#sneezefic

[sunshinesickies]

Feveruary Day 5— “Could you just hold me?”— Jinx x Reader

Based on a request. My first time writing Jinx! I low-key ran out of motivation today and it’s not proof read, but I hope it’s okay, I just wanna do my baby justice

It started about a week ago, your suspicions that your girlfriend was coming down with a cold. At first it was just a few small comments here and there about small headaches or being achy, but nothing even close to outright admitting she might be getting sick.

Back when you’d first started dating, and even before that when you were friends, there had been a few times when you had brought up your concerns about whatever bugs she’d managed to catch at the time, but you’d learned your lesson quickly that being taken care of like that was no where near her comfort zone.

By now, Jinx had become more used to vocalizing her needs and quite often complains about her gadgets and whatnot, but what she still isn’t used to, is vulnerability. Especially when it comes to sickness. She has no problems taking care of you when you’re feeling under the weather, but she herself doesn’t get sick often, and if she does, she rarely lets you know.

So you treaded carefully. But that was a while ago, and you and Jinx have come really far in your relationship and how you go about being with each other. Still, this whole week you’ve been tentative, unsure of how to approach the subject that your girlfriend was very clearly sick and should definitely be resting, not pulling all-nighters to work on her projects.

A few days ago you’d decided that for now, you weren’t going to mention her growing cold unless it got drastically worse, and that for now, you’d just make sure to do little things to make her life easier. Things like reminding her to eat since she often skips meals when’s she’s deep in her work, or bringing her a fresh glass of water, claiming you ‘just want her to stay hydrated’, and buying boxes of tissues and leaving them inconspicuously where you know she’ll find them if she needs them.

Your hope was that eventually, she’d give in and come to you about her illness. But now, almost a week later, you’d begun to believe it just wasn’t something she was comfortable with. You hope that one day she’ll invite you in completely, though you know it will take time, and you’re okay with that. Because there’s no one else you’d rather be with, no one else you rather be there for, and you know she loves you. So you’ll be patient, because you love her too.

Your attention is pulled away from your thoughts when you distantly hear a harsh sneeze followed by a muttered ‘bless me’ coming from Jinx’s workshop. You roll your eyes slightly with a small chuckle. You’d lost track of how many times that had happened even just today, though you took note that Jinx blessed herself out loud every single time without fail. It made you smile each time you learned a new little quirk of your girlfriend’s. A moment later you hear the muffled sounds of her blowing her nose, which you really hope she’s doing so in some of the tissues you’d strategically placed earlier.

You return to your own activity, doing your best to focus and distract yourself from the desire to just storm into the workshop, scoop up your stubborn girlfriend, wrap her in a blanket like a burrito and hold her until she’s better. She’ll come to you when she’s ready. You remind yourself gently.

A few hours later and you’ve finished your work and are now cozied up on Jinx’s old battered couch with a soft blanket, reading a book. A sudden BOOM makes your head jerk up from the pages, your senses immediately going on high alter.

Random explosions and sudden loud noises are something you’ve grown used to, you are dating Jinx after all, but something about this one felt off to you. Not to mention it was quickly followed by a string of unhinged cursing. Another explosive sound echos from the other room and you’re quickly on your feet, jumping up and sprinting to the source.

You burst into the workshop to find Jinx in the middle of what seems to be an emotional meltdown—most likely caused by her sickness, you guess. Once you see she’s not in any active danger, you wait a moment to see if she’ll calm down. She’s swearing up a storm, pacing in front of her workbench and grumbling angrily towards herself and at whatever she’s holding in her hands.

You decide to make yourself known when she slumps down on her stool, tossing her gadget across the workbench with an exasperated huff. “Jinx? Babe you alright, I heard some booms.” You try to speak as softly as possible as to not to startle her. She turns quickly to watch as you further enter the room, her hands pulling at her long braids which are messy and becoming undone.

“oh, hey toots. Everything’s just peachy.” She drawls sarcastically. “And haven’t you ever heard an explosion before? I mean have ya met me?” She tries to deflect but you give her a pointed look. “Jinx.” Is all you have to say and right then, you can see her resolve leaving as her shoulder sag even more and she gazes towards the ground.

“Jus’ a little mishap…” She gestures vaguely in the direction her invention rolled off to. “…can’t get the stupid thing to work, maybe I need to sleep on it.” She mutters, obviously annoyed at herself. You calmly close the distance between you, but leave enough space so she doesn’t feel crowded by your presence.

“You, admitting you need sleep? Never thought the day would come.” You joke lightly to keep yourself from showing your growing worry. Now that you’re closer, you can see smudges of gunpowder and oil all over her skin and clothes, probably from the explosion. Your heart clenches as the thought of her getting impacted by it, at least she didn’t seem hurt.

But she is without a doubt sick. Her normally pale face is alarmingly ghostly yet her cheeks are flushed a deep pink in contrast, and her forehead is practically dripping with sweat from working herself too hard, and from the fever you know she has.

She smiles slightly at your words but her light chuckle quickly turns into a deep coughing fit that has her doubled over and you rushing to rub her back and hold her steady. “Jinx” You repeat when she’s done and she looks up at you, her amethyst eyes watery and drooping with exhaustion. You cup the side of her face with you hand, frowning deeply at the amount of heat you feel.

“Let’s take a break, hmm? Get ya cleaned up?” You suggest gently and you can see her mind spinning, calculating her next move. With the softness in your tone, and the tenderness of your thumb brushing her cheek, she finally gives in, allowing you to lead her to the bathroom. You sit her down on the closed toilet seat and turn to the sink, wetting a cloth with warm water and a little soap.

Silently, she lets you clean off her face, arms, and neck. You could have had her get in the shower, but that’s a battle for another time, you decided as you watched her eyes flutter between open and closed while you worked. When you’re done, you guide Jinx to your makeshift bed, letting her change out of her dirty clothes while you grab her a glass of water.

When you return, she’s already in bed and you hide your surprise that you didn’t have to convince her further. She watches you with tired eyes as you set the water on the nightstand for later before you sit on the edge of the bed. “Is there anything else I can do to uh…” You don’t exactly know how to phrase it, but she nods as you trail off.

“Could, could you maybe just hold me?” Jinx whispers so low and so shyly you almost don’t hear it, but of course you do, because all your love and attention is on her. You smile softly as you nod and immediately move to get into bed with her. “Of course, babes.” She wastes no time snuggling close to your side, resting her head to your chest with a deep sigh.

You wrap your arms tightly around her, grounding her to the moment, and you feel her body soften as she finally allows herself to start relaxing. You stay like this for so long, and she’s so quiet, that you’re sure she’s asleep when you whisper the question that’s been on your mind all week.

“Why is it so hard for you to let yourself be sick, love?” You murmur, your tone one of pure curiosity, with the intent to understand, not a hint of accusation anywhere. She hears you, a breathes in deeply, shifting slightly in your hold. You’re taken aback when she answers quietly a moment later. “I-I dunno…but I think ‘m working on it.” Her words are soft and honest.

“I know you are. I’m here for you Jinx.” You hum, placing a kiss to her blue hair as you hold her slightly shivering form closer. She settles back down, her eyes still closed, but a few minutes later you feel her chest rise unevenly against you. She attempts to pull away but you hold her gently in place, a silent reassurance that its okay.

“Heh’EsSShhhuh! HhHih—hiHSSchHhihww!!” She releases two strong sneezes against your shirt then gives a harsh sniffle. “ugh bless me” she murmurs as you hum the words at the same time.

You look down at her, amused confusion in your expression. “You do that a lot.” You comment lightly. Your girlfriend looks up at you, her tired eyes imploring you to expand. “You bless yourself every time you sneeze.” You explain your observation.

“Oh yeah, I guess I do. I don’t think I even realize I’m doing it, it’s just a force of habit from back when I was…alone so much.” She trails off quietly, gaze shifting down. You hold her a touch tighter.

“Well…you’re not anymore. And as your girlfriend it’s now my job to say it.” You smile at her with a soft toothy grin. Jinx lets out a rough chuckle. “You’re a dork.” She playfully roles her eyes. “Buuutttt I’m your dork…” you pause a moment when you feel her chest rise slightly against yours again and for a moment time freezes as you marvel at her adorable pre-sneeze face before she’s tucking her pink nose away from your face.

“NuhHnnPptsshhiiww!” She sneezes once more before her nose finally seems to be done. She groans into your chest. “…and bless you.” You hum gently as she sniffles wetly. “Thandks.” Jinx mumbles, voice thick with congestion as she shifts around a little until she’s comfortable again.

“ughhh I feel like absolute crap.” She complains and you have to hold back an eye roll. “I know. But maybe you’ll let me take care of you now? I think you pushed yourself a litte too much this week. You need to rest.” You say, trying your new grounds and she hums in agreement.

“Fineeee. But only ‘cuz I love you. Well, and ‘cuz that stupid gadget refuses to work.” She mumbles, followed by a loud yawn.

You chuckle lightly as your hand moves to start running along her back under her loose shirt. “Thank you baby. Now just sleep, Jinx. I’ll be here.”

