#st/ranger th/ings

[fuckin-sick-bih]

I'm Your Rock, Baby. I won't back down.

Fandom: Stranger Things (honestly in my head I was thinking of Tattoo and Florist AU but it's kinky Eddie instead of kinky Steve this time? idk food for thought!) Summary: Steve's been sick and Eddie's been enjoying playing Caretaker. When Steve wakes up from a nap, they watch a movie together and cuddle. CW: cold sneezes, sneezing on partner's neck/shoulder, mention of nose blowing/wiping but really low mess fic for me! Word Count: 1,259 MINORS DNI Author Note: little drabble i did just writing in the tumblr text post thing bc for some reason writing in the tumblr text box makes it easier to write rn? idk, man, don't ask me how my brain works i just live with this traitorous electric meatball

Eddie swayed his hips to the beat of the song as he hand-washed the few items they had that weren't dishwasher safe in the sink, rings sitting on the counter beside him. His phone was softly spitting out one of his current favorites and he was mumbling along, trying to keep quiet so Steve could rest.

Poor Steve had been down for the count the last few days with a nasty cold that had left him utterly exhausted. He scrubbed at the pan he'd made breakfast this morning in as he mulled over the last few days of meds, tissues, sleeping, soup, meds, and more sleeping.

Of course, Eddie was over the moon at getting to take care of Steve. Anytime he got to take care of Steve was a win in his book. His boyfriend was like a walking poster child for hyper independence and Eddie secretly blamed the Harrington parents for that.

Pulling the drain and letting the sink water gurgle down into the abyss, Eddie sighed. He paused his music only to hear sniffling from back in the bedroom. Straining his ears, Eddie swore he heard a catch of breath just before-

"HeNX'T!"

"Don't stifle!" Eddie called out instantly, though his tone was fond as he dried his hands.

As he headed back to the bedroom, Eddie spoke again, "You want a sinus infection? That's how you get a sinus infection." He crossed his arms and admired the sight of Steve sitting up in bed with a tissue folded over his nose.

There was a light blush over Steve's face, skin still lightly tanned from summer. "Sorry. Habit. Snf! What were you doing out there? I thought you fell asleep with me?"

The quiet softness as well as how his voice seemed to grate against his throat, making Steve wince a little had Eddie moving over to the bed to sit with him. "Aw, I'm sorry. I woke up and started cleaning up a little is all. Thought I'd let you sleep as long as you could. Seemed like you needed it. How you feeling now, handsome?"

One of Eddie's hands was coming up to brush Steve's bangs back up out of his face, carding lovingly through his hair as well as pressing to his forehead. "Better than I was, honestly, but I th-hih-! ohh no... heh-ih!"

It was like Eddie's whole world was slowing down as he watched and felt Steve's expression crumple into a pre-sneeze show. His brows rose then collapsed into a pleading sort of pinch while his nostrils flared, mouth hovering open.

"E-ehhddieh-! EhX'TSHH! ID'SHuh! Hh...! ugh d'noh..." Steve collapsed forward, head jerking downward to sneeze towards their laps as his face flushed with color. He was scrambling for a tissue, but Eddie was already plucking and handing him several.

"Bless you, sweetheart, jeez." Eddie leaned forward to kiss Steve's forehead and then the top of his head. "You sure you're feeling better?" He teased, trying not to squirm as Steve blew his nose into the wad of tissues.

A little sniffle came from Steve as he finally pulled the tissues away from his face. "Uh-huh. Just think it's moved to my head. I'm all-" He gestured vaguely to his face and head with a pointed finger and sniffled again. "What's that word you use?"

Eddie made a strangled little sound and rested a hand on Steve's knee. "Stuffy?" He suggested helpfully, praying his boyfriend was searching for a more vanilla term.

"Sure. That." Steve replied with an amused little grin and Eddie knew right then and there that Steve was feeling better if he was getting one of those smiles.

Without warning, Eddie leaned in to press a soft kiss to Steve's lips before pulling back. "Brat." He took a moment to pretend to examine him, going so far as to thoughtfully tap his chin for dramatic effect. "You feel up to watching a movie on the couch with me?"

Steve looked amused at first, but he was quickly looking more and more distracted. "Yeah, I... I think I can manage- that..." His eyes went unfocused as he tried to respond to Eddie's question and Eddie knew pretty quickly what was going on as his eyes flicked to Steve's cherry-red, chapped nostrils that twitched and flared.

"Hiih... IXX'TShhuh!" Steve lurched forward towards their laps again with his powerful sneeze that had tears springing to his eyes. "Ugh, sorry. That might end up happening... more- heh...ihh-hh! ISSHHuh! God, sorry." 

. . .

Twenty minutes later found Steve curled up in Eddie's lap on the couch with Princess Bride playing on their television. Eddie was playing with Steve's hair as his head rested on his shoulder, legs sprawled over his lap.

They were both covered in a blanket and Steve had the box of tissues in his lap, one in his hand which he kept dabbing at his nose with. Eddie was doing his best to pay attention to the movie, but if he was being honest with himself he could quote the whole thing from start to finish just by where in the musical score they were.

So instead he doted softly on Steve who was sleepily watching the movie. Not much energy to do anything else as Eddie pressed soft kisses to his forehead, hair, eyebrows, and even the bridge of his nose once.

Though that had made Steve's eyes well with ticklish tears and his nostrils flared as his breath hitched softly, "E-Ehhddie, that's gonna... huh-! m-make me s-sneeze..."

"Oh, is it?" Eddie practically purred as he lifted a hand to gently tap the pad of his pointer finger against the side of Steve's nose. "Hadn't noticed."

"IHIshhiiew! IXt'Hue!" Steve exploded moments after the tap like that was all he needed to be set off. Eyes watering, bright red nose twitching and shining ever so slightly around the chapped rim. "Ugh, snf! you're a menace, Munson. Absolute snff! menace. Those good for you? Or should I nix the tissues and use you instead?"

A shudder ran through Eddie at Steve's words and he groaned, letting his head tip back. "That's playing dirty, Stevie, and you know it. You can't dirty talk me while you're sick and sneezy." Then came the soft feeling of plump lips traveling over his throat and the subtle brush of a damp nose tip against his Adam's apple.

Eddie would deny at all costs the noise that garnered from him.

It did get Steve to chuckle, though. "Like you tapping my nose isn't playing dirty. You made me sneeze. That- hhh... oh h-hang on... gonna- hihh..."

This time Eddie didn't get to watch Steve's build up, but he could feel it. Every stuttering inhale pressed up against him, the way his fingers curled against Eddie's shirt ever so slightly, and how Steve tucked into his shoulder with a final wavering. "Hihh-ih!" Before finally pressing his face into Eddie's neck and shoulder as he sneezed, "IHHxT'Shuh! Ohh- snf! shit, I forget what I was saying." He admitted, chuckling a little again as he pressed a tissue to his running nose.

Meanwhile, Eddie was getting his heart rate under control and running his fingertips lovingly along Steve's back up and down. "Bless you, pumpkin. Okay, I promise-" And Eddie made a little X over his heart with his free hand. "No more teasing my poor boyfriend's nose unless he asks or he's all better, deal?"

And then Steve gave him a wicked smile. One that only meant one thing. "I never said it was a bad thing, Eds."

#st/ranger th/ings #ed/die mu/nson #st/eve ha/rrington #st/eddie #snz #snz kink #snzfic #cold sneezes #cold fic #i just want cozy kinky eddie and confused and sick but supportive steve who is just sniffly and sneezy and wants nothing more than to nap #but also tease his bf some bc who doesn't love that? #the title is a hint to what song eddie is doing the dishes to if you want fun tattoo artist au eddie lore

[butyoumakemesohot]

hmm maybe 💣🌻 for steddie?

thank you for your request! i also included the 🤧 prompt because i had a few requests to write that one as well - i hope that's okay :) also, this was inspired by my own post hehe

As promised, Steve calls as soon as he and Robin arrive in Nashville during the first day of their summer road trip. It’s a yearly tradition, or so they explained a couple months ago - right around the time Eddie and Steve finally crossed the line between friends and something more. Eddie was quick to assure them he wasn’t the jealous type, and Robin was quick to assure him that she was, in fact, 100% gay. 

It was a revelatory week, to say the least.

“Munson residence,” he now quips as he picks up the phone, twisting the cord around his finger. His ears pick up on the muffled sounds of city traffic and what must be the static of the TV in Steve and Robin’s hotel room.

“Eds, hey,” a garbled voice greets, followed by a small string of congested coughs.

Eddie freezes. “... Steve?”

