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A couple sitting propped up in their large bed in their favorite pjs. They both came down with the same terrible cold, their noses bright red, streaming and full to the brim with sneezes. Used, balled-up tissues are scattered all around them like a halo, and they've sneezed so much today, that person A has given up on tissues altogether and is just giving themselves up to the sneezes, letting them fly uncovered for why bother anyway if both of them are sick already?

B is adamant that all sneezes should be covered, so when A's breath hitches helplessly, B reaches out a hand to catch A's desperate "Aaahh'TIISSHU!!!" in their hand, only to feel a sneeze blooming in their own nose. Without thinking, they hold the hand A has just sneezed into in front of their own nose and sneeze a spraying "Heh'PTTSSHIEW!!!" into it, so now their palm is shimmering wet with both their colds.

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The instant that they feel the ever-present itch at the back of their nose change to a more insistent prickling, A tugs urgently on B's sleeve.

"Sorry... hh'uhh... I'm going to..."

A can't finish the phrase, but the ragged breath that follows will be more than enough to tell B exactly what A is going to do. A scrunches their nose up and cuts off the breath in their throat, trying to give B as much time as possible to get the handkerchief to their chapped, damp nose.

The first brush of the cotton on the sensitive skin is almost enough to tip A over the edge. But they fight the urge for half a second longer, until they feel B's fingers firmly cupping their nose, applying just the right kind of pressure. A breathes in as deeply as the congestion will let them and feels their shoulders relax into the desperate release.

"Heh'IHD'shhheuhh!"

The sneeze is strong enough to pitch A forward, but B has their other hand on the front of A's shoulder to catch them. A tenses again, bracing against the steadying arm, as the next sneeze builds in the back of their nose. A raises their head slightly from the handkerchief, and feels B instinctively relax their grip on it for a second, before applying a comforting pressure again, just at the moment of release.

"hehh'DHhschhh!"

"Bless you," softly murmured in A's ear.

A can feel their nose starting to stream now. They're wrecking this handkerchief and probably should somehow signal that they'll need a new one, or at least a handful of tissues to blow their nose into. But that would require lifting their head and talking, and they're pretty sure - no, they're certain that they're not done sneezing.

Something about A's breathing must tell B the same thing, because they say, "Oh, another one?" In a tone so perfectly sympathetic that, for a moment, A feels like they might cry. But that's probably just the fever; it does strange things to them.

So instead, A tries to nod, but they're not sure it's really visible, especially because it probably just looks like they're building up to the next sneeze, which they are.

"ehh'TSHhhhh! .... eh'Ehh... ehh'DjSHhh'EUgh!"

Sneezes, rather. Of course there's not just one. But A feels like they're done - for now, at least. Shifting their nose to find a reasonably dry spot on the handkerchief, A rubs and snuffles until they feel like they can raise their head and look for the tissues.

"Bless you," B says again, watching A's eyes scan the bedclothes and handing the tissue box over. "I thought there might be more."

Don't say that, A thinks, because one's nose doesn't actually stop tickling with a cold like this. There are just moments when it's not tickling enough that they have to sneeze immediately, but the merest suggestion otherwise might change that.

"I'm done for now," A mumbles into the tissues, telling their nose as much as their companion.

"Poor thing," B says, encouraging A to settle back against their chest. "Well, I'm right here when you need me."

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Any other snzfuckers adore when a character sneezes so much their nose runs helplessly, and as mucus runs down their nose, they feel the urge to sneeze again? 👀

Like you're still all sneezy? With your nose running like that? So, so cute. 💕

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Happy Halloween! (a snz fic)

Male - cold, mess!, implied future contagion

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He wakes up to sinuses that are absolutely packed with congestion. He’d gone to sleep last night with a tickle in his throat and a bit of a headache, but he certainly didn’t expect to wake up to this.

His nose starts streaming the second he sits up in bed, setting off a tickle deep in his nose. Still hazy from sleep and a head that feels like it’s stuffed full of cotton, he only manages to get his hand halfway to his face before erupting with a thick sneeze – “heh-nnggK’SHO!” that forces the gunk that had accumulated in his sinuses out, covering his hand in mess, the rest escaping into the air. He’s left with twin trails of clear liquid coating his upper lip as he shivers, dazed.

Leaning over to the nightstand, he thanks his past self for keeping a box of tissues stocked there as he pulls out several of them. He buries his face in the soft cotton and lets out a truly ill-sounding blow. The sound of it crackles through the air as more snot is dislodged, filling the bundle and soaking through to his hands.