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pretty long holdback session -> stifled sneeze -> immediate accidental half stifle -> full let out -> “oh fuck, that feels goo—” -> desperately let out fit

[annie-sniffles]

desc ♡ sum sneezes from my very first winter cold xx

(tried to keep it down but its hard when a virus is teasing your nose. it tickled me until i desperately was sneezing every few minutes. this was all i could catch on camera in the duration of my recovery<3)

requests open!

[snzluckys]

Saw this in a NON snz blog, so I decided to draw my version 🤭

A T/o/Z OtT fanart based in a fic were l/ink catch a cold a navy take him to m/alon to take care of him 💖

[silentsneezes]

the poll i posted asking about j/ayvik sneezing while hiding was almost tied between two options... so I figured why not write both!

here's 2.5k of allergic j/ayce attempting to stifle so he and v/iktor don't get caught. i plan on writing a fic with v/iktor as the sneezer soon!

i wrote the brunt of this at 3 AM so there may be grammatical errors and slight incoherence... but i wanted to post it anyways lol

It doesn’t take a genius to recognize that Jayce and Viktor don’t have much free time. Between their obsessive research in the lab, Jayce’s role as a councilmember, and the current state of Piltover and Zaun, their plates are full. Because of this time-poverty, the newly-realized couple often find themselves making out in empty rooms and halls of the academy. After all, they spend almost all their time in the lab, even developing the habit of sleeping in a small cot in the corner of the room. They don’t have the time for romantic evenings or extravagant dates, but they do have time for a quick fuck in an empty closet.

It doesn’t happen all that often, but after 15 hours straight of intensive research and a few drinks to end the night, Jayce and Viktor find themselves walking the halls yet again. Their pace is slow, melodious with the clicking of Viktor’s cane with every other step. 

It’s a game to them, walking the halls until they find a deserted corridor or a closet where they can fulfill their needs. Sure, Jayce’s apartment would suffice— and it does, more often than not— but it doesn’t offer the same exhilaration that the threat of being caught poses. 

Once the two of them find a secluded enough hall, Viktor places a hand on Jayce’s waist, silently signaling for him to stop. Viktor’s hand traverses his partner’s side attentively, feeling every muscle movement as he pulls Jayce closer. 

“I believe we earned a break… do you not?” Viktor murmurs, his eyes already flicking to Jayce’s lips eagerly. 

Jayce’s tongue slips out to wet his bottom lip, inviting Viktor to initiate a kiss, and he does exactly that. He closes the space between himself and Jayce, tugging Jayce’s collar down with a tight grip. 

Jayce obliges without hesitation, slouching his posture as a large hand finds Viktor’s lower back. He lets Viktor lead the kiss, making sure to slouch enough that Viktor doesn’t have to stand on his tippy toes. 

Before long, the couple finds themselves making out against the nearest wall, both doing their best to keep their breathing quiet. Viktor’s tongue continues to dance along with Jayce’s, occasionally teasing deeper into his mouth. 

Viktor pulls away from the kiss, trying to restrain himself as Jayce becomes more vocal, “keep quiet,” he reminds his partner in soft reprimand. Jayce nods, wiping his mouth against the back of his hand. He freezes as he hears a tiny pitter patter of footsteps coming from down the hall. 

Jayce’s eyes flick down to the slight tent of his pants and he blushes crimson. Noticing Jayce’s dilemma with a smirk of pride, Viktor gestures to the nearest door, “there.” 

Jayce understands, immediately moving to open the door. The latch flicks downwards with a quiet click before swinging open. Luckily, the room is empty. Unluckily, it’s the smallest fucking closet Jayce has ever seen. 

Jayce looks helplessly back at Viktor as the footsteps get closer, and Heimerdinger’s voice suddenly becomes audible, “Ah! I couldn’t agree more, Ms Medarda. I can’t begin to understand the trivials of…” 

Viktor takes Jayce’s wrist, pulling him into the closet and shutting the door as quietly as possible. His body contorts to fit against Jayce’s, his back pressed against some sort of shelf, presumably one stocked with cleaning supplies or old files. 

“By golly, you really believe that could be a possibility?” Heimerdinger's voice sounds from just outside the door, followed by Mel's voice, respectful as ever in the presence of another counselor. 

Jayce shifts, attempting to lace an arm around Viktor’s waist. After a few seconds of uncomfortable maneuvering, Jayce manages to get his hand behind Viktor’s back. Immediately, he can feel Viktor lean back against the touch, bracing some of his weight against his partner. 

Jayce blinks as his eyes begin to adjust to the darkness of the closet, the only light source being the crack between the door and the marble flooring. He looks around— as much as he can— and whispers, “is this some sort of storage closet?” 

Viktor just tuts in response, letting a few seconds of silence pass before he responds, “you’re terrible at whispering,” almost inaudibly. 

Jayce can’t help but grin, giving Viktor’s waist an affectionate squeeze. He waits, listening to Mel and Heimerdinger’s conversation and waiting for their voices to pass by…. except they don’t. They seem to have halted just in front of the door. 

“Perfect,” Viktor mumbles sarcastically, moving his bum leg to the right in an attempt to prop himself up more comfortably. He winces as he accidentally kicks an old box, cringing internally at the audible ‘thud’. He bites his tongue to stop himself from gasping in pain, pins and needles surging from his ankle to his femur.

“I’ve got you,” Jayce murmurs softly, offering Viktor more support and receiving a quiet hiss of discomfort from his partner. He’s about to offer further aid when he feels a prickling sensation bloom in his sinuses. 

It starts small, causing him to sniffle and wrinkle his nose in frustration. Viktor doesn’t notice, still focused on adjusting his position. 

Much to Jayce's displeasure, the itching sensation worsens as they listen to the counselors talk outside. “C-hhhH-ome on, move along,” Jayce whispers, burying his nose in Viktor’s shoulder and praying the counselors continue down the hall. 

Viktor tenses at the touch, swallowing as he feels Jayce’s nose twitch against his collarbone. 

“Don’t you dare,” Viktor mutters quietly, knowing exactly what the appendage’s twitching entails. 

“hhH-heh,” Jayce’s breath hitches and he buries his face further into the folds of Viktor’s shirt. Viktor can feel his abdomen swell with an infectious heat. He raises his right arm, draping it over Jayce’s shoulder and bending it at the elbow so he can tangle his hand in Jayce’s hair. He hears a little gasp of surprise, and quickly forces Jayce’s head further into his collar to muffle the sound. 

His timing couldn’t have been better; the small gasp was enough to turn the teasing itch into an urgent burning in the base of Jayce’s nose. Jayce sucks in a muffled breath before pulling Viktor closer with the arm hooked around his waist. Jayce’s shoulders shudder as he stifles a sneeze into the folds of Viktor’s collar, “hhGSXXht!” 

By Jayce’s standard of stifling, it’s relatively quiet, but it’s still audible despite his best efforts. Viktor bites his lip, having felt every movement Jayce made as he stifled. He swallows a gasp as Jayce’s thigh presses between his legs, threatening to break his thinning composure. 

“Jayce,” Viktor hisses, his arousal starting to make itself evident as his pants tighten. All Viktor receives in response is a stuttered, “hhh-h’EHh-“

Viktor pushes Jayce’s head down again, just in time for Jayce to muffle a poorly stifled, “hhHNGXX’Tshc!”

Viktor silently curses as he hears a lull in the conversation happening in the hall, holding his breath and straining his ears. After a moment, he hears Mel’s voice clearly through the door, “Professor, may I ask your opinion on-“

“hhHh’ih,” Jayce’s voice catches in a barely muffled gasp. His nostrils are flaring with every inhale he takes, his nose beginning to drip onto the collar of Viktor’s favorite work shirt.

“Hold back,” Viktor whispers. It’s an order, obviously, but Jayce knows it’s not just for the sake of staying hidden. He knows just how arousing this is for Viktor. In fact, he can feel its physical manifestation pressing into his upper thigh. 

“hhehH’hh….” Jayce’s chest expands against Viktor’s with the shaky inhale, his hand gripping the fabric of Viktor’s shirt with the hand supporting his lower back. Viktor swallows a moan, his hips pushing further against Jayce as he’s pressed back into the wall.

Viktor struggles to move the arm draped over Jayce’s broad shoulder. He lets out a huff of frustration, his elbows unable to bend and extend easily in such a tightly knit room. He had been attempting to shift his position from cradling Jayce’s head to pinching his nose— God knows Jayce can only stifle for so long, and Viktor refuses to get caught like this. It would be juvenile to be discovered, surely added to the long list of prejudices people hold against him. 

Jayce presses his nose against Viktor’s collarbone, entirely focussed on suppressing the rapidly increasing need to sneeze. It’s no easy feat; Jayce’s build ups are typically vocal and undeniably desperate, but they’re especially itchy when dust is the irritant, “hhHhH- nguhhhH’eh- hhuhH!”

