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CRASHING THROUGH THE CEILING TO SHARE THIS (inspired by your recent Ten/na post)
He makes me feral your honor. I’m so glad other people saw him and went “I should make that guy sneeze” too
OOUUGUGHGHFHDFKHFKNDLN THIS IS EVERYTHING TO ME, HOLY SHIT,,
THE FANNING OF THE HAND... THE SQUIGGLY ANTENNAS... HIS TIE ROLLING UP AS HE'S ABOUT TO SNEEZE AND IT UNRAVELING ALL CRUMPLED AS HE RELEASES IT, ,, THE WAY YOUR ART IS SO CUTE AND SO EXPRESSIVE AAAAAAAAH!!!!
Thank you so much for sharing these!! Such wonderful art!! Also tagging @debachoory this time since they're the one who came up with the messy/leaky screen and would appreciate this as well as I did! And I imagine the other folks'll love it, too!! X)
There’s some movement on the other side of the receiver before Steve says, “Okay. I’m on my way now. The kids say they have a surprise”
He sounds skeptical (his skepticism is justified- the kids tend to get stuck in precarious situations). He hangs up and grabs his keys and a jacket.
Steve groans as he walks outside and a wave of cold washes over him. As soon as he gets in his car, he cranks up the heat.
It doesn’t take long for him to drive to the location Dustin described. Eddie’s van is parked next to the huddle of kids.
“Hey, dipshits,” he calls as he walks over. Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Max, and Eddie are all huddled around an old cardboard box.
“Steve!” Dustin chirps happily, scooting over so Steve can join the huddle, “look what we found.”
The older boy peeks in the box suspiciously, “I swear if this is some sort of demogorgon shit I-,” he pauses, “It’s a cat?”
The kids nod excitedly, “We named him Rusty.”
“My mom said I could maybe keep him,” Dustin explains happily. He smiles and crouches next to the stray cat, “Isn’t that right, Rusty.”
Steve rubs at his nose softly, knuckling at the suddenly itchy appendage. It goes unnoticed by the excited teens, but Eddie watches as Steve’s nostrils flare delicately.
Eddie assumes that rubbing his nose wards off the itch because Steve doesn’t bully it for too long.
“What’re you looking at, Munson?” He asks, eyebrows raised quizzically.
“You,” Eddie replies softly, smirking as Steve blushes.
Their flirting is cut short when Rusty hops out of the box and into Dustin’s arms. The young boy shrieks with delight and holds the cat up for Steve and Eddie to see.
“Look! His black fur is rusted in some places from the sunlight,” Dustin explains, “The pigment in black cat’s fur has-.”
“g’NSXCK’xt! hehnG’KXXcew! hrRNSXXGnt!”
Steve stifles a string of three strong sneezes, his body jerking with each suppressed sneeze. Steve nods his in thanks as a round of ‘bless you’s follows the expulsions.
Dustin continues rambling about the properties of color pigmentation in cat’s fur and why it’s beneficial for their evolutionary adaptability. Or at least, that’s what Steve gathers. He tries his best to pay attention since Dustin is excited, but he keeps getting distracted by his nose. There's this itch that keeps forming in the back of his nose and teasing him with an intense buzzing sensation.
Eddie notices as Steve’s sniffles become damper, more urgent, and as his nose gradually becomes pinker. Eddie frowns at his boyfriend, silently pressing his black bandana into Steve’s palm.
Steve blushes, but Eddie’s timing couldn’t have been better. Steve’s nostrils flare dramatically, the itch suddenly reigniting. His breath catches, face going slack and an itchy expression overtaking his handsome features.
“hih… hiRRsNGXchw! HIHMPdDTSChuu! ehhHETSCchH!”
Steve stifles to the best of his ability, but he’s never been particularly good at stopping his allergic sneezes.
“Bless you.” Eddie’s frown deepens, “You’re not coming down with something, are you?”
Steve blushes and shakes his head, “No. Something mu-heh-must be in the air.”
He stives off another itch by knuckling his nose harshly. Eddie raises a doubtful eyebrow at Steve; it’s clear to him that something’s wrong with the sniffling boy.
Eddie doesn’t get the opportunity to question Steve’s further. Rusty suddenly jumps from Dustin’s arms and onto Max’s shoulder. Eddie watches Steve tense out of the corner of his eye and sighs.
“Harrington, you’re not allergic to cats, right?” Eddie asks, a smile tugging at his lips. Steve looks at Eddie, wide eyed. Unfortunately for the allergic boy, he’s so surprised by Eddie’s question that he forgets to focus on not sneezing.
His eyebrows furrow suddenly, mouth falling agape and nostrils flaring wildly. His breath hitches loudly. He pitches away from the group, tenting the bandana over his nose and muffling, “hEh’MPDdTSCH!! m’PPTSCHhf! heh… hihmPTSCHdu!”
Another round of ‘bless you’s follow the itchy expulsions. The kids shift guiltily, all exchanging concerned glances. Eddie clears his throat, drawing the attention away from Steve, “Alright. We’re going to bring Rusty to Dustin’s house and then you dinguses can figure out what to do with her.”
He gestures for the kids to get in his van and they oblige, grabbing Rusty’s cardboard box and bickering as usual.
Eddie grabs Steve’s hand gently, pulling the younger boy away for a second.
“You okay?”
Steve holds up his pointer finger as his pink nostrils twitch. Eddie nearly cooes; Steve’s expression is torturously itchy. A sneeze wells up in his sinuses, but he quickly pinches his nose to stifle the sound.
