Day 11: Horrible timing/can’t sneeze; perhaps a bad time in front of others or trying to complete a task
Streamer Dies PVP-ing While Having a Sneeze Attack - Nolan
I love this concept lol. Annnd oop i wrote i ficlet to go with lol.
I guess, Nolan doesn’t stream a lot but he does often play video games with his friends whenever he isn’t with Oliver, drawing webtoons, or sleeping lol.
also oops pls ignore how i forgot to add the survival mode stuff over the inventory bar....
Snztember Prompts from moonlitkit
Nolan’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, eyes locked on the blocky world of Minecraft displayed across his monitor. His chat scrolled a mile a minute, filled with comments such as “Get him!!”, “You got this!”, “DaeHyunnie is going down!!!”, and far too passionate fans.
“Dae-Hyun, you’re so going down,” Nolan laughed along with friendly banter as the two of them fought sword to sword. Dae-Hyun was Nolan’s other accountant friend from work. They were both hired at around the same time. Nolan was fresh out of university and Dae-Hyun had been a transfer from a different company.
“Big talk from someone with 2 hearts left!” Dae-Hyun’s voice rang through their server with a taunting lilt. Minecraft was their go to for streaming. Nolan enjoyed building and redstone a lot more than he enjoyed PvP-ing someone, but every once in a while, his friend group would join a tournament.
Nolan’s grin was sharp. “All I need is two hearts.”
Nolan assumed Dae-Hyun’s chat was also going wild. The two of them were the last competitors left on the battlefield; they were neck and neck. Nolan was locked (the fuck) in, rapid sounds of key and mouse clicking could be heard from both ends of the streams.
“You’re cornered, Nol!” Dae-Hyun crowed, voice bubbling with laughter.
“Am not–” Nolan started, but his breath caught on a hitch, his body freezing for the split second it took for the tickle to bloom in his nose.
“Oh no, ohhH n-no! N-n-not n-hH-nohh-now!!” Nolan’s breath hitched and hitched, “ahHh–! hehH n-noo…snFFF!” He tried his best to keep his eyes opened and not concentrate on the tickle blooming in his nose. The tickle was growing too strong though, he really shouldn’t sneeze now though, why m-must hi-hiihHh–s nose d-dohH th-th-thiH–this t-to hiihHh–AhH–!
“ihH’TSCHht–!!” Fuck
“ih’TSCHiiih!! haH’TSHht–!!” Why can he never sneeze just once?
The chat absolutely erupted.
“OH NO!!! TSKR!!!”
“Tskr! Bless! Also lmao”
“HAHAHAHAHAHA”
“Blesses omg you dieddd lmfaoooo 🤧”
“LMFAO 🤧 death by sneezing hahaha”
“Bless you!!! So cute <3”
Nolan groaned in between his sneeze attack, “ehH’Tschh–uuu! hHH’KTSchuu–! hHh’hHh’Tschh!!”
More tskr’s ensued from the chat. Somewhere in that fit, Dae-Hyun had landed the last couple hits and his screened flashed with red with “You Died, nol was slain by daehyunnie”.
“N-nooo not m-moohH–re–n’TSchht!! ‘Tsh! ‘Tchiuu! ‘tchiu!!! Ughh, guys stop with the tasukaru’s pleeease oh my god, I’m so embarrassed. I can’t believe I just— ugh…” Nolan sighed, wiping his nose with a tissue he plucked from his desk stash. Dae-Hyun was still cracking up on the other end.
“Oh my gosh, you sneezed yourself to death. That’s incredible! Chat! Do you see what just happened?” Nolan rolled his eyes at his friend’s commentary. He had to admit though, that was probably hilarious to most of the viewers and opponents.
Chat:
“LMAOO!”
“Died to sneezing 😭😭😭😭😭😭”
“Clip it!! Clip it!!”
“Oliver come get your mans, he’s sneezing himself to death!!”
Yes, his viewers knew about his and Oliver’s relationship. Oliver has never shown his face on screen, but he has walked into frame neck down before when he’s come to drop something off to Nolan or whatever else.
Nolan tossed the tissue in the bin, sniffly but smiling wide, “I hate you,” he muttered into his mic.
“Love you too, buddy,” Dae-Hyun shot back, still wheezing with laughter.
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On the other side of things…
Oliver was watching Nolan’s stream as it was the championship round, the last and final one to determine the winner. Of course he was rooting for Nolan, who else would he be cheering on?
Oliver wasn’t a huge gamer himself, despite being into technology, but he did enjoy a good stream. Especially his boyfriend. No he wasn’t biased, what made you think that?