Viktor manages to move enough so he can pinch his thumb and forefinger around Jayce’s nose. His stomach pools with hot arousal as he feels Jayce’s nostrils flare against his hold. 

“guhhH’hh,” Jayce pants against Viktor’s palm, the sound just barely muffled well enough to remain unnoticed by the counselors on the other side of the door. Viktor’s pants are beginning to feel much tighter, his body thrumming head to toe with desire. The feeling of Jayce’s breath against his skin does nothing to help him in maintaining composure. 

With a final vocal, “hhhEHh,” Jayce’s body submits to its need, forcing his eyes shut as he stifles a sneeze into Viktor’s hand, “hhHNNGT’ksch!” 

Viktor’s head falls forwards, an almost inaudible moan slipping through his lips despite his attempts to restrain himself. He typically prides himself on his ability to stay quiet when he wants to… but having Jayce desperately stifle against his pinched fingers while hiding in a much-too-small closet? God… he is so fucked. 

Jayce’s nose is apparently dissatisfied with the stifle, immediately buzzing in protest of the suppressed expulsion. Jayce swears he can feel the dust lining the inner walls of his nose, encouraging the tantalizing itch to swell with every hitch, “hhhhH’gh… nghhhH’uhhh…”

Jayce dares to sniffle as he feels a bead of liquid begin to slip out onto Viktor’s thumb. Instantly, he knows he made the wrong choice. His mouth parts with an especially loud, “hhHH- hHHHheh-“ before a half-stifled runt of a sneeze shudders through him, “hhHNGSSZXsch!”

Viktor freezes, listening intently as he hears Heimerdinger's voice pause in its rambling, “Did you hear something?”

There’s a few beats of silence, in which Viktor and Jayce's hearts pound with adrenaline, invigorated by the risk of being caught.

“I don’t believe so…,” Mel responds, “you were saying?”

Viktor lets out a breath of relief, but it’s short lived as Jayce nuzzles his nose against Viktor’s hand. He can feel the liquid slowly seeping over the pads of his fingers, rubbing against his palm and staining it with an invisible dampness. 

“hhHhh V-hhhiktor,” Jayce whines quietly, his voice audibly congested even in its muffled state. 

“Shh,” Viktor tuts, unable to bear the utter lack of control in Jayce’s voice. His erection strains against his pants once again, throbbing in its tight confines. 

“hhHnNGGSZX’Tt!-guhh’Uhh…” Jayce nearly fails to stifle the sneeze, even with the aid of Viktor’s fingers. He manages to swallow the expulsion at the end, a breathy groan following the shuddering sneeze.

“There it is again!” Heimerdinger’s voice chimes again, “How peculiar, you really didn’t hear it?”

Luckily— or unluckily, depending on how you see it— Mel recognizes the sound muffled through the closet door. She’s heard that noise before, having dated Jayce for a brief period of time and knowing just how grating his stifles are. 

“It must be a sound carrying from down the hall,” Mel reasons, a good enough liar to make up an excuse on the spot. 

“I just thought… I could’ve sworn! … Well, I suppose you’re right,” Heimerdinger concedes, adding, “I should be off! Meetings to attend, as always,” a moment later. 

Viktor can feel Jayce’s posture slouch in relief, knowing he can’t manage to stifle any longer. The itch has worsened with every suppressed sneeze, his body aching to expel the allergen caught in his nose. 

“It was lovely, as always,” Mel excuses politely, equally as grateful to have the conversation come to an end. After all… her curiosity is peaked. 

Viktor and Jayce listen attentively as Heimerdinger’s footsteps recede down the hall, the soft pitter patter fading into the distance. Without any further warning, Jayce sucks in an urgent gasp, “hhHHH’eh- hhHHDSZXHCHhhew! hhH’uhh… nghhH- hhHHNGSXCHhhh’uh!”

Viktor moans quietly, the sound drowned out by the sheer volume of Jayce’s sneezes. The second sneeze follows the first with only a few unhelpful hitches between. 

Mel smirks at the sound of Jayce’s expulsions, her suspicions confirmed. She opens the door, looking shamelessly at the couple pressed closely against each other.

Jayce lifts his head from Viktor’s shoulder, glancing at Mel with bleary, watery eyes. 

“You two are in quite the predicament,” Mel comments teasingly, one eyebrow raised as the lab partners flush with embarrassment. 

“M- hhhH- Mel we- hh’Huh we’re n-hh- hhHHRRSXCCHhhhew- snDFF- nodt-,” Jayce’s voice trails off, his stubborn attempts to speak halted in the face of another sneeze, “hhhHHSXCHXHhh!”

“Bless you, Counselor Talis,” Mel murmurs politely, smiling as she watches the helpless display. She turns to Viktor with a coy expression, “might I suggest the storage rooms on the third floor. They’re far more spacious, not to mention less dusty.”

Viktor’s brain, typically quick witted, stalls at the suggestion. He’s too speechless as having been caught to form an entirely coherent thought, “Right. Er… thank you.” 

“Of course,” Mel offers, as if she was simply lending advice on the directions to a nearby coffee shop. She pointedly makes no comment on Viktor’s obvious erection, as well as Jayce’s partially unbuttoned shirt. 

“I’ll leave you two be,” she murmurs, and before either Jayce or Viktor can muster up a response, the door swings closed again. 

“That was…” Jayce rasps, snuffling against Viktor’s shoulder once again. 

“Humiliating,” Viktor substitutes, receiving a nod of agreement from Jayce. 

“And exhhhileratinhhHGGSZZXHSCHhh! exhilarating,” Jayce admits, spraying Viktor’s neck and shoulder with the unrestrained sneeze. 

“Why don’t we go back to your place,” Viktor purrs, his hips bucking against Jayce’s, “to avoid any further interruption.” 

Jayce nods eagerly, straightening up and passing Viktor his cane as he opens the door. He groans as more dust gets kicked up, quickly stepping out into the hall and taking in a deep breath. 

The clean air is admittedly much less bothersome, but the damage to his sinuses has already been done. “hhHhhngh- hhHh- e’hhHHEH-“

Viktor exits the closet, shutting it behind him before looking at his partner. Jayce has both hands steepled over his nose, his eyebrows knit together in a desperate haze and his eyes squeezed shut. He pitches forwards with a spraying, “hhHZZZSCHhhew!”

His hands offer little to no cover, the mess of the sneeze lingering in the air for a moment. He sniffles wetly, blinking allergic tears and looking at Viktor. 

All Viktor can think about is getting home and… tending to Jayce in every way he can imagine. And the two of them end up doing exactly that, going home and riding out the brunt of the allergic fit together.

tbh i don't love this fic, but i'm hoping someone else will!

i'm still working on the asks i've received, but my writing inspiration is starting to dwindle so if anyone has any j/ayvik or c/ait/vi snz scenarios or prompts... please send them my way! (or zaun/dads)

[whumpusgumpus]

Caught him mid flu sneezing fit 👀

[syncsnzthings]

SFW OC snzfic - lab experiment - Rowan and Daniel

I've been obsessed with this concept for a while, I can't stop thinking about it.

SUMMARY: Rowan agreed to be the test subject for his friend, who works in/runs a lab that tests pharmaceuticals for companies that make allergy meds. He has no idea that he's not testing an antihistamine; it's something a lot more interesting. WARNINGS: Sneezing, long holdbacks (in a way), mild scientific malpractice if you squint, something akin to sneeze torture but not really WORDS: 3,100

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The door to the lab finally opens and Rowan's head perks up to see Daniel wheeling in a tray covered by a thin sheet of cloth. Rowan, ever eager to help, had agreed to be the first test subject for a compound Daniel's lab had produced. Although he works in data entry and has no connections to the actual lab practices—save for his friendship with Daniel—he always ends up getting dragged into these things. He has such a hard time saying no when he's the best test subject any of them can think of.

Daniel and his lab associates do contract work for various pharmaceutical companies, mainly companies that produce allergy medication. Because of this—and factors unknown to Rowan, though he knew there were some—Daniel had taken up a project in creating his own compound with some of the research money the lab had been granted.

The basic rundown he was given was that this medication was supposed to prevent him from sneezing. It's a challenge finding something that will halt Rowan's allergies entirely; he seems to be allergic to everything under the sun, and he's never found an allergy medication that completely mitigates all of his symptoms. Hence, he's the perfect test subject for whatever Daniel and his associates cook up.

"Rowan," Daniel greets him with a friendly smile after he crosses the short distance from the door to the side of the medical cot Rowan is sitting on. He stills the cart, adjusts it slightly to be within reach but not in the way, then turns his full attention to Rowan. "Are you ready to test this out? You haven't taken your usual allergy medication today?"

Rowan returns the smile , his back straightening up in anticipation for the test. "Just like you said. I hope it's worth it, I've been itchy all day."

"Even in the winter, with no seasonal allergens around, your nose is insatiable," Daniel replies, dry amusement coloring his usually professional tone. "And you swallowed the liquid ten minutes ago?" Rowan fixes him with a look. "I have to cover all my bases. It's important that everything is accounted for."

