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Tattoos and Tissues pt 3!

Fandom: Stranger Things Summary: No Upside Down. Tattoo Artist and Florist AU. Eddie goes to Steve's place to take care of his florist boyfriend who has fallen ill. CW: Mess, inducing, stuffy talk, illness, mentions of erections and adult themes/kink, Steve has the kink and Eddie likes indulging Word Count: 4.3k Author Note: I did it! I finished it! I finished a fic! Holy fuck! No one ever let me do this again... I am absolutely going to do this to myself again no questions, I just suck at pacing myself lmao. Honestly, the first draft was WAY more Adult lol But also I don't want this to be the end of this AU. I just don't wanna do another 3-part fic, I wanna do little mini fics or drabbles if ideas happen tbh. Regardless, enjoy. I am aware not all things resolve, but hey that's why it can be something cute and small and on-going, right? Eddie - bold Steve - Italics MINORS DNI

whats your address?

What? Why?

because i come baring gifts, Harrington. address, please, so i can figure out where the hell im going im so lost

413 Building D Maple Glen Apartments just off Terrace Street. I’ll buzz you in, just come up to the fourth floor, and I’ll be poking my head out.

When Eddie showed up at Building D of Maple Glen Apartments and saw he had four flights of stairs to climb, he decided he was going to strangle Steve instead of nurse him back to health. He adjusted the bags of goodies for Steve in his hands and began the climb up to the fourth floor. The top floor, of course. 

As he reached the top and exited the stairwell, he spotted Steve poking his head into the hallway as promised. Sure, Eddie was panting, but Steve looked wrecked. There were dark circles under his eyes, his nose was bright cherry red at the tip and rims, and the rest of his face was pale. 

“Jesus H. Christ, you weren’t kidding… You really are sick, huh?” Eddie said in a soft, somewhat concerned tone as he approached Steve.

The other’s pale cheeks seemed to flush up a dark shade of red at Eddie’s words. “What id the world are you doi’g here, Eddie?” Steve asked in a congested and raspy voice that made Eddie wince in sympathy for his throat. 

Instantly, Eddie went digging in his bags for the bag of cough drops. “Please suck on one of those, Harrington. Talking sounds like it hurts. And they’ve got menthol-y stuff in ‘em. It’ll help your nose, c’mon lemme in.” He shoulders his way into Steve’s apartment before the other can stop him. 

“Eddie!” Steve rasped out before turning away from the other to cough harshly into his arm. “You dod’t wadt to be id here, you’ll get s-siiih… IXXGH’T! Sick.” There had been just enough time for Steve’s hand to shoot up and pinch his nose to stifle what sounded like a powerful and still just barely restrained sneeze. It made Eddie wince to think how it must have hurt his ears. 

There was a scoff from the curly-haired tattoo artist, who was already unpacking his bag of goodies on the nearby countertop. At the same time, Steve shut the door, not protesting anymore. “Bless you and puhhh-lease. I don’t get sick, Steve. Munson Constitution. Allergies? Yes. Sick? No. I can’t even remember the last time I was sick. Wait-” He frowned as he tried to dig up the memory. “I think it was like 8th grade? And I had the flu? I dunno; Uncle Wayne came home to me curled up asleep in the empty tub with a fever. He couldn’t find me for like twenty minutes.” 

There was a mildly concerned but still somewhat fond smile on Steve’s face. “You’re a bess, Budsod.” He sniffled thickly and grabbed a tissue from the box beside the couch where it looked like Steve had taken up residence. A nest of blankets, a pillow from his bed, crumpled tissues surrounding the nest, and a few empty water bottles. “But seriously, you should go. Robid high-tailed it out of here to Dadcy’s the seco’d she heard I was sick.”

“All the more reason for me to stay!” Eddie chirped, stepping back to show Steve the menagerie of sick supplies he’d brought. “Not that you need a babysitter, and if you seriously wanna be left alone to your misery, I get it, but…” He side-stepped a little closer to bump their shoulders together. “I never liked being alone while sick.” He admits softly.

The little bump made Steve’s lips twitch, and Eddie counted it as a win. Then Steve moved forward to have a look at the supplies. “Jesus, you didd’t have to get b’me all this…”

Eddie pats Steve on the back as he moved with him, eyes scanning over the cold/flu meds, a couple cans of chicken noodle soup, some bottles of Gatorade, the cough drops he’d mentioned earlier, and even- “Those fucking dissolvable shower disks are evil, Harrington. That’s your treat if you’re a good boy and take your meds, deal?” He said with a smirk growing on his face now.

A sputtering noise from Steve turned into a coughing fit almost right away, bad enough that Eddie was rubbing his back through the end of it. “W-What the hell does that bead?” He choked out, eyes wide. “If they’re evil thed, why did you bri’g theb?”

A laugh escaped Eddie, who was now taking Steve’s hands to guide him back to the couch, settling the sick man down to wrap him back up in blankets. “Because they work and because you will probably love it.” He said playfully and hesitated momentarily, trying not to overthink it before pressing his lips to Steve’s forehead. “Not warm.” He whispered softly.

Steve let out an almost shuddering-sounding sigh like he was just happy to be touched. To be taken care of for once. They’d only started getting to know each other but had been texting a bit. With all those teens he babysat, Eddie could believe it. Between work, babysitting, and probably taking care of things at the apartment with his roommate… when did Steve get time to care for himself? No wonder he got sick, Eddie thought. 

“What do you say to some daytime cold meds, a cough drop, some Gatorade, and I’ll heat you up a can of soup in a bit?” Eddie asked Steve softly, running his fingers delicately through the other man’s messy bedhead. It was as if Steve was a cat, utterly leaning into the touch despite how sick he must feel with how he looked. 

There was a nod from Steve, so Eddie took that to mean go ahead with his plan. “Kinda glad to see you keep work at work.” He admits to Steve in a casually playful way while grabbing Steve a Gatorade and some pills. “Would’ve sucked if we were both sneezing our heads off- bless you, by the way.”

As Eddie spoke, Steve’s face had been going slowly slacker, and his eyes were unfocused in a classic pre-sneeze hang-up. “Ixx’TSH! IXGh’t! Oh god… I’b dot godda be able to stifle those buch lo’ger…” Steve mutters with a much soupier-sounding sniffle than Eddie expected for some pretty well-stifled sneezes. 

Nevertheless, Eddie pulled his bandana from his back pocket and swatted Steve with it before offering it out to him. “Here. Stop stifling then, jackass. Didn’t see me stifling for you, hm?” He pointed out, handed over the meds and drink, and gestured to the cough drops. “Try one. It’ll feel good on your throat and help your congestion.” 

Steve caught the bandana and gave Eddie an appreciative smile for the soft fabric against his nose. “Ugh, fide if it gets you to shut up.” He teased, punctuated by a weak cough after downing the meds. Then he grabs a menthol lozenge. After popping it into his mouth, Steve’s eyebrows raise. “I was expecti’g that to taste worse… cad defiditely still taste the bedthol…” He admits with a slight sniffle.

“Sorry… what were you sayi’g earlier?” Steve asked with another little sniffle as he settled on the couch, pressing the bandana to his nose some more. There’s the slightest flush that wasn’t there a little bit ago. Eddie would’ve remembered if it had been there or not. It’s too cute, barely spreading over his cheekbones and nose tip. 

Eddie was knocked out of his daydreaming by remembering he had to answer Steve. “Huh? Oh- thanking you for your lack of plants. That’s all.” He jokes and shakes his head. “It’s stupid, don’t worry about it. I’m just glad to get a break from being the sneezy one.” He teased.

A quiet, albeit raspy, chuckle escapes Steve while he sucks on the lozenge. “Ab I givi’g you a rud for you b-buhh…bodey yet? Or do I deed to snff let byself sdeeze bore for that?” With all the stopping to sniffle and how his nose seemed to be tickling, Eddie got the idea the menthol in the lozenge was working on Steve’s sinuses. 

“Well, I think you’re doomed to sneeze more soon either way, big boy.” Eddie teased as he watched the other man’s expression fall again into that pre-sneeze desperation. 

Still, Steve seemed to want to deny himself release. “D-D’noh idea… w-whhaahat you bead, Eds-” His breath was beginning to hitch dangerously now, coming closer and closer to its inevitable crescendo. 

Eddie took Steve’s hands, “Don’t stifle, Steve… just sneeze. It’s okay.” He urged the other, getting the feeling it was far more than just a matter of Steve not wanting to spread germs. Like he was still embarrassed and shy.

“Oh, okaaehh-! AeISHHue! HeiiISHhuh! Ngh- Ugh… Oh fuck. Still tickles.” Steve admits, scrunching and wriggling his nose in all sorts of ways Eddie found altogether too damn endearing. 

Eddie rolled his eyes and dropped down onto the couch with Steve. “Come here, sniffles.” And he can plainly see that has an effect on Steve from where he sits now. Steve’s breath catches, and there’s the slightest tent to the front of his Hawkins High Swim Team gray sweatpants. Whoever designed those pants for the swim team, Eddie could kiss them. “Oh, you like that?” He purred.

A shaky sort of breath left Steve, but Eddie wasn’t quite sure if it was from being teased or still needing to sneeze. Though Steve moved a bit closer, his eyes were watering a little now with the irritation that wouldn’t budge. “O-oh god, cobe o-ohhhih-!” Even with as desperate of a hitch as it sounded, Steve still faltered into sniffles and groaned. 

The curly-haired man looked at Steve with an exceptionally soft pout, one of distinct sympathy. “You want some help with that? Seriously, that looks like torture.” He tilted his head when Steve sniffled, and his eyes widened at Eddie’s offer. 

“I’b sorry, what’d you just ask, b’me?” Steve asked, like he wasn’t sure if he was hearing correctly. He was still rubbing his nose against the cuff of his hoodie; Eddie wasn’t sure if he was encouraging or fighting off the tickle anymore. 

Eddie raised a brow at Steve in confusion, “Do you need help with that stuck sneeze? You’re starting to look more miserable than me peak allergy season, Stevie.” He teased, watching as the other continued staring at him like a deer in headlights until it clicked for Eddie, and he had his lightbulb moment. “Wait! Does that turn you on?” He asked, sounding utterly delighted to have figured out how to get Steve going to the point where he was nearly speechless.

Instantly, Steve was sputtering, and it caused a few coughs to escape him. “Oh by god, you cad’t just say thi’gs like that to b’me, Eds…” He complained, leaning back against the couch to tip his head back while rubbing at his nose some more. “Fuck… ugh, bay- maehh… hehih-!” And once again, Eddie watched him wind up, only for nothing to happen. 

“Sooo…?” Eddie prompted and gave a vague wave of his hand as if gesturing Steve to continue. 

It was truly remarkable how red Steve’s face could flush, Eddie thought as he watched the lighter brunette make the internal debate. “Fide. Jesus, we practically flirt all the tibe adyway.” He reached forward to snatch a tissue, twisting the corner into a point.

Eddie’s brows furrowed as he watched in utter confusion while Steve strangled the tissue. “Okay, I gotta ask… what the fuck are you doing?” 

“I’b- ihhih… ugh, I’b baki’g sobethi’g for you to i’duce b’me.” He explained before handing the tissue, now twisted to a neatly pointed tip, over to Eddie. “Probably wod’t get bore thad ode use out of it because I’b all coldish, but iihh-! it should do the trick.”

After accepting the new tool, Eddie turned to face Steve more as he started to get the idea. “Ohh, I think I get it. Okay. Never actually thought to use a tissue like this, honestly.” He admits before smirking a little. This was Steve’s kink, and well… he wanted to perform for him a little. Make it fun for him. 

He trails the very tip of the twisted-up tissue end over the tip of Steve’s red nose and watches as his nostrils flare in response to even just that. “Jesus, someone’s sensitive.” It was just a stray comment. Sometimes, Eddie couldn’t keep his mouth shut, but judging by how Steve’s hips suddenly squirmed, he really enjoyed it. 

A grin split across Eddie’s face, and he suddenly moved to straddle Steve’s lap, “Think I need a better position for this, don’t you, sweetheart?” he asked teasingly and winked at his boyfriend, who was now bright red as he looked up at him. Eddie eased down to sit more in Steve’s lap, which caused the other man to groan softly. 

“Sure, E-Eddie…” Steve stuttered out, but this time, it clearly had nothing to do with his sensitive nostrils that Eddie was already getting back to teasing. “You cad go i-ihhh idside…” 

That made the darker-haired man raise his brows in mild surprise, but he nodded, gently slipping the tip of the tissue into Steve’s nose. He gently twirled the tissue curiously, which had Steve instantly gasping beneath him, and Eddie’s dick twitched at just how powerful he felt for a brief moment.

The twirl seemed to do the trick because Steve’s nostrils flared out, and his eyes fluttered closed with another desperate, hitching breath. Eddie’s hand shot back with the tissue still clutched between his fingers, the twisted tip now all damp and limp despite its short adventure. 

“Ihh… IXXTISHHUE!! HEIIISHUE! Uh… Hupt’IISHHuh… ugh oh by god…” Steve groaned out after the sneezes. The first two burst forth with a sudden intensity Eddie hadn’t been expecting at all. The lighter-haired brunette hastily grabbed a tissue to press to his face, cleaning himself up while a blush spread across his neck and cheeks. “Fuck that’s so e’barassi’g.” He whispered, but Eddie could feel Steve’s erection pressing firmly against him. 

The ease with which Eddie could get Steve so hard he was pressing up against him like that even while he was under the weather was borderline intoxicating. It didn’t matter that Steve had snapped right forward to sneeze, the spray misting briefly against Eddie’s forearm and stomach.

“Bless you, hey… it’s alright. You’re sick; gotta get that gunk outta you. Maybe a shower with one of those disks would be a good idea, actually… clear out some of that congestion, huh?” He offered and grabbed Steve another tissue to replace the one he’d just about soaked through by now.

Little, congested snuffles were coming from Steve constantly as Eddie sat back in his lap to let him tend to his leaking nose. “Baybe…” Steve relented a little, still seeming shy, and wiped away the tears at the edges of his eyes from sneezing. His sinuses were so utterly full it was hard not to tear up with every sneeze. “What uh… what exactly do they eved do? Dever really tried theb before.”

At that, Eddie perked up and grinned at Steve before moving out of his lap. “Oh, you’re gonna love this- c’mon, sniffles. Let’s get you in the nice warm shower with one of those disks then.” He slid backward off of Steve’s lap carefully. He offered his hands to pull him up, ensuring Steve was steady on his feet before grabbing one of said shower disks and being led to the bathroom. 

The bathroom was admittedly a little small for two people. Eddie wasn’t sure how Steve and his roommate managed it, but he went about getting the disk out of the packaging. Of course, the moment the menthol scent hit him, his eyes watered, and his nose prickled, making him pause to rub roughly at it with his hand.

A sudden hand on his arm made him pause, blinking over at Steve, who was looking at him with a concerned expression. “I cad oped it?” He offers softly, but Eddie takes a moment to look at him. Steve looks exhausted and sick, sure, but his pupils are wide and lust-blown. That hard-on from the couch is still half-present and painfully evident in those gray sweatpants, too.

“I got it, sweethhheart.” Eddie assures, wiggling the disk as his own breath tries to hitch, and he lets it for once. In fact, Eddie sniffs slightly, which only irritates his sensitive nose more, so his nostrils twitch and flare. “Told you… you’ll l-love.. thhhh… hEXZT’Shiew! Whew! Okay. You’ll love these.” And without another moment to waste, Eddie sets the little disk in the shower for Steve with a wink. “I’ll leave you to it then.”

Finally, Eddie sees Steve’s unfiltered reaction to one of his sneezes, similar to in the library. It was as if the poor man had completely bluescreened briefly before rebooting. Pupils wide and lust blown as he stared at Eddie, who still rubbed his nose. “Uh… yeah, so just… shower like dorbal?” he asked with another soupy sniffle and began to pull off his shirt, already starting to shiver.

Suddenly, Eddie’s throat felt dry as Steve began undressing with him in the bathroom, and he nodded. “Yep. That’s the idea. It’ll dissolve, and the scent will help clear out your sinuses. Want me to go sit on the couch and wait?” 

With his pants still on, Steve was reaching forward to crank the water as hot as it would go, still sniffling. “Uhm… ki’da… ki’da dizzy actually? Could you baybe like… keep close? Id case I deed you?” There was a quiet plea in Steve’s voice, the request coming out awkward and stunted like he wasn’t used to asking for help. 

Something in it tugged on Eddie’s shriveled heart, and he looked up at Steve with a soft expression. “Yeah, Stevie. I can stay. I’ll turn around so you can strip and get in, deal? Deal.” He agreed, tucking himself into the corner by the sink to stare at the wall. There was a good deal of shuffling behind him before he heard the shower curtain and the spray of water finally being interrupted. 

The menthol scent from the shower disk was already making Eddie’s nose twitch and tingle, so he closed the toilet seat lid, going to sit down on it. “Remember what I said earlier? We’re trying to get that gunk out of you, man. Trust me when I say I’m not gonna judge you or anything. Seriously, I’m sure you’ll get to see me peak allergy s-seeh-season, and you’ll get it.”

His idle chatter as Steve showered made the man give a quiet grunt. “You sure?” Steve’s voice was tired, nervous, and still congested, but it already sounded a little better than before. 

“P-Positiihh-“ But just as Eddie had been about to respond, his breath hitched dangerously, and his hand flung up to cover his mouth and nose. “IXT’SHiew! Ugh, positive! Sorry, sensitive nose.” Eddie admitted with a little sniffle and scrunched his nose up to try and dispel that tingling sort of itch. It wasn’t like his usual allergic itch, just maddening enough to make his sinuses wonder what was in the air to react to. “Hit’SHZiew! Snf! Motherfucker. It’s supposed to make you sneeze, not me!” 

A laugh escaped Steve, turning into some productive-sounding coughs that had Eddie grimacing in sympathy. “Give m’be a m’bidute, dod’t worry.” He assured, sniffling a little as the shower disk worked its magic while he went through his usual shower routine. 

It was barely a minute later when the bathroom had gone oddly quiet. “Heh… Gonna- HEIKTshuh! HI’TShue! Eh… ET’SHHue! HN’kt!” The last one sounded strange, and Eddie blinked a few times, wondering what in the hell Steve had done to make it sound like that. 

“You good, man?” Eddie checked in softly, almost tempted to peek over the shower curtain just to make sure he wasn’t going to pass out or anything.

A shaky breath left Steve, and Eddie saw one of his hands come up to grab the shower curtain rod for support. “Uh-huh… snff! Yeah, just-” Another little groan came from the lighter brunette, and Eddie felt worry fluttering in his ribcage like a frightened bird. “Dizzy… m’okay. Rad out of breath od that last sdeeze…” 

Something like a little cough slipped out of Steve, and Eddie stood to put a hand on top of Steve’s that had a white knuckle grip on the shower curtain rod. “Maybe it’s time to rinse off and get out, yeah? I’ll get your towel and look away so you can hop out.” He encouraged, already moving, to grab the fluffy maroon towel and hold it open. 

