#Dust Allergy
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Dear Eclipse! Do you have any allergies like sun and moon? I know moon is allergic to pepper and sun is allergic to dandelions so do you have any allergies?
"Pfft-haha! Poor Sunny hasn't outgrown that? That was always an amusing sight~
Those two have no idea how better they had it--never had the worry of setting anything within reach ablaze with a simple sneeze.
Yet I still fail to see how it is my fault you humans leave things coated in dust."
#answered ask#fairy au#dca fairy au#ask the black sun fairy#black sun fairy#fairy eclipse#fnaf eclipse#dust allergy#fairy au lore
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FUCKKKKKK DUST ALLERGY
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Weaponized Incompetence
hi guys i started watching the devil is a p@rt t!mer the other day and im obsessed
i hope u enjoy
dust allergy, luc//ifer (urush//ihara)
“ihSChh!”
Alciel turns to face the disturbance and has to actually angle his gaze downwards when he remembers how short Lucifer is. The hikikomori is idly rubbing his nose, feather duster trailing on the floor in his other hand. “You’re supposed to be cleaning, Urushihara.” he chastises.
“I think I’m allergic to dust.” He frowns.
Alciel’s eye twitches at the excuse. “You’re always trying to get out of doing anything! It’s disgraceful. Maou-sama deserves to come home to a clean castle. It’s bad enough he’s providing for us!” He wrings out his lord’s durable whitey-tighties over the sink. “It’s the very least you can do.”
“The least I can do is nothing.”
“Oh, you’ve already done something!”
Lucifer weighs his options with a sigh. There’s no way Alciel will let him enjoy himself in peace until the chores are done, not with how worked up he’d been all day after a few cracks from Emi about his housekeeping coupled with seeing the charges to their bank account—so he’d ordered a few online games, sue him. “But it’s—”
“And when you’re done dusting, you can vacuum.”
“I can’t do it like you. I’ll probably make a bigger mess—”
“Enough!” Alciel clips damp clothes to the clothesline and whips his head around and bears his fangs. “Hurry up! He’ll be home in a half hour.”
Lucifer grimaces at the dust coating the feathers. Most of it had remained from
previous usage. It darkened them so much that they almost match his wings in terms of color. This has been a pointless waste of his time; he’s sure this isn’t doing much other than taking dust from one area and moving it to a new one. “hH’KxSHh!” Even thinking about it is apparently enough to make him sneeze again. “It’s filthy,” he complains.
“Go shake it outside!” Alciel yells, pointing at the door.
The nerve of this guy. Outside? In the sun? Where there could be people?
Fine.
He sighs and reconciles with himself. After this, he’ll play his new PC games. He has
animals to take care of. Trees to plant. Lands to reign over. Soon enough, Alciel will be too busy fawning over Satan for him to be up his ass. It’ll only be another hour maximum.
He shields his eyes from the sun, even though there’s decent cloud coverage and the temperature outside is almost identical to the one inside the Devil’s Castle. As he shakes out the duster, his eyes begin to water and thus confirm his suspicions. He tries to hold his breath, but he has a feeling it’s too late if the burning itch spreading through his nasal passages is any indication.
“hih’ISCHh! Hehh…hhihtcshh’ih!” Curse this human body. This is terrible. He has to sniffle to keep his nose from running but it has the unpleasant side effect of making the tickle reignite. He scrubs his nose against his shoulder and beats the duster on the rail again. The fallen archangel is no match for the angry cloud of dust that wafts in front of his face. “Tschh! KSChh! heh’ihSCh! h’EDtSZCHhh!”
This is miserable.
He heads back in, head bent from the dizziness following the intensity of the sneezing fit. Even through the budding congestion, he can smell the concoction of chemicals Alciel has started using to clean the kitchen sink in the minute it's taken him to accomplish his task
“Hey, you’re not combi’ding bleach and ammbo’dia, are you?”
“What?”
Lucifer points at the various bottles on the countertop rather than attempt to repeat himself.