Witnessing Nolan sneeze on stream was always a treat to him. The little hitch in his breath, the helpless, rapid-fire fits that left him sniffling and pink-cheeked, the way he tried to power through with watery eyes and at issue half crumpled in one hand–he couldn’t ask for a better stream experience.
He kind of enjoyed watching the viewers go crazy as well for the adorable sneezes that never stopped after one.
Nolan’s chat was definitely familiar with his sneeze attacks. Being allergic to many things, especially during hayfever season, there was no avoiding these attacks entirely.
Oliver dragged a hand down his face, ears blazing red as line after line of “tskr tskr tskr” and “Oliver come save your man 🥺👉👈” spammed through the chat. It didn’t help that Nolan, still sniffling, had glanced at his camera with a sheepish smile and muttered, “Ughh, guys stop with the tasukaru’s pleeease oh my god, I’m so embarrassed. I can’t believe I just— ugh…”
His heart fluttered. He wished he had Nolan all to himself right now, but alas, he had to wait until Nolan was done streaming for the evening.
As if to taunt him, Nolan sneezed one last time. One, loud, final, Hh’AGSHhuu!!”
Oliver buried his hot face into his hands trying to keep himself in control. Do not pounce on him. You are a mature adult. You can wait. You can wait. Oh my god, but he’s so adorably sexy.
He would wait, he definitely would wait–but oh, when that stream ended, Nolan had better be ready.
dahlia was more than prepared for what was going to come her way, or at least that was what she had thought when she entered that office and saw the younger play boy looking at her. her manager introduced her and before leaving told wonho to play nice. the script writer smiled politely to him but she hoped he wouldn't think she was inviting him in for something. “it’s nice to meet you.” a light bow followed her words. “i am not sure if you agree with what i asked from jaehee-shii but, i would like to voice my request if i may. i've heard a lot about you from him and he told me that i will be able to write my next main character more accurately if i research you and your behavior so if it is possible, i would appreciate if you allowed me to follow you around occasionally and observe you as well as interview you.” the short female said crossing her legs as she shifted her weight in the chair.
although dahlia was aware of his ways, because she was always fashionable and liked to feel beautiful in her clothes, she didn’t bother to get dressed as if she was some nun. hence, she had was wearing a fluffy red skirt that was reaching just a few inches above her knees and a black top with a red blazer over it. she was sure that if she looked like a nun, he was going to not even consider her request, so if she looked more presentable it might work to her favor.
Day 6: Sneezing while hiding - or rather, trying not too
Flowers in December - Nolan
Oops, according to EST, I'm like 40 minutes late, but today was busy lol. The 7th might also be a bit late....
So this is sort of, Nolan trying not to snz, and then going to hide so he can sneeze.
Snztember Prompts from moonlitkit
6. Sneezing while hiding - or rather, trying not too – Nolan
The banquet hall glittered with crystal chandeliers, laughter, and the low hum of business talk. Servers glided between groups of people, balancing trays of champagne accompanied with hors d-oeuvres. Nolan wasn’t all too sure how he ended up there. He didn’t think in a million years he’d be ranked high enough to be invited to a networking event such as this one.
It was supposed to be an elegant evening–except Nolan was barely hanging on.
The floral arrangements scattered about the hall looked charming enough: roses, lilies, and lavender. To Nolan’s immune system, they were devil’s spawn that absolutely should not enter his body. His nose twitched and tingled the whole time, his throat itched, and his eyes watered.
He didn’t think to take any allergy meds or for some reason, bring any with him. It was January. Usually he was only a little sneezy in January.
Oliver saw it immediately. He always noticed. Even from across the room, he caught the subtle pinches and grabs that Nolan made for his nose. Or the faint tremor of his shoulders as he tried to sigh away a sneeze. The way his hand drifted toward his jacket pocket–where Oliver knew he kept at least two handkerchiefs tucked, always “just in case”.
Nolan tried, valiantly, to keep up conversation with Director Eunwoo and his colleagues, voice steady if just a little nasal. But eventually, the need to sneeze became too incessant to ignore.
“ExcuhH–excuse me, I’ll b-be righH–t hH– right back. I just –need –hHhh– need the restroom.” Nolan made his escape through the double doors.
Oliver wanted nothing more than to follow his love instantaneously, but they agreed to both try their best at hiding their newly established relationship.
Laugh, nod, pretend everything is fine. He finished his glass of champagne, trying to wait even just five minutes before excusing himself.
