#KB Secret Santa

[softsnzstuff]

were you planning on organizing a secret santa event again this year?

Hello Anon!! I had wanted to but then I blinked and it was December 😳

Last year I organized the event sometime around mid to late October and it wasn’t enough time for some people to finish their fic or art to exchange, so unfortunately I don’t think there’s enough time to organize it this year considering all the work/time that went into last years.

That being said, if the secret Santa was something people enjoyed last year, please holler at me in the comments and I’ll try to organize something maybe in 2024 (possibly sooner than Christmas lol)

[seoul-bros]

Jikook Week 55 Complete ✔️ (24-31/12/2024)

Jikook have finalized their 55th week in the military and 70% of their service is now complete. It's time to look back at this week in 2016. It was the end of the year and BTS were busy with a series of shows performing Blood Sweat and Tears and Fire from the Wings album. They were down one man because Yoongi had an accident at the dorm on 20/12 and was told to rest for a week.

Watching these shows again, it is clear that this was a special time for BTS and especially for Jimin. It reminded me of RM's comments on Minimoni music earlier this year. Jimin's confidence may have suffered ups and downs in the 11 years since their debut but in December 2016 he was definitely riding high.

On Christmas Eve, BTS appeared on the Music Core Year End Stage with one of their iconic Blood, Sweat and Tears performances.

They did a live that day and exchanged Secret Santa gifts. They were in high spirits after a successful stage, lots of joking and laughter.

Suga received vitamins from JK. JK was gifted fabric deodorizer by Taehyung who received snacks from Jimin.

Jimin and J-Hope both got underwear from J-Hope and RM respectively. RM received snacks from Jin. Jin received an Suga acrylic photo stand from Suga (how he rolled his eyes when he unpacked that gift - oh Yoongi). That acrylic photo stand made multiple appearances on Twitter and in Bangtan Bombs for the rest of that year.

V & Jimin were in their partners in crime phase and filmed and posted video clips together. Tae sang "Have yourself a merry little Christmas" followed by Jimin singing the question "Taehyung, is it fun to do something like this?" V's love of Christmas songs sure goes back a long time.

On Boxing Day, BTS appeared at SBS Gayo Daejun.

This show included one of Jimin's legendary dance performances. He was part of an ensemble of idols showing off their contemporary dance skills in the opening show.

Personally, I think he did a fantastic job and from the sounds of the cheering, it's clear that the audience was impressed. However, as usual Jimin wasn't satisfied and was thinking of ways it could have been better. I'm so glad he and JK are being kinder to themselves these days.

On the 29/12 BTS filmed KBS Gayo Daechukjae with three group stages including this one for Fire.

Jimin also had a dance off with Taemin. Jimin was working hard and Taemin noted his puffy eyes with concern. I remember reading something about Jimin collapsing from exhaustion as soon as he got off stage after this showdown but I can't find where I saw that.

JK was also busy, performing I'm a Flying Butterfly as part of a group stage with the other 97 liners.

Tae's birthday happened during the shooting of the show and BTS celebrated with cake backstage.

On New Year's Eve, BTS filmed their final show of the year, MBC Gayo Daejejun. JK was featured in the BTS performance of Rainism.

Jimin posted their practice session on Twitter "It was great!!!!! You all worked hard." Always supporting his Jungkookie.

"The youngest is so cute"

Cr. to OPs

Post Date: 31/12/2024

[theprinceoffluff]

Daycare attendant Secret Santa gift for @rinzydings! I hope you like it!

I decided to go with cozy vibes so I couldn't choose between the home video VHS effect version I made and the way I normally do noise on my digital artwork. feel free to contact me via Discord if you want the full sides versions as well, these ones here are just the smaller " web safe" versions that are under 500 KBs for easier upload.

I rarely post my art online nowadays so this was a fun experience!

[miramizar]

Hello! Your Secret Santa Again ❄️ Many apologies for the long silence I hope you're doing well!

Thank you for the Exo vid recommendations in your last answer! I haven't seen that many of the concert stages yet and both the ones you named were amazing!! that acoustic medley though!! But since you asked, right now my favorite stages are... maybe the 2019 Smtown in Japan Gravity and the KBS awards For Life?

You also picked the sweetest Suho moments, very fun to revisit. <3 Our leader really puts his heart into everything he does. I haven't started his drama yet either although it looked exciting! I have been watching Xiumin's ceo-dol mart, I just have the last couple episodes left. What have you been watching lately?

My favorite bbh moments... are many lol. I love the late night car ride lives he was doing for a while just singing and driving.

Favorite Kyunsoo songs... all of Empathy? I also really like Wonder off the new album.

I don't know that I have a SHINee bias, I feel like it changes every day but I adore them all. For WayV either Ten or Kun (speaking of lovable dorky leaders).

I like SuJu as well (so many good songs!!) I haven't heard any VIXX- what's your song rec? For Pentagon now is probably a rough time to get into them haha but I would recommend looking up Shine and Naughty Boy those are my favorites, or maybe Daisy or Dr. Bebe if you like a more intense concept.

I am not really a true horror fan but I really like the sort of offbeat gothic creepiness (think Addams Family or SHINee Married to the Music energy) and I like having a season to play that up. I don't have any halloween plans, but I decorated! What about you? Do you celebrate Halloween?

Re: your present, I wanted to ask if there was anything specific you might want? I mostly do digital art, but I can also do traditional drawing, moodboards, edits...I already have some ideas, but lmk if there's anything you had in mind!

Talk soon! <3

Hi!! ❣️ Oh it's definitely okay! And please accept my apologies as well - it's been rather hectic lately and I didn't have wi-fi for a bit and I caught a small cold etc. so I took way longer to answer you than I intended to... I hope that this doesn't make you feel too stressed about my gift? I'd love to receive anything really - I did pick fanart on the sign-up sheet, but I like all the options you mentioned so please feel free to do whatever you feel inspired to do! ✨

How have you been since our last talk? Hearing about you decorating during Halloween made me smile (>v<)🧡 I don't celebrate it myself, (I've been getting ready to celebrate Advent instead hahah) but I do like the aesthetic of it somewhat? And I get what you mean about the Shinee/Addams vibe! There's some humour to the creepiness, which is really nice! ✨ Still, I have to admit that I like watching/listening to darker horror movies/tales in every once in a while, especially if the stories are good (>v<;)

Oh, don't mention it! I'm just happy to hear that you liked those stages as well 💗 and you picked some great ones too! I tend to forget to look for SMTown videos and rewatch the music show stages for some reason, but now I have the perfect opportunity to do so 💫

Aahfbdf your kind words has me smiling really wide over here (>///<)💖 He really does, and I love and admire him so much for it 💕 I'd love to talk to you about Myeon's drama when we get to watch it! And I'd also love to hear what you thought about Xiu's drama - I've seen some gifsets from it and it looks fun! ✨ Sadly I haven't been able to watch anything lately, but I really want to get back into it! (>^<) I've been playing some Ni no Kuni though, maybe that counts ahah

That's a lovely answer! I also love his spontaneous lives where he's just being himself, it's so genuine somehow 💖 You also picked some great songs of Soo's, I can't help but agree with you on loving the entire "Empathy" album! 💚 I have to ask you a hard question now - what is your favourite Baek album? And favourite songs sung by him?