“Yeah?” he asks, confused. A couple more coughs, then the younger man clears his throat, his voice emerging a tiny bit smoother than it was before. He still sounds awfully stuffed up, though. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, sorry, just… didn’t recognize your voice at first,” Eddie admits, listening to Steve breathe through his mouth into the receiver. After a few seconds, he cuts himself off with a sniffle so congested that Eddie’s chest tightens in realization. “Still feeling a bit hayfeverish, are we?”

“It’s dot so bad,” Steve insists. He sniffles again, and Eddie swears he can hear the other man’s sinuses squeaking in protest, as if no matter how hard he tries, no amount of air is able to pass through them. “Just deed to get - hH-! … ohhh… snnff! Sorry, mby dose is… hheh, snrf! really itchy.”

“That’s okay, sweetheart,” Eddie says gently.

“Adyways, I just deed sobe mbedicide, thed I’ll be good. Robid a’d I are about to head to the store, but I just wadted to – hHH’SSCHHHIEW!”

He’s interrupted once more, this time by an abrupt sneeze that rattles loudly in Eddie’s ear. He tries not to wince, not wanting Steve to hear it in his voice. 

“Gesundheit,” he says lightly, keeping the phone a couple inches away from his ear in case Steve surprises him again.

“Thhhhank you,” Steve replies, his breathing soft and shallow. Eddie waits, knowing that his boyfriend is gearing up for another sneeze or two. “Fuck, sorry, h-hang od - ahh-! AAESSCHHOO! ESSCHHHH’uhh… hh’snnnnf! SNF!”

Steve manages to move away from the phone this time, but Eddie can still hear how monstrous the sneezes are despite his boyfriend's best attempts to muffle them into what Eddie assumes is the collar of his shirt.

“Goodness,” he says once it seems like Steve has caught his breath. “Bless you, Stevie.”

“God,” Steve mumbles in complaint, sucking in another hard, squeaking sniffle. “Sorry. Doe mbatter what I do, I cad’t - snrf! - cad’t stop sdeezi’g.”

He pinches and rubs at the ever-present itch that’s buzzing around in his nostrils, emitting a wet, squishing sound into the receiver. Eddie’s chest aches again.

“The medicine will help,” he promises, feeling utterly helpless against Steve’s allergies and the miles of distance between them. “I thought you packed some, though? I could’ve sworn I saw it sitting on the counter this morning...”

“... I forgot,” Steve admits, letting out a sharp, sudden gasp as he moves away from the phone again. “ahH’ASCHHHHhiew! ‘TSSCHHHH! … Guhhh... snnrf, snngk!” He sniffles thickly, rubbing his nose a bit more desperately this time. His voice sounds far away when he speaks again, and Eddie realizes he must’ve set the phone down in his lap. “Robs, could you pass mbe the - snF! - the tissue box?”

Eddie hears a hard click as Steve moves the phone to the table, accompanied by the sound of Robin’s voice. She’s too far for him to make out what she’s saying, but whatever it is must be funny, because Steve’s response is another enormous sneeze immediately followed by a laugh. He blows his nose before picking up the phone, still sounding miserably congested.

“Hey,” he says, panting slightly. “Sorry about that.”

“You know that’s the third time you’ve apologized since we started talking?”

Steve pauses. “I… kind of wadt to say it agaid.”

“Don’t you dare,” Eddie says with a chuckle, shifting the phone to his other ear. “Buckley cracking jokes over there?”

“Huh? snnnfg! … Oh, yeah, she, ub - sNf! - she said mby sdeezi’g is goi’g to rupture both of your eardrumbs by the tibe allergy seasod is over.”

Eddie laughs again. “That is if it doesn’t rupture yours first.”

“Ha,” Steve deadpans. “Shit, h-hhhhang od - AHH’SSCHHIEEW! … hh! hihHH! GGKTSSCHHhh! Oh, mbad… sngk! That ode kinda hurt...”

“Sounded like it,” Eddie says, pouting sympathetically. Steve sighs, sounding so run down that Eddie wishes he could eradicate all the pollen in the universe.

He opens his mouth to say something else, but he’s cut off by a stuttering gasp as Steve succumbs to another dreadful itch in his sinuses. The sneezes are even louder this time, scraping painfully against his throat. Eddie moves the phone even further away from his ear.

“HH’EESSCHHHH! snrrf! ehhhh… EHH'SSCHHHOO! sNNf, snrrk! Jesus…”

“I know,” Eddie murmurs, pressing the phone all the way against his ear so that his soothing voice carries properly through the receiver. “Allergies are a bitch. I’m sorry, honey.”

“The bitchiest,” comes Steve’s gruff response.

The longer haired man scoffs, hearing a faint scraping of cardboard as Steve pulls out a few more tissues. He waits patiently as the younger man blows his nose, seemingly too tired to move the phone to the table this time. Eventually, the drenched, gurgling blows start to taper off, and Steve lifts the phone back up to his ear, sounding absolutely exhausted.

“Better?” Eddie asks softly.

“Mm… kind of. snngk!”

Eddie smiles, shifting the phone to his other ear. “Hey. What did you want to do?”

“Hm?”

“You were saying how you and Robin were about to go to the store, but you wanted to do something first.”

“Oh,” Steve says, clearing some more congestion from his throat. He audibly rubs at his nose again, sniffling. “I, uh… wadted to hear your voice, ‘s all.”

Does he sound… embarrassed? No way. Eddie bites his lip to keep from grinning too hard, making a mental note to check in with Robin later and ask if she saw Steve blushing at any point during their conversation.

“You did?” Eddie finds himself asking.

“Of course,” Steve says genuinely. Like he can’t believe anyone would think otherwise. 

Shit. Now Eddie’s blushing, too.

“I… I missed hearin’ yours, too,” the longer haired man says eventually, nearly cringing over the cheesiness of it all. 

He half expects Steve to tease him over it, which is why he lets out a breath of relief when Steve’s response is accompanied by a wide smile in his voice. “You wod’t mind if I - snrrk! - call you agaid later todight, thed?”

Eddie laughs softly, hoping he doesn’t sound too giddy. “I think I can probably pencil you in, babe. Now, why don’t you go take a shower, see if you can wash some of that crummy Indiana pollen off? I bet Robin won’t mind going to the store by herself. They probably even have some medicine down in the hotel lobby.”

“Yeah, okay… L-Let me just, ohh, snNF! AH-! AAEEESSCHHHOO!”

Eddie does wince this time, the deafening sneeze still ringing in his ear even as he lowers the phone. He shifts the speaker to his other ear again, just in time to hear a rough scratch and a brief, muffled exchange between Steve and Robin.

“Sorry about that,” comes Robin’s voice, a shining display of health in comparison to Steve’s. “Dingus will be right back. I’m afraid he’s currently incapacitated.”

“What, did that last sneeze rupture his spleen or something?” Eddie jokes, although they both know it’s not completely out of the question.

Before Robin can reply, Steve bursts into another fit of sneezes. Although it sounds like he’s now on the other side of the room, they’re loud enough that Eddie can hear every syllable, every frenzied, hitching breath that comes in between them.

“hHH’TSSCHHHHIEW! Oh mby fucki’g Gohhh- AHH’SSCHHHH’uhh! -ESSCHHh!” The sound of another extremely wet nose blow filters through the phone, followed by even more robust sneezing that makes Eddie start to feel bad for the people in the room next door.

Robin’s amusement is evident in her voice. “No, but those surely did.”

#is anyone even online..... probably not slfjslkfj #st/ranger th/ings #st/eddie #sh #snzblr #snz kink #snz fic #sneezefic #snzfucker #sneeze kink

[hockeynoses]

how do I get you alone?

Summary: Ste/ddie snz fic!  Steve and Eddie go to a wedding. Steve is allergic to the flowers. Eddie is...distracted. After the wedding they escape somewhere private and um...yeah.

Rating: 18+, Adult. Not-for-minors. Whatever you wanna call it.

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Notes: I read this lovely fic by @dontfeeltoohot and needed there to be more!  https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/dontfeeltoohot/692243335962869760?source=share

Preview: “Ha-kxxt!” a soft stifle followed by a relieved exhale. Eddie’s fingers tap out a nervous rhythm against the soft fabric of his dress pants, trying to distract himself.  Steve’s just getting started.

~*~

They file into the small church, looking for a seat near the back. They had almost been late. If you asked Steve, it was because Eddie was perpetually disorganized and couldn’t find his tie. In Eddie’s opinion their tardiness was the fault of Steve, the cliché, fussing with his hair to get it just right. Eddie had thrown his own hair up into a bun, just to prove how easy it could be. They both ended up looking very dashing, in his opinion.

