#allergy fic

[whiskey-tango-matcha]

City Slicker (m, allergies)

I present to you all: p0rn lmao. This is my first allergy fic in YEARS and it is literally just 2k of Elijah sneezing himself silly. It's a little messy, just fair warning. Hope you all (especially my allergy-hungry friends in my ask box) enjoy this - I certainly enjoyed writing it lmao.

cw: male snz, MESS

City Slicker

“What’s your favorite animal?”

“Greyson. I really am not in the mood to play twenty questions right now.”

“But I’m bored.”

Elijah sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose with one hand, the other held firmly on the steering wheel of the van. “What are you, a toddler?” he asked, replacing his hand so both were white-knuckling the steering wheel. “Play on your phone or something.”

“I’ve reached the end of the internet. Can we stop and get Starbucks?”

“Greyson, we’re in the middle of bum-fuck-nowhere. What do you want me to do, conjure up a Starbucks? You should’ve asked before we were out of the city.”

Greyson groaned loudly, living up to the toddler label his boss had bestowed upon him. “Great, so now I get to be bored and uncaffeinated.”

“I’m sure they’ll have some shitty folger’s or something when we get there,” Elijah said, prompting a loud, fake gag from Greyson. Elijah took a deep, calming breath in through his nose. “We’re almost there, you fucking brat.”

The event this weekend wasn’t one Elijah would have normally said yes to; it was a Farmhouse Retreat out in a rural part of New York State, and any town with fewer than a million people living in it tended to give him hives. Not to mention his irrational fear of farm animals – not that he’d ever actually seen one in person; the thought alone of a pig looking him in the eye was too disgusting for him to put into words. But, it was a paid event which was incredibly rare, and it was a celebrity getaway which meant buzz for the restaurant. Those were two difficult things to say no to.

Elijah’s phone signaled them to turn right, and when he did he and Greyson gasped in unison – this was no Podunk farmhouse getaway. The house itself was more of a farm mansion, twice the size of even the largest house Elijah had seen out in the Hampton's. The agriculture was meticulously kept, and the animals were grazing out in the tall grass – far enough away to escape any fear, but close enough to give the entire place a Fisher-Price-esque charm. Greyson whistled long and low as they parked next to the line of other caterer’s cars.

“Not in Kansas anymore, eh Dorothy?” the chef asked, yanking open the passenger side door and stepping out to stretch. Elijah couldn’t help but huff out a laugh as he opened his own door.

“Guess no – HTSCH!” Elijah wrenched to the side as he stepped out of the car. Clearly the air out here was too clean for his city-boy sensibilities. Greyson barked out a laugh from the other side of the van.

“Bless,” he called, pulling open the two trunk doors to start unloading their things. “I figured your systems would all start shutting down the moment you breathed in air that didn’t smell like piss.”

“Oh, like you’re any better,” Elijah said, starting towards the trunk to help his friend. “When’s the last time you chose to take a trip somewhere with no bar or coffee shop?”

“Obviously never, but I grew up in a shitty one-horse town,” Greyson said. “You’ve probably never even seen a cow in real life.”

Elijah’s face flamed, and Greyson howled. “Shut the fuck up,” Elijah grumbled, elbowing Greyson in the stomach and grabbing the decorations for their booth. Greyson doubled over with laughter, cupped his hands around his mouth, and shouted into the quiet farm air.

“CITY SLICKER! WE GOT OURSELVES A CITY SLICKER!”

“Greyson, shut up,” Elijah called, turning to face the chef. “People are paying to stay here, you fucking dickhead.”

“Alright, alright, sorry boss,” Greyson lamented. He pulled a few chafing dishes out of the back and hoisted them onto his shoulder. “Not my fault that it’s hilarious that your body hates fresh air.”

“It doesn’t – hhITZCH! TSHH! HTSH!” Elijah crushed his nose into his shoulder to sneeze this time, prompting another round of laughter from Greyson.

“Sure it doesn’t,” Greyson said, passing his boss to head towards the sign directing the purveyors to the massive yard of the farmhouse. “City slicker.”

***

Something was happening – he didn’t know what it was, but he did not like it.

“Are you sure you’re okay? Like, I know I was making fun of you before, but are you sick?” Greyson asked as Elijah buried his face in his arm for the fiftieth time that hour.

“HTSHH! Hh-ITZCHH! HRSHH!” Elijah wiped his running nose on his sleeve and cringed. He used his hand to attempt to wipe the sleeve of the watery mucus he’d left behind to no avail. “I’m not sick, I feel fine,” he said. “I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me – HTSHH!”

Greyson slowly raised an eyebrow, covered his finished food so it would stay fresh for the first guests’ arrival in thirty minutes, and leaned against their booth. “Lij, I’ve spent a lot of time around you – you literally never sneeze this much unless you’re sick.”

“Grey, I’ve been completely fine up until we got here, are you saying the fucking fresh air made me sick? Do you think I’m some sort of nega-Victorian child, instead of needing the fresh air to clear up my scarlet fever I need the sweet smell of street hotdogs and sewage? Hhuhh’ITSCHH-ue! TSHH! ITZCHUE! Fucking hell.” Elijah covered his face with a hand and looked desperately around for something to wipe it with. Grudgingly, Greyson handed him one of his kitchen towels. “Thanks,” Elijah muttered, blowing his nose.

“Y’know,” Greyson said, “normally I would say that yes, you are the nega-Victorian child, but I don’t think you’re lying.”

“Thanks,” Elijah said, rolling his eyes from behind the towel.

“For once.”

Elijah flipped the chef off.

Greyson laughed. “Seriously, though, have you ever been on a farm before?”

Elijah threw his hands into the air, annoyed. “No, Greyson, I’ve never been on a farm. Happy? Yes, I’m a fuckin’ liberal-elite city-slicking dickhead. Happy?” He sniffled lightly, post-tirade, his nose already itching again with the need to – to -

“HTSHH! HRSHH! Huh! TSHHH! HRSHH-uh! ITZCHH-ue! Huh!” Elijah pressed the back of his hand hard into his nose to stop the stream of sneezes – the other caterers had to be staring at him. He was sure of it.

Greyson bit his cheek to keep from laughing. “Lij,” he said, placing a careful hand on his boss’s shoulder. “I think you’re allergic to this farm.”

Elijah blinked back itchy tears. He rubbed his nose on the towel, sniffled lightly, and looked around him – at the animals he’d never been near before, the grass he’d only been around when it was perfectly manicured for a lawn or fake, the trees with their yellow pollen floating in the wind. “Oh,” he said. “I… I mean, I’m not allergic to anything.”

“Not allergic to anything you’ve been around before,” Greyson corrected, a shit-eating grin slapped across his face.

Elijah pressed two fingers into his itching, swelling right eye. “Yeah,” he said, taking in the allergen-ladled scenery. “I guess you’re right.”

Greyson motioned towards the back doors of the farmhouse, where throngs of people were beginning to head towards the booths of food. “I’d offer to ask the host for an antihistamine,” he said, “but I think it might be showtime.”

Elijah watched the crowd with a mix of anxiety and abject horror. This walk-around event was two hours long, and he couldn’t go two minutes without sneezing. “Fuck me,” he muttered, shoving the towel behind their booth and sniffling. “Hhh-! HTSSHH! HRRISHH!”

“Get it together, man,” Greyson said, unwrapping his food and setting out tiny plates. “It’s showtime.”

***

By the time the event was over and the guests had filed back into the farmhouse for whatever rich person activity they had planned for the evening, Elijah had quite literally sneezed himself hoarse.

“Dude,” Greyson said as he piled their things back into the containers they’d brought with them, “maybe you should go sit down for awhile.”

Elijah turned to the chef, rubbing his nearly-swollen-shut eye, and gave him the dirtiest look he could muster. “Sit where, Chef? In the grass that’s trying to kill me, or under the tree that’s trying to kill mehhh – ETSCHH-ue! ESHHH! HRTSHH-uhh! HTSHH! TSHH! ITZCH-ue! Guhh…” Elijah had given up the facade and moved from sneezing helplessly into his sleeve to sneezing directly onto the ground, hands braced on his knees so as not to pass out from dizziness. Greyson cringed as his boss wiped a string of snot from his nose with the back of his hand – this was about to be a long drive back to the city.

“I meant in the car, Lij,” Greyson said, not-so-subtly handing Elijah his last clean kitchen towel. The GM took it, grateful, and wiped his nose, which seemingly subconsciously turned into a long, congested nose blow.

“Fuck, sorry, my brain isn’t fucking working,” Elijah muttered, clearing his throat. “I can’t fucking stop – HRRSHH-ue! Snee – HTSH! HRSSH! ITZSSCHUE! Hhh!” Elijah cringed into the now-soiled kitchen towel, delicately wiped his nose, and folded it up. “You don’t have another one of those by chance, do you?” he asked, breath already hitching once again.

“Sorry, boss,” Greyson winced. “Last one.”

Elijah nodded, somber. “Yeah, I’ll go waii – huh… snf. Wait in the cah – HUHHITSZHH-ue! ITSSZHH-uh! Huh! HTSHH! HuhhhITSZZHH-ue!” Elijah once again turned away from Greyson to sneeze towards the ground. Each one sounded more desperate, more painful than the last. Greyson had literally never seen his boss so… well… affected.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt,” a voice from behind the both of them said. Greyson whipped around as Elijah attended to his nose. It was one of the other chefs, smiling in sympathy and holding a pink package. “I wanted to see if he needed some Benadryl. I mean, it’s not non-drowsy, but since the event is over I figured -”

“Yes,” Greyson said without consulting Elijah. “Yes, one million percent.” He took the Benadryl out of the other man’s hand and placed a grateful hand on his shoulder. “Thank you so much.”

The other chef laughed in earnest, took a peek over at Elijah, then regarded Greyson again. “I remember my first farm trip,” he said. Greyson bit back a laugh.

“Something similar?”

“You could say that.”

Greyson smiled and patted the man’s shoulder. “Thank you again. Seriously, here’s my card – stop by anytime for dinner on me. You just saved me from five hours of breathing in his fuckin’ mucus.”

The man laughed again. “Anytime,” he said, taking the card from Greyson’s hand. “And I think I’ll take you up on that. You guys in the city?”

“Lucky guess,” Greyson said. The other chef smiled.

“See you around,” he said, heading towards his truck. Greyson popped a pink pill out of its packaging and placed a rough hand on his boss’s shoulder. Elijah, obviously gearing up for another fit of sneezes, turned and saw, almost instinctively, the pill in Greyson’s hand.

“Oh thank god,” Elijah gasped, snatching the Benadryl and choking it down dry. Greyson snorted out a laugh.

“Now you really need to go sit in the car,” he said as Elijah wiped his raw nose for the millionth time.

“Wha - ? Why, what was that?”

“Benadryl, you pill-fiend,” Greyson said, showing his boss the packaging. “Can’t sneeze if you’re passed out.”

“At this point I would’ve taken a lobotomy if it stopped the snee – sneezi – HUTSHHH-ue! HRSH! HRSHHH! HTSHH! Hhuhhh… hh, hhh… huhhITSSZZH-ue!” Elijah, clearly too exhausted to even cover his mouth, just turned away and allowed the fit to happen, sneezes sprayed into the open, pollen-heavy air. He groaned and held a hand up to his streaming nose. Greyson sighed, took off his chef’s coat so he was just in a white cotton t-shirt, and handed it woefully to his boss.

“You owe me a new coat,” he said as Elijah, too exhausted to even feel shame, took the garment and held it to his face. “Now go to the car and go to sleep.”

“Yes, Cheehh – HRRTSHH-ue!”

#whiskeyswriting #snz #snzfic #snez #allergy fic #allergies #sneezefic #snzblr #snzfucker #snz kink #snz fet

[bultaoreunheyyy]

Jungkook's Hayfever

Title: Jungkook's Hayfever

Word Count: 562

Sickie: Jungkook (snz/allergies)

Caretakers: Jimin & Taehyung

“Stop, Jungkookie. Your nose is gonna fall off.”

