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anythingelsereally014 · 8 days

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Sorry you're going through a shit time right now hope it ends soon

thank you, anon! so do I, honestly, but it'll probably go for a few more weeks, if not a month still... it's been tough, but what else can I do

#self obs #??#anon ask

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anythingelsereally014 · 12 days

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guess who has been stressed to the max and now has a cold as if they didn't get over a cold just two weeks ago (yes that's me)

tw for abuse/sexual abuse under the cut

I've been sexually abused by my grandmother since I was a kid and she had knee surgery this week so she's staying at my house and I have to take care of her

guess who's not having a good time (yes that's me again)

#self obs #tw: abuse #tw: sa mention #not snz #not snz??

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anythingelsereally014 · 13 days

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semi-regular reminder that if you engage in IRL non-consensual contagion, go ahead and block me ✌️

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anythingelsereally014 · 15 days

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another cold + cat allergy talkie because i’ve been sick for two weeks now and am still surrounded by cats. i am so so so itchy

thank you @buckysnose for your request for vocal, fully let out sneezes!! i hope you enjoy <3

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anythingelsereally014 · 15 days

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A little GrossNasty F/F contagion for y'all

You can have a little mess, as a treat.

Lily stumbled in the door to the apartment she shared with her wife, Macy. Her head was heavy and she felt like her sinuses had been filled with cement.

As soon as Macy saw her wife, she lit up and patted her thigh. Lily smiled through the headcold haze and sat down on her wife’s lap, leaning up against her chest. “How was your day?” Macy asked, gently rubbing her wife’s shoulder.

“I brought you a surprise,” Lily replied, and sucked in a long, soupy sniffle. HhrrrpPPPXXXXXXXXxxxxst. It did absolutely nothing to clear her nose, but it made her wife shiver. “The new lady in the office brought it in, and she’s been so miserable all week. She’s not much of a handwasher, and get this - she even sneezes into her hands.”

Macy’s hips shifted underneath Lily. “She should be careful, she’s probably very contagious.”

“Oh, for sure,” Lily replied. I only had to borrow her pen once before - hhhhrrssxxxxxxttt, guh - I started to feel a little trickle. That was only yesterday, and I’m already so congested.”

Macy curled some of Lily’s hair around a finger. “I can tell. Although from the sound of it, you didn’t need to get close. Your whole office was probably sticky with her sneezes.”

Lily tried to sniffle again before giving up again and breathing only through her mouth. Sssnrf, skkkkkknrf... gahhh. Macy pressed two fingers to Lily’s cheek, and Lily allowed her head to be turned towards her wife, who was as flushed with arousal as Lily was with cold. She leaned in and kissed her wife, pressing into her warmth, her softness, and her stream of germs. Lily stiffened. "I'm gonna - Macy, I've gotta - ssSSSSNNNRAKKKK... gah," she sniffled, once again giving up on clearing her congestion and breathing out through her mouth instead. "I... no tissues, I'm gonna sn- aaah, aaaAAAAH KERCHEEEW." The sneeze she'd been fighting burst out in a messy spray. Macy let out a small, private moan.

Lily reflexively sniffled, hheeeessshhRRRXXXXT, and then tried to wipe her streaming nose with her arm. She only succeeded in spreading the mess on her hand and all down her forearm.

Macy used the hem of her shirt to wipe the contagious spray off her face.

“You know, I should pick up tissues after dinner,” Macy said. “Because I have a feeling I’m about to come down with a heavy, stuffy cold.”

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anythingelsereally014 · 23 days

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to the snz fic writers who are worried that their fics are too wordy and take waaay too long to get to the actual sneeze parts, please know there are people out there like me who are actually very interested in the "unnecessary" lore leading up to it.

like no, I DO wanna know these characters entire life story and why they are who, what, & where they are actually. Like yeah, I get it I see where this is going, Rody's coming down with something, due to overworking this week to prepare for finals, but what's he majoring in? And feel free to go into detail. He behind on anything? He got any roommates? How often's he call home? Where's he from? Is he going to college in his home state or maybe abroad? Shit, he's got a CAT? Ohhh, this should be fun... Like, go on, you know I got time if I'm reading a fic to begin with. Plus, having read through it all and finally reached the sneezes feels like a little reward - it feels earned. Like a little adventure where you discover a little treasure, and then realize the real treasure was the adventure itself.

Moral of the story, write that damn lore and know that I'll read it. And I'll enjoy it too. .

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anythingelsereally014 · 29 days

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I just wish I had someone to take care of me :(((

I suck at being sick, I have no idea how to take care of myself

#self obs #snzblr #vent post #???

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anythingelsereally014 · 29 days

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Overkill

I'm a long time lurker, first time (snz) writer. I wanted to try my hand at writing something like this, and decided to pull out a couple ocs I've had for a bit. Kinda experimental, dipping my toes in the world of writing for this kink so any feedback is appreciated!