"Yes, I took the stuff when you told me to and then came right here," Rowan says. "I've been waiting here for you forever, you know."

"Ten minutes is hardly forever," Daniel says distractedly. He pinches the thin cloth covering the cart between gloved fingers and tugs it aside, folding it haphazardly and placing it on the counter lining the adjacent wall.

Rowan finally gets a glimpse of what's underneath. He's used to a sight similar to this because of his history of volunteering as a test subject: a tray of allergens, each guaranteed to produce some kind of reaction in him. Usually the tests are for antihistamines, so triggering his allergies doesn't make him react too horribly. This time, he finds himself getting slightly nervous. Daniel had never used the word antihistamine this time, he only said that it was supposed to stop him from sneezing. Daniel is nothing if not precise, so the sudden switch in vocabulary had instantly struck Rowan as odd. He's off his usual allergy meds, and he has an unknown substance working its way through his blood.

"Are you ready to begin?" Daniel turns his eyes back to Rowan, a flash of something Rowan doesn't recognize passing over his expression.

"Well, as ready as I ever am, I guess!" Rowan replies, trying to sound chipper despite his increased nerve.

Daniel nods once. He reaches for the tray on the cart and picks up a long feather, pointed at the tip but quickly morphing into soft disarray closer to the base. Rowan takes in a quick anticipatory breath as Daniel's hand approaches his face. The sharp tip of the feather begins tracing a gentle path along the rims of Rowan's nose and his breath catches again, this time caused by the tickle that instantly spreads up through his sinuses. Whatever it is that Daniel had him take, it did not make his nose any less sensitive to the stimulus.

Rowan pauses, his breath hitching sharply for a long moment. He's entirely prepared to sneeze and let Daniel mark this one down as a failure for now. But nothing happens. His breath evens out again only to pick back up into quick hitches and gasps. He sniffles and blinks his eyes open to look at Daniel.

"Wahh- hih! What's hahhppening? I need to… ihh!" Rowan stutters through his unsteady breathing. His vision is slightly unfocussed, but he swears he sees Daniel's lips quirk up into a satisfied smirk.

"It looks like the compound is working perfectly," Daniel offers as a simple, unhelpful answer. He continues teasing Rowan's nose with the feather, turning it on its side now to let the soft, flexible plumes rub against Rowan's sensitive nostrils.

Rowan twists his head to the side and Daniel lets him do it, lowering his hand to watch intently for a reaction. Rowan's hands hover uselessly in front of his face, steepled to catch a sneeze that doesn't seem to be coming. His shoulder shake with rapid breaths and his face is pinched in pre-sneeze agony. "Haa-! Hih! Ihhh! Ahh… HIH! Uhh…"

After a moment, the immediate need to sneeze seems to pass with no real result, leaving Rowan itchy and irritated. He brings the heel of his hand up to scrub at the underside of his nose, trying to rid himself of the tickly feeling. He turns watery eyes to Daniel. "Wha-hat's going on?"

"This compound is designed to stop you from sneezing, not remove the urge to do so." Daniel watches Rowan rub his nose, then reaches out with his unoccupied hand to gently take hold of his wrist and pry Rowan's hand away from his face. "It's going to take some… extensive testing to be sure it works to its full capacity."

Rowan lets out a shaky breath and sniffles softly. "How much testing?" His eyes fall down to the tray piled with allergens and he suddenly feels much more apprehensive than earlier.

"I'd like to see how far I can trigger your allergies before your body fights the compound entirely. If it does at all, that is." Daniel doesn't wait for a response before reaching down to set the feather back on the tray. He switches to a small, unlabeled glass container with a spritzer. He unscrews the cap, extends it out to Rowan, and lifts it. "Go ahead and give this a sniff."

Rowan can already smell the strong scent wafting out of the container. It's definitely a perfume. His nose twitches with a renewed tickle without even needing to sniff the substance. But Daniel keeps the container held out to him, so Rowan reluctantly leans forward and gives the pungent fumes a tiny sniff. His eyes glaze over with moisture and his nose twitches again and his breath catches.

Daniel urges the container forward. "Again. I need you to take a deep breath through your nose."

Rowan makes a small noise in his throat, half way between a whimper and a gasp, but he does it again. He sniffs the perfume until he has to pull back to gasp again, his nostrils flaring in instant irritation. His sinuses burn and his breath catches, his chest heaving with the rapid inhalations.

Daniel looks satisfied with that and he replaces the cap back on the top of the container. He considers for a moment, then seems to decide on something. He aims the spritzer directly at Rowan and gives a few sprays. The droplets land everywhere; on Rowan's shirt, on his face, on his lap, on his hands which are once again poised in front of his face ready to catch the sneeze that won't come.

Rowan's eyes widen in distress for a brief moment before they flutter shut again. The scent of perfume surrounds them, invading every inch of Rowan's allergic nose and giving him no reprieve from the overwhelming burning, ticklish sensation. He gasps in shallow, rapid breaths that brig him closer and closer to the relief he so desperately needs. It's being kept just out of his reach, driving him wild with need. His hands begin fanning in front of his face like it'll help him escape the feeling.

"Still working as intended," Daniel notes, his own interest barely masked by scientific detachment. He watches as Rowan struggles against his allergies.

Rowan is stuck like this for several minutes, unable to get a single breath in past his desperate hitching and sniffling. He briefly tries to rub at his nose again, but the scent of the perfume is still stuck to his hands and only causes him to break out into another fit of helpless gasps. Allergic tears well up in his eyes and he doesn't have the control to blink them away.

Wordlessly, Daniel lifts a cut sprig of goldenrod blooms from the tray of allergens. As soon as Rowan's breath has almost returned to a manageable pace, Daniel brings the pollen coated flowers up to his face and rubs them directly against his pink, twitchy nostrils.

Rowan's nose is a sight; bright pink, quivering uncontrollably, reacting to even the slightest stimulation. The pollen sets him off again nearly instantly. There's a light dusting of golden dust coating his flaring nostrils and tears streaming down his cheeks. The way he's desperately sucking in breaths is starting to sound closer and closer to whimpers and moans of distress.

"You're quite a sight like this, you know," Daniel comments. He sets the flowers on the cot next to where Rowan is seated and steps directly in front of him. He can see the way Rowan's nose is running, the way he's only barely managing to contain the mess by sniffling nearly constantly—as often as his frantic breaths will allow.

Daniel lifts his hand up to Rowan's face. He uses his thumb to swipe away a tear that falls down his face, then drags it across his cheek toward his nose. Gently, he presses the pad of his thumb against the twitching tip of Rowan's nose. Rowan only reacts by gasping deeply and then returning to his efforts to mitigate his suffering. Daniel can't help an amused hum. He begins rubbing a small circle on the tip of Rowan's nose, adding pressure to manipulate and squish the flesh under his finger.

"The effects of the compound can only reach so far. If we stimulate your nose enough, you might just be able to get a sneeze out," Daniel says thoughtfully, his eyes laser focused on Rowan's nose. He presses up on Rowan's nose and watches his nostrils flare frantically with every breath. "You'd like some relief, wouldn't you? We'll have to increase the discomfort before you can let it out, obviously, but it'll be worth it."

Rowan can only nod rapidly in response, the movement causing Daniel's thumb to rub and press against his irritated skin. Daniel's lips quirk up and he removes his hand from Rowan's face. He looks down at the tray again and takes a moment to scan his options. While he puts together a plan in his mind, he takes a vial of chinkni in his hand and absently holds it near Rowan's face.

"Here, sniff as much of this as you can," he instructs. He doesn't even have to look to know Rowan is eagerly following his instructions. He can hear the desperate little sniffs and feel the puffs of breath against his hand.

Once he can no longer feel Rowan's breath on his hand and he can hear his test subjects whines rise in pitch, Daniel sets the vial down and reaches for the feather again. He tips another vial on its side and sprinkles a layer of dust over the length of the feather, coating it entirely. He does the same with a pepper shaker, then lifts the feather to inspect it, making sure the entire thing is coated in the substances.

Daniel's eyes flick over to Rowan before he decides to start. Rowan has completely given up on sniffing back the tide of runny mucus in his nose, instead just letting it drip down his upper lip in a steady stream. Allergic tears are flowing non stop from his eyes and he looks like he might break at any moment. Daniel plucks a tissue from the small packet on his tray and uses it to wipe the clear mucus from the underside of Rowan's nose.

"If this doesn't make you sneeze, then I don't know what will." He tosses the tissue into a trash bin in the corner of the room, then brings the feather up to tease Rowan's nose once again.

The light tickling against the outside of his nostrils doesn't seem to do much of anything anymore. Rowan is too lost in the throes of his allergies to notice the light stimulation. Daniel hums shortly and begins inserting the tip of the feather into Rowan's nose. He doesn't stop, slowly pushing until every inch of Rowan's nostril is filled with the tickly plumes of the feather, coated in layers of dust and pepper. Immediately, he uses his fingers to twist the feather in a circle, dragging the instrument against the sensitive inner flesh of Rowan's nose.

