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vilbro · 9 months
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Pollen allergy!E/ddie M/unson, my beloved <3 Messy and non-messy version!
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minteacutie · 9 months
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Super Late Birthday Fic
...I know this is like almost a month late @poetic-illness but I wrote you a Birthday fic because you wrote me a really great fic on my Birthday. So here this is Happy Super Late Birthday!!! I hope you like this!!! 🤣 Eddie fumbled with his phone getting a video call set up, propping his phone up on a nest of pillows. He smiled when Steve came into view but his smile quickly dropped when he noticed how pale and drawn his boyfriend looked. The light pink hue of a low-grade fever dusted his cheeks. “Flu finally catch up with you?” Eddie cooed, trying not to sound amused as his boyfriend recently bragged about how certain he wouldn’t get the flu this year. He’d even made sure to get his flu shot early if that wasn’t comedic irony. Shut uhhuh-up…”Steve grumbled, sniffling thickly through his clogged nose, rubbing at the flushed appendage with a bit of squish. “Someone’s grumpy…”Eddie teased good-naturedly, knowing Steve had a habit of getting slightly moody when he wasn’t feeling well. It probably didn’t help that Eddie was in another City visiting family. Steve was on his own with this bug, making his heart ache a little. “How’re you feeling?”He asked, chewing his lower lip, watching his boyfriend fuss a bit with his flushed pink nose nudging at already chapped skin. “Like crap, but better than I would if I hadn’t gotten my flu shot,” Steve sniffled scrunching up his nose, “...gh my nose is driving me nuts…” “Poor thing…”Eddie practically purred, wetting his lower lip watching Steve knuckle at his flushed nostrils and itchy squelch. Steve huffed out a laugh raising his brow at the other man from the other side of the screen. “Something tells me you’re not too disappointed to hear that.” “Tease.” Eddie cackled, flopping back against the headrest of the bed. “Sorry to disahhuh…point, Baby,” Steve chuckled, his breath wavering slightly with hitched breaths.” but I haven’t had much luck with sneezes today.” “Hmm…actually I might have an idea…if you’re interested?” He twisted a dark curl around his finger, tugging it over his mouth as he gave his boyfriend a cheeky little grin. Steve gave Eddie a questioning look curious as to what the other man was going to suggest. “Whhhuh-hat exactly do you have in mind, babe?” “You could try inducing…I could talk you through it if you wanted.”He suggested with a little shrug. Steve felt his skin prickle with excitement at Eddie's suggestion. He’d only recently learned about the other man’s kink but he’d had been enthusiastic to indulge his boyfriend. “And how do you suggest I go about that…since you’re the expert?” Steve asked flashing a grin at the older man. After a quick discussion, they decided Q-tip would probably be the best thing to start with. Not wanting to risk the prolonged misery of an allergy attack when his boyfriend was already feeling pretty crummy. Steve dug around in their nightstand in search of the tool in question, which had frequently appeared in many of their…inducing sessions. Making a bit of a triumphant noise when he finally found what he was looking for, holding it up to the camera to show Eddie. “So uh…how do I…”Steve started twirling the Q-tip between his fingertip anxiously. Eddie chuckled not used to seeing Steve look so uncertain, but to be fair he was usually the one inducing the younger man. “Well first you’ve gotta actually put the Q-tip in your nose, babe.” He teased earning an eye roll from his boyfriend, watching as he just barely inserted the fuzzy end of the Q-tip into his left nostril. His whole face scrunched up as he coughed ticklishly, immediately removing it to scrub his nose. “Gh…I forgot how weird it feels.” Steve snuffled thickly. “It’s ‘cuz it’s gotta go a little deeper than that Steve otherwise it’ll just make you cough, baby.”Eddie chuckled watching as his boyfriend fumbled awkwardly with the Q-tip. Steve coughed against as he reinserted the Q-tip following Eddie’s instructions sliding it into his nostril a bit deeper this time until the ticklish coughs tapered off into hitched breaths. The bridge of his straight nose wrinkled at the bridge. “That’s it, Stevie, now just start moving it around.”Eddie practically purred watching his boyfriend follow his instruction. His nostrils flickering as he swirled the Q-tip around. “O-oh that tihhih…tickles.” Steve mumbled through hitching breaths as he wiggled the Q-tip around in his left nostril. His expression grew hazy before it crumpled completely, “HahhAH’TSCHH! ‘TSCHHUUu! Hh’DKXnsh!” Steve practically snapped in half with harsh messy sneezes, the hand just hovering in front of his face Q-tip long forgotten still sticking out of his left nostril. Still ticklishly fluttering around as his mouth hung open slightly and his chest swelled with hitching breaths. “Ehhh- Ehhhh!! HUhh’ HHASHhieuu!!!” He plucked the Q-tip from his nostril, knuckling at the tip of his nose irritably. Lowering his hand from his face with a thick sniffle. “Bless you, Stevie…you look like you could use a nap.”Eddie cooed, watching as he practically melted back into the pillow on his bed relaxing a bit now that the tickle in his nose had been scratched. “Mmm…I can stay on longer…”Steve mumbled rubbing at his eyes with the heel of his hand. “Alright, I’ll stay on with you a little longer…”Eddie smiled, talking to his boyfriend and telling Steve about his day. Keeping his voice smooth and even lulling the younger man to sleep. He smiled watching his boyfriend snore for a few minutes before mumbling a soft goodnight. Hanging up the phone.
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gt-preys · 8 months
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(Y/N) asking giant dragon hybrid Eddie to store them. They've done it before, but never when they're sade like this. -SmolKuriboh27
Happy vore day!
(Finally getting around to answering my asks ':) Sorry for the delay and thank you for your patience xx)
Dragon hybrid Eddie x human (Y/N)
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It's dark out when (Y/N) treks up the mountain. Ignoring the deep claw marks that have been scratched into trees and large boulders alike. Warning signs laid out by a creature much bigger than themself. An ominous black void acts as the entrance into a cave carved from stone. The ceiling towers high above them as they step into the foreboding space.
It's quiet. The only sound besides their footsteps are soft sniffles which feel too loud in the silent atmosphere. He wants to call out, announce his presence but his throat is so tight he can barely get out a strangled whine. He doesn't get a chance to try again as they're suddenly pinned beneath a large clawed hand, he only manages to gasp as the air is forced from his lungs.
Glancing up from the hand, (Y/N) finds himself staring straight up at a set of snarling pearl white teeth. Razor sharp and perfect for ripping into meat. He whimpers under the weight as those teeth part to let out a deep rumbling warning "Eddie!" He chokes out "it's me, it's just (Y/N)!" The snarling halts at their cry and the maw leans back so two large narrowed brown eyes can peer at the human beneath his hand. The creature's face softens and the weight eases up.
"My apologies, sweetheart" he mutters softly, shifting his hand to gently stroke their face with the knuckle of his forefinger. Always so careful with his little one.
His treasure.
"It's been awhile I wasn't expecting you..." it's a subtle prompt. Where were you? Why did you leave? I missed you.
Those big doe eyes tug at his heartstrings. He had stopped his visits with no explanation for the dragon. "I'm sorry, my friend" he starts, leaning into the hybrid's gentle touch "I never meant to leave for so long, things have been...hectic" he sighs.
