#today i woke up snf i was like

[bastardraccooon]

how many little things had to go a certain way for a big thing to happen?

[twisted-sickfics]

Hell is Forever (But Thankfully Colds Aren’t)

thank you sm to anon who requested sick sneezy adam, i absolutely loved humbling this little asshole <3 love this guy and i hope you guys enjoy me torturing him

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“Ugh, kill me now,” Adam groans for the umpteenth time that day. “I thought this was supposed to be heaven. Why are there still fucking colds in heaven?! hhuh… hh’TSHOO!”

“It’s by design,” Lute says, completely unfazed by the fact that Adam seems to refuse to cover a single sneeze. “If Angels were immune to illness or injury, that would take away our sense of purpose and self-preservation. Plus, it teaches us humility, something you desperately need.”

“Great,” Adam says sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “I bet it was that stupid princess and her spooky gremlin girlfriend that did this to me. *snff*”

“Through the hologram?” Lute asks, unimpressed.

“Through the fucking hologram!” he bemoans. “Hell and their crazy, weird-ass germs. I’m gonna exterminate the fuck outta those sinners when I get down thehh… hhH’HASSHOO!“

“Bless you,” Lute says. “What is that, the tenth time today?” It’s a joke intended to ruffle his feathers a bit, and it seems to accomplish just that.

“Oh, shut up,” Adam says, grabbing a tissue and blowing his nose loudly. He attempts to throw it like a basketball into the nearest trash can and misses. “I’m gonna kill whoever gave me this fucking cold. I feel like shit. How do I know if it’s the flu or just a cold again? Or is it something worse and I’m finally gonna kick the bucket?”

“You’re not dying,” Lute says, thoroughly exasperated. “You just have a cold and it’ll get better in a few days. The best thing to do is rest so you don’t make it worse. If you keep talking so much, you’ll hurt your throat.”

“Oh yeah? Says who?” Adam asks boisterously, though he immediately falls into a harsh coughing fit right after. “Lute—” he says between coughs, "I’m dying—”

Lute looks at her commander and briefly wonders about how difficult it would be to ascend to power. No, she decides, not today. She moves over to Adam’s side and pats his back in the least awkward way possible (for her). “Just breathe,” she says as gently as her voice allows. “It’ll pass.”

And it does. Adam catches his breath soon after and tries to brush it off as though nothing just happened and he didn’t just see the gates of heaven, well, outside of his day job.

“You’ve only been given a couple of days to rest,” Lute reminds him, not wanting to fall behind on important business. Heaven is very demanding, even for its higher-ups. “Think you’ll be fine by then?”

“No,” Adam says, and it’s starting to sound like he’s being genuine. Maybe. “Can’t imagine I can shake this in two days. I’m really getting my ass kicked here.” He blows his nose again, an unsettling gurgling sound.

Lute can’t believe this is her life. Yes, she is Adam’s lieutenant, but surely this is above her pay grade? Still, something inside her stirs and she can’t just leave him alone when he’s this miserable, can she?

Adam started feeling a little off the day prior, but he chalked it up to getting less sleep than usual. It was only when he woke up today that he realized just how fucked he was. He called Lute immediately, saying that he needed her for something very important. Apparently the “very important” thing is waiting on Adam hand and foot while he complains and throws tissues outside of the trash can.

“I might be able to get you a third day off if you really need it,” Lute says and she doesn’t miss the way Adam’s eyes light up in a way they haven’t all day. It would almost be cute if it wasn’t so pathetic. “But only if you’re not feeling better by tomorrow. I can’t having you shrugging off work when we have another extermination coming up.”

“Sounds goohh…good *snf* Hang on, I’m gonna…gonna snee— hH’ESCHIEW! hhH’ETCHHIU!“

“Bless you—”

“HH’ATSHHiew!”

“Bless you—”

“hH’ESCHHIU!”

It’s getting annoying at this point. Adam sneezes again and rubs his nose with his sleeve, which Lute winces at because of how much his nose was dripping just moments ago. She’ll have to clean that later, won’t she?

So far, Adam has asked for cough drops, a new box of tissues, a heating pad, the temperature to be turned down, more blankets, less blankets, more pillows, and a cup of tea. None of these things he attempted to get himself nor did he ask for any of them at the same time. It’s been a tough day for both of them.

“What, you’re not going to bless me?” Adam asks, pushing her buttons. He sniffles and Lute doesn’t know how much longer she can go hearing his sneezing, coughing, and sniffling. Not to mention his incessant talking that seems to stem from a place of boredom.

Being one of the only people Adam trusts enough to let into his circle (genuinely, and not just to use them for one of his whims) has its perks and its downsides. This is definitely one of the downsides.

But honestly…it’s not that bad. Lute has taken care of whinier people at some point in all of her years of existence, and this doesn’t even come close to that. It’s annoying, but it’s just Adam. Adam may be annoying, but he’s safe.

And if she were in his position, she would want to be taken care of and doted on too. She can’t really blame him, especially when he’s feeling as awful as she knows he is. His throat sounds better than it did earlier that morning, but he’s much more congested and lethargic. What he really needs is some rest, so what Adam doesn’t know is that there may or may not be a light sleep aid in his tea. She thought it would have kicked in by now.

Lute glares at him in response, and Adam laughs which just leads to more coughing. “Watch this be allergies,” he half-says, half-wheezes before he catches his breath.

“I don’t think it is, sweetheart,” Lute says coldly. She knows Adam isn’t allergic to anything other than fragrances and last time she checked, she’s not wearing any. There’s no way it’s anything but a nasty cold. He didn’t have a fever the last time she checked, and he doesn’t feel excessively warm when she leaves her hand on his back for a second longer to check his temperature.

There’s now a slight heaviness to his eyelids that he didn’t quite notice before. It’s making him feel out of it. “You really think those demon fuckers got one of our own?” he asks, suddenly quite serious. “That means any of one us…”

The suddenness of the question catches Lute off-guard. “Cease that line of thinking,” she demands. “All of us will be fine. It’s unfortunate that one of our own fell, but that will be the last angel they ever harm. Once we get down there on Extermination Day, we’ll—”

“hhH’ESSHHIU!”

“Never mind,” Lute sighs. “Just focus on recovering and then we can talk strategy later. Need anything from me right now? I can go get you some more tea if you need it.” It’s an offer she expects him to take her up on in a matter of seconds, but he’s oddly silent for a moment after she asks.

“Nah,” he eventually decides, “‘m fine like this. Just…hang around for a little while longer, yeah?” It’s the biggest show of vulnerability Adam is willing to display. Actually asking for help? For someone to stick by him in his rare moment of weakness? It’s almost unheard of.

But not impossible, evidently.

And who is Lute to ignore a direct request from her commander? It’s definitely not because she wants to stick around and make sure he’s alright. And it’s certainly not because she’s genuinely rly worried about him. Definitely not.

“Sure,” she agrees. “I suppose I have some free time.” Her entire schedule has been cleared just to look after Adam, but whether or not he knows that is debatable. “Sneeze on me and I’ll kill you,” she warns.

“You really think I’d do thahht… HH’ETTSHIEW!”

Thankfully, Lute has the foresight to quickly grab a tissue and cover his sneeze. “Bless you,” she says. “And stop spreading your germs everywhere. You don’t want to get anyone else sick, do you?”

“Ub, I do’t really care,” Adam says, taking the tissue from Lute’s hand and blowing his nose for what is starting to feel like the millionth time that day. “I just want this fucking cold to be finished with me and move on to the next guy.”

‘The next guy’ will probably be Lute at this rate, with the way he’s sneezed on practically every surface of this room by now. A small part of her doesn’t want to blame him because he genuinely seems to have no clue what he’s doing when it comes to just…being sick. But that’s only a small part of her.

“Why am I so tired?” Adam asks, yawning loudly. His eyes start to droop shut, but he manages to keep himself awake for now. He rolls over in bed and sniffles.

“Who knows?” Lute knows. “It’s probably just the cold making you tired. It’s good to get some rest, anyway. Have you actually slept at all?” Knowing Adam, the answer is probably “no.” The lack of a sense of self-preservation is astonishing.

As expected, he shakes his head. “I just can’t sleep when my nose is all clogged, y’know? It’s a little better today though, so I might actually be able to sleep tonight.”

Good boy, she thinks. Go to sleep and stop being my problem. Instead, what she says is, “I think it’ll do you some good to try and rest. You sound terrible.”

“I sound perfectly fine,” Adam insists, though the congested sniffle he gives immediately afterwards doesn’t exactly lend itself to his point. “Just tryin’ to…sleep…”

He’s slowly starting to doze off. Lute keeps herself still, trying not to startle him so he’ll actually fall asleep. It seems to work because she can hear his congested snores in a matter of minutes.

Great, her shift is over. For now. But…why does she feel kind of bad? It’s not like Adam’s never been sick before, but getting sick right after announcing an extermination in sixth months is unfortunate timing. Plus, he does seem really sick. No healthy person would sneeze that much.

“Sleep well,” she says softly, making sure Adam is really asleep before turning off the lights and leaving the room.

He’ll be fine, but a part of her is worried about what’s to come.

[wetsnifflesneeze]

Carolina and Alison (Cold) (Sneezefic) (Part 2) (F/F)

Continuing with these 2 cuties because there are simply not enough w/w f/f posts 😡 There's some mild hurt/comfort/trauma here in this part. It's mild.

Carolina woke up and glanced over at her girlfriend. She was so happy to wake up in her bed, as always, especially when she felt like Alison needed her. Which today and last night she definitely did. When Alison woke up with her nose too congested to fall back asleep she was there with tissues, she was there with some honey and soothing lozenges for her throat and of course kisses, lots of kisses. She rubbed Alison's back whenever she coughed softly into her pillow or Carolina's shoulder.

As she looked over at Alison she couldn't help but to notice how pale she looked. She looked beautiful but at the same time she did look sick. Carolina gently placed her palm on her girlfriend's forehead to check for a fever. She could tell straight away, no need for a thermometer. "Oh poor baby" she murmured softly.

"Hey baby, good morning" Carolina said sweetly as she stroked Alison's face and gave her a gentle kiss"

"Hey.." Alison replied weakly after making a little moaning noise. She just looked at Carolina with a pained expression on her face and sniffled.

Carolina looked into her poor girl's eyes, she could see them all glossy and her pupils dilated from the fever she had. "You don't feel good today at all, do you?" She asked sympathetically.

"Cari... I feel so much worse than yesterday" Alison's voice broke and she started to cry.

"Shhhh it's okay baby, c'mere, shhh I know you're scared angel... hey it's okay.."

Carolina was right. Alison was scared. She wasn't crying her eyes out just because of her fever, there was something else. She knew her girlfriend pretty well and she happened to know that Alison had health anxiety. As a child, she had severe pneumonia, due to her parents carelessness more than anything else... which greatly upset Carolina to find out. In her mind Alison is an angel who deserved better and she is going to give her better. Holding her closely as she sobbed into her chest, still scared and traumatized after those weeks in the hospital and the physical and emotional pain of it.

"I'm here sweetheart" Carolina cooed. "Not gonna let anything bad happen to you okay? I'm not your parents, you know that."

Alison cried until she ran out of breath and started to cough. Carolina gently rubbed her back and kissed her head. Carolina gently rocked her as her breathing slowly returned to normal. "You're okay honey, I just need you to take some medicine for this fever you have and you'll feel so much better."

"Okay *SNNNFF* ugh I'mb sorry, I got your t-shirt all wet"

"Baby don't apologize for crying, ever okay"

" 'kay *SNFFF* Cari? ...HhuhTSSSCHIEEW"

"Bless you. Yes, my love?"

"Could you pass me sombe tissues?"

"Oh of course, sorry I should've thought of that."

"It's okay *SNF* I just... I feel so weak I don't wanna move, I don't even know if I could"

"You don't have to move at all my love, that's why I'm here. Thank you for telling me what you need." Caroline gave her a kiss. "Here, let me.." She gently wiped Alison's tear streaked face and then held some tissues to her nose "Now, blow your nose. That's it, good girl. Okay, now it's time for medicine." Carolina passed her a couple pills and then also held a spoon of liquid to her mouth.

Alison suddenly shivered. "Aww poor thing, you're shaking" Carolina wrapped her arms around her once again and held her close. "Here I'll get you warmed up" she kissed Alison's warm forehead.

"HEIIISSSSHHIEW ugh sorry *Snffl*" Alison raised a hand to cover her mouth slightly as she sneezed into Carolina's chest.

"Bless you, Ali. Don't apologize sweetie. You can sneeze on me all day, I don't mind."

"I could get you sick though"

"I don't care about that" to prove her point she placed her hand under Alison's chin to gently tilt her head up for a soft kiss on the lips. After a few seconds Alison sniffled and broke away before sneezing into the other girls shoulder "ATiiiisSHHIEW"

"Bless you, I'm so sorry you feel like shit but I think you're adorable."

"Okay, you must really love me" Alison chuckled.

"Oh, I do. Like you have no idea." Carolina said as she wiped a little bit of snot trailing from Alison's nose. "I know you're probably exhausted since you didn't sleep very well last night so come lay down on me and fall back asleep"

"Yeah, okay, *snf* that sounds ndice HETsSSHIIIEEW" this time she sneezed uncovered into her girlfriends chest.

"HeEiiSSHIIEW ATiIISHHIEW EEIIIISHHIIEW guh”

"Oh bless you, my sneezy baby"

"Sombtimes I sneeze a lot when I'mb sick..kinda embarrassing *SNNFF*"

"Well I think your sneezes are cute so lucky me"

Alison smiled and cuddled closer to Carolina "you make me feel so loved, thanks for taking care of me"

"hhhKTSSSSTHIEW"

"Bless you, gorgeous." Carolina held her and played with her hair until she fell back asleep.

