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Hello, hello! Vani here! Whether you stumbled here intentionally or not, this is an 18+ ONLY sneeze fetish blog. Please do not interact if you are a minor; I WILL be blocking ageless accounts if I see them!
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OC Content
Inked Chords | Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | - WIP. Multi-chapter. Slow Burn. Micah Velázquez is an ambitious tattoo artist trying to make a name for himself in a modestly sized town. His shop which he runs with his best friend is doing well enough to get by, but with Micah not being the most personal type, he fears he's always one negative review away from losing the small clientele he's established. As fate would have it, he royally embarrasses himself in front of his highest anticipated client yet, but rather than getting angry, his client leaves him a glowing review? And he's also in a punk band? And...he's kinda hot?
Be Mine...? - Edan goes overboard setting up the perfect Valentine's Day date for his sick boyfriend. Fluff ensues. Kai borrowed from the beautiful @kotyonoksnz ❤ More about their ship here!
Inked Chords WIP Teaser for Anon - This was part of an old draft so I'm not sure if it's gonna get used in the final, but I still think it's cute!
The Preamble - Just a short little drabble about Eliott coming home from a date with Micah in the throes of an allergy attack.
Release Date - Edan comes down with a nasty cold right as an album release is due. Eliott pulls some shenanigans to force his workaholic brother to rest.
Viral Video - Edan struggles through his first nose piercing as it keeps making him sneeze. Eliott finds this hilarious and decides to share it with the internet. Just to be candid, I'm aware how extra this one is LOL. I miiiiight have been a bit pent up when I wrote it 😂
Genshin Impact
Should've Bought You Flours - Ittorou. Gorou's routine supply visit to Inazuma City is chaotically interrupted when a certain red oni falls victim to a bean attack in the streets.
In Theory - Cynari. Due to circumstances out of his control, Cyno arrives late to Tighnari’s birthday date. Lucky for him, Tighnari knows exactly how Cyno can make it up to him. (2023 Secret Santa gift for hachiibun 🎄)
Naruto
Say My Name - KakaYama. Yamato shows up at Kakashi's apartment to drag the chronically late man to Naruto's scheduled training. Annoyance rapidly melts into concern, however, when he finds his very sick friend on the bathroom floor.
Voltron: Legendary Defender
Human Illness - Klance. Post S4 Finale. Keith returns to the castle with Kolivan to talk about Lotor, but notices the group down one paladin. Lance picked up a bug somewhere and is quarantined to his room. Someone should check on him, right? (i.e. That one time Keith remembered he was a bit of a snzfucker).
After the Storm - Klance. Post S4 Finale (but pre S5-release). Keith doesn’t know if it’s the sickness talking, or if he’s letting himself become a bit selfish. But as his head swims and his body trembles, one desire presents itself with more and more clarity: He doesn’t want to be alone anymore.
Lance Inducing for Anon - Klance. Lance enthusiastically indulges a very flustered Keith's fetish.
Lance Absorbs Keith's Kink for Anon - Klance. Lance finds himself very aware of the allergy attack Keith is having. He's not sure if fetishes are supposed to be contagious, but he can't argue with how his body is reacting.
The Sensitive Side | PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | - Klance. College AU with some Sci-Fi sprinkled in. Lance and Keith are attending a University that offers licensing for space flight. Lance has the kink, and Keith doesn’t do so well with body spray. RP with the lovely @kotyonoksnz
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I'm shifting out of my comfort zone, aka writing the guys outside of the restaurant!!! A huge thank you and props to @ghostlychill who came up with this amazing prompt, on which this fic is based, and also gave me additional scene ideas. they're the real MVP of this fic.
In this, Greyson and Elijah are both sick and Elijah helps Greyson get to the doctor. It takes place before Greyson gets with Reed, but after Matt and Mark are together, just to place y'all in the timeline correctly. It's REAL whumpy for me, to the point where it's much more of a traditional sickfic or hurt/comfort fic than a snzfic. But I'll be honest, it's maybe my favorite fic I've written. I think I might try writing more outside the restaurant soon.
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CW: Male illness/snz, coughing, high fevers, contagion, passing out. 5.5K words under the cut
The Way You Care for Me
“Well, that escalated quickly.”
From across the prep table, Greyson shot his boss a dirty look before pulling a handful of tissues out of the box beside him. “I don’t wandt to talk about iiih – hhIGTZCH-ue!” He pitched forward into his hands, a soft groan escaping his throat. “’Least we’re closed the ndext two,” he muttered, tossing the tissues. Elijah pressed his lips together.
“Yeah, lucky you, sick as a dog for the only two days off in a row you’ve had since high school,” he said, prompting a stuffy laugh from the chef. “I thought you said it just felt like a cold yesterday?”
Greyson shrugged. “It did,” he said, shivering despite the kitchen heat and the sweatshirt – was that Elijah’s sweatshirt? – he had on over his chef’s coat. “I’mb sure it’s ndothing, Lij, just mby stupid body rebelling at the thought of time off.” He held his hands up as if to say, What can you do? “I’ll mbake it,” he finished, coughing.
“You’re sure you’ll be okay tonight?” Elijah asked, tapping his fingers nervously on the butcher block on the prep station. “I mean, there’s no Matt.”