I understand that! They're a bunch of lovable dorks, who's not to adore? (the same goes for pretty much all the groups hahah)💕 I think it's the same with me regarding WayV though, I also gravitate towards Ten and Kun whenever I stop to think about my bias (>w<;)

ooh you're also an elf? I have to ask about the songs you think are good then ahdfbf 🎵Thank you for the Pentagon recommendations! I actually heard Shine and Dr Bebe before, I just forgot? I do like both though! And Naughty boy is so cute, while Daisy really is more intense - but definitely my style! 💗 For Vixx, I got into them thanks to Fantasy, and I still think of it as a favourite along with Shangri-La and Hyde - I like their dark concept, but at the same time some of their gentler songs are the sweetest I've ever heard, like Love letter and The rain! 💌

Thank you for answering all my questions so far, and I'm sorry again for taking so long to reply - I really enjoy reading your messages and I look forward to talking to you again soon ❣️ Take care!!

[minteacutie]

Hey there @hitchqueen I’m your Secret Santa!!! I wrote you this saucy little fic, about a sneezy allergic Eddie getting teased by his boyfriend Steve! I hope this is what you were looking for, and a bit thanks to @softsnzstuff for putting this together! 18+ only! No minors beyond this point!!!!  ~ Steve glanced up again when he heard Eddie’s breath hitch for the hundredth time in an hour, glancing at his boyfriend over his glasses. The older man was hunched over his binder working on a Campaign…or at least was trying to work on a Campaign. Eddie had been struggling with allergies spending most of the morning holding back sneezes, but now he wanted to sneeze it seemed like his poor nose was going on strike. It was driving his boyfriend nuts and it was driving Steve nuts. He eventually gave a frustrated grumble, shoving the binder aside and tossing his pen on the bedspread. In favor of having both his hands free to scrub at his irritated pink nose. “Eds come here,”Steve huffed out a laugh watching his boyfriend glare at him from his place on the bed, “come on…let me help, baby.” Eddie pouted, but he got up moving to the couch with Steve sitting down with a plop, “You’re just doing this beca-hah’hih’...because you like to see me all itchy and sneezy.” He rubbed his itchy pink nose in circles. “That may be true…”Steve trailed off a bit, taking a moment to pull his boyfriend into his lap so he could have better access to his flushed pink nostrils, “but I also hate seeing you so miserable.” “My knight in shining arhih-armor…gh!” Eddie scrubbed his nose with his wrist, “screw ihhhh-it get this ithihhhch out of mby dnose…sndf.” “Your wish is my command…”Steve cupped his boyfriend's face in his hands, letting his thumbs ghost over Eddie’s sinus as his breath hitched wildly. “Ohhhhuh that itches…”Eddie whined his pink nostrils flickering and flaring. Steve hummed, using his blunt nails to trace Eddie’s wide nostrils teasing the rims of his nostril, the hot pink flesh squirming underneath his gentle touch. Not enough to tip him over the edge just enough to tease him. “Steeeeve…”Eddie whined, rubbing his itchy pink nose against the younger man’s knuckles, huffing at his boyfriend with a watery glare. “Alright, alright,”Steve laughed, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend’s cheek, “I’ll stop teasing…” He traced his blunt nail down Eddie’s septum one last time before ducking under the couch. He slid a small box from under the couch that contained a few items that Steve knew Eddie was allergic to, letting his boyfriend choose from them. Inside was a small sample size cologne bottle, a feather that had been collecting dust, and a single lily. Eddie looked over his selection with watery eyes, absentmindedly rubbing his nose. Plucking the single feather from the box, twirling it in his finger before handing it to Steve with an amused little gleam in his eyes, “Do yohuhhh-your worst baby…” That was all the permission Steve needed to start tracing Eddie’s nose with the feather, doing figure eights on his trembling nostrils. “Hihh’huhh’ihhh!”Eddie’s breath hitched widely as the feather brushed over his nose igniting the burning itch deep in his nostrils. He felt the feather slip into his nose, the dusty feather twirling around brushing the edges of his sinus’, chest swelling with large breaths. A single strand brushed against a particularly sensitive spot in his left nostril and something in him finally snapped. “Hih’ihGXSHiew! Hah’IHGSHIIEW! Hih’ihh…gh.”Eddie scrubbed his itchy pink nose in little circles, the tickle continuing to tease his poor sensitive nose. “Not so rough, Ed’s…”Steve cooed, gently tugging Eddie’s hands away from his face, so that he could rub his nose for him. Feeling his nostrils squirm underneath his touch. “Hih’GXXsht!”Eddie stifled a sneeze against Steve’s finger tips with a whine, mashing his hot pink nostrils against his finger tips, “...ghh sorry ‘bout that…” “ S’okay baby…”Steve murmured, a flush creeping up his face when Eddie stifled a sneeze against his fingers. “Mmm…I guess it’s a good thing that you like this…”Eddie hummed, watching the younger man's face turn a lovely shade of pink as he took the feather from his hand. Using it to tease his irritated nose. “Hah’ehhh…”He squinted, feeling his chest swell with itchy breaths as Eddie teased his own nose doing his best to hold back, watching Steve squirm. Eddie sniffled thickly a bit of fluff getting suctioned into his wide nostrils before letting loose, “Hah’AHSHiew!! ‘ESSshiew!!! HEH’ISSshiew!!!...gh” He flopped against the couch, with a stuffy sigh, panting. “That was quite the show baby…”Steve cleared his throat, using a couple of tissues to get him cleaned up, “think it’s time for some allergy meds.”

He replaced the feather sliding the box back underneath the couch before getting up to go grab the allergy meds.

Bringing a wet washcloth with him, Steve used it to wipe down Eddie’s itchy face, shaking out a couple of pills pressing them into his boyfriend's hand. “Yeah I think it’s time for some meds and a nap…”He murmured. “Cad’t gotta fidish the cabpaigd…”Eddie answered stuffily blowing his nose into the tissues Steve held to his nose, taking the medicine with a sip of water.

“Your next campaign isn’t for a few days…”Steve combed the older man’s hair back away from his face, pulling him back onto the couch with him so he could lay down, “you got time to take a nap with me.”

Eddie didn’t put up much of a fight, slumping against Steve’s chest letting his eyes slip closed before his body fully relaxed with a stuffy little snore.

[sleptwithinthesun]

hi hello hey :) i'm sleptwithinthesun, or sunday, and i wrote for someone anonymous!! this is my first 9/1/1 fic for kb's secret santa project and i hope that 1.4K words is sufficient. happy holidays to y'all if you celebrate <3

It's supposed to be a celebration.

It's supposed to be a celebration, but it sure as hell feels like the exact opposite of one.

Eddie glances across the living room to where Bobby and Athena are talking quietly with Maddie and Chimney, heads bent low together, clearly worried in the way they always are when it concerns Buck. Their youngest firefighter hasn't shown up to the Grant-Nash's annual winter party yet, even though he's usually the first one to arrive. None of them have heard from him since Thursday, when he left after his last shift of the week, and it's now Saturday.

But he'd said that he was coming.

"Heard anything?" Hen asks, but her tone suggests that she already knows the answer to that question. They all do; of course they haven't. Either Buck has disappeared, or he's driving and won't reply.

Eddie shakes his head regardless, lips pursed, and Hen offers a sympathetic smile. "You know how he is," she says, rolling her eyes and trying to change the mood. "He probably got caught up in researching something and lost track of time."