~Thanks for reading

~ I love these 2 so much 🥰🥺

[kpopsickies]

Because I Care

Sickie: Vernon

Caretaker: Seungkwan 

{thanks to my lovely editior, you know who you are (= }

~appx 2020~ 

Seungkwan p.o.v

I had noticed that Vernon had seemed off all day. And if I didn't know any better I'd think he was avoiding me. This morning when I woke up he was already out of our room. Which never happens. During schedules he was quiet, even more so than usual, and he was often unseen when we weren't filming. And after filming when I asked him if he wanted to go out to eat with me, he quickly turned me down and left the room without even looking back at me. I began thinking about what I could have possibly done that made him this mad at me. 

That night when the group got back to the dorms I quickly followed Vernon, he went straight to the bathroom. I stood outside the door waiting for him to come out. That was when I heard something coming from the bathroom. I pressed my ear to the door and realized the sound was sneezing. I grew concerned. I knew Vernon had allergies because he'd mentioned it one time, but I didn't think it'd be this bad. He sounded like he was in pain. I tentatively knocked on the door. "One sec" he called, his voice was stuffed up. "Vernon, it's me. Hon let me in" I knocked again. It goes quiet on the other side of the door, "Baby?" I said I knocked again. "You okay?" I asked, hearing another sneeze. I heard him cough, it sounded itchy. "Yeah" 

"Please let me in. Whatever it is I did I'm sorry" he went silent, then the lock clicked. He opened the door. I tried not to totally freeze in shock when I saw him. I put my hand on his cheek, "oh baby." He sniffled, "Kwan, you didn't do anything wrong. I'm sorry for a-hh-hhtChhUh- hh-tchHuUh, *snf* I'm sorry for avoiding you." 

"Nonnie, why didn't you tell me you didn't feel good?" 

"I feel fine" he turned away and coughed. 

Vernon p.o.v 

I felt bad for avoiding Seungkwan, especially how sad he looked after I turned down his dinner offer. Once I got back to the dorms I quickly ran into the bathroom. It was rare, but every once in a while my allergies would get so bad they made me feel sick. My whole face itched, my eyes were swollen, it was hard to breathe, my throat was itchy and because I had spent so much time today holding back and stifling sneezes it seemed to have snowballed. Now it felt like I couldn't stop.

When I was in the bathroom I heard a knock on the door. I didn't want to let the members know about how much I was struggling so I tried to make my voice sound as natural as I possibly could. I was shocked to hear Seungkwan on the other side. He seemed worried, I guessed he heard me sneezing. 

I felt guilty when he told me he was sorry. I quickly opened the door. He stared at me and gently touched my face. I felt a wave of guilt hit me when I saw how concerned he looked. I apologized as quickly as possible. He shook his head, "Nonnie why didn't you tell me you didn't feel good." I tried to hide my blush at his nickname, "I feel fine" I coughed after. He shook his head again, "Vernon, what's going on? Have you been sick all day?" I shook my head, I avoided his eyes. "Vernon, look at me please" I glanced back to his eyes, I saw nothing but care and love. "I'm sorry for avoiding you. But I'm not sick. It's my allergies" 

"I didn't know they were this bad" he brushed an allergic tear off my cheek. "Uh.. I usually try to hide in the studio when they get this bad. I couldn't today, because of our schedule" I sniffled, "Nonie, why didn't you say anything? I could have done something." He looked so genuine and sincere. "I didn't want to bother you" he shook his head, "are you kidding me? You? Bother me? Hon, you could never bother me. I will always take care of you. No matter what." I hugged him, and kissed his forehead. "Thank you" 

"Allow yourself to lean on me. I may be short but I'll be here to hold you up" I smiled, "thank you" 

"There's nothing wrong with showing weakness baby. I know you don't like to have a lot of attention. That's my job" he laughed at his own comment. "But you still are allowed to show weakness" he kissed me. "I love you Kwannie" 

"I love you too" he smiled and tapped my nose, "let's get you some allergy medication before you stop breathing." He kissed me again. I smiled and nodded, he took my hand and pulled me into our room. 

~two years later~ 

Seungkwan and I had been dating for nearly 6 years and I still get nervous being sick or showing weakness at times. No matter what. Seungkwan noticed this and began being extra sweet and gentle with me. It still didn't mean I was any more comfortable with sneezing in public. I still hated sneezing or coughing in public. So whenever we had schedules or concerts or anything like that on days when my allergies were bad or I was sick I noticed Seungkwan would go out of his way to be next to me.  

There was a nasty cold that had gone around the group and I was the first one to get it, it then spread to the rest of the maknae line and eventually the group and while everyone had recovered, I was still here, suffering from it. Curse my shit immune system. But still, our manager decided I was well enough to resume schedules. Unfortunately I still had a stuffy nose and a cough. Plus I was sneezing more than I usually did. Seungkwan seemed to notice my apprehension when the company informed us we would be doing a full group vlive. 

Seungkwan p.o.v 

I saw the color drain from Vernon's face when they said we would do a group vlive. I knew he wasn't feeling good and therefore was even more sensitive than usual. Especially because I knew he really didn't want to cough or sneeze on camera if he could avoid it. I pulled Jeonghan and Seungcheol to the side. "Hey hyung, if it's not too much to ask can I please be next to Vernon during the group live?" I asked them, hoping they wouldn't ask too many questions. "Sure, is he okay?" 

"Yeah, because he's still recovering I want to keep an eye on him." they both nodded. 

Once the vlive started I stayed close to Vernon, I kept my arm around his waist and would occasionally lean my head to his shoulder. Just wanting him to know I was there. I could feel him relax every time. Which made me feel better. 

About halfway through the live I felt him tense up suddenly. I glanced over at him and saw him sniffling, he kept swallowing, anxiety showing on his face. I leaned close to his ear, "Don't worry. It's okay" he smiled at me. He leaned away from me slightly and coughed into his elbow. I smiled encouragingly at him. He sniffled, and sneezed once. "Bless you" I whispered to him, I placed my hand on his thigh. He glanced at me and smiled. "You okay?" I whispered. He nodded. 

"Vernon, some of the comments said bless you" Hoshi said, this brought attention for the members over to him. He blushed and nodded. I wrapped arm around his waist I pulled him closer to me. "It's okay. They do it because they care." I whispered. He smiled at me. "Thank you" he said. "Anything for you baby" I whispered, not really caring if anyone heard me, "I love you." he blushed, "Love ya too." 

[gladiolidiaries]

yeah i know its just surprising snf were both awake yesterday at the same time but today theres like a 8h diff from when sapnap woke up to when gnf woke up

only explanation is george stayed up crazy late and i mean what would he be doing? no game activities as far as we know, no chess, most of his friends are not even home cause of creator clash and stuff...

seems to me like the most likely explanation is he was speaking to dream who we know for a fact has been very nocturnal and only sleeping on and off during the day lately

[softsnzstuff]

Stranger AU

Steve is streaming and his fans asked for a boyfriend tag for months.

So Eddie promised to do it but he ended up having a really sneezy and snotty allergy day of the stream.

Cue flustered, sneezy and messy eddie with a doting, nose wiping and nose kissing Steve and his comforting audience.

Eddie scrubbed at the inner corner of his eye for what felt like the hundredth time that morning. His eyes had been itchy since he woke up, the pollen count off the charts today.

Steve was in the other room setting up for a Twitch stream. He was fiddling with the camera currently, pointing it towards Eddie and his own gaming chairs. Though they both streamed, it was rare to get them in the same room at the same time for one.

“Kay Eddie, just about ready!” Steve called. His fans had been asking for a boyfriend tag for months now. He finally had time to sit down and do it.

“One sec! Coming!” Eddie called back. He sniffled and popped another allergy pill before joining his boyfriend in the other room.

Once they were both seated, Steve started the stream, allowing a minute or two for it to come alive.

“Hey hey! Welcome back to my stream. You guys have been heckling me for months to do a boyfriend tag.” He fake sighed, “Well ask and her shall receive. I’m joined by Eddie today.”

The older of the two was leaned back in his chair, left ankle folded across right thigh. He smirked and waved at the camera by wiggling his fingers.

AnimalXingFan: EDDIE!!

HarringtonsHair: I’m such a simp for these two 😭

“So we both have questions for the other on our phones. Whoever answers the most correctly is the better boyfriend I guess.” Steve joked.

Eddie whipped out his phone, unlocking it with his right hand and scrubbing at his nose with his left. “Okay Stevie. We’ll start easy. Do I prefer iced coffee or hot coffee?”

“Oh easy for sure! Eddie needs to kick the habit of energy drinks actually, but when he does drink coffee, iced is superior…duh.”

“He’s right.” Eddie looked at the camera and shrugged.

Steve scrolled through his phone, “Okay. How many kids do I want when I’m older?”

Eddie laughed and looked at the camera, pointing as if he was telling the viewers a secret, “This guy?? He wants six kids. The real question should be how many kids will I allow us to have!”

Maddie246: SIX???? ✋🏻😩

SteveXEddieGirl: “allow US to have”? I’m-

“Oh my god you guys are so judgy. It used to be my dream to be a dad of six.”

Eddie was rubbing his nose with a knuckle when Steve turned back to him. “Um, snf snFF what’s my worst hehh hah habit?”

Eddie swiveled his chair away from Steve and pitched forward into the collar of his shirt.

“HNG’KchiEW! HehtCHEW! TSCHIEW!!”

“Well I was going to say biting your nails, but I think it might be your excessive sneezing actually.” Steve teased. He addressed the viewers again, “Hang right guys, he’ll probably do this like another ten times.”

The comments flooded with “Bless you”s and some of Eddie’s fans commenting:

MunsonStan86: OMG he really IS gonna do this like ten more times…

Eddiesgurl: That’s three guys

“snF! Sorry, allergies are bad today.” Eddie grabbed a tissue off their desk and wiped at his nose.

“My turn! Am I a morning person or-”

Steve paused, looking up at his boyfriend whose breath was already hitching for another round of sneezes.

“Jesus here he goes again…”

“Hehh Nxxt! NXXXT! H’MPTCH!! HEH’TschEW!! Fuck sorry. What was the question?” Eddie asked, wrist still under his nose as he reached for a clean tissue.

“Bless you. Am I a morning person or a night person?” Steve asked.

Eddie started to blow his nose and looked up, “Stevie is a morni’g person.” He turned to Steve, narrowing his eyes, “You heathe’d.”

HalloweenHoe: Bless you Eddie!

Lilliesforlily: Steve would be a morning person smh

Munsonsgurl: that’s what? Seven?

The older of the two had continued tending to his nose while looking through more questions.

“Ummm okay here’s one. What color are my eyes?”

Steve chuckled. “Right now? Probably red babe, your allergies sound so bad today.”

Eddie feigned disappointment, “Ooof, incorrect Harrington. My eyes are brown, see.”

Steve rolled his eyes as Eddie leaned forward until he was inches away from Steve’s face, opening his eyes wide for him to see.

The younger man laughed, not fighting the distance, looking his boyfriends face up and down until he saw Eddie’s nostrils flare quickly.

“Shit! Eds!!” Steve leaned back and held his own arm in front of Eddie’s face, trying to protect him from the spray zone.

“TsschiEW! HissshEW! SnFF H’KTchiew!”

The sneezes had clearly caught Eddie by surprise as he loosely covered with hands in front of his face.

St3veL0ver: Ew Steve your shirt!

Munsonsgurl: aaaand we’ve arrived at ten (bless u btw)

EricDay721: Someone get this man an allergy pill PLEASE

Steve grimaced and looked at the sleeve of his long-sleeve shirt. It had a few damp spots on it - Eddie’s carnage of the afternoon.

“Shit sorry Steve.” Eddie flushed bright red.

“It’s okay Eds, just. Blow your nose.” Steve got up from his chair grabbing a tissue. He stood behind Eddie and pulled him into a hug, using his left arm to squeeze the tissue around Eddie’s nose jokingly.

Eddie laughed and took the tissue from Steve, turning away to blow his nose again.

“I think we’re gonna end the stream here guys. Someone is having a hard time controlling his nose at the moment. But tune in next week for some more Dead by Daylight!” Steve pointed at the camera, allowing Eddie to wave bye before turning off the stream.

“Let’s wash your face and get you some clean clothes, huh?” He turned to his boyfriend who was still sniffling profusely into the tissues.

Eddie nodded, “Yes please.”

[dontfeeltoohot]

happy birthday! I hope you have a good one :) tiny little bday prompt: locked out~

Thank you!! This is actually my second ‘locked out prompt’ I’ve gotten in the past hour LMAO. Y’all out here wanting misery 🤣 enjoy some locked out canon (divergent bc he lives) Eddie. Also this got a bit long, whoops.

X X X

Of course. Of fucking course today of all days he’s going to get locked out of his damn van. There’s no way he’s breaking his window or door, and though he knows how to break into a car, it requires a damn hanger which he doesn’t have. Sighing, he knows he’s going to have to get help.

The thing is, it’s fucking cold outside, and he’s already feeling like shit. Whatever flu’s been going around Hawkins has started hitting him since he woke up, and his dumb ass didn’t even wear a heavy jacket. The walk back to the trailer park is well over 5 miles from the pharmacy he’s just walked out of, a brown paper bag containing Tylenol, cough drops and a thermometer in his hand. The long haired man would rathe walk to Harrington’s than attempt walking icy back roads right now.

Harrington.

Looking around, he spots a pay phone down towards the next store, so Eddie huffs, grips the bag tighter, and walks over, careful of the patches of ice on the sidewalk. As he gets closer, he pauses to cough into his arm, grimacing as his throat stings. Fuck Hawkins and their inability to cover their damn mouths. After paying the 25¢ to call, the musician dials the ex-jocks number and waits, praying the guy is home.

“Harrington residence.” The voice, while still his friends, is much more enunciated and proper.

“Harrington, hey, it’s- snf! it’s Eddie.”

“Oh, hey man,” the voice on the phone relaxes into a completely different persona. “What’s up?”