Only about 1k words, background is that Jay and Elliot are both students at the same college and roommates and that's pretty much it! Their relationship is not romantic yet, unsure of if it will be but idk, I'll see how it goes.

Cw: contagion mention, fever

God, Jay wishes his professor would just shut up about Greek mythology already.

In his foggy mind, those stupid fucking stories from this stupid fucking lecture are the only things that seem to stick. Icarus with his wax wings, flying too close to the sun. He feels a sort of kinship to that doomed boy, his hubris, his downfall. If Jay is Icarus, Elliot is his Daedelus. Setting a bottle of Dayquil on the counter seemed like such a nice gesture at the time, too, considering his roommate was the patient zero to this nightmare plague.

Jay usually has such good impulse control.

With a cold from hell, too much medicine sounded like an oxymoron. Anything would have to be a step up from drowning in his own mucus.

A shiver shoots up his spine, but he barely shifts from his slumped position on the desk in the back of this classroom. With the edge of his sweater over his hand, pressed against his sluggishly leaking nose, he sniffles. He feels and hears a pitiful squeak of pressure stab through his sinuses, ears crackling loudly as he swallows.

He's not sure if it's better or worse, being too dazed to fully comprehend just how disgusting he must be right now. Through the thick haze in his mind, he can vaguely feel the stinging of his rubbed raw and chapped nose, abused by the rough wool of his shirt sleeve. In any other case, he'd be too self-conscious to do this openly, too afraid to be seen as gross by his peers.

Now, as his head periodically bops back up after slowly drifting down, exhausted eyes trying their best not to close, he can't quite muster up the energy to care.

“hhHIT’sschUE!”

He wrenches forward into his elbow, sneezing for what feels like the hundredth time since he's woken up. A couple hoarse, grating coughs follow after, and if he weren't in public he would've allowed himself to groan in misery.

People are probably staring at him, he knows. It's cold and flu season, and he's basically Typhoid Mary right now.

Let them. If the teacher hadn't made this lecture mandatory attendance, he wouldn't have shown up at all. Through red rimmed, watery eyes, he glares at her with as much rage as he can muster. He hopes someone coughs on her doorknob.

One of his knuckles paws at the side of his nose weakly, letting out a small sigh of annoyance at the inevitable. His breath hitches.

“HhHhuhhggh’shkew!! HtxcHH-shEWW!” Hands cupped around his face, his fingertips rest against overheated cheeks brush against the bottom of his teary eyes. God this sucks.

Something taps his shoulder, breaking him out of his dazed self-pity. His head lazily swivels around, vision swimming sickeningly for a short moment.

A figure comes into focus- Jenn, one of Elliots's friends, he vaguely notes- holding something out to him wordlessly. Tired eyes dart down, and out of pure relief, he almost feels himself sober up a bit.

It's a pack of tissues. He could cry. He might cry.

He accepts them readily.

“Thangks.” He rasps, at least attempting to blow his nose. It barely budges, but it's still nice to clean his upper lip with something besides his clothes.

“Of course man. You um… you alright?” Jenn questions, what little attention she'd been paying to the lecture replaced with concern.

Jay sighs, keeping the tissue wadded in his hand as his shoulders slump.

“Fidne.” He grumbles, turning to cough weakly into the tissue.

“Elliot finally gave you his cold?”

Jay scoffs.

“How'd you figure that ode out? Thought I was hidi’g it well.” He complains, punctuating it with a blocked sniffle. Jenn tuts sympathetically, patting him gently on the shoulder. He knows he must be out of it, as he doesn't move away. She seems to notice this too, her eyes darting to the large digital clock on the wall.

“Think you can tough it out for fifteen more minutes?” She asks, getting a half-hearted shrug in response.

“It wod't kill mbe.” He mumbles.

Nodding in understanding, Jay pulls out her phone.

“I'll let him know to come pick you up. No offense dude, but you probably shouldn't be driving right now.” Knowing him, she expects at least a little push back from this, as he's been historically against anything even vaguely considered coddling.

He simply sniffles, wipes his nose, and nods weakly, trying hard not to pay attention to the room spinning as he does.

“Sou'ds gguhh…

hhuh-ghhTCH'SSCHUEww!” Oh god that one was so loud. He can tell Jenn is looking at him without turning to her, even as he lets out a breathy, congested groan into his hands hiding his face.

The professor launches into some lengthy discussion about Sisyphus when Jay completely tunes her out again. All he has to do is make it fifteen minutes.

———

Jay finds himself blinking back into semi-awareness after a bit, not having realized he'd dozed off.

“Snrk- wuh… huh?” He mumbles, distantly feeling the cold touch of a palm against his forehead.

