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[Character A] hadn’t meant to fall asleep at their desk in the middle of the workday. They’d simply wanted a few moments rest so their eyes would focus again and the pounding headache would recede a little. [A] had appointments to keep, meetings to attend, and a crushing amount of work to do. Groping for the tissue box they hoped was still in reach, [A] left their head resting on their arm, too tired to expend the effort of lifting it for the sole purpose of sneezing. What had started as feeling a little under the weather two days ago, had blossomed into one of the worst head colds [A] had ever had. Despite managing to grab a fistful of tissues, [A] still felt dampness in their palm after the second sneeze.

HehhIDGSHH! huh HuhIHNDGHHoo!

[Character A] groaned and felt congestion continue to drip down their nose and triggering another couple of sneezes.

hehIHHDNGshhoo! HehhIDGSHHoo!

“Wow, bless you,” [Character B] said from across the room where they’d been sitting and reading a magazine waiting for [Character A] to wake up from their impromptu nap. [A] winced when they snapped up, realizing they weren’t alone.

“What are you—oh, we were supposed to get lunch.” How unprofessional. [A] felt miserable—ill and humiliated that [Character B] had just witnessed them sleeping on the job and awaking a snotty, sneezing mess. “Let me gather my things and we can go.”

“The only place you’re going is to bed,” [Character B] said, standing and putting the magazine back down on the table.

“I’b fide,” [A] said thickly, reaching for more tissues, but the moment they tried to stand, a wave of dizziness forced [A] to collapse back into their desk chair. “Whoa.” How did they get so much worse in just a few hours? [Character B] smiled a little when [A] made a contented noise the moment they laid cool fingers against [A’s] warm forehead.

“You work too hard,” [B] said quietly. “It’s no wonder you’re sick.”

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things that turn me on as a girl with a sneeze kink

(are these thoughts/head canons?)

im bi so for me this can apply to either a boy or a girl, i just had a boy in mind when doing this fsr.

"bless you sweet girl/baby/princess/love/sweetheart"

"you want a tissue?" (same nicknames)

"your nose is all red, baby."

rubbing your back

holding the back of your head to their chest

wiping your nose with their thumb

forehead kisses when you sniffle

being spooned while you sneeze in your sweatshirt in bed

"you sick, princess?"

complaining to them about how much it tickles and they rub your nose for you

tickling you because they like the sound of your sneeze

tucking your hair behind your ear when you sneeze

hair strokes while you have a runny nose

"let it out, sweetie."

him telling you to not sneeze until he says and hes just like holding you while you whimper and squirm.

"good girl", after you sneeze/blow your nose.

or "good girl," for a loud whimper when holding it in for him

whispering bless you over and over in your hairline

the thumb thing on your shoulder while you use a tissue

"you okay, sweet girl?"

UGHHHH 😭😭

i had a reblog moment with @lavsnz over the first one.

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someone who’s really, really sick; they’ve hit the worst day so far in the horrible cold they’ve been denying, or theyve woken up with a full-fledged bad case of the flu that just felt like a little cold the day before- but they still want to go out. they take a ton of cold and flu medicine, then realize that they look horrible- red rimmed watery eyes, bright red nose, pale face with a little flush of fever, their nostrils perpetually glistening, their chapped lips constantly parted to breathe around their full sinuses. they’re coughing and sniffling and sneezing, they sound terrible and obviously should be sick in bed, but instead they get dressed, wrap a thick scarf around their nose, mouth, and pale cheeks, then put on a pair of sunglasses to hide their eyes and stuff tissues into the pockets of their winter coat. this works fine, except for the fact that theyre still a mess sniffling and coughing and occasionally sneezing miserably into the scarf, and as soon as they speak they sound plugged up and hoarse beyond belief. so the best route of action is to pretend theyre fine while also trying to suppress the symptoms and enunciate their words as much as possible to hide their voice. if anyone asks, they say they either are fine or have a little cold/are coming down with something, but minimize the severity of it as much as possible.

they make it through the day by occasionally slipping away to blow their nose or to press a wad of tissues against their throbbing nostrils. they feel horrible by the time they get home, and spend a miserable night in bed barely sleeping between the coughing and sneezing and the general sick, chilled feeling of having a fever, but when they get up the next morning to do it again theyre even worse because they went out the day before when they should have been in bed. this time, their first action is to put the sunglasses back on, because the light makes their head throb even worse, and then they have to decide whether or not to try again…

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H.azbin Hotel snz prompts I desperately want to read (but that I will probably have to write/wav myself)

Ever since coming back, Alastor's radio static has has a weird kind of buzz to it. Vox is very confused about it. And also sneezy.

