#mess warning

[lostsneeze]

Cold Space (F/F)

Yila was counting the minutes until her shift in the medbay ended in hot anticipation. She was a startling sight inside her containment suit; one look through the window of her helmet would be enough to tell she was suffering from a particularly vicious cold. To make matters worse, her restriction to the inside of the suit meant she couldn’t even clean up her own nose, and it had been clearly running unrestricted down her face for some time.

Her infection would’ve normally been a surprise, here on a starcruiser with a clearly functioning medbay in the most technologically advanced period of human history to date. In fact, Yila herself was an accomplished physician and could’ve treated herself for the virus with ease. But, noticing her blue skin and the row of small ridges just beneath her jet-black hair, anyone familiar with the federation’s medical practices would realize that she was an Acrturian, and therefore purposefully remaining sick.

Through the manipulation of morphogenetic fields, Yila’s species has the ability to engage in pseudo-telepathic communication between herself and other living organisms, even non-sapient ones. Being such a useful boon on spacefaring journeys where a crew can expect to encounter lifeforms of all kinds that they may have no clear way of communicating with, Arcturians are a frequent sight on federation starships. 

But there is one complication; Acrturians cannot interpret the thoughts, feelings or sensations of organisms they are totally unfamiliar with. A workaround to this was discovered in the form of using a mediating organism, until such a time as the familiarity could be achieved. After some research into the statistically least risky contagious illness, it became established policy for Acrturian science officers to voluntarily maintain an infection so they could be on standby not only for communicating with new intelligent lifeforms but also for diagnostic purposes on crewmembers in case of emergency, as they could even achieve low-level communication with alien illnesses.

Normally, volunteer infection is only done in shifts during the same timeframe as when encounters with new planetary or spacefaring bodies are anticipated. However, Yila had medically prolonged her infection for nearly 2 weeks, the maximum time permitted before recovery was policy mandated. This was because she had come to enjoy it. The cold virus, when rampaging through a host system, experiences something that morphogenetic empathy translates as, essentially, ecstasy. And thanks to the aid of her girlfriend, yeoman 3rd class Rebecca Wong, she had been doubly reveling in it.

Glancing at the time and frowning at how much longer remained for her standby call in medbay, Yila reflected on the joy of yesterday, the 2nd day in a row Rebecca had called out sick after having caught Yila’s cold. Rebecca was of course not restricted from getting it cured by an professional obligation or personal satisfaction, and she had done so after a night of indulging Yila several times in the past. But now she was granting Yila’s request to hang onto it for a while, let it develop, let her soak in the pleasure of not just one but two “healthy” colonies of germs.

She thought about their first night together, when Rebecca had started showing symptoms and, in a hoarse and husky voice, had seductively invited Yila to make them worse. Rebecca held Yila in a strikingly lustful gaze, despite (or because of, depending on perspective) the fatigue already showing in her eyes and a thin trail of snot hanging down her little round, slightly upturned nose from after she’d sneezed just moments before. Not her usual, girly, polite, partially stifled “Hh’NGTX-cheww~” kind of sneeze she would do around mixed company, but the uncovered, blasting “HAAKTCHEEW!” kind of sneeze that she only did around Yila.

The Arcturian had tackled lover into bed with an animalistic ferocity. Her own nose, which was broad and flat with an almost snoutlike quality, was dripping in two thick streams, and they kissed through a curtain of snot that Yila refused to fully break off even as a trio of sneezes overtook her. Instead, she released three fierce “Mmpht’SHUUH”s directly down her girlfriend’s sore throat before finally pulling away as Rebecca gasped for air through a series of coughs and reverse-snorts. Meanwhile Yila reeled her head back with a satisfied moan. After those sneezes she was streaming wet, both on top and bottom, and Rebecca let out an excited sigh as she felt that wetness spread over her.

As Yila began caressing Rebecca with her entire body, she reached out to pin her girlfriend’s hands up above her head and stretched to position her own generously sized breasts in front of the yeoman’s face. This wasn’t really a position of proper restraint; the medical officer was slender to an almost waifish degree, and the yeoman maintained athletic training actually a bit above what was regulation for crewmembers on call for away missions. Rather, it was a physical reminder for Rebecca to forgo ordinary etiquette in preventing or flinching away from the contagion which Yila was delighted in both giving and receiving. Every time Rebecca would turn from force of habit to redirect one of her little coughs or boisterous wet sneezes away, Yila would greedily nuzzle her own face into her lover’s or thrust her breasts towards her to catch the spray. 

“Hwah…Ha…HAAAHKSHEEW! HaaAH’TSHEW! Haah’kshew! Haaah…Hhh’KTCHEEW!”

And each time Rebecca saw Yila’s wide, horribly chapped and red nostrils flaring even wider in building a sneeze, Yila would gently squeeze her hands or wrists to stave off her instinct to cover herself.