He made it about 45 seconds before excusing himself as well.
The bathroom was empty save for the muffled, desperate sound of someone trying very hard not to be heard.
Nolan had barely made it into the furthest stall from the door before the dam broke. He locked the door and slumped against the cool partition, handkerchief pressed hard over his nose and mouth.
Each one tore out of him, leaving his chest heaving and his nose still trembling in anticipation of the next set of itchy sneezes. He blew his nose as quietly as he could manage, though the sound echoed through the empty tiled room. He shook again as the itch clawed its way to the t-tiHhp o-of hihHh–hihh–his n-noHh–se!!
Gods, what a mess he was making of himself. He leaned his head back against the stall wall, furiously scrubbing at his irritated nose. The itch would not let up. He blew his nose again, hoping it would help with the itch.
Good news, it did help it a bit, remove the pollen that is. Bad news, the vibrations tickled his nose like mad, making the need to sneeze return full force.
“hH–hh…hH’tCHshh! eHT’Shh–! hehH–aH’ADSCHhh–iew!!” They were getting harsher now and his nose still tickled more than he’d like for it too. At least being away from the flowers, the itch was beginning to die down.
Nolan hears the doors open and internally, he screams for whoever it is to go away. He tenses, trying to muffle yet another sneeze quietly into his handkerchief.
“Nol?” Oh, that voice was familiar.
Nolan’s heart sinks, yet warms at the same time upon hearing Oliver’s voice. He pressed the handkerchief tighter against his nose, trying really hard to quell the pending sneezes. He doesn’t answer right away–he’s too flustered, too breathless.
A sharp itch broke his walls though. He pressed the handkerchief tightly over his nose. “HHM’PFShh! hhahH’hha–MPFSHhuu! ahH–hhehH’MPFSHHuu! Hh’mpgktchh!! H’gktchh!...hhHh–!...hhh…ahhH…hhH…hhh–....”
He groaned into the soiled handkerchief, miserably congested, “O-Oliver, you shouldn’t snFff snFF! hHh–snff– you shouldn’t be here. I-I’m okay.”
There was a pause. Was he grossed out? Was he going to leave him because he found him too annoying? Then the soft taps of Oliver’s footsteps across the tiles grew closer to his stall. “You don’t sound fine, please let me in. I want to help you.”
Nolan clenched his eyes shut, his heart still beating in his eardrums. “N-no, I’m really okay. My allergies will calm down soon.”
Oliver gently knocked on the stall door, his voice warm and coaxing, “I don’t mind, love. I want to take care of you and help you. Please… don’t hide from me."
Nolan’s chest tightened, not just from the sneezing. He wanted to keep the lock in place, he knew it was silly though. Oliver had seen him sneeze plenty of times in the office before. It just felt different, now that they were actually dating. His hand betrayed him though, trembling as it turned to unlatch the lock with a faint click.
The door opened, and Oliver slipped inside the cramped space. For a moment, Nolan couldn’t bring himself to look Oliver in the face. He hunched against the wall, handkerchief still pressed tightly to his nose, cheeks blotched red with allergic tears running down them.
“I’m sorry, I’m such a mess,” Nolan croaked, congested and embarrassed.
Oliver didn’t flinch however. He didn’t hesitate to reach for Nolan, tender fingers brush his tussled brands out of his face. “There’s absolutely no need to apologize. I truly do not mind. You’re beautiful no matter what,” he murmured, “and for the record, you’re my mess. And that’s all that matters.”
Nolan gave a small laugh that broke off into another sneeze fit, muffled into the cloth in his hand, “Hh’mpgktchh! hHah’MPgtkchh! mM’Gkchh! hH’Gkchh! ahhH–heh– hh–...hehH–... hH’MPFSHHIEWW! Ughhh, make it stoooop.”
He blew his nose again, a wet, productive sounding blow. His nose did actually feel better after that. When he surfaced, Oliver kissed the top of his head tenderly.
“There,” Oliver whispered, “my poor baby.”
The words made Nolan’s heart flutter. Gaining more confidence, he slumped forward into Oliver’s chest, slowly bringing his arms up to hug Oliver. Oliver embraced him right back in a tight hug. His embrace was steady, grounding him in a way that made his heart ache for more.
Nolan felt his nose drip and instantly tried to pull back from the hug.
“I’ll ruin your suit, I’m so, so, so sorry,” Nolan said frantically trying to get away.
“I don’t care about my suit,” Oliver replied without missing a beat. He held Nolan close to him in a vice grip, not letting him wiggle free. “I only care about your well-being.”