Jungkook freezes, one knuckle pressed hard against the side of his nose where he’s been rubbing. His nostrils are red and his nose is visibly runny and Jimin, frowning hard at him, stands and walks over to where he’s sitting.

Jungkook scrunches up his face and gets in one last harsh swipe at his nose before he tucks his hands under his thighs. “Can’t help it,” he mumbles. “I’m itchy.” 

Jimin takes his chin in hand and gently lifts his face up, taking in his red-rimmed eyes and twitching nose.

“Have you been using the soft tissues? Or are you using paper towels again?”

Jungkook’s eyelashes flutter. He pulls away and twists to the side, tucking his nose against his shoulder.  

“HETCHhoo!” 

Jimin sighs and puts his hands on his hips. Before he can say anything else, the door opens and there’s a flurry of movement as one person and one animal come barging in.

“Hey, Bammie!” Jungkook ducks around Jimin and squats down, opening his arms for the dog. Bam nearly knocks him over, jumping energetically against Jungkook’s chest and licking every inch of his face he can reach before Jungkook gently shoves him away.

“My arm almost fell off,” Taehyung complains, closing the door and hanging up Bam’s leash. “He’s getting so strong.”

Jungkook settles cross-legged on the floor and pulls Bam into his lap. “That’s why you should have let me walk him,” he says, rolling his eyes. “We’ve been making good progress on his leash skills lately.” 

“Could’ve fooled me,” Taehyung mumbles. 

“HSHCH! hhh-HCHSHOO! hhhsheh! Ugh, sorry Bammie.” Jungkook sniffles harshly and scratches the side of his nose. “HPchuh! Hhh…hhHH! hhh-ehhhdt–”

Bam barks, tilting his head to one side and looking confused as Jungkook presses the palm of his hand to his nose with a desperate inhale that doesn't quite turn into a sneeze, leaving him panting with his mouth open, eyes and nose streaming. 

“Ughhh,” he groans, using his fingertips to rub at his eyes. “I…hhEHH–! hhh! Ugh.” 

Bam barks again. Jungkook smiles down at him through watery eyes. “Sorry, Bammie,” he says congestedly. “I gotta sneeze but it…it wonhhh…”

He wheezes out a breath, holding up one finger. “Hh-hhh…ahhh’huhhh– hnghhh…”

“Was he like this the whole time we were gone?” Taehyung asks Jimin. 

“And he complained the whole time that he doesn’t get to go outside,” Jimin replies. 

They both turn to look at Jungkook, who finally seems to be making progress on his stuck sneeze, chest expanding rapidly and eyes squeezing shut as he inhales shakily, one hand coming up to hover in front of his face. Bam whines and licks the back of his hand, but even that can’t distract Jungkook from the impending sneeze and he finally crunches forward.

“ehhhSHOO!”

Bam barks in response.

Jimin and Taehyung exchange a look. 

Jungkook drags the back of his wrist under his nose with a wet sniffle.

“Okay,” Taehyung says, taking Bam’s collar and guiding him away. “Let’s give your appa some space. He needs a shower and maybe some nasal spray.” 

Jimin tugs Jungkook up off the floor, nudges him towards the shower, and then turns to Bam, scratching him on the top of his head. “Your poor appa has hayfever. But don’t worry, little puppy,” he tells the dog. “It’ll get better in a few weeks.”

#bts sickfic #bts snz #jungkook snz #drabble #hay fever #allergy fic #sick jungkook #caretaker jimin #caretaker taehyung #bts hurt/comfort

[finnpeach]

Sand and Dust - Trigun Stampede

Yeah... I don't have any words for this one really. Vash has been living rent-free in my head and I need to get all my ideas out before I forget them, so please enjoy this hiding/allergy scene that definitely should've happened but unfortunately didn't. Set between episode 4 and episode 5. I love this little family and Vash duh <3 Comments and tags and feedback are always loved and appreciated as well ☺️

After their escape from the worm, the band of journalists and outlaws stop at an desecrated shanty town to search for fuel and supplies. It's small, with only a few buildings standing as proof that people ever lived here. The place looks like something out of a horror movie. 

Meryl is the only one who wants to keep going. Something about this place doesn't feel right to her. “The radar says there’s a populated outpost fifty miles from here. We shouldn’t stop here, it looks abandoned.” 

“I’d like to stretch my legs,” Roberto says, one of the first to hop out of the vehicle. Wolfwood and Vash follow shortly after. “And it looks like it’s three to one, newbie.“

“We won’t be here for long,” Vash reconciles gently, opening Meryl’s door for her. “It’ll be better to search here first, in case the next outpost isn’t welcoming.” 

Meryl grumbles something about wanting to go one day without getting shot at or eaten by something before she hops out of the car, following behind Roberto. 

“Vash and I will search the shops for supplies. Roberto, you and the kid find some fuel for the car,” Wolfwood says as he lights another cigarette, his cross weighted across his back. “Meet back here in forty five minutes.”

The two groups split up and head in opposite directions. Roberto and Meryl walk towards what looks like a service station while Wolfwood and Vash search a dilapidated store for bullets and supplies.

“This place looks like it’s been abandoned for years,” Wolfwood says as they saunter inside. Golden flecks of dust dance through the air, like shimmery diamonds. Just the sight makes Vash’s nose itch.

Wolfwood kicks over a box and rummages through the contents. “Wonder what happened.”

“There’s no plant here… but it doesn’t seem like there ever was one to begin with. Maybe  they just couldn’t keep supplying the town.” Vash looks around the store. The windows are shattered, the shelves toppled over in a heap. The place has been ransacked, either by bandits or something else.

He starts to investigate for any information or signs of life while Wolfwood kicks another box over. Vash's gaze lands on deep, long scratch marks on the floor that lead out the door. They’re about a meter long and are cut deep into the wood.

“Was someone dragged out of here…?” It doesn’t look like an animal made this. He looks closer at the walls. There’s smatterings of blood near the baseboards and pieces of the wallpaper have been ripped apart. More signs of struggle.

Suddenly, the earth begins to vibrate, deep and slow. Vash freezes as the walls begin to shake and the broken glass on the floor starts to chatter. Dust billows off the tops of the shelves in waves. 

Vash slides quickly over to the broken door and presses against the wall, peering outside. Something is here.

“Wolfwood,” he hisses, searching for him in the store. The undertaker appears silently beside him, like a ghost, and Vash nearly yelps in fright at the surprise.

“We’re being hunted.” Wolfwood’s breath is low and quiet. “Another worm, or something of the same size. See the sand over there?” He points to the enormous, sharp ridges rising like waves at the edge of the town. 

Vash gasps when he realises where it's crawling to. “It’s heading for Meryl and Roberto—“ He moves to lunge towards the door, but Wolfwood is quicker and shoves him roughly against the wall, his hand pressed tightly to Vash’s chest.

“Idiot! Do you want to get swallowed up again? If they hide and keep quiet, it won’t know they’re there. We just have to wait it out.” 

Vash heaves an irritated sigh but relents. Wolfwood is right. The worm might know they’re here, but as long as they stay put, it should pass on. He tries not to imagine the poor human who made those scratch marks on the floor, a helpless victim for the worm’s appetite. 

They wait, pressed against the wall as the sand starts to shift towards the store rather than the service station. Even though it's now headed for them, Vash feels hope blossom in his chest at the fact that the worm has changed course from Meryl and Roberto. He shuts his eyes and sniffles, eager to get out of this dusty store. 

The earth rumbles again, sending sheets of dust and sand off the shelves again. The aftermath hangs suspended in the air directly around Wolfwood and Vash, surrounding them like a fog.

Vash rubs at his nose. The itch that blossomed in his nose when they walked into the store has become more persistent, rooted. His eyes are starting to water and he can feel his throat becoming tight as the dust enters his sinuses. This is not a good time for his allergies to act up. He tries not to breathe, but that just makes the itch worse and makes his nose start to run. The rumbling gets deeper as the worm approaches. It feels like there’s a tingling, burning fire in his sinuses. He presses his head back against the wall, breath catching in his chest as the itch becomes too much to hold back.

“Hih… hh… hihhh…!” His eyes slip shut as he hitches, eyebrows pinching together in sneezy irritation. He’s going to—!

“H’NDKT!” Suddenly, there’s a warm hand pressed against his nose, pinching his nostrils shut and forcing him to stifle. He releases a shaky breath and opens his teary eyes to see Wolfwood staring daggers at him.

Don’t. You. Dare. He seems to say with his gaze. Wolfwood's hand is still clasped around Vash’s nose.

The worm rumbles past them, the vibrations growing lighter as it moves on. 

Now that the imminent danger is out of the way, Wolfwood releases Vash and grabs him by the collar of his jacket, pulling him up so that Vash is just dangling in the air by Wolfwood's fists. He chokes in surprise and grips his wrists.

“You dumbass! You’re going to get us killed!“ He hisses, pushing Vash back against the wall. 

“S-sorryhh… ihht’s the duhh.. duhhst…- heh! H’IGKT’uh! Hih’IGKTsh!

Wolfwood has dropped his grip on Vash’s collar to press his hand around the blonde’s nose again and catch the two sneezes. They both freeze as the rumbling of the earth comes to a sudden halt. They've been heard.

They’re chest to chest now, silent. The only sounds Vash can hear are their heartbeats pounding rhythmically in their chests, waiting for the inevitable.

In an instant, the worm races back in their direction again and the earthquakes resume in greater intensity.

Wolfgang presses him so tight against the wall that Vash can barely breathe. They need to stay silent. He can only drink in small sips of air around his hand, which is probably for the best because every breath just ignites the itch deeper in his sinuses. He rubs his nose against Wolfgang’s hand, desperate for relief. He’s so itchy. He has to… he’s going to—

“Vash—” Wolfgang stutters as he watches Vash’s features twist again. This is a battle that Vash is going to lose.

“H’ihTSSHHhiew!” Vash sneezes loudly against Wolfgang’s hand, unable to hold the sneeze back despite the support. Wolfgang curses under his breath as the spray coats his hand and pulls his hand back, readying his cross. The rumbling of the earth intensifies.

The itch has multiplied in his nose, flecks of dust and sand pressing themselves deeper into his sensitive nostrils. He sneezes again, and again, and again.

“H’TSCHhh! H’ITSCHh’tssh! Hh-ih… H’aHTSSCHhh’ue!”

“You absolute dipshit!” Wolfwood shouts and punches him in the chest. Vash grunts against the blow and leans against the wall. Any remaining glass on the window shatters as the worm screams beneath the sand.

Wolfwood grabs his machine gun cross and rips off the fabric, twisting the cross across his shoulders. He takes aim as the worm peaks above the sand with a roar. The building shakes and the ground starts to give way beneath them.

“Run!” Wolfwood kicks Vash in the ass out the door, sending him falling on his face and into the sand. He sneezes again but scrambles to his feet as the worm rams its enormous neck into the store.

Wolfwood fires off a round at the giant beast’s head, leaping towards solid ground before racing after Vash. His bullets make direct contact and penetrate the beast's hide. The worm roars and sinks back into the sand, bloodied and angry. The earth shakes again.

“If we survive, I’m going to kill you!” Wolfwood smacks the back of Vash’s head as they near the vehicle. Roberto and Meryl are already in the front seat, searching for them.

“Drive!” They both shout as they tumble into the backseat. Without missing a beat, Meryl shoots the car forward and they take off. 

Vash is in the middle of a sneezing fit as they drive away from the town, holding his head in his hands. "H'idTSHh! Heh... H'ipTSHhhiew! Hih-hih-hh..! H'ITSSHhhh'ue! Snfff..."

He takes a deep breath and slumps against the seat, exhausted, but not before one final, "Huh.. hahktschh..." It's no more than a release of air and is a testament to how tired he is. He snuffles again and scrunches up his nose as the itch subsides.

