#Sneezy! Eddie

[minteacutie]

Hey there @hitchqueen I’m your Secret Santa!!! I wrote you this saucy little fic, about a sneezy allergic Eddie getting teased by his boyfriend Steve! I hope this is what you were looking for, and a bit thanks to @softsnzstuff for putting this together! 18+ only! No minors beyond this point!!!!  ~ Steve glanced up again when he heard Eddie’s breath hitch for the hundredth time in an hour, glancing at his boyfriend over his glasses. The older man was hunched over his binder working on a Campaign…or at least was trying to work on a Campaign. Eddie had been struggling with allergies spending most of the morning holding back sneezes, but now he wanted to sneeze it seemed like his poor nose was going on strike. It was driving his boyfriend nuts and it was driving Steve nuts. He eventually gave a frustrated grumble, shoving the binder aside and tossing his pen on the bedspread. In favor of having both his hands free to scrub at his irritated pink nose. “Eds come here,”Steve huffed out a laugh watching his boyfriend glare at him from his place on the bed, “come on…let me help, baby.” Eddie pouted, but he got up moving to the couch with Steve sitting down with a plop, “You’re just doing this beca-hah’hih’...because you like to see me all itchy and sneezy.” He rubbed his itchy pink nose in circles. “That may be true…”Steve trailed off a bit, taking a moment to pull his boyfriend into his lap so he could have better access to his flushed pink nostrils, “but I also hate seeing you so miserable.” “My knight in shining arhih-armor…gh!” Eddie scrubbed his nose with his wrist, “screw ihhhh-it get this ithihhhch out of mby dnose…sndf.” “Your wish is my command…”Steve cupped his boyfriend's face in his hands, letting his thumbs ghost over Eddie’s sinus as his breath hitched wildly. “Ohhhhuh that itches…”Eddie whined his pink nostrils flickering and flaring. Steve hummed, using his blunt nails to trace Eddie’s wide nostrils teasing the rims of his nostril, the hot pink flesh squirming underneath his gentle touch. Not enough to tip him over the edge just enough to tease him. “Steeeeve…”Eddie whined, rubbing his itchy pink nose against the younger man’s knuckles, huffing at his boyfriend with a watery glare. “Alright, alright,”Steve laughed, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend’s cheek, “I’ll stop teasing…” He traced his blunt nail down Eddie’s septum one last time before ducking under the couch. He slid a small box from under the couch that contained a few items that Steve knew Eddie was allergic to, letting his boyfriend choose from them. Inside was a small sample size cologne bottle, a feather that had been collecting dust, and a single lily. Eddie looked over his selection with watery eyes, absentmindedly rubbing his nose. Plucking the single feather from the box, twirling it in his finger before handing it to Steve with an amused little gleam in his eyes, “Do yohuhhh-your worst baby…” That was all the permission Steve needed to start tracing Eddie’s nose with the feather, doing figure eights on his trembling nostrils. “Hihh’huhh’ihhh!”Eddie’s breath hitched widely as the feather brushed over his nose igniting the burning itch deep in his nostrils. He felt the feather slip into his nose, the dusty feather twirling around brushing the edges of his sinus’, chest swelling with large breaths. A single strand brushed against a particularly sensitive spot in his left nostril and something in him finally snapped. “Hih’ihGXSHiew! Hah’IHGSHIIEW! Hih’ihh…gh.”Eddie scrubbed his itchy pink nose in little circles, the tickle continuing to tease his poor sensitive nose. “Not so rough, Ed’s…”Steve cooed, gently tugging Eddie’s hands away from his face, so that he could rub his nose for him. Feeling his nostrils squirm underneath his touch. “Hih’GXXsht!”Eddie stifled a sneeze against Steve’s finger tips with a whine, mashing his hot pink nostrils against his finger tips, “...ghh sorry ‘bout that…” “ S’okay baby…”Steve murmured, a flush creeping up his face when Eddie stifled a sneeze against his fingers. “Mmm…I guess it’s a good thing that you like this…”Eddie hummed, watching the younger man's face turn a lovely shade of pink as he took the feather from his hand. Using it to tease his irritated nose. “Hah’ehhh…”He squinted, feeling his chest swell with itchy breaths as Eddie teased his own nose doing his best to hold back, watching Steve squirm. Eddie sniffled thickly a bit of fluff getting suctioned into his wide nostrils before letting loose, “Hah’AHSHiew!! ‘ESSshiew!!! HEH’ISSshiew!!!...gh” He flopped against the couch, with a stuffy sigh, panting. “That was quite the show baby…”Steve cleared his throat, using a couple of tissues to get him cleaned up, “think it’s time for some allergy meds.”

He replaced the feather sliding the box back underneath the couch before getting up to go grab the allergy meds.

Bringing a wet washcloth with him, Steve used it to wipe down Eddie’s itchy face, shaking out a couple of pills pressing them into his boyfriend's hand. “Yeah I think it’s time for some meds and a nap…”He murmured. “Cad’t gotta fidish the cabpaigd…”Eddie answered stuffily blowing his nose into the tissues Steve held to his nose, taking the medicine with a sip of water.

“Your next campaign isn’t for a few days…”Steve combed the older man’s hair back away from his face, pulling him back onto the couch with him so he could lay down, “you got time to take a nap with me.”

Eddie didn’t put up much of a fight, slumping against Steve’s chest letting his eyes slip closed before his body fully relaxed with a stuffy little snore.

#s/tranger t/hings #s/teve h/arrington #e/ddie m/unson #secret santa #for hitchqueen #Allergies #hitches #build ups #teasing where one person has the kink #Sneezy! Eddie #Caretaker! Steve #KB Secret Santa

[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

[morganbritton132]

I love the thought of Steve actually knowing quite a bit about Eddie’s interests but not, for the life of him, being able to remember the name of anything. So Steve and Eddie end up playing twenty questions every time Steve tries to tell Eddie something.

Steve: Oh, did you see that they made a movie about that little guy you like? Wanna watch that tonight?

Eddie: what movie?

Steve: That movie with the - with the yellow guy. You know?

Eddie: Minions?

Steve: No, the yellow rabbit. He sneezes. He’s like a cop now or something.

Eddie: Who?

Steve: The little guy. The sneezy rabbit, you know? The sneezing dog-thing that’s a cop now. He’s yellow?

Eddie:

Eddie: Detective Pikachu?

Steve, snapping his fingers: That’s the one! Pik-ah-choo. Like a sneeze, yeah?

#I think Eddie would’ve got really into Pokémon when it came out #and Steve would be like totally onboard with your new interest but I’m not remembering those names #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson

[princessfbi]

Sickfic prompts! 8 + Buck soft/sneezy/sleepy

Buck woke up to fingers in his hair and a pressure behind his nose that was spreading all across his face.

His sinuses throbbed in time with his heartbeat, pulsing underneath his eyes and into his ears. The tingling sting in his nose was worse than that time he'd very nearly taken a ball of fire to the face, his eyebrows saved only from Eddie yanking him back by his shirt collar. He could've sworn his nose hairs had been singed for like a week.

Nothing had worked. Antihistamines, cold medicine, steam, nothing! Buck had resigned himself to just give himself enough Advil Cold & Sinus to bring down the inflammation before trying to smother himself beneath the pillows and blankets and hoodie that Buck remembered smelling like his boyfriend even though he couldn't the last time he smelled anything.

But the fingers sweeping through his hair was nice. Really nice.

It took a few tries for Buck to peel his eyes open. But when he did, he almost wished he hadn't.

Tommy stared down at him with a soft smile that always made Buck's insides turn bright and warm like honey heated by the sun. His hand--- his big hands Buck was a little obsessed with--- curved down the back of Buck's head as his thumb massaged into Buck's temple where the headache was the worst.

"Hey baby," Tommy said softly, his other fingers scratching gently at the hair on his neck.

Buck hummed as he smiled. He loved when Tommy called him that.

Tommy. His gorgeous boyfriend. Tommy was there. Staring down at him and his swollen face and bloodshot eyes and wild sweaty curls he hadn't had the strength to tame.

"No!" Buck croaked, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to bury his face into his comforter.

Tommy huffed out a laugh. "Well that wasn't exactly the welcome I was expecting."

"I'm gross," Buck mumbled, trying to hide the fact that his nose was crusty and bright red from the man who still made Buck's insides go giddy even after three months of dating.

"You're adorably gross," Tommy said, pulling away the blanket from Buck's face so he could lean down and kiss Buck's birthmark. "You also need to drink some water and eat something."

Buck would rather shrivel up and disappear before he even considered trying to get out of bed.

He squinted up at Tommy. "How did you get in?"

"Borrowed a key from Eddie," Tommy said, tipping his chin. "You owe him a couple of texts. He was afraid I was going to find you drowning in tissues."

A wry quirk of his brow was enough for Buck to know Tommy had already seen the overflowing trashcan of shame lost somewhere next to his bed. Great. Maybe if the illness didn't take him, the embarrassment would.

Buck groaned as he curled his knees up to his chest and tried to burrow in Tommy's thigh. He was warm.

Tommy huffed out a laugh and those fingers returned to his hair. "Come on sleepy head. Let's get you to the couch."

#evan buckley #tommy kinard #bucktommy #prompt game #anon #my fic writing #royal decree

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Eddie gulped. It was now or ever. They were in an open field, preparing for battle against Vecna. If things went south, then he would never get the chance again. He watched Steve walk into the RV, followed by Lucas. He wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans before walking into the mobile home.

"Hey, Sinclair, can we talk?" Eddie asked.

"Sure, man," Lucas said.

"Do you need to me leave?" Steve asked.

"Nah, that's not necessary," Eddie replied. "I'll be quick. I just want to apologize."

"Eddie, it's okay - "

"No, it's not. I was an asshole. I need to apologize. My father never apologized for anything in his life, and I don't want to be like him. Look, I should have postponed Hellfire, and we should have been there for you. I shouldn't have pressured your best friends into not being there, and I sure, as hell, shouldn't have used your sister to replace you. You couldn't postpone your game, but I sure as hell could have postponed mine. I let my prejudices against jocks get in the way of what was truly important. Obviously, not all jocks are bad. I know that now. And you know, there's nothing wrong with being both a nerd and a jock - which I, of all people, should know about liking both considering that I'm bi - bilingual! Yes, bilingual!" Eddie said, and Lucas sniggered.

"Man, it's okay, I forgave you the minute you got framed for murder by an interdimensional evil wizard," Lucas said. "I totally get why you were so protective over the game, and honestly, I kind of lost myself a little bit there. I mean, I never told them that I played the game. I hid it like there was something to be ashamed of. There's not. I don't even know if I want to continue with basketball."

"Hey, if you really want to play the game, then you shouldn't let those assholes - any asshole, really, stop you from playing the game. This time, we'll be there to support you, and if the others complain, I'll kick their ass," Eddie said.

"Thanks, man," Lucas said.

They hugged each other tightly, and when they pulled apart, Steve was looking at Eddie with a crooked grin. There was a light in Steve's eyes that didn't seem platonic in the slightest.

"Sexy," Steve blurted out.

"Pardon?" Eddie asked.

"What?" Steve asked, blinking rapidly.

"What was that?" He asked.

"What was what?" Steve asked.

"What did you say?" Eddie asked.

"I said you were sneezy," Steve said quickly, blushing and starting to walk out of the RV.

"That doesn't even make sense, Steve!" Eddie exclaimed.

Eddie turned around to find Lucas laughing. He clapped Eddie on the shoulder.

"You should know that a lot of us around here are, you know, bilingual," Lucas sniggered again. "We're perfectly okay with that. So, if you want to tell us more about you being bilingual, then we'll be here to listen."

"You guys are just full of surprises," Eddie grinned.

Eddie walked out of the RV with Lucas feeling a thousand pounds lighter and more ready than ever to face what was coming.

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things s4 #lucas sinclair #caleb mclaughlin #steve harrington #eddie munson lives #with a little bit of #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie stranger things #bisexual lucas sinclair #bisexual eddie munson #bisexual steve harrington #eddie apologies to lucas and it makes eddie a thousand times more attractive to steve #stranger things fanfiction #i guess it needs to be said #it's purely platonic with lucas #i do not condone shipping the younger members of the party with any of the older members of the party #just in case anyone gets the wrong idea

[indouloureux]

Can you please write Joseph x reader where they’re doing the buzzfeed dog interview and they just make fun of each other but they’re not dating yet…I’ve been obsessed with the song Those Eyes by New West and I feel like it totally fits Joseph and Eddie well 😭 ilysm and you’re content ❤️❤️

i'm gonna give him all the puppies bc he deserves it

(ily too baby mwah)

"oh look at that one,"

he picks the running puppy into his arms, doesn't let go even tho it's squirming in his hands until it finally rests on joseph's lap. you laugh when he flips it to it's back, searching for it's genitals.

"it's a girl!" joseph beams.

and he's awfully happy finding out that the puppy's a girl. you take one for yourself, placing him on your lap and petting it gently while your boyfriend pulls on the toy that he placed inside her mouth and growling playfully.

"guess i'm the only human being in here."

"hey!" he pouts at you, hugging the puppy closer to his chest and pressing his cheek on her ear. "she's got cute little growls when i try to play tug with her."

your puppy has left your lap, decided that the paper you're sitting on tastes better than dog food and gnaws on it. you take another one, maybe a girl this time, wrinkling your nose at the loud dog before she bites on your shoe.

"this one, likes paper," you point. "this one likes shoes. and this one—" you point at joseph, who's already laid down with the puppy crawling (stomping) on his chest. "—likes to chew on his straws."