“Of course I’m not! I would never be so careless!” Alciel yells back, double checking the labels anyway. “See? They’re all—”
“HhGHT-! Tschhiew…!”
Alciel frowns at the intensity of the poorly restrained sneeze. “Why don’t you switch to vacuuming?”
Lucifer sniffles and hands Alciel the feather duster. Hop off my dick, he thinks with another sniffle. They have no tissues thanks to Alciel’s “budgeting,” so he heads off to grab some toilet paper.
“Where are you going?”
“Are you kiddi’gg?” he mutters, stifling another sneeze before closing the bathroom door behind him. He blows his nose and is disgusted by how much toilet paper he has to go through before he can breathe through his nose again. And even then…
“Ihh’Khshhh! Huhh…” He coughs dryly into the folded up toilet paper before blowing his nose again. Maybe if he’s quiet enough in here, Alciel will forget about him. He sits himself against the wall furthest from the toilet and tries to breathe evenly so he doesn't trigger another sneeze. He rests his head between his knees and cups clean toilet paper over his nose and tries to get some relief from the worsening sinus pressure. Might as well let his nose run freely instead of attempting to blow it every thirty seconds.
What a pain. He almost wishes they’d have unwanted company just to get Alciel off his back. Too bad he hadn’t brought the laptop in here with him. With it, he’d probably be able to stay here for at least three days.
“Urushihara! Stop slacking off!”
“I’mb sorry my health is—h’KSCHh’hiu! Ugh. Of n’doh co’dcernd to you.”
“I can’t understand what you're saying. Open this door!”
Lucifer’s head feels like it’s pounding as if Alciel’s first has been banging directly against his temple rather than on the door. He has no choice but to oblige. “If I vaccuumb, will you leave mbe alonde?”
Alciel gives him a once over. “Are you crying?”
Lucifer scowls and pushes past him, easily dodging the retaliatory shove aimed in his direction. He grabs the vacuum and finds the switch, and—the bag is full. “What a pain,” he bemoans. “You used it last, Alciel!”
“Call me Ashiya!”
“It’s just us,” he mutters, sniffling again. “Can’t you switch this out?”
“I have dinner on the stove!”
Lucifer shudders at the thought of having udon yet again. If he suggests ordering out, he knows it’ll just result in more headache, so he kneels down to replace the bag. There are only so many buttons on the thing, it’s obviously the one in the middle. He’s a whiz with technology. A natural. As is expected of a NEET. This should be—
Poof.
Yeah, no he fucked up.
The bag spills everywhere and Alciel shrieks at the mess. It’s all over Lucifer’s face, and he doesn’t have time to get a single word out before he's overcome with a sneezing fit. “Heh’edzshhu! Kxsch! Tchh’ih-tschh!-tschh! h’KSCHhh!”
“If you didn’t know how, you should’ve asked,“ Alciel lectures.
He holds up his hand to wave him off, unable to do much else other than try to get a breath in between the rapid sneezes. “hih’hHdtSChh! Ih’tchh!-kschh! Huhh!- hhihIHTShh!”
“Oh wow,” he says, tone changing abruptly, “You’re really allergic.”
Lucifer manages to shoot him a death glare with the two seconds he’s able to keep his eyes open before he jerks forward with another sneeze. Of course the earlier torture hadn’t been enough. “hehhySChh’ih!” he sneezes, voice cracking in desperation halfway through.
“Here, go wash your face, I’ll clean this up,” Alciel says, managing to sound guilty rather than amused.
The barrage of sneezing relents enough to let him get up to run to the bathroom. The floor hadn’t been particularly dirty before he’d attempted to vacuum, but it certainly is now.
“Hehdt’SCHH! Huhh..”
He flushes his eyes with water and then washes his face, the curtain of bangs in front of his eye getting dampened in the process. He buries his face in the nearby washcloth and immediately sneezes again. His throat is starting to become sore from it all, too. But something tells him his suffering will not be in vain. There’s no way they’ll pester him to clean again after this.
“Welcome home, My Lord!”
