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First I want to apologize for being offline/inactive for longer everywhere without telling beforehand. And that I did not answer anyone regarding RPing or chatting over the last weeks. Mostly on discord but also here.
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- Or how Azariah met Sofia -
Summary: Azariah never had allergies before. Which is why she does not pay that much attention to the nagging itch and growing congestion she experiences after jogging outside. At least not until it keeps lingering and getting worse. Right next to that sweet baker´s food fair stall of all things.
This time no spelled out sneezes. But they and all the urgently growing tickles and congestion are thoroughly described. ;)
CW: I´ve mentioned mess/spray/wet sneezing and sniffling several times but it is not super descriptive. Also mention of food since it´s a food/bakers fair the two are at. Some cussing because Azariah tends to do that. Even inwardly.
Fic starts under the cut
Azariahs gaze wandered over the aisles and the various goods stacked up not sky but at least top shelf high. All peeking through the various food stalls where one looked more promising than the next.
She normally wasn´t one who´d dive into shopping trips and crowded places for fun. But there certainly were exceptions:
Like pushing her way through overcrowded streets to be rewarded with the newest fine clothing at any kind of fancy men's tailor. And the extra sweet topping of politely voiced confusion some of these suffered from when they noticed that, yes indeed, she was the customer. And wanted to try on this, that, and oh! Please give me the black Tom Ford one with the grey silk tie, too. Thank you. Instead of just searching a practical gift for her not existing boyfriend, fiancé or husband. Not that she would say no to some new cuff buttons herself. One could never have enough of them: Silver, gold, black, with engravings, all those different shapes... Azariah wasn´t one for wearing jewelry but surely did not mind gently adorning a suit to make it rise to the occasion even more.
The other one was visiting various kinds of foods markets and the attached shops.
Or going all in with this big ass fair packed to the brims with various baked goods, the sweetest treats and mouthwatering, savory deliciousness. Plus the perfect ingredients to create all that herself once back at home.
The air was filled with various kinds of alluring smells. One more tempting than the other but never mingling to a point of being uncomfortable.
At least that´s how it should have been. Azariahs nose was way too congested to tell. That damned thing had been a mess ever since she´d left the house for a run this morning. It had worsened more and more until running properly had become an actual challenge.
And even a steamy shower had not properly managed to clear her sinuses. Instead only provoked a fit of harsh, draining sneezes that had forced her to brace both hands against the wall. They had left her breathless and dizzy without a bit of satisfaction. Or soothed need. Instead only intensified the pressuring congestion that did not vanish with the help of nose blowing either.
It was weird and infuriating. To a point were she was so hopelessly stuffed up that her lips had to stay softly parted to breathe.
The irritation wasn´t stopping at that though. There was that constant buzzing itch that teased and tickled insistently enough to make Azariahs eyes water. And oh my fucking god those itched, too.
Sometimes that constant, unwanted stimulation would rise and prompt her sharp, lightly downturned nose to twitch in response. Then tuck on her lips. Contort them into a snarl before her mouth opened for a series of urgent, gasping hitches.
She´d cuss under her shaking breath and turn aside from anyone around her. Arm raised up hastily enough to show the fluent movement of muscles under her midnight blue button down shirt. She´d hover above the crook for a bit. Face helplessly scrunched up, long nostrils flaring back even further. Body tensed and chest moving with fruitless, teasing build ups that would crest in a frustrating and embarrassedly voiced false start. Right followed by another inaudible curse as she´d dab at her eyes. Or wince at a few very congested sniffles that made her whole sinuses burn.
All that only to be forced to give a repeat performance a few minutes later. So much for enjoying her rare free day by eating piles of tasty food. Or gathering some inspiration for new dessert creations. Her nose seemed to have other plans apparently. And those were distracting enough to demand Azariahs full attention. Begrudgingly but undeniably so.
She was just about to head towards a bathroom to, well, do something against that. Get some relief and pause from that nagging, vexing tickle with whatever solutions some privacy could offer. But it seemed like her nose had other plans with these intentions as well. The lingering irritation sparked to live with irresistible force and pushed her past the point of no return.
Azariahs breath first caught in her chest as if surprised by the sudden ferocious urge that tickle had caused. Then her eyes fluttered and face contorted with a deep, gasping inhale that so clearly spoke of need it was audible. She shuddered forward, stumbled amidst two steps, and fiercely sneezed into the crook of her right arm.