No Matt or Mark, Elijah thought to himself, grim and foreboding. The two junior managers were celebrating their one-year anniversary this week, and as a surprise for the two of them, Greyson and Elijah had agreed to work double time for two days and close the restaurant for the other two to give Matt and Mark a full four-day-weekend together. Of course, as soon as Matt and Mark had waved their bosses goodbye from Elijah’s car – letting them borrow it to drive to the Jersey shore was the other half of the younger men’s gift – Greyson started coming down with whatever this shit was. Yesterday had been annoying, but fine; Greyson sneezed his way through his prep, hoarsely expoed throughout service, and promised he’d be fine for the next night. Now, though?
A sudden “HNGTSCHH-ue!” escaped Greyson’s lips before he could answer, a sneeze so harsh it made Elijah take two steps back.
“Dude,” he said, wincing while Greyson grabbed more tissues to clean himself up. As he watched Greyson blow his nose, he couldn’t help but press two fingers to the base of his own throat. The tiny pang he’d felt when he woke up this morning had not gone away with water, as he’d hoped, but had blossomed into a full sore throat. It burned brighter the longer Elijah watched Greyson cough, as though upon seeing how ill the chef was, his body had been given permission to start its own downward spiral. Finally, Greyson tossed the tissues, cleared his throat as well as he could.
“I’ll be finde,” Greyson growled. “Let’s just get through this fuckigg ndi- HRRTSHH-uhh!”
***
There was absolutely no way in hell Greyson was going to make it back to Brooklyn tonight.
The shift had gone about as well as Elijah expected; Greyson lost his voice halfway through the night, couldn’t stop sneezing long enough to garnish the plates, and eventually had to retire to the office to put his head between his knees to quell the dizzy spell he’d coughed himself into. Eventually, Elijah put Riley, his head server, in charge of watching the floor and went to the kitchen to expo while Greyson snored on the floor of the office.
Meanwhile, Elijah spent the evening well-and-truly coming down with Greyson’s disgusting illness. His head ached, his throat felt sticky and painful, and possibly most annoying, his breath kept hitching around a sneeze that – “Hh-! Hhh… hnnghh” – never quite came.
It had been, to put it mildly, a true fucking nightmare.
Now, at nearly one in the morning, Greyson was burning up with fever and high on cough medicine, glassy-eyed and chatty, spinning the office chair round and round like a kid. Beside him, Elijah was rapidly deteriorating.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Lij, of course I’mb goigg hombe,” Greyson rasped, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand. “I’mb fine, it’s a cold, it’s ndot a big deal.”
“Greyson,” Elijah said, rubbing an eye with the heel of his hand, “you are not fine. Did you somehow forget the last seven hours?” He grabbed Greyson’s chair then, stopping it in its tracks. “And stop fucking spinning you’re going to pahh – hh… pass… huh… passoutNGTSZH-oo! Huh-! HGTZCH-ue! Fuck, finally,” Elijah sighed into the sleeve of his shirt. From over his glasses, Elijah could see Greyson fold his arms.
“Bless you,” he said, accusatory. “You feeling okay?” Elijah rolled his eyes, painfully.
“Yes, Mama Greyson,” he said, sucking in through his nose and sitting up. “How do you plan on getting home, anyway? Isn’t an uber out there like a million dollars on a Saturday night?”
Greyson raised a confused eyebrow. “I’mb… what am I, Warren Buffett? Ndo I’mb ndot ubering, Elijah, I’mb taking the train.” Again, despite the worrying amount of cough syrup he’d ingested, Greyson dissolved into a painful-sounding coughing fit. Elijah bit his cheek to keep from snapping.
“Grey,” he said, massaging his throat. “You’re not taking the train an hour home when you have a fucking fever. Just – fuck – GTSCHH-uhh! NGTSZCH-ue! Snrf.” Elijah snatched a tissue from the box Greyson thunked next to him, wiping his nose before finishing. “Just stay with mbe,” he said, congestion finally seeping into his voice. At this, Greyson visibly perked up.
“Stay… you mbean stay at your apartment?” he asked. “Like sleep at your apartment?”
The look on Elijah’s face betrayed his every feeling. “I – yes, you fucking freak, like sleep at my apartment, why are you being weird?”
“You ndever let anyone stay over at your apartment,” Greyson said, pushing out of his chair and putting his winter coat over what was definitely Elijah’s sweatshirt. “Like, it’s a whole thigg Matt and Mark and I joke about, that ndo one is allowed at your place past seven p.m because you have sombe sort of weird bedtime ritual ndo one can see. Mby theory was you’re one of those people who sleeps in those who-goes-there-ass old-timey pajamas. The ones with a hat.”
Elijah blinked. “People stay at my apartment,” he said. Throwing the GM’s coat into his lap, Greyson scoffed.
“Yeah?” Greyson asked as Elijah slowly pushed up from his chair. “Whend?”
“I mean, it’s been awhile,” Elijah mused. Now that he thought about it – when was the last time he had someone stay at his place? Greyson had never asked or needed to stay with him; if he was gallivanting through the city after work, he was staying with whoever took him to bed. Mark lived practically next door to the restaurant, so he and Matt had never asked to stay even if all of them were out drinking. And the last time he’d had a date come to the house… well, if he was being honest, he couldn’t remember ever having a date stay the night at his apartment.
“That’s what I thought,” Greyson said, grabbing onto the back of Elijah’s chair to keep from falling over. “Oh – jesus, shit, hold on.” The chef closed his eyes, took as deep of a breath as his spasming lungs could handle. Slowly, he let the breath out, unfurled his fingers from the chair, and opened one eye. “Okay,” Greyson said, “mbaybe the train would be out of the question.”