"Yeah," he says reluctantly. While Hen does have a point, it's still unlike Buck to forget about commitments he'd made, especially when they involve the rest of their firehouse and extended network of pseudo-family.

"You're still worried," Hen says. It's not a question, and she smiles when Eddie nods. "Yeah. Say what, how about we all give him another five minutes, and if he's not here by then, we'll call him. If he doesn't answer, then we'll send you over to his loft and you can check on him."

"Deal," he responds immediately, and Hen nods silently before walking straight into Chimney, Maddie, Bobby, and Athena's conversation, not waiting for Eddie to follow her before changing the topic, asking Bobby about the possibility of another probie at the firehouse, since Eddie was their most recent. Through the whole conversation, Eddie checks his phone approximately every thirteen seconds, waiting for the five-minute mark to pass before stepping away and pressing his phone to his hear. Nothing but voicemail.

Hen catches his eye at his puts the phone down. "He didn't pick up?"

"No. I'm going over to his loft," Eddie says, already shoving his phone into his pocket and shrugging back into his jacket. "I'll text you guys once I figure out what's going on."

"Drive safely!" Athena calls after him.

"Always!" he promises, then practically runs the rest of the way to his car once he's out of sight.

-

Buck doesn't answer the door, either, and Eddie resorts to using the spare key Buck had given him to get in. "Buck?" he calls into the space, glancing around the kitchen and living room, noting the absolute absence of. Well, of anything. The rooms are empty, with no sign Buck's eaten anything or even been downstairs lately. "Buck?"

"...Eds?"

"Hey, man," Eddie calls, toeing off his shoes before heading up the stairs to his bedroom. "Are you alright? We missed you over at Bobby and Athena's— holy shit."

Buck smiles weakly up at him, coughing into his fist a second later. "Yeah, it's been a rough couple of days."

"Why the hell didn't you say anything?" Eddie asks, glancing around the room. There's not a single mug of tea or bottle of medication. "Have you just been suffering for the past two days?"

"Kind of," Buck murmurs, then buries his face in the pile of blankets on his bed and sneezes. "HT'SCHH'uh! USSHHU!"

"Salud, dinero," Eddie says, walking over to him and brushing his hair out of his face. "No fever, that's good."

"It's not that bad, really," Buck says. "I'm not even congested. Just..."

"Completely miserable."

"Exactly. Right on the money."

"Again, why didn't you say anything?"

Buck shrugs. Even if he's not feverish, he's still pale and disheveled, and he looks sick in that coldish way, all exhausted and haggard with dull eyes. "I thought it was a twenty-four hour thing, didn't want to bother the rest of you if it wasn't a big deal." As if to completely contradict him, he ducks into his elbow again. "huh'TSCHHU!"

"Salud," Eddie says, raising an eyebrow at the previous comment. "Buck, you didn't show up to Bobby and Athena's party tonight, that counts as a big deal."

And with that statement, Buck completely freezes, his eyes going deer-in-the-headlights-wide. "That was tonight?" he squeaks, and Eddie would laugh if he didn't look so distressed.

"Hey, don't worry about it," Eddie reassures. "I'll just text them and let them know you're alive, then make sure you stay that way."

"You know, I've nearly died at least six times," Buck points out.

"Don't remind me," Eddie grumbles, pulling out his phone and opening the 118 + Athena group chat.

Eddie: I found Buck.

Chim: Excellent. We placed a bet on why he didn't show up.

Eddie: Why?

Chim: Why not?

Maddie: I think the better question is why isn't Buck here, Eddie?

Eddie: Your brother got himself sick and decided not to tell anyone.

Bobby: Again?!

Maddie: Not again.

Eddie: ...What do you mean, "again"?

Hen: He's done this multiple times before. Don't give Buck peppermint tea; he's allergic.

Chim: Y'all owe me five bucks.

Eddie: Thanks, Hen. Chim, not the time.

Athena: Sometimes, I wonder how half of you made it to college. Buck included.

Eddie rolls his eyes and tucks his phone back into his pocket. "So, you've done this before?"

"Maybe once or twice," Buck says, shrugging. Eddie gives him a skeptical look, and he instantly capitulates. "Okay, are we talking over my entire life or since I came to the 118?"

"I don't even think I want to know." Eddie sighs. "Think you're up to eating something?"

Buck wiggles his hand back and forth. "I could try."

"Good. Get up, change your clothes, and meet me downstairs."

"Sir, yes, sir," Buck says, rolling his eyes but pulling off his shirt as Eddie heads back down the stairs.

In the kitchen, the first thing Eddie does is search for tea. Surprisingly enough, Buck largely prefers tea over coffee, it's just that the latter is more abundant and easier to make than a cup of earl gray every morning, especially with their schedules. Still, Buck has a pretty large tea collection in the cabinet over his stove, although Eddie notes that there's no peppermint, just as Hen had warned.

He hears Buck before he sees him, the other man sneezing just as Eddie sets the kettle down on the electric stovetop and turns it on. "HT'SHUHH!"

"Salud," he says, pointing to one of the stools at the table. "Sit."

"Yeah, good idea," Buck says, and Eddie goes to search for soup. "You really don't have to do this, you know."

"You're not going to if I leave, though, are you?"

Buck's silence speaks volumes, and they sit there for a moment as Eddie triumphantly pulls out a can of chicken noodle soup. It should strike him as strange, how unfamiliar he is with Buck's kitchen when Buck knows where everything is at his house, but the younger firefighter is at his house a lot more often than Eddie's over at his loft. In fact, he could probably count the times he's been over here for leisure on one—

"hih'ISHH! ISCHH'uh!"

"Salud, dinero," Eddie says absently, still rooting around in Buck's cabinets for the bowls.

"SCHH'UH! H'SHHH!"

"Amor... I don't think we have a word if you get past three—"

"USHHUU!"

"Jesus," Eddie mumbles to himsel, finally turning around to see Buck rubbing miserably at his nose. "You okay?"

"Peachy," Buck grumbles, but softens as he says, "Thank you for coming over. I appreciate it."

"Of course," Eddie says. "That's what friends are for, isn't it?"

Buck laughs. "If you call opening every cabinet in my kitchen in a desperate search 'taking care of me', then sure. Bowls are the second cabinet to your left, by the way."

"Sometimes, I wonder why I even bother."

"Believe me, I do the same thing."

Eddie laughs. "By the way, the rest of them bet on why you didn't show up."

"Of course they did," Buck says. "Who won?"

"Chimney."

"Over Maddie?" Buck asks, disbelieving. "Over my own sister?"

"I think she thought you'd be better by now," Eddie says innocently, ignoring the indignant shout from behind him as he finally locates a bowl. That's what friends are for, he thinks. Gentle insults are just another part of the package.

[perfectpaperbluebirds]

To Make You Well

Guess what, it’s another Secret Santa post from @softsnzstuff KB’s Secret Santa! I wrote for anon who requested a Grey’s Anatomy cold fic. I’ve always meant to write for Grey’s. Glad I finally got the chance! Hope you like it, anon

Words: 1957

Derek Shepherd was in the kitchen making coffee. Meredith Grey, freshly showered and ready for another day at the hospital, had just come into the kitchen. As she approached, Derek suddenly threw an arm over his face to muffle a sneeze:

"Hih'NGTCH!"