“I kind of got locked out of my car…is there a way you could pick me up? I have a spare set of keys back at my-“ Eddie turns away to cough, before returning to the mouth piece. “-sorry, my trailer. I can come back to get it later.”

“Oh shit, yeah, I can pick you up. Where are you?”

Eddie can’t help but thank whatever higher power there is. He’s starting to feel gross and achy, and while he knows his name has been cleared, people still look at him with disdain. Going back into the pharmacy, or any other store, really, isn’t his best option. Freezing to death would suck too.

“The pharmacy down off Main.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in like..ten minutes. Just gotta find a jacket and I’ll be there.”

“Thanks princess.”

By the time Harrington gets there, Eddie’s shivering, nose pink from both the temperature and the attention he’s been giving it from it getting runny. Hauling himself up, body feeling ungodly heavy, the twenty year old walks up to the others car and gets in, instantly blasted with heat. Thank fuck.

“Sorry about this,” Eddie clicks his seatbelt and puts his bag on his lap, wincing as he swallows.

“No worries man, seriously. Happy to help. What were you doing over here anyway? It’s cold as hell, would think you of all people would just stay in your house and keep warm,” Steve smiles, and Eddie watches, warmth pooling in his stomach.

“Think that shit that’s been going around finally hit me, needed to grab some Tylenol, we don’t really have anything at the trailer.”

Rubbing his face, he’s thankful Harrington knows where his place is, even if the reason for knowing sucks. He’s too tired to keep his eyes open, though he wishes he could, with someone as hot as Steve sitting next to him. Eddie curls away from the driver and presses his arm tight to his face, not wanting to get his germs all over the man’s car.

“Damn, that sucks. Robin just caught it too. I had it back last week, finally feeling human again,” he explains, looking at Eddie in sympathy.

“Why does it not surprise me you caught it first?”

“Yeah yeah, my immune system sucks,” Steve rolls his eyes fondly. “Have you eaten? We can grab soup on the way.”

“Nah, I’m not hungry. But thanks anyway.”

“I was going to bring some to Robin anyway. You sure? It’ll save me a trip too.”

And damn, Eddie’s too gone on Steve fucking Harrington to say no to that, especially when he’s been grateful enough to come pick him up in the first place. Forcing his eyes open, he looks at the man and nods.

“Yeah, that’s fine then. I don’t need any though, kind of scared I might hurl it up if I try to eat it.”

Steve turns down one street, then back up on to Main, parking in front of the small family owned deli. He keeps the car running, then puts a hand on Eddie’s shoulder.

“I’ll be right back. You just stay here and relax.”

As if Eddie would do anything else. He drifts for a bit, letting the aches and chill take over. A door opening and shutting makes him open his eyes again, and Steve is there with two brown bags, setting them in the back of his nice BMW.

They don’t speak as Steve drives, Eddie’s too tired and the other man seems to respect that. He did say he’d been sick last week with it, he probably still remembers how awful talking is. The long haired man leans his too warm temple against the cold window, a tiny, quiet moan escaping his mouth.

“Eddie? Hey man, we’re here,” Steve shakes his shoulder gently, and he opens his eyes, feeling worse. Damn this shit hits quick.

“Thank you, seriously,” Eddie gives the shaggy haired man as much of a smile as he can muster.

“No problem, what was I going to do, say no?”

“Could have. Instead you were my knight in shining armor,” Eddie jokes, grabbing his pharmacy bag, opening the door.

“Oh! Here.” Steve thrusts one of the two bags from the deli at him.

“What-“

“It’s soup. I know you said you did t want any, but…you might get hungry later.”

“…you bought me soup?”

“Yeah? It’s not a big deal.”

“Thanks Stevie.”

Half an hour later, Eddie’s back in sweatpants and one of Wayne’s old, heavy sweaters. If he finishes the entire cup of soup, almost wishing for me, well….Steve won’t need to know.

[rykno-gs]

Snalentines - 2022

well i dont actually have a title for this fic, but if i had to give one, ild say its smth like: sniffles and cuddles

anyway this is 1.8k words of a tartali snz fic i wrote for my assigned buddy, @bubblemudkips

hope its okay that i @-ed you

hope i did ok and enjoy :> (its abit suggestive but otherwise sfw)

-

It was late when Zhongli finally heard the jingle of keys from the front door. Childe has been due to come back more than four hours ago. Outside, he could see the shadows of the already rising sun, indicating just how late his partner was.

Appearing by the front door in seconds, Zhongli waited for the sound of locks turning, the door sliding open before he tackled the man behind it. Being the taller of the two, Zhongli’s chin naturally rested atop the head of messy orange hair, which he realised seconds later, felt warmer than usual.

Childe was also seemingly avoiding eye contact.

“Xiansheng.. I’m home!” The voice coming from under him sounded tired, relieved, like he had ran a marathon. But the Northland bank wasn’t that far away from their shared apartment, was it?

Zhongli shook his head, leading Childe into the house. “Welcome home, dear. How was work today?”

Childe breathed a sigh. Good, he didn’t notice.

“It was f- fine. Just some letters I needed to w- write. Documents to fill up, you know? Those kept me u- up all day.” Childe replied, still not willing to look Zhongli in the eye. 

He knew if he did, he’d get seen right through -- the wastebasket full of used tissues that still sat in his office was much more of an indication than anything else. But as long as he plays it smart, Childe thinks, he’d be able to fool the other.

He received a small hum in reply as the front door was re-locked. “Are you hungry then? There is food leftover from dinner.”

Childe nodded, raising his fist to hide a sniffle as he sat on the couch. Now that he wasn’t hunched over his desk with a pen in hand, exhaustion was starting to catch up. Smiling as he watched Zhongli head to the kitchen to heat up the food, he closed his eyes for a moment, thinking a light rest won’t hurt.

-

Zhongli knew something was wrong. How could ne have missed it? The way CHilde refused to look at him, the way Childe had not kissed him the second he came home, and the subtle sniffing that came from the couch. It was pretty obvious, if not confirmed when--

“Het- sHhw! HaHh- NgHt’ sh!” 

-- he heard a restrained double coming from the living room, followed by a sigh and a wet sniffle. Maybe heating up leftover dinner wouldn’t be such a good idea.. 

Opening the fridge, Zhongli took out some herbs and chicken, beginning to make a dish he hasn’t put together in years, tweaking it a little to suit Childe’s taste.

-

It was a little nudge that woke the sleeping one up. Stirring, Childe let out a stuffy sniffle, blinking his eyes against the sunlight. “Huh..? It’s mo’ning already?” He mumbled, voice thick with congestion. He shuffled between the couch cushions, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep. His eyes focused on Zhongli “H- How long was I out fore?” 

“Not too long.” The warm reply came. “You came home really late today, so the sun is already starting to rise.” 

“Ouh..” Childe’s eyes shifted to the bowl being pushed towards him. It was then he remembered that Zhongli was going to heat up some food for him. It looked like soup, liquidy and steaming. At that moment, Childe realised just how hungry he really was.

“C’mere, I’lll feed you.” Zhongli said, bringing a steady spoon up to the other’s lips. “Careful, it’s a little hot.”

Trembling lips wrapped around the ceramic spoon as Childe tried the food. He wasn’t going to admit it, but the warmth of the dish was exactly what he had been craving for the whole day. And despite how numb his tastebuds were, he could still tell it was really good.

A sniffle. “Xiansheng.. this is delicious! Where did you buy it from? ..snf- Chef Mao’s new recipe maybe? It’d tastes r’ly.. snf.. good!” 

Shit. He needed to blow his nose badly. It was going to start dripping if he didn’t.

Zhongli laughed softly, noticing Childe’s twitching nose but chose not to comment on it. (He wanted to see how long his darling could hold for). “Really Childe. Can’t even recognise your own boyfriend’s cooking,” he smirked, eyeing the other. “Something wrong with your sense of taste maybe..?”

He was replied with a little choke. “No..! Of course not, hahhha, my.. snff- senses work just fine! Heh- say, Xiansheng, how come you never.. snf- cooked this b’fore?” it was getting harder and harder to contain the dribble he could feel coming out of his nostril. It wasn’t quite showing right now, but it would if he continued to do nothing about it.

A quick swipe of his glove to the nose seemed to do the trick, but as Childe quickly realised seconds later, that came with its own drawbacks..

“Hh.. hEh- shHNght! Haah- sHXgnTt!!” He could feel the slight spray upon the uncovered part of his wrist. Childe cringed, but prepared himself for another -- “Hihh- nGHxt! Hh.. hih! ..snf.. s- Hah- HheH! HAhh- ShXnHT- ‘iiew!!” the last one, uncontained and a little louder than he had hoped.

Zhongli watched on in slight amusement. He never really had a thing for mortal illnesses, but seeing Childe in such a state made him feel very interested indeed. But his needs could wait. Childe should, and would, always come first.

“Bless you.” He answered carefully. “Well, the reason why i do not cook this dish often is because its ingredients contain many herbs that have medicinal properties.” he looked at Childe meaningfully. “Meant to treat common colds or a slight flu.”

The other instantly blushed, looking away. “I.. I don’t see w- why I would need that.. I’m fine.. really..”

“Oh? Then what were those sneezes just now?” 

Hearing the question made Childe feel called-out, as if he had got caught doing a bad thing, but he shook his head. “T- Those? Ahahh, those were just my uh.. my.. a- allergies, yeah..” 

Zhongli’s eyes widened with false surprise. “Allergies?” He said, amused. “Whatever are you allergic to?”

“I uh..” Childe hadn’t thought his lie would get to this point. Panicking, his mind whizzed with excuses and things to get himself scott free. Then, he remembers-- “Silk flowers! I’m allergic to s.. Sehh- eh..sHshew!!.. snf- silk flowers.. yeah!”

“Hm?” Zhongli raised an eyebrow, willing to play along. “You might not know this, baobei, but the daily perfume that I spray on has a strong extract of silk flower essence in it. From the way you cuddle and nuzzle at me all day, why are your ‘allergies’ only acting up now?” 

Childe’s eyes fill with panic. “Oh! Is that s- so..? Hhaha, I must’ve mixed up my f- flowers! heh.. it’s.. it’s Gaze lilies! Yeah, I’m hella allergic to t- tHho- hAh.. SscH’iew!! snf- srry..”

“Gaze lilies?” Zhongli asked, a small smile on his face. “I remember very clearly that we once went on a date to a place with many gaze lilies, you were even the one who suggested that we go there-”

“It’s Qingxin! I remember now! There, I’m allergic to Qinxin flowers!” Childe interrupted, proud that he had finally found a-

“But Qinxins are awfully far from Liyue Harbour itself, Childe. Surely if you had stayed in your office all day like you claimed..” 

His face falls. He’s been caught. Dragged up and backed into a corner by Zhongli. He knows it. There was no escape now. He might as well surrender himself into the arms of his partner.

Deep down inside, Childe had been craving to be cared by Zhongli when his cold had started catching up to him. Stifling into tissues within the cold walls of his office, suffering all alone. But it was.. embarrassing.. to say the least, being so vulnerable in front of anyone.

But he wasn’t with just anyone. He knew Zhongli would take special care of him until he was better. Weighing his chances, he figures it won’t hurt to just.. 

“Fine.” Childe said with a pathetic sniffle. “I’m sick, not feeling well, whatever..”

“No need to be so shy about it beloved..” Zhongli cooed, happy that his partner was finally willing to give himself up. “I’ll take good care of you alright? I promise.. Now come sit on my lap.. I’ll help you finish the soup I made.”

-

An hour and a dozen sneezes later, the both of them lay on their shared bed, huddled together, Childe’s overused nose pressed up against Zhongli’s warm body. They had long ran out of tissues, with the way Childe was going through them, sneeze after sneeze.

“Ssnuff.. ugh- what did you do again..?”

“Rub mint on my chest.” 

“Mmh.. snff- than’k you.”

“Welcome..” Zhongli whispered, trailing soft, comforting kisses down Childe’s neck. He pecked once at Childe’s warm forehead, and once on his flushed cheek. And with a cheeky smile, grazed his lips upon the other’s bright crimson nose.

The response was immediate.

“Ack! Hh- Zhongli! Wha- hIH- ssHie’w!! WHatcha do thaA- hh.. snGH- iew!! -that for?!” Childe pressed his nose into the crook of Zhongli’s shoulder, the sneezes breaking his sentence and frame.

“Just kissing the places I love kissing you the most..” Zhongli mumbled, a dumb smile on his face when he felt the strong, wet impact upon his shoulder as Childe let out a few rather.. unrestrained sneezes.

“Oh.. hh.. Hah- sHIEW!! ..ugh.. snuff- ..so’ srry Xiansheng.. I’m.. snf- being so g’ross..”

“You’re not.” Zhongli replied with a well-hidden shudder.

“Snf.. alright.. if you say so.. ahh.. Aw shit.. you’re gonna catch m.. my.. Hih- XxNghtt!! - cold.. snf..” This time, Childe directed the spray to the back of his hands, eyes squeezed shut and nose scrunched up.

“I w- won’t mind that..” Zhongli breathed, his wavering voice betraying some of his inner feelings.

Childe stared at his partner carefully, seeing an expression that Zhongli barely wore on his face-- a look of soft lust. Ah.. Zhongli.. of all people.. who would’ve thought.. a new excitement ran through his body. Maybe.. he’d be able to uncover a hidden part of Zhongli that only he would ever see.. 

One step at a time..

He began with a sniffle. “So.. Xiansheng.. I couldn’t help but notice you missed a spot just now.” Seeing his lover’s confused face, he continued. “You know? When you were kissing my cheeks and neck, and.. nose..” From the corner of his eye, Childe saw Zhongli blush slightly. So he continued. “You missed a spot.”

“...? “

“Between my legs..” 

“Ajax!!” Zhongli choked out, face as flushed as Childe’s (except he didn’t have a fever). “I.. I.. wHat?!” 