"it's a habit," he defends. "you keep a spoon in your mouth even after the ice cream's gone."

"it tastes good!"

joseph takes the puppy into his arms, looking at her like the most precious thing in the world as he runs his thumb through her forehead and raises it to the air, an imitation of that one scene in the lion king.

"simba."

"he's peeing," you point to the dog beside you. "and it's a lot."

joseph reaches over to place a hand on the side of your thighs and pull you away from the mess, legs touching each other as to make sure none of the piss reaches your pants. you hug your puppy into your arms.

"they smell really good, don't they?" he tells you, nose deep into the fur of the puppy he's holding. "i might get all sneezy after this but they smell good."

you raise your eyebrows. "they smell better than you, though."

"i won't even disagree."

it's a lie. he smells better. you just both like the smell of puppies.

reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

#joseph quinn blurb #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn fic #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn #blurb #eddie munson #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction

[nametakensff]

🤧💣 steddie??

Thank you for the prompt, anon! I torture E/ddie more often so I thought I'd go with S/teve this time. Hope you enjoy! 💕

S/teve has a nasty cold that's left him miserably congested; E/ddie suggests he try Chhinkni with pretty impressive results

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Content:

M/M, established relationship, modern AU so I could insert a Chhinkni scenario lol, both S/teve and E/ddie have the fetish, masturbation, little bit of verbal teasing / dirty talk, E/ddie catching S/teve's sneezes, care-taking, tissues, mess (but not described too explicitly), contagion, manually induced sneezes, natural cold sneezes

NSFW as per, so under a read more - you know the drill

“Come on, Stevie. I think it’ll really help.”

Steve glanced warily at the vial of chhinkni powder Eddie held in his outstretched palm. His boyfriend, perched next to him on the side of the bed, peered up at him with a soft, crooked smile, and the younger man could already feel his resistance weakening. Stupid Eddie and his stupidly gorgeous everything. He coughed gently and nestled back further into the pillows Eddie had arranged for him so that he could sit up, as if even the closer proximity to that little container could cause him imminent damage.

“I don’t know, Eds…I don’t think I could take burning sinuses on top of all th-his congest…ion-!! HAH-AAESSSHUU!!”

Steve lurched forward with a powerful sneeze, barely catching the last of it with a shaking palm. It had been a huge, spraying affair - he licked the resulting moisture off his lips and grimaced slightly at the droplets glittering on his palm. He sniffled experimentally to see if the force of it had been enough to shift anything in his nasal cavities, but no cigar. The mess stubbornly sat there in his sinuses, leaving them throbbing miserably. His head felt like it weighed a ton.

Eddie reached out with a tissue and scrubbed away at the spray on Steve’s palm.

“Oh, bless you, honey…” He practically sighed, voice a breathy mixture of arousal and concern.

Steve knew if his hand had faired that badly against the sneeze, Eddie had absolutely received the brunt of it. He knew his boyfriend didn’t care – he actively wanted Steve to let loose around him – and normally this wouldn’t be a problem. Steve would love to see the older man come down with a sneezy, sniffly cold, especially one he had given to him, but this particular sickness was so unbelievably miserable that the usual enjoyment of allowing himself to be a sloppy mess around Eddie was tarnished by the concern that he could make him feel as awful as he himself currently did.

“Sorry, man. Didn’t see that one coming.”

Eddie shook his head, looking at Steve with so much adoration that he felt his stomach fluttering in return.

“No, baby, you’re fine. Just let them out as they come. Did that help at all?”

Steve sighed and leaned back into the pillows.

“No. Still completely stuffed up. Fuck, this sucks!”

Eddie gently rubbed the back of his hand with his thumb in what he hoped was a soothing motion.

“I’m sorry you feel so bad, Stevie. I really think the chhinkni’d help you out. Just a little bit! You’ve been sneezing all day anyway, what’s a dozen more?”

Steve shot a deadpan look his way.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Pervert.” He teased.

Eddie just grinned at him and softly batted the side of his head.

“You’re a menace. And yeah, I would like that, because it would probably ease your suffering, you stubborn ass!”

There was no malice in his tone, but Steve didn’t miss the genuine creeping exasperation that lingered underneath.

He felt bad for worrying his boyfriend – it wasn’t as though he had intentionally decided to block his own sinuses up to the point of consistent mouth-breathing and feeling his ears pop every time he attempted to breathe through his nostrils. He should be leaping at the chance to end this misery. But the chhinkni…

They’d both learned about the sneezing powder online the way any other person with their shared fetish had – it seemed like an absolute dream come true with the way it teased prolonged, intense fits out of anyone who tried it, and they’d jumped at the chance to try it themselves. They had, however, had mixed results.

Eddie had volunteered to go first when the package had arrived. However, in typical Eddie fashion, he had been overly enthusiastic with the initial dose, entirely uninterested in following the recommended guidelines. He’d snorted a line of it like cocaine, and minutes later he’d been sneezing so much Steve eventually became worried he’d hyperventilate. When he’d finally managed to get Eddie under control, forcing him to blow his nose and take measured breaths, they’d both been too freaked out to go near the stuff again for weeks. Never mind the fact that Steve had orgasmed untouched in his jeans as he held his boyfriend bucking repeatedly in his arms.

They’d tried again with Eddie, this time taking the correct dosage, and found that it worked just as well as his pollen allergies without the prolonged suffering that occurred if he overexposed himself to some particularly strong flowers. It was a success, and the little vial was placed in their nighstand with the plethora of other inducing tools they kept on hand.

Following Eddie’s persistent requests and the mounting pressure of his own curiosity, Steve eventually gave in and decided to indulge his boyfriend. His nose wasn’t nearly as sensitive as Eddie’s (though that wasn’t saying too much – he’d never known another person alive as sensitive as the dungeon master), but he was still a little worried about having a negative reaction. Eddie had insisted that that one time was because he had been a moron and not because of anything wrong with the powder itself. Steve eventually agreed he was probably right, and he had gotten off enough times to his boyfriend’s reaction to the stuff that it was only fair he try it himself.

He'd snorted a small, pea-sized amount of powder, and leaned back where he perched on his boyfriend’s lap, waiting for the magical stuff to take over. Said metalhead looked up with eyes practically boring into him with lust, gripping his hips tightly in anticipation for what they both hoped would be a lengthy and violent reaction. Unfortunately, Steve had only sneezed once, a throaty and tortured “HARRRSHHHUU!!!” left hanging between them before he had hissed in pain and clutched at his face.

30 minutes later, after an intense nasal irrigation operation involving a nettie pot and their bathroom sink, Steve leant forward, bleary-eyed and exhausted with a concerned Eddie rubbing his back and pressing kisses to his shoulder blades. Eddie had been devastated, blaming himself completely for Steve’s unfortunate reaction, which Steve had repeatedly assured him was not his fault. They’d called it quits for the evening, neither of them feeling like fooling around anymore. They’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms watching some dumb 80s slasher movie, and in the morning Steve had sworn off the chhinkni for life.

Which was why he was currently eyeing the distinctive little vial with undisguised distaste. But Eddie seemed adamant that he try it, and he had to admit his resolve was steadily wavering.

“You know, before our little…community discovered this stuff, it was made specifically to ease congestion from colds. It’s literal cold medicine, Steve.”

Steve scoffed at that. Eddie pointedly ignored him.

“I mean, dude – I know you had a bad time before, but that was when you weren’t already stuffed the fuck up. It shouldn’t burn – honestly, I’m not even sure you’ll feel anything right now. Your airways are totally blocked.”

Steve supposed he had a point.

“But if my airways are blocked, will it even do anything?”

Eddie smiled encouragingly at him, eyes glittering and making it impossible for Steve to look anywhere but at his boyfriend.

“Only one way to find out, big boy.”

Steve sighed. Okay. He was going to do this – for Eddie, he told himself. He honestly wasn’t sure he could feel much worse than he did in this moment. Even if he experienced a little bit of burning, it might at least make his nose run enough that he’d be able to actually blow it.

“…Fine. I’ll snort some.”

Eddie’s entire body seemed to both slump in relief whilst simultaneously beginning to buzz with anticipation. Steve could tell he was trying his best not to look too eager and was failing magnificently. He was such a dork. Steve’s heart leapt in his chest a little, out of both adoration for Eddie and a kind of twisted excitement at what he was about to do. He hoped he would sneeze. He hoped it would actually be a productive affair. He hoped Eddie would like it.

“Oh my god, finally!”

Eddie sighed dramatically and Steve couldn’t help but chuckle a little. Perhaps it was the angle at which he was sat, the timbre of the laugh vibrating against his irritated sinuses, an errant cold-induced tickle – maybe all three – but it was with a sudden and pressing urgency that he realised he very much needed to sneeze. He sucked in a desperate gasp to fuel his release, reddened nostrils flaring angrily.

“AEEESHHH!! TIISSSHHH!! HAH’TSSSSHHH’UU!!” He aimed the sneezes lazily at an upraised hand, smirking a little as he wound down from them at the unmistakable sound of Eddie moaning and the sensation of his body sitting up ramrod straight beside him. He looked at his boyfriend through heavy-lidded eyes.

“’Scuse me. Tickled.”

Eddie, blushing a particularly pretty pink, cursed before laughing breathlessly.

“Getting a head-start, Harrington?” He chuckled as he twisted the cap off the small container.

“Just giving you a preview, Munson.” He teased, then laughed as Eddie lurched forward to press tiny kisses all over his face.

“Just hope this works for you. My poor, stuffy baby.” Eddie crooned as he sat back with the vial.

Steve watched as his boyfriend lifted the open container up to his own nose before taking a deep inhale through flared nostrils. The effect was almost instantaneous. Eddie shook with a fierce fit of irritated sneezes, aimed at Steve’s duvet-covered lap.

“Ehdd’tchu! Ngxt’chiew! Ts’zieww! H’tchu! HEH! ENGXT’tchiiewww!!”

He shook his long curls back from his face and grinned up at Steve, eyes twinkling.

“Whew! That felt so good. Stuff’s still strong as ever.” He rubbed his nostrils roughly with the knuckle of a crooked forefinger. Steve shuddered at the pleasant thrum of arousal the little fit and Eddie’s teasing comment produced.

“Bless you, Eds. You’re so fucking hot, baby. Now hurry up and put me out of my misery.”

Eddie smirked at him, looking as devilishly cheeky as he always did when he successfully turned Steve on.

“Your wish is my command.”

With practiced caution, the older man shook a small amount of powder onto the webbing of skin between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand. Holding the hand steady, he placed the open vial on their nightstand and looked up at Steve, undisguised excitement burning in his chocolate eyes.

“Ready, Stevie?”

Steve hummed an affirmative and leaned forward. Eddie guided his hand up to the younger man’s face and held it there, resting his thumb and fingers on Steve’s cheeks. Steve gingerly pressed his nostrils to his boyfriend’s hand, hesitating for just a moment before inhaling forcefully through his nose, sniffing up the powder. Steve was too focused on the sensation to notice Eddie shaking slightly in response to the former jock’s warm, damp nostrils gently suctioning at his skin.

Steve leaned back, sniffing experimentally. Eddie had been right – he was, in fact, so stuffed up he couldn’t even make out the scent of menthol. It didn’t seem to be doing much of anything, but he’d rather that than the burning. Eddie was watching him keenly, almost without breathing. Steve snuffled again – absolutely nothing.

Feeling almost as if he’d let his boyfriend down, he opened his mouth to speak –

“HAHHYISSSSHIEWW!!!”

And sneezed instead.

Both men jumped, absolutely blindsided by the thunderous sneeze. Steve had been forced forward with the cringing effort of it, Eddie reaching out to steady him by the shoulder instinctively even as he felt the spray settle on his face.

“Jesus H Christ, Steve!”

Eddie felt his cock throb in his jeans which were suddenly all too tight, ears ringing. His eyes scanned Steve’s face, took in his crumpled expression, looking every bit as ruined as he himself felt. Steve let out a sound between a shaky exhale and a whimper and attempted to maintain eye contact with him, despite the tickle forcing his eyes slowly shut.

“S-sorr-ih-HIHH-!! HAEGGSHOOO!!”

Eddie’s eyes fluttered shut as another mist of spray burst across his cheeks and lips.

“Bless you, honey. No sorry, love, it’s okay - are you okay?”

Steve nodded, squinting against the tickle. God, it didn’t burn but it buzzed, a ticklish sensation taking root at the base of his nostrils and seeming to pulse out in waves across the centre of his face. It was so intense, but not quite enough, the fit he’d been hoping for just out of reach.

“I’m – I’m okay….God, Eddie, it tickles so much but I c-can’t-!”

He cut himself off with another huge inhale that left him just as quickly as it culminated. He shook his head gently, tears prickling at the corner of his eyes.

“Ugh. False start.”

“…Mmf.”

Steve watched his boyfriend squirm, squeezing his legs together. He wasn’t sure if Eddie was attempting to calm his erection or was seeking further stimulation. He smiled – or his lips attempted to curve into one despite the tickle teasing his sensitive nostrils. He felt a little ridiculous given the circumstances, but he’d long abandoned any feelings of genuine embarrassment regarding his pre-sneeze expressions – around Eddie, at least. The first time he had shyly attempted to duck away into his shirt collar to hide an openly tortured grimace, Eddie had softly pulled his chin up to watch every little detail as he fell to pieces in front of him.