Nolan froze, then melted against him again, no longer resisting the embrace. The fabric might have been damp, his nose still a little tickly, and his eyes streaming, but neither of them made a move to pull away.
They stayed that way for quite a while, before formulating a plan to escape the evening early.
so, maybe, I haven't actually put out bios for either guy, and really there's just a few art pieces floating around of them haha. Uh, so, Sometime I will post more info about each of them :D
Snztember Prompts from moonlitkit
2. Unexpected allergies - Oliver
“Heyyy, Oliver! Will you help me out with creating this set up for my desk?” Nolan called out to him as he began walking towards the living area. Nolan had been working a good half of the day on getting his new office space set up in their apartment. He had the furniture pretty much built–miraculously without Nolan sneezing himself into oblivion thanks to the dust–but now it was time for the decor. Some of it needed a little crafting and Oliver was better at the hands on detailed things like this.
Oliver, curled up on the couch with one of Nolan’s books, glanced up and smiled. “Of course! What’re we working on?”
“This picture frame I bought online? Completely came apart. I don’t particularly want to find a new one since the size is so odd. I also wanted to add a couple hooks to the back as well. So…glue time.” Nolan held up the tube of super glue in one hand and a few of the broken frame pieces in the other.
“Got it,” Oliver said, setting the book aside. He joined Nolan at the table, rolling up his sleeves. “You’ve done so much work today hon, I’m happy to help out!”
Nolan grinned, handing the super glue over to Oliver. Oliver got to work, unscrewing the cap of the glue. The sharp chemical tang filled the air almost immediately.
Oliver sniffed sharply, coughing a couple times, brows furrowing. “That is…” –cough cough– “s-strohHhng–...hhehH–dtch! –ngxtch! –gkktch! hehHD-tsh–tschh–tschh!”
“Jeez, bless you a million times!” Nolan exclaimed, eyes wide. “Where did that come from?”
“I d-dohHn’t k-kn-know–huhH….hehHk–gtshht! huHd’Tishh–it’tshh–itschh–itschieww!” Oliver didn’t often experience sneeze fits, but when he did, his nose went all out. He had never known of any allergens to him. He knows he gets sneezier when sick, but these aren’t his sick sneezes. Definitely an irritant, but what the hell is it?
Nolan grabbed some tissues, putting them into Oliver’s hand that wasn’t holding the glue bottle. “Hmm, perhaps it’s the glue? It has a pretty strong smell.”
Oliver greatly accepted the tissues, dabbing at his dripping, itching, irritated nose. He still felt the need to sneeze though. That sharp little prickle didn’t seem to be backing down at all. No matter how much sneezing Oliver had just done, his nose wasn’t through with him yet.
“I don’t even have ahH–allergihHHN’kshh! –h-Kshh! h’Kshh–kshh–kshh-kshh! –’itschh! –ihH’KTSCH’uuh!” These little sneezes weren’t doing anything for him. The smell of the super glue permeated the room, leaving Oliver’s nose with no way to allow the irritant to escape.
“Bless you, bless you, bless you, many more times– oh, bless you again. Okay, so, hate to break it to you, but I think you do have allergies. I think you’re allergic to super glue?” Nolan suggested, reaching for the cap of the super glue. Oliver was still sneezing his head off.
“R-Really? Snff snfffff!” Oliver, not thinking, put the little bottle of super glue up to his nose and inhaled a whiff of the scent. “Oops, fuck. Th-thahHt wasamistakehH’tshuu!! Eh’tshh–tsch-tsch-tsch-tsch-tsch-tchh-tchhh! hHehH–hhH’TSChii! ‘Itschhi! hahH–hahhH…hehhH’tCHNxx!! N-Nolan h-hehH–elp–”
Nolan sighed, shaking his head with a small smile. He took the glue bottle out of Oliver’s hand and screwed the cap back on. Then led his still sneezing boyfriend out of his office, into the living room, and onto the couch.
“Th-hiH–this ihH’kshh–kshh–kshh! ihH’ktschh’tsch’tschh! This is so du-dumb! Why is glue smell an ahH–ahHllergy–hehH’ktschh! ihH’KtsCH!” Oliver was so bewildered with himself. The itch in his nose was getting a little better now that there wasn’t the constant smell sitting in the same room as his overly sensitive nose.
“Okay, no more crafting for today! Or letting you near superglue again,” Nolan declared, smoothing a hand over Oliver’s mussed hair.
"OhH god not aga-heHh-again...hehH'hH-!"