Childe bursts out laughing, burying his face into the folds of the other’s clothes, breathing in the soft scent of silk flowers. “I’m joking Zhongli! Well.. half-joking. We can make out when I’m better. Or..” He throws a sideways glance.

“Or..?”

“Or unless you’d want to make out when I.. Hh- hIH.. hAH- ZCHh’ HuU! ugh.. snff.. when I’m still sn- Hh.. sneezing non-stop..” 

“A.. Ajax!” 

“Hahhahh, Your choice!”

-

- end -

-

hppy valentines everybodyy :D

[marvelousstevetony]

So this is kind of a random prompt, but sick Steve doing an interview and trying not to sneeze. However, he ends up having a fit and is really embarrassed by it, maybe his first public sneeze like that?

When he gets home, Tony tries to take Steve’s phone because he doesn’t want Steve to see the new trending hashtag on Twitter which is “GodBlessAmerica” and some people trying to be funny about it, maybe posting the video with patriotic music edited in. Maybe Steve does find out and Tony shows Steve a sneeze compilation of himself online or something that people did relating to Tony’s sneeze to help him feel less embarrassed/make him laugh?

This is such a sweet concept! And nothing like anything I’ve written before, I don’t think, so I hope this is okay. Please accept 4k of shy, sick Steve and Tony being the sweetest... as usual :)

Steve presses his knuckle to his nose for the 100th time today. The cold he had caught a few days ago seems to have hit its peak, because ever since he woke up this morning, his nose has had that warm, buzzing feeling to it that just never fades.

“You ready, Steve?” Tony asks and puts a steadying hand on the small of the taller man’s back.

“Y-yeah,” Steve manages and sniffles when his nose quivers. “Ready to get it over with,” he amends and Tony offers him a sympathetic smile.

“Last one for today.”

Steve nods and sighs deeply. “Last one,” he echoes

———

Steve wants to pay attention, he really does. Tony is speaking, and Steve loves listening to his boyfriend’s voice, even if all he’s doing is making quips and witty remarks at the interviewers’ questions. Okay, especially when he’s making quips and witty remarks at the interviewers’ questions.

But he just doesn’t have the energy today. He feels his eyes threatening to slip shut at any minute, and he probably would have drifted off at some point if it wasn’t for the slight tingle in the back of his nose.

He swipes his index finger against his septum, then holds it there when he’s afraid the tickle will blossom into something more. It doesn’t though, and instead he exhales slowly and gives his head a brief shake.

It happens another three times. The tickle is right on the verge of turning into sneezes, but Steve is famously stubborn, and by the power of sheer will and all the focus he can muster, he fights it off.

That is until he is startled by someone nudging his shoulder. “Steve.”

His head snaps up to see Natasha cocking her head at him. He looks around, confused, then smiles sheepishly when he notices a blonde reporter who’s looking at him with an expectant expression. “Sorry,” he says, clearing his throat, cheeks turning pink, “Could you repeat that?”

She smiles overly sweetly at him, and Steve tries not to think about how much he hates these things, hates how arranged and phony they are.

“Of course. Captain, you’ve been the leader of the Avengers since its origin...”

The blonde woman continues speaking, but Steve just hears her voice trail off into silence. He keeps his eyes on her, though, for as long as he can before his vision begins to blur as well. He clenches his jaw and holds his breath, trying to resist the urge to rub at his nose to stop the building itch from blooming.

He can see her lips moving through the tears that are accumulating in his eyes, but he hears nothing but white noise and then his own sudden, desperate gasp.

In the very last second, he manages to bring his fist to his face and move a little back in his seat to turn away from the crowd.

“ng’tCHh! h-H’tsngshh!”

The first sneeze is almost completely silent, but stifling it just sends a throb through his nose, and although he tries his hardest he can’t fully hold back the second one.

When he turns back, everyone has gone silent. A few people, including Natasha who’s next to him, as well as the reporter, bless him, and he feels the heat creep up his neck.

“Sorry, uh, excuse me,” he says and touches his nose gingerly, then rubs his neck. “You were saying?”

“Right,” the blonde continues. “As the leader of the Avengers, do you feel more responsible—“

“huh’TCHushh! uhhCHUSH!” A second round of sneezes catches him off guard, and he barely gets a chance to catch them in the  crook of his elbow, body jerking with the sneezes.

Next to him, Natasha squeezes his knee and whispers a blessing that Steve ignores as he quickly turns back to the reporter, acting as if nothing had happened. The flush spreading all over his face from embarrassment didn’t signal the same thing, though.

The reporter smiles tightly before continuing. “—do you feel more responsible for all the damage your team has caused?”

“The purpose of the Avengers is to make the world a safer place. With our job, we try to save as many lives as possible. Unfortunately— snf! Unfortunately, that doesn’t m-mean everybody,” Steve says and touches his nose quickly when he feels a slight tickle beginning to form. “I strongly believe that without the Avengers’ interference the number of casualties would have been significantly higher—“

“What our good Captain here means to say is that without us, you’d all be toast,” Tony suddenly cuts in, earning laughter from the audience and flashes the crowd of reporters a blinding smile. Then, while the chuckles die down, Tony glances quickly over at Steve and smiles again, but it’s softer and way more real. “Okay, next question,” Tony says, turning back to the reporters.

Steve can’t help but let out a sigh of relief when the next question is directed to Natasha, happy that the attention is on anyone but him.

He ducks his head to rub his nose against his knuckles and give a few quiet coughs. When he looks back up, he catches Tony looking at him with a concerned expression, cocking his head to the side.

You okay? he reads Tony’s lips. He nods weakly and smiles shyly back. He then averts his gaze from Tony, knowing that if there’s one thing that could distract him from keeping himself together, it would be Tony.

The rest of the press conference is a blur, really. Steve avoids answering anymore questions thanks to Tony and Natasha quickly taking over whenever he was supposed to answer. Instead, he sits back in his chair, pinching off a tickle every once in a while.

When Steve walks off the stage, Tony is waiting for him by the door, placing a hand on the small of Steve’s back when they walk through. “You alright?” he asks quietly.

Steve is about to nod, open his mouth a say that he is, but he ends up sighing instead. “I don’t know... I made a complete fool out of myself out there,” he says and bites his lip nervously.

“No you didn’t. No one’s going to think anything of it, Steve,” Tony reassures and kisses Steve’s shoulder when Steve looks dubiously at him. “C’mon, let’s grab something to eat and then head home. There’s this diner a couple of blocks away. It’s small, but there’s a table seated away from all the rest. We can sit in private...”

“Sounds perfect.”

———

Like Tony said, the diner is small, but it’s cosy and warm and Steve welcomes anything that makes him feel less like he’s turning into a human popsicle again. Steve scoots into the small booth, and Tony sits on the opposite side of the table.

It’s Tony who orders, a sandwich for each of them and a bowl of chicken noodle soup for Steve as well.

“Soup too?” Steve asks, his voice grateful and eyes soft.

“Sick person essential,” Tony shrugs and reaches over the table to grab both of Steve’s hands in his own, brushing a thumb over Steve’s knuckles. “Bless you?” he asks when Steve lets go with one hand and opts for few napkins from the box on the table.

Steve nods, eyes fluttering shut, and pulls his other hand away as well to cup the napkin firmly over his nose and mouth.

“heh’CHmmphh! utschmphh!” The sound of the sneezes is muffled by the napkins, but the way Steve’s body shudders is indication of just how strong they were and how tired he must be.

“Bless you, honey,” Tony says again. “You look about ready to drop. I’ll text Happy, tell him to pick us up here in 30,” he adds when Steve shrugs shyly.

He pulls his phone out, but something in his expression changes. His brows furrow and his lips turn into a thin, tense line.

“Everything okay?” Steve ask worriedly.

“What? Oh. Oh, yeah, all good,” Tony says dismissively and slides his phone back into his pocket. “Look, food’s here!”

———

“How about a phone-free night?” Tony suggests as they enter the penthouse and smiles a little tighter than the way he usually beams at Steve; the way his eyes crinkle at the corners and his nose scrunches up. Steve knows Tony’s smiles too well to be fooled by this oddly fabricated one, immediately growing suspicious.

“Uhh, sure,” Steve says hesitantly, wrinkling his forehead. “Why the no-phone rule, though?”

“No reason,” Tony shrugs a little too quickly, then draws in a deep breath and exhales slowly. Taking a step closer to Steve, he reaches for Steve’s hand and brings it to his lips, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “Just don’t want any distractions tonight... no work, no social media. Just you and me and a box of tissues for your sniffles.”

Tony says the last bit in a low, fond voice that makes Steve’s heart clench with fondness and his cheek go a dusty shade of red, speculation suddenly all forgotten.

“Yeah?” Steve ask a little shyly, biting his lower lip and looks at Tony through his his lashes.

“Yeah,” Tony confirms. “And a cup of tea as well, that’ll feel good on your throat.” He lifts his hand to lace his fingers through Steve’s hair, and Steve melts into the touch, closing his eyes contentedly.

“You’re too good to me,” Steve murmurs, exhaustion seeping into his voice as he nuzzles his head against Tony’s hand like a cat seeking attention from its owner.

“Nothing could ever be too good for you, darling. Now, off to the shower,” Tony says firmly, but his tone is still gentle. Steve nods, and he starts to walk towards the bathroom, but Tony stops him. “Wait!” he exclaims. “Your phone.”

Steve looks down at his pocket where his phone sticks out, then pulls it out and hands it to Tony with a sigh and a shake of his head. “You’re ridiculous,” Steve chuckles.

“Mhm... you love it,” Tony says confidently and smirks as Steve rolls his eyes in a playful manner. “Now. Hop to it, Captain.”

———

Steve doesn’t even think about not having his phone on the bedside table when they snuggle up in bed. The warm steam from the shower had broken loose some of the congestion in his head, but now he’s sniffling uncontrollably, and even blowing his nose half a dozen times does nothing to stop his runny nose. It’s tiring, and he’s so ready to just doze off against Tony when he joins him under the covers with a fresh box of Kleenex and a cup of hot tea with lemon and honey.

“Thanks, snf!” Steve says and takes a sip of his tea. It does feel heavenly, like Tony said it would, calming the scratchiness he’s felt in his throat all day.

“You’re welcome, baby.” Tony kisses the top of Steve’s head and lays an arm over his shoulders, inviting Steve to cuddle in close while he scrolls through their watchlist on Netflix.

By the time they’ve picked a movie, Steve has finished his tea and is resting in head on Tony’s chest, already half-sleep. Tony still has his arm wrapped protectively around the larger man, and his cheek has come to lean against Steve’s forehead. It’s comfortable and safe, and even though it’s somewhat new to them, being together and all, it feels familiar, like it’s always been this way.

Within 10 minutes of the movie, Steve is snoring softly from trying to breathe through his stuffy nose, and Tony is not far behind him. His own eyes have slipped shut, and he asked Jarvis to turn off the lights as soon as Steve’s breaths had evened out so he could let himself fall asleep.

———

They eat breakfast in the communal kitchen the next morning, making easy conversation over two plates of scrambled eggs and turkey bacon, coffee for Tony, and ginger tea for Steve.

He’s feeling a little better today, less like his head is stuffed with cotton and more like there’s just a faint sort of pressure on his sinuses. His throat feels better, too, and Steve thinks it must be the combination of a good night’s sleep and all the tea Tony’s made him drink over the last couple of days since he started coming down with his cold.

He’s still very sniffly, though, and he sneezes about seven or eight times from the time they wake up ‘till they’ve eaten their breakfast, Tony blessing him each time, sometimes following up with a sweet term of endearment or a quick kiss pressed to his cheek or hand.

They’re about to load the dishwater when Clint enters the kitchen, seemingly in a good mood, if the way his face is lit up is anything to go by. “Morning, lovebirds,” he says as he pours himself some coffee from the pot. “You feeling any better today, Cap?” he asks and takes a sip from the mug.

“I am, thanks,” Steve says, happy that Clint cared to ask. He quickly furrows his brows, though, because how would Clint know he had been sick? “How do you— weren’t you on a mission this past week?” Steve asks confusedly. He hadn’t been at the press conference yesterday, and he’d already been gone for a few days when Steve started coming down with his cold.

“I was, yeah. Came back late last night.”

That just makes Steve even more confused. “Then— then how did you know I’ve been sick?”

Clint frowns at him, looking just as confused as Steve feels. “Haven’t you...” he trails off, seemingly stumped. “You’re all over-“

“All over our group chat,” Tony cuts in hurriedly, interrupting Clint. “I made a text chain to let the team know you were under the weather. ‘Be nice to Steve, he’s sick’ and that sort of stuff,” he laughs nervously, glancing between Steve, whose expression has softened slightly, and Clint who’s still gaping at him.

Tony widens his eyes and cock his head at Clint when Steve goes back to filling the dishwater, mouthing get out now that Steve’s not looking.

Clint catches on, or at least he gets the impression he should just leave, because he quickly turns on his heels, mug in hand and exits the room. “Well, have a nice day,” he calls over his shoulder when he walks through the door.

“That was... odd, don’t you think?” Steve says, closing the dishwater and leaning against the counter.

Tony shrugs. “It’s Barton,” he says simply, as if that would explain the strange encounter. It makes enough sense to Steve, at least, because he just mirrors Tony and shrugs as well.

“I guess you’re right. Do you still have my phone, by the way? I should check my emails,” he says, looking around the kitchen to see if Tony put in somewhere in here.

Tony stills for a second before stammering out a, “N-no! No... I think it’s in the living room, but, uh, maybe you should take a day off,” he splutters, suddenly looking uncomfortable. “You know, just to make sure you’re not working yourself too hard when you’re sick.”

Steve smiles at Tony’s concern. “I’m feeling a lot better, thanks to you, so I think I’ll be good to look through a couple emails.”

Tony swallows around nothing, then clears his throat. “Okay,” he mumbles. “If you’re sure. Just... maybe you should stay off social media today. I think it’s best to give yourself a break from all that, especially when you’re still just getting better.” Tony winces at how illogical that sounded, and Steve picks up on it, too, because the frown on his face has returned and he look just as perplexed as before, if not more.