Steve sniffled forcefully, hoping the action would spark up a tickle strong enough to send him over the edge again, but all he earned for his efforts was a quick flurry of angry coughs. This was so unbelievably frustrating – he had sneezed with no indication he was about to at all, but now felt as though he was trapped in an endless purgatory of fruitless buildups. The tickle buzzed so terribly that his eyes were leaking tears of bitter irritation down his face. He whined, feeling the older man rubbing his shoulder encouragingly.

“Eddie…”

“Yeah, Stevie?”

“It won’t-! HH!!....I can’t-!! HAHDDT-!! Ohhh….”

He groaned in frustration as the tickle teased him, taking him right to the edge before cruelly denying him any release. He heard Eddie mutter under his breath. He gasped his way into another buildup with the same result.

“Ok, I think you might need some – manual intervention.”

Eddie squeezed his shoulder before rooting around in their nightstand drawer. Steve watched as well as he could through the blur of tears as his boyfriend emerged with a clothes tag gripped triumphantly between a thumb and forefinger.

“How’s this, baby? Gonna let me tickle those sneezes out for you?”

Steve nodded after another particularly desperate false start.

“Please.”

Eddie wasted no time in tilting Steve’s head back, exposing his twitching nostrils for easier access. The older man clucked his tongue as he took in the swollen interior of them.

“God, honey, this is such a nasty cold you’ve caught….”

Steve whined impatiently. Message more than received, Eddie slipped the end of the tag into his right nostril, prodding and twisting insistently, almost as desperate for Steve to sneeze as the younger man himself. For two minutes thereafter, Steve continued to gasp uselessly. Eddie chewed at his bottom lip, trying to ignore the prickle of concern as his boyfriend seemed trapped in an endless loop of hitch, gasp, exhale, repeat.

In a last-ditch effort, Eddie switched the tag to his left nostril. Only a few prods later and Steve felt his breath scissor, this time more deeply, and he just knew that he was going to sneeze. Eddie seemed to notice the difference and pushed the tag deeper, pressed up harder. With one final inhale that filled his straining chest to capacity, Steve hovered momentarily on the precipice of release before mercifully, finally pitching forward with the resulting paroxysm.

“HAHGK’TISSSSHHH’IEWW!!!”

He moaned in relief, luxuriating in the shiver that most powerful sneeze sent down his body as it rocked though him. The tickle flared again, and the process repeated.

“TISSSSHH’IEEW!! ITSCHHHH’IEWW!! HAEESSHHHOOO!!”

He felt Eddie’s arms reaching out to support him, heard him muttering words of encouragement.

“There you go, baby. Bless you – Bless you!”

Steve shuddered, the undeniable pleasure of sneezing openly after such a long buildup combined with Eddie’s loving words in his ear leaving his head swimming.

“I ca’hannt s-stop-!! Hah-!! Hah-HEH!! Hh-HH-HEHhh!! HRRRSHH’IEWWW!!”

With that latest sneeze, Steve felt the congestion shift, blessedly loosening and starting to hang in thick strands from his flared nostrils. He blindly fumbled to raise a hand to cup around his mouth and nose, knowing the rest of his fit would be heavily productive. He felt Eddie lower his hand to the duvet and tenderly press his own tissue-clad palm up to his trembling mouth.

“It’s okay, Stevie, I’ve got you.”

Steve bucked forward immediately into the protective cover of the tissues, another colossal sneeze tearing at his throat.

“HEEEEIGGXXSSHHHHhhh!!”

It was intensely messy, filling the tissues as the result of his cold burst out into the folds. Luckily, Eddie didn’t miss a beat, and expertly switched the bundle for a new one, wiping Steve’s nostrils clean as he went. Steve could do nothing but sneeze and sneeze, thinking he was done before another tickle would pitch him forward helplessly, eventually ending up almost entirely in his boyfriend’s lap.

A brief pause left Steve panting against Eddie’s palm. He had lost track of how many times he’d sneezed, but he knew he wasn’t done. The interrupted tickle threatened to simmer down into that dissatisfying, torturous buzz once again - Steve groaned and desperately rubbed his tingling nose into the tissues, nostrils flared wide. He felt the familiar tickle of his boyfriend’s fringe brush against his forehead before the welcoming sensation of Eddie’s lips pressed against the bridge of his nose. Eddie hummed, and the vibration of it teased the tickle back into fruition.

“H-hohh Goddd-!! HAAHHH’TSHHHH!! TISSSSHHH’IEWWW!! HARRRESHOOO!! HHH’RISHHHH!!!”

Steve erupted, each sneeze seeming to vibrate in the air of the room, the sheer volume of them almost deafening. He almost felt as if he would make himself jump had he not known exactly when he was going to sneeze.

After another few minutes, he at last felt the sneezes beginning to wind down. He sat back, mouth hanging open, tongue pressing itself insistently against his bottom lip in an attempt to usher in the remaining tickle. He felt Eddie pressing soft kisses to his forehead, across his closed eyelids, over his cheeks. The metalhead reached up, tissue in hand, and rubbed the tip of Steve’s nose in a circular motion to encourage the sneeze, tracing the arches of the younger man’s damp, flared nostrils. With a final jiggle applied to his septum, Steve sucked in one last, huge breath and leaned into the sneeze for all it was worth.

“HADDT-!!! HAAHHH’GIITTTTSH’IIEWWwww!!!”

He moaned in the aftermath, limbs tingling and head throbbing, though not unpleasantly. Slumping into Eddie’s embrace, he focused on the sensation of his boyfriend’s warm hand stroking up and down his trembling back, snuffling wetly into the tissues pressed to his face.

“Blow for me, love?”

Eddie held the tissues securely around his nose, and Steve felt a flutter of relief in his chest when he was able to blow productively into them. He paused to allow Eddie time to switch the tissues before going several more times, the older man pressing kisses to the top of his head.

Finished, he slumped back against his pillows, shaking like a leaf but feeling better than he had all day. Eddie swiped at his nostrils a few more times before leaning forward and capturing Steve’s mouth in a deep kiss. Steve was the first to break away, coughing convulsively into Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie hummed in sympathy, patting his back.

“Sorry, man. Got carried away.”

He chuckled apologetically, wiping the younger man’s bottom lip clean of moisture.

“S’okay.”

Steve reached out and twirled a lock of Eddie’s curly hair around his finger. He took in the ravenous expression on his boyfriend’s face, the deep flush that spread across his cheeks. He was panting almost as much as Steve had after coughing up half a lung. The former jock let his eyes drop to the tent in Eddie’s jeans, almost comically erect. He smirked.

“You could have touched yourself, dude.”

Eddie laughed breathily, reaching down to unbuckle his belt.

“Had to look after you. Nearly came a couple of times, honestly. That was fucking impressive, Harrington. Mind if I-?”

“Please. I want to watch you.”

Eddie exhaled shakily, nodding his head and shimmying his tight black jeans and underwear down his thighs. He licked his palms a couple of times – pointless, really, given how wet the tip of his cock already was – and wrapped it around the throbbing shaft. Steve hummed in appreciation, taking in the hardness and almost bruised colour of the phallus. The older man was right on the edge of orgasm. He sniffled and watched in satisfaction as Eddie’s cock twitched in response.

“You’re so – hah – incredible, Steve-“

Eddie started to stroke himself in earnest, his free hand clutching the bed covers as he gazed into Steve’s eyes.

“You had – fuck! – such a tickle, baby…”

Steve sighed, purposely exaggerating the sound of it into a semi-orgasmic moan for his boyfriend’s benefit. Eddie’s breath hitched, his cock throbbing and dripping precum down his knuckles. Steve felt his own cock twitch half-heartedly in response. The sneezing fit had left him shattered, far too tired to touch himself, but he could still feel the steady pulse of his own arousal thrumming through him in response to the sight of his boyfriend working his gorgeous cock.

Just because he was too tired to have an orgasm didn’t mean he couldn’t help Eddie with one of his own.

“Such a tickle. Felt so good to sneeze, Eds. Wanted to sneeze for you.”

Eddie cursed and reached frantically for one of Steve’s used tissues, burying the head of his cock into the damp folds.

“Did you like it, baby? When I sneezed into your hands? I know you wanted it all over your cock the most. Drenching you with my spray.”

He knew that would do it. He nestled back into the pillow with a satisfied sniff, watching Eddie’s back arch as his climax rushed over him. The orgasm looked intensely gratifying, the metalhead’s face a rictus of ecstasy, cock jumping in his palm and filling the sticky tissue with his cum. Sighing happily when his climax abated, the older man sat in place for a moment before tossing the ruined tissue aside and lifting his arms over his head in a full body stretch. He reached for the glass of water on their nightstand and held it to Steve’s lips, urging him to drink before taking a swig of his own.

“Holy shit, Harrington. You’re gonna kill me one day.”

The dungeon master shucked off his jeans before pulling his shirt off over his head.

“Mind if I get into bed with you?”

“Mmmn…”

“’Mmmn’?”

“You’re gonna get sick.”

Eddie crawled up his body and planted a hand firmly on either side of his head. Steve grinned up at him, feeling loopy with exhaustion.

“Steve, baby, light of my life, if this is an actual, genuine concern of yours at this present moment, I hate to be the one to break it to you. But if there was any chance of preventing my catching this fucking plague you have brought unto our household, that was before you sneezed in my mouth when I went in for a kiss this morning.”

Steve giggled.

“Whoops.”

“’Whoops’, he says. If that wasn’t enough, sweetheart, those last fifty sneezes really sealed the deal.”

“Wasn’t…f’fty….”

Steve felt himself starting to drift off.

“Gonna sleep, champ?”

“Mmm…”

He nuzzled into Eddie’s palm where it cupped his cheek.

“Okay. You’ve definitely earned it. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

He could hear the smile in his boyfriend’s voice.

“Mm’L’ve you…”

“Love you too, baby.”

#i added a little bit of sneezing from e/ddie #as a treat <3 #nametakenfic #s/tranger t/hings #snz kink #snzblr #snzfucker #snz fet #sneezefic #sneeze kink

[skuzzzii]

Allergy season

with a sneezy driver Eddie and a worried and flustered passenger Princess Steve.

It was a typical day in Hawkins, the boyfriends were planning to go to the countryside.

" Babe How much longer?" Eddie asked leaning against the door frame of their bathroom as he watched his boyfriend style his perfect hair for the 100th time.

" 5 more minutes " Steve replied and continued what he was doing. "But Stevie, you said that 10 minutes ago " Eddie whined and rubbed a finger across his nose.

" But I need more time," Steve said while looking at Eddie through the mirror. He could see a pre-sneeze expression form on his face and in a second-

"HHehxxt, Heexxtchuu...heh..HEHhhtschuu " Eddie doubled over with his fit, his head nearly hitting the door frame.

"Bless you.... bless you, another bless you," Steve said out of habit.

"Thank you, Thank you, thank you " Eddie replied sniffling uncontrollably.

" Did you take the antihistamine, Ed ?" Steve asked worriedly, Eddie had been sneezing all morning, at least the pill could help him with the allergies.

"I ..snf.just took..snff ..one " Eddie sniffled and snuffled.

"here, Blow " Steve said as he passed a bunch of tissues to his boyfriend.

Eddie did as he said so and dumped them in the trash can.

" feel good? " Steve asked looking at him with hope. " yess a lot better" Eddie agreed, his nose was kind of clear now, compared to the congestion he had a few hours back.

"great now wait 5 more minutes," Steve said grinning.

"Fine, I'll start the car, you can come whenever you want " Eddie sighed turning back to leave. Steve caught his hand and pulled him back, "Hey don't be like that I'm coming " Steve said as he kissed Eddie's lips.

" ill be waiting and if you're not there in 5, I'm leaving " Eddie teased making Steve chuckle.

Eddie's POV

Eddie walked outside towards the car, the weather was good but he couldn't say the same about his allergies though, his nose had started itching and he had this immense tickle growing, " HHettchuu, HHHexxhch, hhehcchhui Ugh that felt good" he mumbled under his breath as he got into the car.

After about 5 minutes exactly, Steve walked outside the house closing the door behind him, He looked amazing.

" On Time? " He asked as He got in. " On Time " Eddie replied kissing his lover.

" So where do you wanna go, " Eddie asked as he started the car and pulled it out of the driveway." Can we get Starbucks?" Steve asked. " as you say, love" Eddie replied as he derived towards the nearest store.

As Steve went through his phone searching for good music to play, Eddie sniffled as he felt his nose tickle again.

" What about Highway to Hell?" Steve asked as he shuffled through more options.

Eddie opened his mouth and closed it again. Steve saw that and was a little confused.

"What?"

" hmm, What?"

"You were going to say something, what is it?"

" Nothing, I was going to sneeze"

" Oh sneeze then " Steve prodded while Eddie removed his hand that was on Steve's lap and held it covering his nose.

" Hexxtxhu, hhexxcht, hhhetschu...umm excuse me" Eddie sneezed into his elbow.

" God Bless you, sweetheart, " Steve said grinning, earning a thigh squeeze from Eddie.

" Thanks, babe " Eddie replied and scrubbed his nose roughly.

"tissue?" Steve asked, " yes please " Eddie replied softly.

They Pulled up at Starbucks and went into the drive-thru.

" The usual? " Eddie asked Steve who nodded in return. " you?" Steve asked to which Eddie replied " I'll get lavender tea today " Steve hummed at his choice. He loved lavender tea as well.

As their turn arrived, Eddie's allergies were acting up again. He stifled a quiet sneeze into his sleeve. "heexxt" Steve glanced at his boyfriend and muttered a bless you while rubbing his back.