“Heuhhh…Heuaht’SHUUH! Heah-Ah-AAARSHEUUH! EEUGHSHEUUH!”

Throughout the entire time she was sick, Rebecca adhered to a request from Yila to blow and wipe her nose only with her hands if at all. The sight of her well-worn nose now overflowing beneath eyelids fluttering in preparation for a sneeze excited Yila into a frenzy. Yila mushed her own ragged nose down against the yeoman’s, kissing her hungrily even as she swiped their snot back and forth across each other’s cheeks and lips. She finally released her grip on Rebecca’s hands and traced them down scattered black bangs to lovingly hold her love’s flush, snot-strewn face.

“Haah…Hah…AH!”

Seeing a powerful sneeze starting to build, Yila exhaled sharply in anticipation and traced her fingers lower down her chest, then lower, reaching them in to take hold of Rebecca just as she tightened to take hold of her back.

“HAAAHK’SHEEEUW!”

And as if in sympathy to her memory, at that moment Yila sneezed herself out of her recollection back to the present.

“HEEURGSHUUH!!”

As wetness dripped down both her nose and her thighs, she glanced at the time. She’d been lost in the memory for long enough that only a few minutes remained, easily within reason of her leaving her post early. Without any acknowledgment to the other staff, she left at just short of a sprint, struggling slightly for air between her completely clogged nose and prickly pained throat. When she reached the door to Rebecca’s cabin she didn’t even bother trying to catch her breath before opening the door. She was greeted by the sight of its occupant lying in her bed with the covers somewhat haphazardly over her, completely naked and shivering slightly just as she had been that morning when Rebecca had left, mucus absolutely soaking down the front of her face and bare chest.

“You gudda warb mbe ubp?” she asked, followed by a lengthy, soggy snuffle.

With a combination snuffle and squeak of pleasure, Yila literally tore her containment suit off, ripping it in several places that would have to be patched later. Rebeca blushed at Yila’s wild passion, staring with growing excitement at her naked body emerging from the suit as the door to the cabin quietly automatically slid shut behind her.

[snzluv3r]

this might be the tickliest/sneeziest cold i’ve ever had! i’ve been plagued by flaring, swollen nostrils, achy sinuses, and failing to sniffle back the mess that escapes with each small fit. by the time i stop sneezing my nose is already twitching and unbearably itchy again and it starts all over

[kushamiqueen]

Not to brag, but when I'm sick my snot like, pools at the tip of my nose before it drips down and I think that's pretty hot.

[caramelfuzz]

🌹 :D

Another sentence from my Jonfic!

He notices his nose is running down his face and he wipes it as best he can on his soaked cardigan sleeve. This of course sparks a tickle in the swollen, raw membranes and he crushes his nostrils to completely silence the sneezes.

[snezandsickheadcanons]

grossness ahead be warned

me in my early fetish years: mess is gross i don't want to think about any snotty part of a cold just the sneezing for me thanks

me now: coughing up mucus is so hot

[dr-ground-zero]

A new ship drabble

(this contains BxB homosexual relationship if you don’t like don’t read..also nonkink blogs STAY THE HELL AWAY) (slight mess warning)