Lucifer steps out of the bathroom to see Alciel back over the stove. It’s alarming how adept he’s gotten at these chores. It doesn’t even make sense for him to need help. The floor is spotless again like nothing had happened.
“MgRonalds is doing an employee of the month program, and it comes with a bonus!” The Former Demon King and current part-time MgRonalds employee announces. If Lucifer weren’t so distracted right now, his ears would prick up at the word bonus almost as much as Alciel’s do. He starts to praise the endeavor when Lucifer’s nose betrays him again. It doesn’t matter that the allergen is long gone, the damage has already been done.
“hgSChh!”
“—just know you’ll be able to—”
“ihhtSChhiu!”
“—and hard work—”
“ihh’tSChh! KXSch!-tschh! Ihshh!”
“Are you okay, Urushihara?”
Lucifer gives him a lackluster thumbs-up before sneezing again. Satan takes a few steps forward and brings the back of his knuckles to the exposed part of Lucifer’s forehead. The urge to sneeze that’d been building recedes from the suddenness of the gesture, leaving his nose twitching in annoyance.
“He’s allergic to housework,” Alciel explains.
“Allergic to duh-dust.” Lucifer sniffles indignantly. “And ih’KSCHh! -a’dd guess what he made me do?” He at least manages to cover the sneeze in time, though his shirt is starting to look patchy with different portions of it darkened with spray.
Satan pats his head. “And yet, you did it anyway. Thank you for helping.”
“I’mb older thand you,” Lucifer hisses under his breath.
“From now on…I will do the dusting!”
“No, Sire!” Alciel protests, “It is my job to keep up with the housework. I will ensure it gets done!”
It’s so tacky. Lucifer walks away as they have a heated moment and returns to his place in front of the computer. His nose may be beyond fucked, but even he can smell the burning from the kitchen.
“Oh no! It’s my fault, I got distracted!”
“It’s okay, we’ll figure something else out. Or I’m sure it tastes…umm…”
“I’mb orderi’gg a pizza!” he says hoarsely. And for once, nobody protests.
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Continuing to catch up on my sneezes…
This is literally two days in March. 7-8 March. I think I was fighting a cold on top of being assaulted daily by the dust in my car 😅
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Your body and brain are supposed to work together to create a functioning being.
But my body didn't get that message and gives my brain shit whenever it wants.
Yes I'm back on my bs of complaining about my health issues online.
I was almost at maintenance for allergy shots but my body said fuck you, horrible allergy attack + other issues, so I'm pissed.
Today's been shitty.
#allergies#dust allergy#allergy#allergy treatment#allergic#medication#allergy symptoms#allergy sneezes#my body hates me#and i hate it#Cause it doesn't work#pissed#annoyed#frustrated#angry#tired#so tired#VJS
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Small scenario based on my experience the other day but like-
A tour guide for a museum with the worst dust allergies, already expecting to be sniffling as they guide groups of tourists and locals through the halls of artwork, only to find that the room full of tapestries in the next room are made of some fabric that really gets their allergies activated-
Speaking with congested sinuses, they sniffle as discreetly as possible, hooked to a microphone and well aware that a sneeze would resound in every one of their guests ears if they were to let it out- during a break in the tour they mute themselves to finally blow their nose, eyes watering slightly.
#snz#snz kink#allergies#dust allergy#snzblr#snz scenario#scenarios#tour guide#I imagine they get home after work and just spend hours blow their nose#they thought the normal museum was bad but oh those historic tapestries-#but they love their job so much#they can’t help but go back#two tours a day#their poor sinuses
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BECKY, BY THE WAY
“Ah’EtSCHEW!”
“Bless you.”
“Eh’EtSCHEE!”
“Bless you.”
“AhAH’ETSCHEWETSCHEW!”
“BLESS you!
“Thank you. Excuse me.”
“Are you feeling okay?”
“Yeah just…Oh’ETSCHEE! Just allergic.”
“Bless you again. Do you need a tissue?”
“Sure. Thank you.”
“Of course. What are you allergic to? Bless you. Bless you.”