" Good Morning, May I get your order," A lady's voice was heard from the speaker. Eddie could feel a sneeze coming but he had to order.

" Umm yes, Do you guys..h--hhhave -hh llhlavender--heh-tea- hheexttchu..excuse me" Eddie sneezed down towards his lap.

"Bless," Steve said, a hand on Eddie's back.

" oh bless you, sir, yes we have lavender tea, what size do you want?"

"I-hheh..hehxchu .. Scuse me" Eddie sneezed again and he felt the tears rolling down his eyes.

" We'll have a tall, please and a grande mocha latte " Steve continued while looking extremely worried for his boyfriend.

"anything else sir?" the lady asked." No that's it "Steve replied.

" Okay your order will be ready -"

"Heexhuu" Eddie sneezed uncovered towards his lap as Steve took a packet of tissues out from the compartment and handed them to his partner.

"Bless you! dear god..it will be ready shortly " she said surprised.

"Ugh..that was embarrassing," Eddie mumbled as he hid himself behind his tissues. They had driven heading and were waiting in line for their order.

" she'll understand. Are you alright, tho? , those sounded very painful, love." Steve mumbled as he uncovered Eddie's hands from his face.

" My allergies are killing me this year " Eddie whined and rubbed a tired hand across his face.

"aww, you know what let's go home after this " Steve said making Eddie surprised. " what?" but we were supposed to go the countryside" Eddie replied nosily.

"I know but you don't sound very good today babe" Steve caressed Eddie's face softly feeling Eddie lean towards his gentle touch.

As their turn came, eddie drove towards the service window.

" One tall lavender tea and a grande mocha latte " it sounded like the lady who was at the speaker.

" Yes that's us " Steve replied as he took the order from her and payed her the money.

" hexxhu" Eddie sneezed tiredly facing away.

She looked at him in concern Steve smiled at her and replied her with " allergies ".

" Oh bless you sir, the pollen count is very high today , please take care " she chimed with a small smile.

Eddie smiled back at her ,nodding.

" I will ,have a great day!" He said as they drove off to the parking lot where Eddie parked.

" you okay love ? " Steve asked while rubbing a hand over his boyfriend's back. His eyes seemed red.

" I am " Eddie rubbed them and sniffled.

" Here it'll help" Steve prodded the tea towards Eddie who took it gratefully.

" careful it's hot " Steve cautioned the metalhead.

Eddie blew on it and had a sip. He sighed in relief.

" like it? " Steve asked to which Eddie nodded taking another sip.

" I feel better " he said swallowing the tea.

" That's good to hear baby now let's shift. I'll drive " Steve said as he opened the door.

" What no I'm driving " Eddie argued like a small child.

" no baby you're drinking your tea and I am " Steve said.

" I.. hexchuu..hhetchi..iitchu " Eddie sneezed into his folded elbow.

" Yes? " Steve asked smirking.

" nothing " Eddie sniffed and moved to the passenger seat while Steve sat on his place.

" ready to go? " Steve asked as he got the belt around himself and his boyfriend.

" yepp " Eddie said leaning against the head redt tired as his eyes felt droopy .

" sleep baby ill wake you up when we get there " Steve said squeezing Eddie's thigh.

He looked over and found his partner already asleep. He giggled and started driving back home.

#sneeze kink #sneeze #steve x eddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things

[softsnzstuff]

Be Careful What You Wish For

Fandom: Stranger Things, (Streamer AU)

Summary: Steve and Eddie get invited to a corporate Christmas party. When Eddie complains because steve got sick and gets out of it, steve offers to give Eddie his cold. (Both have the kink)

CW: mess, contagion

Word Count: 2.3k

*****

“Noooooo! No no no no!” Eddie yelled dramatically as he ran down the apartment hallway with the mail.

“What?? What happened?!” Steve asked, panicked.

“Murray’s Christmas Party invite came in.”

“Jesus Christ Eddie, you made it sound like something was on fire! What’s so bad about Murray and a Christmas party?”

Eddie shot Steve a look, “It’s the corporate Christmas party. The one where we’re supposed to mingle with executives and other ‘influencers’?? I don’t want to go to that.”

Steve sighed, coughing into his shoulder, “Ugh, I don’t either. When is it?”

“Friday night.” Eddie rolled his eyes.

“That’s like… days away?! Thanks for the short notice Murray.”

“Did you really expect anything different?”

“No.”

Murray, their talent manager, was great! He always hooked them up with the best gigs, promotional events, and knew how to interact with fans. His methods, on the other hand, we’re sporadic in nature and very spontaneous usually.

“Does it say anything about a dress code?” Steve asked. “I don’t want to show up under or overdressed.”

Eddie flicked the card, smiling annoyedly, “Not a damn thing, sweetheart. We can call him tomorrow I guess.”

---

Steve woke up to a persistent tickle in his nose and a sore throat. He sniffled to try and relieve the itch, but ended up having the opposite effect.

“HAESSHIEW!” Shit he didn’t want to wake up Eddie. He clamped a hand over his nose, “HNGSSHUU!”

Eddie’s eyes shot open and he immediately rolled over to face Steve, his interest piqued. He tried to hold back a lustful smirk as he asked, “You getting sick Stevie? Those didn’t sound like your regular sneezes.”

Steve sniffled thickly, “I feel a bit sick, yeah.”

“Aww. Poor baby.” Eddie dramatically pouted, poking Steve’s nose. “I’ll make you some tea!”

The older man got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth and pee before putting on some water to boil.

Steve took it upon himself to call Murray and ask about the dress code while Eddie was putting around in the kitchen.

Eddie wasn’t a huge tea person himself, but he knew what kind Steve liked when he wasn’t feeling well. He smiled to himself as he leaned against the counter, waiting for the water to boil. He could hear Steve’s muffled coughs and sniffles from the other room.

A few minutes had passed, the water boiled and the tea was steeped. Eddie carried the mug back towards the bedroom. Steve was propped up in bed now, on his phone.

“Thanks Eddie.” He said as he took the mug from his partner. “Murray says you should wear nice pants, a sports coat and preferably some kind of nice shirt.”

“Ughhh gross- wait. What about you? What are you wearing?”

Steve hesitated for a second, “I’m not going. Murray said he doesn’t want me there if I’m sick because it’s gross.”

He waited for his boyfriend to pick his jaw up off the floor. “Are you serious?? I certainly don’t want to go alone!”

“Chrissy and the girls will be there too!” Steve tried to offer.

“No it’s not the same.” Eddie mumbled, swinging open their shared closet to browse. as he rifled through the clothes he complained, “You’re so lucky you don’t have to go Steve. You always get sick. Just this once I wish it was me…”

“I mean…” Steve started.

Eddie turned around, “What?”

Steve blushed a little, “I could give you my cold…if that’s what you want. I feel pretty sneezy today anyways…”

A huge grin plastered itself to Eddie’s face. “Aww does your nose tickle?”

“Mmhmm. Can you hehh hand me your hih sweatshirt?”

Eddie grabbed the hoodie that was hanging on the back of a chair and passed it to Steve. The younger man grabbed it just in time to hold it in front of his face.

“H’iTZsssiew! … isssHIEW! TSHuhEW!”

As the sneezes tumbled out of him, he rotated the sweatshirt so that he made sure he got most of it.

“Bless you!” Steve handed the hoodie back to Eddie who graciously accepted, putting it on immediately.

Steve closed his eyes, hand fanning his face, “Wait come here!”

Eddie jumped onto the bed next to Steve, who grabbed Eddie by the collar as he pitched forward aiming at Eddie’s stomach.

“iiSSSSHew! TisssHUU!”

He froze, a few droplets of mess dripping from his nose into Eddie’s lap. The long haired man gently used his left hand to lift Steve’s chin, using the sleeve of his right hand to wipe away additional mess from his nose.

“You’re so hot Steve.” He said, pulling him in for a kiss. Eddie could feel Steve’s damp nostrils rubbing against his cheek as they made out.

After 30 seconds or so, Steve had to pull back, nostrils flaring. Without even trying to cover, he turned his head slightly to the side.

“H’eTSHuhew!” Eddie twitched as he felt the mist land on the side of his neck.

“Don’t turn away Steve. I’m trying to catch this, remember?”

Steve, who was pretty sure this was all just a wet dream, closed his eyes as Eddie leaned in close using his pointer finger to gently tap at Steve’s nose.

“Sneeze on me Steve.” He whispered.

Steve moaned, half out of pleasure and half from the buildup to the impending sneeze. Eddie positioned himself right in front of Steve, watching the man’s red and glistening nostrils flare with irritation.

“Eddie I Hihh I’m gonna H’ESSSSHiew! Hi-KSHTew! iiSSSHuhew!”

Eddie leaned back, moaning with desire as Steve misted his face and neck. He licked his lips and kissed Steve again.

Steve pulled a handful of tissues from the table on his side of the bed and gave a crackling nose blow. Eddie smiled, staring at Steve as he cleaned himself up, his face suddenly going slack.

“You okay there Stevie?”

As if suddenly realizing, Steve grabbed Eddie’s pillow from behind him and pressed it to his face. “HEH-IKSHEW! … h’MPTCHiew!!”

Sniffling soupily, he held the pillow out to Eddie, damp spots covering it. Eddie grinned and put the pillow down, laying his face on it.

“C’mere Steve.”

The younger man lay down as well, snuggling up close to Eddie. He rested his head on Eddie’s arm. The sneezing fit had loosened some congestion and made his nose run. Every few minutes, Eddie would reach down with his bare hands and wipe away the mess gathering at the corner of Steve’s nose.

When the sniffling became more persistent, the younger man would nuzzle into Eddie’s chest, wiping his nose on his shirt.

They lay together, sharing Steve’s tea and watching tv until Eddie had to get up to make them lunch.

---

Eddie was feeling pretty good that evening. He was almost certain to catch Steves cold, which is exactly what he wanted until Steve trudged into the kitchen that evening while Eddie was making soup.

“Eds?” He rasped, “I don’t think this is just a cold. I feel like shit.”

Eddie turned around. Steve was in pajama pants and a white tee. It was the flushed cheeks that caught Eddie’s attention. the older man touched his forehead and then moved his hand down to Steve’s cheek. They did feel a little warmer than usual.

“Shit. I think you’re right.” Eddie frowned, pulling Steve into a hug.

“I’m sorry Eddie.” Steve mumbled into Eddie’s shoulder.

“Don’t be sorry. Why are you sorry?”

“Because I already probably gave you whatever I have.”

Aw fuck. That’s right.

Not wanting Steve to feel bad, he put on a smile. “It’s okay Steve. That’s what I wanted. Maybe I’ll get lucky and avoid it after all.”

Eddie wasn’t stupid. He knew that was a blatant lie. He was bound to get this bug eventually. While it seemed like a bad cold for Steve, Eddie also knew that he didn’t get sick nearly as often as his partner. If he ended up getting it, he was sure it would knock him on his ass.

---

Come Friday, Eddie had his answer. It was 4am when he woke up, throat aching, head pounding, and stuffed up. He passed to the bathroom, turning the light on only after the door was closed so he wouldn’t wake Steve.

A shiver ran down his spine making him run at his arms. He took a moment to look at his reflection in the mirror, a pale and tired version of himself staring back.

“IxxCHU! NxxxT! NG’xxTCH! guh…”he blew his nose into some toilet paper and washed his hands before heading back to bed, waiting for sleep or illness to overtake him.

Steve was up and about by 9am. He made himself some toast and eggs while he checked emails on his phone. By the time ten o’clock rolled around, he realized it was odd for Eddie to not be up yet.

Some muffled but harsh sounding coughs coming from the bedroom had Steve on his feet in no time.

Eddie was still laying on his side, eyes closed. He looked paler than normal. Steve knelt down next to the bed and ran a gentle hand through his boyfriends hair, pausing and frowning at the heat radiating off him.

“Eds? You feel really warm. Are you okay?”

The older man didn’t open his eyes - only shook his head no.

“What’s wrong?”

Eddie opened his mouth to answer but instead barked a cough that he tried to cover. “Throat hurts. Achy. Cold. SNF sneezy.”

“I’m sorry baby. I’m going to grab the thermometer really quick.”

Eddie nodded. Steve got up and rummaged through the bathroom cabinet. He took the cap off the plastic instrument and rinsed it off before bringing it back into the bedroom.

When he got back, Eddie’s nostrils were flaring.

“H’iKSHT! Heh-itSCHU! ehhTSCH! Snff iiKSHuh’ue!”

Too tired to move or cover, he sneezed openly across his pillow case. He lifted the collar of his shirt up and used it to pinch away the tendrils of mess that were previously there. Steve grimaced, “Eddie… there’s tissues right there.”

“Too far…” he groaned. Steve’s frown deepened. He hadn’t ever seen Eddie this out of it.

He passed the box to his boyfriend, who cradled it like a teddy bear while steve slipped the thermometer in his mouth. The younger man dialed a number on his phone.

“Hey Murray. Yeah sorry, Eddie’s not going to make it either. He woke up sicker than me…… Mmhmm fever and everything.”

The device beeped and Steve took it out. “101.5°. Yeah he’s down for the count…”

It was at this moment, Eddie let out a particularly wet and sick sounding sneeze. “H’iiKSHuhew! snlorff.”

There was a pause while Steve listened to Murray on the other end of the line.

“Yeah that was him; bless you Eddie.” He said, covering the phone to bless his boyfriend. Eddie just nodded, wiping his nose along the back of his hand.

“So sorry! We’ll be at the next one. Okay bye.”