“Uh-nxgSCH!”
Before Steve releases his nose, two more stifles tumble out, one right after the other. “NXXgT-nMPxxXT!”
“Alright, no way in hell are you driving right now,” Eddie decides, “We can leave your car here for now and go back to my trailer.”
Steve opens his mouth to argue, but shuts it a second later, sighing resolutely. He walks over to Eddie’s van and hops in the passenger seat, swiping roughly at his nose.
Eddie gets in a moment later, starting the ignition and trying to remember the route to Dustin’s house.
Despite the drive only being a few minutes long, it feels like ages. About 30 seconds into the drive, Rusty hops out of the box and onto Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie, who suddenly has a cat clawing to his shoulder, swerves into the other lane. This causes general panic amongst the teens in the backseat.
Rusty climbs around the van contentedly as the teens scramble to scoop her up. Unfortunately for Steve, Rusty climbs onto his shoulder. He freezes as her tail flicks in anticipation. She hops gracefully onto his lap, turning around a few times before curling up.
Admittedly, she is rather cute, but Steve’s nose disagrees.
“Mu-huh-munson get th-hih-is cat-heHRSXTCeW! off of m-hehhhETSXHKT! my lap-h’MmPTSCHx!”
Steve fights against his burning nose, breathing hitching wildly as he manages to string together a sentence. Eddie complies, reaching over with one hand and scooping the problematic cat up. He (not so gently) tosses Rusty into the backseat.
“Eddie!” Dustin smacks the back of Eddie’s head and (very gently) coaxes Rusty back into the box.
“Oi?! Cats are supposed to land on all fours, aren’t they?”
The two continue to bicker; Occasionally Mike, Lucas, and Max will join in. Steve doesn’t contribute to the lighthearted banter. Instead, he paws at his nose and tries his best to ignore the cat fur and dander stuck to his sweater.
Eddie glances over at Steve and curses; His eyes are red and slightly swollen and he has small hives forming on his neck (and surely under his sweater). He rolls down the van's windows, hoping to alleviate some of the fur floating around the van.
Steve sucks in a harsh breath and buries his face into two sweater clad hands, hoping to muffle the noise of the impending fit, “heHRSXTCeW! hETSXHKT! h’MmPTSCHx!”
His seat jolts forwards with each expulsion, drawing the attention of the teens in the backseat.
“Shit, bless you, Harrington,” Eddie curses anxiously. He’s had enough allergic reactions to know how bad Steve must be feeling. Steve shakes his head, still covering the bottom half of his face. Eddie realizes why when he takes another deep breath and folds into his body, “hek’SCPHTUEhH! Fu-heh-fuckhHeh’TTSCHT! CHSSHGT!”
The bickering stops as a round of ‘bless you’s chorus through the van. Steve’s nose calms down for the remaining 2 minutes. As soon as they’re at Dustin’s house, Eddie practically pushes the teens out.
“I’ll call you later,” he tells Dustin after noticing how worried the younger boy is, “Promise.”
He puts the car into drive and tries his best to ignore how Steve’s breathing sounds a little constricted.
“Shit Stevie,” he mutters to himself as Steve’s breath starts hitching again. The younger boy’s nostrils are flaring dramatically, mouth agape and eyebrows furrowed.
“Huh’CHXTTUh! Heh’TSSCHT! Heh’hh’HU’SCCHTTXTEWw!”
Steve rests his head on the window, sniffling against his allergy-ridden nose and willing the van to go faster.
One sneeze filled van ride later, Eddie and Steve find themselves cuddled up on Eddie’s bed.
here’s a little steddie roomate au fic w some snz kink eddie at the end!
“hRRTtxt!”
Steve squashes a quick sneeze between two fingers, scowling and sniffling against his slightly runny nose.
One of his new roommates won’t stop smoking in their apartment, and it’s driving his allergies mad. He can feel the persistent itch growing in the back of his nose, forcing him to constantly sniffle to postpone the impending sneezing fit.
He takes another shaky breath before turning to the side and ducking into his elbow.
“Huh’CHXTTUh!”
He cringes at the uncomfortable spray that covers his bare arm.
He’s only wearing boxers at the moment. His hair is unusually messy since he just woke up. Of course, it’s 1 in the afternoon, but it’s a Saturday and he doesn’t have any plans for the day.
He scowls, opening the fridge and reaching for some leftover pizza. He curses under his breath, turning his back from the fridge and doubling over.
“ETCKTCHSHH!”
He shuts the fridge, forgetting about breakfast. His breath continues to hitch, but it only leads to false starts.
Cursing, he walks over to his room. He gets out his old record player and turns the volume all the way up, blasting Queen through their small apartment.
It only takes a few minutes for one of his roommates to knock on his door. It’s a softer knock, so he figures it’s not Eddie.
“Come in,” he calls, laying with his stomach facing up on his bed.
He grins a little when Robin walks in.
“Would you mind turning down the music?” Robin asks, raising her voice to be heard over the record.
“Sorry Rob. I’m trying to piss off Eddie,” Steve explains, a smirk playing on his lips. Robin raises a brow, but doesn’t say anything except, “I think it’s working.”
Steve smiles a little, but it’s replaced by a distant look. His nose starts twitching and his body snaps forward. He just barely manages to cup his hands over his face in time to catch two sneezes.
