeezed shut and he took gasping breaths before sneezing onto Betty's chest.

“hiitschiih! essssshhii! HnnGSHHIiihTCH-eeh!”

She jumps a bit at the last sneeze as it rattles against her, spraying her chest with droplets of mess. She quickly hears him gearing up for more and positions his head to rest just between her breasts. She thinks to herself. ‘Might as well use what nature blessed me with’

The movement shook whatever attempt at holding back he was making an attempt at and he openly gasped as the tickle grew to a peak.

“Hhhuhh… Hh-huhh’tchhh… snfff… I—I’m going to… s-sneeze….hH-ASSSCHHH'iuu! HATTSCHH-iuu! Ah-ASCHH'iuhh!”

Mess shot from his nose coating her breasts in a mist, some still dangling in the air. He sniffed urgently as mess threatened to spill from his nose.

“Bless you!… Are you okay? That was a big fit for you Mattie!”

He sniffs and answers stuffily. “I think I may have a cold.” she raises her eyebrows. “Okay okay fine I have a cold, is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Aww, I think I know what you caught. The snuggle Flu. The only cure is hugs and kisses and cuddles.”

“That is not a thing, baby, you just like me when I am like this,” he says, rubbing his nose.

“Aw, like what? All helpless and sneezy and whining…I can't imagine why I would like you like this!”

“You like torturing me and my hh-huhh—hhuh’KSSHheww-uhh!! snff—nghh nose!”

“Bless you! Can't even get a sentence out without sneezing, can you?”

“Yes, I can,” he says, crossing his arms.

“Good job, baby.” She says, holding him tighter. And kisses his forehead.

“See, I told you I could…essssshhii! Ugh snrkkk told you I could do it.”

“Sure.” She cuddles him. “Just rest, love.” 

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Ayo i'm almost at lik 600 followers on here?! (like very close) should I make another succubi wav if ii get to 600? maybe it'll be spicy and a bit of a messy thing?

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I wrote another snz fic with P/oseidon and my oc Lysandra.

Very indulgent

Mess fucker heavy

And macro/micro

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The wind was brisk, tugging playfully at strands of hair and rustling the tall, sun-bleached reeds that danced along the edge of the sea cliff. Lysandra stepped carefully through the overgrowth. The unforgiving cliff edge she never messed with.

Below, the sea roared and sighed in rhythm, endless and untamed. The cliff’s edge curled gently downward, allowing a hidden patch of reeds to nestle against the rock face, thick enough to conceal someone from view but soft enough to invite rest.

She eased down into them, folding her legs beneath her/ For a long moment, she said nothing, just stared out where the sky met the sea in a gauzy shimmer. The world smelled of brine and sun-warmed stone before she spoke.

“Poseidon, are you there?”

She heard him before anything else. The sound of rushing water being spilt. The energy of the space around her shifted to be lighter and a more warmer preseance surrounded her.

She leaned back her arms behind her watching and waiting. He always answered her. Soon enough raising from the sea the familiar blue haired god breached the surface. His eyes scanning the cliffs until he spotted her. He raised his arms out of the water and placed them on the edge of the cliff side. A few loosened rocks falling into in the depth before from the added weight. The scene before her was cute. Like a little kid looking over the shelf. She smiled and spoke her voice carried by the breeze.

“Well someone is excited to me see, dont take the cliff down with me still on it.”

He voice deep and gravily. “Dont be riduloius it was only a few boulders I am sure you wont miss them.”

She stands as he makes himself comfortable on the side. He rests his chin on the sandy edge. He flips his palm so she can sit on it, extending his fingers in a welcoming gesture.

“So, what brings you all the way out here? This is not my temple nor is the docks. Is this some type of special occasion?”

She walks over and climbs onto his palm, his skin soft but firm. She wraps one arms around his finger and leans against his thumb.

“Is it a crime to want to talk somewhere a bit more private?’

“No it is not, you choose a beautiful cliff side.” he said sniffling a bit at the end of his sentence.

“Thank you, had to walk for ages but it is nice. But that is not why i called you here.”

He sniffs and looks down at her his gaze powerful but not intimidating.

“Why did you call me then, Lysandra?” She shuddered at her own name. Somehow hearing someone so powerful say her name in such a casual way made her stomach do flips.

“I know you have paid me back in spades from the incident. I could not be happier with my fishing boat, I bring more catch in then anyone else and i am close to opening that shop I always wanted.” she pauses blushing a bit

A strong breeze blew whipping both of their hair around and the tall grass, she moved the hair out of her eyes and continued.

“But you are a god, why do all this for a mere mortal like myself.”

His laugh filled the air. “Do you think I am so transactional that is the only way we can speak? You mortals are so funny, and they say snff my ego is big. Look at yours! You think after all this time and effort I am only at your call for favors. I like being with you. Your resolve, your attitude its refreshing.” He pasues to swipe at his nose.

“I mean what another mortal would be so daring to sit on a gods hand as it is just another seat at the dinner table. No I do not just answer you for favors. I am here becaue I like you.”

She blushes all shades of red. I mean he is a god and yet he likes me? ‘Me’ she thinks to herself.

“Oh well then, um thank you. I like you too you overgrown clump of seaweed.”

He chuckles before rubbing a bit more harshly at his nose as another breeze sweeps by them.

“Although I would snrkk like to meet in less…” he pauses and he sniffs the sound more deprespate sounding then before. She can feel her heartbeat quicken and unconscoously tightens her grip on him.

“Don’t tell me you have another cold!?” She asks examining his face for signs of illness. His rims of his nostrils are slightly off color from the rest of his face but it doesnt look like when she and him first meet.

“No the plants are causing a bit of a small tickle.” He says, scrunching up his nose.

She smirks and reaches up and strokes the sides of his nose. The skin warm to the touch. Her touch makes them shudder and he inhales sharply.

“behh-careful, p-please.”

She chuckles. “Aw, but i thought you liked my feistiness,” she says as she continues to rub the rims of nose.

His breath quickens. “You're going t-to make me sn-sneeze.”

“I know big guy looks like you need to, plus not like I haven't seen this before.”

His eyelids flutter as he focuses on the itch consuming his nose. He continues letting out gasps of air. “Heehhhh hhhhh Hhhhhh!”

“That it, come on big buy.” She reaches down and plucks a handful of the reeds and holds them in her hand just in case he needs a little push over the edge.

The tickle spread to be buzzing sensation, and soon his eyes shut, and she quickly dodges out of the way from the forces of the sneezes that tumbled out of him.

“hH…HhIH..! ’iHh’iiZSCHhyIEW..Hh—hH’dZzJSCHhh-uhH! H’aah—! Hh’ih—hh! —h’YyIISCHhh’uuEW! hhEHh’iDdZZSCHh’yYew!!!”

“Bless you, are you done?”

He nods, sniffling madly, “Yes, I am done.”

She rolls her eyes. “Sure you are, guess I should have brought my sail with me huh?”

He blushes and pinches his nose and wiping some of the moisture with his index finger. “No need when I have you instead.”

Her body freezes and goes rigid, and it feels like time stops. She blushes and looks down. “That is not what I meant, and you know it.”

“Snrkkk no but I know what you want.” Before she can respond, his breath catches in his throat, his nose flaring.

“Oh shit.” As his breath crescendos.

“hh’aaHh… IIHZy’SCHhhuEW! h’yYSHHhhH’iieW! Hh’aah—hH!… hih..! Hh’aieSHhhHH’YyieWw!”

The strong sneezes force the mess that had accumulated in his sinuses out, covering her dress and hair in mess, the rest escaping into the air into a fine mist and spray. He’s left with twin trails of clear liquid coating his upper lip, trailing down to his chin.

She would attempt to clean his face if it wasn't for the fact that she felt his hand on the small of her back, cupping her in his oversized hand.

He drags her closer to himself and she finds herself pressed up against his collarbone and just holds on as he feels his breath expand.

“Hh’AahHTSHh’hUE! Hih’hh.. h’EHZSHhh’UhH!!”

Mist coats the back of her dress, clinging to her and she can hear the wetness and desperation in his nose as he sniffs back.

She whispers a small blessing before being jostled again.

“Hh’aah—hH!… hih..! Hh’aieSHhhHH’YyieWw!” Droplets of mess darken the sand around her and she is sure her heart is going to give up.

He sniffles wetly and releashed his grip and she backs up looking up at him. His nose is a nice rosy color around the edge. There is clear moisture gathering under hs nose and his as small tears in his eyes.

“Bless you, big guy!!” she manages to say after a moment of stunned belief. “You sure this is caused by the plants and not you catching something. Your nose is not normally this red….and sensitive.”

“Snrkkkk I am not falling ill, i feel fine, just an itch in my nose thats all…I feel…Hhhuhhh–it’s gonna be… a big… hhhuhhh…Hh’AahHTSHh’hUE!”

“Bless you, a big bad cold from what i can tell.” She says, approaching the inflamed appendage.

“What are you doing?”

She brushes her fingers over his septum slowly tracing the shape of his nostrils, feeling how the twitch and shudders at her touch.

“My sibuses are so… so s-sedditive…be careful.” His breath starts to waver his breath pulling her closer to his flaring nose.

“It's okay, go on, let them out. It is so tickly, isn't it?” She keeps rubbing his septum slowly teasing him.

“I—I’b goi’g to… hhuhhh… I’b gonna s-sdeeze…!. Oh dooo… it’s big… snnrrff! m-by dose is so full… it’s like… hhhuhhh—can’t hold back.” She grabs the hem of her dress and holds it over his nostrils.