Only a few moments later, Steve sounded like he’d rinsed off, but then there was a soft catch of breath just above the spray before- “HeXT’SHHuh! EXT’SHHUE! Hihh… IXT’SHHuh IT’SHH! Oh by god…” If anything, Steve’s tone sounded exasperated, but the sneezes had sounded productive. “You were right. About the shower disk.” He groaned, and Eddie could hear the shower spray being disrupted again, making him smile a little before the water shut off.

“You’re kind of adorable when you’re sick, y’know that?” Eddie said as he shut his eyes, turning his face as he held out the towel for Steve. “I mean- you’re adorable in general, don’t get me wrong! But like… I dunno, man. I know you can take care of yourself, but I just wanna make sure you’re looked after.” 

There was another brief pause, and the continued silence as he felt Steve press into the towel had Eddie’s anxiety spiking. He wrapped the towel around the other’s shoulders and gave him a squeeze there. As the silence dragged on, Eddie felt a need to fill it, “Sorry, is that weird? I don’t wanna like- infantilize you or anything. I just… I wanna drag you to bed, wrap you in blankets, get you whatever you need until you feel better, y’know?”

“Would you lay with me?” Steve asked suddenly, voice right in front of him, and it shocked Eddie so much that his eyes snapped open. 

In front of him stood Steve. Hair dripping wet still, the towel now around his waist, and droplets of water running down his sinfully pretty chest. A more perverse part of Eddie had the intrusive thought of licking the water off him. Steve still had dark circles under his eyes, but those eyes were bright and pleading. “Of course I will, Stevie. We can get comfy and lay together as long as you want.”

Visibly, Steve’s shoulders relaxed, and he nodded with an almost pleading expression, pulling at his brows and lips. “Yes, please? That sounds- snf! fantastic.” He lifted a towel corner to dab at his sensitive, red nostrils with a bit of a wince. “Ugh, ow.”

With a little purse of his lips, Eddie made a sympathetic noise. “Nose all raw?” he asked, reaching out to open the bathroom door so Steve could lead the way to his bedroom. “I didn’t think to get any Vaseline; sorry, sweetheart.”

“S’okay. This always happens when I get si-ihh…. Ihih-!” Halfway down the short hallway, Steve paused with one hand on the wall as his breath began to hitch and his eyes fluttered. “Oh no come o-ohhhhh-!” Eddie watched as Steve’s hand hovered in front of his face, expression utterly helpless and slack before suddenly exploding. “IX’TSH! HiISHHue! Snf! Ugh- sorry.”

A little chuckle came from Eddie, who just shook his head, “I am the last one you have to go apologizing to for sneezing.” He assured Steve and put a hand on his lower back as he followed him. 

It didn’t take long for Steve to be dressed in some boxers and a sweatshirt since he was cold after his shower. Without even thinking about it, Eddie began pulling off his shirt and sat down on the bed to take off his shoes. The sudden sensation of fingers against his back made Eddie jump a little, and his head whipped around to find Steve tracing the dice tattoos along his spine. 

“Like what you see, Harrington?” Eddie asked in amusement as he finally kicked off his shoes to lie down beside Steve. He wiggled out of his dark pants, which got tossed to the floor as well, leaving him in boxers. Most of his upper half was covered in tattoos at this point. 

Some kind of sleepy slight hum came out of Steve, slightly congested again but not enough to hamper his speech yet. “They’re pretty. Your tattoos. Did you do them yourself?” He asked curiously, and his hand now strayed curiously over the large moth just below Eddie’s sternum. 

Eddie adjusted himself to get the blankets wrapped around them both, making sure Steve was tucked in properly before tossing the blankets over his legs. “Some smaller ones, yeah. Because I’m an idiot. Don’t tattoo yourself, Stevie. I mean it.” There’s amusement and a warning, but he leans to press his lips to Steve’s forehead again. Both checking his temperature and enjoying the simple intimacy. “Chrissy did a lot of them. Gareth, one or two, actually.”

This time, the hum from Steve was more distant, and when Eddie looked, he saw the other man was nearly asleep, tucked against him. “Get some rest, sleeping beauty. You need it. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

Taking a deep, slow breath, Steve let out a long and decidedly sleepy sigh through his mouth. His nose was still a little too congested for such things. “Promise? You won’t leave?”

Something physically hurt inside Eddie to think once upon a time; Steve might’ve been in a similar spot, vulnerable and left completely alone when he didn’t want to be. “I’ll be here. I promise.” Eddie moved his hand to find one of Steve’s, interlocking their pinkies so he could squeeze the other man’s tight before bringing it up to kiss his knuckles. “I’m here, Steve.”

The reassurance was all he needed. Steve was out like a light, soft little congested snores sounding against Eddie’s shoulder as they cuddled beneath the blankets in the cozy queen-sized bed. And really… Eddie couldn’t think of anywhere else he’d rather be. 

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Tattoos and Tissues

Fandom: Stranger Things Summary: No Upside Down. Tattoo Artist and Florist AU. Eddie is a tattoo shop owner and all is going swimmingly until a certain familiar face from high school drops in to ask for help with tattoo design but ends up setting off his allergies. But Eddie can't pinpoint why his ex-bully is so... squirmy? CW: Really mild mention of mess? Steve has the kink but it's really only implied. Word Count: 4k Author Note: Heya! I tried to throw some fun kink-related scenario stuff into this fic just for shits and giggles. But also kept it pretty tame, but I've got some ideas for a pt 2 and possibly pt 3 if y'all like this? And those might get spicier. So just let me know if you like this AU or just really sneezy Eddie in general. It was fun to write! Also kinda lowkey maybe sorta snuck in some Autistic Eddie bc hi author is autistic oops. MINORS DNI

It was winter. Blessedly crisp and cold, and even if Eddie hated being cold, he liked winter. It was one of the few seasons where he wasn’t the sneezy friend for once in his life. No, with his Munson Constitution, Eddie had an immune system like a damn suit of armor.

Come Spring, Summer, and even Fall? Eddie was bound to sneeze on and off all damn day depending on the pollen count for the various things he was allergic to. The only reason he was usually functional at all was because of getting allergy shots that helped make his itchiness, sneezing, and everything else more manageable. When he couldn’t do that he just had to pop some Benadryl and hope for the best.

Eddie’s chilly fingers were currently wrapped around a coffee mug as he headed into work, greeting Gareth sleepily with a mumble.

“Dude. It’s 11am. You should absolutely be awake by now.” Gareth said incredulously from behind the counter where he was going over the schedule for the day. They’d only just opened. Such was the luxury of owning a tattoo parlor, they could open just before noon, and it was completely normal for them.

Eddie sipped his coffee and waved a ring clad hand at Gareth, shushing him once he’d swallowed. “Shhh… you sound like my uncle when you nag like that.” He complains and has another sip of coffee, leaning over to peek at the schedule. “I got anything early?”

It wasn’t unusual for Eddie to lean into other people’s personal space and Garret just rolled his eyes and shoved him back over the counter. “No. When do you ever? Chrissy always does mornings for you.”

“He’s riiiiight.” Chrissy says with a sing song voice as she comes skipping over to Eddie with a grin on her face. She steals his coffee cup for a sip and Eddie doesn’t even whine as she does so. Just lets her have it.

Eddie wraps an arm around Chrissy’s shoulders and squeezes her gently. “And you’re an angel for it. An angel!” He insists and turns his face away from her to yawn into his arm. “Urgh sorry.”

One of Chrissy’s hands comes up to gently cup Eddie’s face, eyeing the bags under his eyes and how bloodshot they look. “Is it nightmares again?” She asks him quietly to which Garret politely pretends to be busy doing anything but listening in.

With a fake smile, Eddie gently takes her hand off his face and squeezes it reassuringly. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.” He told her quietly and kissed the top of her head. They weren’t together. Had tried it once but Chrissy had broken down and sobbed to Eddie over a bottle of wine that she was a lesbian. Eddie had held her all night, reassured her, promised her that no matter what he loved her and supported her wholeheartedly.  

So, they weren’t together, but they were as thick as thieves. Closer than siblings but not together in any romantic or sexual sense. They just knew each other too well. On some deeper level… Chrissy knew shit about Eddie’s past that no one else knew and Eddie, in turn, knew things about Chrissy he’d never breathe a word about…

The door chimed and Chrissy stepped back to look at the person who had come through the doors. “Hi, welcomed to Banished Tattoo, if you’re my eleven thirty you’re pretty early, eager beaver.” She greeted chipperly to which the stranger seemed surprised.

“Uh… no actually. I was looking around at some tattoo places near my new apartment and this place is pretty close. Thought I’d stop by and check out some work. Maybe talk design ideas if I like your stuff?” And the man used a hand to brush his stray bangs that had fallen back up out of his face.

Strangely familiar… He was gorgeous. No really. Utterly and completely heart-stopping. Those soft lips and handsome jaw with that perfect fucking hair, those little moles, fuck  Eddie was smitten already, and the motherfucker hadn’t even agreed to a tattoo yet.

In fact, it didn’t look like he had any tattoos at all… Eddie was somewhat confused but left Chrissy to set him up with their work portfolio booklets full of their best pieces. He took his coffee to his tattooing station on the lower floor.

All of Chrissy’s things were in the loft area up top. She was so short and so liked to feel tall otherwise. A little while later, Eddie became aware of Chrissy’s presence behind him when he was about half way done with his coffee. “Oh no…” He said quietly. “Don’t tell me…”

“He liked your work.” Chrissy said with a grin and grabbed him by one of his curls to pull him out from behind the dividing wall to the waiting area while Eddie hisses “ow ow ow ow ow Chrissy-!”

Once they’re in front of this poor stranger, already subjected to Eddie’s nonsense this early in the morning (at least in Eddie’s opinion), Eddie tucks the strand of hair Chrissy pulled him by back behind his ear.

“Sorry, he’s not a morning person is all.” Chrissy explained, still cheerful as ever. “I’ve got to go prepare for my eleven thirty. You boys have fun brainstorming.” And with that she hurried off back up to the loft.

Eddie wanted to grumble but instead he took a breath, felt a dull tingle in his nose and ignored it, before switching his coffee to his nondominant hand to offer a handshake out to the other man. “Eddie Munson. So, you liked my stuff and wanna design a tattoo?”

The other man takes the offered hand to shake it and nods. “Yeah! I really liked your style and consistency, man. I’m Steve Harrington.” He introduced himself and Eddie could swear the name sounded familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it.

His nose prickled with that itchy sort of tickling sensation again and Eddie rubbed at it with the back of his wrist. “Steve Harrington, huh? Nice to meet ya. Let me grab some things and we can get settled in my tattooing area to design this if you want? There’s a couch in there?” He offered and headed back to his area. Rummaging around a little, Eddie pulled out his sketchbook, pencils, and pens. “So, what’s our tattoo idea?”

Slowly, Steve eased down on the black leather couch while Eddie leaned against the tattooing table, setting his coffee down there. “I’m not totally sure… I babysit these kids and I sort of just promised them if they’re all graduating with A’s then I’ll get a tattoo for them. And well- I’m a man of my word.”

A loud sigh escaped Eddie as he smiled and rubbed a hand over his face. “Oh man… You’re in some shit. Okay, bud. You want something small or big?” He asked casually and felt the tickle spike in intensity for a moment. “Hih… Uh… h-hang on one s-seehhcond…”

Holding up a finger with the hand still holding his pencil, Eddie lifts his opposite arm to prepare to sneeze into his elbow. “EhhhXT’shh! Ugh sorry. S’cuse me.” He shook his head, curls flopping wildly for a moment and sniffed.

“Bless you.” Steve said, blinking a few times and looking like he had to recover for a moment. “Are you okay?”

Eddie waved off his concern with another sniff and a nod. “I’m fine. So, this tattoo. How big or small? Any sort of theme you’re th-hiih-inking about?” He questioned and tapped his pencil against the paper a little, the itch still bothering him.

Poor Steve looked completely out of his element now that they were talking about putting ink on him specifically. “Um… well… I think small might be better for my first-”

“HiiD’TShhuh! Ugh… snff sorry.” Eddie apologized, realizing he’d interrupted Steve again who looked positively flustered.

Maybe flustered was too kind of a word to use. Actually, Steve looked downright embarrassed. He was bright red but even as Eddie went to ask if he was okay, Steve took his turn to cut him off. “It’s fine. Um. What was I saying? Oh! Small! So how small is small really? Like a quarter? Or… like a drink coaster? I dunno…” He threw his hands a little in frustration and Eddie couldn’t help smiling in endearment.

“You h-hhhaave no idea what you w-want do you?” Eddie asked with a smirk and another sniffle punctuating it.

“No fucking idea.” Steve finally admitted with a groan and put his face in his hands.

Eddie laughed a little and felt his breath wheeze in his chest. “Oh shit. That makes s-sense…” He chokes out, his breath threatening to hitch again. “I can h-help you design a tattoo no p-prehh… problem snfff but I need some allergy meds f-fihh first because something is seriously s-setting me off.” He hitches his way through reassuring Steve and goes to dig in his cabinets for some Benadryl.

For a few moments, Steve looks stunned and is apparently too shocked to speak.

“W-Whhhiih…what’s the batter, Stevie?” Eddie asked, his sinuses swelling a little and congestion settling in to turn his m’s to b’s and n’s to d’s. “Dever heard of allergies b-beeh… eehHID’TsHHew! HeiSHEW! Ugh… fuck be…” He plucked a few tissues from the box on the counter to wipe his nose after sneezing into his elbow.

“No, it’s just- shit. I’m so sorry. This is all my fault. Are you allergic to pollen?” Steve asked anxiously and brushed his bangs back out of his face. When Eddie glanced back at him, Steve was still wearing that look like he was beating himself up internally, but he was more concerned than anything else.

Overly so in Eddie’s opinion, but maybe it was because he delt with this on the regular. “I’b allergic to everythi’g, Stevie. Is it a pladt that cad jizz? Thed I’b godda sdeeze add itch add wheeze…” He murmurs and rubs at his nose a little before finally pulling out the godforsaken bottle of Benadryl to down a dose with some water from his water bottle. ”Hiih’tshhuh! Huh… oh by god.”

The way Steve’s expression falls and crumples just about breaks Eddie’s heart. “Shit. Yeah. It’s my fault. I’m a florist. My job is making all the floral arrangements that get put on display or that people order.” He tries to smile softly at Eddie in a reassuring way.

“That bakes- hhii’DTshhuh! Ugh… so buch sedse.” Eddie mumbles, swiping at his nose and rubbing at it in rough circles with the tissue he’s got. His nose itches something fierce and his eyes are starting to get itchy and watery too. God, it makes him want to jump in a steamy hot shower for an hour to rinse the allergens out.

Steve was making to grab his things, looking like he was getting ready to leave. “I’m sorry. I really liked your work but if the allergies are too much I don’t wanna torture you, man…”

Panic rose in Eddie like a snake rearing its head to strike. Something in him didn’t want Steve to leave. He was so damn pretty, held good conversation, and Eddie still can’t place why Steve is familiar. Nope. Something in him tells him Steve can’t leave, not yet.

“D’no!” Eddie said quickly and moved around the tattoo table, knocking the tissue box to the floor in his rush. “Shit- uh d’no uh dod’t go. Seriously, I’b used to this. I- iihhxshhTsh! Fuck. I’b like this all spri’g, subber, add fall. Ask adyode. I cad work through this d’no probleb. I eved keep basks for whed I’b tattooi’g just id case.”

There was a look of uncertainty from Steve as he shifted his weight from foot to foot for a moment, “Your allergies are that bad? Do you get like… allergy shots or whatever? I hear those help.” He picked up the box of tissues off the floor to hand them back to Eddie who took them gratefully.

Eddie nodded when Steve asked if his allergies were that bad, his breath hitching unevenly again while his nostrils twitched. They were starting to get pink and irritated, plucking a few tissues as said nostrils twitched and flared while his breathing stuttered. “Uh-huhh… mmf. Yeah. Get allergy s-shots as ofted as I cad id allergy seasod, but I s-still- Hhxxshuh! Oh by god… sdeeze. Add adyway it’s widter dow. Usually, dothi’g to sdeeze or wheeze about buch udtil I h-hhhave to get the Christbas decoratiods out. Snfff!”

“I’m so sorry, Eddie. Really. If you’re not feeling up to this at all we can reschedule, and I can make sure to shower and wear freshly washed clothes?” Steve offers, still watching Eddie worriedly. There was an almost mom-like quality to how he was beginning to hover and now Eddie could see how he’d likely become the babysitter of some highschoolers.

He sniffled again and pawed at his nose a little, hoping to alleviate the itchiness deep within. “I’b a-aaah-alright really. Just sdeezy. I’b so used to t-this. As lodg as you’re dot freaki’g out. If you’re freaki’g out, by all beads, H-hhhharri’gtod…” He stepped back and made a grand gesture with both hands and bowed as if bowing the king out of court.

Then it clicked. Harrington. King Harrington. From high school. This was one of the preppy jocks from that group that tried to single out his little flock of misfits. He had been set to graduate before Harrington until he was held back twice. “EiiTSHHHuh! HeehDTSHHHEW! Ugh-”

“Woah, big sneeze,” Steve said, sounding impressed and almost cheering him on in a way. “Shit. Sorry. My roommate, Robin, and I have this running joke that’s like that. Every time one of us does something like yawn or burp or… I guess even sneeze and it’s big, we say that.” He chuckles bashfully.

A soft, sort of mushy feeling settles in Eddie’s chest, and he really can’t help himself.  This was surely not the same King Harrington from high school. “Okay, d’no that’s snff snffff ki’d of cute.” He snuffled against his sleeve and his nostrils twitch and flare again, making Eddie’s eyes squint and water as he begged for relief from the tickle. “Ugh.. fucki’g pladt sperb.” He grumbles and wiggles his nose. “Well, if you and your roobbate ever h-have a gabe of who sdeezes the bost coudt be id. Easy wid.”

Once again Steve’s face seemed to just color up such a brilliant shade of red that Eddie couldn’t even begin to describe. It was richer than just cherry or tomato red. “From uh… from what I’m seeing here I don’t doubt that. But you’ve never seen me with a cold.”

And that sounded like a challenge. Eddie was all about a good old fashioned challenge. “Oh yeah snff, Harri’gtod?” His eyelashes fluttered a little and his breathing hitched ever so slightly, a hand coming up to hover in front of his face. “H-hhhold that th-hhhiihh- thought-! Hih-! HiiTSHH! EhhTShhEW! Eheh… eh-? EhhptSHHEW! EhhKTSHHEW! Huh…”

“Holy fuck, big sneezes. Bless you!” Steve says in a soft sort of awe which makes Eddie laugh softly as he plucks some tissues to clean himself up. He clamped his ring covered hand over his mouth and nose and now it was a total mess which he was struggling to clean up.