Rowan gasps wetly and his nose twitches uncontrollably. The entire appendage seems to be quivering with anticipation of the release. His tears fall in thicker streams and his chest heaves with the frantic, rapid breaths he manages to pull in. Despite all of this, he tilts his head back to allow Daniel better access to his nostrils. He's so desperate to sneeze, he'd let Daniel do anything to him if it meant he could finally get relief.

But still, nothing seems to be happening. He whimpers as the tickle builds and builds, but nothing comes of it. Daniel slowly begins pulling the feather out of Rowan's nostril, the agonizing stimulation causing him to whine in protest. Once the feather is almost completely withdrawn, Daniel shoves it back in as far as it'll go. He repeats the process, quicker now, until he's thrusting the feather in and out of Rowan's desperate, trembling nose. With a quick flick of his wrist, he withdraws it completely, then wastes no time in inserting it fully into Rowan's other nostril to do it all again.

To Rowan's dismay, and to Daniel's enthusiastic interest, Rowan still can't seem to sneeze, no matter how helplessly allergic he gets. Daniel pulls the feather free, watching as a string of mucus connects the tip of it to Rowan's red, twitching nose. With his free hand, he plucks another tissue free and uses it to break the string and pinch the mess away from Rowan's nose.

"Still nothing? This compound is more effective than I thought." Daniel drops the soaking wet feather into the trash bin along with the tissue. He pulls a few more fresh tissues free and guides them into Rowan's hand. "Here, you're going to need these. I have a backup plan."

Rowan's hands tremble as they weakly grip the tissues. He doesn't use them yet, too preoccupied with hitching around several false starts. Daniel watches him for a moment; takes in the sight of his nose, which is bright red, irritated, and wriggling with a mind of its own. Rowan looks like the picture of allergic misery.

After allowing himself to indulge for a moment, he turns to pick up an unlabeled container resembling a sinus spray. He steps closer to Rowan. "This should completely counteract the effects of the compound. You need to be ready, because the effects will be nearly instantaneous. Are you ready?"

Rowan gives a small nod and Daniel nods as well. He lifts the nozzle of the small container to Rowan's nostril and presses it inside. The cold plastic makes Rowan's nostril flare.

"Get your tissues ready. As soon as I spray this, you'll need them." Daniel waits for Rowan to lift his hands, still clutching the tissues, then sprays a mist of the liquid directly into Rowan's nostril. He quickly pulls it away and steps back to allow Rowan a bit of space.

Rowan's face scrunches up at the feeling of a foreign liquid in his nose, but that only lasts for a moment. His sinuses are instantly filled with the tickle that has been building up this entire time. He clumsily lifts the tissues to his face but he doesn't even get them there before he's exploding into a wet, desperate sneeze.

"Haa'tISHhuhh!! Ha-ahh-! 'tISShhUH!!" The force of the sneezes has him jerking forward into the soft tissues. A shaky whimper of relief bubbles out of him.

"Bless you," Daniel supplies, knowing full well that Rowan is nowhere near done.

"I-ihhHH!! Hiih'tISCHHuh!! Ha'TSCHHh'tISHH'TSCHHuhh!!" Rowan can't drag in a single productive breath. Every inhale sends him into another fit of wildly desperate sneezing. "Hih'tishHh'tiSHhh'tSSCHHH! HaahH'tisHHUUHH! Ih'tSHUH! Hih'tshUH! Haa-ahhHH-!! HahHH'TSHUUh!"

Daniel stands a comfortable few feet away from Rowan and watches him dissolve into a helpless, desperate sneezing fit. After a moment of just watching, he reaches to take a few more tissues. He steps forward and gently takes Rowan's hands, swapping out the wet, used tissues with the dry, clean ones. He guides Rowan's hand back to his face, then disposes of the soiled tissues into the waste bin.

"Bless you," Daniel says again, his voice soft as he watches Rowan's attempts to soothe himself.

Rowan stutters through an attempt to speak, ultimately interrupting himself once again. "ThahhH- hih! Thahh'ank y-yo-ouhhH'tISCHHH! Ihhtshh'tiSHhuh! S-Sorhhuu'tiSHhhUH!" He gives up on it and instead buries his lower face completely into the tissues and gives himself over to the reaction. "IhhH'TIShhuHH! Haa'tshUH! Hihh'TSHhh'TISHHhh'TISCHHhuuhh!"

"Wow. Bless you," Daniel muses, a smile tugging the corners of his lips up. "You're a mess without your antihistamines, aren't you?"

Rowan cracks his eyes open to look at Daniel. He tries to shoot him a glare, but all he succeeds in doing is looking water eyed and miserable. He can't keep them open for long, either, because he starts sneezing again.

"Okay, okay," Daniel relents. He hands Rowan another bunch of fresh tissues, swapping them out for the used ones again and discarding them in the bin. "This has been really valuable information. I almost want to do a longer test to see if I can run the compound through its course. Another time, though."

"And… h-hh… hopefully a… Hihh'tSCHhuhH! Proper warning next time," Rowan requests.

"I can arrange that." Daniel smiles at him again before turning to pack up the cart.

[snzagaba]

am I stupid for desperately needing S/tardew V/alley snzfics?

Is it just me?

[snzpkmntrainer]

Powerful sneezes!

Just came back home from work (actually 3 weeks ago) I was waiting to get a decent amount of sneezes before sharing 😂

[sunshinesickies]

Been holding onto this one for months— so excited to finally post it!! 🥳 Feveruary Day 26– “Are you sure I’m sick? Because I feel fine”— Daisy Johnson x Reader

“Hey babe!” You chimed happily as you walked into the sitting room of the Playground, a warm mug of hot chocolate in your hand. The town the base lived in had been snowed in for days, and while it was gorgeous, it brought a chilly draft into the base.

You didn’t mind too much though, it was almost Christmas time and the halls were decorated festively and cold weather made it feel magical, plus it meant you could drink your famous extra-chocolaty hot chocolate and steal your girlfriend’s hoodies to keep warm.

“Eggnog already? It’s like 2pm.” Daisy joked as you made your way over to her, sitting down in an armchair across from the couch she was stretched out on.

You took a long sip. “It’s hot chocolate.” You sent her a playful glare, matching her sass with your own. “Though I wouldn’t be surprised if Hunter already found our stash for Christmas Eve.” Goofy smiles dawned on both your faces as you thought about it. Daisy nodded in agreement then raised her eyebrows at you.

“Still, isn’t that your go-to nighttime drink?” She asked and she smirked when you let out an incredulous huff. “Um excuse me, it’s cold in here! And hot chocolate should be allowed to be enjoyed at any time on this base if I have anything to say about it.” You shot back with a smile, taking a long sip from your gloriously perfect drink as you listened for Daisy’s usual witty retort. It didn’t come.

Her expression change slightly as she wrapped hr arms around her legs. “It is a little chilly in here.” She hummed and your eyebrows shot up in surprise. Daisy almost never complained about things like temperature, usually just people and missions.

“What?” She inquired when she saw the look on your face which turned more worried as you answered her. “You never complain about being cold.” You set down you precious mug and moved to stand by your girlfriend.

“Th—that’s not true! I complain about everything.” She rolled her eyes and opened her mouth again but stayed silent, a look of questioning on her face as you moved even closer, studying her intently.

Her cheeks were flushed the slightest pink, her skin was a little paler than normal and the edges of her nose looked red as if she’d been messing with it.

“Whatcha doing?” She asked but you ignored her, instead, you leaned down, your arms bracing your face just inches from hers. You smirked and she blushed, her gaze flickering from your eyes to your lips.

But before she could move, you swiftly pressed a kiss to her forehead to confirm your suspicions and pulled back just as fast, standing up once more. “You’re sick.” You simply stated, fully confident.

Daisy looked up at you incredulously. “Inhumans don’t get sick, I’m not sick.” She tried but you could only smile slightly at her denial, moving to rest your hand on her shoulder. “Yes, Daisy, you are.” You said but she still didn’t look convinced.

“Are you sure I’m sick? BecauseI feel fine.” You nodded at her words. “I’m sure babe. Trained super-spy here, remember?” You answered and she finally gave up, her whole demeanor changing drastically.

She could be vulnerable, but for you and only you. “Maybe you’re right.” She mumbled, shoulders slumping as she thought about it and noticed a slight tightness to her throat and pound in her head. If she wasn’t sick now, she was most likely coming down with something.

You kissed her forehead before turning back to grab your mug. “Here. You need this magical warmth more than I do.” You handed the sweet drink to your girlfriend who you now noticed was shivering slightly. “Are you sure?” She looked down into the mug, a few mini marshmallows slowly disappearing into the brown liquid. “B-but…” She gazed at you confused and you chuckled softly

“I’ll just go make another one. You sit here and I’ll be back in a couple minutes.” You handed her a blanket that was thrown across the back of a chair and tucking it gently around her legs.

Daisy looked up at you, eyes shining with gratitude as you turned to leave. Without thinking she reached out and rugged on your shirt so you’d turn around. “Yes, love?” You asked, looking down at her as her eyes widened then glanced down at her lap. “Um…thank you, y/n.” She spoke softly, almost shy.