"Bless you in advance..."
"hhH'KSHh! hnN'kshh! ihHeh'kshh!"
Oliver blew his nose and leaned back, watery-eyed and twitchy nosed. His nostrils still flared with a slight itch, his breath lightly hitched, each one threatening to turn into a sneeze.
“I don’t think I’ve seen you ever sneeze this much.” Nolan commented once Oliver was able to get a better handle on his nose.
“I don’t remember ever sneezing this much. This is so dumb, who’s allergic to the smell of glue anyway?" Oliver pouted, blowing his nose into another tissue.
Nolan planted a kiss on the top of Oliver’s head and pressed him more firmly into his side. “Apparently, my boyfriend. Don’t worry, you’re still cute even while sneezing your head off~” He teased him.
Oliver blushed bright red, his throat bobbing with a hard swallow. Nolan’s words made his stomach flip.
He opened his mouth to say something–he wasn’t sure what, but he was going to try– but his breath caught instead. “C-cute? Are you sure? I-I’m a m-ehH–ss, ohno–m-my nose–hehH hhehH–GK’TSshht! huHd’Tishh–tishh–tishh-tishh–itshh–itshh–hehH’Ddtshiieww!!”
Oliver did love whenever Nolan indulged in his kinks, but he wasn’t sure if Nolan would ever enjoy it in a similar manner. He sniffled into a tissue, face still flushed as he sank deeper into Nolan’s side.
“Of course I mean it, love. You’re adorable, and there’s nothing that could change my mind about it.” Nolan’s fingers ran through Oliver’s hair, mindlessly playing with it. “All I want to do is take care of you. In more ways than one.”
A weird squeaking noise came from Oliver. He definitely knew what innuendos Nolan meant and was always, so truly grateful to him for that.
“I love you so much.” Oliver stared up at Nolan with wide eyes.
“I know, I know, I also love you so so much! Now, no more superglue for today!” Nolan laughed and Oliver pouted.
“You’re not going to let me live this down, are you?”
this got a tad sappy. but i'm a sucker for hurt/comfort. so. uh...yeaaaa. i wonder if i'll be able to keep up with these little stories. i'm just suprised i've made it 5 days into it! just a lil accomplishment for me ^^
i have thoroughly enjoyed writing little snippets of their lives. since, i've only posted art of them, and not..their origin story/info even oops
Snztember Prompts from moonlitkit
5. You can’t Get Sick from the Rain - Oliver
Oliver and Nolan had been walking home from the bookstore when they started feeling small drops of rain fall onto their heads. It started out as just a teasing drizzle, but within mere seconds it became a full downpour. Then within minutes, they were thoroughly soaked to the bone.
Nolan immediately tugged his hood up and tried to steer them towards the nearest awning. “Come on, Oliver, we should wait out the rain until it lightens u–”
Oliver just laughed, loud and bright, catching Nolan’s hand instead and pulling him right back out into the downpour. His blonde hair plastered flat against his forehead, shirt plastered to his chest, not a care in the world. “You can’t get sick from the rain,” he grinned, jumping into a puddle so that the droplets exploded around them, glistening and shimmering. Nolan couldn’t help but smile at Oliver’s childish antiques. Sometimes, he was like a really excited puppy.
“That’s not–hhh, Oliver, that’s not entirely true though! What if your immune system weakens too much?” Nolan protested, though his heart wasn’t in it. The sight of Oliver so carefree, cheeks flushed from the cold, laughing at the sky–it was difficult for him to deny the joy. How could he say no?
“You worry too much,” Oliver teased, leaning down to kiss him quickly. The kiss was warm and inviting unlike the rain that enveloped their entire being.
Nolan sighed into it, nearly chasing Oliver’s lips as he pulled away to go splash around in the puddles some more. He loved the little moments in life like this.
The morning after was a little less magical.
Nolan scrunched his face up as he was waking, feeling all too hot and uncomfortable around his chest area. He became even more alert when he felt Oliver shift against his chest. At first, he thought Oliver was just readjusting because he too was hot–until a sharp, desperate gasp caught in his throat.
“hheHhH’GSHhiuuu! ehH’GKshhuuh!! hehH’hehh– hahh– hh…hehH’GKtshuu!” The fit rattled through Oliver, his whole body jerking as he muffled the sneezes into Nolan’s shirt. Now Nolan was fully awake.
“Oliver? Sweety?”