"Bless you," Meredith laughed, coming to his side to kiss him on the cheek. "Are you okay?"

"Thanks," he said, chuckling as he wrapped an arm around her waist. "I'm fine. Dusty in here I guess."

"Well it's not like I have a lot of free time to dust. If the dust bothers you, then you take care of it," she said playfully. 

"Or we could just hire a cleaning service." He kissed the top of her head. 

"I like the way you think," she said, taking the mug of coffee he held out to her. 

They finished their morning routine as usual, and soon enough the pair was arriving at the hospital for their shifts. As busy surgeons, they saw very little of each other throughout the day. On this particular day though, the next time Meredith saw Derek, he was sneezing again. She was coming up a hallway only to find Derek standing at the nurses station, reading through a chart. Before she could catch his attention, he quickly turned his face into his elbow:

"HhHIITCHH'uhh!" With a little 'guh' sound, he freed his face with an annoyed-sounding sniffle, shaking his head. 

"Bless you!" Meredith called.

He looked up, startled, but smiled upon seeing her as she stopped in front of him. 

"Now don't tell me the hospital is dusty too," she said. 

"Must be," he replied. "Or maybe someone is wearing strong perfume." 

"I don't smell any perfume."

"I guess my nose is better than yours, then," he said matter-of-factly, scrubbing his nose into his shoulder with another small sniffle. 

Meredith looked skeptical. "Are you sure you're–"

"Meredith, I'm fine. Really. Don't worry about me so much," he said, gently scolding.

She sighed, shaking her head. "Okay. But you better actually be fine."

"I promise I am. Will that be all, Dr. Grey?" he said with a smile. 

"That will be all, Dr. Shepherd," she grinned back, continuing on her way. 

The third time she caught him sneezing, she began to think it wasn't a coincidence. She was swinging through the cafeteria for a bagel for her and Cristina when she caught sight of him once more, evidently on his way out with his own food. She would normally not have tried to get his attention since he seemed to be in a hurry, but just as he passed the last table he stopped, hunching into his elbow to sneeze: 

"Hihh'TEHHCH! HEHHTchoo!"

Bless you, bless you," she called, striding over to him. He jumped when he heard her, turning. This time he didn't smile when he saw her. She couldn't help but notice how much more tired he looked even from a few hours ago, with dark circles under his eyes. 

"Thanks. But you know you don't need to bless me every time you hear me sneeze," he said, sounding annoyed. 

"Yes I do. It's part of the rules of being a couple," she replied. "And you're sneezing in pairs now. You never sneeze in pairs except when you're sick."

"And how could you possibly know that? That's not true. I'm fine as ever."

"It's absolutely true. I have my sources. You're getting sick, Dr. Shepherd, don't try to deny it. Even if I didn't hear you, I could see it in your eyes."

Derek sniffled self-consciously. "As much as I would love to argue about that, I don't have time right now. I was due in surgery two minutes ago. I have to go. I'll talk to you tonight." He sped away without giving her a chance to reply. 

She rolled her eyes at his retreating back. "Men. They're all the same, even dreamy doctors," she muttered to herself, getting back into line for her own food.

Meredith caught Derek sneezing one final time before their shifts ended, and it was the most pathetic display of all. As usual, she was not even looking for him. She had just gotten herself an iced coffee and was heading back to the nurses station when she heard the familiar sound of a pair of wet, stifled sneezes coming from inside the on-call room she had just passed. 

"Hihh'GHETTchh! Ihhg'EHTCH!!"

The sound stopped her short, but she wondered if she should just let him be, since he was evidently trying not to be noticed. When he sneezed again a moment later, though, another miserable pair, her mind was made up. With a short knock she entered the small room, making Derek jump, his hands still cupped over his nose and mouth. 

"Bless you," his partner said quietly, closing the door being herself and giving him a knowing look. 

"… Thank you," he sighed, looking defeated. 

"So do you want to explain why you're hiding in an on-call room to sneeze?" she asked.

"I'm not hiding. I just happened to sneeze while I was already in here," he retorted. 

"Well, why were you in here at all?" She glanced at her watch. "Your shift ends in less than three hours. That's not enough time to bother trying to sleep. And I know you got out of surgery not that long ago." 

"I just… needed a minute, I guess. I wasn't planning to sleep, just rest my eyes," Derek said, scrubbing a hand over his stubbled face, with special attention given to his nose. Meredith looked at him in concern, stepping closer to caress his cheek.

"You're not feeling well at all, are you? You look exhausted. And you feel pretty warm, too. The OR is the last place you should be if you're sick, you know that. It might be best if you go home early." 

"You don't need to worry about me so much, Mer. I promise I'm fine. I can still do surgery and there's no reason I can't finish this shift."

"But you're coming down with a cold. What if you have to sneeze while you're in surgery? What if you sneeze on someone's brain!" 

Derek gave her a warning look. "I've never sneezed on someone's brain before and I don't plan to start today. I can survive for a few more hours."

The last word was almost lost as he yawned hugely, immediately contradicting his statement. Meredith gave him a look of her own, then sighed. She knew she would be acting the exact same way if their roles were reversed. After all, they were surgeons first and foremost. 

"Well if you're going to stay, then you'll need this." She handed him her precious coffee. "Take a twenty minute power nap, then drink that when you wake up."

He chuckled softly. "Alright. Any other orders, Dr. Grey?" he asked, his eyes dancing even through the fatigue.

"That's all for now. I'm sure I'll have more when we get home," she said. 

"Then I'll await your wisdom with bated breath," Derek said. "And thank you for the coffee."

"You're welcome. You know I wouldn't give my coffee up for just anyone."

"I appreciate the sacrifice. I'll do my best to honor it," Derek said solemnly. 

"Good. Then I'll leave you in peace. I'll see you later." They shared a tiny kiss, then, true to her word, she backed out of the room and closed the door.

She didn't have much of a chance to worry about him after that. In fact, she hardly had time to replace her coffee before the ER got busy with surgical cases, and from then on there was no down time for anyone. Before she knew it, her own shift had ended. She made her way home in the usual sleepy, post adrenaline haze, hardly noticing her surroundings. 

The house was silent when she arrived. She knew Derek had come home a few hours before, and she hoped he was in bed. After a quick shower, she was also ready to sleep, so she headed straight for the bedroom. 

Derek was indeed fast asleep and snoring away congestedly when she entered. He was wearing a sweatshirt and flannel pants even under the duvet and his nightstand was already littered with used tissues and bottles of cold medicine. Meredith considered waking him to fuss over him, or at least feel his forehead to check his temperature, since the flush over his cheeks was worrisome, but in the end she let him be, too tired herself to want to do more doctoring until she slept for a while. She fetched them both bottles of water to find when they woke, then crawled into bed beside him, thankful for the pre-warmed sheets, and was asleep beside her partner in minutes. 

She was awakened an indeterminate amount of time later by the motion of the mattress as someone crawled under the covers. Rolling over, her eyes met Derek's. He was sipping from a steaming mug, red-nosed and bleary-eyed, but gave her a tired smile. 

"Sorry I woke you," he said, hoarse and congested. "You can go back to sleep. You don't need to be up for hours yet."

"No it's okay," she yawned. "How are you feeling?"

As if in reply, Derek's breath hitched into a messy pair of sneezes:

"HEEIHT'choo! Hihh!- Hiihh'TEHHTCH!"