You smiled and bent down to kiss her cheek. “Love you.” You hummed before turning and leaving your girlfriend to watch you leave with great adoration in her expression as she watched you go.

Daisy shivered then and pulled the blanket up closer around her shoulders as she waited for you and your warmth to come back. She sipped on the hot chocolate as she pondered on the fact that you were probably right, especially with the way she felt her a faint ache in her bones. She thought that had been from yesterday’s extra long training session.

She was fully convinced a few minutes later when her nose started to itch and rubbing it didn’t make it go away like normal. “nuhuhh…shhchcoo!” She sneezed twice before letting out a congested sniff.

“Bless you.” She heard you murmur softly as you came back into the room and heard the tail end of her sneeze. She murmured a ‘thanks’ as she moved over on the couch to make room for you.

You smiled, getting settled under the blanket with her. Daisy immediately snuggled into your warm arms as you wrapped them around her lovingly. Already the both of you forgot about your hot chocolate as you focused on each other.

Daisy breathed in deep as she inhaled your sweet, comforting scent. “Mmm you smell good.” She murmured into your chest. The small laugh you let out rumbled below her, the vibrations bringing her an immense sense of comfort.

“I’m surprised you can smell at all.” You joked and Daisy huffed. “I’m barely sick.” She tried but her defense was useless when she coughed a bit, her words getting caught in her throat. “So you admit it?” You smiled wider, smirking slightly. “If you say so.” You mused.

Daisy ignored you. “You’re wearing my hoodie.” She noted. “I am. I stole it. You’re not getting it back.” You joked lightly and Daisy ignored your fake threat. “Looks better on you.” She mumbled with a yawn. You gazed lovingly at her cuteness. How did you get so lucky to call her your girlfriend?

“And sleep looks good on you. Get some rest babe, your body needs it.” You hummed, one hand trailing mindlessly shapes along her back while the other rants its fingers through her silky hair.

“M-kay.” Her answer was an exhausted mumble. “Love you.” You murmured into her hair. Daisy shifted to get even more comfortable in your arms. “Feel better, baby.” She heard you say right before she drifted off into a light doze, feeling warm and at peace in your arms.

***

You lay happily, content to hold your girlfriend while she slept. Your fingers never stopped their gentle ministrations and your gaze shifted to the door every few minutes to make sure no one would interrupt this moment or disturb the peaceful slumber of the girl in your arms.

One death glare from you had every agent who passed by hurrying away from the room before they could even touch the handle. You found slight amusement at the fact you could scare them that much. To Daisy and the rest of the team, you were basically a puppy, always happy and enjoyable to be around, making jokes and checking in on everyone. And you could be like that with others too, but when it came to your girlfriend, or anything else you were serious about, you knew exactly how to scare the shit out of anyone in your way.

A while passed, maybe an hour, maybe two, maybe less. You weren’t sure. But eventually Daisy stirred, twisting and turning in your arms while mumbling random nonsense.

You could tell she was having a bad dream. You’d been with her long enough and she trusted you enough to know about her past. The things she’d done, seen and been through. Sometimes you’d hold her close after a rough mission or comfort her on the anniversary of a friend’s death or even just when she randomly felt down. You were always there for her.

But mostly, her trauma manifested through nightmares that awoke her many a night in tears and sobs. You comforted her through it all and she was eternally grateful for everything you did for her.

Now, she seemed to be have one of her worse dreams. This one likely coughed by the fever that you had noticed steadily growing as you held her. When the dream didn’t stop, you decided to wake her up.

“Hey, Daisy.” You tried speaking her name a few times and when that didn’t work, you gently shook her shoulder and spoke a bit louder. “Dais, babe, wake up.”

That did the trick and she jolted awake with a sharp gasp, immediately disoriented and overwhelmed. You knew exactly what to do.

Like every other time, you held her closer to you, tight but not suffocating and rocked her gently while murmuring sweet reassurances. “You’re okay baby. It was just a dream. You’re here with me, we’re both safe. It’s alright.” You hummed in her ear until her heartbeat slowed back to normal and she got her bearings. She let out a heavy sigh and you placed a lingering kiss to her hair.

“Hey Daisy?” You spoke after another couple minutes of just holding her. She turned in your arms to look up at you, she looked exhausted. “You have a fever. I think we should go to the lab and have Jemma check you out.” You suggested softly.

Daisy opened her mouth to say something but paused, her expression changing suddenly as her face scrunched up adorably.

“huhHshsShu! Uhhhuhcsshoo!” She quickly ducked her head against your chest as she muffled two sneezes into your shirt. “Sorry.” She mumbled. You kissed her head.

“You’re okay. Bless you Daisy.” You hummed sweetly. “How ‘bout that trip to the lab now, huh?” You asked and she nodded with a tired sniff. You helped her up and wrapped an arm around her waist, giving her some support as she leaned heavily on against you.

After making your way slowly towards the lab, you directed her to the medical bed and sat her down before going to find Jemma. A short basic exam later and Jemma confirmed what you all already knew, that Daisy was sick.

“But she’ll be okay, right?” You asked your friend. Maybe you were being a but too worrisome but you just cared. You cared about your girlfriend so damn much and just wanted her to be okay.

Jemma nodded with a kind smile. “Yes, don’t worry one bit, y/n. She just has a bad cold, should be better in the next few days to a week. In the meantime I suggest lots of rest. Make sure she stays hydrated, and most importantly, no missions or work. I’ll notify Coulson that the both of you could use a few days off.”

You smiled at Jemma’s words, giving a gentle squeeze to Daisy’s hand which you hand been holding since you arrived at the lab. “Thank you, Jemma. I’ll make sure she follows her doctor’s orders.” You joked lightly.

“Think you can handle it babe? No missions or work of any kind. You’re officially on bed rest until you’re better.” You turned back to your girlfriend, helping her off the examination table. You knew how much Daisy loved to stay busy with work, basically never taking a break unless she was injured or you convinced her.

She nodded, her eyes fluttering between open and closed. “I’m so tired even the thought of a mission makes me want to pass out.” She mumbled as she leaned her head on your shoulder once more. You kissed her hair. “Let’s get you to bed then.” You hummed, thanking Jemma before leading the sleepy, clingy inhuman back to your shared bedroom.

Immediately after you shut the door, Daisy released herself from your hold and flopped herself on the bed. She tried to curl up under the blankets but you stopped her.

“Wait, baby. Let’s get you changed first, okay?” You suggested, sitting her up and running your hand through her slightly damp hair as her eyes fluttered open then closed once again as she tried to focus on your words.

She gave a small whine but nodded and you helped her undress before you handed her a pair of black shorts and her favorite cozy hoodie which also happened to be one of yours. Daisy sighed heavily as she finally curled up under the blankets and minute later with you quickly joining her.

The second you were in bed she snuggled up as close as she could, holding onto you and much as she could. Wrapping your arms protectively around her, you also tangled your legs together, giving the sick inhuman every ounce of comfort you could. With another tired sigh, Daisy nuzzled her head deeper against your neck and you smiled as you felt her soft warm lips kiss you there ever so lightly.

“Thank you.” She expressed with a loving whisper. “You’re welcome, baby.” You hummed back casually and felt Daisy’s head shake against your skin as she lifted her head enough to look you in the eyes.

“I mean it. Thank you.” She repeated, pausing a moment before continuing and you stay silent, knowing she wasn’t done. “I’ve never had someone to…well…well I’ve never had someone take care of me like this before.” She admitted shyly, breaking eye contact.

You smiled softly, a bit of sadness behind your eyes as you gently cupped her warm cheek with you cool hand, a feeling that she leaned into as she looked to you again.

“Aw, Daisy, you know I’ll always be here for you, love.” You cooed, your thumb brushing lovingly along her feverish skin. Your heart ached, knowing her words were true, that no one had ever really cared for her in any way before she joined SHIELD, let alone in this way. But you were happy to know that you were now the one that could give it to her, wanting to make sure she knew she was loved and that she knew she deserves to be loved.

A small smile dawned on her face. “I know…just—I love you.” She hummed back, her eyes shining so bright with adoration you felt like you could see the stars in them. “I love you too, Daisy. Now get some sleep, you need it.” You kissed her forehead.

“You’ll stay with me right?” Your girlfriend asked, her voice small and riddled with congestion and exhaustion. You smiled warmly at her, knowing this was probably her fever talking. Of course you’d stay with her, there was no doubt about it.

“Of course I will. There’s no where else in the world I’d rather be right now. I’m not going anywhere.” You reassured her gently and she smirked sleepily.

“Really? ‘Cuz I wouldn’t mind being on some warm tropical beach with you right now.” She slurred, even in her somewhat delirious state she was making jokes and you loved it. Chuckling, you tucked her head back into your neck and rested your head atop her’s.

“I’d like that too babygirl. Maybe we can bribe Coulson for a vacation when you’re better.” You felt her smile against you neck. “Okay.” To mumbled her mind now fully drifting away as she was pulled closer and closer to sleep.