Blowing his nose would probably help but with someone like Steve right there, Eddie didn’t exactly want to feel that unattractive. So, he settled for snuffling softly behind a tissue. “Thagks.” He mumbles, cringing at how congested he was getting as he pumped some hand sanitizer onto his hands, rubbing them together rapidly. “Alright. Tell be about these rudts of yours-”

The time flew by after Eddie started asking the right questions. Soon they had an intricately designed piece with many things Steve had listed that the kids did, liked, teased and joked about. Even some inside jokes were thrown into the tattoo. It was smallish. About coaster sized so maybe medium for a first piece.

Steve loved it. Adored it even. He was immediately sending pictures to his roommate who was texting back faster than Chrissy even did sometimes. The Benadryl had mostly kicked in and Eddie was still sniffling and sneezing though not as much. And he was still congested as hell.

“Eddie, really, this is… wow. And I get to have this? Like on my body?” Steve said with a smile that could light up even Eddie’s black, charred, dead heart.

Eddie chuckled quietly and sniffled, rubbing at his itchy nose some more with his wrist. “Uh-huh. All yours, big boy. I just get exclusive rights to tattoo it od you sidce I drew it.” He half jokes. It was a bit like… a code of honor. If one artist starts a piece, they should be the one to finish it unless they can’t. “EhhDTSHHEW! Huh… S’cuse be.” He mumbles and sniffled again, grabbing another tissue to wipe his nose which was now painfully red.

A soft smile crossed Steve’s face, “Bless you. You get to tattoo it on me, Eddie. No worries about that. You sure you’re okay? Don’t need me to get uh-?”

“Chrissy.” Eddie supplies his coworker’s name and shakes his head, curls bouncing again. “D’no. I’b fide. Seriously. I dod’t eved have buch od by schedule today. Snff snfff. Just two sballer tattoos add snfff… I’b hhhih… dode. I thigk snff Garret add Chrissy will udersta’d if I wadt to go hobe early add shower thed pass out.” He admits with a returned smile back at Steve, fighting off another tickle by scrubbing at his nose.

Again, Steve seems… uncomfortable somehow. Eddie seriously hopes all this sneezing isn’t majorly putting Steve off because fuck that would be just Eddie’s luck wouldn’t it? Find the perfect guy for once and he’s a total germaphobe. He suddenly has to yank his hoodie collar up to cover his face as the tickle overwhelms him. “IhhEXXTSHHUH! Oh by fugki’g god…”

Something like a sympathetic noise comes from Steve and he plucks a few tissues from the box to offer them to Eddie who takes them gratefully, hurriedly burying his face in them to- “HehhTSHhuh! Sorry for all the sdeezi’g. Snff. I probise I’b dot usually caught so- udprepared?”

“Eddie,” And god Steve’s voice is so soft when he says his name like that. “It’s alright. Seriously. I don’t mind the sneezing one bit.” He tries to insist but Eddie knows better. He likes to think he knows how to read people, it’s a survival skill at this point. Something he’d had to develop over time because Eddie Munson has no natural social skills.

Leave him alone in a room full of people and he’ll meld into the back wall. The only reason he’d been so loud and obnoxious in high school was to draw the attention of the jocks away from his group of misfits and onto himself. To keep them safe.

So, Eddie, being terrible at social skills as he is, rubs at his nose and sniffles some more. “N’do way, dude. I kdow it’s gross. You dod’t h-have to be polite to m’be.” He laughs it off like he can do most anything someone thinks is gross or weird about him. Even if it’s never quite true deep down.

And then Steve is doing that soft look again, like he’s concerned for Eddie in a way that only Chrissy or Garret (though he pretends not to) has ever been before. And well, obviously, his Uncle Wayne but he’s obligated to it doesn’t count.

Steve is opening his mouth to speak again but the tickle is burning through Eddie’s nose again so he hastily holds up a finger again to tell Steve to wait.

“H-hhhhold that t-thought, bi-ihh big boy exxshhtuh! Huh… N’gxxSHUH! Jesus. Whew. Okay, sorry. Codtidue.” Eddie was hastily swiping at his nose with the tissue he’d luckily caught his sneezes into.

There it is again. The discomfort. Eddie had hoped that making light of his predicament might help put Steve at ease, but it only seemed to make things worse. Guilt gnawed at him even if he couldn’t help it.

With a deep breath and what looked like a lot of effort on Steve’s part, the other man found his voice to speak. “You’re not gross, Eddie. Trust me. But I promise for our actual tattooing appointment I will wear extra clean clothes and come freshly showered so you’re not suffering again. Deal?” He extended a hand out with a smile to shake on it.

Eddie sniffled and grabbed Steve’s hand in a firm grip, rings clicking together. “It’s a deal, Harri’gtod. Ehh….EXT’shew! SnFF!” He’d ducked his face away from Steve to sneeze but still felt the other’s grip tighten so much more. “Sorry.” He mumbled and sniffled a little before facing Steve again.

“Don’t worry about it,” Steve says with a chuckle that sounds a little forced even if his hazel eyes are genuine. “I should get going. I’ve gotta take the kids to D&D at the library later tonight but they wanted to hang out after school.”

That perks Eddie up instantly. “D’no shit?” He laughs and smirks. “You ever stick around to watch the sessions?” He asked, already knowing the answer to that. He just hadn’t realized that flock of seniors were the same seniors he DMed for.

With a casual wave of his hand, Steve shook his head and Eddie swore he could see pollen come off Steve’s jacket sleeve when he moved that fast. “Nah. The kids love the game, but D&D was never really my-”

“EuhhTShhuh! Hept’SHuh! EISSHhuh! Fuck- sorry.”

“- thing… Bless you three times, Eddie.”

Eddie tried to make it not as big of a deal this time, but Steve still squirmed, and he wanted to curse himself. This was awful. Embarrassing himself in front of his brand new crush on his former high school bully. Even if Harrington had never really bullied him just… never stopped some of the others from it. Half the jocks picked on him while the other half knew better than to fuck with their dealer.

So, Eddie had always chalked it up to Harrington didn’t want to fuck up his relationship to his weed dealer.

With a sniffle and rubbing his wrist against his nose, Eddie stepped back to nod towards the shop exit. “I wod’t keep you thed, but you should stay add watch a sessiod sobe tibe. Bight chadge your bide od liki’g it… Okay, you better get to those twerps before you’re late.” He teases congestedly and puts on another smile for Steve, lifting his sketchbook. “I’ve got a desigd to idk add prep for you od Tuesday.”

Steve chuckles softly and nods, “Alright, alright.” He checks his watch, and his eyes widen. “Oh shit, it’s nearly two already. Yeah, thank you! So much, Eddie, really! I love it. I’ll see you on Tuesday!” And without much else said, Steve left his tattooing room in a rush while Eddie sniffled.

“See ya,” Eddie said with a wave.

It wasn’t maybe a minute later that Chrissy came rushing into his tattooing area with a wild grin on her face. “Eddie! It went well?!” But her face fell as she saw what an allergic mess he was. “Oh, Eds, sweetie- did you take allergy meds?”

With a wave of his hand, Eddie brushed her concerns off. “I did yeah. Already got it id be. I guess it wedt well? We talked for a lo’g while to bake sure we got his first tat right, y’kdow?” He explained to Chrissy, rubbing at his nose to itch it some but it makes an awful squelching sound.

Chrissy makes a face at the noise but shakes her head. “No, you idiot!” She looks positively thrilled to share this news with him. “Eddie, he was definitely hard when he left.”

A beat of silence.

“What?” Eddie asked incredulously and met Chrissy’s eyes. “You’re joki’g? You’re dot joki’g. D’no… you’ve gotta be fucki’g with be…”

Chrissy watched him as Eddie began to pace between her and the cabinets of his workstation. “I’m not- Eddie, what happened?”

“Ehh… EPTSH’uhh! Ugh… sorry. Okay this is godda sou’d crazy… but I thidk by dew cliedt is ki’d of idto by sdeezes.”

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Tattoos and Tissues pt 2!

Fandom: Stranger Things Summary: No Upside Down. Tattoo Artist and Florist AU. Hellfire meets at the library, numbers are exchanged, secrets revealed, and love is starting to bloom... CW: Slight mention of runny nose, arousal, and kink talk in this chapter. (also let me know if I ever miss stuff to tag here!) Word Count: 2.4k Author Note: So this is shorter than I would have liked and a bit more text-y? But it's a bit of a bridge chapter to get things to pt 3 which I'm sure is where everybody wants to be and I'm sure y'all can guess where we're going after reading this part. Bridge chapters are hard, man. Hopefully, there are enough comedic lines and sneezes to hold y'all over til part 3! Enjoy! Eddie is the bold and Steve is the Italics. MINORS DNI

Once Steve the hot pollen magnet was out of his shop, Eddie got better during the day. His appointments went off without a hitch and Eddie left early to shower, have a nap, and head to the library to set up for Hellfire that evening. It didn’t take long for his players to start arriving.

No sign of Steve though.

The session began and Eddie was animated as ever, especially after his nap. Near the end, when Eddie was slumped more on his throne leaning against one arm with his leg haphazardly thrown across the other arm. He was smiling to himself as the brats argued amongst themselves on what to do about the Demogorgon in their path, picking a little at the black nail polish that was starting to chip.

The library had the perfect setup for Hellfire. Their Storytime area was conveniently castle themed complete with a throne for the storyteller to sit in which was where Eddie sat now. And also… sometimes on the weekends to read to kids.

What? He was good at doing the voices!

“Children,” Eddie drawled out, pretending to sound annoyed. “I need an answer if you please. Today preferably.”

There was the sound of a door opening and closing somewhere in the distance and Eddie didn’t pay much attention to it as Lucas piped up to ask him something about what damage resistances the Demogorgon had again.

With a small roll of his eyes, Eddie didn’t even have to check his notes to know he was right, so he rattled it off without looking. “Cold, fire, and lightning, Sinclair… C’mon, man. This is why I tell you guys to take notes during sessions.” He insisted, blowing a lock of stray curls out of his face that had fallen down to block his left eye.

When he looked up, there in the distance stood Steve Harrington looking shocked to see him lounging in the chair amongst his party of children. “Well, I think your mom is here to pick you guys up so how about we call it here and you guys can take the week to plan? Deal? I’ll be nice like that.” He smirks at the group of teens and nods over at Steve, a few looking shocked to see him come inside.

Others were just shocked that Eddie knew Steve. Assuming Steve wanted to keep the tattoo a secret, Eddie simply rattled off that they knew each other in high school which wasn’t an outright lie. He knew of Steve. Who didn’t know of Steve The Hair Harrington? Or King Steve?

Steve made his way over and gave Eddie a sheepish wave. “So, is this why you said I should come to sit in on a session?” He joked, hands in his pockets as he waited for the kids to pack up.

Meanwhile, Eddie had started to pack up too. Albeit, slower than the kids to maybe get some more chatting time with Steve. Even if it already felt like his nose was starting to prickle and burn slightly from Steve’s close proximity. Still, a chuckle escaped him when Steve called him out on his reasoning for wanting Steve to come to sit in. “Yeah, kinda. Just thought it would be funny to see if you actually did what I suggested and I gotta say… I’m surprised you did.” He admits to the other, sliding his dice into their little baggie which he cinches closed to drop into his larger bag.

“Surprised?” Steve asked in amusement and raised a brow at him. “Did you think I’d just… intentionally do the opposite of whatever you were telling me to do?”

Eddie gives a small shake of his head, “No, I just thought you might be too cool for D&D is a-all.” His breath nearly hitched as the itch continued to grow the longer he was near Steve and Eddie brought a hand up to rub at his nostrils. After the information Chrissy had given him, it was like he could feel Steve’s eyes on him. Watching him. Zeroing in on him. It almost made the burning tickle feel worse.

Though his statement seems to spark a laugh from Steve which makes Eddie smile. God, that laugh is like music to his ears, and he suddenly knows he wants to hear it just as much, if not more, than his entire metal playlist. “Dude, I hang out and babysit a bunch of kids still in high school. I haven’t been cool since like… sophomore year when Billy Hargrove beat the shit out of me.”

That made Eddie wince and he was just about to reply when he suddenly sucked in a sharp gasp as the tickle peaked, a hand shooting up to pinch his nose shut. “Hiih-! NXG’TSh! Huh… sorry.” He rubbed at his nose a little to try and work away the ticklish feeling to no such luck. “Yeah, shit, I remember when you came in with your face all…” He made a vague gesture to indicate Steve’s face being swollen and bruised, his brown eyes watching the other man carefully.

Steve’s mouth was ever so slightly open, and he was staring at Eddie. He seemed to realize it after a few moments, his jaw snapping shut and his smile reappearing as he refocused. “Um yeah- yeah that sucked. My face and… jeez, everything hurt for days.” He admits, lifting a hand to rub the back of his neck.

There was a brief pause as Eddie shoved the last of his D&D supplies into his bag as the kids chatted amongst themselves. Eddie pressed his wrist to his nose, sniffling and feeling that tickle growing again.

“Were you okay once I left the shop?” Steve asked suddenly, making Eddie look up to find the other’s hazel eyes on him once more.

A chuckle left Eddie and he nods, “Yeah, yeah. Once you were gone I was fiiihh… iihhSHHew! HiiHESSHew! “ He held his long sleeve-covered wrist to his nose which was starting to run similar to his itchy eyes that were streaming a little.

From across the room, the kids had all turned to look at Eddie now with concern and confusion, but it was Max who piped up. “What’s wrong with you? You better not be getting sick because if you get me sick I swear, Eddie…”

“Relax, will you, Mayfield?” Eddie said with a sniffle and went rummaging in his bag for a tissue, surprised when he did find one. “I’m just allergic to your babysitter.” He joked while swiping at his nose.

The reaction from Steve was almost unnoticeable if he hadn’t been looking for it but the moment he said he was allergic to the other man he’d stiffened up. Almost like the first time someone had spanked Eddie. Then he pretty obviously shifted his weight, adjusting his jeans, and Eddie smirked to himself behind the tissue.

The rest of the party was back to conversing with themselves, so Eddie pulled a scrap of paper from his notebook to scribble out his cell number on it which he held out to Steve. “Realized I had your number fr-hih-! from the shop, but you didn’t have mine.”

“Oh.” Steve accepted the piece of paper, smiling a little at the devil horns Eddie had drawn over the ‘E’ in his name. “Thanks, Eddie. I’ll text you tonight after I get these gremlins home.” He jokes and gestured back at the group of teenagers behind him.

A sudden call for Steve from Will had the other looking back at said teenagers, “Steve! My mom is asking for an ETA.”

“Shit, alright, Will. Tell her ten minutes, and I’ll drop you off first. No, Dustin! No complaining.” Steve said sternly, already pointing a finger at the curly-haired teen who had just been about to protest since it meant he got dropped off sooner. “Sorry, Eddie, I gotta go, but I’ll text you!”

“IiiSHhuh! Ugh-” Eddie pawed at his nose with his knuckles again, wincing as his rings caught a little painfully at his pink and sensitive nostril. “Yep! Text me whenever, Harrington. I’ll be awake a while yet.”

Without much ceremony, Steve herded his flock of seniors into his car to begin dropping them off for the night. How they all fit, Eddie would never know.

. . .

It was just past ten thirty when Eddie’s phone vibrated against the couch cushions and the curly-haired man practically dove for it. A few missed tiktoks Gareth had sent him and then an unknown number with a text that read:

Hey! This is Steve from earlier at the shop and the library? Hope you’re feeling okay after everything today.

Eddie could have screamed outright in joy if his neighbors didn’t already hate him for playing guitar at all ungodly hours of the night. As it was he buried his face in the pillows of his couch, kicked his feet, and squealed. Once he had that out of his system, he sat back up and replied with:

steve! aw arent u sweet <3 im fine, big boy. once you and all your plant sperm is gone i stop sneezing eventually.

With the suspected knowledge Eddie had, true or not, it made the text he’d just sent feel almost like a flirt and he kind of loved it. Messing with Steve was kind of fun even if the other wasn’t into guys, but… well he had taken his number, hadn’t he? Or was he just being polite? Oh, shit. Eddie really hadn’t thought any of this through. Oh fuck.

Hardy har. But I am glad you’re okay. I was seriously worried about you for the rest of the day. And I hope seeing me at the library didn’t make it worse again.

That felt… sweet. And hadn’t Steve been sweet back at the tattoo parlor too? Especially about his sneezing, but well that was obvious as to why now. Somehow this felt like concern over Eddie beyond just whatever Steve happened to be into and some cold and blackened part of the tattooist warmed a little.

not too bad, some extra sneezes on my way home wont kill me. im waaay used to it. was totally fine by the time i got home.

Again, somehow it felt like throwing Steve a bone and seeing if he’d bring it back to trust him for more.

I’m glad you’re alright now. You know if you ever need anything, I’m happy to help out?

Eddie wasn’t sure what possessed him. Maybe the devil. Maybe fate. Maybe he was just too damn impulsive for his own fucking good and he was about to ruin a very good thing.

you sure youre not just asking so you can see me sneeze again? >:)

For a solid ten minutes, Eddie’s heart hammered in his chest, and he practically gnawed the corner off his pillow wondering if he’d done or said the right thing. He stared at his phone with growing dread. The waiting was killing him. What was Steve doing? Okay yeah sure Eddie had kind of maybe just dropped some weird fucking bombshell, but-!

The screen lit up and the plastic device vibrated almost angrily at him. This time, Eddie hesitated to grab his phone. He wasn’t sure he wanted to see Steve’s answer now that he thought about it…

Fuck. What gave me away?

Relief. Sweet fucking relief. Steve was receptive and Chrissy was right holy shit! Eddie stared at the reply from Steve debating what to say for so long that another came in.

I’m sorry. This is really weird. I hope I didn’t freak you out or anything like that.

That startled a laugh from Eddie and he immediately replied.

i was king of the freaks, steve. you cant freak me out. i think its pretty cute.

Cute? That’s new.

no one ever called you cute before?

No one has ever called me thinking sneezing is attractive cute before.

well theres a first time for everything, right? besides i like indulging in peoples kinks. its fun.

You’re a strange… strange man, Eddie Munson.

. . .

They texted on and off until Tuesday, the banter between the two becoming much more relaxed as time went on. Then early on a Tuesday morning, too fucking early if you asked Eddie, his phone went off. He groaned while trying to shuffle the blankets off over his head to find his phone buried somewhere in the sheets. Finally, his fingers knock into something hard and plastic and there’s a clatter as it goes skittering to the floor which makes Eddie groan.

He goes sliding half out of bed, tattooed skin becoming exposed to the chilly air as he pulls free from the heavy blankets he usually hides under. The chill of the morning air makes his skin pull tight and goosebumps appear across his flesh while he fumbles aimlessly under the bed for his phone.

The sudden shift from warm air trapped underneath his bed sheets to cold air outside of them makes his sinuses prickle like usual and Eddie’s no stranger to his usual bout of morning sneezes. Before even trying to read the texts, he waits. Lying there covered by just his bedsheets as the tickle grows until finally he sneezes uncovered into the air in front of him, “HiihEXTSHew! Hipt’shew! Et’shhhuh! Ngh…” He rubs a hand over his face while sniffling softly then checks his phone.