“Huh’CHXTTUh! Heh’TSSCHT!”
He lays back down, frowning and rubbing at his already itchy face.
“Bless you… so I take it you’re pissing off Eddie cause he won’t stop smoking in the apartment?” Robin asks.
Steve rolls to the side, shoulders moving with each hitching breath. He muffles another sneeze into cupped hands.
“H’hMPht!”
He rolls back over and rubs at his eyes again.
“Bless you. How long’s the volume gonna be up this loud? I’ve got some homework to do and it’s kind of,” she makes random gestures with her hands as her voice trails off.
Steve sighs, leaning over and turning down the music.
Robin smiles sympathetically, and starts walking out, but pauses.
“You know you could just take Eddie’s cigarettes,” Robin suggests before walking out.
Steve pauses, considering this for a moment. He pulls on a sweatshirt and sweatpants before walking out of his room. He hesitates at Eddie’s door as the burning sensation travels from the back of his nose to the center, buzzing intensely and causing him to snap forwards with a pinched, “k’NgxCht!”
He sniffs harshly and knocks on Eddie’s door, glowering at the “do not disturb” sign hanging at eye level.
He hears a groan and some shuffling noises before Eddie opens the door. His hair is tied in a messy bun, and he’s wearing a cropped metallica T-shirt and a cigarette is hanging loosely in his left hand. Steve rolls his eyes; of course Eddie looks incredibly attractive while he’s trying to be pissed off.
Steve’s breath immediately hitches from being this close to the smoke. He brings his sleeved arms up to his face and muffles a string of rapid sneezes.
When he turns back to Eddie the older boy looks slightly amused and has a smile playing at his lips. Steve frowns, scowling at the small stick in Eddie’s hand.
“Bless you,” Eddie teases. Steve scowls even deeper, eyebrows knitting together and arms crossing.
“Put out the cigarette,” Steve orders.
Eddie just smirks.
Steve’s breath hitches again, brows creasing and nose twitching.
With another unsteady breath he turns to the side, “hRRSTCxt! heh-,” Steve pauses before snapping forward again, “heh…H’NGSH!”
Eddie walks back into his room, placing his cigarette on a small ashtray.
“Bless you,” he says again.
Steve swears he can hear a little bit of guilt in the older boy’s voice, but he doesn’t look into it. He’s itchy and sneezy and pissed.
“Will you just… fuck -heh-hHRSTch! hehMPHt! Excuse me. Will you just go outside to smoke next time?” Steve asks, blushing a little.
Eddie shrugs and leans against the doorway casually. Steve’s gaze lingers a moment too long on the gap between Eddie’s crop top and his sweatpants.
“You’re an ass,” Steve comments before walking back to the kitchen. He hears Eddie scoff, but doesn’t say anything.
(shift to Eddie’s POV)
Eddie considers following Steve, but he settles on watching his sneezy roommate walk away - in Eddie’s defense, Steve has a great ass. He sighs, letting a grin overtake him. His stomach is filled with a warm, bubbly sensation.
He replays the sound of Steve’s sneezes, the way he struggled to even speak to Eddie, the way his breath hitched so delicately, and the way he immediately responded to the smoke, even from his room.
He hears a muffled sneeze from the kitchen and feels warmth flood to his lower stomach. He grabs a flannel from his floor and ties it around his waist, ‘as a precaution’ he thinks to himself. No way does he need Steve Harrington knowing he’s turned on by sneezes, let alone /his/ sneezes.
Eddie considers lighting the cigarette again, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t tempted, but he decides against it after hearing a particularly desperate set of sneezes from the kitchen.
“Hih- heh- TSCH-TSCH-Tshcieww!”
He makes his way to the kitchen, which doesn’t take long considering the size of the apartment. He swallows the urge to tease Steve as the allergic boy rolls his eyes dramatically.
“Here to set off a different allergy of mine?” Steve asks, punctuating the quip with a sniffle.
Steve scoffs, resulting in an unproductive allergic cough, which triggers the lingering itch in his nose. Eddie watches as Steve’s handsome features contort: his eyebrows furrow, his mouth opens slightly as his breath hitches, and his nostrils flare delicately. Eddie’s too enthralled with the oncoming sneeze(s) to think about anything else.
“Huhh’ISCHH! TSCH! hih’ESCH’iew!”
Steve buries his nose in his elbow, barely taking a breath before each allergic expulsion.
“Bless you,” Eddie says, swallowing his attraction to Steve and trying to sound sympathetic. Apparently, it doesn’t come off that way, “Munson, if you’re just going to stand around and tease me, can you at least change? You reek of cigarettes.”
A devilish grin spreads across Eddie’s handsome face, a clear sign that he’s up to no good. He swears Steve blushes as he smiles at his younger roommate, but he can’t be sure, “I’ll change in a second,” Eddie shrugs casually, “but I’ve got to eat first, I’m starving,”
This isn’t entirely true seeing as how Eddie just finished breakfast a half hour ago, but there’s no way in hell he’s passing up this opportunity. He reaches across the kitchen counter for a bagel, arm brushing against Steve’s chest lightly. Eddie watches as Steve’s nostrils flare, reacting to the lingering scent of cigarettes and smoke on Eddie’s clothes.
Steve presses a knuckle against the bottom of his nose, applying slight pressure to appease the itch; it does the opposite. His breath hitches suddenly and he pulls the hem of his shirt up to cover just in time, “hehnn’GKxt! GXZxT!”