"Bless you," Meredith said. "That good, huh? You sound very germy." 

"I am very cold-ridden," he agreed, sniffling pathetically. "I don't plan to leave this bed in the foreseeable future, unless it's to get more coffee."

"Is that so? I thought you had to work today."

Derek sniffled again. "I already called off. That's what I was doing just now. I really don't feel great. And as a wise person noted, it would be pretty terrible if I sneezed on someone's brain in the OR. It's safer for everyone if I stay home. This way you're the only person that's at risk of catching this."

He coughed wetly after the long speech, covering his nose and mouth with his shirt collar before returning to his drink. 

"Poor guy, you really must be sick. I didn't think there was anything that could convince you to call off." 

"I can be reasonable when necessary," he replied with a yawn. "And before you ask, yes, I have a mild fever. 100.5 when I checked just now. I think it was higher when I got home, though."

"Then I'm definitely glad you're staying home. And as it turns out, we'll both be staying home. Since you were getting sick, I thought it might be best for me to stay home too, since like you said, I'll probably catch this or at least be a carrier. Plus, you need someone to take care of you. I traded my next few shifts, so I'll be here with you for whatever you need." 

"That wasn't necessary, you know. I've taken care of myself just fine for all these years before you came along."

"Well it's done now. You're stuck with me." 

"If you insist." Derek said, shaking his head. Meredith could tell he was pleased, though. He set the mug aside, yawning again. "Before you start doctoring my cold though, can I request some more sleep as the first course of treatment?" 

"Absolutely," Meredith mumbled around a yawn of her own, rolling back over and closing her eyes. "As long as I get the same treatment." 

"Deal," Derek agreed, sliding under the blankets. Before he drifted off, though, he slid closer to his partner until he was spooning her from behind, making her smile, which in turn made him smile. It was only when they were pressed together that they both fell deeply asleep. 

[snezinnnngggg]

This is my secret Santa for @disasterman-snz I hope you like it! I’ve never seen the show, so this is set in a university AU. Happy holidays! @softsnzstuff (sorry, forgot to tag you too!)

Steve was sick with a terrible cold. The kind of cold that makes your nose tickle constantly, and plugs up your nose even while it runs. He’s just so tired and all he wants is to slide into bed and sleep. And sneeze. His nose has been irritated all day.

But he can’t. Because he promised Eddie that he’d come over, and he’s not going to cancel. It’s much too late to cancel anyways, and they haven’t seen each other for days. Their work and class schedules have been brutal this past week.

So Steve tiredly showers and changes his clothes and heads to his boyfriend’s apartment. Tissues are stuffed in his backpack, both the travel packs and a full box, but he’s hoping to hide his cold from Eddie as long as he can.

The walk over to Eddie’s place takes ten minutes which is normally not a problem. But today, the ten minutes are pure hell. It’s freezing cold, and even though Steve doubled up on jackets, he’s still cold. The biting wind makes his nose red and runny, which is not helping making him look healthy.

Eddie notices him shivering right away, greeting him at the door, and ushering him inside.

“Oh you poor thing, you’re freezing, come in!” Eddie exclaims, leading him to the couch where there’s already a pile of blankets.

There’s something underneath the blankets, but Steve doesn’t notice Eddie quickly grab it and shove it in his pocket. He’s too busy trying to hold back a sneeze. God, his nose is just so itchy!

Apparently his sniffling draws Eddie’s attention.

“Aw Stevie, is your nose running from the cold? Let me give you a tissue,” he says, grabbing on from the coffee table in front of them.

It’s a little weird that the box there and not in the bathroom, but Steve isn’t going to complain. He’s going to blame his sniffles on the cold as long as he can.

“Heh'nxgt!”

A stifled sneeze breaks through Steve’s defense. He sniffles and wipes his nose, hoping Eddie hasn’t noticed.

He has.

“It must be really cold out there,” Eddie remarks, watching him carefully. He looks like he’s going to say something else, but his eyes go hazy for a few moments and his body twitches awkwardly.

Steve is just about to ask what’s wrong when Eddie blurts out, “I need to use the bathroom real quick!” and rushes out of the room.

Weird. His boyfriend isn’t usually like this. But Steve can’t complain, because with Eddie out of the room, he’s free to let out his sneezes and blow his nose properly.

“hiih’CHIIEW! hh’yiCHHiew! Heh..heehh…HESCHEW!”

The triple comes out strong and messy. Steve groans and plucks several tissues from the box. He gives his nose a hearty blow, trying to get all the congestion out. Only after the first few tissues are spent does his realize that the blowing with make his nose even more red. Oh well. Maybe he’ll turn off the lights when they watch a movie.

He’s got it all planned out. Steve will suggest having a movie night, they’ll pick something, and Eddie will fall asleep halfway through. Then Steve can rest, and tomorrow, when he’s feeling better, they’ll really hang out.

It’s a perfect plan.

“Hey, wanna watch a movie?” Eddie asks as he walks back into the room. Great minds think alike and all that.

His nose is a little pink, Steve notes. Maybe he left the bathroom window open again and it’s cold in there. Eddie’s horribly allergic to the scent of cleaning supplies, so every time he cleans, he has to open as many windows as he can. And sometimes he forgets to close them in the evening.

“Cleaned the bathroom today?” he teases Eddie.

Eddie’s eyes widen slightly, and a panicked look crosses his face. It’s just a few moments, but it’s enough to be suspicious.

“Uh yeah,” Eddie says quickly, moving over to the TV so his back is to Steve, “so what movie do you want to watch?”

Steve shrugs. It doesn’t really matter what movie they watch as long as they can fall asleep. They scroll through Eddie’s Netflix, and Steve suggests the first movie that he thought would be quiet.

Honestly, Steve falls asleep barely ten minutes in. When he wakes up, he won’t be able to remember the title, or even what the movie was about. His cold has sapped all of his energy.

…

“HAHTshoo!”

“EEHSHHhhhhew!”

Steve sneezes himself awake. Then he squints in confusion. There were two sneezes, but he only sneezed once.

He shifts slightly on the couch, eyes widening when he sees Eddie hunched over with his hands steepled over his nose.

“You caught my cold!”

“I got you sick!”

They both speak at the same time with equally guilty looks on their faces.

Steve suddenly understands what’s happened. They’d been too busy hiding their colds from one another that they didn’t realize the other was sick.

“How long have you been sick?” Steve asks his boyfriend.

Eddie smiles sheepishly. “Only a few days.”

Steve hits him gently on the shoulder, scolding him, “Why didn’t you say something?”

“Why didn’t you say something?” Eddie retorts. They both sniffle at the same time.

“Since we’re both sick, wanna stay here all day?” Steve suggests.

Eddie nods quickly, ducking his head down as he sneezes.

HISHIEW!

“Yep, we’re definitely staying here. You rest,” Steve says, reaching out to feel Eddie’s forehead. It’s not warm, which is promising.

Rubbing his nose, Eddie admits, “Tissues would be ndice.”

Steve nods. He wants to take care of his boyfriend. And he’s not feeling too awful yet, still at the early stages of his own cold.

NGXTT’chh!

A mostly stifled sneeze reminds Eddie that he’s sick too.

“How about I get the tissues and you get comfy here. You’re sick too,” Eddie says, feeling Steve’s forehead. He frowns, so it must be a little warm.