Hey, Eddie, I am SO sorry, but I think we have to reschedule the tattoo appointment. I was feeling a little iffy yesterday, but now I’m definitely not making it. I was really looking forward to it. Let me know what days are free and I’ll happily reschedule!

All at once his heart sank.

He rubbed at his eyes a little more, scrubbing the sleep from them. After a moment, Eddie pulls up the schedule on his phone to see what all he’s got going on today. Just… Steve and open for walk in’s which… Something between a whine and a groan escapes Eddie as he makes a decision before texting Chrissy and Gareth he won’t be in today since his appointment is rescheduling.

If Steve was going to go waking him up before his alarm did then he was going to suffer the consequences. And well… Eddie had a crush and a soft spot for the guy. Without further ado, Eddie rolled himself out of bed with a shiver to start getting dressed so he could make a run to the store for some supplies before gracing The Ailing King with his presence.

Link to Part 3

#st/eddie #st/ranger th/ings #ed/die mu/nson #st/eve ha/rrington #snz #snz kink #snzfic #snzblr #snzfucker #bex's snz writing #tattoos and tissues

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Quiet Night

Fandom: Marvel Summary: Bucky comes home with a cold and scares poor Steve who offers a quiet night CW: none? Word Count: 624 Author Note: Just somethin' small for someone havin' a bad time <3MINORS DNI

The door to Steve’s apartment opened and closed quick and quietly. If not for Bucky’s sniffling he would have been almost completely silent in his breaking into his boyfriend’s apartment. He was tucked into a coat and hat, still absolutely shivering beyond belief. Even his metal arm shook by proxy.

A clattering sound from the kitchen drew Bucky’s attention, clearly the sounds of Steve bustling away. It was domestic. Homey. It brought a smile to his lips, weary as it was.

Silently, Bucky moved through the apartment from the front door to the kitchen where he leaned casually against the doorframe to watch Steve at the stove for a moment. With his back turned to him, he had some song playing quietly from his phone on the counter. His hips were swaying to the beat as he hummed along, mumbling words here and there.

While waiting for the other to notice him, Bucky pulled off his hat and coat. With Steve’s back to him, he was able to get away with quite a lot if he was quiet. The music and Steve’s soft humming easily drowned out Bucky’s quiet sniffles. There was a dull tickling sensation in his sinuses that Bucky had been waiting on it to build all damn day. It seemed now was the time.

Bucky’s expression crumpled. His icy blues unfocused, his brows knit together, red and irritated nostrils flaring as he drew in a breath sharply. He lifted a hand to crush the knuckles of his right hand up against his nose just in time as he sneezed harshly.

“HehETTShoo! HiiEISHoo!”

“Jesus, Buck!”

The reaction from Steve was instantaneous, the blond jumping nearly a foot in the air and spilling a little of whatever it was he was making on the stove. Usually, Bucky could tell just by the smell of it, but not now. Especially not since those two sneezes seemed to have completely blocked up his sinuses instead of just making him a sniffly mess like he’d been all day.

With a thicker sniffle and another rub at his abused, red nose, Bucky replied. “Sorry. Snff. Bust be the spices.” He tried to lie but his voice was hardly better than a croak when it came out.

Steve raised his eyebrows at him and crossed his arms, “You sure about that? I lived with you for years. I know what your cold sneezes sound like.”

Another liquidy sniffle and Bucky waves his metal hand dismissively but not before his breath starts to catch again. “Heh… I’b fide, S-Steeeve- HiihDISHoo! Fit as a fiddle. Snfff.”

Steve turns down the heat on the stove and comes closer to press a hand to his forehead that Bucky can’t help but lean into. He’s exhausted if he’s being honest with himself. Instead of thinking too hard about it he just relishes the feeling of Steve’s hand.

“Not warm, but if you’re not careful-”

“Steeeve…” Bucky groans quietly, congestion strangling his boyfriend’s name awkwardly. “It’s a cold. I’ll be fi­-f-…fiiih… FiiEISHHoo! Eh… heh… HEHISHOO! Oh, by god. I’b sorry, Stevie, I sdeezed all over you.” He’s mortified, no matter how many times it’s happened in their times living together he’ll never get over the embarrassment of it.

But Steve just wears that stupid soft smile like always, his baby blues lighting up so brilliantly and lovingly. “Then it’s a good thing I’m making soup, huh? Butternut. Your favorite. Ma’s recipe even. C’mon Buck. We can put on a movie and cuddle on the couch, sound good.”

“Sou’ds fucki’g abazi’g, doll.” Bucky groans and slides his arms around Steve’s waist to press his face into his chest, sniffling as he resigns himself to being cared for by his boyfriend for the night.

#snzblr #snzfic #snz kink #snz #snz writing #bex's snz writing #m/arvel #b/ucky b/arnes #s/teve r/ogers #s/tucky

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If ur down for it, I’d love to see u write smth for tlou with a sick/snzy Joel ,,, perhaps when he and Ellie are first reunited with Tommy or maybe post-game where they’ve gone back to Jackson with Tommy?? basically just the embarrassment of never being sick and suddenly being sick 🥹🥹

Ask and ye shall receive, my anon <3 Fandom: The Last of Us Summary: Freshly returned from the fireflies, Joel is run completely ragged and has caught a cold. CW: None, just spoilers for the game if you haven't played! Word Count: 1.1k MINORS DNI

The car had broken down when they were a few miles from Jackson. Then the rain had started. It hadn’t let up until they were nearly at the hydroelectric plant. After pulling Ellie out of the Fireflies it had been hard to find her non-rotting clothes that fit. Most anything decent was all returned to the earth, torn up, disgusting, or moth eaten. They’d managed to find her a too big shirt, jeans, a belt, and even some decent shoes. But no jacket.

With no car for shelter from the rain, Joel hadn’t even hesitated to shrug off his jacket and drape it around the young girl’s shoulders as they exhaustedly trudged the last few miles back to town. They made it to the gates. Tired, shivering, soaked, starving, and there was a bone deep weariness that Joel just couldn’t place. He swallowed, wondering if he’d snored the whole night long for his throat to feel so raw.

Rain rolled down off his soaked hair and down the bridge of his nose as they waited for the gate to open, his exhausted frame shaking in the freezing downpour. Somehow it was still raining instead of snowing. Good for the plant, he thought just as a droplet of water rolled off the tip of his nose.

It ignited a tickle at the very tip and made him raise a calloused hand to rub roughly at the appendage just as Tommy pushed open the gate.

“Christ,” Tommy breathed out. “You both look like hell.” His eyes trailed from Joel to Ellie and stepped aside to let them both inside the walls. “Get in here. We’ll get you cleaned up, dried off, something to eat…”

Right away Ellie was pushing her way inside. They hadn’t talked much on the way back and Joel watched her go. He hadn’t told her about what he’d done but there was a distance now between them… Both of them could feel it and the guilt of his choice ate at him. But it was nothing compared to the guilt of what inaction would have felt like. That he was sure of…

Suddenly, he realized someone was saying his name. Tommy.

“Joel?”

A grunt escaped him, and Joel sniffed slightly. His nose was running. When had that started?

“Tommy.” He growled back, a little harsher than he meant to, but he was tired god damn it. Tired, he didn’t feel himself, he wanted a shower, and to drop into bed to sleep for a month.

For once, Tommy seemed to understand and led Joel inside the gates. They trudged through the muddy streets of Jackson and into a house, Joel’s breath catching as the suddenly warm air hit his throat and lungs. He doubled over in a coughing fit with one hand pressed to the aching, still not quite healed wound on his abdomen.

A warm hand slid over his back and Joel took in a shaky breath. “I’m fine.” He spit out from pure habit, the prickliness rearing it’s head as he grew defensive. There was no reason his younger brother should be comforting him. Not a damn one.

“You ain’t.” Tommy breathed out and gripped Joel’s shirt tighter now, making the older man scrunch his face in annoyance. It seemed to re-ignite that ticklish sensation from earlier and as Tommy dragged him down the hall to the bathroom.

The bathroom lights flicked on, and Joel’s breath hitched, “Ihhih­­- Tommy, move.” He warned the blonde, pushing him aside before he braced a hand against the wall while cupping his other hand over his mouth and nose to sneeze. “HiiiISSHue! Jesus…”

A wry sort of chuckle escaped Tommy as he got the hot water started for Joel, patting his brother on the back. “Bless you, old timer. Still fucking disgusting, I see.” He teased warmly, referring to catching the sneeze in his hand.

“Like you’re any damn better, asshole.” Joel grumbled back but there was not a trace of heat to his words. His breath was already wavering again as he started to undo the buttons of his completely soaked flannel shirt.

Tommy left the bathroom with a small snort of laughter. “Fair point. I’ll leave you too it. Get some rest, Joel.”

“Hiixx’t! Ugh.” This time he’d pinched his nose to stifle sneeze, feeling his ears pop uncomfortably and it had scraped painfully against his throat. Boston to Colorado and not so much as a sniffle and now… now that it was all over it was like his body had finally given up.

As Joel stepped into the hot spray a long sigh left him which turned into a harsh coughing fit that left his throat more raw than before. He scrubbed himself down, washed his hair and beard, not bothering to shave given he felt liable to sneeze and cut himself at any moment.

A few more sneezes as he got out of the shower, dressed in some sweats Tommy had left out for him, and dropped into bed. There was no telling how long he slept but when he woke, Ellie was at his bedside and he felt awful. Worse than before he’d slept if that was possible. “Hey, kiddo…” He croaked out, throat raw and painful.

The moment he spoke, Ellie’s head snapped up from where she’d been sharpening her stiletto blade. “Hey…” Her voice was soft, softer than it had been the whole trip back. “Maria said you were sick.” Her hand raised up to indicate she was going to reach out and touch him, a habit they’d developed after some trial and error traveling together.

“I’m fine-” Joel dismissed quietly as her hand came to rest on his forehead, an oddly familiar sensation and he couldn’t place why he knew it. “Healthy as a h-hhhih…” His breath hitched, nostrils flaring, and he quickly grabbed her wrist to pull it away from his face. “HiiISHHuh! Heh…hiiSHHUH! Ugh, pardod.” He mumbled, southern drawl thickening as his congestion did too. His face was tucked into his elbow for once. Ellie didn’t need this cold. Not after all she’d been through.

Both sneezes were loud and made Ellie jump. “Jesus. Good thing you didn’t get sick like this while we were traveling. We would have had every infected in a mile on us.” She teased him to which Joel rolled his eyes, feeling a heat rising to his cheeks.

“Yeah yeah… go od add-” Joel sniffed and pulled the bed sheets up to rub at his nose some. “Get out of here. Go watch a bovie with the kids or sobethi’g todight… I’ll be fide.”

Ellie seemed to hesitate, watching him with an anxious look. “You sure?”

Another nod. “Get.” Joel insisted and reached out to give her a light shove. “Before you catch this.”

A sigh left Ellie, swaying with that shove before she pocketed her knife and stood. “Feel better, Joel.” She said and left him to sleep.

#snz #snz kink #snzfic #sneeze kink #snz writing #bex's snz writing #anon snz prompt #la/st of us #jo/el miller #el/lie williams #to/mmy miller #ma/ria miller

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If you’re feeling it, I’d love to see Matt Murdock with a cold being his fiesty vigilante self

So like... lowkey Matty is one of my faves to write and I'm thrilled I finally got an ask for him!!! Hope I did him justice, pun intended lol Also hope you don't mind a few other characters just for the sake of moving the plot along and dialog.

Fandom: Marvel Summary: It starts in court when Matt can't seem to keep his head on straight, coughing a little, but when he goes out for the night things just keep getting worse. Until a familiar someone really sends him home. CW: Threats of bodily harm, threat of contagion (none actually depicted, Matt is just a shit who likes to bark not bite in this) Word Count: 1.5k (I... got carried away ok?) Author Note: Hiya! Bit of a disclaimer, I am not blind and have never been blind. I'm just active in the disabled community and enjoy absorbing information from mutuals who are blind or self-identify as visually impaired. Matt's sensory stuff I base a bit more on my experiences with Autism since his senses are heightened. MINORS DNI

Court had been a wreck today and Matt just wanted to get back to the office. Normally, a courtroom was just one of those places where Matt could easily slip on the imaginary lawyer mask he’d crafted for himself from years of practice. Today was… not one of those days. He fumbled, his brain felt sluggish and hazy, he was tired, his throat itched, and he found himself reaching for his water more often than usual. Even pausing a few times during his closing speech to cough into a closed fist.

The feeling of Foggy’s concerned gaze burning into his back was unmistakable as he swept his cane back and forth along the smooth tile while walking briskly away from his law partner before he could say anything. Foggy was a wonderful friend but he was a worrier. In his rush to escape, the tip of his cane caught on something, and the handle jabbed him hard in the stomach making him grunt with the force.

“Matt.”

Oh, he knew that voice. The muscles of his jaw tensed, pressing his molars together a little more firmly before forcing a smile through the current discomfort marinating in his body. Nothing he wasn’t used to. “Karen? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you-” His breath caught on his ticklish throat, and he paused to cough downward into his fist before continuing. “Shouldn’t you be back at the office?”

Something like a sigh left her, “Well, I would be if Foggy hadn’t been texting me all through court that you were struggling and coughing, Matt.” She insisted, sounding concerned.

Even when not actively on high alert, Matt was always consciously hyperaware of his senses and surroundings whether he liked it or not. The moment Karen decided to lift her hand to press her cool palm to his forehead, Matt knew it was coming and braced himself not to lean into the touch. As much as he craved the sensation. Affection. And yet it burned. It was too much. He recoiled from it after a moment with another forced smile.

“Karen, I’m fine. Just a little cough. I’ll be fine after some sleep.” Matt said, figuring there was no sense in lying when he’d just coughed in front of her already. He sniffed, feeling his nose starting to run and that’s when the dread began to set in. A cough was fine, but congestion? That could screw him over for days.

Nelson was coming up behind him and carefully taking his arm so Matt lifted his cane up to let his best friend begin to guide him instead. “There’s a taxi waiting out front to take you home, man. Go get some rest. Actual rest. I’m serious, if I hear you’ve been out of bed, I’m coming to kick your ass. I mean it.”

So, Matt went home. Staying home was the last thing he was going to do if he was getting sick.

The moment Matt couldn’t feel the sun on his skin anymore, he left his apartment in his suit ready to leave a lasting impact for a few days just in case this cold left him worse for wear. Lucky for him it was a busy night and he’s never been so grateful that his cowl leaves his nose uncovered because once the cold night air hit his nose it was like the sneezes just wouldn’t stop.

“You’re trying my- HiD’tshUH! patience. So, I’ll ask again. Where’s the warehouse?” Matt rasps out, sounding exhausted and just utterly done with the man he’s got pinned to the brick wall before him.

The man, Tyler he’s learned is his name, sneers and spits what Matt can only assume is a mixture of blood and saliva onto his front. “Fuck you, man! I’m not tellin’ you shit! Go back to, mama, and play more dress up, freak!”

It’s getting dangerous to be out and Matt knows it. The shapes are swimming and blurring together in how he can “see”. Nothing is crisp and clear anymore because of the congestion settling in and muddling his senses. He sniffles a little to try and help it but it does nothing, if anything it makes it worse. Sure, Matt’s good, but he’s still blind. As in, almost no residual vision blind. Just the occasional bright light or neon makes it through. Tyler needs to talk and talk fast so Matt can finish up for the night and then find his way home.

A smirk curls at Matt’s lips, “Tyler,” He sniffles. “You tell me, or next time I sneeze I’m headbutting you so damn hard I’m sending one of these little horns on my helmet into your skull.” He threatens, nostrils flaring ever so slightly just below where the cowl ends. “Hihh… Shit…”

“You wouldn’t-” Tyler said uncertainly and while Matt was a little preoccupied with how his nose was itching and the way it was working deeper into his sinuses, he could still hear the uncertainty in the other’s voice.

Matt leaned his head back a little like he was gearing up to strike or sneeze or both in this case. “Bet I would. Fuck burns- hi’ihh… ihh!”

There was milliseconds to choose before suddenly the other man blurted out, “Fifty-second street down near the docks! Don’t hurt me anymore, man!” And with that, Matt let the other slump to the ground while he turned aside to sneeze against a gloved knuckle.

“HiPT’SHuh! Hit’shhuh! Hihh… huh… Ugh, fuck lost it.” Matt grumbles as the last sneeze escaped him, grimacing at the feeling of damp leather, nylon, and neoprene up against his sensitive cold ridden nose. The individual strands of the fabric he could still pick out and made his skin crawl just thinking about them. He shook himself off, able to hear Tyler’s running footsteps in the distance vaguely.

Getting to 52nd street was… a chore to say the least. Usually, running rooftops was no issue. Now, Matt felt unsteady. Unsure of himself. The congestion was getting worse and Matt’s ability to orient himself with it. Like being trapped underwater and not knowing which way was up and which way was down.

To top it all off, he’d begun to shiver and sweat which logically he knew meant he had a fever. Though he couldn’t be all that bothered to think too hard about it right now. Making it easier on himself, he’d cut the power to the warehouse to drench the place in darkness before going in. It set the men in a panic, a few knowing what was coming, and went running. Matt went for them first. The others he picked off slowly.

Heavy boot falls as he was dragging the unconscious men into the center of the warehouse making him freeze. He knew those steps, but God Almighty, that was the last person he wanted to talk to right now.

“Hey, Red. You look like shit.”

A sigh that scraped his throat and to his irritation also seemed to rattle slightly in his chest, making him cough harshly before he could reply. “Fradk.” He rasped out. “Did I beat you to it for odce?”

Something like a scoff escaped Frank, “While sick too, looks like it. The fuck you doin’ out here, Red? You look ready to keel over. I knew you were some kinda masochist but nothing like this.”

That shocks a laugh out of Matt which only serves to make him double over with more coughs, pressing his gloved hand to his mouth and nose as he tries to reel it in. “Headi’g hobe after this. Probise. Just… deeded…” His voice is trailing off and with his cowl covering his face it’s impossible to tell that his eyelids are fluttering. His nostrils still flare though.

“HiD’TSHEW! EISHEW! Huh… d’no c’bod… hih-!” Matt rubs furiously at his nose with a gloved hand, very sure his nose is that same stupid red color Foggy always made fun of him for in college whenever he got sick. “Hixx’TSHEW! Shit-”

The half stifle makes him stumble in his off-balanced state and he nearly falls if not for the hand on his arm suddenly. “Go home, Red.” Frank’s voice is suddenly much closer, and Matt is alarmed at the fact that he hadn’t even heard or felt the other so much as move. “Call the cops. I’ll sit on the nearby rooftop, and make sure none of ‘em escape for you.”

Matt sniffles again, keeping his gloved hand pressed to his nose for a moment before giving up and dropping it. He’s too tired to care what he looks like and he’s pretty sure Frank has seen worse than a runny nose. Besides his nose is so blocked up he can barely even smell that cologne Frank usually wears, maybe letting it run will do him some good.