You held her trailing your fingers along her shoulder and you thought she’d finally fell asleep when a few soft sniffles pulled you from your thoughts. You kissed Daisy’s hair and held her closer as she tried to move away from you.

“It’s okay baby.” You assured her right before she took a shaky breath and tucked deeper into your neck. “Huhhsshuuh! Hheshchhoo! Nunhh…uuhhhschoo!” She sneezed wetly against your neck, followed by an embarrassed “sorry” mumbled quietly.

“Don’t be. Bless you, love.” You hummed gently with another kiss to her hair.

“Even when I’m all gross?” She mused, a hint of humor in her voice although she was completely serious.

“Even now. And tomorrow, and always. You never have to be sorry with me.” You whispered back, feeling a smile against your skin before soft snores filled the room.

[annie-sniffles]

someone PLEASE HELP ME

my friend was searching something on youtube on my phone and my search history

UNDER THE SEARCH BAR SAID: "girls sneezing"

please please please please i need comfort so fucking badly right now why am i so stupid someone im calling SOS 911 code red CODE RED CODE RED😟😭

SOMEONE REPLY IM SOBBING MY EYES OUT

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

HIT UP MY ASK BOX RESPOND REPLY IDFC

[petersnose]

Hey!! if you have some time, would you be up for writing a fic where Bucky accidentally gets Steve sick? Thanks!

Hey anon!! I hope this satisfies you!

You’re Mad at Me, Aren’t You?

Bucky knew he was sick the moment he woke up.

Not in a huh, I feel kinda off way, or even in a maybe I just need more sleep way. No—this was the full-body, bone-deep, miserable kind of sick. His head was stuffy, his nose was running, his throat was raw, and he had the overwhelming urge to sneeze every five seconds.

He groaned and burrowed deeper into the blankets, trying to will away the itch in his sinuses. But it was relentless, tickling at the edge of his awareness, teasing him until—

"Hh—hh’RHHSHHhh! Hhh’TSHHhh! Hhh'KSHHhh!”

The sneezes snapped him forward, and Bucky barely managed to catch them in the tissue he had stuffed under his pillow. He sniffled miserably, rubbing at his nose with the crumpled tissue.

A soft chuckle came from beside him. "Wow. Bless you, doll."

Bucky groaned. "Don't start with me, Stevie."

Steve, annoyingly warm and healthy, propped himself up on one elbow, grinning down at Bucky. "I wasn't gonna say anything."

Bucky shot him a glare from beneath the covers.

Steve smirked. "Except maybe that you insisted you weren’t getting sick."

Bucky sniffled thickly, rolling onto his side with a huff. "Yeah, well. I was wrong."

"Big shock," Steve teased, reaching out to rub slow circles on Bucky’s back.

Bucky sighed at the contact, his body already sinking into the comfort of Steve’s touch. He hated being sick—hated the way his whole body felt weighed down, hated the way his nose wouldn’t stop running, and most of all, hated that Steve was still perfectly fine.

It wasn’t fair.

He had been sneezing his head off for two days. His throat was on fire. His body ached. And Steve?

Steve looked annoyingly healthy.

Bucky scowled and nuzzled further into his pillow. "You're supposed to have a weak immune system."

Steve raised an eyebrow. "That was pre-serum, Buck."

Bucky grumbled something unintelligible and sniffled again, which only seemed to amuse Steve more.

But then, as if to prove Bucky’s point, Steve suddenly froze, breath hitching.

Bucky turned his head just in time to see Steve’s eyelids flutter, his pink-rimmed nostrils twitching slightly before—

"Hehh'RSHHhh! Hhh’TSSHHh’uhh! Hh'NGTCHhuh!"

Bucky blinked.

Steve groaned into his wrist, sniffling thickly.

Bucky smirked. "Oh, now you’re sneezin’."

Steve gave a watery sniff and flopped back onto the pillow beside Bucky. "Shuddup."

Bucky let out a low chuckle, reaching over to press the back of his hand against Steve’s forehead. Sure enough—warm.

"Uh-oh," Bucky muttered, more amused than concerned.

Steve groaned, rubbing his nose against his sleeve. "You’re mad at me, aren’t you?"

Bucky smirked. "Mad? Doll, I told you to stay away. I warned you."

Steve let out a congested sigh, already sounding stuffy. "You needed me."

Bucky snorted. "Yeah, yeah." He reached for the tissue box and plucked one out, pressing it into Steve’s hand. "Here, honey, before you sneeze all over me."

Steve shot him a glare but took the tissue anyway, giving his nose a harsh blow.

Bucky shook his head, reaching out to rub his thumb across Steve’s fever-warm cheek. "You’re down bad, Stevie."

Steve sniffled again, burrowing closer to Bucky’s chest. "M’cold," he mumbled.

Bucky sighed, wrapping his arm around Steve’s shoulders and tugging him in. "That’s ‘cause you’re gettin’ sick, honey."

Steve hummed weakly, his breath hitching again. Bucky barely had time to react before Steve twisted to the side, sneezing harshly into the crumpled tissue.

"Hhh’TSCHhh’uhh! Hh'RSHHhh! Hhh'KTSHHhh!—hh'NGTschh! Hh'TSSHHh!"

Bucky winced in sympathy. "Bless you, doll. Damn."

Steve sniffled, groaning as he flopped dramatically onto his back.

Bucky smirked. "You sure you weren’t making fun of me like, five minutes ago?"

Steve grumbled something unintelligible into the pillow.

Bucky laughed, rolling onto his side so he could drape an arm over Steve’s waist. "Alright, honey. Here’s the deal—I’m gonna get up, make you some tea, and heat up some soup, ‘cause I know you’ll whine about it until I do."

Steve immediately grabbed onto Bucky’s arm, trying to keep him from moving.

Bucky smirked. "Called it."

Steve huffed a small, stuffy sigh. "M’head hurts," he muttered.

Bucky’s teasing expression softened. "I know, honey," he murmured, pressing a kiss to Steve’s temple.

Steve sighed into the touch, his whole body relaxing slightly—until his breath started hitching again.

Bucky reached blindly for the tissue box just as Steve turned his head away.

"Hhh’RSHHhh! Hhh'TSSHHuh! Hhh'NGTCHhh!—hh'TSHHHh'uhh! Hh’KTSHHhh!"

"Jeez, bless you, Stevie," Bucky muttered, pressing another tissue into Steve’s hand.

Steve groaned, pressing the tissue to his nose with a thick sniffle. "This is your fault."

Bucky chuckled, running a soothing hand up and down Steve’s arm. "I told you to stay away."

Steve sniffled and nuzzled into Bucky’s chest. "You were suffering," he murmured, voice thick with congestion.

Bucky smiled, kissing the top of his head. "Yeah, well. Now we both are."

Steve hummed in agreement, already half-asleep.

Bucky sighed, shaking his head fondly. He figured he could tease him about it when they were feeling better.

For now, he just wrapped Steve up in his arms, letting the warmth of their tangled limbs keep them both comfortable as they drifted off into the kind of sleep only the truly sick could manage.

[silentsneezes]

Sick J/ayce Professor AU Part Two

did i stay up until 4 AM to write this last night? yes. is it edited or incredibly well written? no.

but i wanted to post it since it's been a couple of weeks since writing part one, so without further ado here's 1.9k of j/ayce being absolutely miserable

CW for descriptions of mess. they're not super graphic, but it's definitely prevelant

Jayce decidedly makes his way towards Viktor’s office. After all, it’s become a routine, and he knows Viktor will begin to worry if he doesn’t show up. In his feverish daze, he doesn’t register the biting cold outside, but the breeze cuts through his jacket like it’s nothing more than a flimsy scrap of fabric. It’s beginning to snow, the first flakes drifting lazily through the crisp winter air. It’s beautiful, really, but Jayce remains oblivious to nature’s performance. 

He’s too occupied with the task at hand: getting to Viktor’s office. His lungs ache with every breath, his hands moving to clutch his jacket tighter around his frame. Only a few minutes into his walk across campus, Jayce feels a trail of mess slip over his upper lip. He swipes his wrist across the base of his nose, cringing at how sore the reddened appendage has become. 

Sore and terribly itchy. The pressure to his septum was just enough to ignite a buzzing through the bridge of his nose. With a huff of annoyance, Jayce moves to cup a hand over his nose, his breath hitching as he walks along the haphazardly icey pathway. After a few seconds, he stops in his tracks, barely hearing the grumbled annoyance of the students that almost collide with his back. 

His breath is hitching in desperate, chest rattling breaths, every gasp more vocal than the last. He stumbles to move out of the pathway, keeping one hand steepled over his nose as he doubles over with a throat grating, “hHHH’RRSZXZCHh’HUew!” 

Jayce only manages to take a single breath before a second sneeze follows, nearly toppling him over, “hhHd’egh…hh–hHDD’HZSSCHHuhw!” His vision blurs temporarily with the force of the second expulsion, but he somehow, miraculously, manages to stay standing. His palm is coated with mess, two strings of snot clinging from the base of his nose to his hand. 