“Hurry back,” Steve says. It’s nearly a whine, and he would be embarrassed, but he really does feel horrible. Now that he no longer has to pretend, he’s really starting to feel sick.

Eddie smiles softly at him before leaving for the tissues. He smirks a little when comes back with two boxes, one for each of them.

They settle back in the couch, cuddled up under the blankets. Steve rests his head on Eddie’s chest, and they take a moment to just rest. The moment turns into several, and soon they’re both letting out loud, congested snores. They’ll inevitably get worse before getting better, but at least they can take care of each other.

[snezi]

Hi @my-snz-blog! I’m your secret Santa this year! I wrote you a tiny Star Trek fic featuring Kirk and McCoy - I wasn’t sure what your preferred pairings were, so I hope that’s okay! :) Snz spellings are inspired by hessickjim.

(Also tagging @softsnzstuff to be sure this gets to you!)

Midterms were finally over at the Starfleet academy, and Jim was pumped! After days of all-nighters and practically being glued to the chair in the library, slogging through brain-boggling amounts of material, he couldn’t wait to see Bones again and go out for some drinks. They had a long weekend now, since they always got a short fall break after exams, and Jim was determined to have as much fun as was humanly possible.

The air had turned bitterly cold lately, and Jim could see his breath as he hurried across campus towards Leonard’s room. The biting frost combined with the euphoria of the break had Kirk feeling electric. Had it really only been 3 days since he’d seen the man? It felt more like an eternity.

Bounding up the stairs to the private room, he rapped quickly on the door.

“Who is it?” Called a voice that almost sounded…hoarse?

“Bones…?” Jim replied hesitantly, slightly confused. “It’s me!”

A shuffling from inside, and then Leonard appeared, opening the door only part way. He looked haggard, his eyes red-rimmed, face pale, and hair mussed. He clutched a quilt around his shoulders.

For a moment, Jim just stood there in shock. “Whoa, Bones, you look like hell.”

The older man scoffed out a laugh that quickly turned into a dry, raspy cough. “You say the nicest things to me,” he muttered, his voice gravelly. “Whadda ya want?”

“Well, I haven’t seen you in forever, so I wanted to check on you! And also to see if you wanted to go out tonight. But never mind that, we can just hang out here!”

He took a step toward Leonard, who immediately pulled the door further closed. “I don’t think so. I don’t want…want you c-catching…thi-hhhhhh’AHSCHHhuuh!” He ducked away, releasing a massive sneeze into his quilt-covered arm, blinking blearily in the aftermath.

“Bless you,” Kirk winced.

The sick man released a garbled, scraping sound as he cleared his throat. “As I said, I don’t want you catching this.”

“Yeah, you sound terrible. Which is why you need me around to help! I’ll be fine! Please?” He unleashed his best big-blue-puppy-eyes look.

“Absolutely n-no-hhhuh’AHTCSHhu!” This second sneeze bent the med student nearly in half, his grip on the door the only thing keeping him upright.

Jim quickly ducked under Leonard’s arm, keeping it around his neck while wrapping his own arm around his waist. “Easy, Bones. Why don’t you sit down?”

Forced to keep the blanket clamped to his mouth and nose in the aftermath of his drenching, messy sneeze, the med student had no choice but to relent. Jim gently guided him back to his bed, where he immediately grabbed a wad of tissues and cleaned up.

“I’m serious, kid, you should get out of here,” he rasped again, before dissolving into a crackly coughing fit that made his lungs ache.

It hurt Jim’s heart to see him like this. He rubbed circles into Bones’s chest until the fit abated, and the man leaned back against his headboard, looking spent.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he insisted, his blue eyes meeting Leonard’s hazel ones.

Something vulnerable seemed to flash through the older man’s gaze, but before he could respond, he succumbed to another fit of coughing that refused to subside. Jim ran to get a glass of water, his heart rate spiking as icy tendrils of anxiety gripped his gut. What if Bones needed medical attention? He was no doctor! Would he even be able to convince him to go?

The cold water seemed to help, though, and finally Leonard got control of his lungs back.

“Can I get you anything? More water? Tea? Medicine?” Kirk asked, a bit more frantically than he intended.

Still breathing raggedly, Bones reached out and grabbed his wrist, momentarily halting his spiraling thoughts. “I’m alright, darlin’.”

“But maybe we should go to the clinic? What if you get worse?” Jim murmured, biting down hard on his bottom lip.

Leonard frowned. “Hey, don’t do that. C’mere.” He opened his arms and Jim dove into them, snuggling his face into Bones’s neck as he enveloped them both in the blanket. “What’s got you so worked up, now, hmm?”

“You’re sick, Bones,” Jim mumbled, reflexively squeezing him tighter. “I’m worried about you.”

The older man affectionately ruffled Jim’s hair, grateful he couldn’t see how much he was blushing. “You know, you can be pretty sweet when you’re not being a huge pain in my ass,” he teased.

Jim swatted him, grinning in spite of himself. “I’m serious.”

“And I appreciate your concern, darlin’. I’ve got a nasty bug, but that’s all it is. Okay?”

Jim leaned back to look searchingly into Leonard’s eyes, brow pinched in a slight frown. “You do feel really warm, though, Bones,” he fretted, placing a palm to his forehead, and then the back of his hand to the hollow of his neck. “I’m going to grab a cold cloth.”

Before McCoy could protest, he had leapt up and sprinted into the bathroom.

“Slow down, kid, before you trip and fall!” Leonard groused, a few tickly coughs bursting out after.

Completely ignoring the scolding, Jim came running back into the room, skidding to a stop next to the bed. He carefully folded the wet rag, and gently laid it against the back of Leonard’s neck.

“Damn that’s cold,” the med student hissed, wincing as a shiver suddenly ripped through him.

He barely had time to open his arms again before Jim was diving back into place against his chest.

“I’m sorry, Bones,” Kirk murmured softly, clutching him tightly. “I wish I was better at taking care of you.”

Leonard wrapped his arms around him, heart melting. “Hey, now, you’re doing great. I’m really alright, darlin’, okay?” He nudged Jim a bit, forcing him to sit up and meet his gaze.

Those big blue eyes were so trusting, it nearly broke Leonard’s heart. “Okay,” Kirk said.

“Good. Now, I don’t…w-wait, Jim-” But it was too late, Jim had already curled back into Bones’s neck, and any attempt to pry him off was not happening. Bones quickly covered Jim’s head and face with the quilt before he snapped to the side with a large, “HHH’MFFSSHHuh!”

“Bless you, Bones,” Jim smiled, peeking out from the blanket cocoon.

Leonard flushed as he sniffled wetly. “Ugh. You are definitely going to catch this.”

“Worth it,” Jim replied, hugging him tighter as he leaned up to kiss Bones’s cheek.

If anyone asked, his blush was definitely from the fever…

[slightlyunconventional]

wrong until you make it right (kb's (@softsnzstuff ) santa fic)

i wrote for @panpremie06 ! i'm your secret santa!

here's a little w/andan/at fic for u! i hope you enjoy <3

(title is from "everything will be alright" by the killers)

Rain hammering hard on her back, Natasha slouched into her home, soaked to the bone.

She had been called out on (extremely) short-notice for a mission, and had had the misfortune of meeting a particularly heavy shower of rain on her way back.

