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Hear me out:

Someone who's always composed starts sniffling a little during a work meeting. They know they either have to blow their nose or sneeze at some point so they discreetly try to get a tissue but are suddenly overwhelmed and sneeze supressed-but-still-loud, clumsily and suprised covering with their bare hands.

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I was in the mood for a Garashir sickfic. Didn't have a lot of time to proofread and scribbled it down way too fast but I was craving and out of fics.

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Garak was waiting at their usual table for twenty minutes now. It was quite rare that Doctor Bashir was late to their weekly lunch. Of course, Garak knew that the he was a busy man - especially so the last week. There was some sort of psychic illness that only affected the bajoran habitants of the Station and it turned out to be letal in some cases, so Julian worked 24/7 when Kira was infected. Gladly, he found a cure and Garak hoped his companion had found the time to read that cardassian novel he gave him.

After thirty minutes had passed, he decided to go to the infirmary to see what kept the physician from joining him.

The only personnel to be found was a bajoran nurse and when Garak asked for Bashir, she told him that the Doctor went to his quaters two hours ago and only wanted to be disturbed in case of an emergency.

This was interesting. Garak shortly considered returning back to his store but he had a feeling that something was off.

It took a few minutes until Julian answered the doorball. "Garak? What are you... oh no, I forgot our lunch! I'm really, really sorry. I..."

"No need to apologize, I just wanted to see if there was another medical catastrophy keeping you from eating proper meals."

"No, not at all. On the contrary, there wasn't a single..." Julian squeezed his eyes shut as if he was in pain and Garak noticed a sheen of swaet on the humans forehead. "Are you alright, my dear?"

The CMO shook his head and leaned heavily against the wall "Yes, yes, sorry. Just... tired."

"Tired?" Garak asked in disbelive. "I may not be an expert in human physiology but I think you do look a bit unwell. May I suggest you sit down for a moment?"

Julian nodded and swayed at the attempt to move from the wall. Was he supposed to look that pale?

Garak intervened and grabbed Bashirs arm to support him. "Let me help you. Careful, you positively look like you are about to faint."

With Elims help, Julian sat down on the couch and was shaking now. "I'm sorry. I feel a bit lightheaded. It'll pass."

"I'm sure it will, but what caused it?"

"Just tired." Julian repeated.

"Oh no, my dear Doctor, I do not think so. And you don't think so, either, do you?"

Before he could answer, Julian buried his nose in the crook of his arm and stifled three rapid sneezes "Hng'ishh...h'ishhu...sh'huu... ugh, sorry. I think I caught some sort of virus".

"You certainly did. Isn't there a cure?"

"Well, there is. But you have to take it within the first 48 hours and are supposed to rest for at least a day for it to work properly."

"And you had no time to rest, I guess?"

"The medication to cure this virus takes at least five hours to allivate the symptoms and I didn't have that much time so I took... I took something to supress the symptoms instead and seemingly it made everything worse." The last words nearly got lost in a coughing fit.

Garak went to the Replicator and came back with a glass of water.

"You do sound awful. Any chance a cardassian could catch it?"

"No... it's... a hu... human virus." Julian wheezed inbetween coughs.

The tailor sat down next to him and helped him to slowly drink a few sips.

"Then I do think I could close up my shop in time today and we reshedule our meal to dinner in your quaters."

"I'm not sure I'm making good company today."

"You do not have to, my dear Doctor. You rest now and later I'll make sure you're eating some soup. Do you need anything before I go?"

"Nah, I'll get some sleep, thank you." He closed his eyes and lay down right on the couch. Garak went for a blanket and put it gently over the already asleep physician before he left.

Tbc?

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The idea of a rich and/or powerful man succumbing to the urge to sneeze is one of the hottest things. Like you’re so powerful, but there is a natural force more powerful than you.

Bonus if that same man succumbs to a sneezy, drippy cold.

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I don't like anything angsty so for me sneezing because of dangerous illnesses or even a severe flu with extremly high fever that could be fatal is a nope.

Just a small thought...

So... you know in the snzblr community, we all have causes of sneezing that makes us melt (for example, inducing.)

Is there something you're not into?

Personally, I'm not sure if it's my love for pets... but I'm not really into fur allergies. It's not bad if anyone enjoys that kind of thing, I'm just kinda 'meh' towards it. However, on the opposite side of the spectrum- I am such a sucker for pollen allergies and scent sensitivities.

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I don't follow enough people here. Wanna help me out? If so, pls reblog this if you're into colds/sneezing and have a tumblr for that, AND are 18+, and not a bigot bc we don't like bigots here.

TY!

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Girls who don’t have “girly” sounding sneezes have my entire heart and soul. Marry me now please.