Either way, they made it, managing to grab a seat in one of the last few rows. The church is small enough that they still have a good view of the altar, and they waive to some of the Party members who turn in their seats to find them in the crowd. Hopper is up at the front, nervously talking with Murray, who had agreed to officiate the wedding.

Eddie gets settled, glancing over the pamphlet they were handed upon arrival.

“Shit,” Steve says next to him.

“What?” asks Eddie, looking over. “Did you forget something?”

“Daisies,” says Steve, ominously.

“Huh?”

“Daisies, man!” Steve whispers harshly, leaning in. “They’re everywhere!”  At this, Eddie’s eyes dart around the room. They were indeed everywhere. At the end of every pew, in the decorations around the altar, and he was willing to bet, in all the bouquets that were about to come marching down the aisle.

“Well, fuck,” says Eddie. “Did you at least bring your meds?”

“No!” Steve worries at his lower lip, glancing around. “I didn’t even think about it!”

“Great,” Eddie says, resigned. This was going to get interesting. Steve has such a sensitive nose to begin with, and daisies are one of his top allergens. Now they’re essentially trapped, and Steve is going to have to do his best not to cause a scene sneezing his head off. A molten warmth coils inside Eddie at the thought. This is going to be torture for both of them, albeit for very different reasons.

Music cuts through the air, and all the guests rise to their feet. The bridesmaids lead the way, bouquets of daisies clutched in their hands. Steve eyes the offending weeds with unease. Lastly, Joyce makes her way down the aisle, flanked by Will and Jonathan on either side. She looks radiant, tears misting in her eyes already, and Eddie is so happy for her.

If he makes it through this alive, he’s going to ask why daisies are her favorite flower. She makes it to the front, takes Hopper’s hand, and the ceremony begins. All they can do now is sit and hope for the best.

Not three minutes go by, and Steve’s already looking itchy. He keeps twitching his nose, swiping his fingers against the tip to quell the building irritation. His eyes are starting to go a little glassy, and he starts sniffing every so often. Eddie is doing his best to ignore him. He’s going to need iron-clad willpower to get through a half an hour of this.

Steve rubs the back of his hand against his nose roughly. Pinches the bridge and massages his sinuses a bit. His eyes go unfocused, and his breath starts to come faster, hitching. He keeps his hand up, pinching his nostrils and cupping his face.

“Ha-kxxt!” a soft stifle followed by a relieved exhale. Eddie’s fingers tap out a nervous rhythm against the soft fabric of his dress pants, trying to distract himself.  Steve’s just getting started.

He swipes underneath his nose, taking a moment to recover. For a couple minutes, they’re able to hold their attention on the ceremony; Murray was giving a speech about the everlasting power of love, or something. Eddie keeps his eyes forward, the sound of Steve quietly sniffling sporadically beside him. The man of his dreams, a ticking time-bomb.

No sooner does the thought cross his mind, than Steve gives a soft, “uh,” gearing up for another one. Eddie ducks his head a little, looking over with a sidelong glance. Steve’s nostrils flare, a helpless expression on his face as his eyes close. He must know he won’t be able to stifle this one. Bending forward, he tucks his face into his elbow with a muffled, “hehh-RRSSH!” He stills, blinking, dazed in the aftermath. He subtly wipes his nose on his forearm. Eddie can see where his white shirt is slightly wet with spit in the crook of his elbow. He tells himself that’s normal, this is all very normal, that’s not hot at all. He can feel a warm blush creep its way across his cheeks. His neck feels hot, and he reaches up to tug at his collar, feeling like a caricature.

A man behind them leans forward, offering Steve a polite, “Bless you.”  Steve turns and nods at the man in thanks.

Facing the front again, Steve leans into his space and whispers, “Aren’t you going to bless me?” congestion already tinging his syllables.

“Fuck you,” Eddie says sharply, shifting in his seat, pants growing tight. Steve just smirks at him.

“Here you go, dear,” says an older woman on Steve’s other side. She leans over and passes him a packet of tissues from her purse. Eddie gives her a tight smile.

“Thagg you,” Steve accepts gratefully, sniffling up some congestion. He takes a tissue from the small pack and presses it to his nose, massaging his nostrils and giving a couple tiny, quiet blows. There’s no way that’s going to do anything at all, Eddie thinks. His eyes keep flitting towards Steve and then away. He really shouldn’t be looking at the other man at all if he wants to have any chance of surviving this.

Just Eddie’s luck, it appears Steve’s meager attempt at blowing his nose has only served to shift the stuffiness around his sinuses, further irritating them.

“Sh…shit-” Steve whispers, eyes fluttering shut. A sharp inhale, and then- “Huh….ha-RSSSHHuh!” The sneeze rips through Steve, too powerful to stifle, the tissue raised just in time to cover.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Eddie whispers, looking toward the heavens. A pleasant shiver runs up his spine, his fingers digging into his thigh of their own volition. This is the last place he should be swearing, but he doesn’t possess the self-control right now to stop.

Steve sets the used tissue down on the pew between them, not wanting to stuff it in his pocket. He grabs a fresh one from the pack and Eddie wonders how many are in there, if it’ll be enough.  Steve wipes his glistening nostrils with the soft cotton, but doesn’t blow his nose. Eddie knows he gets self-conscious about it sometimes, and he’s tried to break him of that habit, but he does have to agree that in this moment they should aim to be as quiet and inconspicuous as possible. He’s not even sure it would help much, at this point.

With the tissue still pressed to his nose in anticipation, Steve valiantly tries to stave off another round of sneezes.  His eyes flutter closed, and it makes Eddie’s heartbeat pick up.

“Hh-ngxxT! Kkxxt! Eh…heh…Ha-rssht!” He stifles all three, then sits back, breathless. Accepting defeat, he finishes off with a quiet blow into the ruined tissue. Eddie can hear the congestion crackling as it shifts around. It makes his fucking chest feel warm.

A middle-aged woman sitting in front of them turns around to level a questioning glare at Steve. His eyebrows raise in surprise just as Eddie’s furrow down to glare back at her.

“Sorry, idt’s the flowers,” Steve whispers as he grabs a fresh tissue. The woman turns back around, apparently satisfied with this. Eddie wants to say something, but he’s trying to be on his best behavior. For Steve, for Joyce. He settles for grabbing Steve’s free hand and giving it a squeeze.  The vows have started. If they can make it through this bit, they’ll be in the home stretch.

Miraculously, Eddie manages to focus enough to hear a good portion of the short statements that Joyce and Hopper have prepared. At least at this point, Steve wasn’t the only one with tissues out; several people are tearing up at the declarations.

Several minutes later, Steve knuckles at his nose vigorously, saying, “No, no, no…” so quietly only Eddie can hear. Eddie tenses up, mentally preparing for another round.

“Huh…ehh…” He brings the tissue up to his face, steepling both hands around it. “Hah-ESSSHHHoo! G-god- ahh-TTTSSHHH! Heh…ehh…ha-rrSSHHuh!” Steve stills, hands still covering his face, making sure he’s done.  Eddie feels like he’s going to shake apart.

He leans closer to Steve. He should probably keep as much distance as possible between them lest he exacerbate the problem, but he desperately doesn’t want to be overheard.

“Dude, if you keep doing that, I’m gonna cream my pants over here,” he says through gritted teeth, lips brushing Steve’s ear.

“S-sorr- ah – sorr-eee-ETTTSSHuh!” once again into the mangled tissue.

“Fuck.” Eddie squeezes his eyes shut. Heat curls deliciously in his core. He really can’t deal with this right now. Joyce deserves a wedding where he’s paying attention at the very least, let alone one where he’s not perving out against his will in the pews.

He feels like he’s going to burst into flames. As much as he’d like to blame it on being in a church, he knows the man next to him is entirely at fault. He shifts in his seat and tries to covertly grind his palm against his dick, hoping the action will be covered by the paper program they were all handed upon arrival. That doesn’t exactly force his dick into submission; it almost makes it worse. He snatches Steve’s program from him and fans himself with his free hand. The phrase sweatin’ like a whore in church floats through his head, accusing.

Up at the altar, they’re putting the rings on. He just has to make it through a few more minutes, and then somehow get out of here without anyone noticing the tent in his pants. If he’s lucky, he’ll be able to drag Steve off somewhere secluded and deal with this before he explodes into a million pieces. He’s not a patient man on a good day, and this feels like the most he’s ever been tested.