Eddie shifts as he feels warmth spread to his lower stomach. Steve’s stifles caused his shoulders to jerk with their force, and they sounded especially desperate.
“Bless you again, big boy,” Eddie’s sure that Steve blushes at the nickname.
“Thangs,” Steve sniffles into his sleeve embarrassedly.
that’s all for now! sorry for any grammatical or spelling errors, i hope you enjoyed :)
Purposefully dowsing himself or the set in an allergen for C/olt to make him look bad. Walk with me here,,,,,
I don’t think C/olt has many allergies. He’s not even that sneezy generally- but oh boy when he encounters something he’s allergic to all hell breaks loose.
He tries to ignore it he really does- but he can’t really do stunts safely if he’s sneezing his head off due to god knows what.
A day of filming is lost and now everyone blames C/olt and he has NO idea what made him react like that.
Thinking abt G/race having a rly bad allergy day at the vat- everyone seeing him at his worst. They didn’t even know he had allergies but Oh Boy do they now
4.4k hehe i really love this one i'm really proud of it. i recommend reading it even if you don't like this movie idk i like it a lot.. i am not proofreading it though
Music is everything. Specifically jazz music. Not a minute goes by that there's not a note being played in Sebastian's mind, or an idea for his jazz club floating through his head. He doesn't just love it. He wants to be great. He wants to be one of the reasons that the legacy of jazz lives on. It's dying, and he's doing everything he can to keep it alive.
There's no room for slacking or taking time off or making mistakes. Both Sebastian and Mia understand this for both of their careers. Yes, they spend a lot of time together. They go on dates, they cook dinner, they watch movies, they go see shows. A lot of what they do, though, concerns both of their interests. They watch a movie and Mia's commenting on the subtlety of the actor's choices while Sebastian's thinking about the score. They dance together in the living room and Mia's thinking about playing a professional dancer in a film while Sebastian's explaining the entire history of the song and its composer to her.
They both work until far after they've dropped.
Sebastian drops first.
His band with Keith is starting to get some recognition and life has kicked into high speed. All of a sudden there's recording sessions, clothes fittings, interviews, live performances, brand deals, meetings with executives--a million different things that Sebastian not only has to go to but has to pay attention to the entire time. It's draining. He's in it for the music but the music doesn't even feel like it's a big enough part of everything anymore.
The band has a tour that's kicking off in LA and it starts in a few days. Rehearsals have been going on for weeks now and Sebastian has never been so busy in his life. Mia goes to her auditions, works at the coffee shop, comes home. She works on her play, orders take out, watches her favorite comfort movies. Sebastian's not home nearly as much as he used to be, but it's okay. Mia's proud of him and how hard he's working. He's always sweet to her when he comes home, trying to give her as much of his attention as possible. Sometimes she finds his mind wandering, but she tries to understand.
He comes home late from rehearsals one night and Mia's still up, watching Casablanca. Sebastian cracks a smile as he shuts the door behind him, startling his girlfriend.
"You're home!" Mia rises from the couch and wraps her arms around Sebastian, who tries to hug her back through the jackets and bags he's carrying.
Sebastian coughs, acts as if it’s just from her knocking the wind out of him. "Here, snf, let me put my shit down."
The two detach from one another and Sebastian shrugs off all of the items he's carrying, plus the coat he's wearing. He stands straight and faces Mia. They share a smile.
As Sebastian leans in to kiss her, Mia notices how tired he looks. He's looked tired for days now, but it seems like it's really taking a toll on him now. Mia decides not to bring it up. The promise of his lips against hers is one she can't forego. They carry it out and Mia forgets any concerns she's ever had.
It's past midnight but they take some time to take a relaxing shower together. Typically they both like the water scalding hot, but tonight Sebastian keeps it a little cooler. Maybe he's just a little heated up from running around all day. It doesn't matter. Mia exaggerates a shudder to get closer to him, though they both know she doesn't need an excuse to do so. They appreciate each other's bodies with desperate fingers until they're both panting and shuddering.
"What a way to end a night," Sebastian teases.
But the night's not over.
Despite how tired the recreational activities they've just performed have made him, Sebastian doesn't go to bed right away. He and Mia dry their bodies off together, but he slinks out into the kitchen while she dries her hair. From the bathroom, she can hear the sound a pill bottle opening and pills rattling out. She pokes her head out of the door to see him putting the lid back on a bottle of Tylenol.
"You okay?" She calls out.
Sebastian jumps at the sound of her voice, quickly puts the bottle away. He almost looks like he feels guilty, as if he's been caught in the act of doing something he shouldn't.
He clears his throat. "Yeah."
Incredible answer.
Mia shakes her head. She can't believe him sometimes. "Head hurt?"
"A little."
"You wanna come to bed?"
A moment to breathe before Sebastian finally decides, "I'll be there in a minute."
What is his problem? Mia can't help but wonder. Why is he being so sneaky about a bottle of Tylenol? Was there crack in it or some shit?
Whatever. She's not dealing with this right now. Mia pops back into the bathroom and finishes drying her hair. When she returns to the bedroom, Sebastian's sitting on the bed blowing his nose. Again, he startles when he hears the door open. He crumples up the tissue, sniffles, and tosses it in the waste basket in the corner of the room.
"You feeling okay?" Mia asks as she slips under the covers, joining Sebastian. She eases a hand onto his shoulder that's closer to her, starts massaging it.
He nods. "Yeah. Just tired."