“D’no killi’g.” He instructs the other. “I kdow where you live. I’ll bake sure you catch this.” He threatens exhaustedly, dialing the cops before leaving Frank to watch over the scene while he heads home to claw his way out of his suit, shower, make tea, and pass out before work the next morning.

#snz #snz kink #snzfic #snz writing #bex's snz writing #ma/tt murdock #da/redevil #ma/rvel #snzfucker #anon snz prompt #ka/ren page #fo/ggy nelson #fr/ank castle #also random OC tyler i guess? idk him he just showed up on set one day

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Rained Out

Summary: After their hike gets rained out, a soaked and freezing Hale and Jessie return to their car to drive home and get some food on the way. Hale's health takes a turn for the worse and Jessie confesses something finally to his boyfriend. (Jessie has the kink!) CW: mess, mentions of contagion and arousal Word Count: 3.1k ish (I'm not good at short okay!) Note: Hale and Jessie are my original characters, please do not steal them or use them or appropriate them without my express consent. They're very near and dear to my heart. But I will HAPPILY answer any and all questions about them anytime and always give more info about them! I love ranting about them.

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Cold rain pelted against the Bronco’s windshield while the heat rattled softly as it always did. The quiet music playing drowned out most of the rattle, but Hale could still hear it, even as he sniffled every few moments. The drive through Colorado during late fall was beautiful but the rain had dampened things a bit. Including both himself and Jessie. Hence the heat currently on full blast so his boyfriend might stop shivering soon.

“You alright over there, Texas? Still too cold for you?” Hale asked softly, knuckles rubbing at his nose that didn’t seem to want to stop running since they’d been caught in the downpour on their hike.

Jessie took a breath, willing his teeth to stop chattering so he could speak. “Warming up. I’m fine. You must be thrilled, Alaska.” He teased back and even shuffled from his curled up position by the window to reach out a foot and nudge his thigh.

A chuckle rumbled out of Hale, but it only seemed to scratch at his throat in an odd way, making him turn and cough into his elbow with one hand still on the wheel. “Livin’ the dream.” He answered, a little quieter than before to try and spare his throat that seemed to just feel scratchy for some reason.

He could feel those worried, sweet brown eyes on him, and Hale sighed quietly. “Grab the blankets from the back, Jes. I can still hear your teeth chattering.” Obediently, Jessie reaches into the back of the old truck to go looking for the blanket Hale mentioned. It took a few moments of searching but he eventually found it and pulled it out, curling up in the soft buffalo plaid with another shiver.

“Can we stop for some food? I’m starving.” Jessie asked hopefully as he spotted a sign that said there was a McDonalds a few miles ahead.

A soft grunt left Hale and he glanced at the exit sign as they passed it. “Sure, pup. What do you wh-” His nose was trying to drip down his upper lip and he sniffed hard again, pressing his knuckles back under his nose. “Sorry, what do you want to eat?”

There was a half second of a pause and Hale could feel not only his runny nose but Jessie scrutinizing him. “Just burgers are fine. Ohh or a Big Mac!” he says excitedly while undoing his seat belt so he can sprawl across the bench seat in the blanket. His head settles in Hale’s damp lap, and he looks up at him.

Hale glanced down at Jessie, head now in his lap, and he smiled at him for a moment with his knuckles still pressed against his leaking nose. “I’ll get you a Big Mac then.” He assures him and sniffles again, looking back to the road. There was a dull sort of itch starting to prickle at his nose as he took the exit for the fast food joint.

Jessie hummed and shuffled to turn and press his face against Hale’s belly, nuzzling against the bit of softness he could find amidst the muscle.

They pulled into the drive thru, the itch feeling like it was moving up and deeper into his sinuses as he rolled the window down. His nostrils twitched and his breathing caught and hitched softly as he was about to order. “H-hang on-” He made sure to press his foot to the brake and his whole body jerked with a powerfully, but pitifully, stifled sneeze as his fingers pinched his nose shut.

“Hiih-ExXTsh! Ugh, sorry about that. Can we get a Big Mac meal with a sprite and ah-” His breathing hitched again, and he pinched his nose for a moment, willing the tickle to go away. He cleared his scratchy throat and continued, “And a spicy chicken sandwich meal with…” He swallowed, feeling that scratch in his throat and sighed knowing he was about to out himself to Jessie. “With orange juice.”

There was instantly a reaction from Jessie who was shuffling where he lay to slide a hand up under his shirt and touch his skin. “Hale?”

Hale’s foot slid off the brake as they were told to move to the first window to pay. “Can you hand me my wallet, pup?” he asked, completely ignoring the concerned tone with which Jessie had said his name. Currently, Hale was busy trying to make sure he didn’t let the tickle in his nose overwhelm him again until after they’d gotten their food.

Jessie grunted and sat up to grab Hale’s wallet from the glove box where they’d tossed it for their hike and handed him his card to pay. He watched Hale rub at his nose roughly and sniffle before and after paying. Even after getting their food, he was still sniffling, and Jessie felt his stomach doing summersaults just watching him.

He’d never told Hale about his little fascination with sneezes. They’d been dating for well over a year by now… Jessie knew he should feel comfortable telling Hale but every time he tried it was like the words vanished. Thankfully, Hale seemed to have a robust immune system.

In fact, Jessie could only ever remember once before that Hale got sick and it barely even counted. Just some stomach bug that Jessie had been happy to hold his poor boyfriend’s long dirty blonde hair back for while rubbing his back.

Suddenly food was being placed into Jessie’s lap as Hale hurriedly shoved the bag at him so he could pull forward. “Ihh-hih…” Hale’s breathing hitched, just barely holding his sneezes in until they got to a parking space. He threw the Bronco in park and exploded, “Ihh’EXXtShew! Hihh… Hehht’Shxxew!” He’d ducked his face into his elbow again, this time not having enough time to stifle his sneezes and he’d left a wet patch on his sleeve.

“You’re not done.” Jessie said idly, doing absolutely everything to not look at Hale now as he rummaged in the bag for their food. He’d already stared too long while the other fought back his sneezes and then let loose.

Hale sniffled, a little thicker than before, and grimaced at the sound. “What?” He asked blearily, the itch still present and buzzing in his sinuses but not wanting to come out yet.

Jessie cleared his throat a little and put Hale’s chicken sandwich on the seat next to him as well as both their straws in their drinks. “You once told me you sneeze in fours when you’re sick. To be fair you were high as a kite… but I’ve never seen you order orange juice. Ever. And you’ve been sniffling since the rain.” He explained only to be nearly cut off as Hale sneezed twice more.

“Heeh’XXTSHew! Et’XSHEW! I’m not sick.” Hale retorted immediately after the sneezes he’d directed into his elbow once again. His knuckles paw at his nose again and he sniffles. “But that does sound like something high me would say.” He relents after a moment.

“You’re not really known to lie when you’re high, babe.” Jessie points out but shrugs as he unwraps his Big Mac. “Thanks for dinner though. I love you.” He says softly and takes a sip of his sprite.

Hale pouts a little, knowing Jessie was right about the lying, but resigned to sniffling as he unwrapped his spicy chicken sandwich. “I love you too, punk.” He murmured, taking a bite.

It was then that Hale realized what a fool he was for ordering spicy chicken. After only the first two slow and uninterested bites his nose began to run even worse. His sniffled more frequently and half way through had to put down his sandwich to sneeze again.

“Hiih-!” Hale’s nostrils flared and he hitched with urgency, gripping the steering wheel for support. “Ehht’TxXhew! HeISHXXew! Eh-hiih-! Heh? HexXT’ShEW! IpTSHEW!” He groaned, face still tucked into his elbow as snot clung to his inner arm and nose. “Uh- Jes? Cad I habe a dapkid?” he asked awkwardly, cringing at how raw and congested his voice was already sounding.

Jessie had been staring dumbfounded at Hale, mouth still full of half chewed food as he’d watched him explode into the small fit. Christ if this was how it was going to be when Hale got sick, Jessie wasn’t going to last a full day without needing five minutes alone to find some relief. “Huh?” He said finally as he processed Hale had said something to him, chewing the rest of his mouthful and swallowing. “What was that?”

“Uh-” Hale waved a hand towards the fast food bag a little more urgently. “Dapkid. The- paper. Thi’gs.” He tried to explain in case Jessie hadn’t understood him with his nose clogged.

“Oh!” Jessie shot down to grab some napkins for Hale and set his food aside as he scooted across the bench seat to take Hale’s arm. “Relax, baby. I’ve got you.” He urges and presses the napkin carefully to Hale’s face and arm. “Just turn towards me and blow.”

Hale seemed utterly mortified by what Jessie was offering to do. “Jes- fugk… just-“ But he suddenly didn’t have much choice in the matter as the tickle in his sinuses flared once again. “IiihxXtShEEW!” He turned to bury his face in the napkin that had tickled his sensitive nostrils on the approach. “Shid- uhm sorry, Jes, I-”

Jessie’s pupils were blown wide and excited, but he tried to keep himself composed despite the blood rushing south. “It’s okay. You’re my boyfriend. I wanna take care of you when you’re si-” The look on Hale’s face made him switch tactics. “Don’t feel well.” He gently swiped up the mess from Hale’s face.

“But- dabd it, Jes. I’b gross. I- Look, I dod’t get sick ofted but whed I do… it sucks. It’s gross add sdotty add-” All the talking was irritating Hale’s throat more, making it tickle and scratch and causing him to cough into his previously sneezed upon elbow. “Ugh…”

Jessie sighed and swallowed hard, knowing it was now or never. “Hale…” He said softly, sounding very much like he was about to have one of their serious conversations. “You’re not gross-”

“Jes, cobe the fuck od-”

“Shut up a minute and let me talk before I lose my nerve.” Jessie snapped and then took a breath. “Sorry. I just- I’ve been trying to find a way to tell you for months and I- I just- I always chicken out and I can never get the words to come out of my mouth and I’m just- Oh my god I’m rambling.” He dropped the crumpled, soiled napkin on the seat to cover his face with both hands. “Shit. Fuck. Fuck…”

Hale sniffled thickly and reached out to gently take Jessie’s wrists and guide his hands down away from his face. “Talk to be? What’s goi’g od?”

“I like…” Jessie tried to start, avoiding Hale’s gorgeous hazel eyes as he tried to muster back up the courage again. “I like your sneezes…” He whispered out and tried to pull away before Hale could regard him with disgust.

For a moment, the car was silent until Hale sniffled softly again but still thicker than it had been an hour ago. “You’re serious?” he asked softly and groaned softly. “Shit. Jes… you really beed this scared to tell be that?”

Jessie scoffs, “Of course I have! It’s weird! It’s embarrassing! It’s-”

But Hale cut him off, “Probably the bost adorable thi’g I’ve learded about you to date.”

And just like that Jessie fell into a stunned silence for a good minute. Eventually, he found his voice again and spoke. “So, you don’t hate me? Or think I’m fucked up?”

Hale made a surprised noise, something between a snort and a scoff that just seemed to irritate his throat and he turned away to cough roughly again. “D’no, I dod’t hate you or thigk you’re fucked up. Whoever did, I’b godda kill ‘eb.” He snarled, knowing damn well Jessie wouldn’t say something like that unless he had been given a reason to think it.

“Down boy.” Jessie soothed playfully, knowing Hale could get easily riled up for a fight under the best of circumstances. Let alone when he was sick and cranky. “They don’t matter anymore. What matters is you and that cold you seem to be getting, hun.”

Another gurgling sniffle escaped Hale and he grimaced at himself. “D’not sigk.” He replies stubbornly, the congestion only getting worse. “Cad’t get sigk. I- cad’t.”

And it was only then that Jessie realized this was another something tied to the years under his father’s thumb while living in Alaska. “Oh… oh sweetheart…” He whispered and moved Hale’s uneaten food out of his lap so he could move himself into Hale’s lap instead. “It is okay to get sick. It’s normal to get sick. It’s natural. It happens to everyone. Hell, you’ve seen me sick plenty.” He pointed out and frowned.

“It’s fide whed you’re sigk, but I-” Hale tried to start, and Jessie cut him off with a kiss to the lips that made him squirm. “Jes!”

“Well, if you’re not sick then I’ll be fine.” Jessie teased a little but did lift a hand to cup Hale’s face. “You, Hale Hawthorn, are allowed to get sick. You are allowed to be vulnerable. Especially with me if you want to be…” He reassures him quietly.

Another sniffle came from Hale who searched Jessie’s beautifully soft, endearing brown eyes for a few moments. “Fugk…” He whispered and leaned in to kiss Jessie again, figuring it was already too late. His idiot boyfriend had kissed him and with Jessie’s damn near nonexistent immune system he’d been doomed since being stuck in the car with Hale sneezing.

Jessie moaned softly into the kiss as Hale initiated this time. His mind and heart were racing. Hale didn’t hate him, he thought his stupid kink was cute, and he was getting to kiss his beautiful sick boyfriend.

“J-Jeheh…Jes, bove-“ Hale suddenly pulled back from the kiss, his pink nostrils flaring as he geared up for a sneeze. Though Jessie just wrapped his arms around Hale’s neck and for a brief moment Hale looked panicked before he couldn’t manage to hold back the tickle any longer.

“HiiXTShew! Heh- EehXTsh! NghXxtsh! Ah- oh f-fugk… ode bore- HeHXTXSH!” Hale ducked his head against Jessie’s shoulder to sneeze, the last one shaking them both and rocking the truck slightly. “Uhb… Jes, I deed-”

He pressed a napkin into Hale’s hand and then gently ran his fingers through his boyfriend’s long, soft hair. “You… are the absolute worst. You’ve never talked mid sneezing before; you did that for me.” He accused, sounding both shocked and amused.

“Well, it looks like it worgked.” Hale replied, sounding congested but amused and then Jessie let out a gasp as he felt Hale’s palm press against the tent in his still soaked jeans. “Jesus, Jes, why didd’t you tell be about this sooder if it gets you this wou’d ubp?”

Even now Jessie’s face was an utter scarlet color, and his heart was still pounding from having Hale sneeze against him like that and the power behind the last one. “Too shy. Too scared…” He admits softly.

Hale briefly kisses Jessie’s lips again as he lifts his head. “You dever habe to hide frob be, Jes…” he said quietly. “I’ll always lobe all of you. Add this- shit, Jes, this is really cute. You really like by sdeezes?” He seemed more in disbelief that Jessie could like his sneezes rather than just sneezing in general.

For a brief moment, Jessie wondered what the hell his life had become and then he let out a breathless little laugh. “Yes, baby, I love your sneezes. Fuck, you get me so riled up-” And there it was, the southern accent Jessie tried so hard to hide.

A shit eating grin spread across Hale’s face, and he sniffled thickly, “Howdy, Texas.” Hale replied in his best imitation of a southern accent. “You wadda bosey od hobe, partder?” He kept trying but the congestion dulled the effect, and he ended up coughing softly into his elbow. “Urgh, sorry, Jes. Just teasi’g…”

Jessie was smiling adoringly at his absolute goof of a boyfriend. “You’re so mean to me.” He jokes with a laugh. “I try so hard to hide that accent. And I’ve gotten very good at it thank you very much.”

“Who ever said you had to hide it?” Hale challenged and raised a brow at Jessie, sniffling some more. He rubbed his knuckles against his nose again and grunted. “But we should fidish eati’g add thed go hobe. I’b exhausted.” He admits softly in his quiet, congested baritone.

A soft hum of sympathy left Jessie and he reached up to touch Hale’s cheek, “Do you want me to drive us home, alpha?”

Hale smiled a little at the term of endearment and shook his head, “I thigk I’ll be alright. Hobe is odly adother twedty bidutes.”

Jessie sighed and handed Hale some more napkins, “As adorable as you sound right now, you need to blow your nose. I could barely understand what you just said.”

With a little pout on his face Hale takes the napkins and readies one to blow his nose. He groans afterwards at the relief and grabs the empty McDonalds bag to use as a trash can for his used napkins. “This better?” He asked Jessie, seeking approval.

“Much better.” Jessie said with a thumbs up and moved off of Hale’s lap to give him his food back and pick up his own to keep eating. “I expect you to finish that. You need the energy to keep your strength up.”

Another pout crossed Hale’s face, already sniffling again. “Do I have to?” He picks up some fries and starts to eat despite his protests.

“Now I know you’re sick. You never turn down food.” Jessie says seriously and scarfs down the rest of his burger to scoot over so he’s good and close up against Hale’s side. “Is your stomach alright? Do you want some of my sprite? That could help?”

A sigh slipped from Hale as Jessie went all in on caretaking mode when he started to refuse food. “Jes- breathe. I’m fine. Not dying. I pro-hiih- pro… HiixtSHEW!” Jessie had snatched up a napkin and pressed it to Hale’s nose to catch the sneezes so he wouldn’t sneeze all over his food.

“EhhTXxShew! H-heh… HeTXXSha! Hiih’XXTshEW!” Hale was absolutely red in the face from sneezing into Jessie’s hand holding the tissue. “Was that uhb… good for you?” he asked almost nervously.

Something like a shocked laugh bubbled out of Jessie and he nodded, “Holy fuck, Hale…” He breathed out excitedly and gave another excited laugh and sort of bounced in his seat. “I love you more than words can say.”

#snz #snz kink #snz fic #snzfucker #sneeze #sneeze kink #sneeze fic #Hale/Jessie #Hawddel #Bex's OCs #Bex's snz writing

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any chance of seeing a TLOU fic (no game spoilers)

that has Tess catching a pretty rough cold after her and Joel get Ellie out of the QZ?

I have this feeling I'm gonna end up a Last of Us snz author and y'know what I'm cool with that bc I... enjoyed writing Tess a lot??? I don't think I've ever posted fem snz writing before so uhh go easy on me lol hope you enjoy! Fandom: The Last of Us Summary: Finding shelter in the salon just after finding out Ellie is infected, Tess isn't feeling so hot but the three need rest. Joel takes the first watch... and watches over Tess. CW: Joel/Tess... sorta? It's a bit like the show where they are but they don't talk about it. Word Count: 1.2k MINORS DNI

Between the rain, the rush of adrenaline, and the screams and clicks of the infected there hadn’t been much time to self asses. So what if it felt like her lungs were burning, her throat felt like she’d choked on some overbaked hard tack, her limbs were like lead, and there was definitely congestion building in her sinuses. Panting and trembling, Tess rested one hand against the wall of the abandoned salon while Joel moved the hefty bookcase in front of the door.

All at once, she spotted Joel suddenly raise his uninjured hand and clench it into a fist meaning to go silent, so she quickly looked to Ellie and pressed a finger to her lips. She’d all but gotten her breath back thankfully, but stayed frozen half bent over in her recovering position as the infected ran past their hiding spot.

Then there it was. A tickle. Something so small that could spell disaster and possibly the end of their lives if Tess didn’t get a grip. She swallowed hard against her aching throat, determined to stay utterly silent until the shuffling straggling made his gruesome way past, but the tickle was turning into a burning itch.

It traveled up from the tip of her nose deeper into her sinuses and started to make her eyes water, slightly pink nostrils flaring while she clenched her jaw. Fuck now was so not the time for this! Her breathing was starting to shake a little and her eyes squint, one hand coming up to press her wrist under her nose. The same hand that held her gun, safety on and finger off the trigger.