~*~

Finally, finally, it’s over, and people are starting to file out. He’ll have to compliment the newlyweds on the mercifully short ceremony later, once the blood returns to his brain.  They stand, and Eddie makes Steve walk in front of him in the hopes that it’ll hide the situation in his pants. He’s tempted to grab the man into a hug and press into him in revenge (to show him what he’d turned him into, what he’d done to him), but the rational part of his brain realizes that would be a bad idea for so many different reasons. It’d be funny, though. It’d be only fair, after what he’s been through.

Robin and Nancy find them in the crowd on their way out. Seeing them heading down the opposite hallway, Robin asks, “Hey, where are you guys going? The reception is this way.” She points towards the main doors and the obvious mob of people.

“Yep!” says Eddie, “We just have to make a quick bathroom trip.”

“I’ve godda get cleaned up a bidt,” Steve says, voice thick with congestion and still clutching some tissues in his hand.

“We’ll meet you guys over there!” Eddie says, voice high as he practically yanks Steve away from them. The reception venue was right next to the church, offering them the freedom to make their way over in their own time. They head down the hallways, surrounded by dark wood and windows filtering in soft light. Spying a door labeled with “LIBRARY” across the front, Eddie says, “In here.”

They sneak in and close the door behind them. It’s more of a small office, really, and Eddie is ecstatic to see that there’s a lock on the door. With a flick of his wrist, he turns it; hears the deadbolt slide home. He presses Steve up against the wall, kissing him like his life depends on it. His hands wrap around Steve’s waist, pulling him closer, grinding his hips into him and finally he feels some relief.

It’s not long before- “Mmf!” Steve breaks away from the kiss, gasping, “W-wait, I gotta- ah- heh-ESSSHHH!” Eddie watches, laser-focused, as Steve twists to the side, aiming an uncovered sneeze toward the floor.

“Fuck,” Eddie says, burying his face in Steve’s neck and grazing his teeth over the skin there. “I’m gonna die. You drive me crazy.”  Steve’s laugh is shaky, breathless.

“Those fucking flowers,” Steve says, rubbing at his itchy nose. It was beyond pink at this point.

“Jesus, keep talking,” Eddie says, palming at his own dick through his pants.

“I cand’t believe they had to pick daisies out of all the fugging kinds they could have ch-chos-eehh-KKtsssh! Ah-KKSShhh!” A double, barely covered by his fist. He groans, frustrated by the onslaught.

“You did so good, though,” Eddie says, nipping under Steve’s jaw, practically giddy. “I swear, I’ve never been so turned on in my life.”

Steve laughs at him. “I guess I’bm lucky you like it. Mbakes me feel less gross.” His eyebrows knit together again as he gasps- “ehh-kkTCCHH! iihh-IISSHHoo! Guh. Ha-ETCHHuh!”

“Please, I’m sorry, I just need to-” Eddie’s hands are shaking as they fumble with the button of his dress pants.

“Just don’t get anything on my suit,” Steve says softly, eyes roving over Eddie’s lithe frame, fingers digging into his bicep.

“I won’t,” breathes Eddie.

“Are you getting off on the fact that we’re about to desecrate this room?” Steve asks, eyes full of mirth.

“I’m getting off on all of it, are you fucking kidding me?” says Eddie, finally getting a hand on his cock and squeezing. He feels lightheaded, like he’s floating already; this isn’t going to take long.

He buries his face in Steve’s neck, chests pressed together so he can feel every inhale. When Steve’s breath starts to hitch again, Eddie feels every detail. “Hah…haaa…ESSSSHHoo!” Steve barely has time to turn his head to the side, misting the air. “S-ssshit-” He brings the tissues up haphazardly to cover. “ehh-TSSHHah! Hhhh-gkTSSHH! Heh-RSSSHHHuh!”

Eddie groans and strokes himself, feeling like he’s on fire. Thumbing at the tip of his cock, he smears the precum down the shaft as he licks a stripe up Steve’s neck.

Through the white-hot haze of his brain, he realizes he needs something to come into. He doesn’t actually want to defile this place that badly. Spying the packet of tissues peeking out of Steve’s front pocket, he plucks it out and grabs the last couple for himself.

“I’m just gonna-” he tries to explain.

“Hey! I nee- Oh,” says Steve. Understanding crosses his features as he sees Eddie hold the tissues around the tip of his dick.

“You didn’t wanna use these ones?” Steve jokes, gesturing to the wad of tissues currently in his hand. He’s caught off guard by a sharp inhale and snaps the tissues up to his face. “Ha-eesSHHHuh! Uh-hah-TDSHHHH! Heh-EHKSSHH!”

“Sh-shut up. Fuck!” Eddie’s eyes squeeze shut as his orgasm rockets through him, dizzying, bright, electric. “Ah!” he gasps, hissing through his teeth. Muscles cording tight, it feels like it lasts forever, stars in his vision, floating. He breathes through it, panting into Steve’s shoulder.

His breath is ragged as he starts settling back into himself. Steve’s hand is warm on his neck, anchoring him through it.

“I’mb, uh…huh…Heh-RSSSHH!” Steve curls forward, helpless. A zing of pleasure shoots through Eddie at that. He swallows a whine trying to escape his throat. With his head still resting on Steve’s shoulder, he turns to look at him.

“Please, I can’t take anymore,” he jokes. It comes out more serious than he intended.

Steve chuckles, always giving him more leeway than he deserves. “Hey, I’m trying mby best over here!”

“I know, I’m sorry.” He straightens up to look into Steve’s eyes, in love with this menace of a man. “God, that was crazy, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about itd,” says Steve, brushing one of Eddie’s curls out of his face. “Itd was kind of fun,” he whispers theatrically, a crooked smile on his face.

“Yeah, you can say that again,” says Eddie, putting himself back together and tossing the tissue into a nearby trash can. “I really fucking hope nobody figures out what just went down, though.”

“If they do, they’ll just think you gedt off on corrupting mbe in a church, or something.”

Eddie considers this. “Yeah, you’re probably right. My reputation precedes me.” He flashes Steve a dimpled smile, his favorite. Steve gives him a soft look, before his eyes go hazy and-

“Ah-hah-ESSHHoo!” Steve sniffs. “Idt’s dusty ind here.”

“Okay, let’s actually get you cleaned up now.” Eddie says, giving Steve a quick kiss and grabbing his forearm. “And let’s hope there’s none of those damn daisies at the reception.”

#snz #snz fic #snzblr #ste/ddie #st/ranger th/ings #my tags: non-hockey #I'm hoping some ST snz people will reblog this so it will be seen because I know I don't have too many followers in that vein #this took me 2-3 weeks to finish and is maybe the ho/rniest thing I've ever written so... be gentle #snzfic #snz fics #snzfics

[clockworkflicker]

<< Rewind

1.4k words, St/ranger Th/ings — platonic Steve and Robin with brief hints of St/eddie and Ro/nance. As ever, Steve is only capable of worrying about others.

Written for @miserablebabes — I was your secret santa ^^

Thanks again to @softsnzstuff for organizing this!

It’s another slow evening at Family Video. Snow falls gently outside, bright silver against the thick cover of clouds. Hardly anyone’s out and about tonight — certainly not for the sake of renting a movie, at least.

That’s not to say there’s nothing to do around the store, though. Far from it. Although they obviously do their best to do as little actual work at Family Video as possible, Steve and Robin still recognize that Keith will be on their asses if they neglect regular upkeep.

The VHS tape rewinder clicks off, and Robin retrieves the rewound tape with a yawn. She fits the movie back in its plastic case and places it atop a growing mountain of movies to her right. Shifting back to the stack of movies on her left, she pulls another from its case and places it in the rewinder, turning it on with a soft click.

It’s all far too dull. On the other side of the customer service counter, Steve is fast asleep, head nestled between arms folded on the table. He must’ve dozed off while she was rummaging around in the back, Robin figures.

She considers letting him sleep. It’s not like she needs him to help deal with the store’s nonexistent patrons at the moment. But a hand with all the goddamn tapes in the return box would be nice. Well, that and she’d love to have someone to chat with. The Family Video is far from quiet — Back to the Future is playing on several screens throughout the store, its audio punctuated by the rhythmic whirring and clicking of the tape rewinder — but the white noise feels distressingly empty without their usual banter.

“Hey Dingus,” Robin says, ruffling Steve’s mess of big, stupid hair. “Have a nice nap?”

Steve groans awake at her touch. “Hands off the hair, Buckley.” The counter he’s resting his arms and head on is ungodly cold, so he clumsily forces himself upright on his tiny little stool, looking like he might start to lean too far one way or another and topple over.