His human looks so worn, deep bags beneath their eyes and fatigue clear in their gate. *His poor treasure.* "Do you wish to talk about it?" Eddie asks, removing his hand as they sit up. He lays his head on his crossed arms, prepared to hear them out if that is what they want.
(Y/N) takes a moment to simply observe the dragon they had missed so dearly. His curling dark hair and large black horns decorated with many gold chains and other shiny items. A sight to behold and a blessing to be so close. They shake their head, wiping a few tears from their cheeks as their tears finally stop. They're safe from the pressures of the world here.
"Not really" he shifts awkwardly "at least...not yet" he corrects himself. The human chews his lip. Did he really have any right to ask anything of Eddie? He had left with no explanation, no goodbye. "I was hoping...maybe you could hide me away for a bit?" Their words are tentative as they peer up at the dragon. Eddie tilts his head and (Y/N) shifts awkwardly "keep me safe?" This time Eddie's eyes light up at the familiar request.
The phrase had become a sort of code word between the two.
All at once the dragon softens. His little one must be so stressed if they're coming to him for this. "Of course, my prince" Eddie rumbles softly as he presses his nose into their stomach, nuzzling the little human.
Sitting back up, Eddie towers high above them once more. A gentle hand scoops them from the cold stone of the cave floor. He goes slow, taking their lower legs between his lips, lapping at them as he works more of their body into his maw. They taste wonderful as always and as much as Eddie would love to sit and play with them, they're sad right now. They need comfort and he can provide that.
So after giving them a few licks and grunting out his praise, tail sweeping across the floor like some kind of overgrown puppy, he sends them down. A soft swallow drags them down into his throat, he can trace their descent just by the feeling of them working their way past his heart and lungs. He shudders as they spill out into his stomach, warmth radiating from the sensation which seeps out spreading all the way to his fingertips.
Eddie lays back down once more, laying on his side so he can cup a protective hand over his abdomen. "Better?" He asks softly, rubbing at his stomach lightly. "Better. Thank you, Eddie" the small voice from inside replies.
(Y/N) leans back into the organ, snuggling into one of the man folds of Eddie's stomach. "We'll talk later, rest now darling" Eddie smiles. He closes his eyes, ready to rest alongside his treasure. (Y/N) hums in response already on the cusp of sleep "sleep well, my knight."
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minteacutiewrites · 2 years
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There’s actual sneezing in this part!!! YAY!!! More mechanically inclined Eddie because I like the idea of him being good at fixing things. I hope writing their dynamic right, I’m not totally sure but I’m having fun!!! Looks like there might be a part 3 if people are still interested, we’ll see but anyway enjoy!!!
Eddie spent the next hour fiddling with the heating unit, glancing anxiously at Steve watching as his budding cold slowly progressed shifting into his head. Steve leaned heavily on the counter, a hand pressed to his forehead like he was trying to will away a headache. He was on the phone listening to a customer drone on about a movie they wanted but didn’t know the title. It sounded like his sinus had turned to sludge, with every syrupy sniffle. The general brain fog that came with being sick hazing over his expression. Eddie’s heart constricted hearing Steve’s breath snag for what had to be the millionth time in an hour.
He watched as he put Steve bent away from the phone as much as he could before pressing a loose fist under his nose,“ Hhhh…hah..hh'DKNGt! Hh’DKXnsh! hhHH’KDSsh!”
Eddie watched Steve snap to the side with three barely contained stifles, before straightening up with a shudder. The warmth the loaned jacket provided him long gone, replaced by the biting chill that had taken up residency in the small store.
At this rate he really was worried that the other boy was going to turn into a popsicle with how badly he was trembling. Thankfully Eddie found the problem and what part he’d need to fix it. “I think I found the source of your problem,” He told Steve he got off the phone, “I’m gonna go pick up the part, do you need me to get anything else to hold you over while I’m out?”
“A dew immude systeb,” Steve croaked sniffling thickly, opening the cash register digging around pulling out some money, “here hopefully this’ll cover the price of the part, let be kdow if it doesd’t…” Eddie could barely understand Steve around the congestion that flooded his voice.
Honestly he expected Steve to be more whiny when he was sick but was just mostly quiet and too out of it for Eddie's comfort.
He took the money wincing as he watched Steve basically grind the heel of his palm into his socket, trying to relieve some of the pressure there.
“I’m going to be blunt, you sound bad Harrington,” Eddie told him, folding his arms over his chest, “you sure you don’t need anything else, painkillers maybe?” “I just wadt it to dot be so cold,”Steve sighed, another shiver rattling his body, “fix the heater add you will be by dew best friedd.” Eddie had to bite down hard on his tongue to resist saying, something stupid because of the big fat crush he had on the other boy. Steve was sick as a dog right now he didn’t need flirting, he needed medicine and to be in bed. If the closest to comfort he could provide was a functioning heater then he was going to fix a heater. “Alright, I’ll be back soon,”Eddie said, grabbing his keys off the counter, “resist the urge to turn into a popsicle before then, princess.” ~ Eddie exited the store sliding into his van tossing the plastic bags onto the passenger seat, and to-go cup with something warm into his cup holder.
He knew Steve didn’t ask for anything but he couldn’t in good conscience leave the other boy as sick as he was without some supplies. Rolling into the parking lot of Family Movie, he hopped out of his van with snagging his items. Shouldering the door as his hands were full, he was met with the sight of Steve leaning over the computer as a customer just laid into him about something. There really was no sympathy in this town for anyone, not even for the sick. “I’b sorry sir, we dod’t have that tape id stock,” Steve told the man in his best customer service voice, “I cad help you fidd adnother tape, or you cad leave your codtact idforbatiod.” The man opened his mouth but before he could say anything Eddie butt into the conversation, at least there was one good thing about having the reputation of town freak.
“The man says they don’t have the movie in stock, so back off.” Eddie said, watching the man visibly pale when he saw him scrambling to get out of the store. “You kdow you’re bad for bussidess Mudson…”Steve said, but Eddie could see that he was visibly relieved that the customer was gone. “Not my fault that guy was making an ass of himself.” Eddie said, pushing the to-go cup at Steve before unloading his haul. “What’s all of this?” Steve asked, taking the cup curling around it’s warmth, as he watched Eddie unload the plastic bags. There was tissues, medicine, cough drops, and a glass thermometer. “Look I know you said you didn’t need anything, but I disagree,” Eddie said, removing the thermometer from the packaging, “and before asking no I didn’t buy all this on Family Video’s dime, this is all out of pocket.” “That…” Steve started rubbing his face with his hands, “actually bakes me feel worse, at least let me pay you back for sobe of this.” “Don’t even think about it,” Eddie said, finishing reading the instructions on the thermometer sticking it in Steve's mouth before he could protest, “just be a good boy and keep this under your tongue for a few minutes, while I work on your heating problem.” It was a little fun watching Steve’s brain short circuit in real time when Eddie called him a good boy, but he didn’t linger long he still had a heater to repair. Eddie made quick work of repairing the heater replacing the broken part with the new one, and with one flip of a switch the heater whirred to life. “Never thought I’d say this Mudsod,” Steve said, removing the thermometer setting it on the counter, “but I thigk you’re by hero.” Eddie felt a warm flush creep up his face at Steve’s words, his heart thrumming in his chest as he busied himself with the thermometer. “Jesus Steve, do you do anything in halves?” He mumbled when he saw the reading, “I bet you didn’t even take anything this morning.” When he didn’t receive a reply he looked up at the other boy.