Elijah bleated out a laugh. “You think?” he said, clapping Greyson on the shoulder. “C’mon, patient zero. Let’s get you to bed.”
***
As the winter night sky parted and made way for the blue-black light of morning, Elijah let out a breath he felt like he’d been holding for hours. Okay, he said to himself, time to get him to fucking urgent care.
Despite his goofing-off, his quipping, his inability to be serious for five fucking seconds, the moment Greyson’s body collapsed into Elijah’s bed, he crashed harder than Elijah had ever seen anyone crash. The shivers he’d had at the restaurant turned to shaking that rattled the headboard against the wall so loudly, Elijah assumed his neighbors would come and bang on the door. His teeth chattered in his head hard enough to crack the enamel, and his eyes, in the brief moments they were open, were bloodshot to hell. Greyson’s fever – however high it was, Elijah could only guess since he wasn’t exactly the type of guy who kept a thermometer lying around – just would not budge.
Elijah tried everything he knew to help get his friend’s fever down. At first, he tried to get Greyson to feel comfortable, to feel warm – piling blankets on top of him, forcing wool socks and a coat on him in bed, the whole nine. When that didn’t seem to do anything except make his skin burn hotter, Elijah tried moving on to old reliable: medicine.
The issue here was Greyson was barely conscious, and even getting water into him was proving difficult. “Greyson,” Elijah whispered after an hour of trying and failing to get the other man to swallow some ibuprofen. “Please, man, just take it, I promise you’ll feel better.”
Greyson’s eyes flitted open for a few moments, and Elijah pressed the pills into his hand. “Please,” he repeated. The chef attempted a nod, put the pills in his mouth, and immediately coughed them onto the bed; he shook his head, grabbing at his throat as the coughing continued. Unfortunately, Elijah related deeply to what his friend was implying: his throat was too swollen to swallow pills. Elijah swallowed around the knives in his own throat. Nodded.
“Okay,” he said, handing Greyson a cup filled with water instead. “Okay, fair enough.” God, why didn’t he keep any fucking Nyquil on hand?
After that episode, Elijah came to his senses and pulled out his phone to google how to get a fever down. One of the websites – one that looked to be for mothers of small children, but whatever, he’d try anything at this point – mentioned a lukewarm or cool bath, which didn’t sound like a terrible idea, but ultimately Greyson was seemingly unable to move and with the five inches and thirty pounds he had on Elijah, no shot was he getting carried to the bath.
Ultimately, Elijah ended up pressing a cool washcloth to Greyson’s forehead from three a.m. onward, the night spreading endlessly around him. The sleepless, worrying hours of trying to care for Greyson were only made worse by the fact that Elijah felt like absolute fucking dog shit; his lungs constricted with angry, bubbling coughs every few moments, and breathing out his nose was, as of about five in the morning, an absolute no-go. Worse still, as Greyson sweat through his sheets, Elijah could feel the stifling heat of his own fever spreading itself behind his eyes. Whatever it was that Greyson had managed to pick up, it certainly didn’t fuck around.
At seven a.m., when the alarm Elijah had set on his phone notified him that the closest urgent care would be open in thirty minutes, Greyson, who’d finally settled into a true sleep about an hour before, gasped himself awake.
“’S timbe for work?” he slurred, attempting to sit up. Elijah coughed out a hoarse laugh.
“Ndot exactly, bud,” he said, clearing his throat. “C’mond, let mbe help you uhh – uh… up-NGTSZCHH-ue!” Elijah wrenched to the side to avoid sneezing directly in Greyson’s face as he pulled the chef to a sitting position. Greyson pressed his eyebrows together, reached out to place a hand on Elijah’s forehead.
“You have a fever,” he mused, as Elijah pulled a few tissues from the near-depleted box on the end table. “I thought you said you weren’t sick?”
“I lied,” Elijah said plainly, shoving the tissues into the pocket of his hoodie. “Let’s go, up and at ’em, we’re getting you to urgent care.”
“Wh -? Urgent care, what do you mbean? I’mb fine.” Greyson said as Elijah slowly helped him to his feet. Elijah laughed again, this time doubling over into his elbow to cough.
“Please don’t mbake mbe laugh,” Elijah said, helping Greyson into one of the winter coats he had hanging in his closet – Greyson’s coat had been sweat through multiple times over, and Elijah wasn’t about to brave the doctor’s office with the smell of fever sweat coating the two of them. It seemed, frankly, a little too on the nose.
“Ndot trying to be funny,” Greyson mumbled as he shakily put on the coat. “’S just a cold, Lij.” As he said it, Elijah could see his eyes starting to roll back in his head, felt his fever-warm body go limp – fuck.
“Grey!” Elijah yelled, jerking the chef back to a standing position. Greyson came back to quickly, collapsing into a barking fit of coughing that wouldn’t subside until Elijah sat him back on the bed. This is going to be harder than I thought. “Are you okay?” Elijah asked, Greyson’s arm still gripped in his hand. Shakily, Greyson nodded; clearly the near-fall was enough to scare him.
“Fuck,” Greyson moaned, pulling a hand down his face. “I haven’t felt this shitty in…. I don’t even kndow how long. Hh-! HRRSHHT! Fuckigg ow.” Greyson pressed the heel of his hand into his eye, his headache palpable even to Elijah. The GM sighed, rubbed his friend’s back.