Waking up in the morning to a pounding head ache, scratchy throat, achy muscles, stuffy drippy nose, and feeling like he was stuck in Antarctica in his underwear. Groaning brought out harsh coughs and sniffles, which woke up the other male next to him in bed. "Ren?" Opening his eyes he rubbed his temples, the other sits up and turns to his boyfriend softly shaking him. "Everren baby you okay?" Everren turned to the shorter one and shook his head 'no'. Seeing the tired look on his face, the flush-ness in his complexion, the light pink tinge to his cheeks and nose. "You don't look well, love." Everren rubbed at his twitching nose that was already tickling, his silence turned to hitching while his nostrils quivered. "heeh hiieeh huuh huh" Reaching the bedside table for the tissue box, Connor hands Everren the box which allows Everren to snag a couple of tissues just in time to catch a fit. "EED'SSHIIIEW! ED'SHIIEW! HEEHKIIEESHIIEW!" For such a quiet guy, he had such loud sneezes, Connor frowns and pulls him close. "Bless you Ren, poor baby, and you've got a doctor's appointment today too." Cooed Connor who brushes his fingers through the nest of messy lavender hair. Hearing this Everren pouts. He hated going to the doctor, it was cramped, cold, eerily quite, and he rarely had the same doctors and didn't put into his file that he was mute and needed Connor to come in with him. Blowing his nose with a miserable 'bluurgh' Which made Everren cough into his elbow, then throwing out the soiled tissues. "Come on Ren, lets get ready." Connor says getting out of bed, Everren groans when getting out of bed, he aching muscles felt heavy. Everren got dressed in a warm pastel purple sweater and some sweats. Sticking a beanie on his messy bed head. Conner had made the bed and got dressed in some comfortable clothes and then came over to Everren. "want anything to eat hun?" Everren shook his head and signed 'don't feel like eating right now' Connor nods "Alright then, well you still need to take your pills, we need to get some stuff from the store after the doctor appointment." Stated the brown haired boy who looked up to see Everren hitching and sniffling. Everren then quickly turned away while his shoulders dropped and rose as his chest spasm-ed with his uneven breathing before he sneezed. "EED'SHIIEW! EEXXIIEW! HEEXXIIEW! ED'SHIIEW! EEXIIIEW!" Covering with his hand that he moved only to see the mess he'd caught in it, blushing at this thankfully his boyfriend was prepared with a tissue or two in hand. "God bless you lovey, seems like you've got a bad cold." Connor stood on his toes, even with the taller man slouching Connor was still much shorter than his boyfriend. Signing 'thank you' while cleaning up his nose, Everren trashed the soaked tissue and went to get some water to take his pills. Sniffling and shivering, Everren rubbed at his runny nose with the cuff of his sleeve. "I think we should take the box of tissues with us, Ren. Then you wont have to use your sweater like a tissue or try and ask for some." Connor goes over and grabs a box of tissues from the nightstand, then getting Everren's mask. When ever Everren went out of the house he always for his black face mask with a purple 'X' over it, then when someone would try and talk he'd sign that he's mute. Putting it on he left it down for now and took the box of tissues, then putting his phone into his pocket. "you ready lovey?" Asked Connor who earned a nod as his reply so they head out to the car. In the car Connor adjusted his seat the way he liked it while Everren got into the passenger seat doing the same. Setting the tissue box in his lap then buckling up while Connor starts the car. Everren lets his sore heavy body relax into the seat as he rode along. Sniffling wetly and wiping at his nose with a tissue, Everren was already tired and not looking forwards to going to the doctor especially now that he's got a cold. All he wants to do is lay in Connor's lap, have some hot soup, take a nap under a warm blanket and feel better. Sniffling and coughing, rubbing at his nose with wet soupy snorts he sounded miserable. "You really don't sound well Ev, I honestly think its good you're going to the doctor today. Just to make sure you didn't catch something to awful." Everren nods while grabbing a tissue and blowing his nose again which still left him snuffly and drippy. Connor knew his lover was feeling poorly and couldn't help but feel bad for him. When they arrived at the doctor's office, Connor found a parking space and prepared for the cold. Opening the unlocked doors, they both get out, Everren shivered already being wracked by his fever chills and now this cold fall weather. Everren tucked the tissue box under his arm while holding Connor's hand. Walking in Connor leads the purple haired male to the waiting room while he goes to sign his boyfriend in for him. Then going over to see Everren  sitting in the corner of the waiting room in a long chair that seated two people.  Everren was already congested and the mask made it impossible to breath, he sighed and pulled it down and leaned into Connor who wrapped an arm around him rubbing his back. Setting the box of tissues in Connor's lap, sleepy silvery lavender eyes looked to Connor with a pitiful look. Connor presses a kiss to his forehead while smiling a little. Though when he sees Everren's nose twitch and flare he knew what will follow and acted on it as soon as he heard a soft 'hih hieeh heeh'. Connor snatches up some tissues and hands them to Everren who brings them up to his nose and mouth. Eye brows creased up as his features drop he then went into a fit. "HEEXXIEW! HEEESHIIIEW! EEEIISHIIEW! EEXXIIIEEEW!" Sneezing wetly into the tissue, Connor helps press the tissues to the sickie's nose more to help muffle them Each sneeze even muffled had him shuddering and leaning forwards. "HEEmmph! HEIIIMmph! HEEEmph! ugh Sddrck snrff" "Bless you love, ya done yet?" A weak nod Everren's answer but he doesn't sit up fully and just leans into Connor's shoulder. The couple earned some glares from protective mothers who held their children close. Connor only rolled his eyes while Everren wasn't paying any attention.

[docjamie]

St/erek, sick!Stiles

You know what I love? Sick!fics where the sickie is sick enough to feel bad, but not bad enough to miss work/school. Love that shit. (AU, all characters are adults)

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Stiles flinched from his daze as he heard someone snap their fingers in his face. He sighed, gearing himself up to put on a pleasant smile for the customer, but was surprised to see none other than his boyfriend across the counter giving him a very unimpressed stare.

"Derek?" Stiles shifted his eyes around to make sure he wasn't actually delirious and turned back to the man standing in front of him. "What are you doing here?"