"Enough! Will you shut up already!" Wolfwood snaps, pressing his body tight against the car door. He looks like a sibling who wants to do nothing more than to get away from his younger, annoying brother. Anger rolls off of him in fiery, unrelenting waves.

In the rearview mirror, Meryl watches as the general store sinks into the sand and the worm rises above again, its cries splitting the sky. It decides not to follow them, luckily.

“Jeez. No wonder that town is abandoned,” she says, turning on the radio. “I told you guys we shouldn’t have stopped there. We could’ve been swallowed up again!”

“Blame needle-noggin over here,” Wolfwood mutters, pressing a cigarette to his lips. He casts a glare at Vash out of the corner of his eye, who is pawing at his irritated nose.

“I told you I’m.. I-hh.. h’ITSHHiew!” He sneezes again, the spray catching Wolfwood’s thigh. “Sndff! I told you I’mb sorry!” 

“I don’t care! And would it kill you to cover your mouth?!” Wolfwood punches Vash’s arm and turns to glare out the window, mumbling something about how disgusting Vash is and how he wishes he’d left him with the worm. Vash just smiles and rubs at his arm, chuckling sheepishly.

“Hey, boys, no fighting. Be nice,” Meryl chides, angling the rearview mirror to look at both of them. 

Vash gives her a shy smile and waves, his nose a bright rosey pink. Wolfwood glares at her reflection and flips her off before turning his attention out the window again. She laughs, and turns up the radio as they race across the dunes of sand.

#hmm I hope this was ok #I feel like it was better than the first fic #but also still so short for me idk #anyway I love when theyre in the car dhjhfjkerhklda it's such 'siblings on a long car trip' vibes #wolf wood's like mooooom vash sneezed on me again tell him to stop!!!! #my writing #allergy fic #snzfic #snzblr #sneeze kink #I don't know if I necessarily ship wolf wood and vash just bc I love his friendship w livio #but hey I can be convinced either way and if you ship them and want to carry this idea on where they fuck afterwards then I am all for it #meh I feel like my writing isn't as good with these characters but I find vash really hard to write bc he's just him. and it's daunting to #try and write someone so perfect #anyway I hope you enjoyed please let me know if you did <3

[fuckin-sick-bih]

Tattoos and Tissues

Fandom: Stranger Things Summary: No Upside Down. Tattoo Artist and Florist AU. Eddie is a tattoo shop owner and all is going swimmingly until a certain familiar face from high school drops in to ask for help with tattoo design but ends up setting off his allergies. But Eddie can't pinpoint why his ex-bully is so... squirmy? CW: Really mild mention of mess? Steve has the kink but it's really only implied. Word Count: 4k Author Note: Heya! I tried to throw some fun kink-related scenario stuff into this fic just for shits and giggles. But also kept it pretty tame, but I've got some ideas for a pt 2 and possibly pt 3 if y'all like this? And those might get spicier. So just let me know if you like this AU or just really sneezy Eddie in general. It was fun to write! Also kinda lowkey maybe sorta snuck in some Autistic Eddie bc hi author is autistic oops. MINORS DNI

It was winter. Blessedly crisp and cold, and even if Eddie hated being cold, he liked winter. It was one of the few seasons where he wasn’t the sneezy friend for once in his life. No, with his Munson Constitution, Eddie had an immune system like a damn suit of armor.

Come Spring, Summer, and even Fall? Eddie was bound to sneeze on and off all damn day depending on the pollen count for the various things he was allergic to. The only reason he was usually functional at all was because of getting allergy shots that helped make his itchiness, sneezing, and everything else more manageable. When he couldn’t do that he just had to pop some Benadryl and hope for the best.

Eddie’s chilly fingers were currently wrapped around a coffee mug as he headed into work, greeting Gareth sleepily with a mumble.

“Dude. It’s 11am. You should absolutely be awake by now.” Gareth said incredulously from behind the counter where he was going over the schedule for the day. They’d only just opened. Such was the luxury of owning a tattoo parlor, they could open just before noon, and it was completely normal for them.

Eddie sipped his coffee and waved a ring clad hand at Gareth, shushing him once he’d swallowed. “Shhh… you sound like my uncle when you nag like that.” He complains and has another sip of coffee, leaning over to peek at the schedule. “I got anything early?”

It wasn’t unusual for Eddie to lean into other people’s personal space and Garret just rolled his eyes and shoved him back over the counter. “No. When do you ever? Chrissy always does mornings for you.”

“He’s riiiiight.” Chrissy says with a sing song voice as she comes skipping over to Eddie with a grin on her face. She steals his coffee cup for a sip and Eddie doesn’t even whine as she does so. Just lets her have it.

Eddie wraps an arm around Chrissy’s shoulders and squeezes her gently. “And you’re an angel for it. An angel!” He insists and turns his face away from her to yawn into his arm. “Urgh sorry.”

One of Chrissy’s hands comes up to gently cup Eddie’s face, eyeing the bags under his eyes and how bloodshot they look. “Is it nightmares again?” She asks him quietly to which Garret politely pretends to be busy doing anything but listening in.

With a fake smile, Eddie gently takes her hand off his face and squeezes it reassuringly. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.” He told her quietly and kissed the top of her head. They weren’t together. Had tried it once but Chrissy had broken down and sobbed to Eddie over a bottle of wine that she was a lesbian. Eddie had held her all night, reassured her, promised her that no matter what he loved her and supported her wholeheartedly.  

So, they weren’t together, but they were as thick as thieves. Closer than siblings but not together in any romantic or sexual sense. They just knew each other too well. On some deeper level… Chrissy knew shit about Eddie’s past that no one else knew and Eddie, in turn, knew things about Chrissy he’d never breathe a word about…

The door chimed and Chrissy stepped back to look at the person who had come through the doors. “Hi, welcomed to Banished Tattoo, if you’re my eleven thirty you’re pretty early, eager beaver.” She greeted chipperly to which the stranger seemed surprised.

“Uh… no actually. I was looking around at some tattoo places near my new apartment and this place is pretty close. Thought I’d stop by and check out some work. Maybe talk design ideas if I like your stuff?” And the man used a hand to brush his stray bangs that had fallen back up out of his face.

Strangely familiar… He was gorgeous. No really. Utterly and completely heart-stopping. Those soft lips and handsome jaw with that perfect fucking hair, those little moles, fuck  Eddie was smitten already, and the motherfucker hadn’t even agreed to a tattoo yet.

In fact, it didn’t look like he had any tattoos at all… Eddie was somewhat confused but left Chrissy to set him up with their work portfolio booklets full of their best pieces. He took his coffee to his tattooing station on the lower floor.

All of Chrissy’s things were in the loft area up top. She was so short and so liked to feel tall otherwise. A little while later, Eddie became aware of Chrissy’s presence behind him when he was about half way done with his coffee. “Oh no…” He said quietly. “Don’t tell me…”

“He liked your work.” Chrissy said with a grin and grabbed him by one of his curls to pull him out from behind the dividing wall to the waiting area while Eddie hisses “ow ow ow ow ow Chrissy-!”

Once they’re in front of this poor stranger, already subjected to Eddie’s nonsense this early in the morning (at least in Eddie’s opinion), Eddie tucks the strand of hair Chrissy pulled him by back behind his ear.

“Sorry, he’s not a morning person is all.” Chrissy explained, still cheerful as ever. “I’ve got to go prepare for my eleven thirty. You boys have fun brainstorming.” And with that she hurried off back up to the loft.

Eddie wanted to grumble but instead he took a breath, felt a dull tingle in his nose and ignored it, before switching his coffee to his nondominant hand to offer a handshake out to the other man. “Eddie Munson. So, you liked my stuff and wanna design a tattoo?”

The other man takes the offered hand to shake it and nods. “Yeah! I really liked your style and consistency, man. I’m Steve Harrington.” He introduced himself and Eddie could swear the name sounded familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it.

His nose prickled with that itchy sort of tickling sensation again and Eddie rubbed at it with the back of his wrist. “Steve Harrington, huh? Nice to meet ya. Let me grab some things and we can get settled in my tattooing area to design this if you want? There’s a couch in there?” He offered and headed back to his area. Rummaging around a little, Eddie pulled out his sketchbook, pencils, and pens. “So, what’s our tattoo idea?”

Slowly, Steve eased down on the black leather couch while Eddie leaned against the tattooing table, setting his coffee down there. “I’m not totally sure… I babysit these kids and I sort of just promised them if they’re all graduating with A’s then I’ll get a tattoo for them. And well- I’m a man of my word.”

A loud sigh escaped Eddie as he smiled and rubbed a hand over his face. “Oh man… You’re in some shit. Okay, bud. You want something small or big?” He asked casually and felt the tickle spike in intensity for a moment. “Hih… Uh… h-hang on one s-seehhcond…”

Holding up a finger with the hand still holding his pencil, Eddie lifts his opposite arm to prepare to sneeze into his elbow. “EhhhXT’shh! Ugh sorry. S’cuse me.” He shook his head, curls flopping wildly for a moment and sniffed.

“Bless you.” Steve said, blinking a few times and looking like he had to recover for a moment. “Are you okay?”

Eddie waved off his concern with another sniff and a nod. “I’m fine. So, this tattoo. How big or small? Any sort of theme you’re th-hiih-inking about?” He questioned and tapped his pencil against the paper a little, the itch still bothering him.

Poor Steve looked completely out of his element now that they were talking about putting ink on him specifically. “Um… well… I think small might be better for my first-”

“HiiD’TShhuh! Ugh… snff sorry.” Eddie apologized, realizing he’d interrupted Steve again who looked positively flustered.

Maybe flustered was too kind of a word to use. Actually, Steve looked downright embarrassed. He was bright red but even as Eddie went to ask if he was okay, Steve took his turn to cut him off. “It’s fine. Um. What was I saying? Oh! Small! So how small is small really? Like a quarter? Or… like a drink coaster? I dunno…” He threw his hands a little in frustration and Eddie couldn’t help smiling in endearment.

“You h-hhhaave no idea what you w-want do you?” Eddie asked with a smirk and another sniffle punctuating it.

“No fucking idea.” Steve finally admitted with a groan and put his face in his hands.

Eddie laughed a little and felt his breath wheeze in his chest. “Oh shit. That makes s-sense…” He chokes out, his breath threatening to hitch again. “I can h-help you design a tattoo no p-prehh… problem snfff but I need some allergy meds f-fihh first because something is seriously s-setting me off.” He hitches his way through reassuring Steve and goes to dig in his cabinets for some Benadryl.

For a few moments, Steve looks stunned and is apparently too shocked to speak.

“W-Whhhiih…what’s the batter, Stevie?” Eddie asked, his sinuses swelling a little and congestion settling in to turn his m’s to b’s and n’s to d’s. “Dever heard of allergies b-beeh… eehHID’TsHHew! HeiSHEW! Ugh… fuck be…” He plucked a few tissues from the box on the counter to wipe his nose after sneezing into his elbow.

“No, it’s just- shit. I’m so sorry. This is all my fault. Are you allergic to pollen?” Steve asked anxiously and brushed his bangs back out of his face. When Eddie glanced back at him, Steve was still wearing that look like he was beating himself up internally, but he was more concerned than anything else.

Overly so in Eddie’s opinion, but maybe it was because he delt with this on the regular. “I’b allergic to everythi’g, Stevie. Is it a pladt that cad jizz? Thed I’b godda sdeeze add itch add wheeze…” He murmurs and rubs at his nose a little before finally pulling out the godforsaken bottle of Benadryl to down a dose with some water from his water bottle. ”Hiih’tshhuh! Huh… oh by god.”

The way Steve’s expression falls and crumples just about breaks Eddie’s heart. “Shit. Yeah. It’s my fault. I’m a florist. My job is making all the floral arrangements that get put on display or that people order.” He tries to smile softly at Eddie in a reassuring way.

“That bakes- hhii’DTshhuh! Ugh… so buch sedse.” Eddie mumbles, swiping at his nose and rubbing at it in rough circles with the tissue he’s got. His nose itches something fierce and his eyes are starting to get itchy and watery too. God, it makes him want to jump in a steamy hot shower for an hour to rinse the allergens out.