The sound was loud and made the throat scraping quality clearly audible even when forcefully muffled. It left her hazy and a palpable damp spot on her shirt. Which would have made her curse again if not for apparently needing to repeat that as well. Right away, it seemed.
Azariahs eyes had barely opened again when they fluttered shut anew in a flurry of black lashes dappled in irritated tears. She shook her head. Desperately, as if too ward off what could not be contained anyways.
Then hid her face behind the still raised arm again as the second sneeze hit. Full bodied, demanding and unable to be restrained in any kind of way.
Still, it wasn´t enough to soothe the burning tickle, that itch so hard to satisfy. Just fuelled another one.
Azariah subconsciously braced herself against a nearby stall, almost crumpled against it. Her left arm came up to aid the cover the other one seemed lacking. Right in time for a deep inhale that titled her head back. Exposed widely flaring nostrils just above her forearm. A gasp before another forceful sneeze was muffled against the soft fabric.
It made Azariah wince with the sound that was sharp and throaty yet underlined with spraying wetness. She shuddered at the short-lived aches the sneeze had left in it´s wake. Among a shit load of loosened congestion she tried to sniff back with a miserably gurgling, crackling sound.
At least that wrenching triple seemed to have taken the sting out of the irritation. For now.
Azariah blinked a bit dazedly in search for anything that could stem the flood threatening to leak out. Her fiercely blushed nose was securely tucked into her sleeve. Scrunched up with wet sniffles that were desperate enough to raise her shoulders. She was so occupied with her fruitless hunt for anything to mop up the mess that a sudden, very close voice startled her.
"Bless you. Do you need a tissue?" It asked and was soft spoken but not timid. Just very gentle. "Well, it´s not tissues but napkins... Lots of those at least." The woman added and there was a hint of friendly amusement underlining the words.
Azariahs cheeks flushed in the same tone of her nose when she turned around to face the shop keeper. So that was the thing keeping her upright. The counter of a small shop that sold cookies. Lots of them.
"Jeez. I´m very sorry. That probably wasn´t the best thing to do around here." Azariah said with an apologetic smile that was still hid by her sleeve yet honest enough to make her grey eyes crinkle around the corners. Her voice sounded about as rough as she felt right now.
"I swear I´m not sick. It´s just all that...Whatever that is..." She used her free hand to gesture to her face and teary eyes before taking the napkins and turning around. How could whatever that fucking was still tickle after all that? Her nose felt ready to fall off.
"Allergies?" The woman asked in that same mellow tone that seemed also a little sympathetic now. A melodious accent curled around the vowels. It was very nice to listen to.
Azariah shook her head, back still facing the shopkeeper. She had never suffered from allergies before. Why should that start today out of all times? Azariah thought and started to blow her nose as unobtrusively as possible.
It ended to be an excruciating long, messy affair that used up the pile of napkins she´d been given. Well, completely destroyed those. Great, very appealing.
"Excuse me." Azariah mumbled. Then turned around again and dumped the crumpled mess into a nearby bin. Still her nose had decided to keep leaking which made her sniff thickly again. She scowled at herself.
"... Aaand excuse me again. I should probably go off to be gross somewhere else." Azariah said with a sheepish laugh that was a little hoarse around the edges. Thus perfectly matching that scratchy feeling lingering in her throat. And irritating tingle that seemed to have settled in her nasal cavities for today.
"Please take these with you then. And get well soon." The woman smiled.
And damn, it was a gorgeous little gesture: Curving those plush lips upward. Then dimpling her softly shaped cheeks before sparking even more life into her big, brown eyes. Friendly, warm and crowned by long lashes. Colored in a tone of rich chocolate like the mass of long hair barely to be tamed by that thick braid. It looked so silky as it disappeared behind nicely rounded shoulders.
Ah fuck, Azariah felt herself blush again. Even more so when she finally noticed the folded up napkins held out to her. Sure, just keep thinking about beautiful eyes and pretty smiles when your nose is dripping all over the place. That´s the way to go.
"Yeah! Right. See you-huh no... I meant: Thank you!" Azariahs wince morphed into another sheepish, yet thankful smile. Then she turned on her heels to tactically retreat to the bathroom.