“That’s why we’re goigg to urgent care,” he said. “This is clearly beyond mby scope of ability. I almbost took you to the ER last ndight.”
Greyson looked at Elijah as if he were completely deranged. “I appreciate you ndot bankrupting mbe over a fuckigg fever,” he said, some levity breathed back into the room. Elijah croaked out a chuckle. “But… I mbean yeah, okay, I guess it couldn’t hurt to go.”
At this, Elijah pat Greyson once on the back. “Good mban,” he said, once again helping the chef to his feet. Greyson squeezed his eyes shut as he stood, an attempt to not lose consciousness again.
“Ndot sure I’mb gonna mbake it down the elevator, you mbay have to carry mbe to the car,” he joked, an attempt to keep Elijah calm. At the word car, Elijah’s heart sunk.
“Oh, fuck,” he said, pressing a palm to his face. “The boys have the fuckigg car.” Greyson pressed his lips together, remembering. Matt and Mark were hundreds of miles away at the Jersey shore. With Elijah’s only mode of transportation. With Greyson sick as a fucking dog, and Elijah well on his way to being down just a bad. The fucking boys have the fucking car.
“Where’s the clinic,” Greyson said, his voice thin. Elijah looked down at his phone.
“Three miles away,” he said. “It’s… oh, fuck mbe I forgot about the fuckigg mbarathon this weekend.” He pressed a few buttons on his phone, shaking his head in disbelief. “Ubers are like a hundred and fifty bucks,” he murmured. Greyson groaned.
“Don’t tell mbe we have to take the fuckigg subway,” he said, eyes still closed. Elijah bit his cheek; their options were more than limited. Without a car, and with the possibility of an uber even picking the two of them up looking the way they did near-zero, their choices were basically train… or walk. A glance in Greyson’s direction proved that walking was simply not an option.
“Let’s try to get sombe ibuprofen in you,” he said, guiding Greyson towards the kitchen. “It’s gonnda be a long train ride.”
***
The fact that they made it to this god-forsaken clinic was nothing short of a complete fucking miracle.
Getting to the train was bad enough; after pumping Greyson with enough ibuprofen to kill an elephant, topped off with four shots of espresso to keep him awake enough to get to the subway, the two of them set out on their jaunt. Still, it took nearly thirty minutes for the two of them to walk three blocks to the subway station.
“Greyson,” Elijah said for what felt like the thousandth time, “we gotta pick up the pace, kid, you’re killigg mbe here.”
“I – HGTSCHHH-uhh! Snrk. I’mb goigg as fast as I possibly cand,” Greyson mumbled, wiping his running nose on the coat Elijah had lent him. If this nursing-home shuffle was as fast as he could go, Elijah mused, they’d be lucky to get there next fucking year. Pursing his lips, Elijah looped his arm through Greyson’s and started dragging. “Stop pulling,” Greyson said, placing a hand on his own forehead. “’M gonnda pass out if we go any faster.”
“Then pass out,” Elijah said, continuing to pull. “It’d take the same ambount of timbe for me to drag your lifeless corpse through the street. We ndeed to get theehh – holdon-NGTZCHH-ue! Hh-! Hhh…” Elijah held an elbow up to his face, trying to use the very few exposed rays of sunlight to coax out the second sneeze. It was in vain; Elijah let out a shaky breath, annoyed.
Beside him, Greyson regarded Elijah with bloodshot, half-lidded eyes. “Bless you,” he said, sniffling. Elijah returned his watery gaze with a venomous scowl.
“I should, like, sue you for givigg mbe this,” he said, arm still locked in his friend’s. “This is a fucked-up illndess to give to someone.”
Elijah couldn’t tell if Greyson was nodding, or if he momentarily lost consciousness, causing his head to bob. Either way, when he lifted his gaze to look Elijah in the eyes again, he was finally smiling. “Yeah,” he said, coughing away from his friend. “Yeah, I mbean, when you’re right, you’re right.”
By the time they reached the train, Elijah was completely spent. Greyson had been so dizzy for the last half of the walk that he’d pulled the hood of his coat over his eyes and pressed his face into Elijah’s shoulder while they trudged forward, adding what felt like a billion pounds to Elijah’s already-weighed-down-by-fever body. They had made it, though, down the stairs and into the train and – blessedly – into two seats that faced the outside. Finally, when the tinny voice canned in from above asked them to stand clear of the closing doors, please, Elijah dropped his head between his legs and let out a brutal fit of coughs.
“Y’okay?” Greyson asked from behind the hood with both hands shielding his eyes like a visor. When he finally caught his breath, Elijah slowly turned slowly towards the chef and gave an exhausted nod.
“Great,” he rasped. “Ndever better.”
Urgent care was five stops away – five of the longest fucking stops Elijah had ever endured. Each time the train jerked forward or ground to a halt, Greyson made a tiny, terrible whimper in discomfort, a noise that broke Elijah’s heart each time it escaped his lips. “You’re okay, kid,” Elijah muttered, rubbing his friend’s arm while he silently cursed himself for not just paying the two hundred dollars for a stupid uber. “Almbost there.”
After what felt like an eon, the train finally pulled into their station, and Elijah summoned all the strength he had left to hoist Greyson to his feet and pull him out the door. By the grace of whatever-the-fuck entity was watching this scene unfold, the clinic was the first thing he saw when they made their way up the stairs. Small mercies, he thought, dragging Greyson across the street and in through the double doors. Small fucking mercies.
***
“I take it you’re Mr. Abbott?”