Steve wasn’t listening as he rubbed the heel of his palm into his nose, mouth hanging open slightly as his breath hitched, “Hhhhhh…” “You look ridiculous, just sneeze already.” Eddie rolled his eyes, tearing open the tissue box pressing a few into Steve's hand. He snagged the tissues burying his nose into them, “ ‘TSCHH! ‘TSCHHUUu! Hh’DKXnsh!” Snapping in half nearly hitting his head against the counter with three harsh sneezes. “Jesus…”Eddie said, measuring out medicine while Steve blew his nose, “there’s really no one else to cover for you.” “No,” Steve croaked, taking the medicine from Eddie downing it like a shot, “ it’s usually just be add Robid…add Keith but God knows where he is…” “Jeeze…”Eddie mumbled, “have you even had a break, like at all today?” Steve shook his head, regretting it when it made him a bit light headed forcing him to grab onto the counter. “Look, give me your vest,” The metal head said, holding his hand out to take it, “let me man the counter for a bit, go take a break, finish off your coco, let the medicine kick in.” “I dod’t think I’b, allowed to do that.” Steve answered, eyeing Eddie warily, still clearly needing some convincing. “Steve, we're practically alone in the store, who's gonna know,” Eddie told him, still holding his hand out expectantly, “come on babysitter, let someone fuss over you for a change.” Steve didn’t feel like arguing so he relented, shrugging off Eddie’s jacket before handing over his family video vest. “Thirty bidutes, that’s all I’b takigg,” He told the long haired man pointedly, “dod’t let be stay back there ady logger, clear?” “Crystal.”Eddie answered, sliding on the green vest watching the other boy leave disappearing into the back room.
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sleptwithinthesun · 2 years
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I NEED Steve reacting to Eddie’s kitten sneezes.
lmao don't we all. please enjoy a humble 1.8K fic, written straight from my goddamn soul because im insane about these two :)
It's beyond late when Steve pulls up to the Munson trailer, almost breathless with worry, shaking with the amount of pure anxiety and adrenaline in his system right now. He hates this, so much more than words will ever be able to express. The Upside Down has a special way of fucking with his psyche, pulling everything he's worked so hard to push down up to the surface and letting it breathe for the first time in years, life regained even though it was buried long ago. But for them, buried never really seems to mean dead, does it?
He pulls his Members Only jacket tighter around himself, the normally-calming night breeze biting into him. April in Hawkins is no joke, with the temperatures tending to be pleasantly cool during the day and plummeting back down during the night. As he approaches the trailer, he notices that most of the lights are still on, meaning that Eddie might still be awake. At least Steve won't be waking him up.
Three knocks on the door are all it takes for him to hear movement from inside the trailer, and he breathes out a sigh of relief as Eddie's footsteps move closer to the door. "Uncle Wayne? I thought you weren't going to be back until Thur—" He cuts himself off as soon as he sees Steve standing there, obviously taken aback. To his credit, though, his recovery is swift, even as tension bleeds into his limbs. "Oh, uh, hi. What're you... what are you doing here?"
"I'm sorry," Steve starts, drinking in the sight of Eddie. It's a relief to see him like this, messy-haired and in baggy pajamas and breathing, "for barging in on you. I just... I needed to make sure you were okay."
As soon as the words leave his mouth, he realizes how stupid they sound. He could have just picked up the phone and called him, there was no need to drive all the way over here, not really, but Steve needed to see. To confirm Eddie's safety with his own eyes.
Eddie stares at him for a moment, before nodding, a sad smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, I get that. Do you want to come in? It's a bit of a mess since I was cleaning, but the couch is fine." He lets Steve lead the way before following, closing the door behind the two of them and locking it, like he doesn't expect Steve to leave for a while. "Are you alright?"
Steve laughs humorlessly, sitting on the couch and looking down at his clasped hands. "No, not really."
To his surprise, Eddie wastes no time taking a seat next to him. "Do you, I don't know, maybe want to talk about it? I've been told I'm a good listener."
"And who told you that?"
"Most of the people who actually talk to me," Eddie says, shrugging. "My uncle, for one. Gareth. Dustin. And, uh, that's kind of it."
Steve leans back, turning his head so that he's looking at the other man. Eddie's not quite looking at him, in a similar position to Steve's just moments previous, his blank gaze transfixed on a bottle of cleaning spray that he must have left on the coffee table. "That's still not a lot."
"Not a lot of people wanted to talk to me even before I was a fugitive, Harrington."
"Fair point," Steve concedes. "Are you sure? I don't want to, like, crash your night or whatever."
Eddie scoffs, finally glancing over at Steve, even if it just lasts for a second. "Don't worry, you're not crashing anything. So far, it's just been a party between me and the dust bunnies." At Steve's tired expression, he sobers slightly. "It can wait until tomorrow, seriously. Besides, I wasn't going to be sleeping anyway."
He brings his legs up to sit in lotus style, and weirdly enough seems comfortable in it, relaxing against the back of the couch. His slumped posture causes his T-shirt to practically swallow him. It depicts the Metallica logo, because really, what else would Eddie sleep in? His sweatpants even have tiny bolts of lightning printed all over them. "What's bugging you?"
"The Upside Down," Steve tells him, averting his gaze again, absently cracking his knuckles, one by one, as he speaks. "I don't know if you've felt it, too, but it, like... it plays with your mind, man. Makes you remember things you don't want to, things you didn't even think you could remember anymore. And I don't know, I guess I've just been a bit paranoid about it all."
"I know what that's like." He glances over, sees Eddie with that far-off look again, and looks away. "Hell, I haven't slept in almost six days because of the nightmares." His nose twitches, and he inhales sharply, breaths stuttering with what Steve assumes to be emotion. "It's all just on repeat, right? Childhood memories combined with everything that happened, warping until they're the same fucking thing and—"
"—there's no escape," Steve finishes. "Yeah. It's exactly like that."
Silence stretches between the two of them, oddly comfortable, until Eddie breaks it with a sudden gasp. "hh'hg'nxt! gKT! hih'hh'kXsht!"
"Bless you," Steve tells him, taken aback by the suddenness of the triple. In the past week, he's gotten used to Eddie's common sneezes. Sort of. He's no longer surprised by the amount of them, at least.
"Ugh, sorry," Eddie mumbles, wiping at his nose with ringless fingers. "It's all this goddamn dust from cleaning. I'm listening if you still want to talk, I promise. Might just interrupt you a couple times."
"That's alright. I didn't really have much more to say, anyway, just needed someone to talk to." He shifts his weight, leaning forward and preparing to stand. "Sorry, again, for barging in on you."
Eddie looks up from where he's rubbing at his nose, which is already turning pink near his nostrils. "Wait, are you trying to leave?"
"Um, yes?"
"Dumbass," Eddie says, shaking his head affectionately. "Stay here. It's pitch-fucking-black outside, you really think I can let you drive in good conscience? I've got a couch and a bedroom, so take your pick. Or don't, I can always choose for you." With that, he turns away and crushes another set of sneezes into his shoulder. Steve's impressed. Only six since he's been here, which has to be some kind of all-time low. Eddie was a mess in the warehouse with all the dirt and dust. "h'kTt! ktsh! nGxt!"