After a couple of seconds of uneasy silence, Steve sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Tony, what is going on? Why is everyone acting to weird?” He might be a pretty face and all, but Steve isn’t stupid. He can tell when something’s off, even if he subconsciously tries to ignore it.

Tony holds his breath for a moment, then exhales defeatedly and pulls out his phone. “You’re gonna hate this,” he mutters under his breath and hands the device to Steve, who takes a look at the screen.

Aww, poor Steve, he looks so tired and cute when he’s all sick and sneezy #GodBlessAmerica

I never thought I’d call a sneeze hot, but damn, the way cap flexed his bicep when he sneezed was h a w t!! #GodBlessAmerica

I thought he couldn’t get sick anymore? #GodBlessAmerica

Okay, but captain america sneezing is actually adorable #GodBlessAmerica

Steve lets out a noise that sounded like a mix between a frustrated groan and a pained whimper. So apparently he’s now a number one trending topic on Twitter… great.

He slides the phone onto the kitchen counter, the screen facing downwards so he couldn’t see Tony’s Twitter-feed. Burrowing his face in his hands, he sighs fretfully. “Why?” he mumbles, the sound muffled by his palms. “Why? This is the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever experienced.”

When he emerges from hiding his face, he pouts, then sniffles when a warm, tingling sensation starts at the back of his nose. He scrunches up his entire face in an attempt to fight off the sneeze, but it’s useless.

Tony looks at him fondly and pats his back when he raises his arm to catch a rush of sneezes.

“huh’UTSSchhh! ehhIIShhoo! uhTSC’uhh!“

He keeps his nose and mouth covered for a few seconds, waiting to see if the lingering itch will actually turn into anything more than that. It doesn’t, not right away at least, and instead he just snuffles into the soft material of his hoodie. “Ugh... sorry, I’mb such a mbess.”

The sneezes seem to have re-established the congestion, and Steve fumbles with the tissue box that’s in the countertop, pulling out a couple.

“Bless you,” Tony says warmly. “You’re just a little sick, honey.”

“A sick mess, then,” Steve says into the tissue, and he looks a little bashful when he has to blow his nose, turning away from Tony.

Tony leans in to press a kiss to Steve’s shoulder before reaching around him to grab his phone. Unlocking it, he reopens Twitter and starts scrolling. He doesn’t get to read more than a few tweets before Steve’s large hand covers the screen.

“Don’t look at that,” he whines. “It’s horrible.” Steve knows he sounds petulant and childish, but he’s too annoyed to care.

Tony chuckles, though, which makes him even more annoyed, and Steve huffs, not understanding why Tony is suddenly laughing at him. When Tony catches Steve’s glare, he just smiles.

“They’re not so bad,” Tony shrugs. Steve rolls his eyes and start to pull away. “Hey, they could’ve been a lot worse. Most of these are either just people being concerned or saying how cute you look, which I wholeheartedly agree with.”

Steve hesitantly removes his hand and peeks over Tony’s shoulder as he continues going through the trending topic.

Most them are actually quite sweet, Steve has to admit, and he even finds himself smiling at a few of them.

“See, that’s cute,” Tony says, pointing to a tweet that reads,

I hope our precious bean remembers to take care of himself and get plenty of rest and drink lots of tea. @tonystark pls give @captsteverogers all the cuddles! #GodBlessAmerica

Steve hums, the corners of his mouth quirking upwards as he nuzzles his nose into Tony’s hair. Then a video pops into view, and Tony scrolls past it, but Steve is curious and asks Tony to go back up.

“What’s that?” he points to the video.

Tony taps on it, and footage of Steve at the press conference yesterday pops up. The camera is zoomed in on him, and Steve immediately recognizes the scene.

At first it’s just the nose rubbing and consistent throat-clearing, but 20 seconds into the video, though, a familiar melody starts playing in the background, and Steve sighs. He’s so tired of hearing Star Spangled Man being played in any situation let alone this one. The rest of the recording basically just shows all of Steve’s sneezes, the almost-sneezes, and coughs with the underlying music, and that’s really all Steve remembers, because he wants to pretend he never saw that video as soon as it’s over.

“I know I was just starting to accept this but I take it back. This is horrible,” Steve groans. He tries to take the phone out of Tonys hand, and he would probably delete the Twitter-app if he got the chance to do so.

Tony clutches it to his chest, though, and shakes his head at Steve. “Look, I know you think this sucks, I thought so, too, the first time. But come on, Steve, it’s funny,” he claims, smiling while saying it. “Besides, look at all your fans! They adore you, they just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“What do you mean you thought so too?”

“Uh, sorry—?” Tony blinks at Steve, brow furrowed.

“You said you thought it sucked the first time too. What did you mean by that?”

Tony exhales, laughs a little, at turns to look into Steve’s eyes. “You think none of my sneezes have been caught on camera?” He asks, raising his eyebrows.

Steve doesn’t know how to answer. He just looks blankly at Tony, like he’s still not quite sure what Tony’s trying to say.

“There are numerous compilation videos of me sneezing on the internet,” the brunette explains. “Interviews, press conferences, talk shows, even just videos of me walking down the street. But that’s what you get for being a public figure. They sometimes catch you at the worst moments. God, the amount of content they must have of me sneezing through all of allergy season would be truly astonishing—“

Steve chuckles a little, tightening his arms around Tony.

“— and yeah, it’s a little embarrassing at first, but looking back on it, it’s actually quite funny.”

“I really don’t see how you can find that funny, babe,” Steve says, smiling and shaking his head at Tony.

Tony seems to take that as a challenge and quickly goes to YouTube, typing something into the search bar.

“Tony, I don’t—“ Steve doesn’t accept the phone when Tony tries to hand it to him.

“Come on, Steve, just watch it.”

Steve sighs and takes the phone. The video is about 2 and a half minutes long and just like Tony had said, there’re videos of him sneezing in a variety of different settings: some at a talk show Steve can’t remember the name of, some at a some sort of conference, a couple of Tony walking through Central Park. There is even one of him right after a battle, still wearing the Iron Man armour but with his helmet off.

“They’re different now,” Steve comments when the video ends.

“Sorry?” Tony says, not understanding what Steve meant. “What’s different?”

Steve’s lips quirk upwards. “Your sneezes. They’re different. Now you always lean away from however you’re talking to, and you always excuse yourself beforehand...” Steve smiles bashfully, realizing he knows all these small details about Tony that are so obscure but so clear in Steve’s mind.

Tony smiles too, probably realizing the same thing. “That kinda sounds like someone I know... I think you’re rubbing off on me, Rogers,” he says and stands on his tiptoes to reach Steve’s cheek with his lips.

Steve leans into the soft touch of warmth and returns the gesture with a kiss to Tony’s forehead.

“I kinda get what you meant about it being cute when I sneeze, though” Steve mumbles into Tony’s hair after a few moments of silence.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah... You looked adorable in that video, with your face all scrunched up like that.”

That makes Tony laugh, makes his eyes gleam and crinkle slightly at the corners. Then Tony’s eyes draw away from Steve’s and move further down his face until his gaze reaches the pink tip of Steve’s nose. With a mischievous look, he leans up to place a delicate peck right on the centre of it. His lips barely touch Steve before his nose twitches and he has to duck his head into his shoulder.

“hehhIIssh! tchSH!”

Wasting no time, Tony takes Steve’s face in both of his hands, pulling him down into a deep, eager kiss before mumbling against Steve’s lips, “God bless America.”

[thefuzzydarkness]

She woke up to the sound of her alarm clock practically screaming at her. She looked at the time and sighed. She had to get up. She'd already used up all her "5 more minutes" and "just a little longers". She sat up and immediately regretted it. The room was spinning around her and a sharp pain shot through her temples. She walked into the bathroom and groaned when she looked in the mirror. She had deep bags under her eyes, her face was pale, and her cheeks were flushed. In short she looked like hammered shit. "hh..Iiittcchuu Iittchhu...ugh" She grabbed some toilet paper and blew her nose which she now noticed was partially clogged. She quickly did her makeup and threw her hair into a low ponytail before changing into her uniform. Hoping this was a problem caffeine could solve she downed a cup of coffee. It did help her headache a little but it made her throat feel dry and itchy. She scrambled to grab the last of her things and got into the car. Through some miracle (and much speeding) she managed to get to work on time. She was just clocking in when her boss said "Hey, glad you're here. I need you to take over for Sam on drive-thru. He's gotta leave early." She nodded but groaned internally. Normally she wouldn't mind doing drive-thru but her throat was already in pain. Not to mention the cold air that would blow in her face every time she opened the window. She pulled her jacket tighter around her and walked over to Sam. "Hey *snf* I'm taking over. Give me the headset." Sam smiled and handed her the headset.  "Yes! I didn't think they'd actually let me leave early!! I'm getting so fucked up tonight!" 

"What's the occasion?"

"It's my little brother's 21st! I'm gonna show him all my favorite spots! Tonight is gonna be unforgettable!" She laughed. "Well, have a drink for me and be safe."

"Will do! And thanks for taking over for me. I owe ya one." She nodded

"I'll hold you to it *snf*"

The headset dinged. "And so it begins."

She pushed the button to talk. "Hi there! What can i…*snf* Sorry, what can I get for you?" She rubbed her nose trying to stave off the tickle. "I'll have a double cheeseburger combo, no pickles with a fry and a coke."

"Would you like to make that...that a...Iittchhu ittchuu...excuse me would you like to make that a large today?" 

"No thanks."

"Alright I'll have your total at the second *snf* window please drive around." This did not bode well for the rest of the day. It felt like there wasn't one order that she didn't sneeze or cough through. And the amount of people telling her to "speak up" as she was losing her voice was going to drive her insane. She couldn't find any tissues so she'd been blowing her nose into paper towels making it red and agitated. The headset dinged again "Hi there bay I take your order?" A familiar voice came through the speaker. "Hi it's Judy you know what I want." 

"We've got you Biss Judy! Cobe od up!" Ms. Judy was one of her favorite customers. She'd been coming here for years and was an absolute sweetheart.

"How ya doig today Biss Judy?"

"I'm doing good, how are you?"

"I'b doig… Iittchhu ii..iittCHU..scuse be *snf* I'b doig ok." 

"Sounds like quite a nasty cold you've got there."

"I'b ok really I.." Ms.Judy stuck her hand through the window and touched her forehead.

"You definitely have a fever hun. You should be in bed." She shrugged

"As buch as I'd love that I doubt they'll...ittchu Iittchhu *snf*...let be leave." She coughed into her elbow and Ms. Judy winced at the sound.

"Well I hope you feel better sweetie take care." 

"Thagks."

Not five minutes later her boss came to the back window.

"Hey we had a customer complain that you're too sick to work is that true?"

Her voice came out as no more than a croak. "I'b fide really. I cad't afford to biss… Iittchhu Iittchhuu ItttCHU ITTCCHHUU…" She blew her nose and looked up at her boss whose face had turned from annoyed to concerned. He tapped another employee on the shoulder "Take over drive-thru for a minute." She gave up her headset and followed him into the office. "This is just great." She thought. They entered the small office and he shut the door behind her. He pulled out one of those thermometers that go into your ear. "Turn your head to the side." She did as instructed. 

"102.5. Jeez girl I'm surprised you aren't melting. Why didn't you just call in or tell me you weren't feeling well?"

Without warning she burst into tears.

 "I'b sorry it's just *snf* I cad barely afford redt as it is. School is cobing up sood it's all happedig at odce." She started coughing again and he rubbed her back. He'd worked with her for years but he'd never seen her break down like this. She was usually so strong and cheerful. Always willing to come in early or stay late. Come to think of it he couldn't think of one time she'd even asked to leave early let alone called in. "Hey it's ok. I'm sorry all of this is happening but you've got to take care of yourself too. You're not going to do anyone any good if you pass out or let this turn into pneumonia. Now I'm going to take over drive-thru and you are going to go home and rest. Do you work tomorrow?" She nodded "*snf* By dext day off is Friday." 

 "Well I don't want you coming in until your fevers been gone for at least twenty four hours. Do you think you can drive yourself home or do you have someone who can come get you?"

She paused "I'b pretty sure I cad...hold on...Iittchhu iittCHU ugh sorry… I'b pretty sure I cad drive. I dod't live too far." He grabbed a box of tissues from under his desk and handed it to her "Well, take this with you. As your boss I'm ordering you to go home, eat some soup, and get some rest." She smiled, "Cad do sir." 

"Good now get out of my office before you get me and half the staff sick." She nodded and started to leave. She turned back "Sir?"

"Yes?"

"Thagk you… for everythig." 

"I'm always here to help." With that she clocked out and rushed to her car the promise of a warm bed calling her name.

The End

[pbandjesse]

I was kind of a mess today. But last night was so fun. The show we went to see was so funny. It was paet installation, part performance, part participatory, and part clownery. Both me and James got to be volenteers and come on stage. There was confetti and it was great. I also really enjoyed talking to the performer after. He was very nice and fun to talk to. And then we came home. It was a really fun date.

But my back started hurting again and i couldn't lay down. I was almost in tears it hurt so much. It wasnt fun at all.

Eventually I was able to fall asleep but I had bad dreams. It wasn't fun. And getting up this morning wasnt fun. But I did get up snf hsve breakfast pie with James. But I felt bad and I couldn't shake it. James is really suppirtive but I hate feeling like I'm a lump. He finally convinced me to go lay back down.

And i fell asleep before be left for work.

I woke up around 1130 and while I didnt feel great i did feel better. I had a snack and put on clothes. I washed my face and started working on art.

I didnt get lesson stuff done. I'll try that tomorrow. But I did get art stuff accomplished. I cleaned and baked the giveaway prizes. I msee a sculpture for my student. I decided to make Remix, the new furby, into a puppy. Made my first owo mouth. Which i used a candle to heat an xacto blade and then sanded and filed it. Im really happy with him.