Steve hung up the phone. “So good news is we don’t have to go to that corporate party tonight!” Steve tried to seem cheery. “Do you want anything to eat?”

Eddie shook his head, “N’do. Just wadda lay here forever. Can we just cuddle?”

Steve softened. “Yeah baby, we can cuddle.”

He crawled under the sheets, sitting up while Eddie rested against his chest. His soft congested snores punctuating the cooking show Steve had put on for himself.

---

After three episodes of Master Chef Jr, Steve must have dozed off because next thing he knows, it’s 4:30pm. He blinks away the sleep and looks around.

The tv is on the “are you still there?” screen and Eddie is still sleeping, cheeks flushed and a sheen of sweat on his forehead. There’s a small damp spot on the pillow where his nose is undoubtedly leaking without his knowing.

Another buzz reminds him why he woke up in the first place. His phone is ringing. He picks it up and sees Chrissy’s picture illuminating the screen. FaceTime.

He clicks the green answer button and suddenly the screen fills with his face and hers.

“Hey Chrissy.” He says in a hushed voice, looking over at Eddie who started to stir.

“Hey, Robin told me you guys aren’t coming to the event tonight? I was just going to ask what you were wearing so I could color coordinate.”

Steve coughed to the side, “Yeah sorry, we’re both sick - Eddie more so than me at this point.”

Chrissy frowned as the brunette turned the phone around to show Eddie. Suddenly, his face scrunched up as he pulled the blankets up to cover his nose.

“iiTCHuhew! H’eKSHTiew! snlrff H’MPTscht!”

“Bless you bub.” Chrissy said sympathetically.

The older man looked up from behind the (now slightly damp) blankets, “Hi Chris. Sorry about m’bissi’g tonight.”

“It’s okay! You sound awful. Probably for the best you two stay home and rest. Have you been like that all day?”

“Pretty m’buch.” Eddie coughed into his sleeve before rolling over to blow his nose.

Steve turned the phone back towards himself while Chrissy virtually took him to the closet. “So I’m wearing this red dress. Do you think white fluffy sweater or black overcoat?”

“Fluffy sweater definitely.” Steve nodded, giving her a thumbs up. “Eds?”

Eddie turned to look, tissues still pressed against his nose. “SNF I agree. Fluffy sweater- ih’GTCHuu! snorff Christ!”

“Okay, thanks boys. I’ll let you guys rest now.”

“Bye Chrissy!”

The rest of the evening would be filled with texts from Robin, Nancy and Chrissy about how Murray got a little drunk and started dancing the Macarena to Last Christmas as well as tipsy photos from them as they made their way through the night talking to other businesspeople.

“Maybe next year we should just go.” Steve mentioned to Eddie as they looked at the pictures together.

“Couldn’t agree more.” Eddie said, “This bug sucks. Guess I’ll have to be more careful what I wish for.”

#s/tranger t/hings #streamer AU #e/ddie m/unson #s/teve h/arrington #steddiesnz #snz kink #snzblr #sickfic #snzfic #sneezing #illness #cw: mess #contagion #cold sharing #kb writes #streamer!eddie #streamer!steve

[hockeynoses]

hi! could we possibly get more messy steve? maybe he has a cold and is experiencing allergies on top of it? you don’t have to write this if you don’t want to, i’m just obsessed with your work honestly ❤️

Title: Smokin’ in the Boys’ Room

Summary: Steve’s at school with a bad cold. A classmate has some perfume that he’s allergic to, and he has to escape to the bathroom to snz his head off in peace. Turns out, Eddie is skipping class and is already in the stall next to him.

Rating: 18+. Only one mention of below-the-belt stuff. Eddie has the kink.

Length: 2.7k.

Warnings: Mess! (What the prompt says.) 😈

Notes: I had this idea of a pre-canon Steddie where they’re both still in high school. This characterization of Steve goes directly against what I wrote in my other fic where he’s totally fine snzing in front of classmates. This version probably makes more sense. 😅

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Although he and his friends usually sat in the back of the classroom, Steve was especially grateful for it today. He’s hoping the other students will keep their eyes to themselves and not have a reason to pay him any particular attention.  Unfortunately, he’s in the midst of a terrible head cold, and his dad had drilled into him that taking sick days was a weakness. So here he is in the back of the class, trying not to turn into a sneezy mess.

He feels disgusting. He’s doing his best to hide his illness from the other students and not attract any unwanted attention. A tough feat, when his nose is bright pink and he’s so stuffed up that he has to breathe through his mouth. It’s not a good look. Too frequently, he has to attempt to sniff up the congestion in his nose, clogged and squeaking. His sinuses are practically throbbing at this point, but he doesn’t want to blow his nose in front of the class. He can only imagine how gross and embarrassing that would be. No, he has an image to uphold.

He's trying to stifle any sneezes that happen to sneak their way out. The small packet of tissues he’d brought with him is almost empty, and he doesn’t know what he’s going to do when they run out.  At least with those, he has something to wipe his nose with other than his sleeve or his hand. He’s counting down the minutes until he can escape to go blow his nose in the bathroom, or anywhere with a modicum of privacy. Tommy and Carol are being chill for now, but he doesn’t want to press his luck and have them start in on him for being a plague rat.

His thoughts are interrupted by the telltale tingle in his sinuses, and he has just enough time to get a tissue from the packet and muffle a sudden “K’nxxgt!” into it. Giving the tiniest blow, he’s still dismayed by how messy it is, wiping his nostrils clean and stuffing the wet tissue in his pocket.

For the last half hour of class, they’re given time to work on their group project. “Working” is a strong word to describe what’s actually happening. They’re mostly just messing around, shooting the shit, and agreeing that they can probably throw this project together a day or two before it’s due and call it good. Jessica is in their group as well, and she, Tommy, and Carol are currently gossiping about their fellow classmates. Steve’s too drained and distracted to contribute much today.

His nose starts to run again, and he wipes it on his shirt sleeve as covertly as possible, once again trying to snuffle up some congestion. It doesn’t really work, and in fact, serves to shift the pressure in his sinuses in a way that has him gearing up for another sneeze.

He panics, fumbling with the packet of tissues for something to contain it, and he silently curses, realizing it's his last one. Better make it count, then. The sneeze erupts from him so suddenly that he barely has time to cover, but thank god he does. This one’s too powerful to stifle, and he gasps right before a rough, messy, “ha-AETSSHHHoo!” is released into the soft cotton.

He stills for a second, face still covered, and notices a few heads turn his way. Tommy gives him a half-hearted, “Dude, gross,” before smirking and continuing his conversation with the girls.

“Sorry,” Steve says quietly, before mopping his face up and hiding the tissue away. Now he was truly fucked, and would have to stifle for the rest of the period. Wishing he could have stayed home today, he rests his head in his arms on his desk and tries to zone out for a while.

He manages to get a few moments of rest, although leaning forward like this isn’t doing his clogged nose any favors. He still has to sniff up the mess dripping from his nose every so often, hoping the sound is muffled in his arms. At least this way he can wipe his nose on his sleeve and no one can see him.

Distantly, through the fog in his brain, he hears Carol and Jessica talking about cosmetics or something. Their shrill, excited voices are starting to make his head hurt. He peeks out through a gap in his arms and watches as Carol says, “Oh wait! I almost forgot; I brought that sample for you today!” She reaches inside her purse and pulls out a small vial of what he’s assuming can only be perfume. “I didn’t like how it smelled on me, so here, you can try it.” She hands it over to Jessica, who thanks her.

Steve groans into his arms. He’s allergic to like half the fragrances in existence, most of them either giving him a headache or sending him into a flurry of itchy sneezes. This had better not be one of them. He’s just hoping she won’t – aaand she’s spraying it directly into the air in front of her and wafting her wrist through it.  Perfect. The movement scatters the mist in the air, most of it dispersing towards him. He steels himself, bracing for the worst.

The smell hits him and he sits up, waving a hand in front of his face, saying, “Jessica, what the hell?” His eyes are starting to water already. He tries to cover his face from the contaminated air, but the damage is done. Inhaling a plume of the strong-smelling perfume, he feels a deep itch settle into his sinuses. Shit, this is going to be bad.

The girls both give him a look, Jessica saying, “Jeez, Steve, you’re so sensitive,” and rolling her eyes.

“Oh I’b sorry,” he says, angrily cupping his hand around his nose, “Itd’s dnot like I can control what I’b allergic to! Hep-tissh! Hih’chmm!” he pinches his nostrils shut and stifles both sneezes into his hand, followed by a frustrated exhale. His fingers come away wet and he wipes them on his jeans, giving a syrupy sniffle.

“You okay, man?” Tommy asks.

“I d-don’t- heh- I don’t hih’kXXT! Ha-pssht! Ugh.” Sniffling, he wipes his nose with the back of his hand, leaving a trail of moisture that he wipes on his pants again. “I thigk I should probably go. Eh-ITSSH! Ah…hah-RRSSSHuh!” The last two burst from him, desperately caught in his cupped hands. He can feel the slimy mess in his palms, and there’s no way he can take his hands away from his face without it being absolutely humiliating.

Standing up to leave, he says to the teacher, “I’b goigg to the bathroob,” before walking out as casually as he can manage, one hand still cupped around his face. He hears her confused acquiescence as he flees out the door and into the mercifully empty hallway. “ihhh…huh-TCHHHOO!” He curls forward as another sneeze scrapes out of him, echoing down the hall. It adds to the mess in his hand, and there’s only so much he can do to contain it.

He reaches the nearest bathroom and opens the door, still one-handed, sprinting inside.  Eyes watering and vision blurry, he enters the closest stall and locks it, finally collecting a huge wad of toilet paper from the dispenser inside. He pulls his hand back from his face, cords of clear mess still clinging, and sops it all up. Giving a long, gurgling blow into the mass, he finally feels some relief. It’s short-lived, of course, followed directly by an itchy “hhhh’RISSSH! ETSSSH! Hah….uh….HEH’TSSSHHuh!” He groans, filling the toilet paper with another productive blow, then throwing it into the toilet. At least he’s finally alone and he can get it all out.

-

[A few minutes earlier]

Eddie stands in the stall, tapping his pack of cigarettes against his palm. Today is boring as hell, and the unit they’re covering in his math class is one of his least favorites. He already has all the answers for the homework from last year, anyway. Since they don’t let you leave during the day in this prison of a school, one of the only options is hiding out in the restroom, where sometimes he manages to smoke and not get caught.

Just as he’s about to light up, he hears the bathroom door slam open and footsteps hurry into the stall next to him. Whoever the mystery man is, he gives a truly nasty-sounding nose blow followed by several violent sneezes. Curiosity peaked, Eddie bends down to look at the other boy’s shoes underneath the stall wall. It almost sounds like… yep, those are definitely Harrington’s pristine rich-boy shoes.

He hears Steve’s voice, rounded with congestion, say, “Ugh, gross,” followed by a desperate sniff.

“Uh…you alright, Harrington?” asks Eddie, tentatively.

“Jesus Christ!” Steve nearly jumps out of his skin. “I didn’t thigk adyond was ind h-here! Ha-K’GGSSHHoo! Heh-D’TSHH!”  Eddie can hear the clunk of the toilet paper dispenser spinning again as Steve pulls more out.

“Yeah, well, I’m here.”

“Who?” Steve asks.

“Munson.”

Steve snuffles into the tissues in his hand, asking, “You wadda give bme some privacy, bman? Eh…ha-RSSSHHuh!”

“Hey, I was here first, so technically you’re the one invading my privacy,” Eddie says. He knows he’s being a little shit, but he can’t help but press Steve’s buttons.  He’s had an unfortunate crush on the guy for a while now, and he supposes this is the equivalent of pulling his pigtails on the playground.

Before Steve can come up with a response, he’s overtaken by another round of agitated sneezes. “uh…huh-ESSSH! Hah-ISSSHuh! G-god… heh’RSSSH! gk’ITSSHHah!”  Eddie can picture him holding the clump of tissues to his nose, gasping in the aftermath, spent. Every sound he makes is echoing off the tiled walls, reverberating in the empty bathroom. This is doing nothing to help Eddie’s ongoing quest to quash his reluctant, nagging crush on King Steve, of all people.

“Good lord, man, you sound like you’re dying,” he says, aiming for casual. “I’m almost impressed.” He puts his cigarette away for now, deciding to spare Steve and his poor nose, assuming the smoke would set him off even more.

“ihh’ISSSH! Hih’GSSHUH!” Steve moans, the crumpled toilet paper in his hands soaked and unable to hold anymore. When he pulls it back from his face, there are tendrils of mess tethering him to it. “Fugk,” he says, reaching for more. To his horror, the roll is empty. “Goddamb id!” Pressing the wad of soggy tissues back to his face because he has no other choice, he asks, “Hey mban, cand you pass bme some toilet paper?”

A flush blooms across Eddie’s face and neck and he tries to keep his voice even. “Uh, yeah, just a second.” Pulling at the roll and collecting what he deems to be an appropriate amount, he reaches over the top of the stall and holds the bundle over. His eyes track the movement of Steve’s hand as it grabs for it, clumsy and distracted. His fingers brush Eddie’s in the process, and Eddie feels electric. He chides himself for getting all heated at the touch of a hand, just like in the medieval fantasy novels he reads.

Eddie brings his hand back down, staring at it for a moment, and of course there’s nothing to see. But still, as he hears Steve’s relieved blow in the stall next to him, long and crackling, he thinks, fuck it, and uses that hand to cup himself through his black jeans. Just a teasing squeeze, nothing more. Just to take the edge off.

