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Hear me out:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Just tired." Julian repeated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tbc?

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Rewatching DS9 and absolutely craving more sneezy Julian Bashir fics. Anyone taking requests or open for comms?

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a fic commissioned by @thethem ! thank you so much for commissioning me, i had fun trying to figure out how to have these two talk and working out how Stephen would go about his symptoms.

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Ironstrange, Platonic

Prompt: Maybe something set during Infinity War. I think I'd like sick Strange from overdoing his magic (I mean looking into all this futures...) and being tortured on the spaceship. Maybe he and Stark are im a hideout together waiting for Thanos/trying to rest a bit before the final battle and Strange thinks Tony wouldn't notice but he does so he gives in to a moment of weakness/Tony watches over him while he takes a short rest. 🤔

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Stephen sighed softly and rubbed at his temples, sniffling quietly in his own little corner of the makeshift safehouse that their group of unfortunate misfits had created. After looking through so many futures and their different endings and all the little idiosyncrasies of each one to try and find the one where they would actually win against Thanos, his head had begun to ache and spin. He knew what was coming, and his headache soon devolved into a migraine. But as time progressed, something unexpected started to develop. He could feel his throat begin to dry, and his nose started to feel.. Damp, for lack of a better word to describe the sensation.

Great. Just fantastic. Now he was not only stranded on a strange planet after being tortured by an alien with multiple strangers that he didn’t particularly trust, but now he was getting sick? He didn’t even want to know how likely the odds of that happening were. He smothered a cough against his fist and tried to keep his eyes closed to avoid light, but he heard something and they instantly snapped open again. He looked towards where it had come from, ready to fight if the others were getting up, but no. The strangers were talking about.. Something, with a talking raccoon and tree that he was too exhausted to figure out, with the exception of the antennae-sporting girl, who was conversing with Peter. Instead of impending danger, it turned out to just be Tony getting closer to him.

“.. Can I help you, Stark?” He raised a brow and looked at the billionaire, who stared back.

“You don’t look so hot, Oddball.” Tony was now next to him, and Stephen rolled his eyes- much to the protestations of his aching head. It made him wince, and that made Tony frown. “Migraine..?”

“.. Yes.. It isn’t s-serious..” His breathing hitched, quiet, near imperceptible, but the pink hue that slowly crept up his nose from the nostrils to the bridge was not. “Heh.. Ih’NXT-chuh..” The stifle sent a sudden jolt of pain through his head and he let out an audible grunt of pain.

“Not serious, huh?” Tony shook his head and shrugged, sitting down nearby. Stephen was apprehensive, but since he didn’t seem to prove any real disturbance, he allowed it.

As the minutes ticked by, Stephen’s nose began to itch more, and he had to resort to quiet sniffling to keep his face clean- even if it did only prove to make the tickling sensation worse in the end. His breathing began to hitch again, and he could feel Tony’s gaze on him as he pinched his nose shut again. “Hh’ITSH-uh.. Heh.. ESH-oo! Dammit- Eh- Hih’KSHHEW!” Stephen had never really been good at stifling more than once at a time. He always let go of his nose after the first, not expecting more, only to be hit by the urge to sneeze again too quickly to react.

“Gesundheit.” Tony didn’t respond beyond the wish of health, but the way he said it conveyed doubt in Stephen’s ability to handle himself. Still, he pretended not to notice as he started to make conversation. “So, has anyone ever told you about the faces you make when you use magic?”

“No, not particularly. Why?” Despite the pain in his head, he figured small talk would be alright, as long as Tony didn’t get loud- er, louder, that is.

“It’s like watching you make a hundred faces at once, then landing on one before going back to making a ton. Weird process. I haven’t seen anyone else who uses magic do it.” Tony continued to ramble on, and Stephen was able to settle into a somewhat-relaxed state while he listened and let the inventor ramble on. It was easy to listen to him talk, surprisingly, and he was intelligent enough to make conversation between jokes and occasional snide remarks. He dared to even call it nice, even with the current circumstances. Stephen decided that, if he were ever to be stuck on another planet with someone again, it would be with Tony. Then, at least, he wouldn’t be bored while he waited for rescue or to figure out a way back to Earth.

Another half hour passed, and by now Steven has been forced to resort to the unpleasant option of having to rub at his nose each time an itch flared up to try and keep himself from sneezing again. His head throbbed with the migraine and every little sound and bit of light only made it worse. Not to mention the idea of sneezing making him feel worse. Focusing on the sensation would only make the near burning sensation in the back of his nose worse, and he would be forced to either rub until it backed off, turning his nose a deeper pink, or stifle against the back of his hand, sending a large spike of pain through his temples.

“Heh.. Ih.. Hih- EH-!” Stephen quickly pinched his nose shut, only half stifling the noise. “Ah’TSCHH-iuh!” This time, he felt his eyes tear up as the pain in his head seemed to ramp up to eleven, and he grit his teeth. His nose still itched, and, as was unfortunately standard for him, it set in too quickly for him to stifle. “Hh’EITZSHHoo! EISHHuh!” He sniffled and a quiet noise of pain made its way out of him against his wishes, making him feel even more weak. When he opened his eyes again, it was just in time to see Tony send a look to Stephen’s sentient cape. The magician did NOT like that look, and he quickly found out why.

The two seemed to have nonverbally worked out a plan and teamed up in the last thirty minutes, the Cloak swaddling him and making him lay down in Tony’s lap, and Tony gently began to massage his temples. Stephen’s body quickly went limp and his eyes shut- he had to admit, despite not wanting to do this at first, it felt oddly soothing, and he sighed with relief.

“Better?”

“Sombewhat..” Stephen’s sinuses still seemed to prickle with an itch that was unusually stubborn. He reached up, carefully rubbing at it, hoping that would make it leave, but it only proved to push it towards fulfilment, and his breathing caught. “hih..”

“Not the best time to get sick, I haven’t discovered the cure for the common cold yet-”

“Heh’ITZSH-uh!”

“Gesundheit..” Tony continued to carefully rub at Stephen’s temples with one hand, checking his forehead with the other. “.. Once we get back to Earth, I’ll start on that. For now, you can rest a little. I’ll keep watch. That sound good to you?”

“Very..” Stephen closed his eyes and tried to relax for now. They had time.. At least, they did for now..

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

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

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

Just a small thought...

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

Is there something you're not into?

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

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

TY!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Enjoy!

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Nosevember Day 6

prompt: animal 

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

contains: a cold and grumpy bones :’)

Weiterlesen

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

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

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

For you, @zitronenfaltertochter