"Are you su-"
"Yes, Mia," Sebastian snaps. "I'm sure."
It's quiet for a moment before Mia removes her hand from Sebastian's arm. Not a single word is uttered, not even an apology, before Sebastian falls asleep. She lets him curl up in her lap anyway, stroking his hair as soft snores rumble against her chest. He's had a lot going on.
—
It's a surprise to Mia when she wakes up before Sebastian. He's usually up and playing the piano with some coffee by the time she gets up. Today he's still cuddled close to her when she opens her eyes.
At first she thinks she must've woken up early, but a quick glance at her phone tells her that's not true. She's in the middle of trying to get her brain to restart for the day when Sebastian, still asleep, presses his face to her chest and coughs. It's not a good sign.
It's an even worse sign when Mia rolls up and out of bed and Sebastian doesn't even stir. It's only after she takes a shower and starts making coffee that he emerges from the bedroom, squinting at the bright light of the kitchen.
"Hey, good morning."
"Hi, snf." His voice is gruff. Sebastian takes a seat at the table and Mia puts a cup of coffee down in front of him. He nods his thanks.
She watches quietly as he puts off drinking it until he can't any longer, and then winces at the acidic liquid sliding down his throat.
As casually as she can, Mia asks, "How'd you sleep?"
"Alright."
"How's your head? Did the Tylenol help?"
Sebastian sniffles and braves another sip of coffee. "Good, yeah."
It's too early for this. Mia tries not to roll her eyes as she sits down across from him. "Someone's talkative this morning."
Apparently Sebastian doesn't feel the need to try and hide his annoyance. He blatantly rolls his eyes. He tries to write it off Mia’s comment, “I just woke up, give me a break."
"Yeah, you did just wake up, didn't you?" Mia's tone is accusing and Sebastian doesn't like it, but he doesn't interject. Just nods. "Kinda late for you, huh?"
Now is not the time for all these questions. Sebastian isn't in the mood. "Sure. I guess."
He's also not in the mood for whatever act Mia's putting on, like she's some kind of detective getting to the bottom of why he woke up on the late side.
"Interesting."
"No." Sebastian shakes his head. "It's really not."
Mia concedes--for now.
Things don't go so well when a minute later, Sebastian feels the overwhelming urge to sneeze. Goddamnit. He knows that if he sneezes now then Mia's just gonna give him shit for it. Unfortunately, with a nose like his, it's easy to spot a buildup from a mile away. His nostrils flare and redden and he tries to covertly apply some pressure to them to deaden the tickle.
The hand pressed to his face combined with the fact that he refuses to look Mia in the eye tells her that something's up. His breath starts to shake, his eyelids start to flutter, yet still he tries to hold it back.
"Jesus Christ, just fucking sneeze, Seb, alri-"
He needs no further endorsement, sneezing one, two, three times into his elbow. They leave him snifflier than he would've preferred.
Wordlessly, Mia hands him a napkin. He accepts, also without comment, and wipes his nose. Maybe she's taking it easy on him, Seb wonders. He's surprised she hasn't said anything.
It doesn't last long.
Without blowing his nose, the sniffles remain. Sebastian tries to keep them at bay, but pressing the napkins to his runny nose only does so much. He goes to reach for another but Mia smacks her hand on top of them before he can take any.
"What're you doing? Snf."
Mia feigns confusion. "Oh, you don't...you don't need any of these, do you?"
They've done this dance before. It's not the first time Sebastian's gotten sick since they started dating just over five months ago. He'd caught a bad cold two months into their relationship and denied it until he couldn't anymore. What was that point, you ask? Well, Sebastian refused to admit he was feeling unwell for days, then had to call Mia asking her to pick him up from the jazz club he was playing at--that he had a fever and maybe even a sinus infection and the owner was kicking him to the curb. Mia didn't let him hear the end of it for nearly three weeks.
She can't believe that he's trying the same bullshit again.
It's even worse this time because they actually live together. The first time this happened, Mia still lived with her friends a few miles away. Sebastian spent two nights apart from her so she hopefully wouldn't realize he was sick. She didn't know him well enough to pick up on why he was acting weird, only to later find out from some other regular players at the jazz clubs that Sebastian refuses to miss any practice or performance unless he’s on his deathbed.
Once his cold went away and Mia went back to the club with him, the regulars filled him in more. Sebastian would show up with a raging fever and still play a full set. If anyone told him to go home he'd just tell them he was fine and keep playing. She found out that he's played through just about anything you could imagine--colds, the flu, migraines, strep, even a mild stomach bug or two.
Nothing can keep him off the stage.
It seems to make him anxious to be away from his craft. Like he feels guilty for staying at home in bed when he could be--should be, if you ask him--playing.
That would be fine except for two things:
He always manages to get someone else sick.
He pushes himself so hard that he ends up turning a mild cold into a sinus infection. Sometimes even bronchitis.
He doesn't seem to understand the fact that if he takes a day here and there, he won't have to take an entire fucking week later. In Sebastian's mind, if he tries hard enough he can overcome any illness without sacrificing his playing time. It's simply not true, but he thinks that if he keeps at it, one day it might work. (It won't).
He feels the same today. And with the stakes of the upcoming tour, with their last rehearsal being tonight, Sebastian is not in the fucking mood to be told he needs to take a sick day.
Mia slides the napkins toward herself and away from Sebastian, taunting him.
"No, I don't need them." It's painful to say with how muddled his consonants are, but Sebastian's got to go on tonight.