Steve glances around, hoping there's a tissue box in the room, and comes up empty. "Bless you."
"Thanks." He stands up, pressing his bandana against his nose, and holds out his free hand to Steve. "I'm putting you in an actual bed, okay? No arguing."
"But—"
"That's an argument. You just sealed your fate," Eddie says, grabbing his hand when Steve doesn't go for his and dragging him down the hall. "My room."
Steve huffs out a breath, allowing Eddie to guide him for a few moments before an actual argument pops into his head. "You're just going to get worse if you stay in the living room, though. I mean, you said it yourself, it's all the dust."
Eddie actually pauses at that, contemplating, then keeps moving forward. "Well, then, I suppose we'll just have to share."
Oh.
See, the thing about Eddie Munson is that while he may be lacking in actual confidence in himself, once there's an idea in his mind, there's nothing anyone can do to talk him out of it. Meaning, Steve's about to spend the rest of the night in his bed. With him.
Jesus Christ.
"Fine," he manages, shrugging his jacket off the moment Eddie lets go of his wrist, intent on getting this over with as soon as possible. While a part of him is secretly thrilled at the prospect, the majority of him is anxious as hell. Steve's pretty sure he hasn't had a good night's sleep ever since he heard Chrissy was murdered.
Steve's still in pajamas, at least, so he doesn't have to borrow any of Eddie's clothes. He drapes his jacket over the back of the chair in the room, then glances over at his apparent bedmate for the night. "Are you coming?"
"Y-yeah, just gohhtta..." He breathes slowly for a couple seconds, knuckle pressed against his nose, but still loses the fight. "Shit, fuck, oh my GohhdT'sh! gxt'uh! mpt'shh!"
"Stop stifling. For the love of God, how many times do I have to tell you this? You're just going to make it worse," Steve says, walking over to the bed and lifting the covers. Maybe this won't be so bad.
Eddie stares at him for a second, nose still twitchy. "You know what, you're bossy. Has anyone ever told you that before?"
"Sure," he says, with a private roll of his eyes before his tone softens. "Get in. You need to sleep too, Eddie."
"Yeah, yeah, I know." Eddie grumbles as he crosses over to the bed, grabbing a tissue on the way and quietly blowing his nose. There's a whole box of them on the floor, Steve realizes, carefully placed so that they're within easy reach, with a small wire trash can right next to them. "I'm glad you're staying."
He exhales slowly as Eddie turns off the lights. "I am, too," he admits to the ceiling.
"I'm glad that you're glad," Eddie says, sliding into bed next to him.
"Don't get all sappy on me now, Munson."
"Me? Sappy? Unheard of."
Steve laughs quietly, the last sound before they both start settling down. Now that he's in bed with the lights off, all the exhaustion he's been carrying around finally sinks into him, and he wants nothing more than to sleep. He's almost there, too, when Eddie suddenly crumples with an actual fit of uncovered sneezes.
"h'iTshh'uh! ik'tsCh! hih'kshh! kSHh! Fuck, sorry— h'isHh! ishH'uh!" He's panting by the end of it, sniffling back sudden congestion and barely even noticing what he's just revealed.
"Are you kidding me?" Steve asks, pushing himself up on his elbow. "You've been stifling all this time for that?"
He can only imagine the quizzical look Eddie's sending him. "Fuck, Eddie, that's adorable. You sound like a kitten. I mean, that's barely even different from when you stifle, Christ, why do you even bother?"
"Shut up," Eddie whines, rolling over so that he's facing Steve and poking him on the face, landing just to the side of the incredulous smile that's gracing his face. "Go to sleep."
Miracles upon miracles, he does end up sleeping through the night. And when he wakes up in the morning, Eddie is curled into his side, sinuses swollen and exhaling wheezily before Steve pulls him out of the dust-ridden trailer and into the fresh April air so that he can actually breathe.
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werewolfsteveau · 1 year
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Welcome to the very first fic in my werewolf au! This is sort of the first part in this au establishing the premises, and who knows this might actually end up being a long fic, lol. But if anyone has any ideas for branching off little side plots to this story, you just wanna drop by to give your thoughts or you have any questions feel free to drop by my inbox!
“Welcome to Jumpstart, how can we help you jumpstart your day?” Robin droned in her best customer service voice when she heard the little bell over the door jingle. Looking up from her magazine, it felt like her brain was short-circuited when she found a pretty girl standing across the counter from her. Her pretty green eyes scanned the coffee shop like she was looking for someone. It probably took Robin longer than it should have to realize that she was saying something. ”I'm uh...sorry can you repeat that?” Robin stumbled over her words, feeling a hot flush creep up her face.
“Oh!” The girl exclaimed her eyes landing on Robin almost like she'd just noticed that she was there, “I'm uh looking for someone...Steve Harrington?” Robin felt like her heart dropped, shattering on the ground when the girl asked for her co-worker. “He's in the back...I can go grab him...”She mumbled dejectedly, pushing the door open, “Hey Dingus, there's someone here to see you!” The girl stood there waiting patiently, anxiously winding one of her curls around her finger when Steve stumbled out of the back. Her eyes widened a little and she had to stifle a giggle in the back of her hand when she caught sight of him. Robin didn't blame her, Steve looked ridiculous. He had a thick wool beanie pulled so far down on his head that it nearly cover his eyes, despite it still being fairly warm out. A crisp white mask covered his mouth and nose.