“MmmhH’AGkshuu! ahHehh’Gkshh! hH’GKShuu!!” Oliver wasn’t quite awake yet it seemed. “HAH’GKSHHUUH! ahH’GSKKSHIEWww! I-Ihmm s-so sohHh–sorryyihH’GSHiewww! hehH–ahH’DZShieeww!”
Oliver managed to wake up enough and stutter ot an apology between sneezes. He voice was thick and congested. He tried to pull away, but Nolan’s arms only tightened around him.
“Don’t apologize,” Nolan soothed, reaching for the tissues, “just work on getting all of those tickles out of your poor nose–”
Didn’t need to tell Oliver’s nose twice.
“hHhehHh’GTSHuuhhh–hehH’GDzshiiuu!! ah’GKShhuuu–shuu–hg’shhuu!” Oliver snapped forwards over and over again, half into his tissue, half still against Nolan’s chest. “I-IhHh c-can’t st-stoHhHpp–ihH’MFShhhh!! hehH’GMPFSShh! ahH’GFshhhuu!!”
Nolan rubbed firm circles into his back, murmuring blessings every time. “I’ve got you. Just get it all out. My poor baby. You’re pretty warm also…”
Oliver tried to speak again through the fit, but the impending sneezes seemed to steal them away from him. “UhhghhhH–s-sorry aHHH’DZshiuu! ehH’Mphfffshhuu! a-ahH–about your swehhehH–sweatshirt hHhH’HehH–hehH–ghhh…hehH’GTSHMPFffshh!”
“It’s okay, it’s okay, you’re fine. You’re more important than my shirt, hon.” Nolan guided another tissue to Oliver’s face, dabbing clumsily at the mess his nose was making.
Oliver whimpered, half from fever-dazed embarrassment, half from the sinus headache he was developing. Eventually, the sneezes began to taper into harsh, shivery sniffles. Oliver sagged into Nolan’s arms, drained. A soft cough escaped him as he pressed his forehead into Nolan’s chest.
Nolan stroked his damp hair out of his face, kissing his temple. “There you go. Good boy, my sweet boy. Got it all out?”
“For now,” Oliver whispered with a raspy voice, strained from all the sneezing. A few more coughs escaped him. His cheeks burned pink, fever radiating from his skin.
“My poor love,” Nolan whispered, feeling his forehead once again. “Definitely a fever. You’re not moving an inch today.”
Oliver croaked, “but work?”
“No, no, no, no work today. You’re in no condition to go to work. You can barely sit up. I’m staying home to take care of you. Just let me call to work.”
Oliver teared up, his sniffles rapidly increasing with the onset of tears.
“Oh Oli, don’t cry, it’s okay,” Nolan cooed, “you’ll also only make yourself more congested.”
Oliver melted further into Nlan’s arms, not saying anything, too tired and worn out for words. Nolan continued to whisper sweet nothings to him as he drifted back to sleep.
“Feel better, Oliver. I’ll take good care of you.”
The storm outside had quieted, each drop like a gentle drone against the window. Nolan shifted lower into the pillows, arms firm around Oliver’s fever-sick form. I’ll call work in a few minutes…
For a moment, he thought of yesterday’s rain storm, Oliver spinning and laughing like it was magical out there. He smiled to himself. Rain or shine, he wouldn’t trade a single second of their time spent together.
8. Running Out of Tissues; has to go get more, or persuade someone to
Leaving Early for Just Tissues, trust, trust.
I thought this was cute lol. They both get really sneezy with cold. Nolan sure loves to tease. Lovingly ofc <3. Oliver doesn't mind. He gets to hear Nolan's wonderfully, sneezy nose.
615~ words
A little mention of mess? Moreso Nolan talking about the mess he's making but not describing it at all. Stuffy talk. lots of snzs. Oliver gets a little excited so he says.
Snztember Prompts from moonlitkit
8. Running out of tissues; has to go get more, or persuade someone to - Nolan
Oliver was halfway through a code change—just about ready to make a pull request for his new change—when his phone buzzed rhythmically on his desk. It was his special vibration pattern set for Nolan’s contact. <3
He slid his thumb across the screen to accept the call without thinking twice.
“Hi, what’s up, Nol?” Oliver greeted, his tone laced with worry. Nolan had stayed home sick upon waking up with a fever at 3am. “Everything good?”
What he got in reply was two desperate hitches of breath before: aH’Tschxx–! hn’Tchx! –ehH’GT’xch! hehHh’hHh’Tschh–h’tschh!
Followed by a groan that made Oliver’s face go red.