Damn. So she’s gonna need to try a little harder.
Sebastian doesn’t finish his coffee. He pours most of it out into the sink before getting in the shower. The walls are less soundproof than he thinks and Mia can hear him coughing as he rinses himself off. He gets out and returns to the bedroom to change his clothes. While he’s in there, he sneezes a few times. However quiet he might think he’s being, Mia’s ear pressed to the door renders his efforts futile.
She takes a few steps away and calls out an exaggerated, “Bless you!”
Unsurprisingly, Sebastian doesn’t respond.
When he emerges from the bedroom, his nose is already red and he looks like a zombie come back to life. Mia frowns. This looks like more than just a cold. Maybe it’s time to take things seriously.
Mia creeps up to his side and wraps her arms around him. He absolutely melts into her embrace, pressing his face into the crook between her shoulder and her neck, rubbing his nose against her skin under the guise of nuzzling her.
They separate and Mia gives him a look with knowing eyes.
“Seb,” she tries to tread carefully.
He won’t even give her the time of day, pulling away from her entirely. “I’m fine, Mia. Just leave it.”
“Your tour starts tomorrow,” Mia speaks with the voice she’s used in the past to audition as a stern teacher. “You need to rest. Don’t go to rehearsals today. Do you really want to start the tour out by being too sick to play past the second show? Is that a good look?”
It’s a good point unless you’re Sebastian, who believes he can skate by without incident. He tries not to sniffle as he continues his deep dive into denial. “I’m not sick. I’m just tired.”
Mia scoffs, “Bullshit. Does tired give you a cough? The sniffles? Make you sneeze? I don’t think so, Seb. I don’t think it does at all, actually. You look like you’re running a temperature.”
“That doesn’t—what does that mean, I ‘look like I’m running a temperature’? Huh? What does that even mean? How do I look like I’m running a temperature?”
Mia sticks a hand out and Sebastian grabs it before it can get anywhere close to his forehead. She starts to get angry.
“Stop acting like a fucking child.”
“I’m fine.” He strains his voice and tries not to cough, goes a little red in the face and has to give in. With his face planted in his elbow, Sebastian tries his best to contain the coughs, keep them from sounding as bad as they certainly could.
Once frustrated eyes go soft. Mia puts her hand by her side. “You sound awful.”
Sebastian looks up at her.
“You look awful too.”
It’s his turn to scoff, “If I pulled any of this shit with you before you had an audition you’d tell me to fuck off.” He’s right but Mia doesn’t care. It’s not about her right now. “I’m going to rehearsals.”
She can’t stop him. She knows that. “Fine. But when you’ve got a fever that’s sky fucking high and you can’t play a single note ‘cause you’re sneezing so much, don’t call me to come save you.”
Mia stalks off to the bedroom before Sebastian can answer.
—
Rehearsals don’t start until four. Mia and Sebastian spend the rest of the morning into the early afternoon ignoring each other. Mia tries once more to convince him to stay home, but it goes about as well as expected. He raises his voice as best as he can but it cracks and he kicks his defenses into an even higher gear. She can see the sweat trickling down his face. He’s gotta have the flu.
Sebastian’s asleep on the couch when Mia walks into the small—err, cozy living room around two in the afternoon. He’s snoring, nose red and runny, there’s a tissue in his hand, and his usually neatly buttoned-up shirt is open, revealing his undershirt. Mia sighs. She hopes to god he’ll sleep through rehearsals. There’s no way she’s waking him up, though she knows he’ll be livid if she doesn’t.
Unfortunately he wakes up all on his own—well, with the help of his lungs. He coughs so hard he snaps out of his sleep and ends up bent over and coughing into his knees. Mia just stands there and watches. She doesn’t understand why he puts himself through this. He sits up and wipes his mouth, then rolls his eyes when he sees Mia.
Neither of them speak. At this point there’s nothing to say. They both know where the other stands. Sebastian still refuses to admit that he’s sick, Mia’s still pushing him to do so.
She sees him wrinkle his nose and rub at it furiously. The least she can do is grab the tissue box from the kitchen counter and bring it to him. He takes the whole thing into his lap before fumbling around with one hand for a tissue and using the other to cover his nose in case he can’t get the tissue there in time. Mia watches on with pity in her eyes.
He barely gets the tissue to his nose before the sneezes wrench their way out of him. He gets up to four before he blows his nose, then two more come out. One more nose blow and then he looks straight up at her. “Don’t say a word, okay? I’m going to rehearsals.”
It takes every ounce of strength in Mia’s body to respect his wishes. His voice sounds like it’s been shredded; she doesn’t know how it’s gotten so bad since this morning. Well, it has been like six hours and she’s sure he’s been coughing the entire time. She wonders how hard he had to try and hide it from her yesterday.
Eventually, Mia has to say something. “What can I do for you?”
“Nothing, snnf. I’m fine.”
Mia swears if she hears that sentence come out of his mouth one more fucking time she’s gonna punch him in the face.
Whatever. She tried. She stands by what she said earlier—Sebastian can go if he wants but he better not come crawling to her.
—
They argue again when Sebastian tries to walk out the door with their box of tissues, their bottle of Tylenol, and a 40oz water bottle. Mia scolds him again, and again he fights back, slamming the door behind him on his way out. His coughs ring back through the wood as soon as it’s shut.
Mia tries not to think about it. She absorbs herself into her play, spreading her pages out and making note after note after note.