“Come on baby, dont fight it. I know it is so big. Making your whole face itchy. I will be your tissue. Its okay, i will catch the mess.”

His breath hitches, his face transforms into a pre-sneeze desperation. His lips parted gasping at the air. His nostrils flaring, his eyes close and his head starts tipping back as he gears up for the sneeze.

“Ae’hYiiSCHhh’UE!—Hh’aeDZShHHh’yYEW!....Hhh’iiHYzjSCCHhue!!!....AHh’DZzIISHhHh’iEW!!”

Her dress is filled with mess in an instant. Strands of white mucus cling to her and drip onto the sand. He sniffs wetly. The ground around her is covered in dark spots, the sand showing the mess he made with his fit.

“Bless you, that is more like the guy I know. Can never be satisfied with one, can you?”

“Snrkkkkk ugh don't comment on it.”

“I will, and there is nothing you can do about it. Now what you ARE going to do is go back home and get into bed. No more causing tidal waves for at least 4 days until you are over this cold.”

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This came to me in a vision

Has anyone made this joke yet?

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okay whoever on snzblr is into 'date/Everything' the game i need you to listen up i have somee ideas 1:Dirk(the dirty clothees) being allergic to frabric softener/freshener spray 2: Dirk being allergic to dust...in turn being allrgic to Dolly 3: Betty (the bed) being sick but when she's not in 'human' form the only way you'd know is with how creeky or stiff thee bed would feel. but when she's 'human'/personafied her sneezes sound a little creeky/squeeky sounding like when a bed rocks against the wall. 4: Eddie has a shit immune system and when he gets to snzy the lights flicker

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sorry if this is a bit awkward (its my first time doing something other than lurking here lol) but do you have any favorite cold scenarios? mess, contagion, ect are all very welcome! thanks! :3

No worries Nonny ^-^ you did great anyways hmmm probably a person with a cold who's nose is incredibly sensitive and their partner (platonic or romantic) realizes they've ran out of tissues and this cold is getting heavy. So they just use a soft blanket to catch the sickie's snzs

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So I can’t sleep and brain is feral so who cares

I have a lot of small drafts for random epic snz things I have wrote and posted in the server but I am going to post them here.

Enjoy!

Sorry about the format doing this at 6 am on my phone hope it is ok!!

Fic 1

Poseidon breath starts to waver. The tide around his waist begins to swell with each shaky inhale. Lysandra knowing this cannot end well for her, being so close to his face, holds onto his hand tightly. She curses him out in her head when his breath crescendo.

*HAAEyY’ESSCHIEWWw….hiyY’ESSCHHIUE-!!....hhzZZSCHHIOOO!...snnrgk! Snnrff! snrffh! snrk!*

mist sprayed from his nose and across his hand and directly onto her arm. She froze blinking down at the unexpected dampness glistening on her forearm.

“Oh fuck you, did you even try to cover?!”

Fic 2

Patroclus held the tissue firmly in his hand as his lovers breath hitched. Achilles a few days ago had caught a dreadful cold and it was wreaking havoc on his body but mostly his nose.

His nose had turned a bright red color and seemed to be giving him the most trouble. After a few seconds of losing another sneeze Patroclus finally had enough.

“aw come on man make up your mind. I can’t keep holding this tissue forever.”

He was half joking. He cared for Achilles more than anyone and wanted him to feel better but this ‘is going to sneeze vs not’ was starting to drive him crazy.

Achilles replied stuffily. “I’m trying. My dumb nose won’t decide if I’m going to-“ he pauses as his breath picks up again. “Gonna…sneeze.” He waved his hands in front of him and Patroclus moved the tissue under his nose.

“I got you, come on.”

The resulting sneeze was loud. Achilles was known for many things. His heroic actions, his stubbornness and his overall golden heart. But he was also known for something else. His sneeze. His sneeze could rattle the windows. Not only was it loud it was also powerful. If he wasn’t careful he could easy fall down from the force of it. Truth be told he has before.

Patroclus kept the tissue pressed to his nose a little longer before rubbing his nostrils with it wiping the collected wetness under his nose. Achilles tensed and made a small sound of discomfort.

“I know love, but hold still. You really caught the worst of it. Haven’t you?”

Achilles sniffed wetly and whined before leaning his head onto the other shoulder. “Most people just say bless you.” He said sarcastically.

“No most people jump five feet when they hear you sneeze, but if it will please you then fine. Bless you!” Patroclus said smirking. This resulted with a pillow to his face.

“Hey I am not that loud.”

“Oh really then why were you kicked out of Athena lecture hall?”

Without missing a best he replied stuffily. “Maybe I am too awesome for the lecture and she knew that so she let me go.”

“Right. Right. How about this. I will describe how I think it went and if I am right I get to take your temperature. If I am wrong you can get ice cream? Do we have a deal?”

“Deal.” Achilles said rubbing at his nose.

“you woke up, having an awful headache, and what you decided to do was drink an energy drink. You were then late for the lecture because you were running around trying 2 different outfits on. when the lecture started you felt a small tickle in your nose.”

He pauses his story as he sees Achilles nose twitch twice twice, but continues anyway

“And your nose continued to get more and more itchy until you finally couldn’t stop, and you sneezed probably almost falling out of the chair as you did. the people around you jumped, potentially one girl let out a small shriek, and you were subsequently asked to leave and go to the nurse. Was I right?”

Achilles glared at him with his golden eyes, but before he respond, his eyes began to shut and his breath quickened. He grabbed Patroclus shirt, pulling him close and sneezed directly into his chest, the sound and force shaking his ribs.

“Bless you, I’ll take that as a yes now will you be a good patient and let me take your temperature?”

Achilles nods. Patroclus grabs the thermometer and presses it to his head. The reading comes back 100.3. “Just like I thought you have a fever. And a bad cold on top of that.” Achilles sighs and accepts defeat.

“Fine I have a cold and I don’t feel good. Can you…can you…oh god.” He tents his hands over his face and catches the sneezes. The force resulting in him bending at the waist and the blanket falling off his shoulders.

“Bless you. Poor thing. What were going to ask?”

“Can I cuddle with you?” He asks blushing.

“Yes my love.”

Fic 3

“Baby Ugh, gonna sneeze agai-hhaaiinn… hhRTTSHHOOoh! ITSSHHOOO.”

Telemachus caught Theo sneeze just in time. He has gotten an awful summer cold and was current putting a dent in the tissue population. His heart aches as Theo sniffled a wet and pathetic sound.

“Bless you, that one was big! You trying to steal my sneezes now?” He jokes. Theo glared at him . His nose all red and glistening with moisture.

“Nhhnooohh! Baby, listen—*snnrrfff*—I’b dot tryin’ to steal your sdeezez! I dod’t... I dod’t eben want to sdeeze adymore, but this cold... this *cold*!”

He gasps, blinking rapidly his breath quickening.

“Oh no... baby... agaid— *Huhh'TSCHhhkk!*”

He jolts against him the sneeze seeming to end the tickle for now as he slumps into Telemachus defeated.

“Bless you, are your nose is throwing a fit right now. It’s so angry huh baby?”

“Don’t even put the idea in my head.”

“Okay okay. Wow someone is all grumpy.” That earns Telemachus a playful smack on the arm.

“You would be all grumby too if you caught this! It’s 80 degrees, who gets a code when it’s this warm outside? And do not forget—we have the reevalubation cubbing up. I cannot miss that. My nose... my dose...”

He trails off his eyes slowly closing his nose flaring. Telemachus has just enough time to grab a tissue and cover his nose before all hell breaks loose.

“hhaAIIMPFFH!!! IITsshHHIEWh!! Iish-TSSHHHIIieww!”

“Bless-“ he is Interrupted by his partner gasping again.

“kktSHHiiIIEW!! Hh-aaah-hTTSHHHIIEWw!! Gonna… snhh-… Snee-eeeh-eeiIISSHHhIiew!!! Ee-eehii-hiitTSSHHUue!!! S…Sdeeze…! Hhi-iih-hhiTTSHHiieeew!! AahTSSHIEW! E-eh-eeh.. “Hh-hhhdt-!! HhdTSSHHIEW!! AASHhEEUUHh!! AasSSHHhh-aaht’SSHHEWW!!”

Telemachus felt like he was on fire, heart leaping to his throat as he choked out a blessing.

“I, uh… Bless you. A thousand times.”

He replies his voice thick with congestion.

“I didn’t... *snnrrff* I didn’t know a cold could be so sdeezy, Teleme… I always thought it was, like... jusd a bad fever and a cough and... sduff like that, but this is—this is just... it’s like a bajillion feaders all up in my *dos*! *Hhhuhh’TCHHSShhh!*

“Bless you! Okay okay now about you take a break from killing me and take a nap?”

Theos snuggles into his chest and soon snoring could be heard.

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So ummmm date everything

Hear me out!

dirk….allergic to fabric softener or laundry detergent soap

I will not let this go

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Someone sick, rushing to conclude their sentence because they know they’re going to start sneezing and it’s going to derail the point they’re trying to make. Trying to get the last word in before their sneezing — and more specifically, their wellbeing — becomes the new topic of focus.

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fuck yeah bro it'll be awesome! my first con too ^^

can i just say how excited I am to see @dr-ground-zero in july!

after 4 years of friendship we finally meet!