With a groan, Jayce straightens back up, pinching the strings of mess from his nose and flicking them to the side. He looks around, grateful that no one seems to have noticed the whole ordeal. 

Jayce stands still for a moment, feeling the weight of his exhaustion sink deeper into his bones. The cold has left his body shaking, but it’s the fever that makes his limbs feel so incredibly heavy. He rubs his nose again, trying to wipe away the mess continuing to stream over his upper lip. He has little success, of course, the recent double having done nothing to stop the constant dripping of his nose.

As Jayce continues down the path, he catches a glimpse of his reflection in the glass of a nearby window, but it only makes him grimace. He’s a mess— his hair disheveled, his cheeks flushed from the fever, his nose red and raw. God he looks terrible. 

Jayce forces himself to continue walking, stumbling along the icy path as his feet drag below him. The only thing keeping him going is the thought of being able to melt into the plush armchair in Viktor’s office, the one he’d bought purely for Jayce’s use. 

The rest of the walk passes in a bleary haze, and before Jayce entirely registers it, he’s walking down the hall towards Viktor’s office. He vaguely registers the warmth of the hall, his numbed hands finally regaining some feeling. Just a few minutes left, he reassures himself. 

Just as he turns a corner, though, his vision falters again, and a sudden shiver runs down his spine. His body stumbles forward, and instinctively, his hand shoots out to catch himself against the wall. The impact knocks the breath out of him, leaving him dizzy and disoriented. 

Jayce had forgotten what it felt like to be truly, utterly sick. Admittedly, he shouldn’t have ignored his symptoms the past few days, but stubborn as he is, he tried pushing through it. And now he’s paying the price; this supposedly “little” cold is hitting him like a fucking truck. 

"God…" he mutters, wiping a hand across his face– when had he started sweating? He shivers, his body shuddering despite the sudden feeling of a heat flash. His fingers brush his sore nose once more, and with another glance down the hallway, he starts moving again. He just needs to get to Viktor.

The door to Viktor’s office is in sight now, and Jayce feels a sense of relief wash over him. But with that relief comes another wave of dizziness. He stumbles forward again, but this time, he’s able to catch himself on the doorframe. The door creaks open slightly under his weight, and he’s met with a casually uttered, “Jayce? You’re early.”

Viktor doesn’t initially look up from his work, document in hand and glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose. When he doesn’t receive a reply, however, his attention is immediately turned to his partner. 

“Oh, darling,” he murmurs, only needing a single glance at Jayce to know he’s miserably sick, “Come in, sit.”

Jayce does as instructed, his body moving as if it’s on autopilot and collapsing ungracefully into the plush armchair across from Viktor’s desk. With a swift motion, Viktor grabs his cane and crosses the room, standing over Jayce and placing a hand on his forehead. 

“You have a fever,” Viktor tuts, moving to hold Jayce’s chin and tilting it upwards so Jayce is forced to meet his gaze. 

Jayce looks up with glassy, hazy eyes, instinctively nuzzling his cheek against Viktor’s palm. Viktor can’t help but smile at the gentle affection, moving to brush his thumb over Jayce’s cheek. 

“I thingk–” Jayce starts, but he’s forced to pause and clear his throat with a phlegmy cough, “I mighd be coming down with somethi’g.”

“You think?” Viktor repeats with a slight grin, shifting his stance to apply more weight to his right leg– the cold rarely bodes well with his bum leg, often worsening its instability and pain. Even in his feverish delirium, Jayce notices the movement, reaching out and placing a hand on Viktor’s hip wordlessly. He knows not to ask, not to push Viktor to talk about his pain unless he wants to. 

“You are going to be the death of me,” Viktor murmurs fondly, “have you taken anything?”

“C’mbon V, id’s nod thad bad,” Jayce attempts to argue, ignoring Viktor’s question as to medication. Truthfully, he’d meant to take something this morning, just like how he’d meant to bring tissues to his lecture. Between his unbridled ADHD and his fever, it’s honestly a wonder he’s functioning at all– that is, if you can consider this to be functioning. 

Viktor takes out his handkerchief, handing it out to his partner, “Blow your nose,” he instructs simply, but there’s a fondness to his voice– the kind reserved solely for Jayce; Viktor isn’t necessarily a natural caretaker, but Jayce is the exception. As frustrating as his partner can be, and trust that Jayce can be beyond infuriating at times, Viktor knows him through and through. 

Jayce blushes, torn between denying the handkerchief and running the risk of his nose running incessantly or accepting the handkerchief and admitting how sick he is. Reluctantly, he accepts the handkerchief with a soft, “thangk you,” and turns away from Viktor as best he can. He barely manages to blow his nose, the action resulting in more of a congested snort than anything productive. 

Before Jayce can try again, there’s a soft rapping at the door, accompanied by Mel’s voice, “Professor Viktor?”

Viktor looks up in slight surprise, having entirely forgotten about his meeting with Mel upon seeing Jayce’s sick state. Initially, he had planned for Jayce to arrive after his lecture, but since he’d arrived unexpectedly early, their schedules were clashing.

“Oh, Professor Talis,” Mel says in slight surprise as she enters, not having expected Jayce to be there too. Her eyes linger momentarily on the handkerchief held in his hand before flicking up to his reddened nose with a sympathetic expression. 

Jayce offers her a tired smile and a brief wave. Usually he’d start a conversation; after all, he’s rather fond of Mel. They’ve grown close over the past few years of working as colleagues, and he considers her a friend. Luckily, Mel doesn’t take offense to his lack of conversation, instead turning to Viktor and asking, “Is this an okay time–”

Jayce interrupts Mel with a sudden, vocal hitch, “hhHH-” as a sudden itch buzzes through the back of his sinuses, pushing up to the tip of his nose. Despite his initial reservations about accepting Viktor’s handkerchief, he feels a rush of gratitude towards his partner for lending him the cloth. He steeples it over his nose just in time, pressing it against the lower part of his face in an attempt to muffle the encroaching sneeze. 

“hhH’MPDDSXXHCHh’uh!” 

“Gezhundiet,” Mel blesses with a look of surprise at the sheer force of the sneeze, “are you-,” she begins to ask, but she stops as Viktor shakes his head.

“He’s not done,” Viktor says simply, saving Mel from being interrupted again. 

Sure enough, Jayce is once again clutching the handkerchief to his face, turning his back towards his fellow professors as his breath hitches.

It’s a painful watch, his breath catching every few seconds only to build into a desperate false start. After a few particularly vocal hitches, Jayce finally snaps forwards with a throat grating sneeze, “hhHRRRSZZXCGhh’hhugh!”

The expulsion is strong enough to force his knee to jerk upwards, causing the armchair to creak in protest. 

“Bless you darling,” Viktor murmurs, frowning as Jayce’s shoulders remain slumped, the handkerchief held tightly around his nose. It’s evident that the kerchief is covering a mess of spray as Jayce snuffles, blushing crimson. 

Viktor turns to Mel, offering her an apologetic smile, “My apologies Professor Merdada, but now is not the best time. Can I suggest that we reschedule?” 

Mel smiles sympathetically, “Of course,” she heads towards the door without second thought, knowing Viktor’s priority is taking care of his partner, “and Professor Talis?” 

Jayce looks up, hidden sheepishly behind the handkerchief. 

“You should take the day off tomorrow. I’ll see to it that your students are informed,” she says curtly before leaving, giving him no opportunity to deny her– not that he would’ve, even he recognizes that he wouldn’t make it through working tomorrow. 

Viktor gives Mel a thankful glance as she exits, knowing she saved him the trouble of convincing Jayce to take a day off. After all, it’s usually no easy feat convincing Jayce to partake in any sort of self care when he’s sick– and yet he criticizes Viktor for doing the same when he catches cold. 

As soon as Mel’s gone, Jayce gives his nose a productive blow, finally having the privacy to mop up the aftermath of the double. Viktor waits patiently until Jayce lowers the handkerchief, his nose looking even sorer than before. 

“We should go home,” Viktor prompts, his voice soft. He reaches up and brushes his thumb across Jayce’s cheek, “you have quite the fever.”

Jayce nods dumbly, feeling like dead weight. He’s too tired to argue, and admittedly, all he wants to do is go home and have Viktor dote over him.  

“How is it you managed to go all day without telling me how terrible you felt?” Viktor chastises lightly as he begins packing up his things, “and you say I’m stubborn.”

that's all for now... eventually i'll (probably) write a part three, but with how little free time i have it will take a while. as always, any comments, tags, and reblogs are very much appreciated !!

[whumpusgumpus]

Shout out to men w dainty sneezes‼️ but yeah Alucard def would have a dainty small snz that he’d be overly polite about excusing. Definitely a soft velvety “pardon me” before each sneeze, after if it catches him off guard. (Ok Ik it’s unlikely that he’d sneeze but LEAVE ME ALOEEJENEK Maybe he sniffed up some garlic lmao)

[snezus-christ-risen]

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