I decided to make a fort over the studio ravioli and it's really cozy. I may add more fabric. And maybe some string lights. But its an excellent hiding space.

I wandered around the apsrtment for a while. I did a face mask with Jess. She was doing one up in new york so I did one at the same time. I refolded the clothes I packed. I decided what I still needed from the laundry that well do tomorrow. And then I laid down.

I started feeling bad. My allergies and everything had me in a fog. Eventually James came home and we hung out a little. He went to go sit for a while before he decided to rub to the store for a pepper and onion to make us tex mex.

While he was gone I took a bath. It helped. And eating helped a lot. I felt a lot better after we had dinner and I got thr energy to go make a little suit for Pascal for the wedding this weekend. Im really proud of it!!

I also got the show card for the gallery show this weekend and I'm really excited about it. Im looking forward to this weekend.

James is in the other playing guitar. And I had to stop writing for a little because he played a song that made me cry. I love him so much. Im going to go bother him.

Tomorrow I hope to paint and then work at the school. Im looking forward to seeing the kids.

I hope you all have a great night. Sleep well everyone.

[river-r1t3s]

sickie: Johnny

caretaker: nct127 (especially Mark)

{I’m sorry if the inducing wasn’t what was initially wanted}

I woke up feeling stiff and cold. I wasn’t actually sure if that’s why I woke up, or it’s just something I noticed now that I was awake. But I did know that I needed to sneeze. And I didn’t want to bother my roommates so i tried to move to the bathroom as quietly as possible. I shut the door, and took some toilet paper and pressed it over my nose, “hhshiiu-hhchii- hhtchiie-” I blew my nose, which proved to be quite painful. I winced slightly and tossed the used tissues in the trash, I was still tired, but I didn’t quite feel like going to sleep quite yet, so I went to the living room and sat down on the couch, I pulled out my phone and began scrolling through instagram, laughing at NCTzen’s comments.

no one’s p.o.v

Mark woke up before the other members, which wasn’t unusual for him. he went towards the kitchen room, but froze, hearing sound coming from the living room. He redirected himself towards the living room where he saw Johnny sitting on the couch, the American was bent forward muffling cute high pitched sneezes into a tissue. Mark walked into the living room, and stood by the couch while he waited for Johnny to finish. After what seemed like a full minute Johnny stopped, he blew his nose, taking another few tissues out. “bless you” Mark said, unintentionally scaring Johnny. “thanks” his voice was laced with congestion. “you okay hyung?” Mark asked, sitting on the arm rest of the couch, Johnny shrugged, “I don’t know if I’m sick or if my rhinitis is just particularly bad today, but I’ve just been really sneezy today.”

“Are you just sneezy or do you have other symptoms” Johnny shrugged, he didn’t really like being doted on, especially by Mark, not just because he was younger, but because he is his best friend, and he didn’t want to be burdensome towards him. Mark placed his hand on Johnny’s forehead, “you have a bit of a fever hyung” Johnny half shrugged, “do you feel sick?”

“n-hhtchii- hhtchii- hhchi- etchii- no”

“bless you, are you sure?” Mark stared into Johnny’s eyes, they’d been friends long enough to know when the other was lying. Johnny looked away, “yeah, I feel a bit sick, I have a headache and I’m cold” Mark nodded, he knew Johnny couldn’t lie to him for long. Mark took the blanket off the back of the couch and tossed it over his friend’s shoulders. “Have you taken anything?” he asked, he got no response, so he glanced over at Johnny, who was staring straight ahead, his eyelashes fluttering and his mouth lightly open, when he suddenly twisted to the side with two kittenish sneezes. “bless you!” Johnny thanked him, taking a few tissues out of the box, “you sneeze like a kitten” Mark commented to Johnny, who rolled his eyes and looked embarrassed. “It’s not a bad thing” he quickly assured his friend, who just shrugged, “to answer your question, no I haven’t taken anything.” Mark nodded, “Ok, I’ll get something for you” Johnny tried to thank him, but his breath hitched and he sneezed again. Mark blessed him, before leaving.

Around the same time the other members began to wake up, and Jaehyun and Taeyong came down around the same time, both shocked to see Johnny sitting on the couch, a small pile of tissues growing next to him. “are you okay?” Johnny got startled, (again) he turned to his members and nodded, at that moment Mark returned from the kitchen, medicine in one hand, a glass of water in the other, “here you go hyung” Taeyong and Jaehyun looked at each other then at Mark and Johnny, “are you sick?” Jaehyun asked Johnny, who looked about to deny the comment, but after making eye contact with Mark he nodded, “yeah, I w-hh-h-hhtchii- etchi- hhtchhi- snf woke up this morning and was sick” he explained, Taeyong nodded, and glanced at Mark who nodded, showing that johnny was being truthful. “and honestly, the worst part is the sneezing, I don’t actually feel that sick” Johnny explained, right after he sneezed twice. “Bless you” the others said, he thanked them, and took the medicine Mark had brought in. Coughing lightly as the pill tickled his throat. “your sneeze is cute” Jaehyun said, the comment shocked Johnny, but Jaehyun said it so casually, as if it was the most normal thing ever. “thanks, I think”

~2 hours later~

Johnny had to admit, if he didn’t have a fever he’d honestly think it was just allergies, because his only symptom was sneezing, and a bit of achiness. The other members were all awake by this point. Most of them had the day off, only Doyoung and Taeil had vocal training. Haechan had opted to spend the day with Dreamies, orignally Mark was planning to go, but he didn’t want to leave his sick best friend alone. Jaehyun,  

Jungwoo, Yuta, Taeyong, and Mark all stayed to take care of Johnny. Mark kept telling Yuta how cute Johnny's sneeze was, Yuta agreed, obviously, I mean the tallest member had the tiniest, cutest, kitten sneeze. But Yuta was honestly getting a bit tired of hearing it. "Mark, if you think it's so cute why don't you just make him sneeze" Mark looked at him like he was crazy, but Yuta could see the younger's brain going into overdrive as he thought about what the Japanese member had said. Mark only knew one thing that made Johnny sneeze, and that was mint. Johnny discovered this after eating a candy cane at Christmas years before. Mark wasn't sure what he could do with that, so he went to Jaehyun. "Hey hyung?" Jaehyun looked up, "do we have any mint candles" Jaehyun just stared at the Canadian. "Mint candles?" "Yeah" "Why?" Mark looked a bit embarrassed, "because Johnny will sneeze... It's cute" his voice trailed off as he spoke. "I don't know if we have mint candles, but maybe mint tea, that way he can clear out his nose while taking care of his throat" Mark nodded, heading to the kitchen, putting the water on the stove. Jungwoo came in and saw Mark, "making tea for Johnny?" Mark nodded, reaching up grab the box that they kept the tea bags in. Jungwoo watched and saw Mark pull out a mint one. "Doesn't mint make Johnny sneeze?" Mark nodded, "that's kinda the point. Besides the fact that his sneeze is cute, it will also help clear his nose out" Jungwoo nodded, made sense to him. Mark brought out the tea once it was done, Johnny caught one whiff of the mint and his nose began tingling, "hetchi- etshi- hh- hhtcHhi-hhtshii- hhitchii" A collective "Bless you" came from the other members. Johnny gave a questioning look to Mark, "Mark, you know mint makes me sneeze right?" Mark nodded, "It'll help clear your nose out" Yuta gave him an exhasperated side eye. "Why else?" Yuta prompted, Mark blushed, "your sneeze is cute" Johnny blushed, "you actually think it's cute?" Mark nodded, Johnny was surprised, "actually we kinda all do" Yuta admitted, Johnny was shocked as the others nodded in agreement, "really? I've always thought it sounds strange, and I've been embarrassed by it." He explained, "you shouldn't be! It's adorable!!" Mark exclaimed, his best friend looked embarrassed, but also flattered. "Thank you" he sniffled, taking a sip of the tea, and right away turned away and clamped a sweater paw over his nose, "Hhtchi- itcchi- hhitchi- eektchi- hhktchiie" "Bless you" the others cooed at Johnny, who's pink nose made him seem so young and cute. Johnny was sick for the next few days, but no matter how much he insisted he was fine and it was just sneezing, his members had him rest and endlessly doted on him. 

hi river! Welcome! I have so many requests 🤣 please pick whatever you feel most comfortable with!

sick sneezy Johnny Suh (NCT) who rarely sneezes so his members induce him sneakily and it results in tiny kitten sneezes that has all the members cooing and Johnny embarrassed but feeling loved.

little space DK(seventeen) he slips really young because he's sick and can't take care of himself so his members step in even if they get sneezed on

Sick scoups who doesn't know when to stop working but eventually he gets pushed over the edge and let's his members care for him

Thank you and welcome!!❤

because this is three separate requests I will post this and then reblog the post whenever I post the request.

[softsnzstuff]

Sicktember Day 6 - Sick on Vacation

@sicktember Day 6

Prompt: Sick on Vacation / paired with an ask: Streamer Steve and Eddie at a convention? Steve has a cold but was insistent on coming to meet his fans, he even made little signed photo cards for the first few people. Eddie makes him wear a mask and follows him around, doting on him during the entire day. Has tissues, cough drops, and water for him 🥹

Fandom: Stranger Things, streamer AU

Word Count: 2.6k

CW: None

“Are you sure you don’t just want to cancel?” Eddie pressed.

Steve had been booked to come out to StreamCon in San Francisco this weekend to livestream, meet fans, and do a few panels.

Steve folded a shirt and added it to the suitcase, “No, Eddie, I told you already. The fans would be so disappointed and I already made snFF some signed cards for the first 25.”

“Steve you’ve had this stupid cold for like three days…” Eddie’s voice now tiptoed into concerned territory.

“Yeah snF, three days already it should be practically gone by thehhh-”

“Bless you!”

“HEH ISSSSH! Tisssssh! EHH’ktchEW!”

The last sneeze had been messier than anticipated. Eddie grabbed a couple tissues from the box and handed them to Steve who still had a wrist in front of his face.

“Christ Stevie, what am I gonna do with you?” Eddie scolded slightly, “You should wear a mask when you’re meeting fans since that was more than a little disgusting.”

“Already planni’g od it.” Steve mumbled from behind the tissues.

**

The next day, the boys were at the airport waiting to board the flight to SF. Steve insisted on lunch and Eddie insisted on Burger King.

“Smile Steve!” Eddie laughed as he snapped a photo with his phone.

Eddie tapped away at the screen for a minute and then held the phone at arms length to show Steve what he’d posted.

“Who’s sick, a streamer and coming to a city near you? If you guessed Steve and live in San Francisco - it’s your lucky day! Be prepared to wash your hands a LOT ! Steve is like. Super gross rn.”

“Great Tha’gks. Really captured m’by charmb…”

Eddie laughed as the worker called order 86 and they collected their food.

The four hour flight was pretty uneventful. Steve was asleep, restless against Eddie’s shoulder in business class. every now and then, the older of the two would reach over and pull the younger closer to him, rubbing his arm to comfort him.

The rest of their evening was filled spent checking into their hotel and going out to find some early dinner so Steve could rest before StreamCon started tomorrow. They settled on a small Mexican restaurant.

When they’d finished eating, Eddie noticed one of the waitresses staring at them. He chuckled and ushered her over with a smile.

“Oh my gosh, hi. Sorry I didn’t want to interrupt you guys but I’m a big fan of Steve’s streams.”

A huge smile crossed Steve’s face. “I’d shake your hand, but I’m a bit sick this week. What’s your name?”

“I’m Cassie! I’m actually coming to StreamCon tomorrow! I requested the day off MONTHS ago!” She exclaimed. She couldn’t be any older than 22.

“It’s so nice to meet you Cassie. I’ll see you tomorrow alright?”

The girl nodded enthusiastically with a “thank you”.

“Take care, love.” Eddie said. He was always soft with Steve’s fans. He popped into some streams every now and again - enough that the fans knew who he was.

Eddie glanced over to Steve who was coughing into his shirt collar.

“Let’s head back to the hotel. You sound like you need some rest.” Eddie suggested, Steve nodding tiredly in agreement.

**

Eddie woke up at 8am the next morning. Steve was still snoring beside him, so Eddie quietly left the bed and hopped in the hotel shower, letting the warm spray wake him up.

“Hey sleepy,” Eddie placed a hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder and kissed his forehead, “Today’s your big day.”

“Wha times’it?” Steve groaned.

“It’s almost 8:30.”

Steve groaned again, triggering a cough that Eddie didn’t like the sound of.

“Why don’t you take a shower. Might help with some of the congestion.”

Steve nodded sleepily and slowly got up, grabbing his outfit for the day and then heading into the bathroom.

The younger man turned on the water, stepped inside and breathed in the steam, immediately feeling the shift in his sinuses.

“AGKTchew! Tsschiew! Snfff SNF EHH’ktchEW!!”

He sniffled for a minute as he applied and then rinsed the shampoo from his hair.

“TSSSCHEW!”

On the other side of the door, Eddie winced. Steve definitely sounded worse for wear this morning. Thinking ahead, the long haired man had packed a small Fanny pack that had tissues and cough drops. He packed it away for the moment just as Steve opened the bathroom door, a small steam cloud billowing out. Steve emerged, drying his hair with a towel.

“-ssCHEW!”

“Bless you! How are you feeling babe?”

“Ummb..” He coughed, “Ndot great but uh… I’ll be okay.”he did up the top buttons of his shirt and kissed Eddie on the cheek.

Twenty minutes of hair drying, hair styling, and putting on rings (for Eddie), they were out the door ubering to the convention center. They were dropped off at the special backstage door for guests only.

“Hi Steve, Eddie! Thanks so much for coming. We’re just wrapping up the opening ceremony and people will be on the floor soon. I think we’re going to start with some photo ops if that’s alright?” The woman had a managerial vibe about her.

“Sure.” They both nodded.

“Alright, follow me please.”