All he was missing was a pair of shades to complete the look. “Julie?” Steve exclaimed his head tilted slightly like a confused dog blinking at her, “I though you weren’t supposed to be in town til Friday…” “It is Friday...” Julie gave Steve a dumbfounded look as he stared blankly at her before an embarrassed flush crawled up his face all the way to his ears. ”Is there somewhere we could talk in private?” She asked pointedly her eyes never leaving Steve, the man shrinking underneath his gaze. ”Break rooms free,” Robin intervened, “just don't spend too long making out because some of us actually have work to do...” Robin felt a little bad watching Julie's face turn beet red, trying to fumble out a response before glaring pointedly at Steve. “You. Break room. NOW.” Julie hissed through gritted teeth. ”Julie!” Steve yelped as the smaller woman pushed him through the door. ~ ”Are you insane!?” Julie hissed at him in hushed tones once they were safely behind the closed door, “Do you have any idea what day it is!!?” ”October first?” Steve answered with a sheepish little shrug, holding his hands up to protect himself when Julie grabbed a rag swatting him with it. ”Don't be a smart ass, Steven,” Julie ground out through gritted teeth, “it's a full moon, a blood moon! Christ, aren't you supposed to be the werewolf!!? ”Little hard to forget with the fangs, Jules!!” He told her, pulling back the mask so he could show off his pearly whites. ”Your eyes are yellow too, dumbass,” Julie snorted watching as Steve fumbled with his phone so he could look, “and I'm sure the beanie isn't just a bold new fashion choice...fuck I thought you called out of work?” ”There wasn't anyone to cover me...”Steve sighed, squinting at the phone screen examining his iris', “shit they really are yellow.” ”Yeah they are...do you have a pair of shades on you?” Julie ran her hand down her face exasperated. ”Couldn't find them this morning...figured it'd be fine...”Steve grumbled sliding his phone back into his pocket. “What gives you're normally more careful than this...” She shoved him lightheartedly with a huff, “I think I might have a pair in my truck you can borrow...how much longer is your shift?” “I get off before it gets dark if that’s what you’re asking,” Steve told her, leaning back against the wall, “no closing shifts for this guy.” They nearly jumped out of their skin when someone started banging on the door, Steve fumbling to pull his mask back on his face hastily. “Hey lovebirds,” Robin called out, “times up, come out.” Julie looked at Steve feigning a gag at the mention of lovebirds. “Get the sunglasses first,” She tossed Steve her keys, “don’t let anyone see your eyes got it.” Watching Steve fumble to catch the keys before nodding to her. They left the break room so quickly that Julie almost ran directly into a familiar dark head of hair, and stumbled backward a hand catching her before she fell on her ass. “Whoa there,” Eddie said, a cheeky little grin on his face that showed off his dimples nicely, “was he that bad?” ”Eddie Munson, you bastard,” Julie grinned, throwing her arms around the older man, burying her face in his chest taking in the scent of leather and cheap cologne, “I haven't seen you since...middle school, not rocking the buzz cut anymore?” ”Nah, got me a full lion's mane now!” Eddie pulled away slightly so he could shake his head showing on his long curly hair, “Birdie told me about you and Harrington...you know you can do better right?” ”Not happening, Eds,” Julie wrinkled her nose, sticking her tongue out, “Stevie and I are strictly friends.” The little bell over the door dinged announcing Steve's return, and Robin snorted. ”You know I didn't get it before but I really think the pink heart sunglasses tie the look together.” She poked fun at him, while Eddie doubled over cackling. Julie shot him an apologetic, feeling a little bad but they were the only ones she had on hand. ”Starting a new trend or just trying to win a fashion contest, Harrington?” Eddie jabbed at Steve joining in the ribbing, and Steve's face flooded with hot shame. Turning a lovely shade of pink that matched the glasses. ”Laugh it up, Munson, at least I have fashion.” Steve jabbed back, rolling his eyes behind the rose-colored lenses. ”Oh yeah because your collection of polo shirts just screams fashion, sorry I think I'll stick with my battle vest,” Eddie sniffed, thumbing at his nose, “you look like a gap model.” ”You think I could be a model?” Steve flashed a charming smile, smoothly bringing his hand to his chest feigning as if he'd received a genuine compliment from the older man. ”My mistake, Gap is too sophisticated, I heard baby gap is hiring.” Eddie looked up at Steve with a devilish grin on his face. Steve felt like his face was on fire as he opened his mouth to retaliate. ”Enough, with the pissing contest, I'm drowning over here, ”Robin call out from where she was making drinks, “you're supposed to be on the register, Steve.” Steve's mouth snapped shut. It didn't matter anyway since Eddie's attention wasn't on their conversation anymore. He was using his wrist to scrub at his nose now turning it a lovely irritated shade of pink. ”You good, Eds?” Julie asked, but Eddie only held up a finger pausing for a moment. His mouth hung open slightly, eyelids at half mast as his chest swelled slightly with hitching breaths. ”Hhih'! Ih'GXSHht!” He sneezed off to the side, pinching his nose between his fingers so that he could rub at it with a little squish. “Gh...sorry about that...probably allergic to Harrington's shitty cologne.” Eddie nodded in Steve's direction. ”I don't wear cologne, asshole.” Steve grumbled, passing off an order to Robin before going back to the counter to take another order. “Can't be much else...sndf,” Eddie knuckled as his flushed nostrils, “I'm only all-heh allergic to pollen, your shitty colo-hhh-cologne...and dogs.” ”Oh, I forgot you were allergic to dogs...”Julie started covering her mouth with her hand, as Steve's head snapped towards her nearly dropping the drink in his hand. ”Yeah, wha-hah...what does that have to do with anything?” Eddie snuffled thickly into the back of his wrist. Swiping at his nose. ”My old roommate in Cali had a dog, and I haven't gotten a chance to wash the fur off my clothes!” Julie answered a little too quickly, “It's probably what's setting you off...is what I'm saying?” Eddie gave her an odd look which quickly turned hazy with the need to sneeze. “Hih’IH’GSShxt! ‘GXXSHht! ‘XSHhtiew! HIh’GSHIEW!!!” He pulled his bandanna out of his pocket pressing it to his leaky nose. “gh…shit sorry I gotta get out of here, later.” He gave a little wave while taking his coffee before dipping out of the coffee shop.
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meforeverz · 2 years
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Dropping my own E/ddie snz headcannons! Some of these are inspired by other people (chech out @dontfeeltoohot and @sleptwithinthesun for some other headcanons and some great fics!)
He's allergic to dust, mold, cats, most types of pollen and perfumes. Scented candles get to him as well.
He's pretty photic, to the point that usually when he wakes up he sneezes because of the change of light.
His immune system is surprisingly good, he rarely gets sick. When he does get sick he's prone to losing his voice.
Sneezes in stifled triples (we just all agree on this it seems lol) though when he really gets going the fits slowly become longer and longer.
Not a super shy sneezer, but will get embarrassed if he interrupts people too much. Cursed quite often after sneezing though.
That's all I have for now!
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voracious-things · 4 months
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So how do we feel about borrower Eddie
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poetic-illness · 2 years
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Fic inspired by this post by @ceiestiaie. —
It’s five minutes until class starts and Steve Harrington still isn’t here. 
Eddie frowns. The young man (not that he isn’t young himself) is usually at least ten minutes early to each class and sits in the front, attentive and ready to learn. He had heard from his colleagues that Steve wasn’t the best student, but he hasn’t seen anything of the sort. The young man is always willing to do his work and discuss the readings in class. But today… It looks like he might not show up. 
He doesn’t like to play favorites in his classes, but Steve is definitely one of his favorites, and he’s going to miss his presence. Instead, he’ll have to deal with a bunch of blank faces staring back at him. Yay. 
--
One minute after class starts, Steve quietly walks into class and sits in the back, carrying a thermos of… something and a box of tissues. He sets the items on the desk next to him and pulls out his notebook and pen. 
Eddie begins lecturing, but occasionally looks back to see what Steve’s doing. Several times he pinches his nose and bobs forward with what looks like a stifled sneeze. Eddie’s heart aches looking at him. He’s clearly sick, and that’s confirmed when Steve pulls a tissue from the box next to him and wipes his nose. 
Sighing softly, Eddie continues his lecture. 
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Halfway through the lecture, Eddie looks back over at Steve and the young man’s head is on his desk, resting on his notebook, eyes closed and lips parted slightly. 
The poor kid, Eddie thinks. He’s clearly too sick and tired to even stay awake during what seems like his favorite class. 
Eddie decides to let him rest until the end of the class when everyone’s gone. He seems to need it. 
--
Once class is over and everyone leaves, Eddie walks over to Steve’s desk and watches him for a moment. Just as he’s about to reach out to wake him up, his eyes flutter open and he’s sniffling and grabbing a tissue to wipe his nose. 
“Steve, are you alright?” Eddie asks, frowning. 