Closing his eyes and resting his head back against the cool metal, he listens to Steve catch his breath next to him, a momentary relief before his breath starts hitching again. Then, a thick sounding, “huh-GGKSSHOO! Hh’AETCCHuh!” as more of the gunk is forcibly expelled from his sinuses. Steve follows it up with another squelching blow that makes Eddie wonder how it’s possible for one person to produce so much snot.

“I gotta be honest, Harrington, I’ve never heard anyone sound this bad,” says Eddie, grateful for the thin sheet of metal separating them, if only to hide what Steve’s condition is doing to him.

“Idt’s allergies,” Steve says, sounding cross.

“It doesn’t sound like allergies, dude,” says Eddie, hoping he sounds less invested than he is.

“Well Jessica sprayed her new fucking perfube in class, and it set mbe off, so yeah, it’s allergies.”

“If you say so,” Eddie says with a shrug that Steve can’t see. He could tell it was more than that. Had seen him covertly blow his nose at his locker between classes more than once this week.

“gk’SHOO! Heh’TSSHHoo!” Two spraying sneezes punctuated by a miserable sniffle. “…I bmight have beed feeling a little sick before thad, too,” he admits, exhausted and tired of hiding it. He clears his throat and Eddie can practically hear the mucus draining down the back of his throat.

“As much as it pains me to ask this, do you need me to get anyone for you?” Eddie says.

“Dno, I’b fin’d.”

“Alright… if you’re sure,” Eddie says, finally forcing himself to exit the stall. “Don’t sue me if you end up dying in here or something.”

Steve comes out too and Eddie finally gets a good look at him. His nose is so red, and his sleepy eyes are hazy and watery from his cold. The top of his lip is starting to look chapped from all the nose blowing he’s been doing, and there’s a faint flush across his cheeks. Eddie’s heart thumps in his chest and he thinks he might be in love.

Steve starts to walk toward the sinks to wash his hands. In his wearied state, his shoe catches on the tiled floor and he stumbles. Eddie reaches out instinctually to steady him with a hand on his elbow.

“Shit,” Steve says, his hand grabbing Eddie’s arm to right himself. “S-sorry- ihh-hih’TISCHoo!” he buries his head in his opposite elbow, doing his best to turn away from Eddie.

Still holding his elbow, Eddie feels Steve’s body jolt with the force of it. He tries to control the blush that heats his face.

Wiping his nose on his shirt sleeve, Steve straightens back up, looking a bit dizzy. The overwhelming combination of his horrible cold and intense allergies has really done a number on him. Eddie’s eyes zero-in on the wet spot seeping into the shirt in the crook of Steve’s elbow and his brain momentarily fills with static.

“Sorry,” Steve says again, sniffing and knuckling at his nose. Eddie’s snaps out of it, looking Steve in the eye and releasing his hold on him.

“Uh…you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah bman, I’b good.” They both turn to the sinks and wash their hands.

Eddie breaks the awkward silence with, “Is this the part where you tell me that if I tell anyone about this, you’ll kill me?”

Steve laughs despite himself, and it forces a chesty cough out of him, which he covers with the paper towel still in his hand. “Dude, don’t mbake mbe laugh right dow,” he says, unable to hide his reluctant smile. Eddie’s going to melt into a puddle on the floor. “Dno bman, I thigk we’re good,” Steve continues, voice growing hoarse.

“Okay…good,” Eddie says, flashing a crooked smile. He pauses, not wanting to break this tenuous truce they seem to have created. “Feel better, King Steve.”

“Thaggs.” Steve gives him a look that Eddie can’t quite figure out. Like he’s reassessing something in his head.

Tearing himself away from the moment, Eddie gives Steve a mock-salute, and strolls out of the bathroom.

-

Years later, when they’re a few months into their new relationship, Eddie asks Steve if he remembers that day.

“Barely… I was kind of out of it,” is Steve’s considering response.

“Well, I remember,” Eddie says, “It’s burned into my brain for all eternity. After that private show, there was no one else for me but you, baby.” He punctuates his declaration by pressing several dramatic, sloppy kisses along Steve’s neck, working his way up to his lips.

“You’re ridiculous,” Steve laughs, reveling in the attention.

“You love it.” 

“Yeah, I do,” Steve says, fisting a hand in Eddie’s shirt and pulling him in for a real kiss.

#snzfic #snz fic #snzblr #ste/ddie #snzfics #snz fics

[silentsneezes]

could you maybe elaborate on the whole ”cold season is a nightmare” thing? like maybe how many times he gets sick? that would be totally awesome. (ur work is legit so good, i aspire to write sneezes that good one day🫡)

of course! thank you so much, i’m glad you enjoy my writing :) i hope you enjoy this sick eddie ficlet! (slight snz kink steve)

“Can I get you anything, love?” Steve asks sympathetically. Eddie is strewn over his lap on the couch, breathing congestedly and trying not to let the grim reaper take him away (his words, not Steve’s).

“A new immunde systemb?” Eddie jokes. His pink nostrils flare delicately, raw and bothered from hours of sneezing.

Unsurprisingly, Eddie caught another cold. He’s never been particularly healthy, but cold season always kicks his ass. It seems like every time he gets healthy again, he gets knocked down by some illness. Of course, hanging out with kids all the time hasn’t helped.

Eddie’s chest rises and falls abnormally as his breath catches. Steve reacts before Eddie does, grabbing the (already damp) bandana from Eddie’s lap and massaging the sick boy’s nose.

“Snff… heh…” a sneeze teases the sick boy. His brows are furrowed, mouth slightly agape, pink nose trembling with anticipation for the expulsion. Steve rubs at Eddie’s nose softly with the fabric, either trying to coax out a sneeze or quell the itch. Eddie’s nose decides on the former.

"h'PSHHH! eh EH'K'TSHH! N'GXSHT!"

His body jolts forwards with each sneeze; Steve frowns sympathetically, catching the string of sneezes in Eddie’s bandana.

“Bless you,” he mumbles, shifting to relieve some pressure in his pants.

Eddie relaxes back into Steve, snuffling against his wrist and shutting his heavy eyes. The trailer fills with quiet congested breathing as Steve plays with the ill boy’s hair. They have a few minutes of peace before Eddie’s nose starts twitching again.

He sniffs harshly, not eager to sneeze again, “You’re shidding.. snf… me.”

Steve presses a sympathetic kiss to Eddie’s warm forehead, frowning at the heat. He lifts Eddie off of him and stands up, leaving his ill boyfriend on the couch temporarily. He wanders over to the kitchen and grabs some medicine, a thermometer, and a mug of tea.

"eh'KTSHUH!" Eddie sneezes wetly, resulting in a heavy sniffle. Steve blesses him and returns to the couch.

“Open up,” Steve prompts softly, positioning the thermometer under Eddie’s tongue.

“Well, areb’t you a handsombe nursde. Where’s your dress?”

Steve rolls his eyes and flicks Eddie’s shoulder, “In your dreams, Munson.”

Eddie mumbles a sarcastic comment, but stops when the thermometer nearly falls out of his mouth. The two boys sit in silence as they wait for a temperature reading.

Eddie scowls as a sudden prickling in the back of his nose grows. He brings his thumb and forefinger up to his nose, scrubbing the raw skin roughly.

"k'tshh ih'ntshoo hih'p'TSHH!"

Three sneezes tumble out of him, caught in his bare hand. The thermometer falls onto his lap.

“Shid,” Eddie fumbles for his bandana, cringing at the moisture on his palm.

Steve swallows dryly, his pants creating a tent and his stomach filling with heat.

“Holy shit,” Steve breaths quietly, completely smitten with the sneezy boy, “Bless you.”

Eddie looks up at Steve after giving his nose a soft, but productive, blow. He smirks, “Sorry I’m just so… snddff… sdeezy.”

Steve flushes red, “Shut up,” he quips embarrassedly. He places the thermometer back under Eddie’s tongue.

Luckily, Eddie’s nose decides to calm down for a while. He takes a few fever reducers and curls up on Steve’s lap again, falling into a feverish sleep after a few minutes.

#sneeze kink #sneeze blog #sneezefucker #sneeze scenario #fanfic #sneezefic #snzblr #cold sneezes

[fuckin-sick-bih]

🌹!

As Eddie was speaking, Steve’s face had been going slowly slacker and his eyes 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 out with a much soupier sounding sniffle than Eddie was expecting 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, drink, and gestured to the cough drops. “Try one. It’ll feel good on your throat and help your congestion.”

#special sneak preview from a certain pt 3 shh don't tell nobody... #damn I got a lot of sneezy steve in the works huh? #st/eve ha/rrington #st/eddie #st/ranger th/ings #ed/die mu/nson #snz #bex answers stuff

[dontfeeltoohot]

OMG could we have more of snz kink Steve & allergic Eddie??? That was glorious. Esp if he starts teasing Steve omg

Ok, this is kind of a sequel to this fic that I wrote. I hope you all enjoy! I've had a lot of inspiration the past few days, especially with these two boys, so send a prompt! I'll be trying to get to them all, and make the most out of my last four weeks being on LOA from work.

Enjoy friends!

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After the Friday the 13th incident (as Steve has so nicely dubbed it in his mind), he pays more attention to Eddie and the small sniffles he makes out of nowhere, or the random sneezes he stifles. He'd been too preoccupied with the literal end of the world before to really be paying attention to anything but keeping people safe. Now though, he's able to shift some of his focus to the newest member of their weird little clan that's been through so much together.

He's been trying to keep it as subtle and secretive as possible, the guy knows his crush is already obvious, if Robins raised eyebrows and smirks are anything to go off of when he and Munson are together. And yeah, the guitarist is gay and doesn't care who knows, but Steve isn't, and he's worried that the other man might reject him. Eddie isn't anything like Steve had imagined in his mind, and for that he's grateful. The doe-eyed man has somehow wormed his way into Steve's life, and the nineteen year old doesn't have any intentions of that changing.

The most interesting thing Steve has noticed is that Eddie is a generally sneezy person. He assumes that's why he keeps the black bandana in the back left pocket of his pants.  Steve's been keeping a mental list of the things he's noticed the curly haired man seems to be sensitive to, which has more than he'd first envisioned.

Cleaning supplies (or at least Lysol), freshly cut grass, some kind of perfume Nancy wears, and as of late, he's noticed Eddie's been scrubbing his nose more when they've been in Henderson's house for a movie night or to pick him up and say hello to his mom. Steve can only guess it's the twenty thousand cats the woman owns.

Tonight he, Eddie, Robin, Nancy, and Jonathan are going to some diner down in east Hawkins to get some food and then maybe see a movie or look around the shops. As Steve tries on different shirts with his jeans, he has to remind himself this isn't a date. It's not like Eddie's going to care what he wears, but even still, he takes an embarrassingly long time switching shirts before he finally goes with a white undershirt, his dark green sweatshirt that has a navy stripe across the chest, and his new navy Members Only jacket.

Stepping outside, the bitter November air hits him, but he brushes it away, much preferring this to the hot muggy Summer that Hawkins always experiences. He's supposed to pick up Eddie at 5, and it's already 4:46, so he books it to his BMW and speeds off, trying not to imagine all the things he and Eddie could do if they were dating.

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A knock on the door makes Eddie look up from where he's standing in front of the small bathroom mirror, making sure his hair is tamed. Checking himself one last time quickly, the eccentric man heads to where the person is still knocking. He yanks the door open abruptly, smirking when Harrington jumps, putting a hand to his chest.

"Jesus Munson!"

"Hey babe, just have to grab my jacket and we'll be good to go," he lets Steve step inside while he heads to the back room of the trailer, grabbing his leather jacket and vest. As he ambles back up front, Eddie leans into the bathroom and grabs a couple of tissues, wiping his nose as he comes back to the other man, half shrugging his jacket on and half still rubbing at his nose.

"You good?" Steve gestures to the tissues and he nods, sniffling involuntarily.

"Yeah, my allergies have just been bothering me today. Must be from all the rain the past couple of days, always kicks up the shit from the leaves and stuff," he explains, watching Steve closely.

That's the thing. Eddie is starting to think that maybe Steve is into him, with how much they flirt, but there also seems to be a tendency for Steve to glance over more often when Eddie's allergies start acting up. The campaign leader isn't sure if Harrington is worried, annoyed, or disgusted. But with the way he's caught his eyes lingering for a few seconds after, it tells Eddie that it might be an entirely different reaction all together. So tonight, he's going to test this theory out.

Steve's eyes dart around as he explains to the man, but he doesn't seem grossed out by it at all. He doesn't seem to display any kind of emotion, so Eddie lets it drop for now and opens the front door.

"After you, King Harrington."

"Man, that stopped when I left high school," Steve huffs out, rolling his eyes.

Eddie smirks, loving how up in arms Harrington gets sometimes about such simple little teases. As he locks up, the guitarist sniffles a few times, scrunching his face a little at the intense smell of the outdoors. Clearing his throat, he follows to the car, getting in and shivering.

Steve starts the mix tape Eddie's made for him, and a burst of warmth spreads through the seniors chest, making him feel a little fuzzy. Steve still had his mix tape, and more importantly, he seemed to actually enjoy it. Score one for Munson. As Iron Maiden plays, Steve beats his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the drums and Eddie thinks he might actually melt right inside Harrington's car, a puddle of goo. 