"Making sure my idiot isn't at work, choking on his own body fluids. And to bring you this." Derek huffed, holding up a cup holder with two styrofoam Starbucks cups in them. Stiles gave a mushy grin and rested his elbow on the counter to lean against his hand.

"You loooove me." Stiles cooed and reached for one of the cups, relishing in the warmth. He tried to sniff the contents, but his clogged nose failed him completely. "I can't smell this, but I hope its what I think it is." Stiles took a small sip of the drink and relished in the taste of sweet apples and cinnamon. He hummed gratefully, cradling the cup close.

Derek chuckled and grabbed his own slightly sweetened coffee before reaching over to press the back of his hand on Stiles' forehead. Fortunately, he didn't feel a fever, but Stiles was still at work with a cold.

"How has work been today?" Derek asked, looking at the semi-busy bookstore. Stiles groaned and set his cup down.

"I feel like its been worse because I'm sick but jesus christ, babe. I almost lost it with some woman let her wild kid knock over an entire display of the teen fictions. And then another person got pissed that their expired coupon didn't work. Like, I'm sorry for doing my job??" The small rant made Stiles out of breath and he coughed hoarsely into his arm. Derek wouldn't be surprised if his voice was gone tomorrow.

"I wish I could take you home." Derek sighed, taking in the sight of his boyfriend worriedly.

"Good! You can take him!" They both jumped at a stern female voice and looked over to see a petite, biracial woman with dark coily hair and large glasses. She had just sat a stack of books down on the counter and put her hands on her hips, glaring at Stiles.

"Ms. Morgan, I'm okay...hih!-" Stiles quickly statched a tissue from a box next to his cup and ducked under the counter. Derek blinked and gave a confused look to Stiles' manager, who looked exasperated.

"Nn'tishh! HN-TISssh!!" Derek bent over the counter to see his boyfriend on one knee, rubbing his rosy nose into the tissues.

"He's been doing that all day. Please get him out of here before he infects the entire store." Morgan said as Stiles stood up with a wobble.

"You've been hiding every time you sneeze?" Derek asked, incredulously. Stiles sniffled, looking slightly embarrassed.

"It's a book store. I didn't want to disturb anyone." He said and narrowed his eyes at Derek's lips twitching into a smile. "I see you. Don't laugh at me, it's not funny!" Stiles said crankily.

"It's a little funny." Derek teased, grinning when Stiles turned from him in a huff, picking up his drink as he did so. "Don't worry, I came to check on him but I'll take him home." Derek said, turning his attention to the manager.

"Great. Its nice to know that there's someone who has common sense in your relationship." Morgan was used to Derek frequenting the store whenever Stiles was on shift; needless to say, she was relieved when she saw the taller man walk in. She beckoned Derek around the cashier counter.

Stiles was about to protest when his nose tingled again. He pinched his nose and rushed to the "Employees Only" room and Derek could hear Stiles go into another sneezing fit. Derek grabbed the tissue box and both he and the manager trekked to the room to see Stiles coughing into the damp tissues, leaning against the wall.

"Oh, honey. You really don't sound too good." Morgan walked over and rubbed Stiles' back with one hand and felt Stiles' forehead with the other. Stiles sighed at the handling, his manager was known to be motherly and there was no point in fighting her if she was concerned.

"It's fine, it's just a cold." Stiles waved her off, but still leaned into Derek who had put his arm around Stiles' waist. Ms. Morgan tsked at how stuffy her employee sounded and turned to Derek.

"You take him home and make him rest, you hear? And keep him home until he's better, not before. Ah-!" She raised a hand when Stiles opened his mouth. "You may not have a fever, but you can easily get one if you don't let your body heal. Now get out of my store, I'll clock you out." Stiles pouted and crossed his arms, making Derek chuckle and press a kiss to the side of his head.

"Yes ma'am. You," Derek patted Stiles' butt. "Go get your coat, its cold out." He said, giving Stiles a little push. Stiles looked from his boyfriend to his manager and realized he wasn't getting his way. He snatched the box of tissues from Derek and walked to the office, grumbling the entire way. Derek and Morgan both shook their heads.

"Thank you for letting me take him home early." Derek said, turning to the short woman.

"Of course! I was almost about to call you, that poor boy was exhausted all day." Morgan rested her cheek in her hand, rolling her eyes. They paused when they heard Stiles wind up again.

"NN'SHIIH! NN'TISH!" Since there were no customers to disturb, Stiles didn't hold anything back. Derek cringed at the gurgling nose blow that followed. Stiles really didn't sound well. His boyfriend walked back out of the office, hat and coat on and buttoned up.

"Ready to go?" Derek asked. Stiles rubbed his eyes. Now that all of the fight was out of him, he was crashing.