Time goes by so fast it’s seven in the evening before she picks her head up again. What pulled her out of her trance? She can’t even tell. Then her phone rings again. Her blood boils as she looks at the caller ID. It’s Keith. The lead in Sebastian’s band.
“Hey Keith, what’s up?” She tries to sound civil. It’s not Keith’s fault, after all.
Keith sighs on the other end of the line. He worked with Sebastian in the past, he knows this routine well. Mia chuckles when she thinks of how pissed Keith must’ve been when Sebastian walked into rehearsals today. “Hey, Mia. Look, is there any chance you could come pick Seb up? The boys and I think he’s got the flu and he’s in no shape to be rehearsing. I—he tried to stick it out but he’s been sneezing and coughing like he invented it, and he’s sweating bullets.”
As mad as she is, Mia can’t help but frown at the thought.
“Yeah, I’ll come get him. I’ll be there in a half hour. Tell him I’m coming.”
“Thanks, Mia. Really. You’re a lifesaver. I’m just trying to figure out what to do about tomorrow. I’m not confident he’ll be able to go on,” Keith says.
With all due respect to Keith, Mia doesn’t really give a shit. She grabs her keys and nods along as he drones on. At one point she can’t listen anymore. She tells him that she’s gotta focus on the road and that she’ll be there soon.
The drive isn’t as long as Mia would’ve hoped. She doesn’t know what’s gonna go down between her and Sebastian once she gets him into the car. She tries not to worry about it now.
She storms into the venue and sees the rest of the band playing while Sebastian’s curled up against the edge of the stage using his suit jacket as a blanket. Goddamnit, Sebastian.
“Hey, Mia!” Keith stops the band. Upon hearing her name, Sebastian looks up.
When she finally lands in front of him, Sebastian looks away. He’s ashamed.
“Let’s go, Seb,” Mia says quietly. “Come on.”
She sticks a hand out but Sebastian refuses it. Gets up on his own. Mia gives him a weird look. “Ahhem-ahem, snf, I’ve been touching my face all over.”
They say their goodbyes to Keith and the band and walk to the car in silence. Sebastian leans up against the passenger side door and coughs for what Mia swears is at least half a minute before he gets inside.
She doesn’t look at him, just starts the car.
After a few moments of quiet, Sebastian speaks up. “You’re mad?” His voice cracks.
Mia sighs. She is but she’s not. She wishes Sebastian wouldn’t have done this to himself, but he looks so sick and pitiful that all she wants to do is hold him. “A little.”
“I told Keith you told me not to call you,” he says. His breath skips and he looks around at his stuff. “Fuck, I forgot the tissues.”
There’s no time to feel around the glove box before the sneezes come. Sebastian wraps his elbow tightly against his nose and sneezes against the sleeve of his jacket. He groans and swipes his nose with his fingers. Mia understands what he meant when he said he was touching his face all over. He’s probably contagious as all hell.
She directs him to the glove compartment where a few napkins are sitting. He thanks her and blows his nose. It sounds like he hasn’t done so in hours, but Mia saw him do it when she walked into the venue not twenty minutes ago.
Pulling into the parking lot, Mia tries not to shake her head. She opens the car door on her side and then Sebastian’s, who’s moving too slowly to get it for himself.
“Thanks, snf.”
“Come on, let’s get you inside.”
Mia offers her arm and Sebastian accepts it. They pause on the sidewalk for him to scramble for a napkin and cover a pair of sneezes that bleed into a brief coughing fit. Mia rubs his back and tells him he’s okay.
Once in the comfort of his own home, Sebastian seems more comfortable letting his symptoms out. He drops his belongings in the doorway and retreats to his bedroom where Mia can hear him sneezing forcefully, more violently than usual. She wanders in to see him blowing his nose.
“Hi,” she says.
“Hey.”
As Mia opens her mouth to speak, Sebastian cuts her off by coughing roughly. She steps up to his side and leads him to bed, has him sit against the wall where a headboard would normally be.
"I'm sorry," he croaks.
Mia cups his cheek and feels his face shift as he sniffles. "I know."
They look at each other for a moment, both searching the other's eyes for any hint of where the conversation's gonna go. Are they going to stick to their guns? It's hard to tell.
Making the first move, Mia slowly brings her hand to Sebastian's forehead. This time he lets her instead of swatting her hand away. Okay, so that's how this is gonna go. He's burning up.
"Seb..."
He pushes her hand away, only to get it out of the way of a pair of sneezes, a cough, then another sneeze muffled into his elbow. He looks up at her. "I think I have the flu."
"I know."
Sebastian starts grumbling, "I coulda kept playing, but Keith and everyone, no, they said no, you can't play, Sebastian, you're gonna--we're all gonna get sick and you're fucking up the keys and we can finish rehearsals without you and-" He'll go on forever if Mia doesn't stop him. She puts a finger to his lips. It startles him and his breath catches in his throat. He has to dart away from her hand in order to cough away from her. "Sorry." His voice breaks and so does Mia's heart.
They don't talk for a while. Sebastian lets Mia take his temperature and get him some medicine. He swears he'll be fine by tomorrow but Mia knows that that's just not true. He'll have to play the concert though, Mia knows that. The show must go on and all that. She's just glad that the first three nights of the tour are within driving distance of his apartment so he can come back and let Mia take care of him once he's done.