“Thank you. Oh, cats, dogs, rabbits, horses, feathers, pollen..”ETSCHEWETSCHESW! Excuse me. Uh, dust, perfume, incense, paint, patchouli, smoke…Christmas trees.”
“Oh wow. That’s quite the list. Bless you. You must have a really hard go at this time of year.”
“HAH’ETSCHEW! Excuse me. Yeah I hardly ever leave the house.”
“Except for the day of the month with the highest…bless…bless…bless…oh honey…bless you! Here’s the whole pack of tissues. Bless you!”
“Ugh…thanks…this is so embarrassing…”
“Your sneezes are so cute though! Don’t be embarrassed.”
“Oh! Um, nobody has ever said that before, TSCHEWTSCHEW! Excuse me. Thank you…”
“You’re welcome. Bless you! I’m Becky, by the way. Bless you! Do you live on campus? Do you want me to walk you to your dorm?”
“Eh’ETCHIEW! No, my roommate has a cat so they’re trying toOHH’ATSCHEW! Trying to relocate me…I feel like such a bother.”
“Oh darling don’t. Bless you! It’s for your health. You can’t make that adorable nose any angrier.”
“Uh…thank you?”
“Sorry. That was probably pretty weird. Bless you! The second room in my dorm is vacant. Bless you. Bless you! I could put your name out for it!”
“Oh, I couldn’t. You’d wake up to this every morning. UH’ETSCHEWWETSCHEWWET-SCHEWWSCHEWW!”
“God BLESS you! Oh sweetie…”
“Excuse me. Thanks. You’re super sweet, but I’m sure this would get really annoying.”
“I actually wouldn’t mind this waking me up everyday…Bless you…”
“Um…”
“I knew I shouldn’t say that…”
“No, it’s okay. Nobody has ever…TSCHEW! TSCHEX! Excuse me. Nobody has ever said that to my face before…”
“Oh, I’m sorry…I’ve never said it to anyone before either. You’re just so cute…”
“Et’SCHEWW! Maybe we should go for that walk. And maybe you should offer my name for that room…TSCHEW! TSCHEWX! It would be nice to have a roommate who doesn’t mind thiihh’TSCHEWW! Excuse me. Who doesn’t mind this…”
“Oh I more than don’t mind it…bless you.”
“Thank you. I’m cahAH’ETCHEWW Carlie by the way. TSCHEWW!”
“Bless you Carlie. Let’s take a walk.”
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❤️thanks for reading lovelies❤️
#sneeze#sneezes#sneezing#allergic#allergy#allergies#snzfic#snz#sneezefic#sneezing fit#cat allergy#sneezefetish#she can’t stop sneezing#snzfetish#dust allergy#pollen allergy#perfume allergy#dog allergy#every allergy
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I come from dust
And to dust I shall return
But until then
I'll be allergic to it
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Short little fit from today :)
#snz things#snz blog#allergies#allergy#snz#snz wav#sneeze attack#snz fit#hay fever#pollen#dust allergy
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Vent time. Do not read if not in the right mental space.
I hate hate hate my dust allergy
My nose is killing me i feel light headed my eyes are itching my period is supposed to begin today but I think it’s gonna start tomorrow my entire body is still vibrating from the other day and I feel slightly dizzy now.
I have so much work to do I have to figure out what I’m gonna do about my uni funding I have to study for my a levels I have to finish some art projects so I can start taking commissions so I can help out with the home finances I have to learn how to cook so I can overcome my mageirocophobia I have to do a multitude of things that require me to be mentally present.
I can barely function. I wish my nose would stop doing this to me. Why the fuck am I allergic to dust. But like I swear I wasn’t this bad last time I was here. Okay yeah maybe it was bad at the start but I don’t HAVE time to adjust right now I have things to be doing. Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhggggg
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Uh oh, I think I might have a dust allergy reaction.
