#sneeze drabble

[koreofitall]

Okay! so I saw this art of Kaveh and Al Haitham on twitter and IMMEDIATELY wanted to write something for it. My brain instantly saw the potential to include snz, so I did lol. These 2 will have a forever grip on my heart istg 💚

Al Haitham and Kaveh are sat together on the couch. Haitham is sitting upright, Kaveh is laying against the arm of the couch, legs draped over Haitham's. They're conversing, but Kaveh is doing all of the talking, and using sign language nonetheless. Haitham had a rather overstimulating day at work and needed to come home and recuperate, headphones off and all. Kaveh goes in and out of vocalizing some words because he just can't help it, but most of the conversation is done in complete silence. He starts by explaining how he dropped his pita pocket on his way to a consultation this morning, and then how one of his clients was completely delusional for wanting to build their house right in the middle of the desert.

'Oh my god, he never shuts up,' Haitham thinks to himself, but with the sweetest smile on his face. Kaveh learned sign for him, and even knows immediately when it needs to be used. No questions asked, just the most willing and effortless accommodation for his love.

Kaveh, still signing, is going on and on and on and on about other various little troubles he encountered throughout the day, when he suddenly pauses. His hands stop moving and actually hover closer to his face. Haitham notices, but just keeps caressing his legs as he's been, waiting for Kaveh to continue but aware of what's about to happen.

"Hhi-!tzshu!-IShu! HHha-! HI'NGXT-shiew!"

He let's out 3 small(ish) and clearly subdued sneezes, throwing them into his elbow and away from Haitham.

"Snf! Guh, sorry," he semi-whispers.

"Bless you," Haitham signs and speaks, then goes back to just signing.

Why did you hold those back? It sounded like it hurt.

You've had a rough day, I don't want my sneezes to add to that.

His normal sneezes are ridiculously loud and Haitham can't deny that. He smiles to himself, Kaveh noticing.

What? Kaveh signs.

"You're so good," Haitham says, very matter of fact. "To me, to those around you. Very accommodating and attentive."

Kaveh pauses, not expecting to have heard that from Haitham. It sounds too good to be true.

Well, I try to be. Kaveh signs with a rather proud look on his face, soaking up this rare praise.

"But don't do that again. Not only is it bad for you, but holding back and stifling make your sneezes specifically ten times worse. I'd rather you blow my eardrums out now than over the course of the entire evening."

Kaveh, who is now visibly fuming, angrily signs and speaks.

"You! Just when I thought I'd finally received genuine praise for being so mindful of you, you pull this! Everytime!"

"That was genuine praise. You can't deny what stifling does to you, though. Any second now and-"

"HA'GTZSH-UH!"

. . .

"Don't-"

My point exactly.

"HAITHAM!"

Haitham then takes Kaveh's left hand, brings it to his face and kisses it, making him blush and shutting him up immediately.

"Thank you, Kaveh."

[sneezyonmain]

yall ever just think about a buff man pinning you to a wall to dom you, whispering in your ear, trying to tease you, but his voice breaks off, almost congested, deeper in pitch than normal, "h-hold on, i-i-- ha-have t-- hh-- to--"

He pitches forward, buries a stifle into your neck, spray on your heated skin. He sniffles, you can hear and feel it, and tries to continue. You know it's not the first sneeze of the night.

[py-dreamer]

How some of our favourite legos sneeze ig

Weird thought but have you every thought of how certain characters sneeze?

Firstly because of Wukong's association with clouds (some people draw him with fluffy hair)

So like what if he sneezes out little clouds?

Also like he does like a thing where he kinda shoots out like little glowing particles? Like a volcano shooting rocks in it's eruption (since Wukong'sca stone monkey) but with light instead?

Xiaotian is very similar cause the have the same powers but the glow particles are more clouds than rocks.

I've also seen the idea of baby mk turning into bebe monke when he sneezes so I've decided to thrown that in.

Similarly, Xiaojiao is a dragon and Ao guang has the horns & scales & stuff so she should be capable of that too so I applied the same logic to her as I did Xiaotian.

She doesn't sneeze out clouds but does poof into her semi-dragon form.