"Y-Yeah-" Stiles choked out before coughing roughly. Derek untied his own scarf and looped it around Stiles' neck, making sure to cover up his mouth and nose. He also tugged Stiles' beanie down until it covered his ears, leaving only his boyfriend's unamused eyes staring at him. Ms. Morgan tittered at the display.

"Looks likes you'll be in good hands. Have a good night, you two!" She said and left the room to return to the counter. Derek returned his arm around Stiles' waist and led him out of the store and too the parked Camaro. Stiles wasn't even surprised that Derek planned ahead so he wouldn't have to take the subway home.

"You were planning to stay until I actually left, were you?" Stiles' voice was muffled behind the scarf and wall of congestion. Derek shrugged, opened the door for his boyfriend and closed it behind him. When he got into the car himself, he cranked up, turned the heat on and shifted the vents onto his shivering boyfriend.

"Hey, someone has to have common sense in this relationship." Derek said, echoing Stiles' manager's words. Stiles gave him the side eye and gave Derek's shoulder a shove, making the older man chuckle.

"Just for that, I'm totally gonna rub my snot on your scarf." Stiles gave a pointed liquid sniffle to prove himself. Derek smirked at the attempted taunt and pulled out of the parking lot to begin the drive back to their apartment.

"Washing machines exist for a reason, sweetheart."

*******

"Sweetheart, wake up." Derek said, patting and shaking Stiles' thigh. He had just pulled into the parking lot of their apartment and just as he predicted, his boyfriend conked out just 10 minutes into the drive. From what he could see that wasn't hidden by the beanie and scarf, Derek could tell that Stiles was screwing his face up in protest. Derek heard a low, muffled whine come from the younger man, causing him to chuckle.

"I know, I'm the absolute worst. But the quicker you wake up, the quicker you'll be in bed. Come on..." Derek gently tugged on Stiles' arm. Stiles finally opened his eyes into narrow slits and whined louder.

"Y'r so meeean..." Stiles garbled, but slowly lifted himself from the car. A gust of cold wind started up and Stiles latched onto Derek, shivering madly. Derek closed the car door, activating the lock on his keypad and shuffled them to the apartment building. They both sighed in relief at the toasty warmth of the lobby. The warmth also made Stiles' nose run something fierce and he sniffled wetly a coupld of times. Even though he did technically say he would mess up his boyfriend's scarf, it was a completely  empty threat and he quickly lowered the fabric from his runny nose.

"Babe, I'm kinda leaking here." Stiles croaked, sniffling loudly again. Derek looked down and cringed at the shiny trail escaping his boyfriend's reddened nostrils. He scanned the lobby and found a tissue box sitting on the side table under a corkboard. He walked over, pinched the box without a second thought and headed back to Stiles, who was waiting at the elevator, button already pressed. Stiles made a pleased sound at Derek's theft and plucked a few sheets before raising the wad to his nose, blowing noisily into them.

The elevator door finally creaked open and Derek steered Stiles in. Once he had selected a floor, he leaned back against the wall, pulling his sick boyfriend with him. Stiles went to relax against Derek's broad chest, but he suddenly froze and flinched away.

"Hn-TISSH! Ekt-SHIH!" The noise Stiles made was of pure misery and he leaned his pounding head on Derek's shoulder, tissues clutched desperately at his nose. "God, I feel like garbage." He whined and pinched the tissues harder. "NN'SHIIH! NN'TISH!...ugh, ow..."

Derek sighed and rested his chin on Stiles' head. He hated that Stiles felt so bad and he really couldn't do much about it.

"Do you think you need to go to the doctor? You've been sick since early this week." Derek asked, fully expecting a wave of protests but he was shocked at Stiles' hesitation.

"I mean...I don't think so? Colds usually last like a week, but I'm just so tired." Stiles proved this by yawning widely. The elevator dinged to signal their stop and they made their way out when the doors opened.

By the time they had made it inside their apartment, Derek had come to a decision.

"How about this. You take some meds tonight, sleep in tomorrow and if you're still feeling really bad by then, I'll set up an appointment for you. Deal?" Derek asked, removing his coat and shoes. Stiles rubbed his eyes and nodded in agreement. "Alright. Go get ready for bed, I'll meet you in a few." Derek pressed a quick kiss to Stiles' ruddy cheek and nudged him to the direction of the hallway. Once he saw Stiles shuffle in their bedroom, he made his way to the kitchen and search through their impromptu medicine cabinet. He managed to locate some cold and flu tablets, but he also found something for sinus pressure and chest congestion. He scanned the symptoms list on all three items before deciding that the tablets were his best bet since they had the night-time version which would help Stiles get some much needed rest.

Derek popped a couple out of the blister pack and opened the fridge to grab a bottle of water. Since Stiles already took the tissues with him, he grabbed the pills and made his way to the bedroom. He found Stiles in sweatpants and one of his own Henleys.