As the nurse practitioner breezed through the door she smiled at Elijah, who was sitting in the chair immediately to her right. The GM swung his head around to look her in the eye – fuck, she was pretty. Figures, he thought, wiping under his nose.
“Uh, ndo, I’mb Mr. Morrison – uh, I’m Elijah. That’s the patient,” Elijah said, pointing at Greyson swinging his feet loopily on the exam table. The NP hummed, taking her seat on the stool next to the computer.
“My apologies,” she said, adjusting her mask so it was more secure over her nose and mouth – can’t blame her there, Elijah thought. “Mr. Abbott, I’m Emily. I’ll be helping you out today.”
“Ohh, you cand call mbe Greyson, Doctor Embily,” Greyson said, smiling sloppily. From his chair, Elijah’s face burned red – only Greyson would be able to flirt with a hundred-and-three-degree fever. The NP smiled.
“Just Emily is fine,” she said, her voice kind and cheerful. “Can you tell me a little bit about what’s going on with you?”
Greyson, still with a half-drunk smile pasted on his face, just shrugged. “I’mb good,” he said, before turning suddenly to cough into the collar of his jacket, long enough for Emily to wince and bring him a cup of water from the machine right outside the door of the exam room they were in. “Thangks,” Greyson rasped, sipping the water with his eyes closed. “D’you mbind if I, uh, lay down for a mbinute?”
The NP nodded, then stood in time with Elijah to help him lay Greyson on the crumpled paper. While Greyson fought back the dizziness, Emily the NP turned towards Elijah. “Maybe you could help us with the details?” she asked, smiling.
Elijah nodded, cleared his throat. Fought back a shiver – why the fuck do they keep these offices so fucking cold? “Yeah,” he said, sitting back in his chair. “Sure thiihh – hh..scusembe-NGTXCH-uhh!” Elijah attempted to stifle the sneeze into the sleeve of his sweatshirt, to no avail. Before he could even look around for one, Emily placed a tissue box on the chair next to Elijah, giving him a sympathetic look.
“Bless,” she said, simply. Elijah nodded, taking a tissue and wiping his nose to keep from seeming any grosser that he already was.
“Thangks, sorry,” he said, swallowing painfully. “Uh, yeah, I mbean he’s had a fever since… Friday, I thingk? Thursday ndight, mbaybe? And a cough, which has definitely gotten, uh, worse…” Again, Elijah held up a finger as though to say give me a minute, before turning away in hopes of a sneeze. This time, he wasn’t so lucky – it evaded him, and left in its place a crunchy, painful cough. On the exam bed, Greyson coughed in time with his boss. The NP raised her eyebrows.
“And… is there a reason you aren’t up on that exam table with him?” she asked, her voice light. Greyson croaked out a laugh, not opening his eyes. Ignoring the chef, Elijah attempted a smile.
“I’mb okay,” he promised, clearing his throat. “Anyway, last ndight the fever just got really intense, he was shakigg and couldn’t get mbedicine down and uh… yeah.” Elijah blinked, trying to clear his head. “Is that… does that help?”
Emily nodded, standing. “It does,” she said. “Let’s take a look and see what we can do.” She approached Greyson then, placing a hand on the bed. “Mr. Abbott? Is it okay if your husband and I help you up?”
At this, Greyson’s eyes flew open. “Mby what?” he asked, coughing out another laugh. A look of panic passed over Emily’s eyes, and she looked back at Elijah as if for confirmation. Elijah just rubbed his face with one hand, a modicum of embarrassment on his face.
“We’re, uh… he’s ndot mby husband,” he said, standing to help the NP lift Greyson to a seated position. “We’re busindess partners. Friends, y’kndow, and… business partners.”
“I keep askigg and askigg, and he keeps sayigg ‘ndo’,” Greyson said, a hand kept over one eye to keep from falling down or passing out as he sat up. He smiled at Emily, a charmer to the end, even when he was half-dead. “You’d thingk I’d kndow how to deal with the heartbreak by ndow, but it just ndever gets easier,” he said, turning once again to cough away from the other two. Emily flashed Elijah a confused look.
“He’s kidding,” Elijah promised, sniffling. “I’d say it’s the fever, but really this is just… how he is.”
Emily nodded slowly. “My apologies, I shouldn’t have assumed anything,” she said, putting the earbuds of her stethoscope in her ears and placing the cold bell on Greyson’s chest. Coughing into his sleeve, Elijah lowered himself back into his seat.
“All good,” he said, voice mangled. “You wouldn’t be the first person to assumbe it.”
The NP worked quietly then, asking Greyson to breathe as she listened to his lungs, checking his throat and ears, swabbing his nose for a flu test and his tonsils for strep. By the time she was finished and the rapid tests were back, Greyson looked ready to pass out again.
“Alright, Mr. Abbott,” Emily said, breezing into the exam room with a clipboard in hand. “Good news and bad news; the good news is, you tested negative for strep. Bad news is you tested positive for Flu A, and based on how your lungs sound, I’d say you also have bronchitis. And most likely, a sinus infection.”
From his laid-out position on the bed, Greyson attempted a smile. “Yay?” he said, coughing into his hand. Emily laughed a little behind her mask.
“I’m going to prescribe you an antibiotic for the sinus infection; unfortunately, there’s not much I can do about the flu or the bronchitis, unless you’d like a steroid shot. Obviously get rest and lots of fluids, over the counter medicine is fine, too, you can take it with the antibiotic. Do you need a doctor’s note for work?”