And instead of clouds we get...FIYAHHHHHHHH

(This girl is on FIREEEEEEEEEEEE)

I know eastern dragons spit water but Mei had the samahdi fire and made it green

I low-key made Mei look a bit like the Warden from minecraft XD cause the gradient on her horns.

Also gave a go at drawing mechanic wukong, I saw a piece where he had a ponytail and wanted to give it a shot...Needless to say it took some finessing

(Kinda looks like he's blowing out clouds though)

I might do Red Son, Mac and Nezha later

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[bigsnzstanacct]

First line prompt: The longer it took for him to sneeze, the bigger they got - and this one had been stuck for nearly an hour.

lol well okay it’s supposed to be a line of *dialogue* cause I find it way easier to write dialogue for some reason but giving it a shot…

“So, like, are you gonna like… blow up?”

“Hehhhh…hiiieeeehhhHHH… huhHHHHHH… hhUUUHH! hhUUHHH! HUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHH—! Fuck!”

“‘Cause yeah it looks like you’re gonna blow up.”

“It’s not funny Chuck! You duhhh… douuuhh… you d-don’t understand, they just… kehhhh… keep getting b-bihhhh… bigger… ohhh god it itches this is gonna be a fucking monster when it comes out…”

“Yeah yeah I know, big buildup big sneeze, I know how your whole deal works that’s why I sped through the city to the middle of nowhere when you realized it was stuck…”

“Y-yeah but… if I don’t sn-snuhhh… huhhhhh… if I d-don’t sneeze soon I… I hhuuuHHHHH… I hhuUHHHHHHHHHHHHH… HHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH… oh my god I just wanna sneeeeeeeeeeeze come on stupid nose! If I don’t sneeze soon this *isn’t* gonna be far enough. I know. We maybe have a mile or two of c-coverage here and this one… this already feels too big f-for that… I gotta get it o-out and I gotta h-hold it back cause… I mean… this one could… go… f-fuhhhh… for… oh geez… I think it’s… I… you’d b-better get bahhh… get baaaaaaAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH…. GET BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…!!”

[aller-geez]

Remi has been waiting weeeeeks for his new Guardin hoodie that he preordered to come in the mail. This morning though, he found the box stuffed full of merch he bought online sitting neatly on their front porch. He scrambled to get the hoodie out of the packaging and shortly, he had the clothing pulled over his head and his arms were the last to slide through. Once on, he tugged down the sides of the hoodie and adjusted it to his liking, only able to see himself partially when looking down and at an awkward angle.

Remi huffed, racing into another bedroom where he knew there was a full length mirror he could use..

But he didn’t think about the fact that the spare room was hit with direct sun around that time of day, and the sun rays would easily pour through the huge windows and sliding glass door..

Just as the wolf turned the door handle to the bedroom and practically ran into the room with excitement, the sunlight that illuminated the small room bore deep into his optic nerves. Suddenly the world went dark, and the normally intense radioactive green color of his irises was now a cloudy, mottled whiteish green.

“F-fuck..” Remi spat before throwing both hands over his nose and mouth, a rather large tickle quickly barreling down to the tip of his nose.

“Hhh’ISCHHIH! Hh’IISCHH! HH’IETSH’UE!!” Remi sneezed in rapid succession into his open palms, ducking back out of the bedroom quickly until his vision had completely returned.

“Damn photic sneezes..” Remi growled in a low rumble, scrubbing at his nose with his index knuckle.

[snzyspencer]

Thinking about doing something for kinktober but for the snz community. I know we have sicktember but I’m thinking of doing something that’s more directly kink based… thoughts welcomed

[cod-dump]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8dykxtN/

Ghost being annoying

He gave him chance after chance to change, to be better. And each time Ghost would toss those chances aside and just continue down the path of destruction. He couldn't do it anymore, he really couldn't. He put so much energy, time, and devotion into helping Ghost and the man refused to make any progress. It hurt so much to watch him throw everything away. So... Price stopped trying.

[septic-dr-schneep]

@whumpril Day 8: Bloodshot

“Hh—” Marvin tensed, screwing his eyes shut as his nostrils prickled in warning. “Hh-khgh!” The force of the sneeze sent dull, clogged pangs of pain through his skull and made his vision swim as he groped around his desk for the box of tissues.