“Oliver?” Nolan’s voice was thick, tired, and muffled like he was talking half into his pillow. “S-sohHh—sorry w-wait g-godda sdn-sdneeze agaiHhHhehH…hhH-’TSchu–! ehH’Tschh–uuu! hHH’KTSchuu–! hHh’hHh’Tschh!! I r-rahH–rad out –hhHh–hahH’ ehHT–uhhh fuck–hhHihH!..guhh…t-tiHh–tihhHSHUUuhhh! ughh…tissues…hHh’hHh’Tschh!! eH’GTSCHiuu! could you, umb eghkem koff koff!!…snFFFf…sniiFFF!! hehH–hehHGt–uhh…gods… brehH’Tsch’uuuhhh! Brindg sombe hombe please?”
Oliver nearly dropped the pen he was fiddling around with. He sounded so sick, yet so adorable. Nolan knew of his fetish and oftentimes played up his symptoms to get a rise out of Oliver. Even fever-hazed, Nolan still enjoyed teasing Oliver. He really did know how to push all his buttons.
“Y-yeah, of course, love. I’ll–I’ll stop and grab some more boxes on my way home. Mhm.” His voice cracked, and he slapped a hand over his mouth, praying to whatever deities out there, that no one in the office noticed.
On the other end, Nolan sniffled pitifully. “T-thagk youhhH’Eh’Gzshieww! Ughh– thagk you, Oli. I’m m-mahhhking su-suhHh–such a mbess over hehH–here ehH–hHiH’DZshiuuH! hihH’GZShuhh–hGSHuu–n’gshuu-n’gshh-ng’sshhh! Even if I stiHhh-HT–...stiffle, mess stiHHh’AGSHhuu!! Still comes o-out.”
Oliver pressed the heel of his hand hard against his thigh under the desk, a futile attempt to ground himself. He was heavily considering taking the rest of the day off to go pick up those tissues and tend to his sick boyfriend at home. “D-don’t apologize, Nol,” he managed, his voice wavering. “Just… hang in there ‘till I get home, yeah?”
Another few helpless sneezes tore through the speaker, wet, itchy, so desperate to escape Nolan’s cold ridden sinuses, “hhH’TSChuuhhh!! ihH’TSCHht! ih’TSCHi’tschii!”
Oliver bit the inside of his cheek, hard. His coworker across the aisle shot him a puzzled look as his ears turned scarlet. He stood up from his chair, packing his bag frantically.
“Are you okay?” Said coworker asked with concern.
“Umm, I think I’m feeling a bit off, so I’m going to work the rest of the day from home,” Oliver said with a hoarse voice. Believable enough, right?
“Alright, see you tomorrow maybe? Hope you feel better!” Oliver mumbled out a thanks, already speed-walking into the hallway, phone pressed tight to his ear.
“Bl-bless you, baby,” he whispered, ducking into the stairwell, “I’m leaving right now–”
“Y-you’re ndhohHt getting sigck too, are you?” Nolan asked with worry.
“N-no, I just made an excuse to go early. I want to take care of you and uh…uhmm” Olive’s voice squeaked embarrassingly as he hit the subway platform, “I might be… a little excited.”
There was a shaky laugh, “mby plad h-has wo-workehHh–! Worked I s-seeHhH’GDZSHiewww! ehH’GSHieww! ehehH’SHHUU! Gods this is getting a little gross…snNFF kofF! Koff! Ughh…thagks agaid, see you sood, Oli. I’mb godda sl-sleep a bihH–t’SHUU! –gt’shuu! hH’GShuu! Now…”
Oliver’s knees nearly buckled on the moving subway. “Alright, get some rest my love.” The line went quiet, broken only by the sound of Nolan’s breathing that indicated he was already falling into a slumber. Oliver clicked the end call button.
He grinned widely at his phone, cheeks still almost as red as Nolan’s were. Alright, game plan. Buy as many tissue boxes as I can find, then hurry home to my honey!
A tad shorter? perhaps? short and sweet? a glimpse into Oliver and his cat, Nyangi's life. So yea Oliver's owns a cat. Nolan is allergic to cats, but his medicine takes care of most of the symptoms save for a few sniffly times if he like, sticks his face into Nyangi's fur.
have you ever played with your cat in this way? I know mine love light reflecting off of anything lol.
Snztember Prompts from moonlitkit
3. bright light reflecting (photic) - Oliver
Oliver was playing with his cat. Nyangi, who had taken an interest in the light reflecting off of Oliver’s phone screen and onto the wall.
Oliver stretched out the living room rug, his phone balanced loosely in one hand. Nyangi was crouched a few feet away, his whole body buzzing with anticipation as he stared at the shifting patch of light bouncing across the wall every time Oliver moved his phone.