His thoughts are cut off when a tickle starts to gently make itself known inside his head. His nose twitches a little, dimples appearing as he contorts his face to try and make the feeling go away. No such luck. The second he pulls out his trusty black bandana, he can see Steve shift from the corner of his eye. Eddie rubs the material against his nose for what feels like the twentieth time today, trying to either rub the itchy feeling away, or get it to crest. Either way, it’s taking longer than he’d like. Finally, after almost twenty more seconds of scrubbing at his twitching, runny nose, the guitarist's eyebrows knit together and the tickle ramps up. 

“hih’GXxt! ih’NKhht! h’nGXT’uh! …hih’ktschh! Jesus, sorry.” 

The last one sneaks up on him and he barely has time to aim it into the bandana that’s now on its  way back to his pocket. Glancing over, Eddie smirks a little, seeing the ex-lifeguard white knuckling his steering wheel. 

“You okay Harrington? Sorry if that was gross,” he plays it off, brushing his long curls away from his face. 

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry,” the guy clears his throat and stares forward. “Just surprised me, is all. I was zoned out to the music.” His cheeks are dusted pink and he licks his lips. 

“Right, okay,” Eddie drawls, wondering if this sudden confidence in his theory should be tampered down. But if his theory is wrong…the worst that can happen is an awkward laugh about it. And any kind of laughing with Harrington, even awkward, is a win in his books. 

Steve looks over, raising an eyebrow. “What’s with the sarcasm?”

“No idea what you’re talking about, babe.” 

It’s the second time he’s said it tonight, and well worth it for how bright the red blush is on Steve’s cheeks. He leans closer to the driver seat, sniffling innocently. He thinks he sees his hands tighten on the wheel. Eddie stays leaning a little closer on the armrest in between them for the rest of the ride, a few more sniffles escaping from him. 

Oh yeah, tonight’s going to be fun. 

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The second he steps out of his car, he lets out a breath and puts his hand to his face, swiping downward. Whatever tension between them that’s been building for a while; the teasing and nicknames and smirking, coupled with Eddie’s allergies are going to be the death of him. He’s fought monsters from a literal other dimension and lived, but Eddie Munson in his car with his big brown eyes, his snark and his allergies? Yeah, this is his last night on earth. Jesus. 

Opening his eyes, Steve tries not to jump a foot in the air. Eddie is standing right there, maybe half a foot away, looking at him curiously. 

“Are we going in or are we going to stand out here while everyone else orders,” the older boy nods towards the windows of the diner, where their friends can be seen sitting in a large booth. 

“Sorry, sorry,” Steve manages to throw a smile at him, then beelines it inside. Jonathan and Nancy are on one side of the booth, so Eddie and Steve squish in next to Robin on the opposite side. 

“Lucky I’m tiny, huh?” Eddie jokes as he looks at the laminated menu. Steve snorts, even if it’s true- the guy is tiny, but not in the weak and pitiful way, just in the lanky, hot way. Biting his lap at the thought, Steve forces himself to focus on the menu and not the fact Munson’s shoulder is brushing his own. As the group talks, Steve feels the weight shift against his shoulder, and glances over. 

Eddie’s rubbing at his nose subtly with his knuckles, and from here, having just barely an inch on the guitarist height wise, Steve’s just barely able to see his nostrils twitch against his hand. And oh shit, it hasn’t connected in his mind that this could be happening with them so close to each other until just right now. Eddie sniffles again, his eyes starting to flutter shut. A moment later he’s bringing his arm up to his face, pressing his nose and mouth into the crook of it. Steve loses all of the air in his lungs as the curly haired man turns away from Robin and closer to him, close enough his elbow is actually touching Steve’s arm. 

“h’gKXt! hih’kKGX’uh! ih’Kkt’uh!” 

Steve watches with rapt attention, not even noticing the others who; mercifully, are still talking, too engrossed in their conversation. Eddie slowly brings his arm down, then looks up at Steve, his already large eyes somehow bigger, and he blinks. 

“Sorry,” he sniffles a little obnoxiously, but Steve finds it endearing- even like this Eddie has to add some kind of dramatics. “They snuck up on me,” the man adds, finally reaching for his bandana. 

Feeling like he’s been electrocuted, Steve notices Eddie’s free hand; the one that’s not currently rubbing his nose in slight desperation, moves closer to his. 

“It’s uhm….you’re fine,” he croaks out, face feeling hot. Eddie smirks, he fucking smirks, and Steve’s eyes widen just slightly, body stiffening. 

“You know.” 

“Oh, I know Harrington. I’ve been trying to figure it out for a while, but I think this confirms it,” Eddie’s tone is teasing and quiet, but he doesn’t sound grossed out or disgusted. 

Watching him with eyes still big, Steve swallows, licks his lips, then smiles when Eddie gives him one of his dramatic, over the top, crowding your space looks. It crumbles quickly though, eyebrows knitting together again, and Steve suddenly has a front row seat to Eddie Munson trying to fight off another fit of allergic sneezes. The man doesn’t bring his arm up with time, doesn’t even bother with his bandana. Instead, the guitarist simply lowers his head, just enough though that Steve can still watch. 

“eh’GKxt!! ihKXxt! hhH! h’ihGKt’uhew!” 

Steve squirms just barely, the last sneeze as close to an un-stifled sneeze as he’s ever heard from him. The last part goes higher pitched, more vocal. Eddie rubs his nose against his bandana roughly; Steve can see how he’s rubbing the cloth in little circles, obviously trying to work out the tickle. 

“Bless you!” Robin chimes in and Eddie smirks at Steve behind his bandana, then turns to Buckley.

“Tha’gks. I uh…I might need to take a rain check actually, my allergies are bothering me,” his voice is anything but embarrassed, and Steve feels someone knock their foot against his. Steve nods, giving a sympathetic look, though not feeling sympathetic in the least. 

“I’m going to take him back, but you guys enjoy, okay?” 

A round of ‘feel better’s ring out from the other three, and soon the two are walking back to the car in silence, aside from the more frequent sniffles from Eddie. When they’re both in, Steve looks at him again. His eyes are a little red, but it’s his nose, his damn perfect nose, that looks like it needs attention. It’s runny and twitching and so very obviously allergic, and Steve is frozen, just staring. 

“You know Harri’gton, I’d be somewhat inclined to kiss you, if you asked…” he trails off, giving Steve the most cocky yet innocent look he thinks he’s ever seen in his life.

 God, kissing Eddie Munson. Four months ago that would have sounded like a nightmare. Now…..now he’s leaning forward, pressing his lips against Eddie’s, moaning quietly when the curly haired man nips at his lips. He pulls back abruptly, and Steve once again feels like he’s won the lottery, when he gets to watch Eddie now, unrestrained and obviously irritated. He scrubs at his nose, rubbing it upwards against his palm, creasing the bridge in a way Steve squirms at. 

“Dohhn’t cream your pants y-yet H-hh! Harrihhh-gKT! hih’ngKT! h’NXt! Harington. F-fuhhck…” 

Eddie’s nose is back in his bandana, being rubbed and wiped. 

“My place?” 

“God yes.”

#my fic #strthi #st #em #sh #snzsteve #asks #answered

[bewitchedfeathers]

Eddissy prompt from @ohgodnonotthis ! I hope you enjoy it even though this one ran away from me a bit.

"can i request... chrissy and eddie.. sneezy cuddles from the metalhead boyfriend for a stressed cheerleader?"

It ended up being hurtcomfort. Chrissy is anxious and dealing with shitty parenting perfectionist stuff around school work. And has snz kink Chrissy.

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Chrissy scratched at her thigh anxiously as she looked over her history essay for the third time. She didn't want to get another lecture from her mom for getting a poor grade on an assignment so it needed to be perfect. Chrissy didn't think it was perfect yet. She wasn't sure she could get it to be. 

She was jolted out of her anxious thoughts by the sound of a pebble hitting her window and she couldn't contain her smile, knowing exactly who was outside her house while her parents were out to dinner with friends from their golf club. 

She dashed to the second floor window throwing it open and sticking her shoulders out through the frame into the chilly evening air. And she was met by the very welcome sight of her boyfriend Eddie Munson in his usual jacket and vest combo over a Black Sabbath Tshirt and tight black jeans. 

"Eddie," she whisper-shouted in greeting.

He beamed up at her with a wide genuine smile. "Hey, Chrissy. Mind if I come up?"

"Like you even need to ask, silly," she teased as she pulled back into her bedroom leaving space for him to climb through her window. He made quick work of the climb, having made it once before.

Once he had clambered over the window sill Chrissy threw her arms around his neck and he caught her and wrapped her in a warm hug. One arm around her waist and the other cradling her head. "Hey sweetheart. It's good to see you," he murmured into her hair. 

"I missed you," she mumbled into his shirt and she could feel the gentle rumble of his laughter through his chest at how she was practically burrowing into his arms. 

"You are so cute. I missed you too. Snf."

She gave him a squeeze around his shoulders and then reluctantly pulled away from his comforting embrace. She looked up at him and met his sparkling brown eyes, feeling her heart melt at the affection in his gaze.

"Oh, um, I still have to finish up an essay. Sorry I thought I'd be done by now," she said frowning apologetically, feeling guilty for not being ready for him to get here. 

"Look at you being so studious. I promise I'll be on my best behavior and won't try to distract you unless you ask me real nicely," he said with a wink trying to get her to smile again. 

She pulled away entirely, immediately missing his comforting touch, and managed a weak smile. She turned and picked back up her essay again, missing his look of concern.

As she fretted over her essay, Eddie took a slow lap around her room poking around knickknacks and flipping through her small collection of pop music. He sniffled and rubbed at his nose with a knuckle when it gave an irritated twinge. His nose acting up was the last thing he wanted right now.

He turned and saw Chrissy rubbing her wrist roughly against her desk and he moved to her side gently pulling her wrist away from the desk and cupping it in his large hands.

"Sweetheart, what has you so stressed out?" he asked, voice quiet and worried.

She looked up at him standing next to her chair like she'd forgotten he was there. Too caught up in the tangle of stress in her head, the sound of her mom's voice berating her in her mind causing her pulse to race.

"Oh, it's nothing. Just trying to finish this essay and it's giving me some trouble," she said giving him a weak smile to try to reassure him. 

He looked at her five paragraph essay that filled the paper, looking complete. "What's it missing?" He asked softly followed by a sniffle.

Her eyes darted to his nose and then away. "It's um just not good enough to turn in yet," she said and wilted a little as she noticed her own phrasing. Her and Eddie had talked about her fears of not being good enough that were only worsened by her mom and her now ex-boyfriend Jason. 

"Chrissy, you are more than enough. And you're good enough and smart enough. Snf. You're amazing," he said genuinely, big brown eyes sparkling. 

Chrissy looked up at Eddie, cheeks flushed but it felt amazing to know he felt that way. To be assured that he genuinely felt that way about her. It made her heart beat faster.

"You're really amazing too. You know that? I'm so glad to have you in my life Eddie."

Eddie smiled wide and bright. "Does that mean you'll let me wear your letterman jacket, Chrissy?" He said breaking the moment but making her laugh in delight. 

"I don't know that it'll fit but you're welcome to try it on," she said gesturing to her closet. He gave her hand a squeeze ambling to her closet, apparently intent on taking her up on her offer. She started packing up her school supplies trying to ignore that niggling feeling that she should keep working. 

Eddie rubbed at his nose that was starting to itch. His allergies had been pretty mild today so he sure as hell hoped that they'd leave him alone now that he finally got to spend some time with Chrissy. "Snfff. Snf. Hh…" he pressed a knuckle under his nose but it didn't help. He pinched his nose been two fingers just in time for a triple. "Hhh-hh'gshxt…ikshxxt…Ih'kshxkt…snfff.." 

Chrissy caught his shoulders shaking as his head bobbed and she nearly dropped a folder onto the floor at the rush of heat low in her belly when she realized he was sneezing. "Bless you," she murmured.

Eddie winced as she caught his stifled sneezes. "Thanks. Scuse me." 

He took off his own jacket and draped her letterman jacket over his shoulders, where is looked almost comically small. turning and giving her a grin. “How do I look?”

Chrissy laughed and Eddie beamed at the sound. “It looks like it might be a little small,” she teased. 

He rubbed his nose with a knuckle and Chrissy’s smile froze for a moment as she watched his nose turn slightly pink at the touch. She jerked her eyes back up to his with an effort. 

“It might not quite fit me,” he said playfully, “Guess you’ll just have to wear mine.” He returned her letterman to it’s proper place in her closet and came back to her side. He leaned in for a sweet kiss before pulling back and fiddling with his rings. And then his nose twitched and he turned quickly away from her pressing the back of his hand to his nose. “Hhhh’ISHxttsht…hh’hh’KDsshhxt…Hh’ErshXxt…shit. Sorry bout that.” His cheeks were a little pink, still embarrassed about sneezing in front of Chrissy.

She swallowed hard and clenched her thighs together. “Um, it’s fine. Bless you.”

“Thanks. What would you like to do tonight, love?”

“Um, would you be up for cuddling? We could put on a movie or something…” she offered, still a little shy about asking for what she wanted. With Eddie she felt safe enough to try though, which meant so much to her.

“I’d love to cuddle with you Chrissy. Love holding you in my arms,” he said, meeting her gaze with a soft, loving look.

She blushed and gave him a tiny pleased smile. And then she stood and grabbed his hand tugging him over to her bed. Eddie beamed, he was so happy when she went after what she wanted. Sometimes she seemed afraid to take up space but she had a spine of steel when she needed it and he was seeing it more and more lately.

She had a cute determined expression on her face and Eddie just grinned. “Wherever you want me,” he said, gesturing with his hand to bed. And she took him at his word, pushing him gently onto the bed and arranging him on his side. He let himself be shifted around and manhandled as she liked. 