“And you’re sure this is no cold? No contagions to spread across the seats at your show?” Schneep asked as he pushed the box closer. “Not that in your condition the show should go on anyway.”

“It’s allergies,” Marvin insisted, scrubbing the tissue against wet, itchy eyelids before squinting up at the rather blurry impression of the doctor. “Just…bad ones.”

“Mm, I can see that. Can you see that? Can you even see me straight or is this another case of the septic eyes?” When Marvin grumbled unintelligibly and started dabbing at his lashes again, Schneep could only sigh. “Let me get the eye dropper.”

[secretobsessionstuff]

A Fantasy Drabble?

A sickfic Fantasy Drabble!

(Sorry not a continuation of the last one)

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King Jareth summoned the physician to his daughter’s chambers as soon as he heard the girl cough. It was early morning, and young princess Tilly was just beginning to wake from her rough night of sleep. 

Jareth sat the girl on his lap and listened to her breathe as if he had a clue what he was doing. Her lungs did not rattle, nor did she wheeze. His worries ebbed, but he was pleased when the physician entered the room all the same. 

Doctor Ashben came prepared with his bulky bag that he seemed to struggle to carry in that morning. He lugged his powders and salves in vials along with bandages and tea. He set his bag down on the floor by the bed, using the sound of its clunking to mask his own cough. 

“Thank you for coming so quickly, Ash,” King Jareth said, giving his old friend a warm smile. Ashben had been the old physician’s apprentice when Jareth was still the prince. He and the doctor grew into their respective positions alongside each other. Although for the life of him, the King couldn’t remember if the doctor always had such a red nose or glassy eyes. 

“It’s no problem, my king.” Ashben said, sounding as if he had woken up minutes ago. The fatigue gave his voice a gravelly quality. He cleared his throat and clapped his hands excitedly as he turned towards the princess. “Now, miss Tilly. I hear you have a cough.” 

Tilly nodded shyly as she curled into her father’s side. 

Jareth chuckled. “Don’t be shy, dear. Cough for the doctor.”

The princess did as she was told. She listened to the doctor, coughed when necessary, breathed in and out—all the while, Ashben tried to keep himself from sneezing on the royal child. He rummaged in his bag, feeling as if his head might explode from the pressure. Finally, he emerged with a leather pouch. 

“Did the castle catch a cold, Ashben?” Jareth asked as he eyed the doctor. “It must be going around.” 

“It’s that time of year, I’m afraid.” Ashben did another inspection on the girl, looking over her eyes and nose. When finished, he handed the king the pouch. “These are herbal sweets, Jareth. It’s hardened honey and thyme. Have Princess Tilly suck on one when the coughing fits come on. That should sooth her throat.” 

“Thank you. I shall inform her nurse.” 

The King dismissed his daughter. She ran away happily as children often did even when they had the sniffles. Tilly would not be brought down by a cold. The same could not be said for the physician.

Jareth caught Ashben by the arm when the doctor rose on wabbly legs. “I’ve got you.” He grabbed the medical bag and slung it over his own shoulder. “Come, I’ll escort you back to your quarters. You should have sent that young lad in your place, Ash.” 

“Peter is not a morning person,” Ashben mumbled. “And I’m perfectly capable of doing my—” A tickle irritated his throat, causing him to hunch over with a coughing fit. He hacked and hacked until his eyes grew bloodshot and his vision went blurry. He moaned and said, “Fuck me, Jareth.” 

“I’ve already done that. Now, take one of these damn candies that you prescribed to my daughter.” 

They arrived at the staff’s quarters just as the lozenge melted away on Ashben’s tongue. He tried to give the king an appreciative nod, but he could barely see through the haze that clouded his vision. He leaned heavily into the arms that kept him upright. 

“Get some rest,” The King said. “I’ll make sure nobody sends for you.” 

“M’ sorry…couldn’t be of more help.” 

“Hush.” Jareth opened the door for his friend. “And don’t let me catch you in the halls until you’re well again.” 

[sneezyonmain]

Today on this wonderful June day I am thinking about a dark-haired, toned man in his early to mid-20s, who is a chronic workaholic. He's got some standard corporate job and wears suits that don't do justice to the body underneath, save for when he rolls up his sleeves to reveal his sculpted arms.