Or well, maybe fleeing there. Just a little.
She was sure to hear a friendly, good natured giggle trail after her. And somehow could not help but feel like she wanted to listen to it again. Even if it meant making a dorky mess out of herself.
Maybe Azariah could recover from that embarrassment and come back to buy some of those cookies. To make up for the life-long supply of napkins she had just used. Besides, they had looked very tasty after all. Who could say no to them. They were awesome. And as an apology in case her sudden fit had scared away some customers. That was just polite, right? She knew how to be polite after all. Mostly.
Maybe, after she´d manage to get her nose back under control and herself presentable again. For the...Cookies...That had been very nice... Looked very nice. Huh.
Azariah groaned at her reflection in the mirror that looked about as flustered as she felt.
taking sweaters and jackets and scarves and other cold weather clothing from the back of the closet when the temperature drops and discovering how much dust has accumulated between the threads while they sat there untouched over the summer
I want to introduce my OC Azariah because I´ll post a fic for her later today! :)
Haven´t done art for her yet but found a picrew that fits so well. Like her hair is just like this and the face and nose are almost perfectly fitting as well.
Here´s her Bio:
Name : Azariah
Age : 33
Sexuality and Pronouns : Bi. It takes a while to warm up to both romantic and sexual relationships though. She/her.
Occupation/Job : Former military. Now working in different kinds of security jobs. She once dreamed of having her own patisserie.
Personality : Level headed- especially at work or in stressful/ possibly dangerous situations. Can appear aloof but is actually just shy and cautious around strangers. After letting her guard down and emotions show one one can see that she´s a sweet, warm and caring person.
Appearance : Tall (182 cm/5,9 feet) and athletic. Short black hair worn in a faded buzz cut. Grey-blue eyes. Does not like wearing any jewelry. Her style is clean and androgynous.
Likes/Dislikes : Very into material arts and swimming but won´t say no to a drawn out cardio session either. Especially if she can take the neighbors dog along for a jog. Likes spiking her adrenaline/ testing and surpassing her limits. Generally an outdoorsy person. Can be found in the kitchen where she´s passionate at cooking and creating all kinds of desserts. Loves all media that include action/horror and secretly cries over emotional books/movies/series a lot.
Does not like unnecessary rough and harmful people, no matter in which form. Nor any form of oppression that does not happen to protect others.
Not finding her reading glasses and cigarettes - these damned things keep disappearing all the time. T.T
When other people try to cut her hair- she´s the one and only allowed to touch it with a razor and clippers. She enjoys getting scalp massages though.
a sudden sneeze making someone, equally suddenly, feel so much more sick. maybe they’d just had some soothing, honeyed tea, and they’d blown their nose recently & thus weren’t as stuffy/drippy anymore. maybe they even started to convince themself that they must’ve gotten it wrong before - they’re not getting a cold after all! how they felt earlier must’ve been an odd fluke or something.
and then that sneeze hits, and suddenly they’re having to sniffle back all the renewed mess, and the resigned sigh they let out scratches their now once-again aching throat.
sneezing into a pillow is hot because it suggests the person is either trying not wake someone up, or (even better) they just can’t be bothered to do anything more. also, it suggests that sneezing is either keeping someone from sleeping/resting, or is what they’re waking up to. I could go on and on about this because there are sooo many good scenarios but really just...pillow sneezing = hot.
When they want nothing more than melting into the others deep kiss. But they are way too congested and instead keep gasping breathlessly against the others mouth. Fruitlessly sniffling behind their sleeve. Then rubbing that irritated, blushed nose against it. Or shuddering aside with a stuffed up sneeze when the pressure in their sinuses becomes too much. "Ouch...Sorry, I really want to kiss you but...Snff... My nose has other plans."
today i'm obsessed with and can't stop thinking about the idea of people catching colds from being physically wet/cold
when they get bent forward by the first, foreboding sneeze and you can't tell whether the water droplets are from the snz or their hair/clothes with the jerky movement
Very specific thought that I need to be real fuckin horny about for a second: a person who always presents themselves very professionally, very seriously: perfectly calm and put together, wearing a tidy suit and tie everyday.