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First Christmas pt 2

@dr-ground-zero modern Au lives in my head rent free so I made a continuation of first Christmas

It is shorter because no brain cell to write

But enjoy

CW: mess, contagion, snz

“Theo?? Theo?! Where are you?”

Telemachus says, looking at the empty bed. ‘Where could he have gone? He is still nursing the bad cold he had gotten.’ He thinks to himself. Telemachus goes downstairs looking for him.

“Theo, where did you go?” He walks by the front window and sees the unthinkable. Theo is outside playing in the snow! Telemachus almost rips the door off its hinges and runs outside.

“Theoclymenus what are you doing? Get back inside!”

“But I am feeling better, really, and the snow is so fluffy and-” His breath starts to catch.

Seizing this moment, Telemachus grabs the other's arm and pulls him back toward the door. “And you are going to catch pneumonia if you stay out here!” Theo sniffs a wet sound and follows him inside, shivering slightly.

“Okay, you need to warm up now. I’m going to start a warm bath.” Theo nods and follows him to the bathroom. Telemachus turns on the bath to the hottest temperature, and slowly the tub begins to fill.

“This isn’t necessary, I’m not that…Huhh’SCHhhtt’hhuww! Huhh hehh Huhh’SCHhhtt’hhuww!….cold.”

“Bless you! You may not feel cold, but you have a bad one; besides, a warm soak should help your congestion. Now get undressed.”

Blushing, Theo does as he says, the congestion shifting in his head as he bends down and he sniffs urgently. The tub finishes filling up, Telemachus adds a few drops of soap and helps his shivering boyfriend get in. He takes off his shirt but leaves his bottoms on and sits in the tub holding him. The water envelops them like a warm blanket, and Theo soon rests his head on Telemachus' chest. The only sound is Theo labored breathing and sniffles every few seconds.

“Baby, what were you thinking?” He finally asks after a few minutes.His voice as an aura of concern but still comforting. Theo nuzzles into his chest before replying.

“I wanted to see the snow.”

“You can see snow from inside; you don’t need to go touch it.” He says rubbing his back in a comforting way/

“I know, I know, it was stupid, but—h-hh—heh'tSCHHuh!—but it was so pretty and I—I wanted to...” His breathing begins to waver.

Telemachus adjusts his grip, holding onto him tightly. “I got you, hun, come on, let them out.”

“Heeehh…heh… ha’ERRSSHH’IUE! iiiIHH’GGZSSCHOO!..oohhh, uhduther-..AAHHDZZSCHOO!!....HIIH!.. IIHTDZZSSSHHHTT!! .. fuck– snrkk. I don’t wadda be sigg anymore.”

“Goodness, those were so big, weren’t they? You okay? I have never heard you sneeze like that before.” He ignores the mess that was sprayed onto his chest and ops to squeeze his boyfriend tighter.

“Yeah, I’b okay… my dose just… snrrrk… really full. I dink you’re right, I—I don’t dink I have sneezed this buch in my whole life.”

“It's okay, I am here to catch those sneezes and cuddle you and make soup. I am going to make sure you get the TLC you deserve.”

Theo blushed and rubbed his nose. “If you keep kiss—kissi—hhhuhh'NGKTchh!—me, you’re goihg to catch this.”

“Well, the fastest way to get rid of a cold is to give it to someone else.” He said smirking a slight blush creeping on his face.

“think your—snrrrk—your mom would disagree… she is a nurse, after all... hhhUHh—oh no—hehh’GNTCHHHuh!...not agaid…” his body goes stiff, and he grips Telemachus tighter.

“Oh boy, I got you! Come on get that cold out of your head.”

“I—I’b tryihg, it’s… it’s teasi—hh-HHHuhhh…” Telemacus can see theos nose. It is flaring. The poor thing looks so red and itchy. He leans down and kisses his twitching nose. That seemed to do the trick and Theo gasped and sneezed against Telemachus chest.

“h-hh-hh.. HAH-TZSS!sss’uhh…hah!hh.. uHH!h.....tHih-.. HIHBISSSH’YAHhh! IIH’TIZZSCH’iu!!...HHHH!.. EHJZZSSHUE!!’hhhooohh by god.”

Each sneeze, more and more spray and mess land and stick onto his chest. Telemachus has to bite back a moan as the fit continues, but slowly the fit starts to taper off.

“Bless you, goodness, your poor nose!!! He grabs a towel from the rack and holds it to Theo’s nose. “Blow baby, get that cold out of your head.”

He blows into the towel his boyfriend is holding to his nose. That forces the mess that had accumulated in his sinuses out, covering the towel in mess, some dripping into Telemachus hand. As he pulls the towel away he is left with twin trails of clear liquid coating his upper lip.

As soon as he finishes, the rough fabric of the towel causes a new tickle to form, and he tries to warn Telemachus.

“B–baby... the towel is makin’ me... itchy...” He rubs his nose with the back of his hand, then lifts his head with a helpless expression, flaring and dripping onto his chin. “I’m gonna... hhuhh… I’m gonna sn...sneeeze—huhh’tSCHHhhuhh!”

“Oh, okay, I got you, just sneeze, get the messy cold out of your nose.”

haAH’SSCHHhieww!! hsndrff! ….huUH’USSCHhiuu!! sdrff. He pauses but still has a wrinkled look on his face. Telemachus takes the hint. “Aw you got more?”

Theo nods breathlessly, opening one of his eyes as he pleads with him to help. He chuckles and presses another kiss to his nose.

“Oh, come on… It’s right there... I just... wait—hhuhhh… I’m gonna…Hihh…Hhh’kssSHHhh! HhHuuh..Huhh’tCHSHhh! Eiihh…eiihH’tCHSHhhuu!!”

”Bless you!” Telemachus catches the fit in his hands, blushing. Theo slumps against him, exhausted and sniffs pathetically. Finally the fit had subsided for the time being, Telemachus rubbed his shoulder soothingly and kissed the top of his head. Theo panted softly as he curled up into Telemachus’s side with a worn out expression. Telemachus’s eyes softened as he gently coaxed him to sleep.

“Mb’kay I’ll sleep’b” Theo muttered, he’d sure need it after all of that, he was hardly anywhere near getting over that cold

[dr-ground-zero]

Misery loves Company

((Here's another Epic snz fic this time Ody, Pene & Dio/medes bc i love them as a 3 some)) (CW will contain mess, nothing graphic but its there, as well as dirty jokes and spice towards the end)

Cold and flu season was running rampant everywhere, there was no escaping it, and not even the toughest of people could get past it unscathed. So it was no surprise when Penelope woke up to her head pounding and wet sniffles, not to mention tiredness that had her wanting to sink back under the covers. However, the thing that woke her wasn’t her cold but her phone ringing. She drowsily picked up not bothering to check who it was before answering.

“Hello?” She cringed at the strained crack in her voice, a free hand coming to rub at her sore throat.

“Hey Pede, sorry if I woke you up’b.” A gruff but congested heavy voice answered.

“Oh, Diomedes, you don’t sound so good,” Penelope sighed, feeling her forehead with her wrist as Ody snored heavily in bed beside her.

“You don’t sound so good yourself, Pede. I was godda ask if I could cobe over but I dod’t wadda trouble ya” Penelope blushed while shaking her head.

“Dno dno, its dno trouble at all, you shouldn’t be out and about anyways and I can hear you’re in the car, just cobe od over. Sounds like Ody’s caught something too from how he’s sdoring” Penelope replied, a soft groan mixed with a chuckle echoed in her ears from Diomedes’s side of the line.

“Alright, I already stopped by the condvience store so I’ve got sobe supplies so I wodt be empty-handed” Right as they were hanging up a quiet groan sounded from beside her as the bed sheets ruffled and shifted. Penelope giggled as she felt something warm pressed up against her side and looked down to see Odysseus starting to wake up. She brushed a hand through his hair with a slight smile as she greeted him.

“Bmorning sleepyhead~” She teased gently, Odysseus let out a whine and a cough while lazily nuzzling into her side with a groggy “Bmordig” Penelope’s eyes softened at the sound of his congestion-muddled voice.

“How you feeling, love?” She wondered if he would admit it outright or maybe he just looked worse than he felt. However, just feeling his hot skin against her own she could definitely feel a fever on him.

“Tired ad sore” Penelope raised a brow at this and pushed back his hair from his face.

“You sure you’re not feeling adything else, like…sick?” She asked, Odysseus sniffled thickly sounding like he could barely get any air through his nose at all. The poor guy was already a bit flushed and hot to the touch, his nose was a little red from congestion alone and his sinuses looked a little swollen.

“Guh snrrrck its just allergies” He claimed, Penelope knew where this was going, of course he was not going to admit it. However, she was not any better about it.

“Well, Dio’s coming over since he’s dnot feeling well either.” A low hum and rumble came as Odysseus sat up in bed and looked at her confusedly.

“ Either? You okay?” He asked in return, his sleepy congested brain still not fully awake quite yet to figure it out. To be honest, Penelope didn’t sound too bad but still wasn’t great.

“Its just the sniffles, dnothing too bad” She lied, Odysseus huffed and pulled her close and kissed her forehead.

“Oh Pene, did you overwork yourself agaid?” Well, he wasn’t wrong on that front, Penelope did tend to take on a lot or get pulled into cases that interrupted her time to relax. She had gone multiple shifts with barely much time to sit down between. Even when she did she was still busy and her mind too focused on the task at hand to remember basic things like food or water or sleep sometimes. So it was no wonder she felt so awful, she had pulled multiple long shifts this week during cold and flu season.