I am thinking about such a man catching an unfortunate cold, but simply shoving a pack of tissues into the pocket of his suit, taking a double dose of Dayquil, and forcing himself to go to work anyway. He's not the type to miss a day of work, nor is he the type to appear weak, even though his face is pale, his cheeks are flushed, and his nose is an angry pink.

I am thinking about him throughout the course of the day, insisting he's fine. He's sniffling his way through meetings, suppressing weak coughs, and not so discreetly blowing his nose when he thinks no one is looking.

I am thinking about him unfortunately discovering that this is a particularly itchy cold, as the medicine slowly wears off. He's holding his breath as he goes through the halls, only to swiftly shut the door to hide his dripping, red nose and the bags under his eyes. He spends hours straining to focus on his work, but he has to pause so frequently to scrub at his nose with a finger, trying to suppress the tickle that won't subside. His trash bin soon overflows with tissues.

I am thinking about how the day nears its end, he begins to think he may have gotten away with his little ruse. There's just over an hour until he can go home and rest, only a short while that he must continue to pretend to be well.

I am thinking about his rival and co-worker, perhaps an occasional lover, who is equally ambitious and eager to tease him. I am thinking that they have certainly noticed his not-so-subtle sniffling, and heard the stifles even through the walls of his office. I am thinking they find him, either out of a desire to gently bully him or maybe pity. They walk to his desk with a knowing look, eyeing his muscular arms past his rolled-up sleeves as he shoves more tissues in the bin, and they remark on his strange behavior.

"I'm fine," He insists, and he intends to continue. His rival intends to interrupt, to tease him about his sniffles and his tired expression, but they don't get a chance.

I am thinking about the way his breath hitches, and his rival's expression shifts. I'm thinking about the way his arms and shoulders flex, his nostrils flaring. The first word of his next sentence gives way to a buildup, and he realizes with annoyance that oh shit, they're wearing that damned perfume, the one that always makes his sinuses itch and burn. He's so tired at that point and so caught off guard by the irritant that he can't even bother to get a tissue, his whole torso is tense and his lungs shakily fill with air. He lets out his first unstifled sneeze of the day, and is causes his body to lurch forward with a force that startles even him.

His rival is left standing, lightly sprayed and surprised, and all he can let out is an exhausted "--guhh". He wipes his nose with his wrist and makes eye contact with them. All they can think of is that he really needs a nap, preferably in their bed.

[lostsneeze]

A legendary monster hunter would spare the lives of his targets under one condition: that they make an infernal pact to faithfully serve his bloodline for as long as it lasts. That hunter has long passed, and now as the last living long-distant heir, you have inherited that bloodline's vast mansion, and command of its monstrous servants.

VAMPIRE

Vibes: Aristocratic, Old-fashioned, Self-conscious

Duty: Chef

Nose: Long and aquiline

Quirk: Loves taste and smell of garlic, despite being allergic

Triggers: Magic fumes

DEMON

Vibes: Playfully flirty, Mean, Self-absorbed

Duty: Stylist

Nose: [Redacted] COMPLETELY AVERAGE

Quirk: Wears cologne/perfume/shampoo/etc so heavily the scent lingers in any room entered

Triggers: Most herbs (but especially rosemary)

WEREWOLF

Vibes: Sporty, Chill, Eager to please

Duty: Fixer

Nose: Big and round

Quirk: Loves breaking things when in wolf form

Triggers: Strong smells (especially floral)

PHANTOM

Vibes: Air-headed, Chatty, Easily distracted

Duty: Maid

Nose: Button, slightly upturned

Quirk: Can interact physically with world while incorporeal, but only with the strength of a child

Triggers: Animal fur (while manifesting corporeal form only)

ZOMBIE

Vibes: Gothic, Delicate, Overly formal

Duty: Gardener

Nose: Stubby, with wide nostrils

Quirk: Puts more energy into relationships with plants than with people

Triggers: Dust

HAG

Vibes: Thorny, Glamourous, Will overshare at slightest opportunity

Duty: Secretary

Nose: Hooked

Quirk: Regularly uses magic to keep appearance young

Triggers: Pollen

[sneezygiant]

Just a little drabble I made featuring my new OC boo.