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Ok so yesterday, a new friend I made invited me to hang out in the morning and we stayed out for most of the day ( I've never done that before). We went to the library, the dog park, had lunch, chilled at the lake, bought teas and went to check out the new apartment she's moving into this week. All in all I had fun! But I guess my body is really not used to this level of being outdoor coz I caught a fkking eye infection 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
Ps: i think this would be an appropriate excuse to borrow Masamune's eyepatch :)
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hey could u do a jimin allergy snz fic? specifically a dust allergy if that’s fine..idrc about the scenario :-)
Thanks for the request! Sorry it took me so long >.< Hope you enjoy it <3
Pairing: VMin - platonic intentions but open interpretations.
Words: 2000
Warnings: Snz content || Dust Allergy || Snot
"Jimin"
"Jiminie-hyung"
"Wake up, Jimin-ah!"
After several disturbances, Jimin wakes to find his best friend hovering over him. He's still adjusting to the atmosphere of the room. There's only faint light slipping through the curtains, he doesn't know if it's sun or moon. He looks at the clock on the wall. It reads 6:42 AM. He knows they don't have a schedule until noon.
Based on the wide smile separating Taehyung's cheeks, Jimin concludes it's not an emergency. "Tae, it's too early. What do you want?" He whines, pulling a pillow around his face.
"There's an antique shop 2 blocks away from the hotel." Taehyung answers excitedly. Much too excitedly for the hour. Jimin wonders if his soulmate even slept at all. Meanwhile, he's still recovering from jet lag.
When Jimin doesn't answer, Taehyung tries again. "Come on! I want to get there right when it opens so we don't attract too much attention." He shakes the older vocalist.
"What could you possibly want from an antique store?" Jimin asks, mostly because he knows that answering is the best way to get Taehyung to stop shaking him.
Which he does. Taehyung takes his hands off his hyung and uses them to exaggerate his expressions. "We could find anything! That's the fun of it."
Taehyung loves using his free time on tours to explore. He especially loves thrifting and visiting second hand shops. They tend to be less crowded and are a great way to learn more about the history of whatever city they are in.
But he hates to go alone.
"Please, Minnie! We'll be back in time for you to take another nap before schedules." He holds his pinky out, "I promise."
Jimin can't resist a pinky promise. He pulls himself from the bed, pushing his remaining exhaustion aside. He connects his pinky to Taehyung's and seals the arrangement by pressing their thumbs together. "What time does the store open anyway?" He asks, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"7:30. Get dressed so we can go!" Taehyung's so excited. Jimin decides it's worth losing a few hours of sleep to see his soulmate so enthusiastic. And following a routine schedule might finally fix his jet lag. At least until they depart for the next city.
Jimin does as he's told. He hastily dresses, forgoing his normal morning routine in the interest of time. He and Taehyung arrive at the antique shop just as it's opening. The owner looks at them suspiciously as they walk in with hats and masks, but says nothing about it when she welcomes them.
Jimin follows closely behind Taehyung as he looks. Truthfully, Jimin doesn't see the appeal. He has a more modern taste. But if nothing else, it's fun to look at. And Taehyung's in awe at everything he sees. So he's not going to complain.
Not long into their shopping trip, Jimin's nose starts to itch. He tries scrunching it to will the itch away. Then tries wiggling it on his face. But it doesn't stop. He thinks it's just irritated from the mask and pulls the paper shield down to his chin. There's only a handful of people in the store anyway. And no one looks like they recognize him. He decides it's safe.
But the itch doesn't stop. He's scratching at his nose, flaring his nostrils and wiping at them. It's all useless. The itch has finally built up to a full sneeze. He pitches forward and cups his face in his hands, "Het'NXTchu" The sneeze makes his nose drip and his eyes water. He sniffles thickly and notices a heavy wall in his sinuses that wasn't there a minute ago.
It's not uncommon for Jimin to randomly sneeze. So Taehyung ignores it, continuing to look around the shop. For as small as it looks on the outside, it's actually a pretty big store. There's so much more than he expected. He's excited to take in every detail.