“That’s dnot imbportant, besides you have a fever and you sound like you can barely breathe.” Penelope dismissed while grabbing the box of tissues from the nightstand. The box was already a little less than halfway full, so here’s to hoping Diomedes would bring tissues over. Just as she brought the box over soft hiccupping breaths got her attention.

“Just in time” She giggled softly and snatched up a few tissues to press to Odysseus’s twitching nose. His eyes half-lidded starting to close with each breath, his hand gently clasped around her wrist as he gasped sharply. His head realed back a bit and his shoulders hiked up before it all came crashing down.

“Hh!!hHRSSCHHeeuhhw! Hh!!hHRSSCHHeeuhhw! Heeehg! Hh!!hHRSSCHHeeuhhw!” Three loud bed-shaking sneezes rocked the soldier’s body against his wife’s. Penelope could feel just how wet they were the dampness of the spray-soaked tissues seeping into her palm. She adjusted her hand securely around his nose and told him to blow his nose. And sure enough, it proved just how congested he was, as if his snoring was not already enough proof. She gently massaged his sinuses to try and make it easier, she could feel the flood of it against her hand by the end while her other hand rubbed soft circles against his back. When he finished she tossed the used tissue into a waist basket beside the bed while Odysseus leaned against his wife’s frame with glassy half-lidded eyes pinkened cheeks and a lip-parted frown.

“Ugh this is awful” He groaned, Penelope kept rubbing his back as Odysseus shivered weakly against her.

“I know hodey, you look like you’ve caught the worst of it” She cooed and kissed the top of his head. Just as she settled back down with him there was a knock at the door.

“Ah sdff must be Diomedes” Penelope said as she started to slip out of bed, Odysseus whined and grabbed at her pajama shirt with a doe-eyed look. Penelope had to tell him she’d come right back as she pulled the covers over him so he wouldn’t feel too cold before she went to let Diomedes in. Padding down the stairs she opened the door to a rather disheveled Diomedes. Dressed in a pair of oversized sweats and a jumper and jacket, his brown skin slightly ashen with a slight flush, his nose an obvious red- most likely from all the rubbing he’d been doing- and a feverish glassy look in his deep brown eyes.

“Oh Dio, hud you look awful” Penelope stepped aside to let him in while Diomedes slipped off his shoes and shrugged off his jacket.

“You dod’t look so good yourself Ped sssrdddk, but yeah this shit’s kickig by ass.” He huffed with a deadness behind his eyes and a deep frown on his face. Penelope noticed the grocery bags in his hands and asked what all he got.

“Sobe extra strength cold bmdicine, Tylenol, a few boxes of tissues, cough drops, figured it’d be rude to cobe with dnothig if i’b askig to crash here.” He listed it all off opening the bag to show her all that was inside, she smiled as the door was kicked shut behind him.

“Alright, come on you look like you could use a dnap. Ody ad I have beed cooped up id our roob, you head on id I’ll grab sobe extra blankets” She instructed softly as they headed towards the stairs, Diomedes nodded with a slight chuckle.

“Eved when you’re sick you’re still trying to take care of people, you nurses do make the worst patients~” He joked sweetly as they both went up the stairs. Just as they made it up to the floor a sudden “Hh!!hHRSSCHHeeuhhw!” bellowed out from the bedroom. Diomedes walked in to see Odysseus hunched over with his nose buried in a couple of tissues, he looked like another sneeze was on the way. Diomedes leaned against the door frame as he watched the shorter man build up all over again. Watching his chest heaving, his eyes flutter and shut with tears in the corners, one hand holding the tissues to his nose the other holding onto the blankets his grip tightening right as he sneezed.

“Heehhh Huhhhhh Huh! Hh!!hHRSSCHHeeuhhw!” Another wet sneeze threw his body forwards.

“Bless you! Jeez you done over there or is it safe to get in without gettig throwd off?” Diomedes said with a slight laugh, Odysseus looked at him from across the bed before rolling his eyes and gurgly blowing his nose without an answer. Diomedes strolled on over setting the supplies down as he crawled into bed.

“Aw dno hello, how rude~ Dnice to see you too Mr dramaking” Odysseus flipped him off before tossing the tissues into the waste basket.

“Oh look what the cat dragged id, you look like shit” He quipped back with a glare and rough rub of his wrist against his nose. Diomedes folded his arms over his chest as he looked at Ody’s nose cautiously

“Thagks you too, you look like death od wheels. You good or do I gotta worry about bmount Odysseus eruptig agaid?” “Oh ahaha-heh!” Just his damn luck, Diomedes leaned away just as Odysseus grabbed another tissue to urgently press against his nose. Diomedes knew that face, brace for impact!

“Hh!!hHRSSCHHeeuhhw!” Diomedes watched Ody’s body throw itself again with that sneeze, his whole body tensed while the bed rocked and the backboard hit against the wall.

“Gods above bless you!” Diomedes replied with mild amazement, it never failed to surprise him when Odysseus sneezes. When the brunette finally sat up with a miserable look on his face he finally uttered a “thagks”.

“Jeez ad I thought I had it bad with being kept up add dnight” Diomedes commented, then Penelope walked in with some blankets and a couple of heat compresses.

“Bless you, hud, those were big, you alright?” She asked, Odysseus grumbled and pointed at Diomedes.

“He’s beig bmead” Penelope giggled as she handed them both a heat pack and a couple of blankets.

“Alright you two dno fighting, you’re too sick for that, here” They each too their blankets while Penelope made her way into the space between them. She didn’t grab a blanket for herself sitting on top of the covers instead of getting under.

“You’re dnot cold, Ped?” Diomedes asked, Penelope shook her head while she tied her hair up.

“Dno I feel too hot” Diomedes frowned and asked where her thermometer was.

“Top drawer of the dnight stand” She answered, Diomedes nodded and rummaged around till he found the digital thermometer.

“I wadda see what your temperature is” He said while holding the tool out, Penelope shook her head dismissively.

“Its fide Dio, dear, pretty sure you and Odysseus are much worse off. I’mb just a bit word out and stuffy koff koff” Diomedes raised an eyebrow at that.

“You sound like you have a cough and your face is flushed.” Penelope crossed her arms still trying to deny it.

“I’ll be fide Dio, cobe on i can handle the sniffles.” “Quit trying to play tough dnurse whed you’re sigk, Ped, it wodt get you very far” He said firmly, Odysseus sat up and made a bargain.

“If you let Dio take your temp you cad check ours” Then Penelope looked over at Odysseus.

“Someode finally admitting they’re sick?” She asked, Odysseus swore under his breath and sighed.

“Fuck! Yeah yeah, guess so.” “Fine, but I’m sure its nothing” With that agreement she let Diomedes slip the thermometer under her tongue. They had barely waited a few seconds until a tickle seemed to spark, her nose scrunched up and wriggled around flushing pink in irritation. But that didn’t seem to help, it got stronger practically surging through her making her scramble to try and hold back. She pinched at her nose just as her breath started to hitch but that would only keep it down for so long. She had to remind herself it wouldn’t be much longer but each second was just making it worse! When it finally beeped and Diomedes took it out her breaths turned sharp and gaspy with a slight squeak to them right before the fit came.

“Ht’khschh! Hehh ht’khschh!! Ht’khschh! Ht’khschh! Heehhh ht’khschh!” Each sneeze tensing her body, they were short but they weren’t too soft so they had her jerking forward quite a bit. Odysseus wrapped an arm around her and held her up uttering gentle words as he grabbed for the last tissue in the box on the bed. He pushed her steepled hands away from her face in time to catch a few more.

“That’s it, sweetheart, there you go, bless you!” Diomedes reached into the grocery bag to pull out a fresh box and placed it in the middle of them all. When the fit subsided she let out a heavy ‘guuughh’ and leaned into Odysseus’s shoulder to catch her breath while he cleaned her up.

“Sorry, whad’s it say?” She asked before grabbing a tissue to blow her nose. “100.7” Diomedes announced “Just barely a fever” “Correctiod, its a low grade fever pushing to 101. It’s still a fever, Ped” Diomdes countered, Penelope groaned in annoyance cause she knew damn well he was not wrong.

“Aaaw baby, it’ll be alright” Odysseus reassured pressing a kiss with his fever-warm lips to her forehead. She nuzzled into him shortly before remembering the other end of the deal.

“Alright Dio, you’re next let's get a number od that temp of yours” “A deal’s a deal’” He shrugged and took his temperature, his came out to 100.9. Next was Odysseus who turned out to be 101.

“Oh look at you, Odysseus Ithesia, the over achiever~” Diomedes teased, that sure explained why he felt and looked so bad he had a fever that would be pushing high if it wasn’t looked after properly.

“Okay medicine tibe” Penelope said while reaching into the bag and pulling out the liquid medicine, Both men’s faces scrunched up and they leaned away.

“I dod’t wadda” They whined, Penelope rolled her eyes. “Well you dod’t have a choice, its dnot that bad” Famous last words. She poured them each a dose as well as herself and they took it like a shot in hopes they would dodge the taste but in the end they were all left gagging and coughing.