Steve gasps and a strange expression crosses over his face before he’s launching into his elbow. “ESSSSHHH! ISSSSHHH! TISSSSHH!” 
Eddie flinches. “Jesus, Steve. That’s some cold you have.” 
Steve pulls another tissue from the box and holds it against his nose. “‘Scuse me… I’m sorry.” He sounds so unbelievably tired and congested. 
“Don’t apologize,” Eddie says. “Why did you even come to class with a cold like that?” 
“Attendance,” Steve rubs his nose. 
“I’m not going to take points off if you’re sick. You could’ve sent an email or a text.” 
“I also wanted to see you,” Steve whispers. 
“See me?” Eddie asks, brow furrowing. 
“You’re my best professor.” Steve laughs softly before coughing into his elbow. 
Jeez, he sounds bad. 
“Well, thank you for that, but you shouldn’t risk getting any worse by coming to class.” 
“I know.” 
“Go get some rest, Steve.” 
“Thanks.” Steve grabs his things and heads out. 
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softsnzstuff · 3 months
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A Week With the Munsons
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Based on my post:
Wayne gets the flu, followed very shortly by Eddie. Steve has been coming over to keep them company until he gets sick too.
Word Count: 1.6k | Canon - set in 1986
Eddie would be the first person to tell you that Wayne Munson is always on his feet working on something or helping someone. Eddie will ALSO be the first one to worry should there come a day that Wayne isn’t up and about, covered in oil or dirt.
The 21 year old shut off the kitchen sink with his forearm, tossing the towel over the shoulder of his Hellfire shirt as he carried in a plate of toast, black coffee, and some Asprin with both hands.
“How you feeling, old man?”
He phrased the question as a casual tease, but deep down, he was really worried.
“I’ll tell ya Ed,” he coughed chestily, “I haven’t had a flu this bad since 1963.”
Eddie frowned, setting the food down on the side table.
He’d noticed his uncle seemed more tired than usual since the beginning of the week - chalked it up to long hours and not enough sleep. But now Wayne was laid up on the pullout and had called out of work for the second day in a row after having been sent home early two days ago.
“That’s no good. I’m sorry.”
Wayne coughed again, “What’s no good is you spending all your time looking after me. I can take care of myself.”
There was no heat behind the words, if anything, it was sympathy.
“I know you can.” Eddie started, “But I’m here to take care of you so you’re stuck with me!”
He faked an evil laugh, and retreated to the small table by the phone. His DND binder was out and he was planning for the next campaign.
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A few hours had passed and Wayne was snoring on the pullout. The campaign was sort of coming together, but after awhile, Eddie’s brain got foggy and it was hard to think of new ways to advance the plot.
There was a light knock at the door. Someone who wanted to let their presence known but also didn’t want to disturb. Steve. He’s been coming over the past day or two to keep Eddie company and help with the campaign brainstorming.
Eddie stood up, having to pause for a moment to stabilize himself. He answered the door while rubbing at his eyes.
“Hey- are you okay?” Steve asked, voice hushed.
“Yeah, just… got up too fast.” Eddie groaned, sniffling. “Come in.”
The younger man followed his partner inside the trailer, taking note of Wayne sleeping in the living room. “Came by to see if you needed help with your campaign.”
Eddie waved a hand dismissively in the air. “Started working on it but wasn’t feeling it right now. Thanks for coming.” He smiled, kissing Steve on the lips.
The pair made their way to the metalhead’s room where Steve perched on the edge of Eddie’s bed.
“So how’s Wayne?”
“Ehh, he hasn’t gotten any worse but it’s super weird to see him down for this long.” Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose, “I mean you know him. He’s usually so…? Active n shit.. hhh H’xCHT! G’tSCH! N’xxT!”
Eddie rocked forward with each stifle, trying not to wake his uncle in the next room.
“Bless you!” Steve exclaimed.
“Ngh. Thanks.” The older man sniffled wetly against the back of his hand, a barely noticeable shiver rattling through his body. “S’cold.”
Eddie opened his small closet and grabbed a black hoodie, pulling it over his head. The newly developed tickle in his nose was not going away.
He grabbed the collar of the sweatshirt with both hands and ducked down inside, trying to muffle the sound. “Ptssch! M’ptCHh! … h’kTSCHiew!”
When he looked back up, Steve was now standing in front of him, looking concerned.
Steve gently reached a hand up, resting it on his boyfriends forehead behind the bangs. “You don’t sound too hot, Eds, are you catching this flu?”
Eddie sniffled helplessly into the sleeve of his jacket, “N’do.”
Steve cocked his head and raised a questioning eyebrow.
“Yes??” Eddie asked, looking at Steve for the verdict.
Feeling the warmth radiating off of his partner, Steve nodded, frowning.
“Fuck. I thought I was just tired.” Eddie scrubbed at his face.
“Let’s go take a nap then babe.” Steve’s voice was so soft and tempting.
“That’s so boring for you though. You can go home, I’d understand.”
“And leave you and Wayne here sick? No chance. I’ll just put something on the tv with the volume real low.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Steve is relaxing on the couch with the living room tv on a super low volume. His arm is around Eddie, who has curled into the smallest ball on Steve’s lap with a blanket over him and a box of tissues tucked under his arm.
It’s probably about 4pm when Wayne blinks himself awake, groaning slightly as he props himself up on the pullout.
“Hey Mr.Munson.” Steve waves from the couch.
“You can call me Wayne, kiddo. What’re you watching?”
Steve grins, “Ferris Bueller. Wanna join?”
“Sure.”
Wayne sits all the way up and sips at his glass of water from the table when he really notices Eddie. His nephew’s lips are slightly parted, a familiar congested snore escaping them. He takes note of the tissue box under his arm and the fever flush dusted across his cheeks.
“Aw crap.” He sighs, feeling guilty. “Eddie too?”
Steve nods, “He went down pretty quick. How are you feeling?”
The eldest Munson shrugs, “Been better. Been worse. I feel like I should get him to bed.”
Wayne nods towards Eddie, uncle instincts kicking in. “I’m sure he’s like a personal heater over there.”
Steve chuckles and nods. His boyfriend is absolutely throwing off heat waves right now.
The brunette rubs his partner’s arm and leans down to speak softly. “Hey buddy, let’s get you into your own bed, hmm?”
Eddie shifted slightly, letting out a small groan that turned into a cough.
“Come on son, if you go lay down I’ll make you some jello water.” Wayne stood up and was now hovering over his nephew, trying to encourage some movement.
Eddie opened his eyes, only half there, slowly getting up with the blanket still draped around him. Steve guided him down the short hallway to the bedroom where he flopped onto the bed and resumed his curled position.
“I’ll be back in a second.” Steve said softly before joining Wayne at the stovetop where he was boiling some water.
“When Eddie was little,” Wayne started as he stirred the water, “I’d make him jello water when he got sick. S’basically just jello that ain’t solid yet. Tastes like candy but keeps him hydrated. Told him it would make him feel better and I think he still believes it.”
Steve smiled as Wayne coughed into his shoulder before adding the jello pack and some cold water.
“So that’s the trick then, huh?” Steve laughed. “My parents used to just stick me in a cold shower and then send me out to school.”
The man tried to hide the sadness behind his eyes. “Well next time you’re sick I’ll make you some jello water too. And you can try some now as well!”