Sighing, she pushed open the door and exhaustedly kicked off her boots.

"Nat? Is that you?" a voiced called from the next room.

A feeling of warm relief swelled inside Natasha upon hearing Wanda's voice.

"Hey, love, I'm home," she replied, making her way to the living room.

Wanda was curled up on the sofa, a thick novel in one hand and a mug of steaming tea in the other. Her perfect, shiny auburn hair was a stark contrast to Natasha's dripping red locks. The room was warm, too, lit cosily with the dim glow of candles and the twinkling Christmas tree lights.

The sudden change in temperature ignited a prickling within Natasha's nose. She tipped forward with an impressive volley of sneezes.

"ahH'tSHUH! hUH'TSCH! uh-huHh'tTCHUH!"

Natasha righted herself, sniffling, and sighed again.

"Oh, honey..." Wanda cooed, standing up, "Rain took you by surprise, huh?"

Natasha nodded pitifully. Wanda set down her book and approached her, sympathy and worry in her red-brown eyes. She handed Natasha her tea, saying,

"I think you ought to have this, then. It seems as though you need it more than me."

She smiled sympathetically as Natasha took the mug, cradling it's warmth between her frigid fingers. Steam wafted up from it, warming her face.

"huh'iSSHU! Oh, god, sorry."

Natasha grimaced slightly as she sneezed into her soaked elbow.

"It's okay, hon. Let's get you upstairs and into some warm clothes."

Wanda held out her hand to Natasha. Seeing her girlfriend's glowing smile made Natasha feel slightly better.

Wanda helped Natasha up the stairs, pausing halfway up for a shaky, stifled set of sneezes. Once they reached the bedroom, Wanda sat Natasha down on their bed and began browsing the wardrobe for some warm clothes. She produced a thick cable knit sweater and a pair of pale grey leggings and handed it to Natasha.

She stood up from the bed, setting the mug of tea carefully on their bedside table and let Wanda help her peel off her rain-soaked combat gear.

As the sweater was being gently pulled over her arms, Natasha felt her breath catch with an incessant tickle in her nose.

"Wands, I'm gonna-"

She took a sharp breath in, unable to help herself, and folded on herself with a harsh;

"ahHH'TSHIUHh! Huhh.."

Wanda smiled gently as Natasha opened her mouth to apologise.

"Bless you, honey. Don't apologise, it's okay."

Her smooth, homely voice warmed Natasha's chilled bones.

-

After a while, Natasha's hair was towelled dry and she was comfortable in warm clothes. She and Wanda sat close together on their plush couch, layered with a blanket, legs entwined to share their warmth.

Natasha's head dipped for what seemed like the twentieth sneeze in two hours.

"huh.. huhH'KTSHUHh! Ugh, sorry, love," she mumbled, sniffling into her sleeve.

"That's okay," Wanda replied with a smile. She leaned forward and pressed a gentle hand onto Natasha's forehead, feeling her temperature.

"Oh, honey. You're feeling quite warm," she murmured with a touch of worry, "I think that rain's given you a cold, and a nastu one at that."

"God, I don't need a cold right now." Natasha groaned, screwing her eyes shut in frustration.

Wanda tilted her head and smiled sympathetically, and pulled Natasha closer to her.

"I'll be here to warm that cold," she smiled, "don't worry, Nat, honey."

"Th- hihh... huh'tSCHIEW! Thanks, love."

[softsnzstuff]

KB’s Snzblr Secret Santa!

~ Hello everyone! I thought it would be fun to organize a little secret Santa exchange for our corner of the snz/whump/illness community! Details and instructions to participate below! -KB

Start here!! If you would like to participate in the event, please fill out this Google Form. You have until November 14th to comment and then I will be closing entry.

After entry is closed, I will take all the comments and try to match you with a secret Santa who is familiar with or also likes one or some of your fandoms. I will be DM-ing you who you will be writing for (the blog and their list of fandoms).

For those who have never participated in a secret Santa, the basic premise is that you will write a little ficlet or draw a picture or something for someone without them knowing! Everyone who participates will have something posted for them as well ☺️ Hoping this will spread the love and help you discover more blogs you might like!

I’ll announce a time frame in December for everyone to post their work, example: “Im KB and was secret Santa for {blog}. Here is their fic.” (Unfortunately because everyone would have to post, I don’t currently have a way for people to play anonymously, but if this goes well maybe I can figure something out for next year??

Your work can be any medium so long as it can be posted. Drawing, digital art, ficlet, etc. The piece does NOT have to be holiday or Christmas themed unless that’s what you wish to do.

My ask box is open if there are any questions. If I get a lot of similar ones I’ll perhaps make an FAQ.

Until Nov 14th, share this post and check out the Google Form.

🎄🤍KB

[groundcontrol21]

Sneezecret Santa Post!! 🎄🎉

So I took part in the Secret Santa exchange orchestrated by the illustrious and wonderful @softsnzstuff . I wrote for an anonymous snz fan. Anon, I unfortunately was very unaware of the fandoms you like, but since you also like character A/B/C stories, here's one of those! I tried to make it extra heaping on the fluff for you 🎅🎄Happy reading!

A pushes the front door shut, and it barely clicks on its hinges before they are bending forward with a harsh sneeze. They groan, fishing in the pocket of their trousers, their voice rough and gravelly. 

"I... I'm so stuffed up. Jesus,” they moan, loudly but to no one in particular. A’s breath hitches, and they bury their face in the crumpled wad of tissues as they sneeze again and again. Once they’ve finished clearing the worst from their sinuses for the moment, they blink away the rheum in their eyes and realize, that’s right, they’re spending the night at B’s flat tonight instead of their own. The light is on, and the television is whirring softly. The flat’s, well, not-emptiness is just as healing as any medicine. 

"I... I'm home,” A calls hoarsely, then adds a mumbled, “Finally.” Their breath hitches again, sending them back to the tissue wad. “Oh this cold—my head's stuffed to the brim..."

Their partner, B, looks up from where they lounge, crocheting on the couch. Their brow furrows in concern. “I guess I shouldn’t even ask how your day was?” 

A snorts, then sniffles and rubs their nose with the back of their wrist. "I... it was fine. I guess.” They sigh. “Just had a lot of students come in with colds, so I'm not surprised I got it, too.” 

A sniffle and a sneeze catch them roughly off guard. “Oh, man,” A mutters. They sneeze and cough again, rubbing at the ache in their throat.  Not surprised, given the colds making the rounds at the university where they lecture, but certainly not happy about it, either. They swallow thickly. “How’s the crochet coming along?”

Something about the way the swallow grated so raw against their sore throat made tears spring to A’s eyes, and they sniffle and wipe them away. 

B looks up with a playful smile. “Does it really look that bad?”

A runs a hand along the length of their face, even as an exhausted smile shows through. “Of course not,” they say emphatically, even though they both know B was joking. A has always been impressed by their partner’s hobby; something about the intricate work is so mesmerizing, even calming. 

A sniffles again. “I'm just so stuffed up it feels like someone dumped a bunch of cement up there." They tap their aching, swollen sinuses for proof,  trying and failing for a deep inhale through their nose. "I... I can't breathe. Feels like my brain's swelling and... God, this is terrible."

B pats the couch cushion beside them, moving aside the ball of yarn. “Why don’t you sit down and watch me, hmm? I know how much you like it.” 