Testing the waters with him and such

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You groan and tilt your head off to the side just a bit, scrunching up your nose. Something was on it, making it tickle, and that was disturbing your sleep. You reached up your hand to brush the thing off your nose, just to be met with a disgruntled squeak.

 “Hey! Don't do that! I don't wanna be knocked off!” A familiarly annoying voice squawked at you.

  “What are you doing boo?” You grumbled, giving a wide yawn as you cracked your eyes open to see the little four armed mouse. Currently at his one inch tall height.

“I'm cold.” Boo whined out his answer, crossing his lower arms as he pouted at you. You felt a shiver run down your spin, as you knew where Boo’s favorite spot to keep warm was.

  “Uh, well, you're free to share the blanket with… hey!” You couldn't help but yelp halfway through your offer, rocketing into a sitting position and scrunching up your nose as you tried your damnedest to resist snorting.

  While you had been extending your offer, boo had shrunk down to his smaller, 1 centimeter size, and quickly slipped himself into your right nostrils. Using all four of his arms and tail to do so.

 You bring up the back of your hand to scrub at your nose, the tickle was maddening. He was not being careful about his movements like he should have been.

  “Boo! G-g*hiiiiii*et out! Y-you’re gonna ruin my sleep!” You whimper, feeling your nose twitch and your nostrils flare.

  “It'll be ok! It's fine! Imma gonna lay down, and it’ll be fine, like a snuggle!” You hear boo chirp happily as he finally settled down. Most likely curling himself around one of your nasal hairs.

  “Th-th…hiiih! This is n-nuuh…huuuh! Nothing like a snuggle, y-yuh…little gremlin!” You chidded, eyes squeezing closed and chin tilting into the air. 

  “You'regonnnamakemesneeze!” You huffed airily, lips parting so you could take in more air.

  You could boo flick the feathered bit on the tip of his tail playfully against your nasal wall, promoting you to start hitching heavily.

 “Hiiih…huh! huUH’DSHHO!” you rock forward, quickly cupping your hands over your nose and mouth, instinctively sniffling afterwards.  You barely had your eyes open, before you gave a second sneeze. “Hih’Dshiew!’uhhh…” the second sneeze had been lazier, as you were still very tired. 

 You snuffle again, peeking your eyes open to look into your cupped hand. Pouting when you didn't see your little pest in them. It tracks, as you still had a tingling tickle in your nose. It just wasn't enough to prompt another sneeze. 

 “You're the absolute worst.” You complained, laying back down, giving your nose a harsh rub with your finger. There was no use protesting too much. Boo was already in there now, and he wouldn't come out until he felt like it. You close your eyes, trying to fall asleep. Even with a bit of an itch in your nose.

[bigsnzstanacct]

My entry for "first line paragraph of dialogue" prompt:

"Uh? Why are you still holding back your sneeze? This building has been thoroughly reinforced to survive even the fiercest hurricane, you know?

I've seen how big your sneezes can get, they were huge! And that's even before you started diving as a hobby in college, but... They can't possibly have grown this much bigger in just 4 years, right?"

“Ummmmmmmmmm…” she literally twirled a strand of her blond hair. Surely she was doing this on purpose?

“Cmon. Come on. You’re just… cause I told you about my… like it can’t really…”

“I just, like, don’t want to chance it!”

“Chance what, Heather, like I said the way this building is reinforced…”

“Yeah, to the S5 standard, 2024 update, rated and tested for 99% of blah blah blah and five tons of atmospheric whatever whatever, all I know is, I’ve blasted through everything else, so why wouldn’t I blast through… thihhhhh… hihhhHHHH… HIIT-SSSSSSSSSSSSSCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWwwwwwwwwwwwiiiieeeEEEE!”

God, when she held back the sneezes were just so *long* and *wet*! The wall was absolutely soaked, a puddle of moisture forming at its base.

“Brad can we just leave soon? It’s a pain in my ass keeping them so small and cute and I just want to sneeze hard enough to st… stop… ugh my nose is killing me today…”

“Just sneeze here! It’s fine! I literally got this place…” I clamped a hand over my mouth, my traitorous mouth getting ahead of itself.