Joel’s gaze was traveling to her, his eyes widening as he seemed to realize the struggle she was having and he ever so slightly shook his head. “Don’t.” He mouthed to her, not making a sound.

With a slight roll of her eyes, Tess wondered what the fuck he wanted her to do about the predicament she was in but her breath was starting to hitch. “Hi’ihh…” There were no sounds from outside. She gestured with her free hand for Joel to check where the infected had gotten to while she rubbed carefully at her nose with her wrist.

After a few moments, Joel spoke up. “We’re clear.”

And without hesitation, Tess let go. “Hiit’shhiew! Isshiew! Ikshiew! Oh my god…” She breathed out and sniffed, leaning against the wall like the sneezes had taken the last of her energy.

“Jesus Christ, were you holding those in the whole time?” Ellie exclaimed in shock to which Tess still had just enough in her to look over at her in annoyance. “Jeez, alright, I’ll just go… sleep over here then.” And without another word, Ellie went to go curl up on a patch of grass.

As Tess recovered for a few moments, putting away her gun and checking her bag, Joel was busy getting them a dry spot to sleep as well as setting up a chair for someone to keep watch. “Figure we’ll take shifts. Unless you’re not feelin’ well. Then you sleep, and I’ll keep watch.” He said, tone not leaving much room for argument.

Not that Tess was going to let him go unchallenged regardless of whatever tone he took with her. “I’m fine. Just the- hii’tshhiew! Ugh, rain.” She insisted, sniffling again as she went to set her bag down. “I’ll take first watch if you-”

A warm, calloused hand brushed over her forehead and Tess slapped it away without even thinking about it. The look in her eyes wild for a few seconds as she stared at Joel before she softened. “Sorry…”

The look he gave her spelled out that there was no need for apologies. Unspoken traumas plagued them both. There was no surviving this long without it. “S’alright… Just checking for a fever.” And his hand reached back out again. Rough. Warm. Tess let herself lean into it.

Those feelings they’d never quite addressed came crashing to the forefront and suddenly she wanted nothing more than to lay down. “I know…” She started quietly. “I’m usually the big spoon, but- just this once…?”

“You even have to ask?” There was a softness to his voice that Tess had never heard before. Something she wondered if it had always been there before the Outbreak. It made her yearn to have known him before. “Lay down before you fall down, princess.”

Tess scoffed at the nickname. “I’m anything but and you know it, smartass.” She eased down onto the makeshift bed and curled herself up under her jacket. Within moments, Joel was curling up behind her. His jacket was being laid half over her and half over himself as his arm snaked around her. The additional warmth had her snuggling back into him against her better judgement, but god she was freezing and exhausted and he just felt so good…

There was a quiet sigh from behind her, his breath tickling the back of her neck. “Known you for how many damn years and, of course, now is when you decide to get the sniffles…” He teased her quietly. “Not back in the QZ where I can actually take care of you.”

“Shut the fuck up…” She replied quietly, somewhere between amused and annoyed but there was still a slight curve to her lips. The tickle was starting to return with a vengeance, making Tess scrunch her nose and rub at it with her fingers. “You’d take ca-hhih! care of me?” There was genuine surprise in her tone, not having expected him to be so… soft about this. Reprimand her maybe, but not this.

There was a half beat of silence, almost like Joel was offended for a split second before he replied. “ ‘course I would.” He mumbled quietly, shifting a little so he could lay in a position to keep one eye on the kid at all times. Fair enough, she thought as the tickle grew worse making her eyes start to water again as it builds for another fit.

“Tuck you into my bed, see if I couldn’t scrounge up some soup from the ration line, make you comfortable under a blanket…” Joel rattles off and Tess aches for that. For even a sliver of it. She never let’s herself be cared for by anyone but Joel because Joel gets it.

Joel knows what she’s lost.

“Well, aren’t you just the sweeeht’sheiew! Eisheiew! Ih…ishhKIEW! Fuck, sorry.” Tess had scrambled to pull her coat over her face as she sneezed, trying to both muffle the sound and cover.

Slowly, Joel’s hand pulls back and Tess feels her heart ache spreading like poison through her veins down her arms because of course she’s disgusted him, chased him off, made him not want her anymore…

“Get some rest, darlin’.” Joel murmurs quietly, some of that southern drawl slipping out more as he lets himself relax just a little. Instead of pulling away his hand slides up underneath the back of her shirt to rub slow and gentle circles against the skin of her back. “I’ll keep watch tonight.”

Tess can only tiredly nod, giving a soft cough as the exhaustion pulls at her. “Thank you…” She whispers and lets her eyes close as she drifts off to sleep with the help of his comforts in the unforgiving world.

#snz #snzfic #snz kink #snzblr #snz writing #bex answers stuff #anon snz prompt #bex's snz writing #la/st of us #jo/el miller #el/lie williams #te/ss servopoulos

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I'm doin a little writing for Golden Blessing today and I feel like I don't talk about it enough so like... let's talk about it??? Idk if y'all wanna talk Witcher snz stuff or specifically Golden Blessing snz stuff don't be afraid to send an ask or somethin

#golden blessing #bex's snz writing #bex rambling about wringing again dont worry #just bex talkin

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Lightning Bugs

Fandom: Stranger Things (Eddie Lives AU) Summary: Steve is coming down with something and Eddie realizes it and decides to do something about it. CW: Mess, mentions of Weed, Eddie has the kink and also mildly disabled from the demobats, & poor Stevie is photic Word Count: 4,915 MINORS DNI Author Note: This is a totally plotless drabble I've just been like picking at trying to fight writer's block and I finally finished it so figured I'd do a quickie edit and post. Enjoy!

“Hah…”

It’s so quiet and soft that Eddie almost misses it. He’s half asleep in the passenger seat of Steve’s BMW. They had just finished taking the kids home from a D&D session that went a bit longer than anticipated.

There was the flash of oncoming headlights from behind Eddie’s closed lids and then he heard it.

“Heh’DIShhuh!”

Eddie jumped from the sudden sound disturbing the quiet rumble of the engine and soft music playing, eyes snapping open to look at Steve. The lighter brunette had a hand shoved up under his nose and one still on the wheel. “Sorry-” he says with a sniffle and rubs his slightly pink nose with his knuckles. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

With a wave of his hand, Eddie brushes Steve off while trying to ignore the swooping sensation in his belly as the sound of Steve’s sneeze replays in his brain. “Don’t worry about it. Wasn’t even asleep, just resting my eyes.” He assures Steve then pauses for a beat before asking, “You alright?”

Steve was still rubbing his nose, just the two of them in the car or else Eddie suspected Steve wouldn’t let himself be quite so vulnerable. “Think so- just tired and my nose has been kinda bothering me all night.”

The admission makes Eddie’s stomach do the swooping sensation again. Like he’s on some amusement ride that twirls and spins unexpectedly. “Yeah?” He manages to choke out and sits up a little. “Think you’re catching the sniffles, Harrington?” It was a valiant attempt to keep up appearances, not wanting Steve to know just how much the one sneeze had affected him.

“Thhhh… Thought we were past the l-last names, Munson?” Steve retaliates, clearly fighting through another tickle that was building up in his sinuses. “Huhuh… God- urgh it’s gonna be stuck again.” He complains with what Eddie can only describe as a very adorable pout.

Soft pursed lips, slightly messy hair, and pinkish and irritated nostrils that stood out against his pale skin even in the dark of the car at night on the back roads. Jesus, Steve really was looking in need of some TLC… When was the last time Harrington had let someone take care of him instead of mother-henning everyone else? Or even slept?

Eddie leaned forward to pull his bandana out of his back pocket and reached over to press it into Steve’s hand. “Sorry, habit, Stevie.” He said it as a way of apologizing and smiled at the other. “You’re not looking so good. Think I got some cold meds at my place, or we can stop at the pharmacy on the way. Either way, I’m taking you hostage.”

The way he says it is matter-of-fact. Leaving Steve little room for argument, but Steve still tries to protest. “Eddie, no, c’mon, man. I can’t i-ihh.. impose like th-thaah…hah-! that.” Now Steve has his black bandana pressed to his nose.

“Not imposing, I’m inviting,” Eddie replies as another car rounds the bend and their headlights flash into Steve’s eyes.

The reaction was almost instant, and Steve kept his hand on the wheel expertly still, foot pressing on the brake to slow down the car. “Hud’TShhuh! Hept’SHhue! Hehhh’TSHHnxt!” The last one sounds pinched off and painful from behind the bandana but if it hurt Steve makes no comment, just sniffles, and speeds the car back up again. “Sorry.”

Eddie blinks a few times, trusting the dark and his black jeans to hide the fact that he’s having his own uncontrollable reaction now. “Jesus H Christ, bless you. You’re photic,” he says like it’s something completely common knowledge and not something he knows because of his stupid kink.

“What?” Steve asks blearily, setting the bandana in his lap to make the turn into the trailer park where Eddie lives.

Eddie can feel a blush creeping up his cheeks and he tries to ignore the way his heart thunders in his chest. “Uh- bright lights make you sneeze. Called photic sneezing or something like that. I dunno I think I heard one of the nerds talk about it after a D&D session.” He covers quickly.

Steve gives a thoughtful little hum, “Really? That’s not a thing for everybody?” he asked, sounding curious as he sniffled, sounding more congested by the minute after the sneezes had finally been let loose.

“Nah. I’ve looked at plenty of bright lights. No sneezing here.” Eddie tells Steve, his mouth feeling dry. The last thing he expected to be talking about to the guy he’d been secretly crushing on for years was his most secret kink. “Just shitty allergies, but don’t worry my immune system is tough as nails.” Just to hammer in the joke, Eddie pretends to flex his arms.

A rough-sounding chuckle comes out of Steve, the lighter brunette turning a moment to cough into his shoulder and lapel of his jacket. Some of his bangs fell into his face and so Steve swiped them back up again with a casual brush of his hand, a nervous tick Eddie had come to adore watching.

Christ, he couldn’t be thinking these kinds of things when Steve was right fucking there.

“Then I’ll be real proud of whatever bug my body cooked up when you catch it.” Steve taunts and parks in front of the Munson trailer, one hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Alright, Eddie, I’ll see you later…” He tries to dismiss him and Eddie’s rebellious streak flares.

Without even thinking, Eddie turns and pulls the key from the ignition with a wink aimed at Steve. “Can’t leave if you can’t find your keys, Harrington.” He taunts back and bolts out of the car.

“Eddie!” Steve shouts, his voice cracking under the strain of what was apparently a sore throat. He fumbles to get out of the car after Eddie and follows him into the trailer but by the time he gets in there Eddie is already standing there waiting patiently. Keys safely hidden somewhere in the trailer Steve would never find them until Eddie deemed him well enough to go back out on his own.

Eddie slung an arm around Steve’s shoulders playfully and kicked the trailer door closed, but nearly buckled standing on his bad leg. The one the demo-bats tried to damn near chew off. He winced and Steve was immediately there holding him up in return. The moment Eddie felt Stable he waved Steve off, “Buzz off, it’s me taking care of you not you taking care of me, remember?”

“Think I can’t multitask?” Steve jokes and lowers his hands slowly but still wraps an arm around Eddie, following his lead. Which happens to be down the hall to Eddie’s bedroom.

This time, Eddie made the smarter decision to use his hand to push open the door instead of his foot. He led Steve inside his bedroom, the whole thing a bit of a mess with some clothes strewn about in places, posters littering the walls in mismatched mayhem, more than a few guitars, amps, and cords around…

After the buckle from his ankle, Eddie limped a little. His pain tended to get worse at night. There had been significant damage done to more than a few parts of him and Eddie tried not to think about it all too much. He was still marveling at his lost nipple every time he looked in the mirror before showering…

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Eddie motions for Steve to come sit with him while he starts taking his boots off. “C’mon. Shoes off. You’re not getting in my bed with your grimy shoes on. You could’ve worn those to the Upside Down and that shit is not coming in my bed.” He rambles to fill the quiet that’s developed since Steve entered his room.

“You want me… in your bed?” Steve croaked out, sounding tired and confused. Like someone had just asked him to do a backflip on a tightrope not sit down on Eddie’s bed.

Eddie turned to look at Steve with a rather unimpressed expression. “That is what I just said, Harrington. Come on. Or I’m gonna beat you to the good spot at this rate.” The metalhead was pulling off his rings one by one to set them down on his bedside table. Next came the chain on his pants and wrist then his watch too.

It felt a little strange to be stripped so bare in front of Steve, but he found he didn’t mind it. He trusted Steve. Enough to take off his armor so to speak.

“Heh’DETShhuh! Uh’TSHHuuh! Ehh’hTSHUh! Ohhh my god…” Steve still had Eddie’s black bandana in his hand, which he pressed to his face in a valiant attempt to contain the sneezes.

Eddie’s heart was thundering in his chest, and it takes his brain a moment to register he needs to speak, “Bless- Jesus. Did you get any air during that fit?” he asked incredulously.

Steve brushed his hair up and back with a particularly thick sniffle. “D’not really…” Another groan came from Steve whose face fell into his hands as the congestion really started to make an appearance.

A soft chuckle came from Eddie who grabbed Steve’s free wrist to yank him down onto the bed with him. “If you wanna get more comfortable, you can get outta those jeans? Borrow some sweatpants if you want?” He offered, noticing Steve was in some rather tight-looking acid wash jeans and swallowing. Definitely not staring. Definitely not.

“Like I s-said Eddie I dod’t wadda i-ihhh ibpose.” Steve struggled to say as his breath began to hitch again, more of his bangs falling into his face as his expression crumpled helplessly for a moment to the itch.

Already Eddie was getting up to get Steve some clothes. He came back with some plain black sweatpants, a surprisingly soft ACDC shirt, and his cozy Zeppelin hoodie all of which he handed to Steve. “Here. Royal treatment for poor sick, Stevie.”

A pitiful sniffle came from Steve as he looked at the clothes in shock that Eddie would so willingly offer them up. “Why are you d-diih… doi’g this, Eddie?” He asked softly and took the clothes as he stood to start getting changed.

“Why wouldn’t I do this?” Eddie challenged in return while crossing his arms and sitting on the edge of the bed, looking away so Steve can change. “You take care of everybody, Steve. You try so damn hard to make sure you’re there for everyone. You never take time for yourself. You never let anyone take care of you. So let me take care of you.”

The shuffling around of Steve getting dressed suddenly stops all at once. Eddie was about to ask if Steve was okay when he finally spoke. “You wadt to take care of m’be?”

That confused Eddie because of course he did. “Yes! Jesus H. Christ, Steve! You think I stole your keys for shits and giggles?”

A soft, pitiful-sounding sniffle came from Steve who was frowning with the shirt only pulled over his arms but not his head yet. His entire torso is on display for Eddie. The scars from the demobats were healed over now. Gnarled, pink, and raised but healed. “D’no ode’s ever… wanted to actually take care of b’me before.” He admitted quietly. Eddie watched his soft belly starting to move in slightly choppier motions while his chest expanded as his breathing hitched.

“Hiih uh… IhhDSHHUH! HupTSHHUh! Snff ugh…” Steve had cupped his hands over his face in a rush to sneeze and tried to snuffle back the mess now trapped behind them. “Uh- fuck- umb… Eddie-? Cad you-?”

The darker haired man raised his brows and then scrambled for the dropped bandana turned hanky on the floor. “Yeah yeah, here, Stevie-” and he carefully pressed the black and white fabric into Steve’s hands. “There you go.”

“Thagks-” Steve said as he cleaned up his hands and face before sheepishly glancing at Eddie. “I’ll wash this for you I probise.” He said seriously to which Eddie rolled his eyes.

Eddie reached forward to gently brush Steve’s bangs back and feel his forehead. “Blow your nose, Steve. I can barely understand you.” He admonished, smiling a little as he got to watch a blush spread over Steve Harrington’s features. Christ, this was like one of Eddie’s wet dreams come true.

Focus, Eddie, focus. Steve first, be horny about it later. He reminded himself and then Steve blew his nose while Eddie’s hand was still resting on his forehead. It took all of Eddie’s willpower not to cream his pants right then and there as Steve gave a wet, gurgling blow.

There must have been some kind of look on his face because Steve spoke up with his nose still buried in the bandana. “Sorry. I kdow this is ki’d of gross. I’ll be totally fide to take care of byself if you let b’me go hobe, Eddie. Seriously.”

“No. Nope. I simply cannot, in good conscience, allow my sick best friend out of my sight.” Eddie said loud and dramatic as he stood slowly with a slightly pained-sounding grunt. He helped get the shirt the rest of the way onto Steve. “There. Bit tight on your shoulders but well… you’re all… jocky and shit.” He waves a hand at Steve and drops back down onto the bed.

Steve gave a quiet, slightly congested chuckle and swiped at his nose with the bandana a few more times. “Yeah, basketball and swimming ki’da does that…” He sniffled a little and sat down near Eddie.

Something else nagged at Eddie and he soon spoke up. “You’re not gross, Steve.” he said softly. “Far from it.” He added quietly and smiled a little as he admired Steve in his clothes for a few moments. So, fucking cute, he thought to himself.

“I ab. I’b all sdotty add gerby add I sou’d like I gargled glass.” Steve mumbled and lifted an arm to cough into it softly as if his body sought to prove his point about his throat being affected.

With a small shake of his head, Eddie guided Steve up to the top of his bed so he could pull the unmade mess of sheets and blankets over him. “You’re sick, comes with the territory, and anyone who isn’t willing to be with you when you feel like crap doesn’t deserve you. Got it?” He tells Steve, pointing a finger at the other man to give him a jab to the chest.

For a few seconds, Steve seems almost frozen, smiling softly at him before he snaps out of it and nods. “Yeah… yeah okay, Eddie.” He sniffles ever so slightly and rubs a finger under his nose once again. “Ugh, do you baybe have sobe tissues, Eds? Thiiihh ugh thi’gk I’b godda s-sdeeze agaid…”

It took Eddie’s brain a second to register what Steve was asking him for before Eddie shook himself into action. “Huh? Ohh tissues? That’s what you said. Yeah, I got you, man.” He assured him, grabbing a mostly full box from the bathroom just next door to his room to toss them to Steve. “Take as many as you need. I have more boxes. My allergies get real bad in spring and fall.” He admits, definitely aware it was nearly spring, and he’d soon be as bad, if not worse, than Steve.

“Hii’RSHuuh! Ehh… ehXT’SHuh! Ugh d’no… cobe od that’s dot all of theb…” Steve groaned and rubbed at his nose with the tissues he’d hurriedly snatched from the box, though not quite in time to catch the first sneeze. The second he’d thankfully buried his face into the tissue as mess had burst forth with the force of it. “Fuck, I’b sorry… yesterday by throat tickled a little add I thought it was baybe just, y’kdow, spri’g bei’g od it’s way…” Steve shook his head and grabbed another tissue to make sure his face was clear. “But I’b odly ever a total bess like this whed I’b sick.”