Alastor finds himself taking care of Charlie, who's overworked herself into illness while Vaggie's doing business in Heaven.

Actual dogs are a novelty in hell and rarely stay long, but here one is-and of course someone has the gall to bring it to the Hotel. Alastor and his nose do not approve.

Alastor having to hide the insurmountable urge to sneeze because he's in the middle of insulting Vox (again) and winning.

Lucifer heals Alastor, though it takes a great deal of expended effort on his part and it turns out both of them hate looking weak in front of other people.

Angel, still sneezy from a shooting a doctor-patient reel, uses Niffty's feather duster to prove a point, explain the appeal of a certain kink, and discover a newfound respect for the Radio Demon in the process.

Lucifer has many talents. Holding back his disastrous sneezes is not one of them. Alastor lends a helpng hand while making sure he's still an ass about it.

Vaggie reaps the consequences of Cherri's latest explosive, and Alastor and Angel try to be helpful, with varying levels of success (because Vaggie-Alastor bonding and friendship is something I didn't know I needed until I started writing it)

Alastor struggles with the repeated urge to sneeze on the air. That's it.

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Sorry, Husk, you can’t escape

Shoutout to @sicklymadscientist for trading imaginings with me that inspire quality dialogue 😆

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"Ugh, I cadn't mbiss the party todnight... huh... ha...heh'AESSHH'iue!" The thick-sounding sneeze is barely muffled into a tissue in time.

"Cadn you get mbe sombe decodgestants? A-and...ah... ha'RRIISHH'oo! Sombe more tissues?" Their request is followed by a squelching blow into a tissue that's now filled to the brim. Their bleary eyes blink as they let out a miserable groan.

"I ha-have to get mby dnose under c-condtrol... hih! ...Gsh’HTCCHHuh! Ugh, god."

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guy who has a cold and is quietly but openly unhappy about it

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person A standing at the hob, having bit the bullet and taken on the job of making the soup they both desperately need for dinner that night. it’s late in the year and the kitchen’s dark but for a single overhead light above the extractor fan.

the soup is simmering away, bubbling and boiling, the steam curling lazily upward as A keeps watch over it. they’d already been in a constant battle with their nose all evening, stuffed to the gills but endlessly running and needing constant attention to tend to it.

the steam doesn’t help matters.

the hear sock-softened footsteps approach from behind, then all of a sudden B’s arms are around them, their chin tucked into the crook of A’s neck. A smiles despite themselves and their uncomfortable cold-riddled state, their free hand covering one B’s.

then, intruding upon the quiet, domestic moment-

“hh’H?… B, I’m b godda…” their warning trails off as A raises an anticipatory arm.

B gives a tellingly sniffle and shrugs, if anything even tightening their hold on A.

“i’ve got it now anyway, who cares? go right ahead, baby.”

they feel A’s body jerk forward against their own with the sneezes as they quickly come, rounded and throat-scraping and so audibly sick, caught diligently in the hoodie sleeve covering the crook of their elbow.

“hhh…h’ehdssszch’uh!….hH’RRAEHDZss’ue!”

how long until that soup would be done? clearly they needed it.

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✦ comm for @zensations35 ~~ read the fic here!

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@thebigchoo IT IS THEMMMMM

A watches their group of friends leave their house after a game night, says their goodbyes and then closes the door. They turn around to see their partner B, who has a cold and has been sniffly and pouty all night, watching from across the room.

“C’mere,” A murmurs, holding their arms open.

B sniffles, rubs a finger under their pink nose, but doesn’t move.

A makes their way across the room and stands in front of B with a small smirk. They’re much smaller than B, but they reach out and grab the front of B’s hoodie, easily tugging B closer until their chests are touching, snaking one hand around to cup the back of B’s neck. Standing on tiptoes, A presses a quick kiss to B’s forehead, threading fingers through the hair at B’s nape to hold them there for a moment. A blush spreads across B’s cheeks and they finally smile down at A, leaning down to tuck their face into the crook of A’s neck with a loud sniffle. 

“I want to cuddle with you,” B murmurs, voice raspy and congested, breath puffing out against the base of A’s throat. 

“You want me to pay attention to you, you mean,” A replies. “You want me to fuss over you, hm?” A gently tugs on B’s hair until they lift their head, catching their eye and smirking. “You got jealous tonight because you’re needy, aren’t you, B?” 

B scrunches up their nose, shifting back and forth between their feet. “I’m not jealous.” B drops their gaze and sniffs sharply, nose twitching. “I’m not needy.” 

A presses their lips to B’s forehead once again and then takes a step back. 