He spooned a little into two plastic cups that had probably been there since Eddie was a child.
Steve grabbed two to head into Eddie’s room, “Thanks Wayne.”
The man nodded, retreating back to the pullout. When Steve got to the bedroom, Eddie was sat up blowing his nose.
“H’etCHuhew!! snrkk” he tossed the practically soaked tissue to the side and grabbed a fresh one. “This is awful. Is that m’by jello water?”
“Yeah,” Steve handed a cup over and Eddie downed it, lying back down.
Steve drank his too and crawled under the covers, where Eddie immediately wrapped himself around Steve. He looked up at the younger man, “I love you. Thanks for staying with m’be even though we’re all gross.”
“Lucky for you, you’re still adorable.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~
Wayne awoke the next morning to the sound of some clamoring in the kitchen and some coughing.
He peeked over at the clock - 9:47am. Despite it being late in the morning, the trailer was dark and quiet - the sure fire way to tell that the Munsons were sick.
“Alright there Ed?” Wayne sat up, ready to go take care of whatever his nephew was doing. Upon looking though, he realized it wasn’t Eddie. “Steve?”
The 20 year old looked up, he was pale with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. Hair sticking up in every direction. He coughed again into his elbow.
“I’m sorry, I was getting some water. I didn’t mean to wake you.” He was clearly flustered.
“You okay bud? You seem out of it.” Wayne approached slowly.
“Yeah I’m fine. Umm I actually think I’m sick, I was gonna head home…”
“No no no,” now it was Steve’s turn to have his forehead felt, “You’re in no condition to drive. You’ll stay with us and I’ll take care of you boys. I’m feeling a little better today.”
“But…”
“No buts. You’re one of us. Get back in bed and I’ll make you both some jello water.”
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vilbro · 2 years
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Eddie's casual one-off sneezes would be so dramatic. He'd swing his head foward, his hair flying in front of his face - and then pull his whole head backwards once he is done, shaking his head and making this loud groan after.
But when he gets sick, it's different. The first ones he plays off in his normal manner. But then the sneezes start coming more frecuently, and they become more silent and almost annoyed. Like he wants them done with as fast as possible. He curses between sneezes and sniffles trying to get the itching to stop. He starts getting grumpy and keeps rubbing his nose with his sleeve and the palm of his hand. It rarely works.
When it's been going on for few days, he starts to sound more defeated than anything. When he starts to hitch he will probably say something like "No- not fuck-hh-ing agai-" before he sneezes. He sneezes in threes, and his nose is very sensitive - sneezes just triggering more sneezes.
He is too stubborn to carry napkins with him. He won't need them if he decides he doesn't, right? So he keeps sneezing to his elbows and rubbing his nose with his hands. After a bad fit you can see him rubbing his nose with his palm and then wiping it to his vest, sniffling loudly.
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minteacutie · 1 year
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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.
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nametakensff · 5 months
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I know I'm delusional and it will never happen in this lifetime but wouldn't it be fucking neat if in s5 of s/tranger t/hings for just no reason whatsoever s/teve h/arrington develops the sneeziest headcold ever. And then everything that's happening just happens and he has to deal with it all. All the stress and drama and potential injuries. Whilst also sneezing and blowing his nose. Swooning a little when his temperature spikes. I just think that would be fun 🤪
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sleptwithinthesun · 2 years
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could you pls write steve and eddie play wrestling and eddie is coming down with a cold and they keep having to pause their rough housing for eddie to sneeze and steve teases him about it
holy shit. this... kind of got away from me. not in length, but in, like, subtext and shit. and yeah i know this was supposed to be fun but whoops i tripped and spilled the angst. please enjoy a healthy 1.3K+ words of my brainrot :)
"How the hell are you this good at wrestling?"
Eddie grins, teeth bared, and grunts as he hooks Steve's leg with his own. "Trust me, when you spend most of your time on the ground in a fight, you learn to get really good at grappling," he says, barely even struggling to flip Steve and pin him to the ground, even though Steve has nearly forty pounds on him. "And I mean, like, really good."
"I can tell," Steve manages, panting. He closes his eyes for a second, letting himself go limp, before suddenly bringing his hands up to Eddie's chest and shoving, attempting to shift the weight off of him. Unfortunately for him, it doesn't work, as Eddie counters the motion by simply dropping the entirety of his admittedly-not-that-much weight onto Steve. Still, the air leaves his lungs with an uff! and Eddie laughs victoriously.
"Nice try," he says, an inch away from Steve's face. They stay there for a second before Eddie straightens himself up, standing and holding out a hand to Steve. "Want to go another round?"
Steve shrugs. "I don't know, Munson. You keep winning. Is this just an excuse to beat me up?"
"I mean, a little," Eddie tells him, swiping a knuckle across the underside of his nose and revealing an excited smile. "We can make it a little more fair, though, if you want."
He raises an eyebrow, skeptical. "Oh, yeah? And how would propose we do that?"
Eddie puts an arm behind his back, pulling the bandana he usually keeps in his back pocket out and holding it up in front of Steve, putting it on display. "I," he starts dramatically, "do this blindfolded."
"No shot," Steve immediately counters. At the expression on Eddie's face, he shakes his head to emphasize his opinion. "No way, dude. You cannot win this round."
He raises the bandana up to his face, covering his eyes and tying it at the back of his head. "Watch me, Harrington," he challenges.
Steve's already dropping into stance, weight held low with his elbows hovering maybe half a foot above his knees. Eddie's unprepared right now, brushing his hair out of his face and tucking it behind his ears, so maybe if he acts now he'll catch him off guard.
Mind made up, Steve circles around to Eddie's side and immediately goes for the man's waist, hoping that if he manages to pin him first, his extra height and weight on the other will give him an advantage. His head goes into Eddie's stomach, and he feels hands on his shoulder blades. Bracing himself, Steve tightens his grip, fingers interlocking with each other.
"Clever move," Eddie murmurs, air hissing out from between his teeth as Steve gets his head to the side of Eddie's ribcage. "A sneak attack. Still, though, I told you. I'm not losing. Not to you, and not today."
"That's what you think," Steve grunts, dragging Eddie to the ground and quickly scrambling to pin him. Somehow, he manages to wriggle his way out of Steve's grip, wrapping both legs around his torso and shoving him sideways a second later. "Shit!"
"My turn." He brings his legs a bit higher, drawing his knees to his chest, then shoves outwards so that Steve is no longer in contact with any part of his body. It takes no time for Eddie to crawl over to him, feeling around with his hands until he lands on Steve's shoulder, and get an arm around his neck while he's still trying to sit up.
Instead of going down instantly, like Steve assumes Eddie's thinking, he manages to resist the shifting of weight and lands with his back on Eddie's chest, effectively pinning him. Pressed together like this, he can feel each breath Eddie takes, feeling the way they start to stutter. "Too much for you?"
"No, no," Eddie says, squirming just enough to free his hand and press it up to his face. "Sohh... sorry, I'm gonna— ngt! ktt! h'nxt'uh!" Each sneeze is practically swallowed, stifled into near-silence. Steve can feel him shudder with each one, unable to get off in time to free Eddie. "Shit, Steve, I'm so sorry."