“Oh, that’s rancid!” Odysseus exclaimed while balling up a fist over his mouth “I hate it so bmuch” Penelope said lowly “You’re tellig bme I’b too stuffed up to taste a drink but I cad tastes this horrible shit” Diomedes grumbled. He pulled the blankets around himself as a chill ran up his spine and he sunk under the covers and nestled up to Penelope’s side. A man on either side of her, she was practically encased in heat from their fevers even if they felt cold. Penelope fanned at her face before slipping off her shirt and tossing it aside as the overhead fan blew its cool air down finally cooling her off. Then she could feel a set or two of eyes staring at her and when she looked down she saw both Diomedes and Odysseus staring with eyes and blush on their face. Her brows as she sighed.

“you two act like you haven’t seed them’b before” Odysseus muttered something she couldn’t make out but Diomedes seemed to while they both averted their eyes for a moment to gather their composure. Just as they settled down Diomedes grunted and groaned, his hand coming up to rub and grab roughly at his nose. Soft squishes and squelches came as he moved his nose around snuffling trying to get some air through until his breath started to catch.

“Heeghh Huhhh Huhhhh huuuuhhhggghh!” His chest would rise and fall, stuttering through his drawn-out breaths as his eyes became bleary. His hand just barely brought the tissue up to his red nose only for him to sigh and everything went slack while he scrubbed at his nose with a snarled.

“Stupid fuckig thig, dneeds to stop teasig be.” Penelope turned towards him with a soft ‘aaaw’, her black eyes softened.

“Dneed some help, hud?” He nodded pitifully, his body still shivering under the blankets as he let got of his nose. Penelope gently started massaging at his sinuses his nose was hot to the touch and definitely felt swollen and full.

“Goodness hud, your nose is really stuffed up.” Diomedes’s face scrunched up and squirmed feeling the congestion shift to the front of his nose.

“Kept be up all dnight betweed dripping all over bme ah adhhh ad Hehh! Ugh getting all clogged up’b. Beed blowing it all dnight” “Oh you poor thing, and even after all that you’re so full of cold” Her voice was gentle even though it was strained and heavy with congestion. She still sounded better than he did. Diomedes’s voice had dropped an octave with a slight rasp and heavy mudding of congestion. It was low and slow as if it took him a bit to find his words and get them out, no doubt the stuffiness and fever were the culprits. He sure looked like had stayed up all night, dark circles under his eyes were evidence of that. However, Penelope couldn’t help but yawn as drowsiness from the medicine was coming on hard.

“Take a dnap, Ped” Diomedes suggested-more like a soft command- between trying to blow his nose in an effort to get some air through it.

“Dno dno, I’ll be fide, besides you haved’t slept all dnight.” “I’ll fall asleep evedtually, dod’t worry about it” He said with a wave of his hand, Penelope sighed knowing she was not going to win with battle, and lay down.

“Alright, but whed I wake up I’ll bmake us sobe soup, I thigk we’ll dneed it” She muttered as her eyes started to close and within minutes she was asleep.

Now leaving Odysseus and Diomedes to their own device. At first, things were fine, they could handle themselves. That was until Odysseus had to sneeze. He had been rubbing at his nose, scrunching it up and wiggling it around trying to quell the tickle in his nose that had been trying to take hold of him.

“You godda live?” Diomedes asked, Odysseus side eyed him while massaging the bridge of his nose then hitching harshly.

“Oh fuuugghhh Fuck off!” He grumbled lowly, Diomedes rolled his eyes and said.

“Well dod’t wake her up” “I-I’b trying dnot tuuh huh! Too” But Diomedes knew that look, that out-of-focus, twitchy-nosed lips parted look. The way his chest swelled from building up, there was no turning back. He moved Penelope to the outer side of the bed putting himself in the middle and pulling Odysseus to his chest.

“Just get it over with,” He said his strong arms wrapped around the other. With the invitation given his nose took it, with a sharp gasp Odysseus ducked down into Diomede’s clothed chest. One hand grabbed at the sweatshirt he wore, the other at his bicep.

“HEhhhg! Hh!!hHRSSCHHeeummmpphh! Hh!!hHRSSCHHeeummmphhh! Hh!!hHRSSCHHeeuhmmmpphhh! Huugh! Hh!!hHRSSCHHeeummphh!” His body rocked harshly against Diomede’s frame, his sore body jerked and tensed as he sneezed. Diomedes could feel his shirt getting wet, a warm dampness oozed through the fabric just barely pressing into his skin. It was like a splatter getting bigger until he had managed to stop for a second. Odysseus pulled away with thin strings still connecting to Diomedes’s shirt from his bright red and still twitching nose.

“Oh shit, you’re not done” But this time Odysseus scrambled off the bed and out of the room just a few steps into the bathroom just in time for another around. A soft whine came from behind Diomedes, he looked over to see Penelope stirring a little. Her eyes fluttered open as she rolled over.

“What’s happendig?” She asked right as another

“Hh!!hHRSSCHHeeuhhw!” Could be heard from the bathroom, Diomedes brushed a lock of hair from Penelope’s face as he chuckled.

“Your husband’s nose decided to put on a show~” He joked, and showed her his mess and spray-splattered shirt.

“He did’t wand to wake you up, ad I tried to help, but well I guess that did’t work out” Penelope nodded as she sat up and started to get out of bed.

“Where are you goig?” Asked Diomedes, however, Penelope could hardly make it a few steps without staggering backward to the bed.

“To bmake soup, snrrrff snnddk remember said I’d bmake soup koff koff koff whed I wake up” Diomedes shook his head.

“Oh dno you’re dnot, you cad hardly stay od your feet.” Penelope huffed at him with her arms foldeed “You’re dnot ady better, you look like you dneed a steamby shower or sobe soup” Diomedes stretched as he stood up slowly.

“Well I thigk we all dneed sobethig to clear our heads, and sobe soup. I’b dnot id the bmood to cook and you’re id dno coditiod. I wodt eved combent od, Odysseus.” Then a distant

“Hey! I heard thad- Hh!!hHRSSCHHeeuhhw!” “Good!” Diomedes shouted back only for his throat to hate him for it made him cough. “Thend what are you doing?” Penelope asked, he came around to her side and picked her up almost tossing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Godda bmake a steam bowl and order soup.” He grabbed the two boxes of tissues with a blanket around his shoulders as he headed for the stairs. As they left the room, Penelope saw Odysseus in the bathroom and called out

“Help I’mb being kidnapped” In a gradey weak but playful voice, Odysseus looked over and laughed asking what they were doing.

“Grab the blankets and cobe dowd stairs when you’re dode blowing the roof off the bathroom, i’mb baking a steam bowl.” Diomeedes said as he walked down the stairs to the living room. He sets Penelope onto the couch carefully and she gives him a pout.

“Didn’t dneed to throw me over your shoulder like that, you’re rough” Diomedes smirked at her as he dropped the tissues beside her.

“Oh please you like it whed I’mb rough~” Penelope’s face turned bright red at the rebuttal right as Ody came down the stairs.

“What’s got you blushing?” He asked with a blanket around his shoulders and the supplies in hand. “Dno-dnothig” Penelope stuttered then pulled Odysseus onto the couch as Diomedes went off to the kitchen. Odysseus cuddled up to her, their legs entangled under a blanket as they got comfortable.

“How are you feeling, Pede?” Odysseus asked, Penelope sighed as she unwrapped a cough drop.

“Tired, still hot but dnot as bmuch as before, still codgested though. What about you, I heard you sdeezig fromb the bathroom” Odysseus blushed with a slight wide-eyed expression of embarrassment.

“Sorry I tried to keep frob wakig you” “Its okay I know you can’t help it, your poor dnose is so red though hodey” She pointed out while cupping his face, though she failed to notice her own was acting up. Odysseus smiled and reached for a couple of tissues seeing her nose flush red and her nostrils flaring. They sniffled wetly, the congestion already seeming to turn liquid but still clogging her up.

“I thigk your dnose is godda dneed by attedtiod right dnow” Penelope had hardly noticed the tickle creeping through her nose until Odysseus had the tissues just close enough to her face for her to gasp sharply and duck into them.

“Hhuuhh heeh! Ht’khschh! Ht’khschh! Ht’khschh! Ht’khschh! Heeeh? Ht’khschh!” Once she started it it was not easy to stop, each gasp was like quick gulps of air. Her chest rising and fell intensely, each sneeze sending more cords of mess down her face like her body was trying any way to get this cold out of her.

“Ht’khschh ht’khschh ht’khschh! Heehh hghhht’khschh! Ht’khschh! Uuuughh” Finally it seemed to stop for a second, panting softly for air.

“That's bmy girl, you dode?” Odysseus asked, before she could even answer her nose did it for her. “Ht’khschh!” One last sneeze scraped through her sore throat tossing her forwards against Odysseus’s chest. He ‘awed’ softly at her as he cleaned her up.

“Aw baby, there you go, aw bmy poor dnurse” Penelope leaned into Odysseus as she tried to catch her breaths between coughs and sniffles. The energy depleting as her voice was lower from the fits of sneezes clawing through her throat while her head swam for a minute.

“Nngguughh this cold is awful” She groaned, Odysseus rubbed his palm against her back in a soothing motion while she curled up in his arms.

“I kdnow love, I’mb right here” She looked up at him with teary dim eyes, Odysseus could feel his heart breaking into multiple pieces. He hated seeing her so worn down like this, especially when he was hardly in any condition to help much. He reached for his phone and ordered soup on a delivery app, it may not be his wife’s soup but it would be something, and they all needed it.

“Just relax love,” He said softly kissing her forehead.

After a few minutes of sniffling, snuffling, and wet sneezes, Diomedes came around the corner with a large bowl.