Before he could do anything too embarrassing like lean into the hand, he turns to cough, reaching up a hand to rub his throat with a swallow and a wince. The sleep did nothing but make him feel even more clogged.

When he finally blinks his watery eyes clear, his roommate's form finally becomes visible. He knows he should feel mortified, at least a bit more than he is right now.

But, at least that means he's got a ride home now. The thought of finally laying in his bed is almost enough to make him sob with relief.

“El…” He practically whines, feeling the much larger man's arm gently guide him out of the desk by his shoulder.

“Looks like this thing's kicking your ass, huh?” Elliot comments, the slight amusement in his tone not appreciated by Jay.

“You gave mbe this shit, jackass.” He grumbles with what little anger he can muster. His head resting on Elliot's shoulder as he's guided away certainly doesn't help his case.

“Hey, I warned you. Not my fault you didn't take the multivitamins I offered.”

Jay lets out a single, breathy laugh.

“You act like you're fifty.” He comments, breaking off to muffle a couple coughs into his fist at the end.

“At least my cold wasn't this bad. You look like death.”

“Gee, thangks.” Jay knows Elliot is probably right, though. Which is only more embarrassing given that he knows Elliot still managed to look like a runway model even while running 101°. That man has to be blessed.

Speaking of, Jay stalls for a moment, causing Elliot to stop as well. Jay's breath hitches, one hand weakly coming to cup his face, leaning into his roommate's supportive frame as his eyes flutter.

“HhhhITSCH-UEe! hhgsh'TCHEWww!! Hhhhuhhh…nghohgod-” He groans, stumbling back with the force of the sneezes, lightheaded and drained.

Elliot's hold around Jay's shoulders tighten, noticing him falter. Unintentionally he pulls the smaller man closer, Jay's face towards Elliot's body as he curls into himself.

“Oh hey, easy man. We can just-” Before Elliot can finish, Jay snaps forward into Elliot's shirt.

“hhhhHIITSCH’HEWW!!”

Jay doesn't need to cup his face anymore. Any potential mess has been contained, right into Elliots chest.

Immediately Jay's already overheated and feverish cheeks somehow redden further, shame permeating that constant bleariness for once.

“Nghh- shit. I'mb sorry, that's- that's so fucki'g gross.” He mumbles into Elliot's shirt, not wanting to look up in fear of his friend's possible expression.

The chest beneath his hands and nose stutters a couple times in a chuckle. A hand pats him on the back, and he looks up.

“Hey, I already had it once, so I'm basically immune to it now. No harm no foul.” Elliot offers, a soft smile on his lips.

A set of coughs release themselves from Jay's lungs, a weak fist half-heartedly covering it. Elliot hums in worry, and nudges Jay to keep walking with him.

“C’mon, we're almost home. A little sleep will do you some wonders.”

Jay wanted to retort with the fact that his little nap in the classroom did nothing but make the problem worse, but can't bring himself to. With little to no other choice, Jay allows himself to be guided back to Elliot's car, face still half buried in the man's shirt.

Tomorrow he'll blame it on the medication. But he feels unfairly safe in his roommate's arms.

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anythingelsereally014 · 1 month

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and there goes the first roll of toilet paper (I didn't buy tissues)

#snzblr #self obs

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anythingelsereally014 · 1 month

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this is the wettest cold i've ever had, I look like i've been crying for the past 3 days

2 sneezes and some sniffling, this is my first snz audio and i'm really insecure about it but I hope someone likes it...

#snzblr #snz kink #snz wav #snzfucker

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anythingelsereally014 · 1 month

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I haven't posted a sneezefic in a while

University AU, sick!j/ames, pre j/egulus

Regulus watches them at the great hall just like he does every day, but something is different. James looks...

"hh'dd hh'tdd huh'dx snff."

Nobody else seems to notice.

"Regulus!"

"What?" He asks sharply, noticing Barty's and Evan's amused faces.

"Are you going to eat your porridge or are you going to stare at Potter?"

He looks at the porridge in front of him and sighs, grabbing a spoon and eating slowly. "I wasn't staring at him, he just seems off today."

"He seems fine, Reg, just finish your food, we have classes soon."

He shakes his head but follows Evan's advice. James is probably fine, he's always fine.

.

He's not at lunch, though, neither him nor his friends. Regulus watches the table James always sits at and it's tragically empty.

He goes to his afternoon classes anyway, but he spends all the lectures thinking about how off James looked during the morning. He never misses meals, too, he's always there.

"It's been three years and we still have more anatomy to study," Evan complains. "I mean, how big is the human body anyway?"

Regulus sighs. "A physical therapist should know every part of the human body, Rosier. Do you want to see a good professional or not?"

"Jesus, aren't you sharp today?" Regulus doesn't answer. "Is it still about Potter?"

He doesn't answer again, but this time is because he sees him in the corridor. He stops abruptly, widening his eyes.