Greyson smiled at Elijah from the bed. “Mmm, ndo pretty sure mby boss believes that I’mb sick,” he said. Elijah rolled his eyes, then pressed his hand deep into one of their sockets when pain spread behind them. Emily also turned to look at Elijah.
“Ah, yeah, I forgot. Business partners,” she said, swiveling the seat of her chair to face Elijah and scooting herself towards his seat. The GM’s heart thumped in time with his head as she approached. “As for you, Mr…?”
“Elijah is finde,” Elijah said, suppressing a cough by swallowing hard.
“Elijah,” Emily repeated. “Is it alright if I touch you?”
When was the last time a woman asked you that? Elijah thought to himself, nodding. Emily gently brought her hands to his face and pressed under his eyes and holy fucking shit, fucking ouch.
“Jesus,” Elijah said, reeling back before turning away from her to suddenly – “HRRTSH-ue! NGTSCHHH-uhh!” The NP’s eyes betrayed the smile behind her mask.
“Bless you,” she said, backing up to her computer. “That’s what I figured; listen, I don’t normally do two-for-one type stuff, but it’s pretty clear that you have what he has, so I’m going to go ahead and prescribe a round of antibiotics for you as well. Keep you from having to come back in a couple days.”
Elijah’s face flamed as he grabbed another tissue and quietly blew his nose. This woman was the first person he’d felt those adolescent butterflies for in – he didn’t even know how long, honestly – and of course he was laid out, barely able to talk and sneezing in her face. The universe has it out for me, I swear to god.
“Uh, okay,” Elijah said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Thangk you.”
“Don’t mention it,” she said, typing into her computer. When she finished and turned back to the two ill men, she smiled with her eyes. “Is there anything else I can do for the two of you?”
“You could hit mbe with a blow dart and wake mbe up when this shit is gone,” Greyson said, coughing again. Elijah bit the inside of his cheek while the NP laughed.
“Outside my jurisdiction,” she said, standing. “My apologies. Well, if that’s all then I’ll let you two get home. Take care of yourselves, if things get worse don’t be afraid to come back in.” Emily opened the door, pulled her mask down to smile at the two of them. Fuck, this woman is gorgeous. “Feel better,” she said, and closed the door behind her.
***
“So, do you thingk you’re goigg to go by Mr. Doctor Embily?” Greyson asked, propping himself up on an elbow. “Or is that, like, too on-the-ndose?”
From under the warm washcloth he’d placed over his aching sinuses, Elijah snorted and threw his friend a playful middle finger. “You’re an asshole,” he muttered, pulling the blanket Greyson had moved when he shifted positions back over his torso. “That womban wouldn’t touch mbe with a ten-foot pole after the fuckigg performance we put on in there.”
“Mmmb, I don’t kndow about that,” Greyson mused plucking the washcloth off of Elijah’s face and placing it over his own. “Seemed like she thought you were cute.”
This time, Elijah was the one who sat up. “Yeah,” he said grabbing both his and Greyson’s cups of TheraFlu off the side table and pressing the chef’s cup into his hand. “Ndothing cuter than sombe guy nearly sneezing into your open eyes. Dringk your damn mbedicine.”
Greyson did as he was told, sifting through the arsenal of Doordashed medications the two men had laid out on the bed as he sipped. After they’d stumbled out of the urgent care Elijah, who’d held it together as well as was humanly possible the past thirty hours, hit a wall so hard he nearly dropped to his knees. Without saying anything, Greyson had pulled out his phone and ordered an eye-wateringly expensive uber to cart them the few miles back to Elijah’s apartment; in return, Elijah had sent for an equally expensive courier to pick them up a pharmacy’s worth of medication and the best soup that the upper west side had to offer. While they waited for everything to be delivered, the two shivering, coughing men curled into Elijah’s sweat-soaked bed, listening to the labored sounds of one another’s breathing until they both passed out.
Now, an hour later and finally medicated, Greyson seemed wont to talk, while Elijah felt himself slipping into a deeper rung of illness. His whole body ached; he could think of nothing but sleep. Still, Greyson continued to prod.
“I’mb being serious,” Greyson said, unwrapping a cough drop and popping it in his mouth. “Mbaybe you should go back and ask for her ndumber.”
Elijah, eyes laden with bags from a sleepless night, flushed and sweating and breathing through his mouth, looked at Greyson, deadpan. “Look mbe in the eye and tell mbe that’s a goooo – hh… snrf. A good ideahh – hhGTSCHHH-oo! HRRTSCH-uh!” He wrenched to the side just in time, groaning at the pain. Out of the corner of his eye, Elijah saw Greyson wince.
“Well, obviously wait a few days,” he said, prompting Elijah to throw a pillow at him. The chef laughed, a soupy cough punctuating it.
“God, this is fuckigg mbiserable,” Elijah muttered, laying down again. “I can’t believe you worked yesterday feeling like this.”
Shrugging, Greyson placed his cup back on the side table and laid down as well. “I’mb mbade of different stuff, what can I say,” he joked. Elijah made a sound between a laugh and a snort before closing his eyes, the soft tendrils of sleep curling their fingers around his fevered mind. Moments before he dropped off, Elijah heard Greyson speak up again. “Hey, Lij?”
“Mmm?” Elijah muttered, sleep still right on the horizon. When Greyson didn’t immediately speak up, he opened one eye just a crack. Greyson, face pale and lips cracked, was looking right at him, clearly thinking of how to put whatever it was he wanted to say. Finally, he spoke up again.