It was like the cogs in his brain had stopped meshing correctly, gotten jammed or something by all of the horrifically hot things Steve was saying, and caught fire. Eddie twirled and pulled on the ends of his hair a little as if he was trying to use it to ground himself. Or just to cover his ears so the imaginary smoke from his brain didn’t escape.

“Steve, it’s… it’s fine, seriously. You’re fine. Well- no, okay, you’re sick. Buuuut… that’s okay! Because I’m gonna take care of you because that’s what good friends do.” He insisted before spinning around to go searching for something in one of his many drawers. Partly to hide his utter embarrassment and likely bright red face and because he had an idea.

After a few moments, he made a triumphant sort of sound as fingertips connected with plastic. “Gotcha-” He pulled out a flashlight, flicked it on, and smacked it against his opposite palm a few times to get it to flicker on. Then switched it on and off a few times to get it working properly.

Steve’s slightly hitchy breaths were still coming from behind Eddie so the curly-haired man spun around he called out, “Hey, Harrington!” And flicked on the flashlight to shine it into Steve’s eyes.

The moment the light hit Steve’s pupils, they contracted, and his breath hitched in earnest while his nostrils flared. He fumbled blindly for a tissue, his chest swelling as he just barely managed to press one to his face before- “Hhh’TSHue! Hiih’DSHuh! Eddie, what the fuck?” He complained voice muffled from behind his tissue as he cleaned up from the aftermath of that.

“Sounded like you were really struggling with those sneezes, is all.” Eddie teased with a small wink at Steve, bringing the flashlight over to set it on the bedside table in case they needed it later. It was thankfully always pretty dim in Eddie’s room, the metalhead never much one to really brighten the place up.

Steve was busy plucking another tissue to blow his nose, the thick and congested sound of it making Eddie tense. “Ugh sorry, but hey at least I cad breathe a little better for dow.” He sniffed as if to try and prove his point, but it just sounded wet and distinctly like Steve was coming down with something.

Trying to prove he could breathe was almost a little too much for Eddie and he bit his own tongue as hard as he dared to. “Uh-huh. Yeah, you totally don’t sound like you’re drowning.” He teased back, briefly limping back to the bathroom to rummage in the medicine cabinet. After pulling out a package of cold medicine, a jar of Vicks, and a glass of water, Eddie settled down on the bed in front of Steve.

“We got cold meds, vapo rub shit, and water. Sound good?” Eddie asked as he held everything up, already getting out the pills for Steve to pass them over with the water.

The lighter-haired brunette knocked back the pills with a few sips of water and eyed the jar a little suspiciously. “That’s godda bake be sdeeze…” He said warily but let out a little sigh through his mouth. “But fuck I really wadda breathe- alright. Yeah. Screw it. Let’s do it.” And without another wasted moment, Steve pulled up the sweatshirt and t-shirt to expose his chest once again.

The split second before Steve’s bare chest was in his face again, Eddie was still deep in his thoughts wondering just how long of a cold shower he’d need to calm down from the other’s sneezing. His heart leapt into his throat as his big, brown eyes were suddenly scanning over every delicious inch of Steve’s torso once more. Every freckle, old and new scar, curve, and rise of his stupidly gorgeous body-

“Uh-” It was like all semblance of coherent thought and words left him at once and he offered up the jar instead. “I- yeah. Jar. Works. Good. For that.” Already he could feel his face heating up and Eddie wanted nothing more than to faceplant into his pillows and never leave them.

There was a look of confusion on Steve’s pale face as he looked up at Eddie. “You okay?” And when Eddie glanced at him, maybe he caught the hint of a smile, so Eddie cleared his throat and nodded.

Eddie decided in a split second that this was an opportunity not to be wasted. “Yep. Good. Fine. Totally. Just uh-” He was unscrewing the top of the jar and shuffling a little closer to Steve, wrinkling his own nose at the smell of the Vicks. “Ugh, jeez. That smell. Anyway, hold your shirts up and I’ll rub it on for you? Deal? I really meant it when I said I wanted to take care of you, Stevie…”

Because he did. Here was this man who would lay down his life for any of the kids in their group, any of their friends, any of the grown adults in their stupid town probably, and never ask for a thing in return. Never ask for a moment to himself. Eddie thought he was an idiot for it and for not taking the time to take care of himself in between. But fuck was he sweet, thoughtful, caring, and drop-dead gorgeous.

Especially now as his eyes were a little glassy with the slightest hint of the start of fever and more red than pink nostrils. “Deal.” He murmured, raising a hand to turn his head and cough into a fist. “Mh. Sorry. Snff! I really uh… appreciate this e-ehh… Eddie EXT’sHHhuh!” The first of many sneezes had Steve’s whole body going tense and jerking to the side as he sneezed, expression pinched and then settling. “Ngh…” He snatched a tissue with a free hand to swipe at his nose.

Swallowing down his nerves, Eddie scooped up some of the Vicks to carefully rub it onto Steve’s chest. His skin was warm to the touch, but not overly so, and of course, the tips of his fingers brushed the patch of chest hair the other man had. It made him smile as he carefully rubbed in the menthol-smelling goo around it until after a few moments Steve’s chest started to rise and fall in choppy motions once more. “Gonna sneeze, big boy?” He asked, voice soft but he couldn’t keep the edge of hopeful playfulness out of it.

“Y-Yeah hhhang… on HhhT’SHhuh! IT’sHHuh! Huh… HUPT’SHHuh! Oh by god…” Steve shuffled a little to grab a fresh tissue and pinch it over his nose with one hand as he blew. It was productive and Steve grimaced while Eddie felt a pulse of arousal shoot through him. “Ugh, sorry… your hand felt really nice though.”

It looked as if Steve’s eyelids were drooping slightly and Eddie smiled a little again, resuming the small, gentle circles he’d been using to rub in the Vicks. “Yeah? I can keep doing this?” There was the smallest of prickles in the back of his own sinuses from the strong, lingering scent of the menthol so Eddie tried to one-handedly put the lid back on the jar.

Steve spotted him struggling and reached out to hold the jar still for him. “Got it? Snff! Snf! Ugh, shit my nose is running.” He mumbled, still sniffling wetly despite his previous nose blow. Though he did sound a lot less congested already.

Eddie was about to respond when the tickle in his nose suddenly flared to a desperate itch, making his own breath hitch. Fuck, not now. “Ihhh…” His eyes fluttered shut and his hands froze, nostrils twitching as he could do nothing but wait for the sensation to either go away or come forth with a vengeance.

“Eddie?” Steve sounded worried and Christ that was the last thing Eddie wanted to do, worry Steve. Especially when he was already sick. With his eyes shut, Eddie couldn’t see him, so he just vaguely flapped a hand at him as his breath hitched again.

“Ihihh-! IxxT’SHHiew! IehhTshhoo! Heh… Hen’xt’SHHiew! Ugh… heh? Oh fuck more? HeT’SHiew!” Eddie gave a little shake of his head and finished screwing on the lid to the Vicks. “Whew. Fuck, that’s strong stuff. That always happens, don’t worry.” He assures Steve with a grin and a small sniff of his own. Which was true. Eddie and strong scents didn’t really mix.

Once he’d tried to use an incense to cover up the smell of weed and it had made him sneeze so much that by the time Wayne got home, he was still sneezing. And it hadn’t even worked. Not that Wayne had much cared anyway. Just told him to crack a window instead next time.

There was a small smile on Steve’s face when Eddie finally found the courage to look up at him. “Bless you, Eds. That’s pretty cute. That the Vicks makes you sneeze even when you’re not sick.” It was so soft. So genuine. Eddie almost couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but Steve was looking almost ready to drop off to sleep. How could Eddie argue with him when he was looking so adorably sleepy and cozy?

Instead, Eddie melted and gently tugged his shirt back down before tucking him in. “Thanks, Stevie. Now get some rest. You need it. I’ll be right here if you need me.” He set the jar aside, undid his belt, and kicked off his jeans before curling up under the blankets beside Steve in just his boxers and t-shirt.

“Thanks, Eds…” Steve mumbles, rolling onto his side to face Eddie. The curly-haired man stared in the dimly lit room at the lighter brunette, drinking in his features with unabashed leisure for once. Those twin moles that could have mimicked a vampire bite on his neck made him smile and he felt the urge to lean forward and kiss them rise up within himself. Yet he held back.

Then Steve’s face scrunched. Particularly around his nose and those red, slightly damp, and shiny nostrils that flared. “Heh…” He sleepily lifted a hand to paw at his nose a little. “Eddie?” He croaked out softly, clearly not yet asleep if he was struggling with a sneeze.

The way his heart skipped excitedly at Steve saying his name somewhat breathless and croaky like that shouldn’t be so exciting, but Eddie licked his lips and hummed softly. “Yeah, Stevie? Need somethin’?” His own voice came out a little breathless at first and he quickly remedied it as he continued to sound more concerned.

“Need… ehh-! Heh-eh… need to s-sneeze… can’t…” Steve admits as his breath continues to hitch ever so slightly, one hand still rubbing a little at his nose. “Just waah… eh-! want to sleep.”

Of course, Eddie didn’t need to be asked twice and knew exactly what to do. He rolled right over to grab the flashlight off the nightstand and aimed it at Steve’s face. “Open your eyes for me so we can make sure this works. It’ll just take a second. Promise.” One of Eddie’s hands came up to move the box of tissues closer, pressing one pre-emptively into Steve’s hand that was still hovering near his nose.

Opening his eyes a little, though they were watering with that incessant urge to sneeze, Steve looked at Eddie and seemed to spot the flashlight because his eyes widened in surprise. Exactly at that same time, Eddie switched on the flashlight and got to watch Steve’s sneezy expression crumple lit up in all his glory.

Steve’s eyes fluttered back shut, brows pinching downward, nose scrunching, and nostrils flaring as he sucked in a breath before jerking forward into the tissue. “HahDT’SHH! HenT’SHH! Heh… EHT’SHHuhh! Oh…” Blinking a few times, Steve groaned and snatched some more tissues to give some wet blows.

As Steve blew and wiped his nose, Eddie realized he needed to turn off the flashlight, so he did and set it aside again. He’d been so utterly transfixed on Steve’s sneezing fit that he’d just laid there practically slack-jawed watching the other. “Bless you, feeling better after that?” It took everything in Eddie to try and keep his voice level. Normal.

A few wet sniffles came from Steve as he nodded, “Yeah, yeah I’m good. Snff! Ugh, all thanks to my own personal lightning bug.” He murmurs with a happy little hum and Eddie let out a soft gasp as he felt a warm arm slide around him. “This okay?” Steve mumbled, suddenly pressing closer than he ever had before. Practically up against his chest now.

Where was this cuddly side of Steve Harrington coming from? he wondered to himself. If it had anything to do with Steve being sick, Eddie wasn’t going to go looking gift horses in the mouth. “Yeah, Stevie.” He murmured, feeling like a weight was lifting from his shoulders as Steve’s warmth settled into his own bones. “This is great. You rest. I’ll keep you warm.” His own arm snaked around Steve’s waist while his leg hooked around the other man’s as well.

Eddie trailed his fingertips lazily along Steve’s back, following the beautiful hills and valleys he could only feel through the shirts. Given how Steve seemed to melt under the gentle affections, they were incredibly welcomed and soon Steve was fast asleep snoring congestedly against Eddie’s chest. “Happy to be your lightning bug anytime, big boy.”

#cw: mess #cw: weed #snz #snz kink #snzblr #snzfic #st/eddie #st/ranger th/ings #st/eve ha/rrington #ed/die mu/nson #bex's writing

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so i'm busy writing a cowboy thing but listen... rich boy steve harrington who rode horses and eddie munson who is very allergic to horses. don't let me write that AU or you'll never get me back, i think i might be snzblr's resident "horsegirl"

#just bex talkin #snz #snz kink #ed/die mu/nson #st/eve ha/rrington #st/ranger th/ings #st/eddie #fic ideas #i'm just yelling dumb ideas my brain comes up with while writing other things bc my hyperfixations want to MESH all the time

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sometimes i remember how my favorite book series has so much of of my favorite shit in it then i wonder how i've never written fanfiction for it... very sentient dragons? check. early 1800's time period europe? check! strong female characters? check!! deep bond between dragon and rider? check!!! dragons can canonically get colds/get sick and main character dragon sneezes? CHECK and human main character cares so so much god i'm gonna cry thinking about it

#just bex talkin #it's Temeraire if you're wondering #seriously i... i love them books #sorta snz #90% of the reason i started posting my writing too was those books #heyyy also our favorite side character is gay and disabled! and i love him #me: *quiet yearning to write Ghost and Temeraire fanfics but 0 energy or ideas rn*

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Scent Sensitive

Fandom: Original Fiction (Hale & Jessie) Summary: Hale had always had a great nose, able to follow scent trails for miles. It was one of the things he'd excelled at during training to lead his home pack one day, but that sensitivity comes at a price they find one Saturday while candle shopping. (Jessie has the kink!) CW: spray mess, sneezing on partner/self, pet names such as "puppy" and "brat" as terms of endearment, blunt terminology for body parts below (oral & p in v), maybe hints of BDSM dynamics but they're pretty light?, and running theme of werewolf-esque dynamics as both Jessie and Hale are wolf shifters. Word Count: 4,476 MINORS DNI Author Note: Well, here it is! My OCs in their own universe just... honestly just being in love? Idk I love my boys and I'm enjoying getting to see Jessie grow as a character after all the years of work I've put into Hale. Someday I'll get that book written...

“I’m just saying the cabin smells musty is all!” Jessie complained one Saturday morning while elbow-deep in dishes after breakfast. Pancakes always got a bit messy with the two. They tended to end up slinging the batter at one another halfway through cooking and got a little bit of it everywhere.

There was a roll of eyes from the blonde who glanced over at his mate while drying and putting away their cookware. “I like the musty smell.”

A scoff came from Jessie who promptly flicked water at Hale who flinched and chuckled when he got wet from the flying droplets of warm, soapy water. “Bullshit! I know you’re a nature boy but come on!”

Hale wrapped an arm around Jessie’s waist and pulled him in close to kiss his forehead. “I do! It reminds me of the apartment I had back home in Alaska.” He admitted to his mate, kissing softly over his neck, and breathing in his scent. Vintage leather from the truck Hale had helped him fix and the black cherry shampoo he used to try and cover his natural scent of Texas cactus blossom.

Some people had reasons for trying to hide their natural scents… their pasts…

“Such bullshit… we’re going to the candle store in town. No but’s.” The brunette insisted and bumped his hip against Hale, but it wasn’t the bump that made him groan.

. . .

A soft, digital bell tune played as they entered the shop with their hands clasped together and fingers gently intertwined. Hale ran the calloused tips of his fingers over Jessie’s palm as the brunette slipped quickly away from him to begin going off to find some candles he might like.

The scent of the shop itself was utterly overwhelming to Hale’s well-trained nose. Already he could feel it burning in his sinuses and he scrunched his nose in response to the stimulus. Candles or overpowering scents weren’t really his thing, and this was a shop entirely devoted to it. Every wall was lined with candles, incense, and wax melts upon each shelf.

No space was left unused without some sort of scented item or small cups of coffee beans dispersed around the shop. Jessie would call it tasteful maximalism, but Hale just called it excessive. Soon enough, Hale was rubbing at his nose a little as he felt a tingle already starting.

“Jes?” Hale muttered, moving over towards his mate while still rubbing his knuckle against the left side of his nose. Though when he reached his mate, Jessie immediately pressed a candle into his hands for him to hold. “Uh- sweethhheart…” His breath caught softly as he tried to get Jessie’s attention and for once the other didn’t seem to notice immediately.

Jessie, gods above he really did love that man, was rocking ever so slightly back and forth on the balls of his feet while he inhaled deeply from the candle. “Babe, this one almost smells just like y- what’s wrong?” As Jessie finally seemed to notice the way Hale’s nostrils were twitching and his eyes ever so slightly watering.

With a slight shake of his head, Hale held up a finger and turned while his breath hitched dangerously sharp before crushing his nose against his own shoulder. “Hiiih’GHt! Ugh, s’cuse sorry.” Of course, by now in their relationship Hale knew about Jessie’s little kink and when he looked up he swore he could see Jessie’s pupils dilate. He sniffled and smirked ever so slightly, suddenly ready to stay in this candle shop as long as he could stand it. “Must be the scents. You know how I am. What were you saying? That a good one? Let me smell.”

Before Jessie could even try to move the candle, Hale leaned right in to catch a whiff of the candle that smelled strongly reminiscent of his shampoo except much more potent. His nose itched and burned, making Hale jerk his head back in surprise as his nose scrunched. “Oh fuhhh hG’TSH! Ngx’t! Heh… fuck snf! lost the last one.” He grumbled and scrubbed at his nose.

Meanwhile, Jessie was staring at him in utter shock, and he realized it only a few moments later when his mate nearly dropped the candle he’d been holding. “Oh my god, you brat.” Jessie hissed under his breath at the slightly larger wolf and tucked the candle close to his own chest so he could go swatting at Hale’s. “You did that on purpose.”

“Sure did,” Hale replied cheekily with a smirk. “What’re you gonna d-ddiih­ do about it, puppy?”

As Hale’s hazel eyes raked over Jessie’s form, he watched the other shift his weight and how his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed. There was the slightest hint of his mate’s arousal tinting the air now, but Hale could only pick it out of the onslaught of candle scents because he knew it like the back of his hand. Trying to even pick up that scent only brought in more of the irritating candles and Hale’s nose prickled with more of that itch. “Hehh-! Ugh c’mon…”

While one of his hands came up to rub roughly at his nose, Hale spotted Jessie finally unfreezing himself to start browsing the candles again. That bastard… he thought to himself with a grin. Suddenly, Jessie was turning to offer him a candle to smell. “Here. I tried this one earlier, but I didn’t think it smelled like anything. It’s called Summer Nights or something?” Ever so slightly, Jessie twisted the candle to check the label and nodded in confirmation. “Yep. So, what does a Summer Night smell like, babe?” He jokes with a grin, holding the candle out to Hale.

Obligingly, Hale leaned forward to give the candle a cautious sniff. To his surprise, he found he rather liked it. “Huh… actually, can we get this one? It’s subtle. There’s an almost mossy smell to it too.” He hums and offers it back to Jessie who does sniff it once more before shrugging.

“Sure, let’s get it.” Jessie agreed with a soft smile. “Especially if it’s one we can actually use for its intended purpose.” He teased, already going back to looking for more candles. Meanwhile, Hale was busy rubbing at his quickly reddening nostrils as his nose itched worse. It felt like every breath was torture, making his nose scrunch and his breath waver.

Finally, the blonde bent at the waist as he pitched forward with sneezes he tried to stifle as he pinched his nose hastily with his fingers. “HeIXT’sh! Hhih… Jessiih- IX’t! Hext’shh! Ugh, my bad.” He mumbled, realizing there were a few pairs of eyes on them now with his sneezing. “Jes, I think we have e-enough candles. Can we pay and go?” he asked hopefully, eyeing the bundle of candles in his mate’s arms.