He throws the ruined tissues to the floor and grabs the box, setting it next to him on the bed and pulling out fresh ones. His breath scissors in his chest before he snaps forward with a violent – “huh…ha-AHH’EEHGGSHH’IUE!” that explodes out of him.

He doesn’t dare remove the tissues from his face, groaning as he feels the wet mess of it against his skin. He gives a damp, clearing blow, strong enough to shift the pressure in his ears. He’s forced to breathe through his mouth as he crumples up the Kleenex and tosses them to the side.

I’m going to go through the whole box by noon, at this point, he thinks, flopping back onto his soft pillows. He rubs his knuckles against his itchy nose, already well on its way to becoming pink.

It fucking had to be today, he laments, allowing himself a small pity party. It’s Halloween, and he’d been planning on spending the day making treats for the party later tonight, as well as handing out candy to the trick or treaters. He’s just going to have to power through. Maybe it just seems worse because it’s still early and his body hasn’t had time to wake up yet.

As soon as he thinks it, his nostrils flare and he’s surprised by a wrenching double – “ha’GSSHH’IUE! Huh..ha’NGGSSHH’uh!” At the mercy of his own body and unable to cover in time, the viscous spray of it mists the sheets in front of him. “Ugh… oh god,” he groans, swiping at the mess on his face with his hand.

Remembering the box next to him, he pulls out a fistful of Kleenex and releases a gurgling, cold-ridden blow into the waiting tissues.

“Fugg, I don’t wadda be – heh… ha’ERRSSHH’IUE! – SNF. I don’t wadda be sigg today.” Noting the squishy pressure that still clogs his sinuses after so many clearing sneezes, he resigns himself to the fact that he most likely has come down with the cold from hell.

Yet, determined as he is, he’s not going to let it stop him from going on with his plans. He can still make the food for the party tonight, he’ll just have to be very careful about washing his hands and covering his sneezes. If he has to make them one-handed while holding a tissue to his dripping nose the whole time, then so be it.

He should be able to hide his illness enough that no one will be worried. Hopefully he’ll be able to hold it off enough so they won’t take one look at him and decide it isn’t worth the risk. Hell, the way he sounds, even just being in the same room as him might be risky enough. But he can’t let his friends down, and he doesn’t want to miss the party.

Pulling more tissues from the box, he catches a harsh, scraping – “uh…huh…ha’NNGGGSSH’ah!” into the bundle, containing all of the dense, contagious mess that his nose is constantly trying to force out of him. He gives one last marshy blow before getting up to start the day, box of tissues in hand. If he can just keep his nose under control, everything should be fine.

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my nose is all stuffed up so im inducing to try and clear my sinuses. i made such a mess with these, if im gonna keep on sneezing like this im gonna need a new roll of toilet paper (its all i have a box of tissues might be a good investment rn)

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day 1 of cold = snotty nose

caught a bit of this mini fit i had after showering

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Not QUITE quick enough…

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The quiet misery of a slowly rising fever. Before the full onslaught of symptoms where subtle chills creep up on them, at first easy enough to blame on the weather or a draft in the room - until it settles under their skin where none of the extra layers can reach.

At work or an event the hours drag on through a growing haze. Longing to wrap themselves up, not sure why they suddenly feel so heavy or why everything - lights, the brush of fabric on their skin - seems sharp and jarring. And its cold. They clench their jaw to keep their teeth from chattering with the unexpected shiver. Strange, they think, the last time they felt this bad was when... Oh.

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Gelena | Drabble (143 words)

She'd watched him fighting off a sneeze since she got him in front of the fire, the hellbent determination to avoid it described by the slow, anticipatory clench of his abdomen, and the grind of his back teeth as he flicked a forefinger under his nose. And he'd been successful. Up until now, when he started to get past it, easing back into a posture of relief, then seized like a fist and twisted away, sneezing against the barricade of his wrist with a still desperately resistant, "--AHD'TSCH!"

She set the mug on the table before him, standing back with a gentle but assessing eye.

"Bless you."

"Yeah," he sighed, voice tense with pain, sleeving at his nose for lack of a handkerchief. She'd have to get that fixed, as well. "Thanks."

"That didn't sound good."

"Well," he edged out, tiredly closing his eyes. "Didn't feel great, either."

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a character with a cold mumbling “i’m up, i’m up” when their alarm goes off, to be met with “are you sure you should be?” from their partner.