She led them down a corridor that led to some double doors. She opened them and it led them out behind a curtained area where the photo ops would be held.

“I’ll have you guys in booth B for now. This is Tracy and she’ll be your handler for the day.”

“Nice to meet you guys! Everyone is so excited to see you, Steve.” Tracy was a mid 20’s Asian woman with an artistic air about her. She seemed lighthearted and fun. “So we’ve got about ten minutes before the attendees start lining up, is it okay for the photographer to get a few test shots?”

“Sure! I’ll just stand here?” Steve pointed at a tape ‘X’ on the floor. “Eddie?”

“They’re not here for me, man. This is allll you, big boy.”Eddie smirked and took a seat on a stool just out of frame, near where the attendees would be exiting.

“Alright Mr.Harrington, my names Greg and I’ll be the photographer. If you could just look right here for me… aaaaaaand big smiles!”

The flash went off, bouncing off the light reflectors all over the room.

“And one more please Steve.”

Once more the flash went off and Steve could feel a prickle in his nose.

“Heh-issssh! Hhhh heh’Tisssh!”

“Bless you! Sorry my lights can have that effect sometimes.” Greg joked. He was an older man in his 40’s and was very near bald but very friendly.

“Steve-” Eddie called over now that Greg was done with his test shots.

Steve walked over towards Eddie to see him wearing a Fanny pack and holding out a tissue. He choked back a laugh as he swiped the tissue.

“Is that a fandy pack Mudsond? Where?? Why???”

“It’s full of the good stuff for you today, don’t question it!”

Steve blew his nose and tossed the tissue in the trash can to Eddie, looking a little unsure of what to do with his hands.

“Are you looking for this?” Eddie asked, holding up an industrial sized bottle of hand sanitizer.

“Actually yeah.” Steve cupped his hands and held them out while Eddie squirted some into his hands.

“I’m on sanitizer duty for the fans now.” He smiled.

“Sorry to interrupt Steve, the attendees are lining up whenever you’re ready.” Tracy had left a few minutes ago and was now poking her head back through the curtain.

“Yeah, go ahead and send them in!” Steve resumed his spot on the X as two more volunteers filed in, one at the curtain to let them in, and the other by Steve to help get them in the photos.

A chorus of screams rang out as mostly late teen to early twenties girls came in, a few dudes in there as well.

“Oh my god STEEEEEEVE!! HES HERE!”

“Okay my love, you’re first.” The volunteer ushered her over to stand next to Steve.

“Hi, I’m Steve. It’s so nice to meet you.” He greeted her.

“Thanks for coming!! I know you’re not feeling well. Can I have a hug?”

“Sure.”

Steve wrapped his arms around the girl as Greg snapped the photo.

“Come get some sanitizer, darling!” Eddie called as she exited frame.

“OH MY GOD EDDIE!!” Eddie laughed as multiple girls screamed, only noticing him sitting in the corner when he spoke.

Steve managed to get through a a good twenty photos or so before his nose once again got the better of him.

“Hi! What’s your nahhh - IKT’chEW! Excuse me. What’s your name?”

Steve twisted to the side to sneeze and walked over to Eddie for some more sanitizer before returning to the X.

“Bless you! I’m David. I saw Eddie’s post,” the boy looked to Eddie who smirked, “how are you feeling?”

“I’ll level with you, man, I’ve been better, but I’m having such a great time meeting you all.”

The boy nodded and asked to recreate their characters’ poses from the game and collected his squirt of sanitizer on the way out.

Another 50 people come and go, a few of the girls in their 20’s asking Eddie to join their photo, which he happily does, throwing up the rock n roll hand!

“Ahhhhhh thank you Eddieeeeeee! Thanks Steveeeeee!” They squee as they run out, remembering to collect sanitizer from Eddie.

The girls leave and Steve turns away, pulling the neck of his shirt over his face.

“AK’tchEW! TsssCHUH! Snfff H’NYesshEW!!”

Tracy steps to the side, getting a message in her earpiece. “Steve they’re asking if you’d like a break before we start autographs?”

“I um- TSSSCHEW! Fuck!”

“I think a break would be great Tracy, thank you.” Eddie steps in, standing up and putting a hand on Steve’s back. He was doubled over gearing up for another couple sneezes.

Greg, taking use of his break as well, steps out to give them some privacy. The volunteers following.

Eddie had pulled some tissues out of his Fanny pack and held them up for Steve.

“H’MPTssch!” Steve’s chest expanded as he inhaled suddenly. “Hehh H’AESSSH!”

“Bless you! Damn. That sounded like it hurt…” Eddie handed off the tissues to Steve who started cleaning himself up.

“That’s because it did hurt.” Steve winced rubbing at his throat.

“Here babe.” Eddie unzipped the Danny pack and pulled out a cough drop for Steve.

“You’re the best.”

“Told you I had the good stuff.” Eddie winked and rubbed some sanitizer on his hands. “You want a hit?” He quirked an eyebrow at Steve who nodded and he squirted some for his boyfriend.

“Im gonna go wash my hands actually.” Steve said as he left the curtained area, Eddie in tow.

**

The table for autographs was behind a curtain, trying to give a little privacy, though both Eddie and Steve were aware it was slightly see-through. Fans were already lined up on the other side chatting amongst themselves as volunteers explained how it would work.

Steve was really thankful they had waters already at the table for him. He took a greedy swig and then pulled out the special cards he had made and signed for the first 25 fans.

“Stevie don’t forget-”

“Mask, right. I got it.” Steve pulled out a disposable surgical mask and slipped the loops around his ears.

“Good boy.” Eddie grabbed Steve’s head with both hands and pulled him in for a kiss on the forehead.

Steve rubbed his hands with some sanitizer before gesturing for Tracy to start letting them in. A controlled trickle of fans made their way behind the curtain, giggling with excitement when they could see them.

The first was a group of three girls - about 18. They were all cosplaying as their characters. Steve started signing some of their things, “Wow, guys those costumes are incredible. Did you make them?” He asked.

One girl nodded frantically, tears forming in her eyes. Steve glanced at Eddie, who made a sympathetic face. Steve reached across the table and took her hand. “Hey it’s okay, what’s your name?”

“Julia!” She choked out.

He looked up to get her to meet his eyes. “Julia how about I sign this for you okay?”

Her two friends shrieked. “She’s been watching your streams since you had short hair!!”

Eddie snorted from his seat.

“Oh Jesus…and you still stuck around? Well thank you for your support Julia it means a lot to me.”

“Ohmygodthankyou!” She screamed as her and her friends started to walk away. She turned to one and said “OMG IM NEVER WASHING THIS HAND AGAIN!!!”

Eddie cupped his hands around his mouth to make a megaphone, “PLEASE wash your hands! Steve is SO gross right now!”

Some of the fans chuckled, familiar with Eddie’s humor. Steve just elbowed him as the next several people slid through. Quite a few guys had the case of their game signed. A few had prop swords or costume pieces.

A bigger group of girls mid 20’s came up to the table and started chatting up Eddie while Steve finished signing for a little boy.

“Hey Eddie! We’re so glad you came too!”

“Who me? I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Eddie joked. “I’m just here to dote on my favorite princess.” He leaned towards Steve and smiled. Steve would’ve flipped him the bird if there wasn’t an eight year old and his mom standing in front of him.

“Thanks bud, you have a grehhh a great dayyy..”

“Here he goes again…” Eddie teased for the girls.

Despite wearing his mask, Steve turned away,“ihh’TKtchEW! hehh-NGK’tchIEW! snffSNF isssCHIEW!”

“Bless you bless you bless you.” Eddie opened his Fanny pack and handed a couple of tissues to Steve, who started tending to his nose using his mask as a shield.

The girls “awwww”ed at the whole ordeal.

“Sorry! How are you all doing?” Steve turned his attention from his nose to the girls in front of him while signing their things.

“Better than you it sounds like.” One of the girls said.

“We saw Eddie’s post yesterday. Just wanted to bring you these.” Another girl added, placing a small bag on the table.

“Aw you shouldn’t have.” Steve cooed, looking inside. He chuckled when he saw it was a box of tissues. “Thank you, I’ll treasure it dearly.”

“Looks like someone’s already got you covered.” The third girl glanced at Eddie who smiled.

“Great minds think alike, eh?” He reached out and gave the girl a fist bump.

Eddie motioned to Tracy to pause the line for a short break after these girls. Steve was wrapping up signing their fanart and handed each of them one of his special cards that he prepared.

“Thank you so much Steve! We hope you feel better!”

Steve clasped his hands together and smiled gently, “Thank you!”

He sighed and leaned back in his chair after the girls had left the curtained area.

“Think you’re up for another six hours of this?” Eddie asked, resting a hand on his shoulder.

“Mmmm yeah I think I’ll be alright.”

“Okay. I’m gonna get you some tea and come back.” Eddie stood up and gave the shoulder a squeeze.

Steve took another sip of water and cleared his throat before giving Tracy a tired thumbs up to resume the line.

“Hi! Nice to meet you guys, I’m Steve-”

[sneezytay-blog]

Always

Adam smiled to himself as he watched Taylor walking out of the plane, making his way to him. It had been one month, one month since she had gone to Europe on tour  and, even though they had been talking and facetiming every time they could, time differences made it hard, and he had missed her more than ever. They had talked on the phone that morning before she jumped on the plane and she´d sounded a little down, she wasn´t feeling very good, said she was coming down with a bit of a cold, so he went to pick her up as a surprise, and was ready to take her home to have a nice and relaxing weekend cuddling together before she had to go back touring. He had a show in Vegas scheduled, but besides that, they could spend all their time together in bed.

She saw him and the biggest smile formed in her face, she was definitly not expecting him to be here, and she went straight to his arms

“God, I missed you so much baby” He told her as he wrapped his arms around her in a strong hug

“Hmm, bissed you so buch *snff*” She answered congested, voice muffled in the crook of his neck “This whole bonth was dor-*snghff* torture” She broke the hug and gave her nose a small blow

“My poor girl, you sound really bad, let´s just go home and take care of you okay?” He told her and brought her to his arms again

“´Kay, *snff* you really surbrised be, I wasdn´t exspectigh you here” She put her arms around his neck once more, not ready to be separated from him just yet.

“Did I?” He told her and brought their lips together to give her a kiss

*snfff* baby you shouldn't be kissihg be if you wadda play that show domorrow, I *snff* I'b sure I ab codtagious" she said and started looking in her purse for a new tissue

"Tay do you really think that I'd be able to stop myself from kissing you after a month without you? Because I'm not" he said and lifted her chin to kiss her again, not caring at all about her cold germs. They broke apart and he grabbed her hand and led them to the parking lot.

"Baby?*snghf*  Do youh huh.. *snghf* habe ady tissues? I cadt find bore" She asked and wiped her nose on her sleeve

"I have some in the car baby, are you out?" In that moment a flashlight and the sound of a clicking camera startled them

"Oh fugkh" He hard Taylor say and felt her hiding her head in his chest

"It's okay baby, we are almost there" he told her sniffling girlfriend

. He suddenly felt her stop moving and looked at her, eyes narrowed, she slowly raised her free hand back to her face, hovering an inch or so in front of her nose and mouth as her breath huffed softly in her chest. “Hhh...hhih...hhetxchew!! *Snfl*...ughh, Sorry.” The clicking sounds and flashes increasing and they could hear the camera men asking questions.

"God bless you, love" she felt Adam kissing her hair as she wiped her nose on the damp and overused tissue.

They finally reached the car and Adam opened the door for her, they both climbed on the backseat as one of Taylor's bodyguards was driving them to his house

"Hhuh...uhh'IIISHHEW!! Iiihh—iiihshhxt!!! *Snfl.*hihh—iiihshhxt!!! *snghf.* Taylor sneezed wetly into her hands and wiped her dripping nose on her sleeve

"Bless you baby, here" Adam reached in his bag for a box of tissues he had brought for her

"*snghf*...Thadks" She took a couple of tissues and blew loudly as Adam rubbed her back "Ughh, I just wadt to go hombe,” she whined and buried her face on Adam's shirt

"I know baby, we're almost there. Did you take any medicine today?"

"I took sobe Advil id the bordig *snff* but I jusd *snghff* I didn't feel this bad, I was fide udtil I woke ub id the *snhfl* in the plane. I thidk they had the air conditioner on ahd it gohh.... uhh.. hhuh*snfl*...huuh'chhhshxt!!! ehh.. ehhhtshOOoo!! Ughhh *snfff* it got be like this" She closed her eyes and pressed the tissue hard against her red nose. “Aahhh...ehhhtshOOoo!!! *Snf, snfl.*”

"Bless you baby" Adam kissed her head and handed her another tissue "You sound really bad, do you want me to call a doctor when we get home?" He asked sweetly as she continued blowing her nose

"Doe babe, id's dot dessesary, I *snghhf* jusd deed a *snhfl* a good dight of sleeb ahd a warb bed , Id's jusd a liddleh ehh *snff* ehhhtshOOoo hitchhheEw! *snff* *snff* a liddle cold" She grabbed another tissue from the box on Adam's lap and blowed her stuffy nose

"Little cold? Really baby?" Adam laughed "You have the worst cold Tay, if not the flu"

"I ab fide, jusd souhd worse than I feel" Adam looked at her skeptical

"You are not fine, but I'm gonna take really good care of my sick, beautiful, sneezy patient. I'm a really good doctor, you know?" He smiled at her and she craked one small smile too

"I'b dot godda argue with thad, *snghf* I'b sure your cuddles cad bake be feel a lot bedder *snfff*"

They finally arrived home and Adam opened the door for them, letting Taylor in first

Aaht'chhew!! Aah-aahtchhiew!!! *Cough*cough,* *snfl*...'CHHISHX!!!” She shivered and took all the used tissues from her pockets to throw in the trash

Hhh—hh—hhhehchhiew!! *Snfl*...ughhh is id be or id's freezidng here *snfl*...aah'chhhshxt!!!”