“Alright you two, I put Sobe Vicks id the steab bowl lets cross our fingers and hope this does sobething” He set it on the coffee table in front of them and sat down beside them. One at a time sticking their head under a towel to keep the heat in, taking in the moist heat. It took a round or two for things to start moving along. The thick “sdddrcckc sdddooor snddk” started to loosen up into something much wetter, something easier to expel through a fit like Odysseus was having at the moment.

“Heeeh hehhghh Hh!!hHRSSCHHeeuhhw! Hh!!hHRSSCHHeeuhhw! Hh!!hHRSSCHHeeuhhw! HeehHh!!hHRSSCHHeeuhhw!” You could hear the snot filling the tissue each time but it was finally coming out. However Diomedes was still struggling, he sat up from under the steam bowl. It did good at making him feel warm but his nose was still bothered.

“Guugh this is goig to drive bme crazy” Diomedes growled while scrubbing his fist under his nose after a long unfulfilling build-up of hitching and no sneezes. With their heads a lot clearer and a second wind in them Odysseus and Penelope gave one another a look. Odysseus pushed Diomedes against the couch having him lean a bit into his shoulder while Penelope scooted into Diomedes’s lap.

“Oh you poor thing, your poor nose just can’t seem to decide on what it wants. Its so tickly but you’re just so congested” She purrs sweetly, a smirk on her lips. One of her hands cupped his fever-warmed face, while the other started to trace her fingers along the bridge of his nose. His nostrils flared under her touch, as he stiffened for a moment, his eyes fluttering distantly as he stuttered.

“Whahh what are you duh doig?” His hands finding their place on her hips as Ody spoke up.

“Finally taking care of our boyfriend, poor baby you sound terrible. Your nose tickles so bmuch doesn’t it~?” Odysseus’s voice filled with a playful edge, blush spread across Diomedes’s face but he leaned into it. Instead, his hitching grew deeper, more vocal than before.

“I-i ceeehh caddhh cadt heehh, I-’mb ttuhh too cuuhhcogested” His lips quivering as beads of snot trickled down his nose, Penelope’s fingers worked along the overly upset appendage.

“I know big guy, you’re so full of cold, its time we get it out of you. Been keeping it all inside. Shhhh yeah there you go” His grip on her waist tightened a little as tears formed in the corners of his eys, her fingers brushing along his septum and drippy nostrils, swirling her nails against the shivering rims.

“Heeeegh Heggghh! Heeehhggh! Suhh so club huhhh close!” He was leaning towards her touch desperately almost chasing it as if she’d take it away and leave him back at square one and probably even more stuffed up. Odysseus was holding him securely with a devious grin.

“Its so big isn’t it Dio, so tickly, I bet seeing me and Penelope sneezing has been torture for you. How much its been building up. I think I know how to make it better~” Odysseus flashed a look at Penelope whose grin widened and she leaned forward and delivered a quick but ticklish kiss to Diomede’s nose. His eyes shut tight as he gasped deeply and reeled back before barrelling forward into an intense fit.

“Hh-uh…UTSscchheuuhww! UTSscchheuuhww! UTSscchheuuhww! Huuhgh huhh!UTSscchheuuhww!” The first fit she had hardly remembered to grab any tissues but seeing the mess spilling down his face, Penelope had the mind to snatch up a few to cradle his nose into.

“There you guy big guy, goodness your nose has been aching to sneeze huh” She said as he started to hitch again, his shoulders jumped and hiked as he crumbled into the next fit. Odysseus made sure to keep a hold of him so he would not fall forward.

“hHEH-ESSCHHheuhww! Hehhgh hHEH-ESSCHHheuhww! hHEH-ESSCHHheuhww! Hehh! Hehhh! hHEH-ESSCHHheuhww!” The tissues in Penelope’s hand were quickly becoming useless, and it seemed the fit was dying down for a moment. This time Odysseus grabbed some and reached around to hold them to Diomedes’s nose

“Come on give me a nice big blow” He took a deep breath and blew hard. The tissue grew warm with mess quickly but was only rendered completely useless with one last

“hHEH-ESSCHHheuhww!” That sent a heavy amount of mess out of the older man. Finally, it stopped, as he tried to catch his breath he took a few test sniffles and sighed in relief.

“Oh that’s so much better” He knew it was temporary but he would take the win.

“That's good hun, you sound better,” Penelope noticed as she and Odysseus disregarded the tissues into the trash. Diomedes leaned into Odysseus’s shoulder with a nod taking another breath through his nose. His eyelids were heavy and his upper body felt like it had gone through hell, but at least he could breathe. Odysseus chuckled as he gave a playful pat against DIomede’s chest.

“Try and get some rest, you sure are gonna dneed it to get through this cold.” Diomedes nodded as he snuggled in between the married couple. Penelope grabbed a blanket and draped it over the larger man’s body along with her husband.

“I’ll wake you two up when the soup gets here” She promised

[dr-ground-zero]

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–

[dr-ground-zero]

First Christmas

(do I care that its literally june? no. i'm making a christmas fic bc my brain demanded it. And its a Modern Epic the musical AU for Theoclymenus and Telemachus. @goodlucksnez inspired this)) ((There will be mess, nothing crazy but its there ^^))

It was a nasty evening outside, the snow was coming down hard almost whiting out everything that was a few feet in front of them. And Theo was heading back inside the dormitory with a frown on his face as he stared down at the text on his snowflake-covered phone. He shuddered and coughed as he was preparing to take his luggage back up the elevator right as his phone rang. His teeth chattered as he staggered his stiff aching body to sit on a couch in the lobby before answering.

“Hey-hey! Tele-Telebmachus!” Theo cringed at the crack and congestion in his voice. “Hey, love! You okay? Did you make it home?” Telemachus asked, Theo tried to talk but was interrupted by a small fit of coughs and thick sniffles.

“Sorry sorry sddfff sddrkk, ub dno I didn’t-” “What why? Also, you don’t sound well” Theo let out a dry bitter chuckle as he remembered the text he received.

“They couldn’t cobe, so I’mb heading back idside, godda stay id the dormbs for the holidays.” “What!? Didn’t they tell you this morning or yesterday night they’d be coming to get you?” “Yeah yeah, but I guess they decided it was too bmuch, its fide, i’m heading back dnow, i-i’ll hehh! Heeeehhhg! Ugh i’ll be fide” Theo knew damn well he wasn’t very convincing at the moment, but he really didn’t need to sneeze right now!

“I’m coming to get you” Telemachus announced, Theo almost jumped up if not for how sore and stiff he felt. He shuddered as the harsh breeze seeped through the front door that did not seem to know how to keep the cold air out and warm air in. Or they shut off the heat during the holidays.

“Dno dno!” Theo tried to protest “You don’t dneed to, I’ll be fide id the dormbs” “I’m not going to let you spend Christmas alone, especially when it sounds like you’ve got the sniffles love.” Theo shook his head as if he were right in front of Telemachus.

“Dno dno I cad’t, your parents are hosting and I can’t just crash od theb like that” “Shush, its fine Theo, you know they won't mind, I think they’d be upset with me for acting on Xenia. Now sit tight, I’m coming to get you.” Telemachus’s voice leaves no room to argue but is not hard and demanding. Theo knew he would not win this ‘fight’, he knew that when Telemachus made a decision he was going to stick with it.

Theo got himself comfortable on the couch wrapped up in a soft jacket while he waited.

The longer he waited the worse he felt, he hugged his knees to his chest he could certainly feel has a slight rasp and rattle. Each swallow made him wince while he snorted and snuffled through a teasing tickle that just left him more congested. Not to mention the cold was not doing him any favors.

Finally, a set of headlights shined through the snow and a car comes into view honking the horn. Theo slowly rose to his feet with a slight stutter step while grabbing some of his bags. Telemachus started to make his way over to him. Telemachus came in with a smile till it felt with what was most likely concern, his brows knitted as he came up to Theo.

“Hey, love! Oh my gods, you look awful!” Theo muffled a wet sniffle and cough as he replied.

“Thagks, sorry you had to cobe ad get bme” Telamchus shook his head and pulled Theo into a hug.

“Don’t be, I’m just glad you’re safe, and you’re not gonna be alone now.” Theo leaned into him a little melting into his boyfriend’s touch.

“You’re sick aren’t you baby?” Telemachus asked, Theo shrugged while shivering.

“Its just the sdiffles” Telemachus’s hands brushed around Theo’s body and shuddered at the sting of the darker boy’s cold skin against his lightly tanned one. He started to rub his hands against Theo’s skin for warmth through friction.

“Baby, you’re freezing! Okay come on let's get you in the car, I’ll grab your bags.” Telemachus started ushering Theo out to the car while he grabbed his bags. Cranking up the heat and settling in for the ride, Telemachus got in the driver's seat and started the car. Theo curled up in his seat pressing the melted snow-damp sleeve to his running nose to try and keep it all contained.

“Snnnfff snrrff snrruufff shrrrck ugh koff koff!” “There should be some tissues in the glove compartment, sounds like you need’em” Telemachus mentioned, Theo blushed but clicked open the compartment and picked up the box. It was not full but it was still something, he took a couple and blew his nose, keeping the box in his lap afterward.

“Theo, how long were you waiting for your parents? You still seemed to be waiting when I left” Theo got quiet, shifting uncomfortably in his seat with his eyes shifting down at the box of tissue.

“30 bmidutes” He muttered but Telemachus was not buying it. “You wouldn’t be this bad sounding or sad, if it were only 30 minutes” Telemachus pressed gently at the subject. There was a bit of a long silence before Theo managed another answer though his voice was quieter and as if he were expecting to be lectured.