Steve was making to grab his things, looking like he was getting ready to leave. “I’m sorry. I really liked your work but if the allergies are too much I don’t wanna torture you, man…”

Panic rose in Eddie like a snake rearing its head to strike. Something in him didn’t want Steve to leave. He was so damn pretty, held good conversation, and Eddie still can’t place why Steve is familiar. Nope. Something in him tells him Steve can’t leave, not yet.

“D’no!” Eddie said quickly and moved around the tattoo table, knocking the tissue box to the floor in his rush. “Shit- uh d’no uh dod’t go. Seriously, I’b used to this. I- iihhxshhTsh! Fuck. I’b like this all spri’g, subber, add fall. Ask adyode. I cad work through this d’no probleb. I eved keep basks for whed I’b tattooi’g just id case.”

There was a look of uncertainty from Steve as he shifted his weight from foot to foot for a moment, “Your allergies are that bad? Do you get like… allergy shots or whatever? I hear those help.” He picked up the box of tissues off the floor to hand them back to Eddie who took them gratefully.

Eddie nodded when Steve asked if his allergies were that bad, his breath hitching unevenly again while his nostrils twitched. They were starting to get pink and irritated, plucking a few tissues as said nostrils twitched and flared while his breathing stuttered. “Uh-huhh… mmf. Yeah. Get allergy s-shots as ofted as I cad id allergy seasod, but I s-still- Hhxxshuh! Oh by god… sdeeze. Add adyway it’s widter dow. Usually, dothi’g to sdeeze or wheeze about buch udtil I h-hhhave to get the Christbas decoratiods out. Snfff!”

“I’m so sorry, Eddie. Really. If you’re not feeling up to this at all we can reschedule, and I can make sure to shower and wear freshly washed clothes?” Steve offers, still watching Eddie worriedly. There was an almost mom-like quality to how he was beginning to hover and now Eddie could see how he’d likely become the babysitter of some highschoolers.

He sniffled again and pawed at his nose a little, hoping to alleviate the itchiness deep within. “I’b a-aaah-alright really. Just sdeezy. I’b so used to t-this. As lodg as you’re dot freaki’g out. If you’re freaki’g out, by all beads, H-hhhharri’gtod…” He stepped back and made a grand gesture with both hands and bowed as if bowing the king out of court.

Then it clicked. Harrington. King Harrington. From high school. This was one of the preppy jocks from that group that tried to single out his little flock of misfits. He had been set to graduate before Harrington until he was held back twice. “EiiTSHHHuh! HeehDTSHHHEW! Ugh-”

“Woah, big sneeze,” Steve said, sounding impressed and almost cheering him on in a way. “Shit. Sorry. My roommate, Robin, and I have this running joke that’s like that. Every time one of us does something like yawn or burp or… I guess even sneeze and it’s big, we say that.” He chuckles bashfully.

A soft, sort of mushy feeling settles in Eddie’s chest, and he really can’t help himself.  This was surely not the same King Harrington from high school. “Okay, d’no that’s snff snffff ki’d of cute.” He snuffled against his sleeve and his nostrils twitch and flare again, making Eddie’s eyes squint and water as he begged for relief from the tickle. “Ugh.. fucki’g pladt sperb.” He grumbles and wiggles his nose. “Well, if you and your roobbate ever h-have a gabe of who sdeezes the bost coudt be id. Easy wid.”

Once again Steve’s face seemed to just color up such a brilliant shade of red that Eddie couldn’t even begin to describe. It was richer than just cherry or tomato red. “From uh… from what I’m seeing here I don’t doubt that. But you’ve never seen me with a cold.”

And that sounded like a challenge. Eddie was all about a good old fashioned challenge. “Oh yeah snff, Harri’gtod?” His eyelashes fluttered a little and his breathing hitched ever so slightly, a hand coming up to hover in front of his face. “H-hhhold that th-hhhiihh- thought-! Hih-! HiiTSHH! EhhTShhEW! Eheh… eh-? EhhptSHHEW! EhhKTSHHEW! Huh…”

“Holy fuck, big sneezes. Bless you!” Steve says in a soft sort of awe which makes Eddie laugh softly as he plucks some tissues to clean himself up. He clamped his ring covered hand over his mouth and nose and now it was a total mess which he was struggling to clean up.

Blowing his nose would probably help but with someone like Steve right there, Eddie didn’t exactly want to feel that unattractive. So, he settled for snuffling softly behind a tissue. “Thagks.” He mumbles, cringing at how congested he was getting as he pumped some hand sanitizer onto his hands, rubbing them together rapidly. “Alright. Tell be about these rudts of yours-”

The time flew by after Eddie started asking the right questions. Soon they had an intricately designed piece with many things Steve had listed that the kids did, liked, teased and joked about. Even some inside jokes were thrown into the tattoo. It was smallish. About coaster sized so maybe medium for a first piece.

Steve loved it. Adored it even. He was immediately sending pictures to his roommate who was texting back faster than Chrissy even did sometimes. The Benadryl had mostly kicked in and Eddie was still sniffling and sneezing though not as much. And he was still congested as hell.

“Eddie, really, this is… wow. And I get to have this? Like on my body?” Steve said with a smile that could light up even Eddie’s black, charred, dead heart.

Eddie chuckled quietly and sniffled, rubbing at his itchy nose some more with his wrist. “Uh-huh. All yours, big boy. I just get exclusive rights to tattoo it od you sidce I drew it.” He half jokes. It was a bit like… a code of honor. If one artist starts a piece, they should be the one to finish it unless they can’t. “EhhDTSHHEW! Huh… S’cuse be.” He mumbles and sniffled again, grabbing another tissue to wipe his nose which was now painfully red.

A soft smile crossed Steve’s face, “Bless you. You get to tattoo it on me, Eddie. No worries about that. You sure you’re okay? Don’t need me to get uh-?”

“Chrissy.” Eddie supplies his coworker’s name and shakes his head, curls bouncing again. “D’no. I’b fide. Seriously. I dod’t eved have buch od by schedule today. Snff snfff. Just two sballer tattoos add snfff… I’b hhhih… dode. I thigk snff Garret add Chrissy will udersta’d if I wadt to go hobe early add shower thed pass out.” He admits with a returned smile back at Steve, fighting off another tickle by scrubbing at his nose.

Again, Steve seems… uncomfortable somehow. Eddie seriously hopes all this sneezing isn’t majorly putting Steve off because fuck that would be just Eddie’s luck wouldn’t it? Find the perfect guy for once and he’s a total germaphobe. He suddenly has to yank his hoodie collar up to cover his face as the tickle overwhelms him. “IhhEXXTSHHUH! Oh by fugki’g god…”

Something like a sympathetic noise comes from Steve and he plucks a few tissues from the box to offer them to Eddie who takes them gratefully, hurriedly burying his face in them to- “HehhTSHhuh! Sorry for all the sdeezi’g. Snff. I probise I’b dot usually caught so- udprepared?”

“Eddie,” And god Steve’s voice is so soft when he says his name like that. “It’s alright. Seriously. I don’t mind the sneezing one bit.” He tries to insist but Eddie knows better. He likes to think he knows how to read people, it’s a survival skill at this point. Something he’d had to develop over time because Eddie Munson has no natural social skills.

Leave him alone in a room full of people and he’ll meld into the back wall. The only reason he’d been so loud and obnoxious in high school was to draw the attention of the jocks away from his group of misfits and onto himself. To keep them safe.

So, Eddie, being terrible at social skills as he is, rubs at his nose and sniffles some more. “N’do way, dude. I kdow it’s gross. You dod’t h-have to be polite to m’be.” He laughs it off like he can do most anything someone thinks is gross or weird about him. Even if it’s never quite true deep down.

And then Steve is doing that soft look again, like he’s concerned for Eddie in a way that only Chrissy or Garret (though he pretends not to) has ever been before. And well, obviously, his Uncle Wayne but he’s obligated to it doesn’t count.

Steve is opening his mouth to speak again but the tickle is burning through Eddie’s nose again so he hastily holds up a finger again to tell Steve to wait.

“H-hhhhold that t-thought, bi-ihh big boy exxshhtuh! Huh… N’gxxSHUH! Jesus. Whew. Okay, sorry. Codtidue.” Eddie was hastily swiping at his nose with the tissue he’d luckily caught his sneezes into.

There it is again. The discomfort. Eddie had hoped that making light of his predicament might help put Steve at ease, but it only seemed to make things worse. Guilt gnawed at him even if he couldn’t help it.

With a deep breath and what looked like a lot of effort on Steve’s part, the other man found his voice to speak. “You’re not gross, Eddie. Trust me. But I promise for our actual tattooing appointment I will wear extra clean clothes and come freshly showered so you’re not suffering again. Deal?” He extended a hand out with a smile to shake on it.

Eddie sniffled and grabbed Steve’s hand in a firm grip, rings clicking together. “It’s a deal, Harri’gtod. Ehh….EXT’shew! SnFF!” He’d ducked his face away from Steve to sneeze but still felt the other’s grip tighten so much more. “Sorry.” He mumbled and sniffled a little before facing Steve again.

“Don’t worry about it,” Steve says with a chuckle that sounds a little forced even if his hazel eyes are genuine. “I should get going. I’ve gotta take the kids to D&D at the library later tonight but they wanted to hang out after school.”

That perks Eddie up instantly. “D’no shit?” He laughs and smirks. “You ever stick around to watch the sessions?” He asked, already knowing the answer to that. He just hadn’t realized that flock of seniors were the same seniors he DMed for.

With a casual wave of his hand, Steve shook his head and Eddie swore he could see pollen come off Steve’s jacket sleeve when he moved that fast. “Nah. The kids love the game, but D&D was never really my-”

“EuhhTShhuh! Hept’SHuh! EISSHhuh! Fuck- sorry.”

“- thing… Bless you three times, Eddie.”

Eddie tried to make it not as big of a deal this time, but Steve still squirmed, and he wanted to curse himself. This was awful. Embarrassing himself in front of his brand new crush on his former high school bully. Even if Harrington had never really bullied him just… never stopped some of the others from it. Half the jocks picked on him while the other half knew better than to fuck with their dealer.

So, Eddie had always chalked it up to Harrington didn’t want to fuck up his relationship to his weed dealer.

With a sniffle and rubbing his wrist against his nose, Eddie stepped back to nod towards the shop exit. “I wod’t keep you thed, but you should stay add watch a sessiod sobe tibe. Bight chadge your bide od liki’g it… Okay, you better get to those twerps before you’re late.” He teases congestedly and puts on another smile for Steve, lifting his sketchbook. “I’ve got a desigd to idk add prep for you od Tuesday.”

Steve chuckles softly and nods, “Alright, alright.” He checks his watch, and his eyes widen. “Oh shit, it’s nearly two already. Yeah, thank you! So much, Eddie, really! I love it. I’ll see you on Tuesday!” And without much else said, Steve left his tattooing room in a rush while Eddie sniffled.

“See ya,” Eddie said with a wave.

It wasn’t maybe a minute later that Chrissy came rushing into his tattooing area with a wild grin on her face. “Eddie! It went well?!” But her face fell as she saw what an allergic mess he was. “Oh, Eds, sweetie- did you take allergy meds?”

With a wave of his hand, Eddie brushed her concerns off. “I did yeah. Already got it id be. I guess it wedt well? We talked for a lo’g while to bake sure we got his first tat right, y’kdow?” He explained to Chrissy, rubbing at his nose to itch it some but it makes an awful squelching sound.

Chrissy makes a face at the noise but shakes her head. “No, you idiot!” She looks positively thrilled to share this news with him. “Eddie, he was definitely hard when he left.”

A beat of silence.

“What?” Eddie asked incredulously and met Chrissy’s eyes. “You’re joki’g? You’re dot joki’g. D’no… you’ve gotta be fucki’g with be…”

Chrissy watched him as Eddie began to pace between her and the cabinets of his workstation. “I’m not- Eddie, what happened?”

