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Poking Fun Pt1 (TMA)

Just a fun little story based on THIS thread started by @beaugtifuw that I had to do something with. I hope it’s good, and there will be a part 2.

Jon groaned, massaging his aching sinuses. He knew he should have called into work today, and he nearly had, but his grandmother's voice snuck into his head, fueling old insecurities.

You’re a big boy Jonny, you don’t need to be coddled over a little cold. She’d tell him before she sent him off to school.

Jon learned young that nobody was going to waste their time on him, and a small cold wasn’t a reason to stay home when there were more important things to worry about.

So here Jon doing his best to make it through the day despite his better judgment.

He lifted his head from his hands when he heard a knock on his door, clearing his throat, “Cobe id.” He called out, wincing at the stuffiness in his voice.

“Aw boss, you sound so stuffy, still got that wicked cold?” Tim said, poking his head in the door, earning a glare from the older man. Tim had been on Jon’s case all day, poking fun at his sorry state, and the archivist was getting really fed up with it.

“Tib, I dod’t have tibe for your dodsedse right dow, so udless you have sobethigg ibportadt to tell be…” Jon croaked, rubbing his face with a hand.

“Nothing important just thought I’d remind you that we have a meeting later today, in case you’d forgotten, or you don’t plan on coming.” Tim told him nonchalantly

Jon frowned, tensing up slightly at the comment, “ I’m aware Tim, and no, I have no plans to go home early, so if you don’t mind, I have actual work to do so…” He said, gesturing to the paperwork on his desk.

Tim put up his hands in defense, grinning, “Alright, alright, I can take a hint.” He said, leaving his boss's office.

As soon as he was gone, Jon groans, resting his hot face on his desk, having completely forgotten that there was a meeting today. He had actually been hoping to slip out earlier than usual without anyone noticing but now he didn’t have a choice.

He just hoped things would go quickly, so he could get out as soon as possible.

~

Jon was already regretting his decision to stay, he was only half listening to what Elias was saying through the thick fog filling his head.

His nose was completely plugged up, yet still managed to sluggishly leak as he pressed a crumbled tissue to his nose, trying not to draw to much attention to himself as he sniffled.

Which apparently wasn’t good enough as Sasha elbowed him lightly, “Blow your nose properly would you.” She whispered, giving him a pointed look.

Jon flushed with shame, looking away still feeling her eyes on him as he folded his handkerchief over his nose, blowing his nose unproductively.

He could feel panic well up in his chest, as the vibrations sparked a sharp itch deep in his nose making him gasp in response, his eyes watering. Jon wasn’t exactly known for having the quietest sneeze, and the last thing wanted to was embarrass himself in front of his co-workers.

Jon rubbed at his septum as discreetly as possible, trying to stave of the building sneeze. It was no use though his chest swelling against his will with hitching breaths, bending nearly in half into cupped hands, “HAH’ASSshiew! HUH’RSHhiew!”

“Oh my gosh bless you boss, you could blow someone away with those!” Tim exclaimed dramatically, “ Need some tissues?” He said, grinning holding out a travel pack of tissue out to Jon as if to patronize him.

“Tib…” Jon answered sternly, trying to shut him up with a watery glare.

But Tim didn’t seem to get the message, “Sorry don’t know anyone named Tib, boss.” He teased Jon.

That was the final straw. Jon got up abruptly, collecting his stuff walking out of the room.

Elias cleared his throat, “If we may continue.” He said bringing the attention back to the meeting. Tim could feel Sasha and Martins eyes bore into him as he was sure they were glaring at him.