Robin eyes him, unsure of where all this drowsiness is coming from. “You good? It would be nice to have some help sorting these tapes.”

“Shit, you’ve been doing that yourself all this time?” Steve runs a hand through his hair and casts a dazed glance over the stacks of movies scattered about the counter, then a concerned look back at his friend. She looks tired. “Hey, Robin?” Steve mumbles. “You don’t look great.”

“Wow, I bet you say that to all the girls.” Robin rolls her eyes and slides a few stacks of tapes over to Steve. “Scan these in.”

“Shut up, you know what I mean.” He swipes a sluggish knuckle under his nose and gets to work on logging the returned tapes.

Robin shrugs, placing another movie in the rewinder. “I’ve been manning the store while you were knocked out. Perhaps you just might be able to find it in your heart to forgive me for having a few strands of hair out of place from running back and forth between the counter and the new releases. We can’t all look as flawless as Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington all the time.” She glances over at him, but her eyes snag on his slumped shoulders and pallid expression, and she’s suddenly aware that he really does not look flawless at the moment. Quite the opposite of flawless, actually.

Steve leans forward on the counter and rubs at his eyes, annoyed with himself both for falling asleep on the job and for his apparent inability to properly convey concern for a friend. “Right, sorry,” he says with a sniff. God, his head aches.

The VHS rewinder clicks off again, but Robin pauses before taking the tape out. Even if he is pretty out of it, she wasn’t expecting Steve to sound so dejected. When she chooses her next words, her voice is a little gentler. “You’re awfully concerned about me for someone who looks like he might keel over at any moment. What’s going on?”

��‘s nothing, guess I just didn’t sleep great last night.” His gaze is glossy and distant as he keys in the password to the computer, messing it up several times before typing it correctly. Before Robin can probe him further, his eyes narrow, then flutter shut, and Steve ducks to the side with a rough-sounding sneeze. “hiH- GKT’Sshhuh!”

“Mmm,” Robin hums. “You sound sick.”

Steve swipes his nose across his sleeve. “snnft. I guess, yeah.”

"You could’ve said something. Why drag yourself through the mud if you’re in bad shape?”

“Don’t be stupid, it’s just some dumb cold.” He sniffles again, thicker this time, and returns to scanning in tapes.

Robin raises an eyebrow. “You fell asleep at the customer service counter.”

“Really, Robin, it’s fine. ‘m awake now, good to go.”

“And now you’re scanning in movies from the stack you already scanned in.” She walks over to him and plops down on the stool next to his. “Sorry I woke you.”

“Is that an invitation to pass back out? I’d feel bad if I left you with all these goddamn tapes.” Steve gives her a weak smile, slumping back over the counter, chin propped up on folded arms.

“Something tells me you’d also feel bad if you kept yourself awake,” Robin says, brushing a gentle hand across his forehead.

“Christ, Buckley, what did I say about the hair?” Steve hisses, wincing and recoiling slightly.

“You’re burning up.”

“Figures,” he groans.

“Honestly, Steve.” Robin exhales a small sigh.

“Colds always make my head hurt like hell. 's normal.”

“I don’t know where you got that idea, but being this out of it is not normal.”

“No, I mean, like, it’s normal for me.” Steve pauses, an uneven breath sifting through his teeth. He presses his nose against his sleeve in an attempt to rub away the burning sensation prickling his sinuses. “ihheH- hehH’TCH’uhhh! Shit. snf. ghuuhh. Y’know. After all the, uh, the head trauma.”

Robin’s expression softens. “Steve - ”

“ihh-! hH’CHHUHshh!” The second sneeze wrenches through his chest, damp and breathless.

She watches him, shivering and sniffling and folded in on himself on his tiny little stool. Something close to guilt tightens in her chest, and she finds herself foolishly wishing she could rewind time like one of these VHS tapes and take a blow to the head or two in his place. It’s a completely unreasonable thought, but not any more unreasonable than Steve’s proven willingness to throw himself into danger for others’ sakes.

“snnft. ghuhh. Sorry.”

“You’ve gotta stop getting beaten up,” Robin says, handing him the tissue box from under the counter.

Steve exhales a bitter laugh and presses a tissue to his shiny-damp nose. “How else will I have any sense knocked into me?”

Robin slides several stacks of tapes aside and joins him in leaning forward on the counter. “So how many more concussions ‘til you figure out that you don’t have to be Mr. Tough Guy around the people you’ve gone through literal hell with?” Coming from anyone else, the question would’ve sounded accusatory, but the way Robin asks it, staring off into the empty winter night just beyond the front door, she mostly just sounds forlorn.

“How many more concussions? snnft. Yeah, how many.” It’s not intentional, but he’s doing a great job matching her tone, he realizes. Steve rests his head back between his arms and closes his eyes. The lights in the Family Video are way too goddamn bright.

“I’m gonna go grab you some painkillers and call Eddie, okay?”

Before she can get up, Steve speaks up. “Robin, hold on.”

“...?”

“I’m sorry,” he croaks.

“You already apologized, Dingus. It’s fine. Gross colds happen to everyone.”

“No, I mean - ” he pauses to rub his nose against his wrist. “ - I’m sorry I’m, I dunno, such an overconfident idiot.”

Robin tilts her head. “Don’t be. That overconfident idiot has saved my ass a few times. I just wish he was a bit kinder to himself.”

“I can try,” Steve says with a sniff.

“Good.”

“Also,” Steve cracks open an eye to meet Robin’s gaze. It’s weak, but there’s a sly smile creeping across his lips. “Since when do you carry painkillers on you?”

“Shut up.”

“Nance insisted, didn’t she?”

“Shut up!” Robin laughs. If he wasn’t in such bad shape, she would’ve shoved Steve right off his stool for that.

“Yeah, she’s a real walking pharmacy, huh?”

“Frankly, Steve, in an ideal world, everyone around you should be a walking pharmacy. You have all the self-preservation of a wet paper towel.”

#i had a blast writing this; hope you like it! #also! this is my first published st fic! #rest assured there will be more of them #my writing #st/ranger th/ings

[comfortqueenie]

Can we talk about how Joseph Quinn is a compulsive blesser? There are so many videos of him at cons, and in interviews, blessing people. Never in the context of a sneeze from what I’ve seen, but that’s GOTTA MEAN HE DOES, right? Even hearing the words ooze from his lips make me kick my little feet.

We also know for a fact that Joe Keery is a blesser. There’s that one video where he says it to a woman in the background- which is also a strange fantasy of mine/one of my favorite things to scan con videos for. A celebrity blessing an interviewer, or fan, or stranger in a restaurant. It’s very sweet. Makes them seem more human, more accessible. I just love it.

I LOVE BLESSING!!! LET’S HEAR IT FOR BLESSING, FOLKS!

p.s- it’s ironic because i’m not religious in the slightest, i just love the hurt/comfort and politeness aspect of it.

#hurt/comfort #snzblr #bless you #j/oseph q/uinn #ed/die mu/nson #st/ranger th/ings

[softsnzstuff]

Ignore my shit screen recording but y’all already know mans is pressing that finger to the bridge of his nose to stop a tickle and I just 🥵🥴🫡

#STOP IT SIR #jq #snzblr #snz kink #st/ranger th/ings #I’m just ☠️☠️

[sureuncertainty]

i’m gonna get more aphobes in my askbox for this but going through the st/ranger th/ings tag really just makes me think more and more of that post that’s like ‘i’m begging you all to engage in fandom through literally any lens other than shipping’

#i just like... idk man it's just weird to me that allos look at media and that's always where they go towards #it reminds me of when i was hyperfixating on bl/y ma/nor and everyone was obsessed with dani and jamie (which valid they were the main #(focus of the show) but i could not find content or people willing to discuss the other aspects of it and so i just kinda lost touch of the #idk i do gotta say being aro/ace is very isolating and alienating in fandom #especially a show like st/ranger/ th//ings which is like.... ABOUT friendship and love in all forms #and no before anyone twists this i'm not saying that you can't have ships or that no fun is allowed #like engage with media however you want! i just want to also engage with it how I want! #and i want to engage with it in a way that's not at all focused on shipping or romance #and it's very difficult to do that in this fandom #and any fandom #win rambles

[soullistrations]

was telling my sister about by/ler bc we watched s4 together, and she's not on tumblr but she is on reddit--and apparently a lot of ppl over there think it's the greatest thing ever so while i was talking about ppl catastrophizing over here she was talking about how annoying the people refusing to see anything wrong were over there--we agree that s4 was kind of a mess, with some good bits and quite a few issues, and the best part of it was getting to watch it together more than anything we actually watched on the show--but ANYWAY in all of this discussion by/ler came up and after i told her about it she was like, 'ugh really? will deserves SO much better' and it sucks that mike's character has come to this (thank you, too many characters and bad pacing) but like. she's not wrong.