“Ehh… EPTSH’uhh! Ugh… sorry. Okay this is godda sou’d crazy… but I thidk by dew cliedt is ki’d of idto by sdeezes.”

Link to Part 2

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[rhaasted]

unlikely tendencies

s/uperb/at allergy fic because i can . a little self indulgent

cw for snz kink!! hayfever/allergies, a little mess, like sneezing in a mask + whatever comes with that, featuring a little bit of fet!s/uper/man

The trip was.. not going as planned.

Clark had done everything for them to go on this vacation, and had packed rather clumsily for the both of them in a rush.

It was nearly impossible to tear Bruce away from his work. Bruce had yelled — or growled — at him for even planning the trip, despite Clark having reminded him weeks prior.

"Hey, sweetheart?"

Bruce continued typing, mouth pulled in a tense line.

"Don't forget we agreed to house-sit for my parents in a few weeks."

"Hnn."

"Are you even listening?"

More typing.

"Bruce," Clark warned.

"Clark," Bruce sighed exasperatedly, turning around. Clark noted the dark circles around his eyes. "I'm busy. Can we talk about this later?"

So, Bruce had forgotten entirely.

He supposed he shouldn't have assumed Bruce was listening, as he only ever grunted or hummed in response, but Clark had hoped he'd be more.. gracious about it. However, when Clark lifted his boyfriend despite his loud protests, Bruce still struggled against him.

After a short flight, they arrived at the Kent's.

Unfortunately, what was supposed to be a nice, relaxing vacation in the country had done Bruce more harm than good. He'd come down with a minor case of the sniffles a few hours after arriving and, despite trying to ignore it, had suffered from a persistent headache. Nightfall came, and Bruce's sniffling devolved into quiet, itchy sneezes. Bruce had never been one to sneeze in tickly fits, but the cold had snuck up on him, causing him to gasp quietly before each sneeze. Ever the worrier, Clark was used to hovering, maybe a bit literally, around his Bruce when he was feeling unwell. Even though Bruce wasn't extremely fond of being cared for, he appreciated Clark's company.

After lightly brushing Bruce's forehead, Clark had sent him to bed, fretting slightly over Bruce's flushed cheeks and reddening nose.

After a while, Clark slipped into bed with his favorite hero and gently slipped an arm around his torso. Sleepily, he listened to Bruce's soft breathing and thought about picking up medication in the morning.

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"How're you feeling?" The Kryptonian smiled down at his boyfriend.

"Better, thank you." He cleared his throat, the sound slightly muffled behind the mask. It was unlikely for Superman to come down with a measly cold, but Bruce didn't want to risk it.

"You look a little worse for wear," Clark rested his hand on Bruce's back.

"Thankfully," —another throat clear— "I no longer have a headache." Bruce coughed into his fist, sniffling softly after. "Sorry," he resumed, "We should probably take care of some errands before dinner."

"Maybe we should just stay in." The alien tiptoed around asking more questions, as he wasn't completely familiar with most human illnesses. Bruce typically wasn't open to questions, especially ones about his limits, or how he was feeling, or.. most questions. He didn't really want to push it.

"Come on, hh-!" Bruce sighed through his mouth. His next few inhales rattled audibly, causing him to bend over with another round of grating coughs.

"You alright?" Clark resisted the urge to tell him to rest, knowing it'd only earn him something akin to a glare.

"I feel fine-hh," Bruce's voice wavered at the end as he squinted against the itch.

"I don't think I've ever seen you get sick before. Isn't the.. incubation period something like twenty-four hours? Had you felt sick but not wanted to tell me?" He crossed his arms, frowning. "Is this why you didn't want to come?"

"No-! hh-! hhuhH- I don't feel sick," Bruce snapped, eyes red. Clark only raised his eyebrows, skeptical.

"I don't feel sick, but my throat itches." Bruce rubbed his throat absentmindedly. "It's just, I normally don't sneeze this much." The Kryptonian could hear the hesitance in the bat's voice.

Itchy throat.. no apparent incubation period.. sneezing.. watery eyes.

How could he have missed it?

Behind the mask, the older man wrinkled his nose. He was glad to have a cover for the chapped, twitching appendage. Over the day, he'd gone from massaging his nose with tissues to irritably rubbing it with a knuckle. The mask offered some cover.

Losing a battle with a sudden tickle, Bruce shivered before releasing an unrestrained "hhHRRHSCHEUUHHE!"

Stepping forward, Clark gently unhooked one of the elastic bands from Bruce's ear, causing him to grimace uncomfortably as a string of mess attached to the mask became visible.

"Oh no," Clark squeezed his boyfriend's shoulder, wiping an allergic tear from his cheek. "Bruce, I think you've got allergies," he tried to keep the amusement out of his voice.

"hh-! That'd explain a lotttthhd! hh'KSSHHhhu! ngh," he pinched his nostrils and gently moved his fingers back and forth, making a small squelching nose. "uhH'sshhHHUue!" It folded him in half, his damp eyelashes fluttering in preparation. "tsshh'HHhuuh!"

"Bless you," the younger man smiled, hand placed between Bruce's shoulder blades.

The blessing earned him another nose twitch in response.

"hhH'ZZSChhHH'UU! hh? hhH! hhuh," he hitched, shivering after losing it. The sneezes drained him, leading to a sloppy job of covering. His chest rose with another gasp, and something akin to a groan escaped his lips before he misted the air with more itchy sneezes. "hnnh'SCHEUU! hh'kshhHHIUUE! TSSHHUU! H'ZZSCHH'UU!" 

"Goodness, bless you."

Clark's heart squeezed as he watched his boyfriend struggle. Without thinking, he deftly swiped the soft pad of his thumb under Bruce's nose, gently wiping the moisture away.

To his surprise, Bruce neither pulled back nor seemed bothered by the gesture. He sniffled, tired but unashamed.

"Gotta get you some medicine or something."

"snnf-! nnh'RhHSCH'UU!" He sneezed off to the side freely, trying to rid himself of the itch. "uhh-! hhh!"

"Wait," Clark gently held Bruce's chin, turning him to face himself. He'd never seen the cold, terrifying Batman at the mercy of something so simple. It was almost fascinating.

Warmth pooled in his stomach as his boyfriend squinted questioningly through allergic tears, breath catching.

"hhH'ESSHHH’EU!"

He hadn't even tried to hold that one back.

"hHH'ZZSCHH’YUU-!" The sneeze misted his hand.

Bruce's nostrils flared, shiny from the wetness of his previous tickly expulsions.

"huH'RR’ESSHU!"

"Bless," Superman murmured, captivated.

"hH'yhH'DzZSHIUu-! uhh," Bruce sighed, winded from the rapid fit. Clark could feel himself blushing despite himself.

"Oookay, seriously. I think there might be some allergy medications in the kitchen cupboard. Let's get you cleaned up," He almost squeaked, Bruce eyeing him reservedly.

"Clark, what was..?" He gestured towards himself, once again rubbing his nose.

Clark swallowed. "I don't know. I just find you.. your sneezes," he breathed, "intriguing."

"Have you never seen someone sneeze before?"

"I have, it's just — you look, you are, I mean — " avoiding eye contact, he fumbled for something to say.

"Clark."

Batman stepped forward, meeting him with a kiss.

"You aliens always keep me guessing," Bruce smiled.

"..likewise," Clark relaxed, pulling his boyfriend into a hug.

#sneeze kink #sneezeblr #snz blog #sneezefic #snzfic #sneezefucker #snzblr #snz fet #sneeze attack #allergy sneezes #allergy fic #maybe needs a lil editing but ill get to that later

[imma-dragon]

Sage X Luca

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A man with a navy blue suit walked into a high-scale restaurant, confidently walking up to the hostess stand. His light, blonde   nodding to the waitress behind the podium. “Reservation for two- the name’s Schafer.” He was led to a back table, quite private in comparison to the other tables in the venue. He sat down and looked around, waiting for his significant other to show up. It was nowhere near their first date; quite the opposite, actually. They’d been going out for almost three years now, and his partner consistently managed to impress him.

 Years of dates and meet-ups, and they’ve been late to almost every single event. Without fail. He’s taken to telling his partner the time of an event 30 minutes early, in the hopes that they might be on time. They caught onto that, unfortunately. Apparently their own family tried the same thing. 

Checking his watch, he sighed and rubbed the stubble on his jawline. He was worried the bouquet he’d brought would lose the zeal before his partner even arrived. He brushed his fingers through his blonde curls, loose spirals that fell down to his shoulders. His deep green eyes scanned the venue; still no sign of his partner. He checked his watch again. Ten minutes. He smoothed out his suit, a nervous habit of his. 

Rapid footsteps caught his attention, bringing his gaze up to a slightly out of breath person. A lopsided smile crossed his face at the sight of his partner. “Sage!” He stood up to greet his partner, kissing them and sinking into a hug with them. His hugs weren’t describable with words. Sage’s hugs were like a warm blanket just out of the dryer, or the first sip of a hot drink on a winter's day. They smelled of eucalyptus; their favourite smell. 

“Hey, Luca– sorry I’m late, I had to iron this because apparently it’s unacceptable to go out with wrinkles in your clothes-” 

They scoffed, shaking their head and sitting down. Luca chuckled, giving them a knowing look. 

“You talked to your mother before the date, didn’t you?”

Sage had a guilty look on their face, and they fiddled with the sleeve of their jacket, sniffling a little. It was a small action, one that was barely noticeable. 

“...No…” 

Luca just shook his head, reaching across the table to lace his hand in Sage’s.

“Hey, I think it’s sweet you talk to your mother every day. She has sound advice, you know.” 

Sagejust rolled their eyes, leaning back in their chair. They sniffled again. It was a bit more pronounced this time, and caught Luca’s attention. He cocked an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything. 

“She just worries too much.” 

Sage says, though there’s a loving tone to their words. Luca gasped suddenly, startling Sage in the process. 

“Oh!!! I almost forgot!” He bent down in his seat, reaching for the bouquet. Sage placed a hand over their heart, exhaling sharply. “Jesus, Luca –” He smiled apologetically, and revealed the bouquet. 

“Sorry… Here, these are for you. Sage for my Sage.” The purple flowers were tied with a sage green ribbon; just the attention to detail that made Sage fall for Luca in the first place. Luca had a proud grin on his face whilst Sage took it, examining it with a lovesick grin. “Oh, Luca– I love it…you-you shouldn’t have…” 

In their mind, alarms were going off. 

‘Oh no. This isn’t good... He put so much effort into this. If he finds out I’m allergic, he’ll be crushed–’

“Sage? You there?” Luca chuckled, looking quite proud of himself.

 “Get it? Sage….for MY Sage?” 

Sage laughed, a little too loudly in their opinion, scratching the back of their neck. This earned them an odd look from Luca, but the conversation was cut short when the waitress came over, inquiring about entrees. Luca breezed through the conversation, letting Sage sit in silence. This dynamic was favourable for both of them. Luca was the chatty Cathy in the relationship, whilst Sage tended to let actions speak louder than words. 

But there was another reason Sage was so grateful for Luca’s commandeering of the conversation. A vicious tickle blossomed in their nose, and it was all they could manage to not sneeze all over everything in the general vicinity. They leaned their elbow on the table, their hand covering the lower half of their face. 

As soon as the waitress walked away, Sage grabbed the cloth napkin in front of them, messily stifling into it, surprising Luca. 

“HH’KssH! H’etSSH!” 

Sage blew their nose, ducking their head in embarrassment. 

“Sorry… I didn’t mean to…” 

“Bless you… you alright?” 

Luca asked, clearly concerned. It was subtle, but the signs of fatigue were there. The slow, tired blinks, the slight sag in their shoulders. Something was wrong, Luca could tell. But what? 

Sage nodded, setting down the napkin with a sniffle. Their nose had a hue similar to that of a dahlia. 