"It's you baby, bless you, maybe you have a fever, just go straight to bed and I'll be up in a minute to take your temperature and give you more medicine, okay?" He put a hand in her cheek caressing it

Uh...*snfl*...uh-huh,” the blonde  nodded, pinching her nose between her thumb and forefinger and turning away from Adam “Hhh...hhuh...aah'iiishOOoo!!! Ughh, I'mb sorry I'b so gross" She wiped her nose with a new tissue Adam had passed her

" I still think you're pretty cute,” Adam grinned, wiggling his eyebrows as he wrapped both arms around her girlfriend's neck, and kissed her full on the lips, ignoring the dribble of watery snot that smeared across her upper lip as he did so.

"Stob id!! I dod't wadt you to catch this" she told him seriously, the last thing she wanted was to give this cold to him while he was being so good to her

"I don't care, I just want to enjoy this weekend with my sick girlfriend and make her feel good again, and if that means giving her kisses and cuddles while passing tissues, then I'll do it" He said with a cheeky grin that never failed to convince her, while leaning in to give her an other kiss on the lips "besides," he said, lips almost touching, his breath hitching her nose "I never get sick, so.." he ends the space and gives her a hard kiss, but her nose had other ideas. Her breath hitched in the middle of the kiss and she turned away "Aaaheshhiew!!! *Snfl*...aah'tchhOOoo!!”She couldn't help the desperate sniffle between sneezes, though it did absolutely nothing to quell the itch that flooded her cold-stuffed red nostrils. "I'b *snghhff* I'mb so sorry baby, This is so gross I'b sor-" he stopped her with an other kiss

"Don't worry baby, I like your sneezes, now go to bed and get under the covers, I'll come up in a minute"

"You wod't like theb adymore whed they are cobihg frob you" He laughed and kissed her hair as she started climbing the stairs.

Adam entered the room a couple of minutes later to find his beautiful girl already in bed under the covers

"Here baby, take this" He offered the medicine while putting down a tray with a glass of water and a cup of lemon tea

"Thadk you, love" Taylor took the medicine and a small sip of the tea, the steam of the warm tea tickling her red nose. Taylor sniffled wetly a couple of times "*snghf* baby? Cad you *snhff* gibe be a tissue?" She whipped her nose on her sleeve,

"Of course baby, here" Adam grabbed the box of tissues and took a couple out for her

“Th-thadks,” Taylor hitched softly, accepting the offering and pinching it lightly to her leaky nose "Uhh...*snfl*...hhuhhh...uhh'tchxshh!!! *Snfl.*” The poor girl shivered as she sneezed and Adam passed her more tissues

"My poor sick baby" Adam cooed and started showering her with small kisses, first one one the side of the head, then on her cheeks, neck and on the side of her mouth. He got up and went to get a wet cloth to cool down her fever

"Here baby, lie down, we have to get your fever down" He took the tray with the cup of tea from her and put the wet cloth on her forehead making her shiver

"Gosh this is so *snffl* so cold" She shivered and wiped her nose "heehh hee hetchHhxX *sgrhfff* haaa ahh haatchiXx heetCHhrX" she tried to stifle her sneezes as Adam was very close and she didn't wanna hit him with spray "By god, how did I ged so sigck hitchHEw hercH'ieww! I jusd wadted to *snghrf* to habe a *snhff* a dice couple of days with ehh *sniff* withhh he HehEISHOOoo! *sghrfff!* with you ahd *snff* and dow I'b stugck id this beh- bedh uhh! *snfff* huu'eiISHOOoo!" Taylor complained

"Baby it's okay, we're still having a good time cuddling in bed. It's just you have been working non stop and this is your body telling you to stop and relax" he kissed her hair and she wiped her nose with a fresh tissue

“I doe, id´s *snghrf* it´s jusd that why this of all weekedhs of the year, we jusd habe odehh heeh´tcHeWw! *snghhf* sorry, one weekend in a month ahd I wanted tooh.. huuh hut´CHheEw! *snghrf* to edjoy this, ahd dow I cad´t even kiss you properly” She grabbed another tissue and blew her nose loudly

“And we´re spending this weekend in bed together, and there isn´t anywhere else i rather be than holding you in my arms, i guess there´s just no jumping in the pool or going to the beach for you, but i can still give you kisses” He leand in and gave her a big kiss on the lips

“Love you so buch baby *snghf* thahh. ahh hatch´xChHx *snghrff* thadk you for takihg care of be” She told him and gave him a kiss on the cheek

“Love you too, always”

  HI GUYS! Maybe i´ll write a little series out of this, like a couple more of parts, tell me what you think and if you have request

[uncle-ak]

What Do You Do?

A conversation at a networking event between X and Y (chromosomes; haha) X= Her, Y= Him…

Y: Hi, how are you?

X: I’m fine; and you?

Y: I’m fine as well... My name is Y; you are?

X: (smiles) I am X.

Y: Nice to meet you.

X: (smiles) unsure what to say… 

Y: Do you live in the area? I haven’t seen you around.

X: Yeah I do.

Y: Oh really?! Have you been hiding?

X: (smiles) what we see depends on what we are looking for at any given point in time.

Y: (Smiles) Interesting… Do you have a minute?

X: A minute?! She smiles...

Y: You know what I mean… Do you mind taking a walk?

X: I wouldn’t be asking if I knew what you meant. I’m not a mind reader… (Smiles and starts walking)

Y: What do you do?

X: In regards to?

Y: School or work?

X: While attempting to answer…

Y: Wait let me guess… Nursing?

X: Nope! Nice try though...what I do is still in the health field.

Y: Pharmacy? Doctor?

X: Even if you had a hundred years to guess, you probably wouldn’t guess right.

Y: Really? Are you sure?

X: Positive!

Y: Ok, what do you do?

X: I am an Occupational Therapist. (Smiles)

Y: Laughs… looks away... What do they do?

 Ooohh okay! Enough of the conversation!

First, let me say that I admire people who admit that they don’t know something and are open to learning about it. Even if it is just the basic information.

I am sure we have been asked one of the following questions at least once thus far in our journey of life. If you are in school, the question would be; what is your major or what are you studying? If you aren’t in school, the question would be, what do you do for work? Acknowledging that the question; what do you do, is a little vague, it, however, allows the conversation to flow in any direction. Also, with the shift in entrepreneurialism in our generation, people have more than one job or multiple streams of income.

I have had the above conversation too many times to count and each time it amazes me to see the reaction of the people who haven’t heard or don’t know about Occupational Therapy, a profession that was founded in 1917 and celebrated its 100th year in 2017. National Occupational Therapy month is celebrated in April; this year’s annual celebration was canceled due to COVID-19. So I am writing this in honor of that and to share my journey thus far and how it has molded me into the person I am today.

It has been four years of me working as an Occupational Therapist... It’s been challenging with speed bumps, rocky hills, roller coasters especially leading up to the new Medicare changes that happened in October 2019 that felt like a 360-degree change in the field for me. Between September 2018 and December 2019, there were moments that tested me to the core because, in addition to preparing for the Medicare changes, the company I worked for was being sold; so the transition was... Somehow I still woke up every morning and got myself ready to keep going because besides all the chaos that was/is going on, I LOVE what I do. Then came 2020 when things were beginning to stabilize and boom COVID-19... 

I consider my journey to becoming an Occupational Therapist as a non-traditional one. The background story; some of which are mentioned in a previous blog post I wrote back in September 2017. My journey to a non-traditional profession in the African community. As you can tell from the conversation at the beginning, the typical professions in the African community are or were Pharmacy, Doctor, Nursing and throw in Engineer. But the narrative is changing now as the Sitmpod sheds light on how we are deviating from what was the norm and still excelling and thriving.

May I share that I was humbled when recently asked to participate in a research study; Understanding the impact of a WhatsApp support group for health and community development practitioners during times of political/social crisis. This forum has been very enlightening with the information shared. At some point, it was a little overwhelming with the wealth of information shared from people in varying fields in healthcare residing in different parts of the world with vast extensive years of experience. I sometimes thought to myself, I only have four years of experience and probably one of the youngest in the forum, what do I really have to share. But there came moments when I shared from my personal experience in my journey thus far and the uniqueness of my experience with the response from other participants made me want to ask more questions to learn and share more of my perspective.

Working as an Occupational Therapist has helped me to be more grounded, more humble, more grateful, more present in the moment, more patient… the list goes on. Some of my experiences include using varying strategies/techniques to help people relearn how to get out of bed, to feed themself, complete grooming/hygiene, take a shower, get dressed, how to go from laying down to sitting up, how to maintain balance when transitioning from sitting to standing, how to make the simplest of meals like a cup of tea or a sandwich, cereal, oatmeal..etc. Some of which require quick thinking on my feet and creativity.

Whenever I have a challenging day and my emotions try to get the best of me, I recall an experience of someone I worked with whom with the help of occupational therapy, they celebrated their ability to drink water from a cup on their own meanwhile they had experienced a health condition that affected their ability to recognize the use and or differentiate a hairbrush from a toothbrush which they were able to prior to the health condition that changed all that. Another experience where someone celebrated their ability to scope their food and feed themself rather than wait for someone to come feed them or their ability to sign their own checks because they weren’t able to hold/manipulate a pen. Or someone who celebrated their ability to take a shower instead of sponge baths... The list/examples can go on and on. These experiences and more have helped me to appreciate the simplest of things.

One thing that surprised me during my first year working as an occupational therapist was that there were some healthcare providers who did/do not know what Occupational therapy is. I work in a skilled nursing facility where the population is mostly geriatric (older people) when I knock on the door to introduce myself to new patients; I’ll say Good morning, my name is X and I am an Occupational Therapist. Some of the responses I get include; I’m retired I don’t need a job; derived from the term “Occupation.” Others would say; what does that mean? What do they do? In my four years in this field, I still do get to explain what I do. It got to a point where I called being an Occupational Therapist a mystery profession. In 2017 when we celebrated our 100th year, I could not understand how a hundred years later, we still have to explain who we are and what we do. 

Prior to the initial partial lockdown following the outbreak of COVID-19 that only allowed essential employees to go work, I initially thought that essential was only for hospitals. And given the way the term “Therapy” tends to be interpreted, I was bracing myself for a stay at home situation when I was notified otherwise. So the worry of staying at home for X duration shifted to fear of... See my most recent blog post

Some of my friends say my personality is a mystery to them so that’s probably why I was drawn to a profession that is a mystery as well (wink). Maybe, maybe not! Some theories suggest that who we are fundamentally shaping what we do, others suggest that what we do day in/day out shapes who we become… Will this be a tomayto/tomahto situation?

So, who is an Occupational Therapist and what do they do? A description from The American Occupational Therapy Association (AOTA) Website; 

[Occupational therapy practitioners ask, "What matters to you?" not, "What's the matter with you?]

“In its simplest terms, occupational therapists and occupational therapy assistants help people across the lifespan participate in the things they want and need to do through the therapeutic use of everyday activities (occupations). Common occupational therapy interventions include helping children with disabilities to participate fully in school and social situations, helping people recovering from injury to regain skills, and providing support for older adults experiencing physical and cognitive changes. Occupational therapy services typically include:

An individualized evaluation, during which the client/family and occupational therapist determine the person’s goals, 

Customized intervention to improve the person’s ability to perform daily activities and reach the goals.

An outcomes evaluation to ensure that the goals are being met and/or make changes to the intervention plan.

Occupational therapy services may include comprehensive evaluations of the client’s home and other environments (e.g., workplace, school), recommendations for adaptive equipment and training in its use, and guidance and education for family members and caregivers. Occupational therapy practitioners have a holistic perspective, in which the focus is on adapting the environment to fit the person, and the person is an integral part of the therapy team.

Happy Occupational Therapy Month to my fellow colleagues working in different settings from hospitals (aka acute setting), to sub-acute, Skilled Nursing Facilities (aka SNF/nursing homes), NIH, NRH, Medstar, Walter reed, Military, Navy, Air Force, Armed force, to outpatient settings, home setting, school setting, mental health in/outpatient, work & industry, self-employed, research, policy making/lobbying, ethics and list continues… 

Have you or are you on a journey to something non-traditional in your culture, society, community, home? It doesn’t have to be work related. If so, what has your journey been like thus far?

[amountblessings-blog]

Omnipotent in God March 2019

This past few weeks were interesting. I was feeling depressed to an extent where I didn’t feel like going to church (thank goodness for live stream and the desire to watch it).  During one of the evenings, I couldn’t fall asleep (despite being tired) due to stress and anxiety.  Early this week, I had a dream about job searches and found a solution which relieved me until I woke up and realized it was just a dream.  I guess I was devastated by that fact because I suffered from a mini panic attack.  I guess hopelessness was what made me susceptible to depression.  I’m really grateful to God for giving me reminders (both through others and etc) that He is the one in control. Despite fighting bouts of depression and anxiety, I was reminded and urged to seek Him and know that His promises are valid and open to claim.  

Today was such a remarkable day.  It wasn’t because I got a full time job.  It was because of what God did for me.  I was on the fence of cancelling the interview however, I did not want to waste the opportunity that God gave me.  I prayed about it and asked for His guidance.  Since I do not know which setting would be best for me and those within those settings, I asked God for His guidance and help to go with whichever He knew would be best for all involved.  Whether it was school setting, SNF, or something completely different, I had enough of my lack of wisdom and wanted to know what He wanted for me.  I messed up on some questions during the interview but asked for peace and was grateful to have had the experience.  

Father God, I feel inadequate.  I know I am inadequate but Father, you see the potential and growth that I have.  I’m nervous in that I am severely lacking in so many ways that its embarrassing and concerning.  Lord, I want to be the very best of what I can be through You.  I ask for your guidance and help to change who I am for better overall and to redeem the past.  Thank you for the support You have given me and for being there for me always, despite my imperfection.  Thank you for helping not only me but all of Your children!  I pray that I life You in all that I do, in this job, in all my relationships, stewardship, etc.  <3