Jimin grows more and more uncomfortable as they press on. He's sniffling and wiping his nose on the back of his sleeve when he can. Eventually he separates from Taehyung. He doesn’t want his nose to disturb his best friend’s experience. He approaches the shop owner, but with the language barrier, he's not able to effectively convey his need for tissues. No matter how many gestures toward his nose he makes, she doesn’t seem to understand him. So he bows to her and carries on.
Jimin stops to rest by an old table when he feels the need to sneeze again. He pitches forward with a shaky "eh'tICHu" and uses the lamp to steady him. When he goes to swipe at his nose, he notices the dust coating his fingertips from where he touched the surface. Just looking at his dusty fingers triggers another "nxt'CHU" that bends him at the waist. He has to resist the instinct to bring his hand close to his face.
He looks around the store, swiping a few more of the items on display and notices that everything is covered in a thick layer of dust. He thought before the colors were just faded with time, but now he can see everything looks like it hasn’t been touched in years. No wonder he felt so stuffy all of a sudden. He finds the emptiest corner and hides out there for a bit. Just to collect himself. He sneezes three times in quick succession to try and relieve some pressure. But the air from each sneeze just scatters the dust coating the shelves around him.
He needs to leave the shop. It feels like he’s covered in dust. Using his sleeves is probably only sending more dust particles into his nose. It's a nightmare. He needs to go back to the hotel and take a hot shower and an allergy pill. He needs to sleep until he can’t sleep anymore and pray he feels better when he wakes up.
His already watery eyes fill with tears when he notices the concerned stares of local patrons in his direction. He doesn’t want to cause a scene. And he hates that he can’t explain himself. He just wants to find Taehyung and leave before he completely crumbles. Thankfully, he notices Taehyung’s wavy brown hair from across the shop. He quickly makes his way over, keeping the collar of his shirt pulled around his nose.
Taehyung is flipping through vinyl records in a bin when Jimin nudges him. The younger hadn’t even noticed he was separated from his other half. “Can we go?” the shorter man pleads.
He only gives Jimin half of his attention, still looking through the selection. “But there’s so much good stuff here.” Taehyung whines in answer. His eyes widen when he spots an Art Pepper record. He pulls the case out and blows off the outer layer of dust to get a better look.
Jimin reacts immediately. He pinches the fabric of his shirt against his nose and pitches forward with three messy sneezes. “eh’NXTshu, hait’ITchu, HFT’tichu” Tears fully flow from his eyes with the force of the sneezes and there’s a visible messy wet spot on his shirt where he caught them.
The magnitude of Jimin’s sneezes finally pulls Taehyung’s attention away from the antiques. Jimin may be a frequent sneezer, but his sneezes are never that loud or messy unless… “Jimin-ah, is it the dust?” He finally realizes his mistake. Jimin nods.
The younger man quickly puts the record back in the bin and wipes his hands on his pants. It's not going to help, he's been touching so much, his fingertips are tinted gray. But it's the only thing he can think to do before he puts his hands on Jimin.
He rubs Jimin's back and discreetly ushers them out of the store, trying to draw as little attention as possible. Jimin's breath hitches and he stifles a few more messy sneezes into his shirt as they pass through. Taehyung is doing what he can to shield Jimin until they can get him cleaned up. Thankfully, there's a diner next to the shop with a public restroom. Taehyung guides Jimin there and locks the door behind him.
Jimin leans against the locked door, finally lowering his shirt and trying to sniff back the snot running along his top lip. He grimaces at the feeling; he feels so gross. He tries not to open his mouth so nothing runs in. Taehyung rushes to grab some toilet paper for Jimin and holds it up to Jimin's nose. "Blow," he instructs and Jimin does. He puts his own hands over Taehyung's, pushing the paper as close to his face as he can. The older man tries as hard as he can to clear his sinuses. He fills the makeshift tissue in a matter of seconds.
Thankfully Taehyung had come prepared and was ready with a second wad to use for additional clean up. When Jimin's face is clean, Taehyung tries to encourage Jimin to wash his face in the sink. But Jimin's too tired. He's still battling the jet lag and the force of sneezing for the last hour has done him in. He doesn't want to move an inch. Taehyung realizes it quickly, watching Jimin's eyes flutter as he leans against the door.