"huh'tsx hih'kd snff." His eyes are glazed, but his glasses can hide it well. He looks like he should be in bed... "Oh, hey Reg!"

Regulus smiles reflexively. "Why weren't you at lunch today?"

"The lecture about rehabilitation snff took longer than expected, it's all," he says simply. Up close, Regulus can see how his nose is slightly chapped and red around the edges. "It was quite interesting, you'd have liked it."

"Maybe next semester I'll take that class, who knows?"

"You should. You'd be a good PT, Reg."

"I'll be a great OT, thank you very much."

James sighs. "That's not what I hh'tdx meant."

"I know, Jamie, don't worry. I'll think about taking the rehabilitation classes, it's important. I'm just not sure I'll have the time as it's an elective."

James grins, but it's different than usual. More tired, maybe. "I need to go now, Reg, Pete is waiting for me."

"I'll see you at dinner?"

James doesn't answer.

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"I'm fine, Padfoot, just leave me be." Oh, so Sirius did notice something's wrong with James, and by the way they're looking at Remus and Pettigrew, they've already talked about it. "It's just a few sneezes."

He looks worse than before.

"James, mate, it's okay not to be okay..." Remus says softly. "Just blow your nose and go to bed."

"I don't need to, I'm fine." He would've sounded more convincing, wasn't his voice so stuffed up.

Regulus decides he's had enough after Pettigrew offers James a tissue and he refuses to take it.

"What do you think you're doing, Potter?"

"Oh, hey Reggie!"

"Do not 'hey Reggie' me. What do you think you're doing?"

James doesn't meet his eyes. "What do you huh'tdd snff mean?"

"You know what I mean. What kind of health professional do you want to be?"

"I..."

"You're clearly too ill to be here and yet you came to Uni anyway because apparently you don't care about your health. Either that or you just hate yourself. Which one is it?"

Pettigrew puts a hand on James' shoulder and Remus offers him the tissue again. This time, he takes it.

The blow is loud and gurgly, and by the sound of it, he's been needing to do it for a long time.

"Better now?"

James nods, then yawns and rests his head on Sirius' chest, coughing softly. "We still have classes today, though."

"James Potter, you stupid, stupid man..." Regulus says with a sigh. "I'm taking you home."

"Taking me snff home? You didn't even ask me on a date."

"Fuck you, Potter," Regulus snaps. "And grab your things." He turns to his sibling. "I'm taking him to my flat, you can find him after class."

"Thank you, Reggie," Sirius says with a smile. "He's allergic to ibuprofen, yeah?"

"I know."

James looks at him confused. "How do you hh'dxx know?"

"Don't stifle your sneezes, Potter, it's bad for you." Regulus doesn't answer his question, opening the door to his car and turning on the heater. "And come on, get in the car."

"Why are you huh'ktish snfff heh'tishh doing this to me?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why do you care?"

"Just get in the car."

James does this without complaining much, which shows how tired he is. When they get to his flat, he helps him out of the car and up the lift, and they sit on the sofa with a blanket.

"Why are you being so nice?"

"Shut up, Potter," Regulus answers. "I don't have cold medicine at home, can you be left alone for a few minutes while I go to the store?"

"huh'tshh heh'tishh snffd Yeah, I'll be snfff okay."

Regulus nods and leaves. It doesn't take him long to buy everything he needs. Chicken breasts to make soup, cold medicine that James isn't allergic to, tissues, a hot compress, Vick's Vaporub...

"I'm back, Jamie. How are you feeling?"

He's a mess.

His nose is constantly running, his brown skin is glistening with sweat from what's clearly a fever, his eyes are glossy and unfocused and his voice is almost completely gone.

"I'm okay," he says hoarsely in between coughs.

"Alright, now tell me the truth."

"I'm fine." He insists, his voice completely congested, his m's sound like b's and his n's sound like d's. "Just tired."

Regulus takes a deep breath and offers him the cold medicine. "Take this, yeah? I'll give you a glass of water and then you'll sleep for a bit."

"Why are you taking care of me?"

Because I love you, he doesn’t say. "Because you're my sibling's best mate."

James nods, takes the medicine and yawns. "Thank you, Reg. It means a lot to me."

"Yeah, whatever."

"No, really snfff, you didn't have to do this."

"It's fine, Potter," he sighs. "Do you want to sleep here or do you want me to walk you to your dorm?"

"You don't want me here..."

Regulus sighs again. "If I didn’t want you here, you wouldn't be here, would you?"

"I guess sdrrk not... I'd like to sleep now, if that's okay..."

"That's okay, James, that's okay." He takes James to his bed and smiles softly to himself.

#snzblr #snz kink #snz blog #sneezefic

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anythingelsereally014 · 1 month

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got sick during a heatwave 🥴🥴

#self obs #snzblr

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