“Thangk you,” Greyson said. “For takigg care of mbe.”
For a moment, Elijah just stared back, the sincerity of the sentiment setting him off-balance in a way he wasn’t expecting. Elijah rubbed his face to wake up enough to speak, nodded without letting his head leave the pillow. “’Course, Grey,” he said, attempting a weak smile. “That’s what friends are for.” He shrugged then, nonchalant, and closed his eyes once again. “I kndow you’d do the sambe for mbe.”
“Yeah,” Greyson said, voice soft. “I would.”
Right on the edge of sleep, Elijah allowed himself the last word. “Grey?”
“Yeah?”
“If you ever get mbe this sigck again, I will shoot you with a gun.”
For the first time in days, Greyson laughed in earnest. “I’ll hold you to that,” he said. “Ndight, Lij.”
“G’night,” Elijah mumbled before finally, blessedly, drifting into sleep.
I don’t know how many of you are familiar with Chu/ck Tin/gle — I haven’t even read any of his work tbh (I’ve been meaning to one of these days) but I like his vibe, so I follow him on social media.
I saw this just now, and uh…there definitely isn’t a single niche that this man fears 🤣
Sky/rim anon, if you're still out there...you were absolutely right about Luc/ien, Jesus Christ 👀
So from what I'm starting to understand, it seems to be standard for the modded followers to have a random snz for the sake of immersion? Which, I'm definitely not complaining LOL.
Also, apologies for the first person camera for those who struggle with it - I was locked in and wasn't expecting Luc/ien to do anything right then 😅
Since I didn't get Luc/ien into frame, I'll leave a screenshot of him from the re-imagined mod I'm using under the cut, as well as links.
Okay so, I'm on another Sky/rim kick recently (yes it's because I can't get the Obli/vion remaster right now lmao) and decided to experiment a bit with some mods this time. I found one for a follower named Kai/dan, who's romanceable, and uh...😳
There's a sneeze at the beginning and at the end (if I find any different ones as I play, y'all will be the first to know 👀), but I also threw in a few other noises and some dialogue bitching about the cold cuz I thought it was cute haha.
Mods I used to get him working under the cut for anyone who wants it.
Kaidan 2
Kaidan 2 Extended Edition - (This is a link to the all-in-one installer; I just dropped that puppy into vortex, and it works fine. But here's a link to the Nexus page to double-check requirements if need be).
High Poly Kaidan - Face and Body - (There are other mods that change up his appearance from the default, I just liked this one the most)
Tempered Skins for Males
Skyrim Script Extender (SKSE64)
Unofficial Skyrim Special Edition Patch - USSEP
RaceMenu
Fores New Idles in Skyrim SE
XP32 Maximum Skeleton Special Extended
SkyUI
*There's definitely more mods that enable nudity and stuff, I just personally chose to opt out lol.
*I think I included everything along with their requirements to work - but double check mod requirements on each one just in case. I personally used the Vortex mod manager through Nexus' website.
Ahh I love Kaiden! I didn't know he sneezed though! There's another custom follower that I believe interacts with Kaiden called Lucian and he sneezes too! It's only one and it's been years since I played but I think he excuses himself and it's a pretty decent fake from memory. He doesn't have a romance path though, so he's just a friend but still he is such fun to have in a playthrough! He has so many lines though so it may take a while to hear him sneeze
Omg I was not expecting it at all 😂 I’d just done a convo with him at an Inn where he’d been drinking, and he was kinda casually sniffling and stuff while he was talking, and I thought at that point “It’d be really cute if you sneezed right now, but I seriously doubt the modder wrote anything like that in here.” Then we went out into the cold and he sneezed, and we immediately got attacked by a dragon, and I’m like “Umm we’re not just MOVING ON from that, hello??" 🤣
Lucian sounds so cute though 🥺 I saw in Kaidan’s setup options that there were other custom NPC’s he could interact with, but I didn’t look more into it in the moment cuz I wanted to test him out first. I might have to now 👀 If I manage to find Lucian’s sneeze, I will definitely record it for you guys 💕
Okay so, I'm on another Sky/rim kick recently (yes it's because I can't get the Obli/vion remaster right now lmao) and decided to experiment a bit with some mods this time. I found one for a follower named Kai/dan, who's romanceable, and uh...😳
There's a sneeze at the beginning and at the end (if I find any different ones as I play, y'all will be the first to know 👀), but I also threw in a few other noises and some dialogue bitching about the cold cuz I thought it was cute haha.
Mods I used to get him working under the cut for anyone who wants it.
Kaidan 2
Kaidan 2 Extended Edition - (This is a link to the all-in-one installer; I just dropped that puppy into vortex, and it works fine. But here's a link to the Nexus page to double-check requirements if need be).
High Poly Kaidan - Face and Body - (There are other mods that change up his appearance from the default, I just liked this one the most)
Tempered Skins for Males
Skyrim Script Extender (SKSE64)
Unofficial Skyrim Special Edition Patch - USSEP
RaceMenu
Fores New Idles in Skyrim SE
XP32 Maximum Skeleton Special Extended
SkyUI
*There's definitely more mods that enable nudity and stuff, I just personally chose to opt out lol.
*I think I included everything along with their requirements to work - but double check mod requirements on each one just in case. I personally used the Vortex mod manager through Nexus' website.