"Contaminating my clothes, I see." Derek teased. Stiles, who was flopped on his back and spread on the bed, raised his middle finger lazily in response. Derek chuckled and walked over to the bed.

"Sit up and take these." He said, holding out the pills and water. Stiles struggled into a sitting position and held his hand out for Derek to drop the 2 pills in his hand. He peered at them and made a face at the familiar dark purple color.

"Night-time? These make me woozy and shit." Stiles grumbled, but popped them in his mouth and took the bottle from Derek to wash them down.

"Well, don't fight the drugs like a dumbass, and we won't have a repeat of you locking yourself in the bathroom." Derek said, recalling a certain amusing and frustrating memory. Stiles waved him off and curled himself under the covers.

"That was one time..." he mumbled. Derek snorted and brushed Stiles' fringe from his eyes.

"Sleep. I'll be joining you in a little while, okay?" Derek mused, bending down to kiss Stiles' temple. Stiles hummed and turned his head to give him a chaste smack on the lips.

"Mhm, sounds good. Love you." Stiles was already dozing off. Derek ran his fingers through Stiles hair again and went to turn the bedroom light off before leaving, keeping the door cracked just in case.

******

Several hours had gone by. Derek was sleeping on his own side of the bed, when a sudden whack on his face jolted him out of his sleep. Derek groaned and reached up to feel it was Stiles' hand that was now resting on his cheek. Derek lifted the offending limb away and sat up, rubbing his eyes. His vision was limited in the moonlight, but he could see that Stiles was not in a restful sleep. Derek reached over and flicked his lamp on, bathing the room in a soft yellow light. He looked back to his boyfriend, who was once again sprawled out on his back. Stiles' mouth was hanging open, snores thick and wheezy as he struggled to take in air. Derek could see the sweat beading on Stiles' forehead and cursed.

"Stiles? Stiles, baby, wake up." Derek shook his boyfriend's shoulder. Stiles closed his mouth and swallowed, but Derek could see him wince at the pain, even in sleep. He shook him again. "Come on, I think you have a fever." Stiles whimpered quietly and barely opened his eyes, squinting in the light.

"Der...? Wha's goin'...wha-?" Stiles shifted around, breath suddenly catching in his throat. He coughed wetly, throat crackling with phlegm. Derek helped his boyfriend sit up and patted his back. When the fit died down, Stiles sat there, gasping for air. Derek thumbed the tears away with one hand and pressed the back of his hand on Stiles' forehead with the other. Sure enough, he felt a damp heat there.

"Wait here, okay? I'll be right back." Derek said and got out of the bed before heading to the bathroom. It didn't take him long to find the thermometer, but Stiles was pretty much drifting off when he got back anyway. Stiles jerked awake when Derek sat back on the bed. He eyed the thermometer and looked up at Derek with a pitiful gaze.

"I cad't breath through mby ndose." Going by Stiles' voice and the tiny 'knnk!' sound as he tried to sniffle, Derek could assume that Stiles was totally blocked up. Derek nodded and helped his boyfriend remove a sleeve from the baggy shirt and placed the thermometer under Stiles' arm.

"I'll call the doctor as soon as they open, alright? I really want to get you checked out." Derek palmed Stiles' flushed cheek, the corners of his mouth slightly lifting when Stiles leaned into his hand.

"Ogkay." Stiles whispered, just wanting to go back to sleep. The thermometer finally beeped and Derek removed the device. He frowned at the '100.1' display. He set the thermometer on the nightstand to wash later and helped his boyfriend back into the shirt sleeve. Derek was just pulling the shirt down in place when Stiles lifted his hands to his face, inhaling shakily.

"Hh...H'DSSHH! HD'SHHOO!" Stiles slowly straightened from where he bent at the waist, but kept his nose and mouth covered. "Babe, I just fugckig...exploded. Help." Stiles whined.

"Eww. You're a mess." Derek teased, grinning at Stiles' glare. He took pity on his boyfriend and handed Stiles the tissue box. Stiles snatched a bunch and turned to the side, giving a gurgling, thick nose blow.

"Once you're done with...that, try and get some more sleep. We still have a few hours until the doctor's office opens." Derek said, grabbing his phone to set an alarm. Stiles sniffled and nodded, moving on to tissue was #2.

When Stiles was as empty as he could get, he collapsed onto Derek's chest, shivering slightly. Derek pulled the blanket over Stiles and wrapped him up tightly. They both drifted off again, trying to get more rest before the sun came up.

While Stiles managed to drift back off to sleep, Derek stayed awake, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. Logically, he knew that his boyfriend would be okay, if not miserable; yet, he still couldn't help but worry. Derek continued to run his fingers through Stiles' hair as sunlight slowly crept into the room, giving it a muted blue illumination. He looked over to check the clock, neck protesting as he did so.