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Not to forget posting badly written snz fics on that newly discovered magical forum for the fist time

forever chasing the high of having just discovered the sneeze fetish forum and reading badly written fanfiction of shows i’d never heard of for 5 hours straight

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When I check tumblr it will recommend other accounts that they call “In Your Orbit” which is a polite way to say “hey we found you some more snzfuckers”

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This is why I don’t tell 99% people im bisexual

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@treksickfic and @zitronenfaltertochter, I have done it! Space Husbands + Cats is finished! Pure, unadulterated word vomit? Perhaps. But finished!

Enjoy!

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Nosevember Day 6

prompt: animal 

series: st4r tr3k aos (set during the academy years)

contains: a cold and grumpy bones :’)

Weiterlesen

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Reblog if it's okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice, rant, vent, let something off your chest, or just have a nice chat.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek, Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Spock/Nyota Uhura Characters: Nyota Uhura, Spock (Star Trek) Additional Tags: Illnesses, Sickfic, Common Cold, Sneezing, Domestic Fluff, Domestic, Fluff, Spuhura Summary:

The (usually) strong and (almost always) self-sufficient Nyota Uhura is feeling under the weather and in need of comfort. Can she count on Spock to be there for her? A short and sweet vignette set on the Enterprise while Spock and Uhura are still finding their way.

For you, @zitronenfaltertochter

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For a change: Some sick Kirk

Perfection

 

“Chilly down here, isn’t it?” The captain complained.

“Chilly? Are you kidding, Jim? I’m melting! This planet is called ‘Vulcan’ for a reason.” His CMO replied.

The trio was invited for dinner with Ambassador Sarek and his wife Amanda – Spocks parents – to discuss a mission that involved matters of Vulcan.

“For a planet called Vulcan it’s way too cold.” Jim murmured. He'd felt a bit under the weather the whole day. He had blamed his lack of sleep for it but by now he felt horrible. He was freezing and his head and muscles ached.

“The only things cold down here are those green-blooded inhabitants. Not the climate. You’d tell me if you’re coming down with something, right?” The physician requested while entering the dinning hall were Spock and his parents already waited. Jim – of course – didn’t answer and entered the house. Bones sighed, rolled his eyes and followed him.

After half an hour of diplomatic conversation, Kirks plate was still untouched.

“Are you not pleased with the food, captain?” Sarek asked politely.

Jim cleared his throat. “What? I – no, I’m just not hungry.” His voice cracked at the end of his sentence and he managed to suppress a cough.

At least now everyones attention was focused on him. Spock watched his friend with a raised eyebrow and McCoy seemed like his greatest desire was to put out his tricorder and check his mate from tip to toe.

But it was Amanda who spoke first: “Maybe we should pause and continue tomorrow. You look exhausted."

Jim felt four pair of eyes staring at him while his nose started to tickle relentlessly. He opened his mouth to answer but his expression turned into a pre-sneeze face. He had only a fraction of seconds and decided to turn to Bones rather than sneezing into the direction of his first officer or his parents. He covered his forceful sneezes with the crook of his arm.

“Heh…ehh… ESHOO! HE’SHHEW! ESHH! Ugh… Sorry, I…” a harsh coughing fit kept him from talking.

“Bless you” Bones and Amanda said simultaneously while Sarek and his son remained silent.

“Hell, Jim, you’re deathly pale!” McCoy determined and put one hand on Kirks forehead, not even slightly disgust by his friend sneezing and coughing directly towards him. “Stubborn kid! You’re burning up!”

Kirk reached for the glass of water next to his meal and took a sip. His hands were trembling and he felt like he was going to faint.

“I’m fine. I’m fine. Sorry. We can go on.” Jim ensured with a hoarse voice, shivering and sweating at the same time, dizzy and nauseous.

“No way. The meeting’s over. We’re beaming back. Excuse us, Ambassador, but the captain is obviously sick and needs treatment.” McCoy intervened.

“I could stay and continue the…” The first officer started (even if he really didn’t want to stay alone and talk about business of the federation with his father while Jim was in such a condition) but was disturbed by his mother.

“Spock! Help your friend back to the ship. The poor boy looks like he needs support.” The captain was in her son’s age and seeing him like that woke maternal instincts. “You should be glad to have friends! This diplomatic nonsense can wait. Right, Sarek?” She glanced at her husband.

“I agree that there are no urgent issues which have to be solved today.” The elder Vulcan said.

“You hear your father. Go back.”

They said goodbye and Jim did his best to hide how miserable he truly felt. Five minutes later they appeared at the transporter platform. Spock immediately wrapped his arms around Jim and put a kiss on his hair while Bones rubbed circles on his back.

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You know what’s hot? Sneezing during intercourse. Insertive or receptive partner but rn I am thinking about the latter. Esp with a side of the beloved and apparently slightly real Honeymoon Rhinitis??

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There is no hotter way to experience a sneeze than with your arms wrapped around the sneezer’s waist. If you don’t agree, you can fight me.