#there are st/ranger th/ings spoile/rs behind the cut #jsyk

[jungwookjins]

why.

#apparently it's a st/ranger th/ings thing since the middle tab says the upside down #not to be mean but idc #i dont dislike it or anything but i just dont watch it and it's constantly everywhere so i have to be a hater #why do they keep having more seasons #ennuitxt

[fuckin-sick-bih]

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. 

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

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ro/bin trying to eat nancy out w a rly snzy cold xx 🥰🥰

so um. i'm not quite sure what happened here but this one really got away from me! MINORS DNI!!! (1.6k words)

cw: fingering, oral (f receiving), nancy has the kink (if this isn't your thing don't read!)

It’s embarrassing to admit, seeing as how they’ve only been separated for about 12 hours, but Nancy misses Robin.

Misses her so much, in fact, that she kisses her as soon as she sees her again, a greeting that Robin seems to accept before pulling away quickly, eyes wide with fear.

“Dadcy, wait,” she says, her nose twitching with a stuffy-sounding sniffle. “I’mb godda get you sick.”

I don’t care, Nancy wants to say; the sight of Robin’s streaming nose and flushed, freckled cheeks are enough to send a wave of arousal over her entire body. Instead, she sets down the soup-filled tupperware - the reason she came to Robin’s house in the first place - and presses a delicate kiss to the tip of Robin’s poor red nose.

“You said you’d let me take care of you, right?”

Robin nods, eyes narrowing suspiciously. “Yeah. *snrff!*”

Nancy isn’t sure where this sudden boost of confidence is coming from, but knows better than to question it. She tilts her head to the side, pressing a few slow, wet kisses along Robin’s neck and jawline until she lets out a small, pleasured noise that somehow turns Nancy on even more.

“Then let me take care of you,” she murmurs into her skin.

They manage to make it to Robin’s bedroom before reaching for each other’s clothes, pulling their shirts over their heads and discarding their jeans on the floor with giddy smiles. Robin winds up beneath Nancy on the bed, her short hair splayed across the pillow, eyes already filled with ragged desire. God, Nancy’s so in love with her.

“You’re so beautiful,” she says.

Robin rolls her eyes, delicately running her fingers across Nancy’s cheek. “Doe I’mb dot. I’mb disgustig. *snfff!*”

“Shhh,” Nancy chides gently, deciding it’s been too long since they’ve kissed. Robin reciprocates slowly, chapped lips parting just enough to allow Nancy to slip her tongue into her mouth, letting her explore like she always does.

“Dadce -”

“Yeah, baby?”

She tries not to pout when Robin tries to jerk away, but when her eyes settle on the other girl’s face - her eyes and nose pinching up threateningly - she instead finds herself smiling eagerly, a hot pool of desire settling both in her stomach and between her legs.

“I - hehh - I thingk I’mb godda -” She tries to pull away again, but Nancy’s delicate weight sat against her hips is enough to restrain her. “Hhh… Hh’schHHew! H’tchHHH! Hh’tchHHoo!”

The itchy-sounding sneezes coat the air between them with a thick cloud of mist. Robin’s eyes go wide again as she hurriedly scrubs away the tickle in her nose with the heel of her hand.

“Oh mby Gosh, Dadce, I’mb so sorry. That was so gross. Let mbe -”

She attempts to move yet again, but Nancy’s fingers gently curl around her wrist, lowering it from her face so she can get a greedy look at the bright red tint to her nose. She leans down to kiss away the worry lines on Robin’s warm forehead, spreading a few more across her freckled cheeks before dipping down to kiss her lips slowly and affectionately.

“I meant what I said,” Nancy whispers, brushing a piece of Robin’s hair out of her face. “You’re beautiful.”

Robin breaks into a smile - immediately proving Nancy’s point - before leaning forward, smattering a few heavy kisses across Nancy’s lips. Her tongue is a wet heat as it pushes into Nancy’s, who fights the urge to moan with pleasure at the up-close sound of Robin’s mucus shifting in her nose with every inhale, all wet and gurgling into Nancy’s ear.

“You’re really dot lyig?” Robin asks.

“Nobody who’s ever said that about you was lying.”

A few more lust-filled kisses before Robin’s hands are pushing against Nancy’s waist. Nancy recognizes the gesture, obliges by rolling onto her back, allowing Robin to climb on top of her. There’s a mischievous look on her face - one that Nancy’s seen several times - but this time, it’s accompanied by Robin’s glassy eyes and the sound of her soupy sniffles. This can’t be real.

“You cad take care of mbe later. *snrffg!*” She runs her thumb across Nancy’s bottom lip. “For dow, let mbe say thadk you.”

Yeah, no, she’s definitely dreaming. She tries not to gasp as Robin grabs at her breasts, her kisses like tiny sparks of heat as she trails her lips down the length of Nancy’s stomach. Nancy watches her every movement, fervently manifesting another tickle to enter her girlfriend’s nose.

“So pretty,” Robin says between kisses, massaging Nancy’s breasts in her palms. “I’mb so lucky.”

“I’m the lucky one,” she rasps. If only Robin knew the gravity those words truly held in this moment.

Robin continues to press slow, steady kisses across her stomach, wet saliva mixed with what can only be a trail of thin, clear snot left in her wake. She runs the tip of her index finger teasingly along Nancy’s folds over her underwear, smirking at the patch of wetness that began gathering there long before they even started kissing.

“You really did mbiss mbe, huh?”

Nancy giggles, cheeks turning a pale pink. “Shut up.”

Robin slides her underwear off with ease, tossing them haphazardly onto the bed before pushing the pad of her thumb against Nancy’s slick entrance. Nancy fights to catch her breath, especially as the other girl eases two more fingers past her folds, pumping with a steadfast rhythm she knows Nancy likes from months of experience.

Then, by what can only be some type of miracle, her breath starts to hitch. Nancy bites back a grin, watching the way Robin’s nose twitches, one of her hands still half-buried in her cunt.

“Let it out, sweetheart,” she urges. “It’s okay.”

Robin barely manages to nod before bending forward, the rough spray of her sneezes landing against Nancy’s torso. “Hh’schHHew! H’TCHHiew! Hh… Heh’tscHHew! Oh, fuck. *snurrf!*”

Nancy lets out another moan before she can stop herself; however, Robin must assume it’s from the way her fingers are still working her pussy apart, because she doesn’t say anything. Instead, she bends down, the damp underside of her nose brushing against the top of Nancy’s heat. Robin’s fingers have just started to probe her clit before she pulls them out, quickly replacing them with her flattened tongue.

For all intents and purposes, Nancy knows she’s done for. The more she cries out in pleasure, the faster Robin’s tongue works against her clit, a hunger that she’s more than happy to help her satisfy. Robin only pulls away when she has to sneeze again, her breath hot and damp against Nancy’s oozing folds.

“H’SCHHhew! HH’tschHHOO! Hp’TSHhiew!” She doesn’t even hesitate this time, unleashing much more intense sneezes right up against Nancy’s cunt. She tilts her head back just enough for Nancy to see that her nose is now dripping profusely, thick streams of mucus dangling from her nostrils. “Hh’PSCHHew! God, Dadcy, I’mb - H’tsHHHEW! - I dod’t kndow what’s happening - Hh’schhHIEW!”

“Just keep going,” Nancy practically whimpers. She reaches down to brush some hair away from Robin’s tear-filled eyes, sickly and squinting from the beautiful tickle that’s invaded her sinuses. “I - I’m so close, baby.”

Robin obliges quickly, her tongue lapping at Nancy’s entrance once again before she decides to dip her fingers back inside, curling them once she’s knuckle-deep.

It isn’t long before her pretty face pinches up again. “H-Hang od - Hh’TCHHh! Hmp’SCHHHh! *snxxxg!*”

Two more sneezes, impossibly wet and slightly muffled into Nancy’s dripping warmth. The harsh spray she feels from them is immaculate, sending a shiver down her spine.

“Bless you, angel,” she chokes out.

“Thaahhhngk you - Hh’PSCHHh! Hhehhh… Hh’SCHHhh! Hh’TSCHhhh!”