He's wordless for a moment, crouched as Eddie recovers. "Don't, uh, don't worry about it. You can't help it." Steve holds out a hand once Eddie's lowered his own hand from his face, sniffling. The bandana's been pulled down to his neck, still tied.
"Hold up, I hhave to sneeze again..." Eddie pulls away, back angled slightly towards Steve, and presses his face into his left shoulder. "mp'tch! tsHh! h'kshh'uh!"
"Bless you, bless you, bless you," Steve tells him, timing his blessings with each sneeze Eddie stifles and shifting slightly closer to put a hand on Eddie's shoulder. "You alright? This is, like, the fourth time we've had to stop in the past thirty minutes." It's true; Eddie has been sneezing on and off since they started wrestling each other, but it hasn't actually happened while they were roughhousing yet.
Eddie nods, leaning slightly into his touch as his hands come up to untie the bandana, bringing it up to his still-twitching nostrils. "Yeah, no, I'm fine. It's just..."
He sighs. "Eddie—"
"I might be coming down with a cold," Eddie confesses, the words rushed like Steve's going to get mad at him. "It's not bad, though."
And yeah, Steve could do exactly what Eddie expects of him; he could get mad and lecture him about being reckless with his health. Again. But on the other hand...
Steve shifts his hand, moving from Eddie's shoulder to his face and, before he can react, taps the tip of his nose. Predictably, Eddie draws back, nose twitching, and does his best to absolutely smother the set of sneezes it triggers. "Fuck, Harringtohh-hon. hih'hDt'shHh!" He fails to stifle the first one, but brings his hand up to his face and pinches his nose in a desperate move Steve's never seen before, gasping into his hand as the next three hit him. "hg'nxt! ngt! h'ng'sHh! Holy shit, why the fuck would you do that?"
"Sensitive," he teases, reaching out to poke at Eddie's nose again. The other bats his hand away, eyes wide. "What? It's kind of cute."
Eddie shakes his head. "Stop it, Steve. Just get the lecture over with already, okay?" His eyes are glassy, not with the need to sneeze anymore, but with slowly-welling tears. He glances away, blinking rapidly as his hair falls in front of his face, effectively shielding it from Steve's view. "I know you're mad at me, okay? You don't... have to hide it. I can handle some anger."
"Hey, what?" Steve asks, brows furrowing with confusion. "I'm not mad, Eddie. Look at me." His hand reaches out, now with the intent of turning Eddie's face back towards him. The other flinches away from the fingertips ghosting along his jaw, gritting his teeth, but meets Steve's eyes. "I'm not mad at you. I swear. You know what you can handle, okay? And if that's wrestling with me while you're sick, then I just have to accept that." He shrugs, the movement causal. "Besides, it's kind of cute. You're all flushed and shit."
"Oh my God, shut up," he says, covering his hands with his face, a visible smile spreading underneath his palms. "You're kidding."
"I'm not kidding!"
"You're shitting me right now."
"Eddie, I swear, I'm not joking."
"You really aren't mad?" Eddie asks, and shit, his voice is tiny.
"No. I'm not mad at you. I promise." Steve grabs at Eddie's hand, pulling it away from his face. Then, instead of saying anything else, he pokes Eddie's nose again, grinning as he splutters.
Eddie's breath starts hitching a second later. "Fuck you," he growls, not even pretending to be serious as he lifts the bandana back up to his face. "h'gXxt! kt'sHh-sH'uh! hih'itsh! Holy shh'tsHh'ushh!"
Steve can't suppress the laughter bubbling in up his chest. "Come on, sneezy, let's get you back home. You have tissues there, right?"
"Yeah," he says, pushing a knuckle against his nose and rubbing. "Yeah, I have... so many fucking tissues."
"Of course you do," Steve sighs, standing and pulling Eddie up with him. The older sneers mockingly at him for just a second before his face relaxes and he presses his shoulder against Steve's in a gesture of friendship.
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Been OBSESSED with E/ddie M/unson recently (even though I’ve actually only watched volume 4 of ST and not the other ones and I watched 4 for him lol) so here’s a drabble of him! Allergic DM sneezing during his narration :) Enjoy!
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“hhh’IGNk! IhNK! H’nXKt! Jesus, sorry. You press on into the dungeon and find two diverging paths. Which one do you choose?” Eddie said, quickly swiping his ringed knuckles across his nose.
“Bless you dude. Are you sure you’re okay?” Dustin asked. His sentiment was echoe’d by the other members of the Hellfire club and Steve, who’d finally been dragged to one of Eddie’s D&D nights.
Eddie sniffed before responding, already fighting against the next triple of sneezes he could feel. “Yeah, like Ihh- I said, fall just rea- fuck- H’NKKch! eh’Gnnk! I’XKkt! Fall just really gets to me.” his nose had been continuously been bothering him for the past few weeks. He was used to it by now, but that didn’t make it less annoying sometimes “So, left or right, which one?” he continued. While his players discussed he took the chance to quickly blow his nose. He barely had the chance to hear Steve advocate for splitting the party (and Dustin and Mike’s strong disagreements) before having to duck back down into another stifled small fit. “h-hHINKk! H’NGGk’uw! Ih’KTch’Ew! Ugh.” the last two sneezes got away from him a little and he was forced to blow his nose again. Feeling slightly embarrassed from the repeated interruption he looked back up at the party. “Made your decision yet?” he asked.
“We’re going right.” Steve said, clearly slightly displeased with the result of the discussion.
Eddie nodded, rubbing his nose again and quickly fluttering through his notes. “Okay. So you all turn right into the dimly lit corridor. As you whh- oh for fucks sakh- hGKt! ihKTT! nnTKkew! Sorry, as you walk for around ten minutes the corridor slowly starts to turn less cave like and more like someone excavated it. Walking more it turns into a full man made corridor almost seemlessly. I need,” he quickly glanced back at his notes and at the marching order on the map, “Steve and Dustin to roll for something.”
“25!”
“2.”
He couldn’t help but chuckle at the disappointment in Steve’s voice at the tragically low roll. 
“So while you, Dustin, stop in time, you Steve walk straight into a trap. The floor beneath you opens up and I need you to roll another time for reflexes.” he said.
“Come on man! You can do it!” Dustin said, patting Steve on the back.
“15?” Steve asked, a hint of hesitation in his voice.
“Just enough. You manage to grab onto the ledge and haul yourself back onto the floor.” the players let out a sigh of relief. Eddie also let out a sigh, but it was one that immediately transitioned into hitching breaths. “Hu’INK! nN’KK’chu! hGnK! Jesus Christ!” he sighed, sinking back into his chair and non verbally acknowledging the blessings of the group.
“It might be time we wrap up guys. I still need to get you kids home in time.” Steve suddely piped up.
While the kids heavily protested Eddie couldn’t help but shoot Steve a grateful look. While the stubborn part of him wanted to continue, his more logical side acknowledged that it was time for him to wrap up. All the sneezing was beginning to exhaust him.
“Look. If you kids go without complaining now I’ll be back next week, okay?” Steve relented. Under now happy cheering the kids filed out of the room, leaving Eddie and Steve alone for a second.
“Thanks man.” Eddie said genuinly, rubbing his nose again.
“No worries, though,” Steve chuckled, “maybe take some benadryl next time?”
Eddie chucked too. “Might be a good idea yeah.”
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