8:47 A.M. Which means the doctor's office opened about 15 minutes ago. Derek ceased his hair petting and carefully removed himself from the heated mass that was his boyfriend. When he was free, he raised his arms over his head to give a full-body stretch, joints popping as he did so. He contemplated waking Stiles up, but upon looking how rough the sick man looked, Derek decided to leave him be while he got ready.

Derek wandered out into the living/dining area, rubbing at his tired eyes. He found Stiles' bookbag on the couch and rummaged through it until he found the planner Stiles carefully kept up with. It didn't take him long to find the list of important phone numbers, his doctor being one of them. Derek pulled out his cellphone from his pocket and dialed the number, tapping his finger as he waited.

"Hello, Morningside Clinic, how can I help you?" A chipper, feminine voice bubbled through. Derek envied the speaker's energy level this early in the morning.

"Hi, I need to make an appointment..."

*******

Derek decided that since he was taking time off work today, he left on his sweatpants and put a decent sweater over top his t-shirt to look somewhat presentable. After he put his boots on, he decided it was time to wake Stiles up. Derek trekked back over to the bed where Stiles was still in the same position that he left him in.

"Stiles. Come on, wake up." Derek said, patting Stiles' chest. Stiles groaned and stretched a bit, turning his head towards Derek. Derek watched as Stiles slowly woke himself up, rubbing at his face and sniffling.

"Timbe z'it?" Stiles mumbled, yawning and sniffling again.

"A little after 9. Your appointment is at 9:45, so you have time to get food if you want anything." Derek suggested. Stiles coughed into a closed fist and shook his head.

"Ndo, ndot that hu'gry, babe." Stiles croaked, reaching for his box of tissues. He blew his nose weakly, wincing at the pain pulsing in his head. "Why did I take ndose breathi'g for grandted." Stiles complained, his voice garbled with congestion. Derek chuckled and walked over to the closet to grab Stiles' own winter boots.

"Don't we all until our noses stop working?" Derek couldn't help but humor his boyfriend's dramatics. Stiles groaned in response, massaging the bridge of his nose. Derek placed the boots down on the floor at Stiles' feet, and the sick man bent down to put them on. However, he sat back up, eyes squeezed shut tight.

"Whoa...ugh...dizzy." Stiles mumbled, resting his head in his hand. Derek didn't hesitate before kneeling down and helping his boyfriend into the boots and tied them up.

"Can't believe you tried to play off how bad you were feeling last night." Derek muttered. Just because he was supportive, didn't mean he would exclude any well-deserved snark. Stiles made a noise of protest.

"Yeah, well..." Stiles trailed off, realizing he didn't really have an argument. Derek stood up, smirking at his boyfriend. "Whatever. Fugck off."

"Very mature. Can you stand?" Derek asked, holding a hand out. Stiles smacked it away and rose from the bed, with only a wobble or two. The sludge in his head shifted again, causing him to list forward into a prepared Derek. "That answers my question." Stiles only response this time was to lift his shirt collar to cover his mouth.

"Hn-TISSH!! Hnkt-SHEEH!!" Stiles coughed a few times before sniffling and scrunching his nose.

"Bless you. Doing okay?" Derek asked, genuine concern in his tone. Stiles nodded and slowly pushed off of the taller man when he felt stable on his feet to start his wobbly trek to the bathroom. As Stiles tended to his business, Derek made his way back out to the living room to wait on his boyfriend, keys and phone in hand. Soon, Stiles shuffled out, his nose noticeably a lot more irritated.

"I just spent so much time blowing my nose, I almost passed out." While Stiles still sounded hoarse, his voice wasn't as low and thick from congestion. Derek waited for his boyfriend to put on his coat before escorting him to the front door.

"If you want, I can buy some softer tissues or something." Derek suggested as they made their way to the elevator. Stiles grinned and leaned into the taller man.

"Aw, you like-like me." He teased, laughing at Derek's eye roll before choking into a coughing fit. Derek could only squeeze Stiles' shoulder in concern as they exited the elevator into the lobby.

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A few hours later found the two men leaving the doctor's office and on the way to the pharmacy, both annoyed with one another.

"Derek, she said it was just a cold."

"She also said that you're exhausted and on the verge of bronchitis. I wouldn't have a prescription for antibiotics if you didn't need them." Derek argued back. They have been going back and forth since Derek banned Stiles to bedrest for the rest of the week. Derek pulled into a parking space and turned the car off before sighing. "I don't understand why you fight me all the time when you're sick. You were miserable last night."

"I'mb ndot fighting you, I'mb just disagreeing with your hostage situationd." Stiles said petulantly, congestion back with a full force. Derek opened his mouth to protest the ridiculous claim when Stiles's mouth hung open slightly. His breath hitched, then again a bit louder before he turned his head and squelched a trio of sneezes into his elbow.