Then one day they’re coming down with something, or their coworker left the window open and they’ve always had seasonal allergies but have been able to hide it successfully until now-
They’re a stifler, because of course they are. But as the day goes on, the occasional nearly-silent stifle turns into three or four at a time, and they’re starting to get messier, harder to hold back. The person sitting at the desk across from them noticed the folded handkerchief at the corner of their desk first thing, but didn’t say anything.
By 10 am they’ve loosened their tie, and their eyes are looking a bit watery. By noon they’ve rolled up their shirt sleeves, and their hair, usually so perfect, is starting to look disheveled. By 3 they’ve given up stifling, and they’re sneezing into the crumpled, damp handkerchief every few minutes. They’re still too stubborn to blow their nose, so they’re sniffling constantly, trying to keep it as quiet as possible.
The person sitting across from them has always kind of been into their serious, closed-off coworker, but seeing the person who’s usually so in control become so embarrassed at their condition but refuse to acknowledge it - a few halting breaths, then four sneezes out of nowhere (not loud, but desperate, barely a breath between, each one shaking their shoulders) and a few minutes quiet sniffling, or touching the handkerchief to their nose-
Well, neither of them are going to be getting much work done that day.
this may or may not have been inspired by a specific character but not just gonna write a post for a niche character because I’m horny
Thinking about how cute it is when someone rubs another persons nose. Maybe to friendly tease. Caress it. Or to help with an itch the other is complaining about when their hands are occupied. Maybe not to relieve that itch but to help coaxing out a stubborn stuck sneeze. Because they know the sensitive spots on that tickling nose so well.
Just thinking about someone who is a habitual stifler, to the point where their sneezes are nearly silent. Maybe they’re like this because they had a bad home life growing up or are really self-conscious and go out of their way not to draw attention to themselves or show any signs of weakness for any reason. Maybe they’ve been with their partner for years and their partner is always telling them not to stifle, it’s not healthy. Maybe it isn’t until they move in with their partner that they finally start sneezing freely when it’s just the two of them, and it’s because they finally feel comfortable and safe in a relationship with another person to the point where they can let their guard down a little bit. Maybe their partner’s heart explodes every time they hear a sneeze when they finally figure this out.
that classic fantasy/sci-fi trope where some kind of otherworldly being (god, spirit, demon, alien, AI/robot, what-have-you) is visiting the human world for the first time, they haven’t yet had much time to explore and learn, and they’re still unfamiliar with a lot of basic stuff, human biology, behavior and customs etc.
and then they see their human companion sneeze for the first time. and react with… surprise? alarm? curiosity? fascination? confusion? amusement? all of the above? and the human has to explain to them what is going on.
“what was that?”
“a what?”
“why?”
“what does it feel like?”
“will it keep happening? …oh. so it would seem.”
”are you alright?”
”you’re… leaking a bit. is that normal?”
“can I help?”
Leaves - jumping in them for fun and winding up with a surprise allergic fit, raking because they /have/ to and sniffling and wiping a runny nose on rough work gloves the whole time.
Hay - hay everywhere, hay rides, hay bale mazes, drooping against a partner/friend after the 30th run of allergic sneezes for the day, being led by the hand, teary-eyed and blind, through the maze with one long sleeve pressed to a streaming nose.
Animals - horse rides at fall festivals, horses pulling wagons, stray cats at pumpkin farms and apple orchards, pets at halloween parties and ducking into the bathroom with no idea why they can’t stop sneezing but lord they can’t.
Costumes - that weird, latex smell on the inside of masks, feathers or fur, the whole night they’re trying not to sneeze and cough all over their costume, can’t rub their nose, making a mess of their makeup.
Smoke - bonfires, wood stoves, smoke houses, suddenly everyone is burning things and their eyes are streaming and their throat is dry and their nose is just a liiiiitle more sensitive than usual.
Ragweed - every time they set foot outside, the ragweed murders them, well into November. Walking around farmer’s markets, enjoying the last warm days, festivals and apple picking and haunted houses and they’re a mess the whole time, and there’s really no avoiding it besides sitting in their house with the windows sealed shut all season, so they go about these fun activities and put up with the sniffling and coughing and god the sneezing -
Dust - decorations from last year covered in dust, gathering more dust the longer they sit out, kicking on the heat for the first time and the vents puff out a summer’s worth of dust and the next day their throat is so dry and they feel ill but it’s just the dust.