“Yeah…sorry. Just a random sneeze, that’s all. Anyway-” They sighed, desperate to change the subject. “How’s the shop?” 

Luca brightened up at the subject, happily accepting the topic change. Luca was a man of many passions, but his flower shop was one of the biggest prides in his life. Luca could talk for hours on end about the shop and all the different types of plants he’s acquired over the years. 

And Sage would know, Luca has talked for hours. They once timed it. 

Sage could drown in those tropical green eyes, so full of vivacity and enthusiasm. They could lose themselves in the way he waved his hands around, demonstrating the approximate size and shape of the newest plant he got in. Sage melted as Luca’s lips turned upwards in a crooked smile whilst he described the feeling of bringing a dying plant back to life. Sage was so distracted by Luca’s infodump, that the next sneeze nearly caught them off guard. They turned in the middle of his sentence, hiding behind their hands. 

“H’utttshoo! E’kstshu! H’iitishh!”

Luca stopped in his tracks, watching his partner fall victim to this seemingly endless itch. Luca’s face contorted into one of concern. “Bless you. Are you sure you’re okay, Sage? Are you getting sick?” 

Luca reached across the table, placing the back of his hand on Sage’s forehead. Nothing. Sage pulled back, shaking their head. “Ndo.” 

They said, trying to hide the congestion that had crept into their voice. This caught Luca’s attention big-time. His frown stayed as he pulled his hand back, examining Sage again. Something was definitely wrong. 

“Sage…” Luca started, in a tone that said, ‘if you lie, I’ll know’, “Is something wrong?” Sage looked everywhere but Luca. “Ndo… ndothigd’s wrong, I’m totally- total-hhih…hh-fide!” During this time, Sage fished blindly for the cloth from earlier, grabbing it and quickly bringing it to their face. 

“K’etsshu! H’ktsshu! Aa’tshheww!” 

Luca couldn’t do anything else but watch. Three typically was their max, so Luca continued. 

“Sage, you’ve been sneezing all night-” 

Luca was cut off when Sage held up a finger.

‘No-hhihh-t done-! K’atttshu! Att’shu! God-” Sage looked exasperated more than anything. Sage noisily blew their nose, forgetting where they were for a moment until they got side-eyed by a couple of nearby patrons. 

Luca leaned in, whispering. 

“Sage- what is going on with you?” 

One guilty look towards the bouquet later, and Luca put two and two together. Mouth slightly agape, he leaned back, almost as if in shock. He looked from the bouquet to Sage, then back at the bouquet. He stood up, grabbing the bouquet and disappearing for a moment. Sage just sat there, feeling a little guilty whilst Luca got rid of the bouquet. 

Once he returned, he didn’t sit back down. Instead he motioned for Sage to get up, which they did, silently. Luca grabbed Sage’s hand, a small reminder that Luca didn’t, in fact, hate them. Once in the car, Sage couldn’t help the tears that welled up in their eyes. 

They cast their gaze towards the ground, sniffling a little. Luca glanced over and frowned. 

“Sage… my love, what’s wrong.”

They looked up, trying to unsuccessfully blink away the tears. 

“I’b sorry –  I ruined everythidg.” 

Luca looked crestfallen. He reached over, cupping Sage’s cheek. 

“Hey - Hey, look at me.” Sage met Luca’s gaze, and that was it. Any chance of keeping their composure went out the window. “You have nothing to apologise for. We’re going to get you home, and in a nice, hot bath. Alright?” 

Luca smiled softly while wiping some of their tears with his thumb. Sage burrowed their face in his hand, relishing the touch. They stayed like that for god knows how long, before Sage had to pull away again. 

“H’ettsh!” 

Sage groaned, closing their eyes and rubbing their temples. Luca snickered softly, starting the car. 

“Let’s get you home, okay?” 

Sage nodded, nearly falling asleep on the way home. Luca parked the car, gently nudging them when the couple got home. Sage made a small sound of displeasure, but got up anyway. They really wanted that bath. 

Luca ushered Sage into the bathroom, wasting no time in starting the bath. Soon enough, the water was steaming, leaving Sage a sniffly mess. Luca led Sage by the shoulders into the bath, smiling a little when Sage let out a moan of pleasure at the warmth. Sage just sat there, sniffling, while Luca gently massaged their muscles. When Luca pulled back, Sage whined. 

Luca just sighed softly, shaking his head whilst undressing. 

“Calm down, I’ll be there in a second.” 

And that he was, climbing in just a moment later. Sage leaned back against Luca’s chest, letting him massage their hair. Sage was almost completely relaxed against Luca, until-0 

“Hhih-Hkshu! K’tsssh! T’issshiu!” 

There were no tissues, so they just sneezed out into the open, the spray settling gently atop the water. 

“Mmm…Bless you, Sage. You wanna get to bed, love?” 

Sage nodded, but didn’t move. Luca chuckled, sliding out from behind Sage, helping them out of the tub and drying them off. The pair headed off to bed, Luca blessing Sage all the way to their bedroom. 

#snzfic #snzblog #allergy fic #lucaXsage #sorry if the ending sucks #gay

[empresskaze]

Can I? May I? Will you do 🌼, 🌳 and ❣️ for Fessor and/or Liam pls? 💕

warm afternoons 🌼

trees 🌳

soft kisses ❣️

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Gabriel sat looking out the window of his flat. Even being inside the tree pollen today enough to have him sniffling already. Of course he hadn't realize his prescription had run out until after last nights allergy attack.

At least Liam was here, his dearest volunteering to pick up his medicine. What would he do without his Liam. Gabriel rubbed his nose against his handkerchief again.

Yesterday had been so lovely, much like today. He'd made sure to take medicine before they'd gone on their walk through down by the creek Liam loved to visit each time. The pollen count had not been terrible but as the day progressed Gabriel's eyes were tearing heavily.

The back of his throat itched, he cleared it enough times his voice now sounded weak and hoarse. Not good considering he had class tomorrow.

Another deep rub of his nose did little but make it squelch more under the cloth. Sniffling thickly he sighed once again looking out the window.

Gabriel wished he could actually spend a nice spring day outside in the sun but all the blooming flowers and trees had other ideas.

Finally his face lit up as he saw Liam jogging down the walk. Gabriel rose meeting his love at the door who already had the bag out.

"Many thanks, my dear." Gabriel rasped opening the bottle. "It is warm outside?"

Liam nodded, "Love, try not to speak okay? You don't want full laryngitis tomorrow."

Gabriel frowned but nodded.

Liam made tea then joined Gabriel on the couch who was once again rubbing his poor nose.

"Blasted allergies." He grumbled. "I can't even breathe." Gabriel took the mug, taking a long sip he sighed after.

"Anything I can do to help." Liam asked though he knew what Gabriel would say.

"You've gone above and beyond...as usually." Gabriel sniffed hard. Another hard rub of his nose did nothing.

They sat for a while, Gabriel finished his tea and took his medicine. He now laid his head on Liam’s lap while his partner stroked his hair.

"I love you." Gabriel whispered as he closed his eyes.

Liam smiled, bending down placing a kiss on Gabriel’s cheek. "And I you."

#mimikusu #kaze answers #kaze writes: drabbles #kaze writes: liam and gabriel #allergy fic

[floflowings]

Day 6 of Sicktember (event hosted by @sicktember)

Do you think All Might might have allergies? He's sure he doesn't! 😛

Prompt 10 - Excessive use of tissues/’Blow your nose’

Also inspired by prompt 24 (Sneezing) of last year's list.

#sicktember 2022 #sickfic #Allergy fic #yagi toshinori #bnha #mha #fanfic #aizawa shouta #eraserhead #All Might #Sneezing

[hermitdrabbles56]

This has absolutely nothing to do with my usual content because it was from my last hyperfixation. but fuck it! I was really happy with this when I wrote and I still adore it now! Just some Eskel and Jaskier emotional hurt/comfort.

Jaksier held his head in his hands. Palms firmly pressed against his throbbing temples as if he could hold himself together that way. Staring down at the blank pages of the book he was trying to translate. Though staring was rather difficult as tears continuously flooded his vision, running down his cheeks as he tried to take slow breaths. 

Heat was prickling at the ends of his hair and spreading across his shoulders as he tried to hold everything in. It had all just suddenly become too much. The room was both too warm and too cold, his nose was so clogged up he could hardly breathe at all. He wasn't even sick, it was just an allergy flare up from all the dust in the library. Yet he still felt like a leper as everyone steered clear of him. 

Winter was fully set in, and he was thoroughly regretting having not run for the hills as soon as he could. Instead, here he was, trying to do one small thing and he couldn't even handle that. The others wouldn't let him do anything else, and the few things they did have him do they really didn't need him for as they did it anyway. He'd been pretty quickly shoved to the side and rendered completely useless. 

At the very least he thought maybe he could translate the old books Ciri needed to read. She'd been struggling with the arcaich dialect and bizarre poetic explanations. So he'd set to trying to make it easier for the princess. But the silence of the library and the aching of his sinuses seemed to be the straw to break the camel's back. 

His face was rubbed raw from trying to cope with his sneezing. Head aching with every little movement to the point he nearly felt dizzy. And now his chest was throbbing with every small breath he manages, heart fluttering unevenly in his chest with the effort to keep quiet. Even his eyes were beginning to burn from the hot tears and his fruitless attempts to dry them. 

The crushing and overwhelming feeling of loneliness despite how many people he was around, just about had him ready to pack his meager possessions and march out into the raging blizzard. See if he'd make it down or pass out and freeze to death in his cold induced sleep. The other option was to loot a couple bottles of spirits and lock himself in his room again to drown himself until his liver gave him something different to think about. It's how he'd spent the past two years as it is, why not continue the trend.

Another shuttered and stifled sob escapes him, followed by him rubbing at his stinging face as he attempts to clear his nose again. The wet disgusting noise grating on him in an even worse way than the silence trying to close around his throat. He couldn't even hum without it sounding pathetically off key. 

"Fuck this.." He huffs as he slams the book in front of him shut. 

"Jask..?" 

The low gravelly voice scares the shit out of him. Nearly causing him to leap right out of his own skin, only to look and find Eskel staring at him. The hefty witchers feline like amber eyes looking him over with a concerned pity that makes him feel even more raw. 

When he notices books in the other males arms he quickly scrubs his face with his sleeves. "Sorry..I'll clear out so you can work…not like I'm making any progress anyways." He shudders as he starts closing up the other books he has out. 

"You..don't have to leave I just..wanted to know if you were okay?" The gentleness in the big witchers tone, while in reality genuine, sounds fake in the bard's mind. 

"I'm.. I'm fine." He manages with a weak half hearted chuckle. 

"Jask..I'm actually asking…" Eskel presses gently. 

"Well..don't, okay? It's fine..just. I'll be gone in a couple of minutes." He huffs as he pushes himself onto his feet. 

Unfortunately he moves a little too fast in trying to get up and away from the chair. The whole world spinning violently as he feels himself starting to fall. Bracing himself for the inevitable impact of cold stone. And beyond surprised when he finds himself pillowed in a pair of big strong arms instead. 

"I gotcha…hold still a moment." He murmurs as he carefully gets Jaskier steady on his feet. One firm hand keeping him upright, while his other massive paw rests against the small humans forehead. Warm to the touch like the sun beating down on you during a nap in a field. "You don't have a fever at least…?" 

Jaskier can't help it as more tears start spilling down his cheeks. Nuzzling into Eskels paw of a hand in spite of himself and hiding his puffy red eyes as best he can. "..I-its just my fucking allergies….this place hasn't been dusted in ages…." 

"...when was the last time you drank actual water..?" Eskel tries carefully. 

The bardling lets out a very small indignant snort. "Water? What the fuck kind of spirit is that? Never heard of it." 

He tries to make his tone sound joking to lighten the mood, but really it just falls flat and sounds completely pathetic as his voice cracks. 

"..guessing food hasn't really been a present thought either..?" Eskel manages carefully. 