“Wait… wait… did you… Braaaaaaadley that’s so precious! You knew I was moving back to town so you tried to get a place that could handle my sneezes! You big dumb sweetheart, *nowhere* can handle my sneezes! Seriously, my last test—you know they make us do annual tests or whatever once you’re in a certain category blah blah blah—anyway my last test they said basically I have to have a custom place if I’m gonna be sure it’ll, you know… make it if I have a big one. Or a regular one really. But that was so sweet of you to try!”

“H-Heather you can’t… you can’t say shit like that to me…”

She looked down, pointedly, and then back up. “Hm! Looks like now we b-both have… both have a pr-problem we have to hohhh… to hooooHhhhHHHHHHHH… to… hhhhUUUHHHH… HAHHHH! HHAAAAHHHHH! HHHHAADDTT—! HHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWwwwwwssssssSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Whew! H-hold back.”

[nametakensff]

Hey I know you are a huge stranger things fan (me too 👀) I think your writing is incredible and LOVE your Steddie fics.

I hope this isn’t rude to ask but would you be able to write a small Hopper sneeze Drabble? So far nobody has done one for him and I’m so intrigued as to what most people think his sneeze would sound like! Bonus points if it’s infront of Joyce 🤪

Thankyou and feel free to just ignore if you don’t fancy doing it. You are a great writer ♥️

XOXO

Heyy anon, I'm glad you like my s/teddie stuff! 🥰✨️ and thank you for your compliments on my writing 😭💕 they are much appreciated!

I can absolutely try my hand at writing some H/opper stuff! He's not my go-to obviously but I love a prompt and a challenge and this could be really fun!

Right now though I have...a pretty substantial backlog of fics I would like to write and am pretty busy, but I can definitely add it to said list haha

[aller-geez]

Remi is a nap-in-the-afternoon kind of guy, so no one thought anything about it when he stumbled into the bedroom to take a 2 o’clock nap, hoping to ease his slightly sore throat….

But when he wakes up at 10 pm with what feels like a throat full of glass, a sinus cavity completely full of congestion that has been dripping from his once leaky nose while he slept, a migraine that forces him to squint as he looks around the dark bedroom in confusion, and a fever that could nearly melt through the fabric of the bed, Remi isn’t too thrilled.

He looks over at the bedside table, and there’s a glass of water, a few different medicines that Remi frequently took whenever he came down with something, and a note with Levi’s handwriting scrawled across the paper in his characteristically bubbly font.

The note read, “Good morning! 🖤 I heard you snoring while you were sleeping, and i know you only snore if you’re getting sick again so I figured I’d save you the trouble and set these out for you when you wake up 💖 Come downstairs if you’re feeling up to it, we’re just watching movies 🖤 I love you and I hope you’re feeling okay! — Levi”

Remi sighs, slumping back into the soggy blankets around him.

He loved his mate and the life they had built together. But everything else? He would never admit it to his sister, Levi, or even himself for that matter, but sometimes Remi wished his life panned out differently..

[wolfie-queen-bri]

A Bad Day Interrupted

A bad day, just like so many others lately. No matter how you tried, moments of actual contentment and joy never seemed to last quite long enough to be a mental break from everything. You have been severely depressed for little over a month, but it seems like you finally ran out of tears. Good, you hated making people worry about you.

Looking at the time on your phone, you are disappointed it isn't time to go home. Work isn't bad; the work is easily completed in time and you work with the nicest people you know. However, it is exhausting to consciously keep up the charade of being happy.

You are concerned for yourself. Nothing had happened, you just awoke one day and just been depressed since. On top of that, you are also anxious and self-abusing. Not physically, though the gnawing in your stomach reminds you that you are not eating as much as you probably should.

A lot of the abuse is mental; the thoughts in your head ripping you down to the lowest level of self-deprecation you have ever been. Words are weapons and they are inflicting so much pain.

You look at your phone as it buzzes. A message from your boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife/whomever. Upon opening, it is a small video clip of a panda cub sitting on a rock. It sneezes so hard it topples over and you can't help but chuckle, smiling a genuine smile for the first time all day.

They knew you were going through personal issues and were helping you look for a good therapist. Everday, they would find ways to show thier love in addition to texts and saying so. You feel guilty but accepted the extra affection, reciprocating the affection as best as you could.

One day at a time, with the love of your life making sure you make it through.

Because you would and have done the same for them.