Jessie, at least, had the sense to look playfully guilty as he replied, “Can’t we stay a liiittle longer, please?” But even as he said it, Jessie was leading them toward the registers to pay.

. . .

Soon they were stepping back into their “musty” cabin and Jessie was clinging tight to his bag of candles with a bright smile. Hale pawed at his still itchy and red nose, “Happy, puppy?” he asked in amusement.

“Thrilled,” Jessie replied and leaned over to kiss Hale’s lips while they were busy getting their shoes off at the door.

Hale took significantly longer due to unlacing his boots and by the time he met Jessie in the kitchen, there was already a candle lit and waiting. Just one lit candle wasn’t going to hit him fast, so Hale leaned in to carefully give it a sniff. The buzzing sprung up quickly after that and made his sinuses feel like there were tiny feathers crawling through his nose. He straightened up while gasping, “Ihh… Jes, gonna- gonna s-snehhXt’Shhuh!”

His warning almost hadn’t given Jessie enough time to come press in close, holding both of Hale’s hands in his own as his mate’s head jerked forwards with a sneeze. Jessie intertwined their fingers and pressed a soft kiss to Hale’s lips. “Bless you, fuck… tell me why we never thought to do this before?”

“Because… ihhxT’Shiew! Huh, because someone never told me about h-hihh…” Hale hitched and paused mid-sentence to rub at his nose with his wrist, grimacing a little when he realized it was running slightly. “About his kink until we’d been together a while.” A wet little sniffle escaped him before the tickle flared, making his eyes flutter before he pitched forward toward Jessie’s chest. “HiiXT’SHH! Ext’SHiew! Ugh, fucking hell…”

When Hale’s eyes opened, he found Jessie staring at him like he’d somehow hung the moon and painted the stars. “What?” He asked, sounding amused and just a little stuffy as he gave another small sniff.

It seemed to take Jessie a moment to shake himself from his revelry, closing his mouth that hung ever so slightly open. “Sorry, just- you don’t even know how damn beautiful you are doin’ that.” He was so lost in his own thought that some of that Texas drawl slipped out like it often did when he wasn’t thinking about it. It always made Hale smile.

Hale leaned in to press their lips together without another moment’s hesitation, feeling the slight dampness of his nose brushing against Jessie’s own as they kissed. The itch from the candle was, in fact, relentless, however, and after just a few moments of kissing Hale had to pull back as his breath hitched. “Jeeeh-! Jes gonna… s-sneeze… where-?”

Every breath felt like it might tip him over the edge and send him into a volatile fit at this point, the itch growing maddening now as the candle burned longer and he steeped in its scent. Luckily all of the years playing nice with the old authoritative bastards in his father’s board rooms back in Alaska had taught him a thing or two about holding back. His tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth to try and suppress the urge. Jessie’s hands moved away from his own to pull him in close, just holding him. The way their bodies pressed together let Jessie feel every shuddering breath he sucked in, and Hale could distinctly feel his mate pressing up against his hip. He knew exactly what that meant.

It made his own body warm with arousal knowing he could do that to Jessie so unintentionally. “Against my neck?” Jessie’s voice came out soft, sounding hesitantly hopeful in a way and Hale’s own stomach flipped.

Hale nodded, nuzzling his face right against the Texan’s neck so his running nose trailed briefly against his jugular before his nostrils flared. “Caaahn’t- hEXt’Shh! Oh shit- Heh’txssHUH! Het’shhIEW! EISHiue! Ihh… Ixxt’shhuh! Fuck b’me…” A hint of congestion made itself known after the fit that shook his large frame against his mate, squeezing him gently with every sneeze.

“Yes, please,” Jessie said with a breathless laugh, trailing his fingers gently through Hale’s long, dirty blonde hair. “You can’t just say shit like that after sneezing on me, asshole. I’m gonna cum in my pants.”

A sniff and then a soft laugh escaped Hale as he was playfully scolded by his mate. “Well, that’d be a waste… I’d rather you cum on my tongue.” He murmured, gently rubbing his nose just behind Jessie’s ear before nipping his lobe softly. “E-especially… ihh fuck- hang on…” The tickle was prickling back to life and Hale scrunched his nose, glancing at the candle. Barely even a dent in the wax. Oh, he really was in for it.

Jessie seemed to almost squirm in the moment of anticipation as Hale’s breath stuttered, caught as he brought a hand up to rub at his nose. “Ugh, nope. Sorry, not yet.” He apologized to the brunette and kissed him softly on the lips while leaning back a little. “Get on the counter.” He ordered, patting the granite behind Jessie.

A surprised laugh came tumbling out of Jessie before he pushed himself to sit on the counter. Hale spread the other’s knees, a hand placed gently on each one, so he could fit his hips between Jessie’s thighs. “See? Much better.” He hummed and leaned in to start kissing over his mate’s jaw which then trailed down his neck that let Hale nuzzle his twitching nose against him. “I think it’s about time we really explore this kink of y-yours… hih-! Oh… Hih’xt’sHH! Ugh.”

The sneeze had his head snapping down to practically bump the tip of his nose right against the hollow between Jessie’s collarbones and his mate moaned softly. “Yes, fuck, please…”

That earned Jessie a chuckle and soft sniffle from Hale who was gently running his hands lovingly over his thighs now. “Well since you said please…” He teased and his fingers moved to work at Jessie’s button and fly while he kissed him again. One hand slid eagerly down into Jessie’s jeans, parting the front opening of his boxers to brush his fingers against the drenched folds. “Fuck, puppy… you’re soaked.” He breathed out, looking up to check Jessie’s expression.

A soft little moan slipped out of Jessie who tried to press against Hale’s exploring fingers only to jump when the blonde suddenly flicked his middle finger upward to lightly brush his obvious clit. “Mh-! Told you I have a… y’know, thing for sneezing.” And it was like Jessie couldn’t sit still after that, especially not when Hale sniffled before speaking next.

“Clearly,” he teased in response, red nostrils flaring a little as the itch prickled its way back in again. “Ngh… hehh…” This time he didn’t hold back the little hitches of breath as his digits circled Jessie’s clit, practically feeling him throb with arousal. “W-Which hih-! Ugh, snff which candle did you l-light?” He asked softly, pushing up Jessie’s shirt a little with his opposite hand.

From what Hale could see through squinted, watery eyes, Jessie was struggling to focus and answer him while so enraptured by the pleasure. “U-Um… Morning Blossoms, I think. Oh-” A moan slipped from Jessie as Hale suddenly trailed his fingers to stroke over his clit instead now.

“Smells nice. You should burn i-iihh it more.” Hale teased, nostrils suddenly flaring, and eyes fluttering closed as his head snapped forward to mist Jessie’s hips and stomach with a sneeze this time. All the while he dutifully kept stroking his clit in slow, gentle motions which made Jessie buck his hips and moan when the sneezes came tumbling from Hale.

“Heeh’txSHH! Ext’SHHiew! HehXT’shhuh! “ Something like a relieved little groan slipped out of Hale when he finally rid himself of the maddening sensation for a bit. “Jeez…” Then he was smirking as Jessie was still moving his hips against his fingers. “You like that, puppy? You know I meant it when I said I wanted you cumming on my tongue…” His voice was practically a purr now as he spoke to Jessie. “Would you like that?”

Instantly, Jessie was nodding as he looked down at Hale while his hands clenched at his sides. “Yes please, oh my gods… I want that.” He rambled out and Hale smiled softly at him, pulling his hand out of his pants to tug them down instead.

Once Jessie had his jeans and boxers around one ankle, Hale pulled him to the edge of the counter and dropped to his knees. Before he could go much further, his nose had other ideas and his eyes fluttered slightly. “H-haang…. Ixtt’SHH! HeXT’SHH! ET’SHH!” The itchy triple came out so fast that Hale barely had time to decide where he was aiming. The gasping moan that left Jessie told him his indecision had been just fine given he’d ended up jerking to the side to sneeze against the other’s thigh.

“Good boy,” Hale hummed, moving Jessie’s thighs onto his shoulders before he licked from the bottom of his folds all the way to his clit. The familiar taste hit him, and Hale wrapped his arms eagerly around Jessie, holding onto him and squeezing his ass playfully. Quickly, Hale focused his attention on Jessie’s clit, circling and sucking softly at the sensitive nub of nerves.

It lasted maybe a minute tops before he had to switch to trailing his tongue along Jessie’s folds because his nose was buzzing again. “Hihh… Fuck-” Soft, hitchy breaths puffed out against warm, wet folds and Jessie moaned and whimpered. A hand found its way into Hale’s hair again, fingers curling to grip. “I-Itches sorrehh- exxTSHiew!” The single sneeze had Hale pressing forwards, his nose brushing right up against Jessie’s clit.

“Oh my fuck, don’t you apologize for any of this.” Jessie half whined; half moaned as he twitched his hips up towards Hale’s face. “Please…”

Hale flicked his tongue over Jessie’s clit directly instead, lavishing the sensitive nub in attention now. He was done dancing around, he wanted to taste Jessie. The directness earned him a surprised moan and Hale’s own eyes fluttered closed as he felt his sinuses buzzing. Just as Jessie was starting to squeeze his head with his thighs, Hale’s nostrils flared, and he pulled back ever so slightly to let out a desperate sounding triple. “HehEXT’shh! HIShhiew! N’gHt’shhue! Huh…”

A breathless little pant came out of him as Hale took a second to catch his breath before he dove right back in to resume his affections. Something like a strangled little moan escaped Jessie and his thighs were soon closing in on Hale’s head again. “Hale, gonna-!” And it was barely a few seconds after that when Jessie was twitching his hips up against Hale’s tongue and face. “Fuck!” He could feel the other’s muscles tensing and relaxing as he finally slumped into a post-orgasmic haze.

Slowly, Hale eased off him and placed gentle kisses along Jessie’s lower belly trailing up to his hips. He was still holding Jessie upright, making sure he didn’t fall off the edge of the counter as he got up off the ground. There was a dull ache in his knees, but he’d kneel there longer than a saint in a church if Jessie asked him to. “Feeling good?” He murmured softly, hooking a finger underneath Jessie’s chin to look at him. Checking in on him.

There was a hazy look in Jessie’s eyes, but a smile on his face. “So fucking good.” He practically giggled and nodded, leaning in to kiss Hale. “Was that a warm-up or are you good?” The brunette asked, glancing down towards Hale’s own jeans while scooting back a little on the counter.

Hale glanced down at himself and the slight bulge to the front of his jeans. They were a little tight but given the sneezing and Jessie in front of him, he hadn’t really been paying attention to himself. “I can always h-have a cold shower if you’re done.” He says, bringing a hand up to rub at his nose while his eyes start to water. “Ngh…”

From the corner of his eye, Hale can see Jessie shudder and lean in closer. “I already have trouble keeping my hands off you when you’re not sneezing your head off, Hawthorn.” His mate practically hissed, and Hale laughed before his expression crumpled as he shuddered with a sneeze.

“HihhEXT’shhiew! Oh fuck.” Hale sniffled and his nose continued to buzz, leaving him looking for a moment like he might sneeze again before he just shook his head. “Ugh, nothing. Never mind. Sorry. Just tickly. Snff!” He then leaned forward to scoop Jessie up, picking him up off the counter with ease, to carry him to their large leather couch.

Along the way, Jessie had kicked his jeans and boxers off his leg and was now just in his t-shirt and socks. “I’m feeling very left out being the only one just Winnie the Pooh-ing it right now.” He teased and kissed Hale’s cheek before he was set down on the couch.

“I’m working on it, hang on.” Hale replied with a chuckle, reaching back to pull off his own shirt in one swift movement. In response, Jessie wolf-whistled. As Hale was undoing his belt and shoving off his pants, a soft breath left him when the pressure was finally off his half-formed erection. “C’mere brat,” he teased the other before diving in to attack him with kisses all over his neck, nipping softly.

The scent of the candle was still strong as ever given their cabin wasn’t exactly very large. Hale could feel it still prickling at his sinuses as he pressed up against Jessie. “Tickles…” he warned him softly, scrunching his nose ever so slightly as if that might alleviate the sensation.

A little groan came from Jessie and the brunette reached a hand to trace the straight bridge of Hale’s nose from near the brow bone to the very tip of his nose. As his fingertip reached the tip of his nose, Hale scrunched his nose when it tickled, but it didn’t push him over the edge. “Snff! Good try, puppy. Not that sensitive, but- mehh… hihh… ohh…”

“You sure?” Jessie replied playfully and Hale felt a nudge to his hip. “Swap positions with me? I want to ride you instead while you just focus on that nose of yours.” He said, biting his lip ever so slightly as he apparently waited for Hale’s decision. Only Hale was rather distracted.

The buzzing itch had flared to an absolutely undeniable urge and Hale was left slack-jawed and hitching. “Hihh… Heh-! Ihih?... IHXt’shh! Het’SHHiew! Eishhhue! Huh fuck…” The tickle was still present, but less so right after a sneeze. “Sounds good to me, puppy.” He moved to lay on the couch and let Jessie straddle him instead, feeling his heart skip a beat at the sight.

If anything, Jessie looked even more excited than he felt. His mate’s pupils were wide, and lust blown and the smile on his face was infectious. “I haven’t said bless you nearly enough this whole time…” he breathes out while reaching towards Hale’s cock. “I’ve been in total shock…” Warm fingers wrap around his length and give a slow stroke to start, making Hale give a short gasp as he quickly began to harden the rest of the way.

Soon Jessie was rolling his hips against Hale’s leg while stroking his cock with his hand. “Jes… fuck please…” He lifted his hips this time, feeling that needy ache thrum through him. Above him, he spotted Jessie smiling before moving to get into a better position straddling him, holding his cock before sliding down on it with ease from his earlier orgasm.

The slick, warm heat that enveloped his cock made Hale toss his head back with a groan. “Oh fhuh…” But even Jessie couldn’t distract his nose from the irritant in the air and Hale rested one hand on his mate’s thigh while the other rubbed fruitlessly at his nose. “Ihhih…” For now, Jessie was just adjusting, getting comfortable taking him as he usually did, but Hale also suspected he was enjoying the show. “Hixxt’SHHuh! Ngh- HenxT’Shhiew! Oh, fuck me… I- heit’sHHuh! Ept’sHHue! HuRSHuh! “

For every sneeze, Hale swore he could feel Jessie’s muscles tighten around his cock ever so slightly. “Sir, yes, sir…” He joked in reply to Hale’s statement between sneezes. Jessie slowly began to move his hips, grinding them slowly as he stayed on Hale’s cock for a bit. Then he began to pick up the pace after a little longer, moving faster and with more determination.

More moans slipped from them both as Hale reached for Jessie to pull him in and down, wanting to kiss him. Their mouths met in an eager clash, and it quickly became more heated and excited than Hale was expecting. He rolled his hips up to meet Jessie’s thrusts down and both moaned at varying pitches. It wouldn’t take much at all for him to cum at this rate, not with how Jessie was riding him harder and faster now. As if the other was also growing closer and seeking his own second release.

One of Hale’s hands moved off Jessie’s thighs to instead brush his fingers over his clit, stroking over it gently as his mate rode him. He felt Jessie squeeze him and he moaned softly, continuing to rub his clit as the other bounced. Only when a sneeze snuck up on him out of nowhere did he falter.

“HeN’tshue! Huh-” Hale gasped out after it, spraying down towards his chest and Jessie’s stomach. The brunette moaned softly, rocking on his cock a moment and Hale felt Jessie’s walls fluttering around him suddenly. “Oh fuck, puppy, cumming on my cock aren’t you?” He asked Jessie with a grin, giving a little twitch of his hips as his own pleasure became too overwhelming to ignore.

All at once, Hale clung to Jessie as he spilled inside him with soft little stuffy pants and low moans. “Fuck… oh Jes…” He felt a little playful tug on his hair that had him moaning pleasantly and giving a little twitch of his hips up into his mate. “Mmf- puppy…” The little aftershocks and trickling waves of pleasure were slowly subsiding as he blinked up at his mate who now smiled down at him.

“Bless you,” Jessie said softly, relaxing his grip on his hair as he said it. For the briefest moment, Hale felt confusion trickling in before the itch he hadn’t even been paying attention to by now suddenly flared with a vengeance.

A gut-wrenching sneeze had Hale turning to try to hide against the couch cushions instinctively. “Hiih’DTSHHuh! Ugh fuck, sorry.” Some spray still misted across Jessie’s bare thigh and made the other man shiver delightedly.

Warm hands roamed over his chest and Hale made a happy little humming sound that vibrated pleasantly within him. “I keep tellin’ you that you don’t have to apologize for any of this, y’know?” He murmured and Jessie trails some kisses lovingly up over his chest now, making the blonde relish in the soft and gentle affections.

“How do you even know I’m gonna sneeze before I do sometimes?” Hale asked with a sniffle and a pout just for dramatic effect.

Meanwhile, Jessie was moving off of him to instead get settled laying down on his chest. “Your brows sort of crease at the center. It either means you’re thinkin’ real hard about somethin’ or you’re gonna sneeze.” The happy little laugh that slipped from Jessie was quite possibly one of the most beautiful things Hale had ever heard and if his stupid, frowning pre-sneeze face got that laugh from Jessie he’d take it.

The two settled into a comfortable silence, broken only by Hale’s wet sniffles, occasional sneezes, and Jessie’s little hums in response. In the kitchen, the candle burned unhindered as the two dozed in comfort.

#bex's writing #snzfic #oc snz #oc snz stuff #oc snz fic #snz #snz kink #snzblr #nsft snz #nsft #jessie caddel #hale hawthorn #trans jessie caddel

[fuckin-sick-bih]

happy september i've now come into my full spooky power and it's over for you hoes. i wanna write all the fall fics please oh my fuck gimme fall allergies at a remote cabin, sneezing from fog machines, ragweed fits, those colds you aren't quite sure if they're colds or not until you're huddling near a bonfire with friends feeling just so run down, pumpkin spiced lattes for sore throats so you don't call attention to yourself but still have something to drink, getting out those dusty halloween decorations that make you just SO allergic, halloween parties but the costume keeps tickling your nose via mask or fake nose, makeup etc! FALL, y'all... fall!

#snz #snz kink #snzblr #bex rambling about writing again dont worry #i have a problem and that problem is seasonal obsession

[fuckin-sick-bih]

so I don't have any finished snz writings yet to post for y'all (mostly bc writer's block & only recently realizing I have PDA oops), but I have a whumpy, fevered trans!Eddie snippet with Dad vibes Wayne if y'all wanna read that?

#bex's writing #listen it's from a self indulgent fic that'll never see the light of day even tho there is snz in it #writing is a struggle rn and i wanna make it fun again #ed/die mu/nson #wa/yne munson

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i've got like... chores and stuff to get done today (ew) but afterwards i'm thinking about writing a little blurb of characters at the laundromat and one of them is sensitive to the soap scents

#will it be steddie? perhaps but that's mostly cuz i love them #and i want cozy cute boys in public struggling not to snz while being domestic #i want it so bad #bex writes shit