At the thought of resting their aching body after a day of lecturing, A moans with such relief it sends a shiver coursing through them. "Mmm—Oh, please..." They shuffle over to the couch and slowly lower themselves down, sinking into the cushions and resting their head against the backrest. "Christ, I feel so sick... You've got some cold medicine, don't you?"

“I do.” B leans forward and presses a kiss to their forehead. “You just rest here while I get it for you, alright?” 

"Mmm..." A mumbles inelegantly. "Don't be long..." They whimper. "P—please..."

“I won’t,” B promises, and true to their word they are back with a bottle of cold medicine in hand before A had really registered they had left. 

A’s expression is a bit pained as they take it from B; their head is suddenly pounding with a vengeance. "Thank you.” A fumbles with the cap, fingers feeling wholly uncooperative. The bottle is new, and they struggle to turn the cap and break the seal, their hands unusually clumsy. The intense and prolonged period of leaning downward to open the bottle has caused their nose to run anew, and they sniffle miserably. 

 "Hnggh... God, it feels like my entire face is swollen.” Wordlessly, B takes the bottle from A, who smiles sheepishly. “I—I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have you. "

B opens the bottle easily and smiles. “You wouldn’t have any cold medicine, for a start.” 

A gulps down a capful of the medicine, wrinkling their nose ever so slightly at the taste, but even that proves too much for the sensitive appendage. They bend forward with two full, wet sneezes. 

A feels that they have been messy, and their face scrunches in abject repulsion. They don’t even know where that sad bunch of tissues has gone, not they they would do much good in such a soaked state. Instead, A rubs their fingers over their nose to collect the worst of the mess. 

"Oh my God, B,” they groan. Then, after some more deep, loud sniffling in a futile attempt to regain control of their sinuses, they remember how gross they must look right now. "I'm... I'm so sorry,” they say desperately. “That was disgusting. I’m disgusting. That's... that's—you didn't deserve that."

“You’re sick, sweetheart,” B says simply, stroking A’s hair a couple times. “It’s alright. Let me get you some tissues, though.” 

"I'm such a mess!" A cries. They cover their face with one hand and groan. "Ugh, I'm so sorry I'm such a mess right now..." They press down on his forehead as though they could force some sort of sense into his swollen mind. "I... I feel like hell.” They break off to sneeze, and sneeze again. “Like my head could explode at any second... oh..."

B returns with the tissues and hands them to A. “Hence why you should try blowing a bit of that gunk out, hmm?” 

"Mmm..." A hums, holding the fresh tissue against their nose, relishing in its softness before blowing a few times. They sniffle liquidly.  "That's not all... “ A cuts themselves off with a sharp sneeze. “That's not all of it, but it… it helps some. Thank you.” A coughs and clears their throat with a wince. "God, I feel awful... I feel so cold and hot at the same time..."

B frowns. “That’s my cue to get a thermometer then, huh?”

A groans and coughs again as B stands up to retrieve the thermometer.. “My throat feels so sore it’s hard to swallow.”

B comes back, and slips the thermometer gently between A’s lips. A’s eyes drift shut and they don’t open them when the thermometer beeps, too tired to even consider looking to see for themselves what the number reads. B caresses’s A’s cheek and takes the thermometer out to read it, making an unhappy noise. 

A murmurs in a gravelly voice, swallowing down a cough. "Is it bad? Tell me it's not bad..."

“It’s not terrible,” B says, “but it’s certainly not healthy. I think you’ve got the flu, my dear.” 

B takes a seat on the couch again next to A, who promptly flops against them bonelessly. “At this point, nothing surprises me.”

B clucks their tongue sympathetically. “Why don’t you just rest here on the couch with me while I crochet?” 

A’s eyes drift shut for a brief time, but the pulsing ache that throbs through their very bones keeps them from sleeping as they wish they could.  "I'm so tired,” A moans, opening their eyes again, muttering as their breath begins to hitch. "I can't rest, B... I can't…” They sneeze helplessly. “I'm so—*sneeze*—so blocked up I can't even catch my breath and these sneezes..." A groans, clutching at their face. "Christ...."

B sets aside their crochet needle and begins to massage A’s achy shoulders. “Just do your best to relax, honey.”

A flinches a little as their tense shoulders are kneaded and they release a relieved moan, their breathing already beginning to slow and deepen. "You're... you're so kind..." A says, sighing and nuzzling their head against B’s chest. "I don't know how I'd do it without you..."

“Good thing you’ll never have to, huh?” B says, and presses a kiss behind A’s ear. “I’ll be here for you always.” 

A’s body slouches so deeply into B that they're nearly lying on top of them, and they give a soft, happy sigh as B’s lips press to their skin. "Mmm… I love you so much..." A sneezes a few times, too exhausted to consider moving, and then nuzzles their face against B’s skin, closing their eyes as their breathing slows.

B smiles to themselves as their stuffy-nosed partner begins to snore, then resumes their crocheting once more. It isn’t long before A is fast asleep, and his peaceful, easy breathing is the perfect lullaby to accompany B’s handiwork.

[softsnzstuff]

Thanks for participating! This is great!!

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Hello @dominchoo, I'm your Secret Santa :D

I wasn't feeling too inspired to write and it's been years since I've last drawn something fetishy so here's an allergic Diluc (with his ponytail bc yeah 😶‍🌫️)

The idea is that he's been having a bad allergy day so he looks kind of done already lol. I hope you enjoy it and happy holidays! Thanks to @softsnzstuff for hosting this SS

Also I have a big anxiety of someone finding my vanillla art so if you're not a kink blog and you rb you're blocked 🤨

[snzzenby641]

While I don’t have the confidence to post any original art or fics yet, I will be doing my best to provide lots of fluffy prompts this holiday season!!

[loonysama]

First Line Game

feat Rules: List the first lines of the last ten (10) stories you published. Look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any. Then tag some friends.

Thanks for the tag @bad-at-names-and-faces! It's fun looking back at old stuff!

The last 10 things I posted on AO3 (going with most recent chapters of multi-chaps), newest to oldest:

1. "See anything good today, KB?" (Let the Wind Carry You Away)

2. Ding, ding It’s too fucking early for that shit. (Sophisticated Grace, Chapter 35)

3. “Oh, here, I’ll help you with those.” (The Refugees, Chapter 9)

4. Anna sat at the farthest gate at the terminal, vigilantly watching the updating arrival times and the weather updates, hoping for any change at all. (Always)

5. Anna leaned against the light pole and nonchalantly flipped through the paper. (La Estrella)

6. I reluctantly fish my hand around the red and green bowl to capture a small strip of paper with a coworker’s name. (Secret Santa and the Ugly Sweater Contest)

7. “Let it go!  Let it go!” Princess Melody sang at the top of her lungs as she skated across the glittering ice Aunt Elsa made just for her. (Pink)

8. I’ve had a huge crush on Hans for like months and months and months. (Uncertain Uncertainties)

9. Kristoff whistled as he deposited his punch card in the designated slot, but his boss Olaf caught him just before he reached the door. (To Be Continued)

10. The leaves on the apple trees were already changing color from the crisp, cool air and still sunny days that signaled the beginning of fall and the end of the apple harvest. (Iduna's Apple)

Tag! You're it! @hiptoff, @hyggescribbles, @true--north, @rebamacncheese, @bigfrozenfan