“Then I guess you don’t need my cuddles.” 

Taking a second step backward, A smirks, watches B press a knuckle to their nostrils. B’s breath hitches once, twice, eyelashes fluttering even as they try to remain composed. 

“B-but I– hhh!” 

“I’ll be in the bedroom,” A says, nearly interrupted by a congested hgh-iishiew! and a stuttering plea–

“I want cuddle with–”

“Come tell me how needy you are, when you’re ready.”

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I neeed someone to write a fic where Angel fakes being sick. Maybe because there's a field trippy activity Charlie as planned for the hotel, and he notices that Husk really doesn't want to go: maybe he's too tired, or uncomfortable with the idea, or even just doesn't wanna go. So Angel puts on his best dramatics, does his makeup in a way that gives him a flush bit still looks pale, runs a hairdryer on his face, and sniffs a tiny bit of sneezing powder that he used for a sneeze!kink shoot.

He wanders into the lobby, fully acting as well as he can, saying he's excited to go. but when Charlie sees how "sick" he is she insists that he stays in and gets some rest. Angel hams it up a bit, sneezing and coughing and shivering, so Charlie is even more concerned and says something like

"Well I don't know about leaving you here by yourself, I'm a little worried about your temperature..."

Angel glances at Husk, making eye contact, and Husk gets the hint so he kinda just sighs and raises his hand with a "I got him. You guys have fun."

When they leave, Husk still fully thinks that Angel is sick, so he's a bit taken off guard when Angel quickly kicks off his fluffy robe and starts talking normally.

"So..you're not sick? What was that bout?"

And Angel just kind of leans on the bar table "Well, you seemed really un-enthusiastic about going. Just thought we could, yknow, stay back together."

Husk has a bit of stunned look on his face, even if its just for a second, before laughing at Angel for still being so sneezy.

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@thebigchoo SO TRUE OH MY GOSHHHHH

Yes yes yes we’re all familiar with the stubborn sickie; they swear up and down they’re not sick until they can’t deny it and have to accept help, or maybe just rest. But I wanna talk about a different kind of sickie that doesn’t get a lot of attention: the new to this sickie.

Character A and B are living together for the first time, and B has come down with a bad cold: fever, aches, sneezing, stuffy nose, sore throat, drowsiness, cough, headache, the works. But they grew up in an environment/household where staying home when they got sick and having someone tenderly take care of them was….rare. Whether for more abusive reasons or just the set of socioeconomic circumstances they found themselves in, having that classic tv show esque sick day experience really wasn’t in the cards for them.

Now that they live with A, and A can/genuinely wants to stay home and take care of them, B has to learn how to be a sickie with a caretaker. A immediately starts asking them things like “what’s your go to sick day movie” or what their go to “feel better” food is, or which brand of medicine they like. and B just…doesn’t know. They usually just sleep through being sick or power through if they can, so they really don’t really have a routine for comfort. So now A, a little disheartened at the thought of why B is this way, is determined to help B learn how to be a sickie.

A rubs vaporub on their chest and B is very confused at first but does come around to it.

What do you mean why I am I sleeping on the couch? So I don’t get you sick. Isn’t that what everyone does?

Why am I out of bed? You said that some tea would help my throat. so I’m making the tea?

Things where they still have to learn that someone can want to take care of them or just what some simple at home remedies even are.

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A page of sick An/gel Du/st cuz I can’t get enough of him. The bottom two are from some combined prompts @ghostlychill suggested, the left being “grinning with a fever” + “hugging a pillow,” and the right is “looking at a thermometer” + “pinching his brow with a headache.” I had originally planned to include a snz in there but I ran outta room, so I owe ya one 😉

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I love love love scenarios where every member of a group is taking such good care of their one sick member. It’s so sweet when everyone is just so worried about their well-being and caring and working together to help them!!

Maybe they feel guilty for taking up everyone’s time and energy. Maybe they’re used to being protected in this group and feel at home in it or wish they weren’t solidifying that role even more. Maybe they’re not used to being protected and feel very awkward.

I also love scenarios where the entire group is sick except for their one (1) healthy caretaker who has to juggle taking care of everyone and trying to not get sick too.

Maybe they’re used to having a protective role in the group orrr maybe they’re very unequipped for this situation they’ve found themselves in. Maybe the sick members joke about how each other are taking up their allotted time with the caretaker and really it should be their turn now to be looked after.

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Someone who's stubborn and unwilling to admit they are sick getting dizzy due their fever/illness in general. Someone else notices something's off (more off than has been until then) and asks them if they are all right... despite their unwillingness to say they are sick, they do admit they are "just a little dizzy".