"..I grabbed some bread and cheese earlier…I think.." He mumbles quietly. Whatever it was, it wasn't exactly a meal, he'd been too tired that morning to really try and participate in breakfast after being all but ignored every time he tried too help. 

Either way the answer seems to be the last straw, the hand retreating from his forehead. He half expects the witcher to declare him not worth his time and leave. 

Instead he finds himself suddenly being picked up like a child, held against the man's chest in strong gentle arms. And without a word he starts moving. 

Oh joy..out into the snow I go…

Even if it is potentially now his fate to be thrown right out the keep doors, he doesn't have the energy to fight it. Laying limp in the others arms with his stuffy face partly smothered in Eskel's shoulder. He at least shuts his eyes tight in hopes that the tears will stop and not soak the man's shirt, seeing as his runny nose was already doing a disgusting enough job as it is. His head throbbing harder and harder with each drop of salty fluid that leaves his body. 

Just as he starts to hear the shuffling of items he hears Lamberts voice grate in his ears. Causing him to hide further into the large wolf's shoulder. 

"Did you kill it and put it out of its misery or something? The fuck is going on?" 

"No, now shut up and mind your own business." Eskel huffs. 

The command doesn't have any actual heat in it. But the way it rumbles in the wolf's chest vibrates soothingly against Jaskiers aching ribs. Causing him to swallow down and silence a heavy sob that leaves his lungs almost burning. He couldn't handle anymore ribbing on the topic of his 'fragile human emotional state' from the bitchy witcher. 

Before long Eskel is moving again, leaving the bard a little uncomfortable with the ominous lack of direction. 

"...should I be worried about where you're going to throw me..?" He finally manages very quietly. 

"I'm not going to throw you anywhere.." Eskel assures him. 

"You sure..? Because it would be well deserved…" He murmurs. 

"No it wouldn't.." 

After a couple of leaning motions and something being flopped onto the ground, Jaskier finds himself being readjusted and jostled slightly as Eskel sits. Resting the small human in his lap when he's done moving. 

Looking around a bit, Jaksier finds that they're now sitting in a pile of furs on the ground. Perched in front of the library fireplace with a cutting board holding two large bowls of rich beef stew, bread and possibly dried nuts and fruits. 

"Eat.." Is all Eskel says as he adjusts Jaskier to sit with his back and head against his chest. His voice was still gentle, but it was very much an order as one of the bowls was brought to sit in the bard's lap with some bread. 

Eskel also grabs his, but waits till Jaskier slowly starts to eat before starting his own. Leaning to the side even if it's a bit awkward so he won't accidentally spill any in the others hair. 

The stew in question is thick and rich, with big perfectly cooked chunks of; meat, potatoes and carrots. Well flavored too which tells him that Lambert thankfully was nowhere near it during the process. 

It takes a while for him to get it all down, but Eskel occasionally gives it a small touch of Igni now and again to keep it warm. For the most part the witcher idly looks over a couple of books. But as soon as his hands aren't busied by eating, he occupies them in other ways. Waiting till permission is granted before carefully combing one set of fingers though the bardling's hair. His other hand lightly rubbing at the smaller males tummy as it's slowly filled. Only ever stopping to flip a page or offer a handkerchief for Jaskier's persistent sinuses. 

Jaskier felt completely dwarfed in the wolf's hold, and some part if him felt like he should be uncomfortable. But wrapped in the others warmth, with those large, calloused, but gentle paws nearly completely covering his head and belly while moving in nonsensical patterns. The way he'd occasionally squint at the words on the page, and mumble things just loud enough that it felt like a purr in his chest. It was pure bliss. 

By the time the soup and a good bit of bread was gone the tears had stopped. His head aching a little less as he focused on the finger tips lightly massaging his scalp. He even manages to give a small chuckle when the wolf nudges a waterskin into his hands, encouraging him to start sipping at it despite how full his tummy feels. 

Eventually as he feels like he's going to fall asleep words finally find their way to his lips. His tone coming out on a sleepy amused murmur. 

"..If the foods that good all the time..I'm not going to fit in my doublets come spring…" 

The wolf gives one of those characteristically witcher hums. Such a deep sound rolling like Thunder in his chest, and continuing to as it turns into actual words. "Feel better though don't you..?" 

"Mm..yeah, a lot.." He admits with a small chuckle. 

"Then that's a good thing….besides, wintering here isn't easy, even with the protection of the keep. A little extra padding will help keep you warm, keep your muscles and bones from aching in the cold." Eskel manages as he runs light fingers over the bard's tummy again. 

"I can understand why that's important.." He murmurs quietly as he snuggles against him a bit. 

Even though winter had only just started. The big wolf was already rather soft himself. His waist and muscles already covered in a soft pillowy layer of fat. Not an uncomfortable boney spot to be found. 

So when Eskel carefully moves aside the books and the dishes. He doesn't mind being moved around by the other. Pillows being pulled off of the couch behind them and arranged before the wolf carefully lays down with the bard. 

The actions are all optional, his arms loose so that if he doesn't like it Jaskier can easily wiggle away. But the thought of pulling away from the others' warmth felt akin to pulling off his own skin. Back pressed up against the witchers strong doughy chest leaving him in a state of near perfect bliss, at least until he sneezes a couple times. Leaving his hands in gross snot because of his quick desperation to cover his face. A practically depressed whine escaping him when the fit finally stops. 

"Are the furs making it worse..? Do we need to go somewhere else?" Eskel asks carefully as he hands Jaskier another cloth and starts helping to clean him up, as if this isn't one of the most disgusting things in the world to be doing. 

"No..it's like a crack in a dam once it starts it just doesn't stop.." Jaskier whines softly as he takes the cloth and clears his nose, stupid thing filling right back up the second he stops. "Gods..I should go though so you don't have to deal with me…you have to put up with enough disgusting things I shouldn't be one of them…" 

"You're not disgusting, and shutting yourself up in your room isn't going to help whatever storm is brewing in that head of yours…" Eskel murmurs as he places a warm paw over Jaskiers forehead. 

"Don't you know it's best to leave people to their misery…they're less of a problem to you if you do.." Jaskier sighs, hating how thick and wet his voice sounds. 

"...Isn't it technically part of my job description to help with people's misery..?" Eskel asks quietly. 

Jaskier let's out a small whimper and looks over his shoulder into those big sweet amber eyes. "Oh, sweet wolf that is so much different…You ease real world pain and actual problems..Yes you weather people's misery and help it go away, but that is not comparable to the miniscule problems of a snotty bard with a case of melancholy.." 

Eskel just tilts his head slightly before holding Jaskier close again. Gently rubbing along the bard's full stomach again to soothe him. "..Weathering a little melancholy sounds a lot nicer than fighting someone else's monster….I think this is a job I can handle, especially since everyone else has been so rude to you." 

"They haven't been rude…I've just been a nuisance." Jaskier sighs as he lets his head fall back on the pillow finally. 

"Oh no…they've been rude… I've been trying to get them to quit ribbing you but they're a little hopeless…you just need to bite back so they'll listen….but that can wait till you're feeling better." Eskel sighs. 

Jaskier's ability to come up with a counter faded with each rumbling word that vibrated in Eskel's chest. Those large warm hands once again threading through his hair, and spreading across his belly. It made his eyelids feel as heavy as his clogged head as he sank helplessly into the touch. 

"M..maybe…you can teach me how t' bite later.." He drawls sleepily with a heavy nasally tone. 

"Sure thing..but first some sleep." Eskel whispers before laying back down behind Jaskiers back. 

The last thing the bard recalls is a low rumbling hum, quiet, and subtle. But strong enough to sink a comfortable weight into his bones as he drifts deep into sleep.

#sickfic #allergy fic #witcher #eskel #eskel x jaskier #jaskier x eskel #eskel & jaskier #because technically they aren't togeather in this just enjoying each others company #and comort #basically Eskel is soft and sick of his brothers being assholes #and Jaskier is just le fucking done #and suffering #eskel the witcher #jaskier #jaskier dandelion #fic #hermit writes #witcher eskel

[omaano]

"I've grown these for you."

My first entry for the @rexobibingo - because what is a Gardener/Gardening about if not making leafy things grow out of love? (You can, of course, grow your leafy things out of spite too, I guess, that's always a very fair motivation if you ask me)

Keeping to good old habits from my previous bingo experience, please allow me to wholeheartedly and very passionately recommend @dharmaavocado's fic that has been on my mind throughout the whole time while I was working on this drawing We Who Love Our Hands in Dirt which was likely the first fic that has sold me on this ship, and Hanahaki as allergies will never stop being fascinating to me as a concept *w*

#rexobi #obirex #rexobi bingo #rex x obi wan #my art #captain rex #obi wan kenobi #star wars fanart #tcw fanart #artists on tumblr #digital art #fanart #I haven't drawn flowers like this in a bit I was starting to feel bad about it #please make sure to check out dharma's fic if you haven't yet once AO3 is back in business again #Thank you everyone in the discord server for helping me with the colour picking! #if only my rl allergies could be cured by the simple method of a bit of introspection and *shudders* admittance of feelings #fuck allergy season it is only entertaining when it's happening in space #look at me showing up with personal art that isn't the Hades AU XD

[bultaoreunheyyy]

Seokjin's Hayfever

Title: Seokjin's Hayfever

Word Count: 618

Sickie: Seokjin (snz/allergies)

Caretakers: Jungkook

Seokjin is really, really regretting the choices he has made up to this point in his life so far– the two current biggest regrets being trying to catch his fall yesterday with his hand, and going outdoors in the middle of hayfever season. 

The first one is the reason he’s wearing his arm in a sling, all thanks to a dislocated shoulder.  

The second is the reason he cannot stop sneezing for the life of him. 

Even though the dislocated shoulder is by far more painful, the sneezing has him feeling all prickly. The prickling in his sinuses correlates, a gritty, tickly feeling he’s only ever felt with his hayfever. Even though he just finished a round of sneezing, there’s another one coming and he’s absolutely helpless to it. 

He’s probably going to need more tissues first. He stands, then has to pause for a second as his eyelashes flutter and his head tips back.

“HDTCHshuh!”

The sneeze sends him stumbling forward into the chair he’d just been sitting in. Another sneeze builds immediately, more powerful than the first, and he clamps a hand over his mouth and nose just in time– 

“Hh-HDSHSHOO!”

When Seokjin looks up, his eyes are watering and itchy, and Jungkook is standing in the entrance of the kitchen watching him. 

“Are you allergic to something in here, hyung?” He asks Seokjin curiously, eyes big and round as he watches Seokjin sniff hard in an attempt to quell the tickle in his nose. 

“It’s hayfever,” Seokjin responds sharply, feeling prickly again. 

“Oh.” Jungkook sucks his bottom lip between his teeth. “Do you need anything?” 

What Seokjin needs is for his shoulder to heal and for his sinuses to stop burning. There’s another sneeze trying to get out, and he blinks rapidly and presses his tongue to the roof of his mouth in an attempt to stop it. The last thing he needs is to lose complete control right here in the kitchen in front of Jungkook. He’s embarrassed just thinking about the possibility.

“Hyung?”

“I’m f-fine,” he says quickly, breath a little shaky, denying any help from Jungkook. He somewhat regrets it when Jungkook’s eyes widen even further in surprise at his tone. 

“Let me know if you change your mind,” Jungkook says softly after a moment, voice quiet and almost timid. He gives Seokjin a small smile and then starts chewing on his lip again, tongue darting out to swipe over his lip piercing. He turns to go, hesitating just a little like he wants to say something else, but then he leaves.

Seokjin brings his right hand up so he can dig his knuckles into the side of nose, trying desperately to chase the itch away, but he can feel the burning in his sinuses grow. As soon as the sound of Jungkook’s retreating footsteps fade completely, Seokjin grabs onto the chair for support and absolutely loses all control, sneeze after sneeze exploding out of him. 

“HPSHSH! HDTCHshuh! Hih-ISHSHOO! Heh– ehhh-HCHSHOO! HDSH-uhh!”