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thinking… long buildups but specifically with fluctuating urgency.

it’s not entirely clear whether or not the sneeze itself is actually gonna show up. as if it’s still trying to figure that part out.

so their expression goes hazy, their breathing gets a little shallower, and they kinda pause like that for a sec.

maybe or maybe not a test breath in, pause—

—and then it hits hard, and they’re taking a quick little flurry of inhales. maybe it doesn’t come out and they let out a sigh, rinse and repeat. but maybe it does and they finish it off with a big, desperate gasp, and then sneeze.

that’s what im talking about. good shit.

even hotter still is when they’re trying to hold it back, because then this whole display is very clearly telegraphing their fight with it. you know exactly whether they’re winning or losing the battle against it. SO good…

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Been thinking about the opportunities of the "only one bed" hotel trope where one of them has a cold.

Think about it. The sickie politely facing away, laying as far away as possible to avoid contamination or annoyance.

Sneezes that rock the mattress.

Sniffles and sneezes that wake the other person.

Sickie embarrassedly muffling into the pillow.

Getting up to sneeze and blow in the restroom.

B feeling bad for A and rolling over with a "hey, can I get you anything?" And A just feeling guilty while B takes care of them through the night. "Stop worrying about it. We all get sick."

B catching it later and hiding it so A doesn't feel extra bad."

Aaaand ofc what if one is a snzfucker...

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when someone leans heavily against something after a long day, and that’s really the first indicator they don’t feel well. it’s confirmed to their ( friend / partner / team ) by an exhausted, muffled sneeze and they have to wonder how on earth they didn’t spot this

B: you wanna tell me something?

A: …no?

B: too goddamn late - what is wrong with you? why on earth would you do this to yourself?

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Me @ snzblr & whumplr

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An itch that takes multiple good tries sneezes to get rid of.

One, to break the surface tension, a first hard hammer swing at the carnival game contraption, just barely enough to ring the bell at the top.

Two, to help it along. It’s followed by a mindless sniffle, and those have been much more plentiful, generous even, sometimes scratching the itch and sometimes shifting against the sensitive nasal membrane just the wrong way, and then they’re leaning back in the chair, knowing they’re about to reach-

Three, and at this point, they’re panting a little. Eyes that were once softly focused are now blinking, and wincing at the pressure and burning pressing into the left side of their sinuses, they sniffle again, gently pressing their fingers against warm, wet nostrils. 

Four and Five tear out unapologetically, seeming to barrel like cattle through a flimsy gate. They suck in a rather soupy sniffle, and sigh. Annoyance swims in their bleary eyes, which dart around for a couple of seconds before their other hand quickly reaches to pull a tissue from the box on their left. But the box’s contents are dwindling, and they have to shake the white delicate three-layered sheet for it to come out. They know they’ll need a second one, the fetching of which requires the same silly method. Quickly, they layer the tissues, and with their chest heaving with more preparatory breaths, lift them with a fairly dramatic gasp.

Sihh- Or... No. Not… Not yet? Siiii…. Sihhh’HIHH’—- No. Fuck.

They sigh, and sniff loudly, blinking down at the soft, neatly-folded landing pad they’ve acquired. In their frustration, they lift two fingers to scrub aggressively at the sore, indecisive appendage at the centre of their face, which can only offer a watery stream down their upper lip, through rounded nostrils that blush more deeply at the abuse. Clicking, squeaking, and another harsh sniffle whistles through the troubled, swollen passages, introducing cool air against newly aggravated, reddened stretches of irritated nasal membrane, their fingers finally relent, and-

Six. Seven. Some watery blinks, and an improvised series of eighth note breaths, and-

Eight, Nine, Ten; wrenching and useless,

Then a long, high-pitched gasp, pulled from the depths of their thorax, and out bursts Eleven, which mercilessly tears through damp layers of tissue. They feel the heat of a tear create a thin trail down their stiff, reddened face, before they sniffle again noisily and reach for more tissues that pull the poor, steadily hollowing box with them, tumbling across the table. Clutching the sodden wad of tissues to their disruptive nose, they one-handedly fold the new tissues and have to pinch the mess away from their warm, still-leaking nostrils before replacing them.

Twelve rips against the roof of their mouth, scraping the back of their throat and sending a hurricane blast of air and moisture that the tissues can barely contain. Awful, and the same time delicious - it sweeps the ticklish sensation away in one violent, punctuating go.

A pained, shaky mix of a sigh and groan creeps from their lips. That one must have hit the bell. Sitting there in a soft daze, they can feel the brass reverberations ringing between their temples.

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11. sorry ~

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When a sniffle triggers a sneeze