Nancy doesn’t last much longer after that; still, she tries to bask in the feeling that’s seemingly absorbing every single one of her nerves. When the tight coil inside her suddenly snaps, she swears it’s the best orgasm she’s ever had. Robin continues to tend to her all the while, her slick nose leaking onto Nancy’s folds as she diligently laps up whatever juices she can swallow. She only sits up when Nancy’s arms reach for her, seated against Nancy’s hips with one hand still pressed flat against the inside of her thigh.

Nancy blinks out of the haze of her climax, covering Robin’s hand with her own. She’s so blissed out that she doesn’t even notice the way Robin’s smiling down at her, both affectionate and rightfully curious.

“Geez, Dadce, that was - Oh, ew.”

She drags her hand across her upper lip, grimacing at the string of mucus that attaches itself to her fingers. With no tissues in sight, Nancy fetches her panties from the foot of the bed, holding them out to her.

“Just use these, baby,” she insists, trying not to sound like she’s losing her mind at the mere thought of it.

Robin glances shyly between Nancy’s outstretched hand and encouraging face before giving in, cautiously lifting the panties up to her still-quivering nostrils. The sound of thick snot bubbling out her sinuses as she blows her nose is nearly enough to make Nancy force her head back down between her thighs, especially as a large patch of mucus visibly soaks through the fabric.

She scrubs harshly at her nose when she’s finished, balling up Nancy’s underwear and tossing them across the room. “Thangk you. *snf!* That’s mbuch better.”

They share a smile as Robin crawls off of Nancy’s hips, curling up next to her. Nancy pulls her in close, meeting her blue eyes only to find that Robin’s already watching her, head tilted to one side with piqued interest.

“So…” she says. “Are you godda tell mbe what that was all about?”

Her tone isn’t at all teasing - the trace of a smile that’s still on her lips is purely loving in nature. Nancy presses a tiny kiss to the corner of her upturned mouth, shaking her head.

“Later,” she murmurs. She’s already halfway on top of Robin, eyeing her twitchy nose unabashedly as she cages her poor, sick girlfriend between her thighs. “Now, it’s my turn to say thank you.”

#snzfic #sneeze fic #sneezefic #snzblr #snz kink #snzario #st/ranger th/ings #ro/bin bu/ckley #na/ncy wh/eeler #ro/nance #rb #nw #st #my fics

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sick St/eve fic, Ste/ddie

An “uncensored” version, as it were, of my Steddie sickfic. Although this one isn’t too racy. Some snz content, heavy on the hurt/comfort fluff!

2k.

Snippet:  Steve brings the clump of tissues closer to his face, eyes starting to close, head tilting back. “Huh…ha-ETTTSSSHHH!” He muffles the sneeze into the tissues, bending forward with the force of it. He grips the counter with his free hand.

“Whoa,” Eddie says, wide-eyed, “You really are sick.”

Eddie’s boots clomp up the cement steps leading to the Harrington’s front door. He reaches up to ring the doorbell, plastic bag rustling in his other hand as he does so. He shifts his weight from foot to foot, trying to tamp down his impatience.

When he had gotten back to his trailer after his late shift at the auto shop an hour ago, his answering machine was glowing red with a message from Dustin. Apparently, Steve was sick. He’d been planning on acting as the chauffer and chaperone for The Party’s outing to the movies tonight, but had called Dustin several hours beforehand letting him know that he was too sick. Thankfully, he’d somehow (with much bribery, one assumes) convinced Robin and Nancy to take them instead. At the end of his message, Dustin suggested Eddie check on Steve, which Eddie would have done anyway without any prompting, thank you very much.

If Steve was willing to cancel, he must truly be feeling awful. And knowing him, he was probably guilt-tripping himself about it, so Eddie really wanted to get over there and make sure he was doing alright. A sick Steve was not something he’d ever witnessed before, and part of him was a little bit curious to see what he would be like.

Eddie is just about to ring the doorbell for a second time when he hears the soft shuffling of feet from inside the entryway. The door swings open with a creak, and he’s greeted by the sight of Steve in a hoodie and sweatpants, a wad of tissues in his hand. His eyes are glassy, his nose red, and his hair is looking even more manic than usual.

“Special delivery,” Eddie says, “I brought provisions.” He holds up the bag in his hand.  “Soup and orange juice for the invalid.”

“Very fuddy,” Steve says, voice thick with congestion. “How did you even kdnow I was sick?”

“Henderson called me. I got the message after I got home from work.”

“He can’td keep his mouth shut, cand he?” Steve sighs, then steps back, gesturing Eddie in. “Combe on.”

Eddie hops into the foyer. “Aww, I think it’s nice that he was worried about you.” They head into the kitchen, and Eddie sets the food down on the counter. “Better than you holing up in here all by yourself.”

Steve starts to respond but is interrupted by his breath hitching. He brings the clump of tissues closer to his face, eyes starting to close, head tilting back. “Huh…ha-ETTTSSSHHH!” He muffles the sneeze into the tissues, bending forward with the force of it. He grips the counter with his free hand.

“Whoa,” Eddie says, wide-eyed, “You really are sick.”

“Yeah, asshole,” he blows his nose with a crackling, wet sound, “It’s beed like this all day.” He looks so tired. Eddie just wants to wrap him in a blanket and keep him safe. Steve throws his damp tissues in the kitchen trash, coming closer to inspect the food Eddie brought.

“I’m sorry you feel like shit, babe.” Eddie brings him into a hug. Steve drops his forehead onto Eddie’s shoulder, sighing. He rests there for a minute, Eddie rubbing his back in a soothing motion.

“Itd’s okay.” Steve says into his shoulder, unwilling to move. “You didn’t have to combe all this way.” Eddie pulls back to look Steve in the eyes. His palm warm against Steve’s neck.

“Of course I did!  I wasn’t just going to leave you.  What kind of boyfriend would that make me? Besides… it’s kind of cute seeing you like this.”

“It’s dnot cute, I’b disgusting,” Steve says, hating that he’s forced to breathe through his mouth. Eddie gives him a crooked smile and tousles his hair, mussing it even more.

“Trust me, it’s very cute.” He turns towards the grocery bag, pulling out a large container of soup, a small bottle of OJ, and a wrapped deli sandwich. “The soup and OJ are for you, and I got the sandwich for me since I was already at the deli.”

Steve pulls at the lid of the soup container, pausing, “…What if I want the saddwich?”

Eddie narrows his eyes at him. “Dude, I specifically got you soup because that’s what you get for sick people!  Doesn’t your throat hurt?”

“Well yeah, but thatd sandwich looks abazing, dude,” says Steve. Eddie tells himself Steve’s tone is ‘pouty’ rather than ‘whiney,’ but he’s probably delusional. It’s hard for him to be objective when it comes to Steve Harrington. He looks towards the heavens and sighs.

“You can have half of my sandwich.” He points at Steve, rings glinting in the light. “And I’m eating whatever soup you don’t want.”

As Steve begins to nod in agreement, his eyes start to close and he gasps, turning to sneeze into his elbow with a harsh-sounding- “Ha-RSSSHHH!”  He groans, sniffs. Eddie looks at him with warm eyes.

“How could I deny you anything when you look this pathetic?” he croons, voice coming out softer than he means it to.

“Shutd up, mban,” the only response Steve’s exhausted brain can come up with. “I – ah-TSSSHH!” He twists to the side again. Comes back up for air, looking dizzy in the aftermath.

“Oookay, you need to go sit down now,” Eddie says, pushing him towards the couch. Steve doesn’t put up a fight, which is telling in itself. He plops down on the couch, and Eddie grabs the blanket off the back, tossing it at him. “Here - wear this. You’ll be warm.”

“I amb warm,” says Steve.

“Just humor me,” Eddie says, turning to head back to the kitchen. As he does, he hears a song pumping through the Harrington’s impressive TV set - hiiiighway tooooo the danger zone! He immediately groans and pulls a 180. “Don’t tell me this is…” he tries to remember the ridiculous title of the trailer he’d seen countless times, hand flailing at the TV.

“Topb Gund?” Steve answers with a smirk.

“That glorified Navy commercial that everyone’s been jizzing themselves over,” he corrects, scrubbing his hands over his face.

“Thatd’s the onde. I snagged it during mby last shift.” Steve grabs the VHS case off the coffee table, shaking it for emphasis. “It just cambe out. One of the perkgs of the job.” His gloating is cut short by a “ahh…ha-EESSSH!” that gets smothered into the blanket he’s wrapped around himself.

“You’re going to make me watch this, aren’t you?”

“Itd’ll m’bake mbe feel bedder?” Steve sniffs, trying and failing to clear his sinuses.  He gives Eddie his best puppy-dog eyes. He might as well use the situation to his advantage, he figures.