Instinctively, Seokjin tries to bring both hands up to his face to cup them over his mouth and nose, but he’s painfully reminded that his left arm is still in a sling and his shoulder throbs in protest. 

He curses to himself and pinches his nose shut. If he can get to his room, where there is surely a box of tissues, he can lie in his bed and sneeze in peace. He’s only a little surprised when he gets in there and finds both a box of tissues and allergy pills that look suspiciously like the ones Jungkook takes sitting on his nightstand.

He’ll have to thank Jungkook later. And apologize. But first, he has some sneezing to do.

#bts sickfic #bts snz #drabble #sick seokjin #caretaker jungkook #jin snz #hay fever #allergy fic #bts hurt/comfort

[jakes3resin]

Spoilers for my next Clegan fic:

Plus Gale's reaction:

#genuinely i feel great the allergy meds are doing so well #theyve fueled this #yeah i opened my docs to plan england arc of a/b/o fic but this was more fun #ive chosen the fic to cleanse my soul after courting fic destroyed it and my sanity #mota #buck x bucky #clegan #john bucky egan #gale buck cleven #masters of the air

[zensations35]

It's Manual Fucking Labor (Luci/fer)

Been working on this one for a bit. I love the delicious rivalry between Al and Luci, so I toyed with that a bit and made it spicy with some snz. I also am really enjoying the text flair I'm getting to play with for all these characters, so I hope yall are liking that. Ahaha. Enjoy!!

“That one needs to go over here!” Charlie points as she heaves one of the freshly slated planks of wood for the hotel revamp. “Can you cut three more for us, dad?” she smiles sweetly at Lucifer who sits crosslegged in front of a pile of wood.

He nods, dragging the back of his arm across his forehead.  “I, uh, I’ll go head and do that, sure.” 

Her eyes are bright and full, like the sun he never saw. “Dad,” she beams at him, “thank you for this.”

He tilts his head, “For what, Char Char?”

“For helping. For putting in so much effort. For,” she pats one of the planks, “for wanting to do it this way.”

Lucifer’s brows rise. “Th-this way?”

Charlie strides off before he can ask her to elaborate. His eyes flick back to the uncut wood and his lips tip down in a pout. 

“Problem?” A staticky trill sends Lucifer’s hackles up. 

“What?” Lucifer snaps, grabbing one of the slabs of wood, dragging a sharp claw deftly down the middle and cutting it as if it were a razor saw. Small fluffy flakes snow the air around him, making his cheeks fuzz. “Hhhfff…” his brow scrunches and a flush spreads from the circles on his cheeks. “Hieh--HiSFFH!” 

Alastor skips over, peering down in amusement as sawdust skitters all around the fallen angel.

“Hm, quite shoddy,” the Radio Demon observes, tapping his cane against the plank with a squeal of feedback.

Lucifer finishes cutting the planks and coughs, wringing out his hands. “It’s manual labor, Alastor. I doubt you’d understand how to even do it.”

“Ooooh I see.” Alastor leans dolefully on his cane, “bonding with our dear Charlie with handmade projects?”

Lucifer sniffles, scrubbing his face with his whole fist. “Mh-hyep.”

The smugness surges by 60%. “Ohh, are we having trouble??” 

“No! Of hh-c-course n--” Lucifer’s voice starts to pitch higher and higher, “Hig’Sshieu!” 

Alastor lets out a keening laugh.

“Fuck off, Alastor, before I make you,” Lucifer growls.

Alastor tuts at him. “No need to be cranky, your highness.”  He pulls out a red and black handkerchief, but Lucifer waves it off with a cool huff. 

“I don’t need your hanky panky.”

A whistle of radio silence whines in their ears. Lucifer cocks a black eyebrow.

“What? What’d I say?” 

Alastor sighs and tucks the cloth back into his suit pocket. “Not that you’d use it without a nose, anyway.”

“Hey!” Lucifer snaps, fangs glinting. “It’s complicated!” 

“Far be it from me to inquire how your…extremities manifest.”

“You--snf--you--hieh!” 

Alastor cups a hand over his ear, patiently waiting for the rest of the sentence, nothing but sass in his daggerlike smirk. 

“I-I’m gonna--hhg’HGx’SHIeu!” This time, several puffs of flame escape from between his fangs, and Charlie finally realizes something is going on with her dad. 

She hurries over after setting down what she was working on. “Dad, what’s wrong?”

Lucifer palms the spreading flush on his cheek and gives an unconvincing bray of a laugh, “Noh-huh-thing! Nothing at all! Perfectly fine!”

Alastor hums, lifting one of the smaller slabs of wood, his stance casually askew. “Of course he is, Charlie!” he saunters toward Lucifer, ever the helpful little elf. “He was just about to get started on--oh, my, let me just…” the Radio Demon scrapes his hand across the wood, brushing the powder from the last sawing off of it and directly into Lucifer’s fucking face. “There we are! Oh dear…” Alastor feigns concern as small spirals of smoke begin to coil out of Lucifer’s snarled lips. 

That fuck! He did that on phhh-pur-hhh!

His face scrunches, fangs peeking, rimmed by an orange glow as he lets out high pitched whines, “Ieh hiiih! HIP’CHSS’IEψ!” flames mist like aerosol, catching the flakes of wood shavings and motes of dust in its heat, cooking them into flakes of gray ash. The hellfire rejoices but the King sighs. 

He wipes away fresh tears and lets a vague chuckle out. “Ah, Charlie, sweetie, perhaps we could speed up the process? I could just, ah,” he angles his elbows and dances his arms, “Zap a bap!” he does a little finger gun shot. “Yeah?”

“Ah, poor, Charlie,” Alastor clucks his tongue, fingers drumming across her shoulder, “I know how excited you were to do this by hand with your father--what was it you said? A bonding moment?” his voice is anything but altruistic. “But if he can’t handle it, I suppose it would be best to do things the easy way…” his teeth clack caustically.

Lucifer seethes. his teeth warping and curling. “I’m fine,” he decides, fighting back a throatful of air. 

“A-are you sure, dad?”

Lucifer flaps his hand dramatically. “Absotively! Don’t w-Huh! Worry!” 

Charlie doesn’t look one hundred percent convinced but if he says he’s fine, and wants to continue, then they’ll continue. She gives him two more boards to cut and hurries off to work on another section. 

Lucifer turns back to the unfinished planks, his shoulders simmering with translucent fog. Alastor continues to observe in silent amusement.

“Are you going to help at all?” 

“Maybe.”

Rrgh. Lucifer throws himself to a standing position, muttering under his breath. I swear to me, if Charlie didn't like that guy I would…

Well, there’s a lot he would do. Especially if he were…”Hiiet--” 

Fuck me to here!

 He needs to get a handle on the fucking fire. “Hgk…” Lucifer gulps the throatful of heat, his body taut with a shiver. His fingers squeeze the plank he’s holding and… ”Hi-ih-IEH⛧GHSHHIEUψu!” 

Instead of flames, five feathers pop out and flit around the short King, catching the breeze and running off into the wind. A couple of them float near Alastor who looks irritated at them, waving them away with a chop of his hand and a staticky, “How very uncouth…”

Lucifer’s pride flares and his grin grows wicked.

“Weelllll,” he unfurls his six wings, exaggerating them with a flex. “I better get this installed up there.” 

Lucifer quakes his wings and smacks them down, clouding the ground below his knees with dust and shavings. He shoots into the air, spinning away from the source of his allergens as he rubs at his teary eyes and flushed cheeks. 

Fuck Alastor, that prick. He deserves a bit of karma. Would Lucifer really be at fault if he were flying and he just happened to lose a few feathers? If they just by chance were to fall into that jackass’s face??

As Lucifer flies, a few feathers wilt from his wings--by accident of course! And, as predicted by divine oracle, they just happen to float down near the red haired Radio Demon, currently distracted while helping Charlie with something frivolous, Lucifer is certain. 

The feather drifts…soft downy catching the dying light in a soft pink glow. Slow, deliberate. It coils, totally by accident of course, right down beside the Radio Demon, and nudges the left side of his nostril. He blinks, now distracted from his work. His crimson eyes flit up but another brush of the cottony down makes his lids ripple shut.

“Hh-hh!” 

His shoulders spike and he thrusts a hand up to shoo away the feather, “Ss٨ﮩﮩZH! Hgk٨ـﮩﮩ” 

“Alastor!” Charlie spins in surprise when his mic clatters to the ground. 

He gives a feeble attempt to wave her away but she puts an arm around him comfortingly. 

“Are you alright? Maybe you should sit down. You just recovered after all--” 

Lucifer watches with an indignant pout as his daughter comforts the wrong person. He doesn’t miss the not-so-subtle flash of Alastor’s smug grin as he allows Charlie to lead him away, leaving Lucifer to finish the rest of the work by himself.

God fucking dammit.

#I haven't done sawdust allergies like EVER #and it's been on my mind since hubby did some manual LABOR AHAHA #so yeah i had to do this #next fic will likely be my ocs because i'm very nearly done with that LSSR fic #but for my haz/bin fam thank yall for pushing me to finish this!! #what a ride!! #snz #snz fic #zen fanfic #haz/bin #luc/ifer #al/astor #allergies #sawdust allergies #snzfic #zenfic

[suddencolds]

📝... sneak peek of a recent draft

#yvverse #delete later #i know i promised the allergy fic and this is not that #please forgive me 🙇‍♀️ i tried writing it for like a week straight but to no avail #to anyone who thinks i have been too nice to vincent thus far #i am happy to say not anymore :)

[empresskaze]

Sicktember Day 9 and 10: Home remedy & Excessive use of tissues handkerchiefs/blow your nose.

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Spring was in the air. Gabriel Lane Herondale despised it.

Looking at the plethora of sodden handkerchiefs littering the few feet which encircled him, Gabriel groaned while clutching one of the last ones he had.

Sniffling, which did little aside from tickle his throat incessantly, he rubbed at his poor redden nose again wishing that his allergy medication actually brought relief.

Even the most intense rubbing did nothing to quell the persistent itch plaguing him since the weather turned warmer.

Gabriel’s raspy breath hitched hard twice before another false start gave way to more rubbing and blowing.

"I'll need...to do laundry soon." He muttered to himself, swallowing thickly. "Near...ly..." His thought broken as the looming sneeze finally broke through sending his nose back with the folds of his handkerchief. His eyes tightly closed as three more followed all in rapid succession.

His breath squeaked with every muffled sneeze, the soft fabric of the handkerchiefs no longer bringing any sort of comfort to the raw edges.

"Oh dear." He sighed, shoulders sagging from what felt like a weight of pollen crushing him. Why couldn’t he simply enjoy spring time like so many others? What he wouldn’t give for strolls with his dearest down by the river or a simple walk to the farmers market. Gabriel had always wanted to buy his Liam flowers, sadly even with medicine, it would be too much of a gamble.

When the itchy congested fit finally passed, Gabriel managed to get himself up, walking into his kitchen looking for a clean bowl to heat up some of the homemade chicken soup left over from when Liam had visited last weekend.

Even if he wasn't a cold fighting a cold, the warm soup made him feel better as he sat amongst his cluttered kitchen table. Gabriel blew his nose several times as he ate as the soup made his poor nose drip even more making the need for clean handkerchiefs even more prevalent.

After rinsing his bowl, Gabriel gathered his cloths and headed down to the laundry.

#sicktember #sicktember day 9 #sicktember day 10 #sicktember 2022 #kaze writes: gabriel #kaze writes: drabbles #allergy fic #sneeze fic #snez fic

[doeinstinct]

haven't been able to stop thinking about chef madara and chronic allergy denier tobirama since i read this fic so i had to sketch them

thank you @wisiaden for the brainrot

#is he flushed from embarrassment or allergies? the world may never know #tobirama senju #madara uchiha #madatobi #mdtb #fic art #fic rec #my art #doeinstinct #so glad tobirama got his little deaths