He pounced, leaping 4 feet high up the wall.
Oliver startled, looking over at his fluff ball that just launched himself at the wall.
“What are you after– ohhh,” Oliver laughed, tilting his wrist. The glimmer of light darted upward, and Nyangi launched after it with a clicking chirp.
Oliver was almost as amused as Nyangi was with this new discovery. He angled his phone again–but the reflection flicked straight into his eyes. His breath caught before he could even react.
“Hehh’ddtsch! Ehh’tschiuhh! ehH’tschh–tschh–tschi!!” Nyangi landed, chirping with curiosity, then spotted the light again and resumed the chase. schh-tschhuh!” The sneezes jolted him into an upright position, stifling into his wrist. With each jerk of Oliver’s sneeze, Nyangi’s gaze followed the reflection.
“Nyangi, you just don’t stop, do you?”
Oliver tilted his wrist again, sending Nyangi flying for the walls. In trying to get the light reflection to the adjacent wall, Oliver once again flashed his eyes with the sharp light.
“O-ooops hehH’hehh’hH’etscht!! Tschhii! ehH’tschh-tschhi-tschi-tschii! Oops haha,” Oliver laughed to himself. He stood up to grab a tissue from the nearby coffee table. “Perhaps I need to stop shining the light into my face…”.
Nyangi mrowed with insistence for Oliver to keep going.
Oliver chuckled helplessly, adjusting his wrist again, watching as Nyangi flung his whole 10lb self at the walls. The things he would do for this little mans. Even at the age of 11, Nyangi still had the energy of a fire cracker to play. Not even five minutes passed before the screen’s glare struck Oliver in the face again. The photic itch was so intense, these were never sneezes that he was able to hold back.
“AhhH f-fuck I-IhHh’tshiuu! Tschh! Tschh-tschh-tschh! hehH’TSchuu! Ughh,” Oliver groaned after his last set of rapid sneezes. Each sneeze snapped him forward little by little, sharp and insistent. He hates how the sun induced such itchy little sneezes. He also sort of hated how little his sneezes were.
But Nolan said they were cute, so who was he to deny his ever-loving, dearest boyfriend?
“You are too–snffF snffF– too much sometimes, Nyangi.”
That was when he heard footsteps.
“Oliver?” Nolan’s voice carried from the hall, concerned but curious.
Oliver froze, his phone halfway tilted in one hand and tissues balled in the other. His nose was pink, eyes a tad watery, and Nyangi was still batting furiously at the wall.
Nolan rounded the corner into the room, taking it all in. Nyangi, Oliver’s phone, the open window, Oliver looking both sneezy and like he got caught red handed doing something he shouldn't have been doing. Nolan had heard the few fits of Oliver sneezing and had to come make sure that he was okay. As he approached him though, his worry melted away and was replaced with amusement.
He glanced at Oliver, trying desperately to hold back a laugh. “A-are you seriously letting Nyangi weaponize sunlight against you?”
Oliver’s ears turned a bright red, “I-I uhh–well I hh’Tshiuu! hH’tshh–tshh-tshh-tshiuhh! No? We were just…playing…”. The sneezes once again overtook Oliver’s body, not allowing a break in between them as he tried to defend himself.
Nolan crossed the room, a wide smile already plastered across his face. He pulled a fresh tissue from the box and nudged it into Oliver’s hand. “Mhmm, looks like Nyangi won this one.”
Oliver hid his face in the clean tissue, “You don’t have to sound so entertained…”
Nolan crouched beside Nyangi, who was purring like he’d won a battle, and gave her a scratch under the chin. Then glanced over to Oliver with a softer smile. “What can I say? He’s got good aim.”
Oliver pretended to pout again, but was clearly holding back laughs of his own.
Nyangi flopped dramatically on the floor between the two of them, tail flicking with smug satisfaction.
Oliver pointed at him accusingly. “You’re way too proud of yourself. Is my suffering amusing?”
Nolan laughed at the dramatics of the two of his boys. “You both are so much alike.”
“Ah! How dare you?” Oliver laughed along as well. “I’ll just take that as a compliment!”
Nyangi yawned, big and wide, and then strutted away from Oliver and Nolan. His head and tail were proudly held high.
“I think your cat has declared victory. And he is done with us now.” Nolan smiled, leaning against Oliver’s shoulder as they both watched Nyangi strut away.
“Yeahh, I think you’re right. He will always be my little winner.”