"Hh...hh-! Ht-SHEHH! HD'DSHOO! Hih...Hih-NSHH!"

"Well. Didn't want to have to do this." Derek said and Stiles bristled at the ominous tone. He turned back, elbow still covering his mouth.

"What? What are you doi'g?" Stiles narrowed his watering eyes. Derek ignored him and pulled out his cellphone and unlocked it. Stiles watched in horror as Derek brought up the dial pad and pressed '3' and put the phone on speaker. "Derek! Ndo!"

The phone rang twice before the Sheriff's voice filled the car.

"Derek? You need something, son?" Derek locked eyes with Stiles' glare.

"I'm doing just fine, John. However, Stiles-"

"Is perfectly finde, thangk you!" Stiles interrupted loudly.

"Stiles? Are you okay? You don't sound too good, bud." Concern laced the Sheriff's question and Stiles slumped, forgetting about his dad's hound hearing. He lowered his arm, only to quickly raise it up again.

"H'DSSHH!! NN'TSSHH!" Stiles groaned and sniffled into his arm.

"As I was saying. Your son is clearly under the weather and not listening to me. I thought you'd be able to put some sense into him." Derek didn't give a rat's ass about his pettiness. He could tattle if he wanted to tattle.

"Stiles..." the Sheriff began.

"The doctor said it was a cold!" Stiles whined at his dad. The Sheriff's sigh crackled over the speaker.

"But you felt bad enough to go to the doctor. Didn't you?" His dad asked. Stiles' mouth clicked as it snapped shut.

"We're at the pharmacy now. The flu test came back negative, but he is edging into bronchitis." Derek reported. Stiles had fully given up at this point and leaned into Derek over the car console, head pulsing in pain.

"Good man, Derek. I'll be over after my shift to check up on him. Stiles? Please behave, son." There was no stopping the Sheriff when it came to his son's well-being.

"Yeah, yeah..." Stiles mumbled, rubbing his eyes. Derek exchanged goodbyes with John and ended the call. Stiles sniffled thickly again and groaned.

"Ugh. Asshole. I hate you so mbuch right ndow." Stiles grumbled quietly. Derek brought his hand up and rubbed his thumb across Stiles' cheek.

"I love you too."

[dr-ground-zero]

A very messy scenario

(because I love big red swollen messy noses, here’s a scenario)

Character A is terribly congested, their head is very heavy and their big nose is very sensitive and stuffed up. They got home from work with their nose all red and snuffly, they have a soaked handkerchief in their hand that they might need soon. B sees them frowns and quickly comes towards them with a warm caring look. They guide their sweetheart to the bedroom to help them change into some more comfortable clothes. Getting into bed, A was wiping at his nose that was starting to tickle.  B climb into bed with A after getting some supplies to help A with their cold. "Heh hiihhh hhehe..ugh" The sneeze is stuck and A needs relief, they're tired and haven't been able to properly let out their sneezes or blow their nose. B pulls A close to them, softly rubbing A's back with the arms that's holding them they asked. "Do you want me to take care of you?" A nods giving up on sniffling back mucus. B soon grabs a feather and adjusted their hold on A to be able to see up A's big red swollen nose. Bringing the feather to the nose, it starts to trace along the rims that begin to quiver and flare widely. Its then inserted into the left nostril and is being swirled  along the sensitive insides that bring out a good tickle and fit. The fit is in fours and lots of snot begins to come out, its not enough the nose needs more. So B keeps tickling, helping A get out more sneezes. Their poor nose is full of cold, its tender and flaring wider as the tickle stays inside the nostrils. Even their sneezes sound messy, their nose can't go long with out the need to expel out thick snot from both red nostrils. B decides to take a look inside A's nose, looking up to see, Big swollen nostrils that are very wet and red, everything inside was so tight and full. B then grabs a handkerchief, putting the feather down and holding the hanky up to the nose. It heaves out a thick, bubbling, load of contagious snot, threatening to soak the cloth. They let out a congested "guh" then B asked "want me to do the other one too?" A nods, so the feather is now up the right nostril. The nose is filling back up and starts to gear up for a fit. Flaring the poor nose shivered terribly when the feather began it's work again. The nose is feeling over loaded with congestion and the harsh tickle as the feather gets deeper inside. A's hitching erratically and desperately sneezing, helpless and messy. When that fit finishes, the nose is streaming and red with anger and irritability but. Its not done, it needs more relief. "guh d-deed to blow" A says, the bedraggled feather is taken out of the nose and the hanky is its replacement. Another blow floods and greatly dampens the thick cloth, poor A is so full of cold that sneezing and blowing it out was the few things that helped grant temporary relief.