Once he's all doped up on NyQuil, Mia gets him in the shower. She rinses him off, and maybe does something a little extra, before getting out and helping him dry off. He shivers as the cold air hits his body, though some warm pajamas help a little.
The shower helped ease some of Sebastian's symptoms and they're both grateful for it as they lie down in bed together. It's barely nine PM but Mia has a feeling they'll be going to sleep soon. Sebastian's hugging her tighter than she thinks he ever has--he's very cuddly when he's sick, she's learned. She likes it.
A few minutes after Mia thought to herself that Sebastian must've fallen asleep, he proves her wrong. "Mia?"
She has to try not to chuckle at how ridiculous his congested voice sounds saying her name. "Mhm?"
"I'm sorry you had to come get me," he says with a small voice. His tone isn't serious or heavy. It's casual but timid--unusual for him.
Mia fingers his scalp. "I'll always come get you."
"But you said-"
"I know what I said. I'll always come get you," Mia speaks softly, sweetly. She leaves out the, "Even if you don't deserve it."
sending you thoughts to feed the hyperfixation, but not an ask so you don't feel like you have to come up with anything.
i love your idea that s//eb has a ton of false starts. and I am imagining these get worse the more he stifles so he finds himself constantly stuck in this sneezy limbo where he doesn't want to sneeze at a gig / in front of M//ia but the more he stifles (and he is, I think, a master of the hands-free silent stifle), the more drawn out his build ups get and the more false starts he has. so he's having to trade off between actually sneezing, something he can control but hates, and completely losing control and being a hitching mess who now can't sneeze.
and here, you can decide whether you'd prefer to imagine this early in their relationship, where M//ia would probably find somewhere secluded and rub his back until he has a handle on his nose, or whether this is later, when they start to have problems, where maybe she'd draw attention to it to embarrass him.
idk man, thematically relevant and character-motivated snz types always get me.
I LOVE THIS. SOOO MUCH
I rly like the thought of M/ia exposing him/embarrassing him on purpose bc she’s mad at him 😭😭😭 she SO would
I think also, S/eb does try to Not snz in front of M/ia at first but truthfully she finds it adorable and a little annoying that he’s so uptight about it
more seb thoughts! more seb thoughts! more seb thoughts!!!
Idk if it’s the same anon or multiple ppl requesting S/eb stuff but either way I LOVE it. Take my hand let’s destroy that pianist together.
He scrunches up his nose A lot- it’s a tic almost but it’s also bc he’s always a little itchy and can’t be bothered to rub his nose. Don’t get me wrong, he also rubs his nose a lot- but sometimes he gets self conscious and that’s where he starts subconsciously scrunching his nose up.
I also read in a fic that he has sinus issues and is always a bit congested and omg. Yes. Yes. Definitely.
i'm choosing to believe that s//eb w//ilder has itchy, drawn out build upds, even though he is great at stifling, because the desire of my heart is to make this man lose his composure
thank you for your consideration
YESSSSS I LOVE THIS HC !!! He hates that he does but he can’t help it !! He also gets SO many false starts it drives him crazy
thrilled with what the snz community is doing with r/yland and h/olland... absolutely mindblwoing to me that no one has snzified S/ebastian W/ilder?
like you see the vision? you have this uptight, prickly character that puts on airs, but seems like just a big, soft dork underneath it all, whose whole job is to work in smokey, dusty clubs and disappear behind the music? who is deeply deeply Indoor Coded but keeps going out to like garden parties and parks in spring???
save me sneezy Sebastian, you're my only hope
OHOHOHO OP YOURE SOOOOOOO RIGHT. U caught me at a very la/La land time in my life bc I recently rewatched and it made me Feel Emotions. Turns out being an artist and watching this movie is like being dropped a piano in ur head and getting soaked in ice water,,,,, but in a good way.
Anyways, I SOOOO agree- also can I say, I think S/eb stifles the hell out of the sneezes. He’s always trying Not to sneeze, he doesn’t like being interrupted or how they sound so he either holds back or stifles. He’s also always scrunching his nose up, ofc. I think it drives Mia crazy, you decide in what way.
Also you’re RIGHT he’s always put in Situations and he’ll do anything to not have a snz fit bc honestly he rly wants ppl to take him seriously and he REALLY wants to focus on playing.
Now, I think sometimes those snzs catch him off guard, esp if he’s too focused on playing 🤭🤭🤭
So I have some bigger fits in the back files to edit, but I thought I'd add in this little palate cleanser that I recorded the other night.
Some itchy, breathy (I was possibly too close to the mic lol) sneezes, nose rubbing and sniffles and some muffled, strong ones that got all over my sleeve
Also I didn't turn my TV down enough so enjoy the cartoon noises in the background haha (sorry)
somebody else dabbing at their cut/bruised nose, trying to clean them up, gets their hands sneezed on. Sickie can’t even manage an apology because they’re too preoccupied by the overwhelming throbbing pain in their face
every sneeze thereafter is accompanied by a debilitating post-sneeze wince and moan of pain (god forbid they attempt to stifle)
they try (and fail) to massage their aching sinuses around the bruising. whimpering because they can’t get any relief from either of their ailments
as they heal, it’s hard to tell if the swelling/bruising has gone down much, because their nose is also so red from their cold
god and imagine how absolutely stuffy their voice would be. imagine them trying to blow their nose. imagine them trying to lay their head down comfortably.
ugh there would be so much pain and misery acutely centered on their face and it would be so completely arousing to me…
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."
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