“Jesus, I can’t believe I’m falling for this,” Eddie says, sighing. “Only because you already had it on, and only because you’re sick.”

“Thatd’s very genderous of you,” Steve says sarcastically, burrowing into the couch.

“The things I do for love,” exclaims Eddie, throwing his hands in the air for dramatic effect.  He heads back into the kitchen to heat up their dinner. A few minutes later, he brings out Steve’s food, placing it in front of him with a flourish. “For you, Sire.”

“Thanggs, man,” says Steve. “You d’know, I can help you bri’gg everything out, if you wandt.”

“And risk you fainting on me?” Eddie brings his hand to his chest dramatically. “No way, Harrington.”

“Oh, please.” Steve rolls his eyes. Eddie grins at him, walking over to tousle his hair again – an excuse to touch him.

“Hey,” he says, running his fingers through Steve’s hair which, okay, actually felt amazing, Steve had to admit. “Just let me take care of you, okay?”

At this point Steve was practically melting. “Okay,” he answered, fighting against the urge to close his eyes. He sniffles up some congestion and zones out for a minute.

“I’ll be right back.” And just like that, Eddie’s magic hands disappeared, and Steve blinked back to reality. He grabbed a couple tissues from the box on the coffee table, blowing his nose in the hopes that he’ll be able to taste his food better. He tosses them in the small trash he brought down from the guest room, because he wasn’t going to turn the place into a pig-sty just because he was sick.

Soon Eddie returns, carrying his own food and setting up in the spot next to Steve on the couch. They dig in. Steve is surprised by how hungry he is.

“I definitdely dond’t regret stealing half your saddwich, dude,” he says, mouth full. “This is so good.”

“See? I can introduce you to all kinds of good things if you let me,” Eddie says, licking some sauce off his thumb, eyes teasing. His flirting can still make Steve blush, even after all these months. Although today he’s not sure if it’s that or a fever. He’s pretty sure it’s not a fever. “But yeah, man, I’m glad you like it.” Eddie bumps his shoulder into Steve’s.

“So, did I miss any crucial details in the first 10 minutes?” Eddie asks, waving at Tom Cruise’s chiseled face on the screen.

“Nah, ndot really. Preddy much whad you see is whad you getd.” He pauses, sandwich halfway to his mouth. “You’re gonnda like the volleyball scene, though.” He glances sidelong at Eddie, giving him an eyebrow waggle.

That earns him an easy laugh from the other man. “Well, it’s bound to have some redeeming qualities, I suppose.”  He leans in close to Steve’s face, as he is wont to do. “I await it with bated breath.” He drops a kiss to Steve’s blanketed shoulder.

They finish eating, and arrange themselves on the sectional end of the couch. Eddie’s sitting up with Steve settled in between his legs, laying back against his chest with Eddie’s arms circled loosely around him.

Eddie will admit that the movie isn’t too horrible. It’s got some good action sequences, and Steve was right about the volleyball scene. He feels Steve nodding off in his arms a couple of times, blearily jerking awake when the volume starts blasting again. Every so often Steve reaches for a tissue to catch a sneeze, or in a futile effort to clear his sinuses.

The man named Goose was at the piano belting Great Balls of Fire, and Steve was awake again, feet poking out from under the blanket, jiggling along to the song. Eddie tapped out the rhythm against Steve’s chest.

“See, itd’s fudn, right?” Steve asked, bringing his hand up to wrap around Eddie’s forearm.

“Yeah, Harrington, it’s pretty good,” says Eddie, smiling into Steve’s hair. Steve goes quiet again, thinking.

“I wish I could have take’dn Henderson and the others to the m’bovies tonight. I hope he wasdn’t too disappoi’dted.” Eddie tightens his hold on him.

“Hey, cut yourself some slack, man,” Eddie says. “They get it. Everyone just wants you to get better.”

Steve hums in response.

“Besides, you got Robin and Nancy to cover for you, so it’s all good.” Eddie, unable to stop himself, runs his hand through Steve’s hair in what he hopes is a comforting gesture. “If Henderson gives you any shit, I’ll kick his ass for you.”

“Dno you wod’t,” Steve says, chuckling.

“No…I won’t,” Eddie concedes with a smirk. “Maybe a stern talking-to.”

“B’my hero.”

Any smartass response Eddie was formulating is cut off when Steve sharply inhales, breath hitching. He grabs the front of his hoodie, lifting it to cover his face just as a harsh “heh…ehhh…Ha-ehXXXT!” escapes him, grating against his throat. He stills for a moment. “Ow…”

Eddie grabs a tissue from the nearby box, handing it to him.

“Jesus, that one sounded like it hurt.”

“It did,” Steve says, angry but so, so tired.

“Okay man, you should actually try to get some sleep.”

“Bu’d we godda fi’dish the movie,” Steve protests weakly.

“We can, but if you fall asleep again, I’m turning the volume down and letting you sleep,” Eddie says, resolute.

“Fiii’de,” comes the reluctant response.

“You know, it’s a lot of work to get you to put yourself first, for once.” Eddie says, idly toying with Steve’s fingers.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, just go to sleep, you dork,” Eddie says, giving Steve another squeeze for good measure.

“’Kay,” Steve says, already allowing his eyes to close. He drifts off a few minutes later, Eddie turning the volume down low, as promised. Eddie follows not long after, the comforting weight of Steve’s body lulling him to sleep.

#my tags: non-hockey #ste/ddie #snz #snz fic #st/ranger th/ings #snzfic #snzfics #snz fics

[clockworkflicker]

A is feeling oddly drowsy during the middle of the day, so they curl up on the nearest couch or bed or nonstandard sleeping surface. They ask the nearby B to wake them later so they can carry on their day as normal.

They awaken feeling stiff, their head cloudy and bones heavy. After a moment, it dawns on them that they woke up naturally, not from B rousing them. They look around, and glance over at a clock. They’ve only been out for a few hours; that’s good.

With some effort, they force themselves upright and try to get on with their day, but make entirely too much noise while doing so. The ruckus seems to summon B.

“A! Hey, take it easy. Are you sick? Why didn’t you say anything?”

This is news to A. “I’m fine?”

“You slept for, what, fifteen hours?” B folds their arms and glances down at their watch.

A looks out the window. The sun sits on the horizon, but upon closer inspection, it’s dawn, not dusk. They look back to B, and feel their breath catch in their throat. “You stayed with me for fifteen hours? Why didn’t you get me up?”

“I was going to. But you were seriously knocked out. I tried giving your shoulder a little shake to see if that would wake you, but, uh.” B frowns, remembering the dry heat that clung to A’s skin as they slept. “You seemed feverish, so I figured it would be better to let you keep sleeping.”

“I... seemed feverish..?” A stammers, clearly still a little asleep and struggling to process all this. They raise the back of their hand to their forehead.

B scoffs. “It doesn’t work like that, dumbass. If your head is warm, your hand will be warm too, so you won’t be able to tell.” B closes the distance between the two of them. “Here, let me.” They gently pull A’s hand away, and raise their own hand to cup around A’s cheek.

“What’s the verdict?” A mumbles.

“The verdict,” B sighs, not moving their hand away just yet, “is that you could probably stand to take another fifteen hour nap.”

#i just woke up from an accidental 15 hour nap so uh #yay inspiration? #lord help me i havent even started watching st/ranger th/ings but this feels very. platonic steve and robin. #my writing

[spray-my-neck-pls]

(i could prob also do something for st/ranger th/ings, specifically with ed/die if you guys would prefer that)

#snzblr #sneeze kink #snz #snz scenario #snz kink #snzfucker #snzario #snz wav #snz fet #snz things #snz blog #sneezeblr #sneezefucker #sneeze blog #snez kink #snezblr #messfucker

[tviirus]

Are there any ships you can’t stand, why?

canon questionnaire.

i don't really have ships i can't stand, but a ship i'm not entirely fond of would be nancy and robin in st/ranger th/ings. i just -- don't really understand the ship in a general sense ? i dunno. i don't entirely like " opposites attract, " so maybe it was just never my thing in general.

keep in mind, if you ship these two, it's all good with me ! like i said i don't have ships i can't stand, it's just not my cup of tea. and does that mean i wouldn't be open to writing it if a writing partner had a good plot / dynamic for it ? absolutely not !

#biosurvive #━━ ✦ out * mun ‚ we are a god and angels weep #really had to look at everything on my muse list just to come up with something #bc i really don't have a lot that bothers me #i mean my list of ships is sooo long hgddfgjh