Then she laid down in front of him and tugged one of his arms over her waist. He pulled her more snugly against him and pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. She let out a full body sigh, feeling like she could finally relax in her boyfriend's arms. They laid like that for awhile, just soaking in each other’s company. The silence was only broken by the occasional sniffle from Eddie that Chrissy tried desperately not to react to.

He sniffled again and she felt his breath catch where his face was pressed against the back of her neck. She tried to keep still desperate to squirm and press her thighs together. And then his chest abruptly expanded as he heaved in a breath for a sudden sneeze. 

She felt like her face was on fire and her head was empty of everything except the feel of him sneezing and the sound of it so close to her ear and unstifled for once. She had never had such emotional whiplash going from slightly stressed and comforted, only the tiniest whisper of arousal, to burning up with desire in the space of a second. "I don't mind!" She blurted out loudly, cutting off his self disgusted rambling. 

"Hhhh'Huh'YYISSHIHKXXT…oh Jesus Christ. I'm so sorry Hih'knxsht snfff Chrissy. Fuck that was hh'ksshxt so disgusting-" He had pulled away immediately in mortification, stifling as he went, and she turned to face him. His knuckles were pressed tight under his nose like he was afraid another sneeze would slip out after his usual triple.

He looked at her wide eyed, surprised by her outburst when Chrissy never raised her voice normally. His expression went pinched with disbelief.

"You don't have to say that, I sneezed on you. I know that's gross," he said eyes pointing down towards her pink bedspread. 

She rubbed at her wrist, an anxious gesture, trying to get the courage to explain herself. She'd rather he be disgusted with her for her feelings than be disgusted with himself over something as silly as a sneeze. 

"I…I…" why couldn't she just say it.

"Fuck. Let me get a tissue so I can least clean you up," he said, too caught up in his own panic to coax out her words like he was usually so good at. He turned ready to jump to his feet and she reached out and grabbed his wrist pulling him to a standstill.

He turned to look at her, caught off guard again. "Chrissy?..."

"I liked it," she was sure she looked like a tomato at this point and she couldn't meet his eyes, her free hand picking at the fabric of her skirt, "I um I like your sneezing."

"You…like my sneezing?" He asked, sounding confused but not disgusted.

"I know it's weird. I'm sorry," she blurted out with a wince. Eddie's whole demeanor shifted into soft concern and he sat back down next to her and pulled her into a hug. 

"Hey, I'm the freak of Hawkins High so trust me when I say it's not that weird. Snf. Kinda cute really," he said, voice even and reassuring. 

"Cute?" She asked, pulling back to see his face, worried he was making fun of her or something even though she didn't think Eddie ever would. 

"Yeah. Snf. I mean liking something as innocent as a sneeze. Pretty cute," he said with a warm smile as he met her gaze unwavering.

"You really don't mind?" She asked despite already being sure of the answer and starting to relax. 

"It's uh kinda nice honestly. I get these real bad allergies in the spring sometimes. It can be kind of embarrassing. It'd be nice knowing I'm not going to gross you out snf with any of that." He looked a little bashful at admitting his allergies, "And my nose can just be sensitive sometimes, it's annoying. snfSnf." He looked up and his expression shifted to sly delight at the sight of Chrissy with her pupils blown out and biting her lower lip like he'd just been using the sexiest dirty talk on her. 

"You like that, huh?" He asked with a grin. 

She nodded, hair bobbing with the movement. 

"Like hearing me talk about how sneezy my Snff nose can get?" He purred. 

She whimpered in response and Eddie smiled like Christmas had come early. Oh he was going to enjoy how responsive she was to this. Like she couldn't help herself. 

He definitely wouldn't be hating his sensitive nose anymore. 

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[slightlyunconventional]

K's masterlist !

below is the updated (and cleaner) archive of links to all of my fics and headcanons, as well as my fandom/misc tags on the bottom of the post :)

si/x of cr/ows // sha/dow & bo/ne (these are all set like. during/after the netflix show timeline but the tag is six of crows 1 because i can't be bothered to change it and 2 i mostly only write about the crows and there's 6 of them so)

kaz reluctantly crawls through a very dusty vent with wylan and inej, in "stubborn."

then, in "windows", with the help of inej, kaz discovers he has hayfever.

in "unlikely", wylan takes care of a sick kaz on the ferolind.

kaz has a cold, and is exhausted, but still welcomes inej's care, in "tired".

nina and kaz find themselves hiding in a rich gentleman's dusty closet. nina 'helps' kaz to hold back, in "tease".

as a follow-up of sorts to "tired", kaz finds himself with his hands tied at the mercy of inej and a bouquet of flowers, in "bound".

in "assistance", kaz returns drenched with rain after a fight with a rival gang. inej lovingly helps him sort himself out as he fights with an oncoming cold.

kaz struggles with more spring allergies, and also gets lectured on stifling in "flowers".

kaz tries his damnedest to hold back an allergic fit from inej's rather potent cooking, in "spices".

in "whiskey", kaz is more than a little itchy from a few drinks, and jesper tells him to get his ass to bed.

kaz visits nina at the house of the white rose for some information for a job, but finds himself rather opposed to the brothel's decor, in "roses".

kaz has a rather dreadful cold in "careful care", and ends up letting inej care for him, even if only a little bit.

inej brings a stray cat back to the slat, much to the delight of kaz's sensitive allergic nose, in "the cat".

in "cleaning", kaz attempts to clean a bathroom, but finds himself dreadfully allergic to the surface cleaner he's using.

in "the heist one" (leave me alone i couldn't think of a title okay), kaz can't get a hold of himself, or his nose, on a job.

kink!inej induces kaz with a feather here (untitled, i couldn't think of anything 😭)

+ a very short drabble-style k/anej scene here

kink!inej induces kaz again! this time with perfume - cue a very very sneezy barrel boss - in "perfume" (a follow-up to the fic above)

k/anej drabble featuring sleepy sick kaz here

the incoherent drivel that i call kaz snzcanons: here, here, and here

+ some modern au kanej hcs (mainly kaz but some inej too) here

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please note: i don't really write for the below fandoms as much anymore, so this is more of just an archive of my posts for them. :)

stra/nger thi/ngs

my snzcanons: steve, steve 2, eddie, robin, nancy

allergic eddie fic here, and a sick steve fic here

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m/arvel

bucky is sick with a cold here, and then facing a dust allergy in a library here (both fics stucky related)

natasha comes home to wanda with a developing cold after a mission in the rain here

#heres some of my tags too: #s/ix of cr/ows #m/c/u #stran/ger thi/ngs #k talks snz #k talks #k talks and doesnt shut up #s/hadow and b/one

[skuzzzii]

Prompt: Person A and Person B are in a relationship and are also youtubers who vlog. Person A and Person B both have colds and doing a sick day vlog. They're both sneezy and take care of eachother.

Steddie (Streamer AU)

" Hey guyyss welcome back to our channel "Steve cheered happily looking towards the camera that he held in his hands.

" Sorry for posting after so long, me and Eddie we both managed to get colds at the same time... don't ask us how" Steve said chuckling as he knew how wild his subscribers could get.

" We're still kind of sick, Well I'm recovering but Eddie is still stuffy " he said and looked around for his boyfriend.

"Eddie..love.." Steve called out to his boyfriend who came into the room with two cups in his hands.

" Oh you started the vlog, Hey Loves how are yall " Eddie said as he kept the cups on their bedside table and sat down on the bed.

Steve brought the camera to his boyfriend . He sat on the other side of the bed to shoot him.

" how are you feeling today ,babe ? Steve asked while taking one of the cups which contained some warm water.

" I'm okay today,better than yesterday . I still feel stuffy and sneezy " Eddie sniffled visibly s he said.

" What about you? " He asked to the other.

" I'm good too I'm getting better" Steve replied. He sat closer to Eddie so he could get both of them in one frame.

" What do you want to do today? Steve asked looking at his lover.

" Well we have to go grocery shopping, we're out food and " Eddie was cut off by Steve turning to the side "heehISshhhh" he sneezed loudly, shaking the camera that he held.

" Bless you, Stevie " Eddie said softly while he moved Steve's hair out if his eyes.

" Snf ugh sorry. I'll have to edit that" Steve said laughing. Eddie chuckled along with him.

" I'm ready " Eddie said while stuffing some Tissue packs in his bag.

" Let's gooo then " Steve said as he they both headed out.

*Cut*

At the grocery shore

" Ok so we're at the grocery store, we'll actually in the parking lot Steve found a kitten and she's so cute" Eddie said while shooting Steve who played with the kitty.

" She's soo fuzzy " Steve said holding her to his face. He looked up at his boyfriend.

" Yea..Heh Hiisheww.. isshiieew..hehissshuu " Eddie doubled over after quickly handing the camera to steve.

" Jesus Bless you love " Steve said concerned. He placed the kitty back and stood up to check on his boyfriend.

Eddie removed some Tissues out of his bag and wiped his nose.

" Thank you stevie ..Edit that please " Eddie said grinning. Steve smiled back .

*Cut*

" We're in the snacks section and Eddie is finding it difficult to choose" Steve said pointing the camera towards his lover.

" It's just I'm confused there are so many options and I like each one " Eddie said before sneezing at his side.

" Bless you, let's go with these classic tortilla chips " Steve suggested.

" Snf snf yeah let'sdo that snf" Eddie agreed struggling with the tissue.

" Hisshew...hehishhhe..heehiisshh " Eddie sneezed , turning away from the camera.

" heehISSSHHH "Steve sneezed right after him.

" Bless you love" Steve said chuckling at the sinc.

" Ugh thanks bless you too " Eddie said passing them both Tissues.

" Thank you " he grabbed the Tissues and closed his nose as quietly as he could.

" Isshieww..heehisshh...heehhshhuu " Eddie doubled into his triplet.

Steve stopped filming. He put a hand on Eddie's back and rubbed it gently.

" you alright, sweetheart? " He asked his boyfriend who was currently blowing his nose.

"Hmm I'm okay just sneezy that's all " Eddie shrugged.

"You wanna go home? " Steve asked cause Eddie looked like he needed some rest.

Eddie leaned into Steve's side and nodded. The former hugged his lover close. He felt how much the other needed that.

........................

Skip to when they are at their house

" Ok guys so we're at the batcave now" Steve hooked to which Eddie giggled.

" Let's do a haul of what we brought" Eddie suggested.

" That's a great idea, let's do that" Steve agreed and brought the grocery bags on his bed.

He placed the camera in such an angle that it would show both him and Eddie along with the shopping bags.

Eddie crawled from the other side of the bed, to sit beside Steve. He felt a sneeze coming. He was too tired to cover so he sneezed directly aiming at his lap.

" hehisshui "

Steve turned his head so fast that a crack could be heard.

" The heck Steve! " Eddie yelled.

" That was soo cute!! Where are the others? " Steve asked confused holding his neck.

" What others? " Eddie blushed from the previous comment.

" the other two, they always come in three " Steve said with furrowed eyebrows.

" That's not true..huhshu..hehhshuu "

Steve watched with heart eyes and jumped on his boyfriend.

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Cut*

" Um yea so the haul " Steve started breathing heavily.

Eddie showed up in the frame wearing a scarf to cover his neck.

" That was something " Steve grinned while Eddie flicked his forehead.

" Oww..not cool man " Steve groaned while Eddie giggled.

" Let's start " Eddie said clapping his hand.

" So first thing we have is-"

"Isshiieew, ishhiew..ishhhh"

" Bless you- so we have some tissue- "

" isshh..hehhissh..hehhisshew "

" paper..Eds you alright " Steve asked looking worried.

" snf snf just need to blow my nose..I'll be right back. " Eddue got down from the bed and straight to the bathroom.

" You continue " he said to Steve before closing the door.

Steve looked at the door concerned about his boyfriend.

" umm so Eddie's coming.. meanwhile I'll start .. here we have Tissues, veggies , fruits some meds ........" Steve went on rambling as quickly as he could.

He was able to hear lots of sneezing and sniffling coming from the bathroom so he just wanted to end the vlog so he could take care of his boyfriend.

" So that's all we bought from the grocery store " he finished.

Eddie opened the door And entered the room, looking tired and exhausted. His nose was bright red, eyes droopy. Steve cooed.

" Let's continue " Eddie said as he flopped on the bed.

" I'm done.. Let's end here " Steve suggested caressing the other's cheek.

" but why, I just came..if this is about me not feeling well...I told you I'm fine." Eddie said stubborn.

"No no it's not you it's me..I feel kind of tired and sleepy " Steve lied, Fake yawning.

He knew his boyfriend very well. He wouldn't care for himself but for others.

" Aww baby I'm sorry, let's end this here and we'll put you to sleep" Eddie cooed as he hugged Steve, kissing his lips.

" can you sleep with me too" Steve asked with his puppy eyes. "Ofcourse stevie anything for you." Eddie said sniffling.

" That's it for the vlog guys hope you liked it ... mostly filled with Eddie's sneezing welp make a compilation " Steve joked which made Eddie laugh loudly.

" Yea that would be weird " Eddie said agreeing.

" Bye guys see you on twitch on Sunday " Steve informed waving to the camera.

" Bye Byeee lovesss " Eddie said before Steve ended the vlog.

..............

" Let's sleep" Steve said pulling Eddie with him.

They laid down cuddling for a few minutes.. Eddie sneezed here and there.. otherwise it was quite.

" I love you"

" I love you too..Stevie " They kissed...a long sweet kiss and fell into deep slumber .

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