“….ad hour and thirty minutes maybe longer…” Telemachus’s head whipped around at him briefly then back at the road.

“Theo, you stood out there for over an hour?! They had you waiting out there for almost 2 hours to tell you they couldn’t come get you?” He asked like he could not believe it, Theo nodded with a shrug.

“Its dno big deal-” But Telemachus was not going to let that slide.

“Like hell its not, they waited all day just to tell you at the last minute, baby that’s fucked up!” Theo lulled his head against the seatbelt to rest his aching head with a soft groan. This seemed to quiet Telemachus a little, his voice softer.

“Well you’re not going to be alone now, I already let my parents know I was coming to get you. Though I hope you wont mind the fact they’ll have some guest over.” Theo could feel his heart flutter at the love and warmth in Telemachus’s words. His words were like a promising warm hug.

“Sorry you had to cobe ad get bme” Telemachus waved him off with a click of his tongue.

“No apologizing mister, you can’t help the fact your parents abandoned you on Christmas Eve. Besides, It’ll be our first Christmas together!” There was a giggle at the end with a wide smile pulling at Telemachus’s lips, his fingers drumming along the steering wheel as he would glance occasionally at Theo who couldn’t help but smile in return.

Driving through the snow was certainly prettier than standing in it. Seeing the neighborhoods with their lights and decorations and thick pillows of snow. They pulled up to the driveway and Telemachus helped Theoclymenus inside as he called out.

“Hey mom, dad! We’re here!” Telemachus announces as they step inside, Theo is not far behind as he shuts the door and slips his shoes off on the mat. Penelope is the first to greet them as she exits the kitchen through the main hallway.

“Hi dears! Glad you made it!” Though she paused and her eyes softened upon seeing Theo. “Oh Theo, hun you don’t look so good!” She came over gently reaching for a hug though as soon as her skin touched his even through his hoodie-that was not very thick- she jerked away.

“Goodness, you’re soaked and cold, dear! Were you out in the cold? Looks like you’ve caught one too” Ever the observant woman she was, her hands then pressed against Theo’s cheeks and forehead as she muttered a soft swear when all she was getting was ice cold.

“Yeah I-I was for a bit-” “You were out there waiting for your parents for over an hour.” Telemachus corrected, Theo knew Telemachus was not going to let him downplay the situation so he didn’t try to cover it up with a lie. Penelope’s eyes widened with a mix of emotions behind them.

“Are you serious, they left you standing out in the cold that long! No wonder you’re practically a popsicle!” She then gave a sharp nod to Telemachus who picked up Theo’s bags and was ready to head upstairs as she gave the game plan.

“Alright let's get you warmed up you already sound like you’ve caught something with the way you’re breathing. I don’t want you getting worse. I’ll have a hot water bottle warmed up for you in a minute, go with Telemachus.” She instructed gently but firmly. Theo nodded and followed his boyfriend up the stairs to Telemachus’s bedroom where he changed his clothes. Telemachus has him slip under the covers and oh boy did this feel better. He wore one of Telemachus’s jumpers so it was a little baggy on him, combined with sweatpants and being under a nice layer of thick bed sheets, oh this was great! Even if it didn’t totally knock out that horrid chill making his whole body stiff and achy, it was comforting, to say the least. His shoulders went down from their hiked-up position and the sting of the cold melted away.

Though he couldn’t have peace for long, of course not, not with this cold. His lips slowly parted as soft long drawn out gasps slipped through, his eyes went half-lidded and his nose reddened in irritation standing out against his dark brown skin. Telemachus seemed to notice but right as he did the sneeze seemed to ebb away leaving Theo sighing and coughing.

“Ugh koff koff lost it koff” Telemachus cringed at the coughing and rolled up his sleeves. “Oh love, you really don’t sound good” He went over to a cubby space and pulled out a bag before bringing it to the bed.

“Lets see what this could be, I wanna make sure its at the very least not pneumonia, or see what we’re dealing with” In the bag was a selection of medical supplies. A thermometer, pen light, stethoscope, blood pressure cuff, and side piece, among other things. However, he only pulled out the thermometer and stethoscope. Telemachus slung the Stethoscope around his neck and held out the thermometer.

“You know how this goes, under your tongue, love.” Theo was a paramedic so this was not unfamiliar in general however, it did feel strange being the one to be the patient this time. He does obey quietly opening his mouth to accept the tool under his tongue. He was still shivering under the covers but they did not know whether he had a fever or was struggling to warm up. He heard Telemachus coo softly at him as he climbed onto the bed sitting on the edge with a sympathetic half smile. Telemachus’s hands pushed back some of his black curls that flopped in Theo’s face out of the way, then cupped his cheeks.

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry.” Theo only thickly sniffled in response while leaning into the brunette’s touch. It always felt so good to have Telemachus touch him when he felt so bad. It was like a promise of their still-growing relationship. Once the tool beeped Telemachus pulled it out and frowned.

“100.9, a low-grade fever but seems like your body can’t decide on it from the way you’re shivering” Then Theo’s nose started up again, it twitched and scrunched up. Wriggling around and nostrils flaring while dripping down his face like a broken faucet. His chest started to heave with a slight rasp through his hitching.

“Heeeeghh Heeehhhg Eeeehhh heh!” His eyes squinted and his lips in a slight snarl. “Oh cuuhh huhhh cobe uuh od!” He grumbled frustratedly while the tickle taunted him kicking up and slowing down leaving him gasping. Telemachus chuckled and leaned closer while grabbing a couple of tissues and pressing them to Theo’s nose.

“Oh poor baby, this is such a tickly cold, isn’t it? You’re so cold too aren’t you? Feeling like you can’t get warm~” A slight purr in his tone with a smirk, the tickle started flooding through Theo’s nose, his nostrils flaring widely as he leaned towards the tissues. His hand came up behind Telemachus’s right as the feeling crescendoed into a flurry of sneezes.

“Huhh’SCHhhtt’hhuww! Huhh hehh Huhh’SCHhhtt’hhuww! Huhh’SCHhhtt’hhuww! Heeehh Huhh’SSSSCCHCHhhtt’hhuuuww!” Each sneeze makes Theo’s body lurch forward, they’re long, wet, and drawn out. By the end, the tissues are thoroughly soaked against his boyfriend’s hand.

“You done, baby?” Telemachus asks, Theo nods his body slumping towards his lazily as he tries to catch his breath.

“Yea i’b dode sddrrck koff kofff guh” Telemachus tossed the soiled tissues while his other hand rubbed soothing circles into Theo’s back reminding him to breathe.

“That sure was a lot for you. Alright, let me listen to your chest” Telemachus put the stethoscope earpieces into his ears while holding the diaphragm. Theo sat up against the pillows of the bed while Telemachus slipped the disk under his shirt and pressed it to his chest. A hard shudder crawled up his spine and he whined.

“That’s cold!” Telemachus laughed a little and said a small apology as he listened. The firefighter in training hummed with furrowed brows while moving the diaphragm of the stethoscope around Theo’s chest.

“What is it?” Theo asked, but instead of a verbal answer at first, Telemachus took the Stethoscope off and pressed his chest right against Theo’s chest. Theo blushed hard when Telemachus’s arms wrapped around his torso to pull him close.

“You-you getting a better listed or sobething?” He asked through flustered stuttering.

“Yeah I am, sounds like this cold is going to your chest a bit,” Telemachus says with his ear still pressed to Theo’s chest for a few moments till he sits up and says.

“Come on, time to tell me how you’re feeling, and don’t try and sugarcoat it.” Theo’s flustered state pauses as he’s now confronted with the sobering feeling of just how bad he feels. Saying it out loud feels like he’s admitting defeat. He figured there was no running from it. “I feel awful, by head feels full, i’b so congested, I cad’t get warb, by throat hurts and it feels like this cold is goig to by chest” Telemachus slid in beside him after putting away his supplies keeping a few boxes of tissues as he pulled Theo to him.

“It definitely sounds like it's going to your chest, love and you sure do sound congested.” Theo let himself be pulled to Telemachus he laid his head against the shorter boy. He smiled a little when Telemachus wrapped his arms around him and pulled the covers over him.

“I’m gonna take care of you.” His voice was like a vow, something deep and heavy but not weighing so much that it felt suffocating but more comforting.

It wasn’t long till Penelope came into the room as promised with a hot water bottle and some medicine. Telemachus explained what he got when giving Theo a check-up. Penelope nodded and told him to let her know if things started to escalate.

“I’ll keep the door shut and try and keep the noise from downstairs low so you can rest, dear. And Telemachus, you know where the stuff to make soup is.” Telemachus nodded while Theo curled up around the hot water bottle.

“Yup I do, I’ll make some for him soon.” Ah yes, Penelope’s soup seemed to almost cure a cold pretty quickly or at least help fight one off faster than the normal 5-10 days. Theo had heard stories about that from Telemachus, guess he’d finally get to try it. Penelope left the room to go back down the stairs, with the door open for those few seconds you could hear guests arriving and greeting one another fondly. The Ithesia family was known for their hosting, Telemachus and some other classmates whose families were from the same military base as Telemachus often talked about it. How it hospitable, giving, and sweet Telemachus’s family could be. Of course, they were not pushovers, but for a military family, they were a lot gentler than most. They truly took the word community to heart. And right now with himself snuggled up on Telemachus’s chest with the hot water bottle pressed into him, Theo felt at peace. He still felt bad about it though. Telemachus has to take care of him instead of spending time at the Christmas party.