He decides instead to just wash Jimin's face himself. He gets paper towels from the dispenser and dampens them in the sink. He comes back to wipe at Jimin's face, specifically around his nose. And once Jimin's face is clean, he wipes any remaining dust from the other vocalist's fingers.
Jimin wants to hug Taehyung. Jimin wants to properly thank his dongsaeng for helping him. But he knows Taehyung's still covered in dust and he's finally stopped feeling like he needs to sneeze. So he doesn't risk it. He simply offers a warm, sniffly, smile and a sleepy "Thanks, Tae bear."
Taehyung's on his way to the sink when Jimin praises him, "You're welcome, Chim." He washes his own hands and over his face. He runs wet fingers through his hair. He wants to do the best he can to remove any residual dust. He even goes as far as to take off his shirt and puts it back on again inside-out. Then he goes back to Jimin, stroking his puffy cheek lightly with his newly cleaned hands, "I'm sorry I forgot about your dust allergy."
'S'okay. Can we go home now?" Jimin asks, sniffling heavily. Taehyung's gentle ministrations against his cheek make him feel closer to sleep than before.
Taehyung nods. He encourages Jimin to blow his nose one more time before he gets Jimin on his back. He piggy-backs Jimin out of the diner and starts walking back to the hotel. Jimin sniffles into his ear every few seconds. It's a gross and unpleasant sound, but better than the alternative of Jimin sneezing into his shirt. So he wordlessly lets it continue.
"Tae, my head feels stuffy." Jimin whines. Taehyung's surprised by Jimin's small voice. He thought his hyung had fallen asleep.
"We're almost back, hyung." The younger encourages as he treks on. He feels Jimin nod against his shoulder. Then he feels the spray of a poorly concealed sneeze against the back of his neck. Jimin doesn’t even have the energy to apologize.
He makes a brief stop at the hotel counter to purchase allergy medicine before going back to the room. Taehyung drops Jimin on the edge of the bed. Jimin is holding onto consciousness by a thread. His head bobs up and down as he fights with gravity about the contents of his sinuses.
Taehyung quickly administers a dose of the allergy medication and starts a shower for Jimin. But when he returns from the bathroom, Jimin is sound asleep. A raspy snore fills the otherwise silent room. The younger clicks his tongue. He makes sure to hang the do not disturb marker on the outer door knob before he takes advantage of the running shower.
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A/N: As always, thanks for reading to the end! Feedback is always appreciated. And please let me know if I missed any tags or TWs. Please call me out for any errors you notice!
#bts#bts allergy fic#bts sickfic#bts snz#bts snz content#sick!Jimin#caretaker!Taehyung#Vmin#bts canonverse#tw snz#tw snot#dust allergy#aki sickfic#aki writes#aki requests
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Not sure if I've talked about this before, but when I got my intolerance test results back, I found out that I'm pretty much totally allergic to dust.
Hmm. Ok. And what have I been doing as a job for the last couple of years? Yep....cleaning.
And what are the symptoms of a dust allergy? Well, amongst others that would be excess mucus. Nasal drip.
The thing that's been plaguing me for, oh yes, a couple of years, lol.
So I think I might finally have an answer.
Such a relief, especially knowing that I'm leaving that job in several days.
Plus it gave me a good reason for quitting, rather than just telling the manager that I absolutely hate the job 😋.
Plus the house we're living in now has a mould problem. Nothing serious, but it's there in a few places. Mould and dust are different things, of course, but both are all about potentially toxic spores.
And I'm leaving here too!
I'm not holding my breath (pun kind of intended), but fingers crossed that these two major changes will solve this awful issue that drives me a little insane. I can only hope.
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"im allergic to dust"
"bs, everyone's allergic to dust just do it"
i proceed to hack and wheeze, cough and have a fucking migraine.
"im allergic to dust" does not mean dust makes me sniffle and sneeze. i cant fucking breathe, i can hardly keep myself standing. i'm legitimately allergic to dust.
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