Happy, happy birthday to my darling sunshine, @collectivelyallergic!! Go show him some love!
Here's a comic inspired by an ask on how we met, plus some early experiences we'd shared!
If you like my drawings, and are willing and able to do so, please consider commissioning me, pledging to my Patreon, or donating through ko-fi ☕! You're not obliged to, but every bit helps to keep me living decently and I really do appreciate it!
Okay, so I've gotten messages and shit about that last post I made, sooooo, LET'S DO A POLL.
LOL, I'm hella nervous-excited.
If I created a forum (and possibly a Discord at a later date) that is just for writers of original, plot-driven fiction, would you be interested? Here's the breakdown:
-This would be for original (preferably plot-driven) stuff. Fanfic has plenty of other spaces. I'm trying to give OC writers a spot just for themselves!
-Long fic, short fic, it doesn't matter. As long it's original, it's welcome.
-OCs can, of course, be based on things you've watched or read. But it still needs to be original, not just fanfiction with substitute names. Like I said, fanfic has plenty of spaces. This is for OC stuff.
-It wouldn't just be for snz stuff. General fiction would be not only welcomed, but encouraged. Snz would not be required.
-This would be a character/story driven forum, so it wouldn't be a place for things like hypothetical scenario fics with nameless or A/B characters. There's nothing wrong with that at all, of course! This just wouldn't be the place for it.
-Scream about your OCs all you want! Give each other random ideas!
- Readers are more than welcome to join, but you have to participate. By that, I mean if you read something and you like it? Leave a comment. If you don't like it? That's cool. Just comment on SOMETHING once in a while lol. If someone's character or idea excites you? Tell them. If you don't like it? Just skip it. No one will ever know. You WILL have the option to log in as "invisible." Not one person will know if you read or didn't read their stuff. And look, It's not your responsibility to make everyone feel good. I just don't want a place where it's writers posting and people lurking, but never commenting when they like something. We deserve better.
- There would be spaces for 18+, character discussion, writing help, feral snz porn moments, and other things.
-No minors would be allowed.
There's is not a "No, I'm not interested" option in this poll because I'm trying to get a number to see if this is worth my time. Don't give me shit, okay? I'm doing my best lol.
**IF YOU DO NOT HAVE A SNEEZE FETISH/KINK, DON'T VOTE.**
Are you interested in a forum for Snz OC fiction?
Hell yes, I'm so in!
I'm not a writer, but I would love to read and comment on things!
Voting ended onApr 29, 2025
P.S. - I've run forums before and I'm not a dictator with stupid rules and "warnings" and shit like that. Don't be an asshole, a bigot, a transphobe, etc. Just be cool and participate.
That's it. That's the post.
Please don't throw rocks at me for posting something that isn't snz 🙏
Edan and Eliott belong to @vahnibee (posted at her request) <3 This started as me taking a screenshot from an ig live because I wanted to practice the perspective and truly got out of hand 😅
AAAAHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR POSTING THIS 😭💕🙌 I tried really hard to find a good meme to appropriate articulate my feelings — but I couldn’t, SO YOU’RE GETTING WORDS INSTEAD 😈
Okay I can’t overstate how much this made my day when you sent it to me 😭 The ins/ta overlay looks so fucking cool, I LOVE how you formatted it, and all the comments in the live chat 😭🙌. I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS WAS YOUR FIRST TIME DRAWING PLAID TOO BECAUSE IT LOOKS SO FUCKING GOOD??? LIKE??? THE SHADING ALSO LOOKS PHENOMENAL AND MY GOD YOU ROCKED THEIR HAIR 😭
Eliott’s gonna need to lay in bed for like, an entire day after this stream LOL he hates mushrooms so much (I actually love them so I can’t relate 🤣). I love how Edan looks like he’s having the time of his life watching his brother suffer (tbh he is, but he’ll take good care of him later even if he’s still kinda laughing LOL). YOU DID SO GOOD WITH HIS PIERCINGS AND FUUUUCK HE LOOKS SO GOOD IN PURPLE 😭. Thank you so much again for using your inspiration from Am/ir’s stream to draw them, I’m absolutely blown away by how much love you put into my boys, and I can TELL you had fun with this just by how gorgeous and vibrant these two nerds turned out 😭
Man, I wish this was a real stream because I really wanna watch it 😂
Just read all your OC fics again! I forgot how cute your OC's are! <3
YOU’RE TOO SWEET WHAT THE HECK 😭💕
Thank you so much, oh my god 😭🙌 I love them so, so much - and now that I’m back in the headspace to write them, I’m also info-dumping about them to anyone who will listen (which right now is like, one person because I’m afraid to annoy everyone else LMFAO)
But omg thank you for taking the time to read my fics - especially a second time?? That made my whole day to hear, thank you so much 😭🫂💕
So cute!!!! I can't wait to fully read what you put together.
Don't worry, and please don't hurry. Sometimes writing takes time.
Omg you’re such a sweetheart 😭💕. I hope it ends up being a fun read, despite the flaws LOL. If you (or anyone who also checks out the doc) see stuff you like, don’t be shy to let me know 🥰 I write for fun/for myself first and foremost, but I’m definitely not immune to a pat on the head when I’ve done something people enjoy haha 💕
Also thank you so much for your patience 🙏 I’m super excited about this kink reveal fic - I’ve been working on it for the last couple of weeks, and it’s already close to 10K in word count 🫣. I’ve apparently missed my boys quite a bit LOL