“You should go dowd there” Theo said quietly, Telemachus tilted his head in confusion.

“Huh? why?” “So you don’t bmiss the edtirety of your christbas party” Telemachus sighed and gave Theo a gentle squeeze and kiss on the forehead.

“I’m fine right where I am, as long as I get to spend Christmas with you I’m happy,” Telemachus replied, Theo sniffled again while nodding. Damn, he was starting to get way too stuffed up!

“Sndddrck sndddrck sdddrk! Guh” Before he could move a couple of tissues were being pressed to his nose.

“Let me do it, you seem worn out, go on blow.” There was a short inhale then a loud gurgly blow, you could hear the tissue getting filled with thick snot from the way it sounded. His nose squished and squelched between blows as he tried to empty it out, but feeling the mess dragging against the inflamed insides of his nose started up another tickle.

“Ooh dnot agaihh agaihhaaaiih agaid” Theoclymenus muttered against the bundle of tissues. Telemachus could feel the long yet sharp warm breaths against his hand and got the hint.

“Need to sneeze again?” Theo nodded as tears welled up in his eyes and his eyebrows creased upwards and nose twitched needily.

“Aw baby, you’re so full of this cold. How’s this?” He started to rub his thumb through the tissue against the tip of Theo’s nose and some of his septum. He can feel the other’s noe practically jumping at hs touch, trembling and running into already damp tissue. His breaths got a little shorter, gaspy, and air-hungry, his chest would heave again Telemachus’s. Finally, Telemachus pressed a short kiss to the lower bridge of Theo’s nose and that seemed to do the trick.

“Ehh! Huhh’SSSSCCHCHhhtt’hhuuuww! Huhh’SSSSCCHCHhhtt’hhuuuww! Huhh’SSSSCCHCHhhtt’hhuuuww! Huhh! Huhhhh Huhh’SSSSCCHCHhhtt’hhuuuww!” He sighed heavily forcing more snot out of his nose that did not seem to be done.

“I know you’re not done, baby, your nose is still so twitchy.” Telemachus cooed rustling the tissues against Theo’s nose again. He could hardly get out a word only to get interrupted by a heavy gasp and another fit of sneezes that rocked his body against his lover who wrapped an arm around him with a slight look of surprise at the force.

“Goodness bless you! You done?” He asked, Theo nodded finally letting Telemachus swap out the overly used tissues for fresh ones. Now revealing just how damage was done.

“Oh, Theo your poor nose!” It was a deep shade of red, swollen and warm to the touch, the rims of hs nostrils looked a bit of a brighter red as they flexed and flared trying to calm down from the previous fit.

“I hope I am’d, I dod’t wadda ever sdeeze like that agaid. Damb i just got by dnose clear.” His voice muddled and deeper as the congestion had shifted back to the front of his head clogging everything up. Telemachus cleaned up the mess running down from Theo’s nose as he listened.

“You really did catch the worst of it.” The brunette started to get up from the bed leaving Theo confused to he grabbed at the bottom of his shirt.

“Where are you going?” He asked with a slight rasp and rumble in his throat and chest making him cough again. His eyes were big and glassy with a pleading expression he did not even know he had on. Telemachus stayed near the edge of the bed, he did not pry Theo’s hands off of him. No, he would not do that, not when he looked at him as if he were going to be abandoned again. He would never dare to do such a thing to the man he loved so much. He rubbed his thumb against Theo’s shoulder as he answered him.

“I’m just going downstairs to make you some soup, you definitely need.” It had been quite a bit since had eaten, maybe since 2 pm or so? It was now 7 pm and Theo hardly remembered what he had at 2 since he had to put it down to hop on the ambulance and handle an emergency call. Oh the life of being a first responder, you learn to cherish your free time. His grip slowly loosened, he knew Telemachus would be right back yet. He was hesitant to let go, he was already missing his touch even if he was still right here. Then he felt a pair of warm hand cups around his face and a soft set of lips press to his own. Theo tried to pull away but his body did not want to, he wanted to stay close. He wanted their bodies pressed back together again, to feel the warmth of Telemachus enveloping him. To feel his strong body wrapped around him like he were something to protect.

“t-Telemachus” His voice was quiet and yearning like a prayer against his lips.

“I’ll be back” Telemachus reassured before slowly pulling against as soon as Theo had pulled away. When he left Theo curled himself up under the blankets, nuzzling against them to keep himself satiated until his boyfriend returned. He hardly noticed just how tired hee was until his shoulder was being shaken and he could barely make out his name being called.

“Eo! …Eo! Theo!” His eyes opened slowly while a yawn escaped him and he looked up to see Telemachus standing over him.

“Hmmmm’b?” Theo hummed groggily, Telemachus chuckled lightly as he spoke.

“Hey there sleepyhead, I made you some soup, think you can handle that?” Theo rubbed his eyes as he slowly sat himself up while nodding. Telemachus waited till the sick boy’s eyes were open and he was completely up before sliding a tray of soup into his lap and climbed into bed with him. The steam from the soup was already starting to loosen things up, his sniffles became wetter and more liquid-sounding. Swallowing a spoonfull or two already had his insides feeling warmer, not to mention the warm broth felt so soothing to his sore throat.

“Its really good” He murmured, Telemachus smiled and grabbed a tissue and pressed it back to Theo’s nose.

“Blow, I'm surprised you can taste anything” Another wet productive sounding blow followed as Theo put the spoon down.

“Guh that’s better, well I can’t exactly taste bmuch but it's warming me up and it's helping with all the congestion and my throat.” Telemachus tossed the tissues into the trashcan beside the bed and delivered a kiss to his forehead. He wrapped his arms back around Theo pulling him close so they could cuddle and let the other eat his soup.

“That’s good to hear, hopefully, this cold won't last too long for you, I’d hate for you to be miserable the entire holiday we have off,” Telemachus commented, Theo nodded with a sheepish smile

“Yeah, though i’d rather be sick whed I’b dnot worried about being on call” Telemachus giggled in agreement.

“You’re not wrong, it sucks when you’re sick on call. Besides I get to cuddle you as much as I want now.” This was better than being sick on shift, he had started feeling poorly since the start of their shift. So being out all day running in and out from the warm firehouse and then out into the cold for emergency calls had done quite a number. Though his earlier wait for his parents had seemed to make it much worse. It started from feeling run down and sniffly to now a full body fever and aches, a head cold that had his nose throwing a tantrum, and a need for comfort that it seemed only his boyfriend could fix. And on Christmas no less, a holiday many looked forward too, Theo sure did and so did Telemachus, but it did grant them the opportunity for their first one together. Then Theo remembered something.

“Oh! I made you a present!” He announced finally the brain fog clearing up, this sure got Telemachus’s attention. “Oh, what is it?” Theo pointed to his bookbag and told Telemachus to open the main compartment.

“I decided to put my minor in photography to use. There should be a box in there with your name on it” Telemachus slid towards the edge of the bed, picked up the backpack, and pulled out a wrapped rectangular box. It wasn’t too heavy but not exactly light. With curious brows, he opened it carefully while Theo watched his expression. Curiosity turned to a wide-eyed and wide grin as Telemachus pulled out a book labeled with their school year and their station number. Telemachus’s eyes shined as a soft gasp and an ‘oh my gods!’ came when he opened the book. He flipped through the pages that were filled with photos from their first year together and in school.

“Theo this is amazing! Oh my gods that’s us at the beach, and me when I fell asleep, how many firehats did you manage to stack?” “You were pretty knocked, pretty sure it was 12” Theo laughed, Telemachus continued to turn the pages his smile getting wider and his feet kicking softly in excitement. When he finally got to the end he pulled Theo in for a hug.

“I love it so much, Theo!” “I’mb glad!” Telemachus pressed him into another kiss just as Theo muttered “you’re godda get sick, ya know” Telemachus only giggled into the kiss again. Theo started to melt into it, however this moment could not go unruined by this cold of his. He could feel the tickle sparking with a fury. He hardly had any time to warn him, Theo just barely pushed himself away for a fit to interrupt their closeness and make a mess of him.

“Huhh’SSSSCCHCHhhtt’hhuuuww! Huhh’SSSSCCHCHhhtt’hhuuuww! HUhhh Huhh’SSSSCCHCHhhtt’hhuuuww! Huhhh! Huhh’SSSSCCHCHhhtt’hhuuuww” He didn’t even have time to grab a tissue to cover the onslaught of mess that oozed lower and lower down his face with each body shuddering sneeze. When hee finally finished he sniffled thickly and apologized.

“Guh, sorry for ruidig the bmobment” But Telemachus only laughed again while tending to him. Grabbing a bouquet of tissues to mop it all up and once again gently commanding the other to blow his nose for what felt like the millionth time today he had blown it.

“No need to apologize, merry Christmas, Theo” Just the feeling of the tissue brushing against his sensitive nose set him off for one last sneeze.

“Huhh’SSSSCCHCHhhtt’hhuuuww! Bmerry christbas Telebme”

[dr-ground-zero]

sooooo bc i'm way too into anyone in some sort of first responder or medical job getting sick...ya'll gotta deal with it

Firefighter with a cold trying to rub their nose while wearing their large jacket but the jacket's got like ash or soot on it. So it leaves ash/soot stain on the person's nose. Maybe it makes them more sneezy which only makes them rub at it more but they don't realize it