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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.

Eddie’s interest peaks, “another allergy, huh Harrington? Well, I wouldn’t dare.”

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 :)

#same with this one omg #so cute #st #allergies #fic

silentsneezes

here’s a little st/eddie fic i have sitting in docs from a while ago (i can’t remember if i’ve already posted it or not) !! featuring allergic e/ddie

Eddie takes a delicate breath as his nostrils flare: the telltale sign of a brewing sneeze. His mouth falls open, features going slack and brown eyes hazing over. He waves a hand in front of his face, a habit he picked up from Steve (despite his many taunts about it being unnecessary). His nostrils flare as his breath hitches a second time, "hhHng't!"

He stifles the sneeze into near silence, taking an experimental sniff before returning to his task: re-painting the trailer. Despite Eddie's assurances that he's over the whole "Vecna thing” (as he likes to put it), he flinches every time he sees the trailer. Demo Bat scratches line the sides and top of the old vehicle, which is why Eddie ended up spending his afternoon painting his trailer in the scorching sun (it's only 80 degrees out) and trying not to melt (hardly breaking a sweat).

He sniffles again as he stands on his tippy-toes to reach the top of the van. Swiping his nose against his arm, he curses softly and sets down the paint brush. He exchanges it for his black bandana.

Eddie presses the fabric to his itchy nose, immediately causing his breath to hitch, "HhhHNG'xT! hHj'Xnt! Heh… hhHTS'Xd!"

The black haired boy sighs and returns the bandana to his pocket. Just as he reaches for the paintbrush, he hears a twig snap behind him. He grabs the paintbrush (an admittedly bad weapon of choice) and wheels around.

Steve jumps at the brush that's suddenly held at his throat, eyes wide, "Shit! Munson!"

Eddie sighs with relief, releasing his grip on the paintbrush and hitting Steve's shoulder playfully, "Thanks for the heart attack, Harrington."

"You're one to talk," Steve argues, pulling Eddie in for a quick kiss, “I thought you could use some help.”

Eddie grins widely, “just admit you missed me, Harrington,” he teases, punctuating his quip with a sniffle.

Eddie’s nose twitches wildly, and his eyebrows knit together. His breath hitches once, a short, delicate inhale before a string of sneezes tumbles out of him, “nGshh-sdch-kscht!” The triple does nothing to cease the burning itch in the back of Eddie’s sinuses.

“Bless you,” Steve says, glancing over at Eddie and taking note of his red nose and watery eyes, “How long have you been painting for?” He asks curiously.

Eddie shrugs, swiping his wrist under his nose before continuing to paint, “half an hour give or take.”

Steve nods, grabbing a paintbrush from Eddie’s back pocket and starting to help. It’s relatively easy work, especially since Steve can reach the top of the van without having to stand on his tippy toes.

“I thought you were working today?” Eddie says curiously.

“They’re having issues with the generator at Family Video, so they gave me the day off,” Steve explains with a little grin, “Wayne’s still out of town, right?”

Eddie returns his grin, “Why do you ask?” He asks with a little smirk, despite knowing exactly why Steve asked.

Steve stops painting for a second and leans over to kiss Eddie’s cheek, “You know why,” he says, his voice soft. Eddie practically melts right then and there, he blushes and keeps painting, trying to ignore the warmth filling his stomach.

Without warning, the buzzing in his nose returns and he snaps to the side, barely managing to catch the flurry of sneezes in his palm, “hh’ETSCH! hHk’gnzschew! nnGKtchiew!”

He manages to half stifle the last two sneezes, but the first one comes too fast. He wipes his hand on his jeans, cringing a little at the wetness of his sneezes.

“Bless you,” Steve says again, raising his eyebrow a little, “Did you take any allergy meds today?”

Eddie rolls his eyes, “Does it look like I did?”

“No,” Steve deadpans, looking worriedly at his boyfriend.

“Jesus, Harrington, I was tryna make a joke,” he says lightly, “I’m okay, really. Just sneezy,” he assures a concerned looking Steve.

“Alright,” Steve says with a little nod before he starts painting again, “but you’re taking something when we go inside.”

“You got it boss,” Eddie replies with a little grin. He reaches to start painting again, but instead he flinches to the side with a few itchy stifles, “h’tsnk! g’nsch! ts’xch!”

“Bless you,” Steve says softly, glancing over at Eddie. Eddie notices this and makes a show of painting the RV again; he wasn’t going to give in that easily.

It’s Steve’s turn to roll his eyes. He dips his paintbrush and continues painting, getting the higher spots that Eddie couldn’t reach as easily. Steve considered making a height joke, but Eddie seemed to have his hands full with his brewing allergy attack.

Eddie manages to hold back his sneezes for a few minutes, but eventually his best efforts to hold back fail. He fumbles to set down his paintbrush on a nearby picnic table and grab his handkerchief from his back pocket in time to cover, “h’gNXch!-tsch! g’zxcht! heh…. hh.”

Eddie pauses for a second, his breath still hitching delicately. He keeps the handkerchief held against the lower portion of his face. It doesn’t take long for him to snap forwards again, “h’HnGSxh! hh- hehETSCH-TSHCiew!”

He manages to stifle the first sneeze, but the next two escape him, tumbling out in rapid succession.

“Bless you,” Steve says again, setting down his own paintbrush and putting the lid on the paint, “Alright, let’s get you inside,” he says gently, wrapping an arm around Eddie’s waist and guiding him towards the door.

Eddie doesn’t bother fighting back. His hands are still steeped over his nose and mouth.

“hh-hih-?” After a particularly dramatic false start, Eddie groans and rubs harshly at his nose, “Fugk me.”

“I don’t think now’s really the time, Munson,” Steve jokes with a little smirk. Eddie blushes. Steve’s hand rests on his lower back as he climbs the steps into the trailer.

Eddie misses his boyfriend’s touch when he removes his hand from Eddie’s waist.

“I’ll be right back, you should wash your hands and face,” he kisses Eddie’s forehead, “and change your clothes,” he adds bossily.

Eddie nods, knowing Steve is right, but still wanting to plop down on the couch as is. He starts with washing his hands, walking to the bathroom and lathering on soap.

He turns on the faucet and curses as the itch returns with a vengence.

“hheh-hh’ETSCHew! hh’HHG’ngXT!” He just barely manages to stifle the second sneeze, and the first left a light spray on the mirror. Eddie cringes, “gross,” he mutters as he finishes washing his hands and then grabs some toilet paper and wiping off the mirror.

Next, he splashes some water on his face. He pauses, grabbing a nearby hand towel and muffling an englaught of sneezes, “hHMPtCH! m’DTSChu! hh-hehHDSCHew! F-heh-fugk… hhGN’knt! gX-tsch!”

When Eddie looks up, Steve is standing in the doorway with a concerned expression, “Bless you Eds.”

“Sndf, thankgs,” he cringes at how congested he sounds. He finishes washing his face and then walks to his bedroom, peeling off his pollen-coated clothes and exchanging them for pjs and a cropped band T-shirt.

“hh’iTSCH! You’re k-heh-khhidding mbe-EH’nGXSchh!”

He barely manages to cover in time, spraying his palm. He walks back to the bathroom and blows his nose into a wad of toilet paper, feeling a little grossed out/embarassed by how productive it is. He washes his hands again.

He walks to the kitchen where Steve is waiting with two benadryl and a glass of apple juice. Eddie grins at the juice. He swallows the pills and then kisses Steve lightly, “thank you baby.”

Steve blushes a little and nods, “Any time.”

#this is so cute how have i not seen this before #st #allergies #fic

n0seferatu

sneezing during oral is honestly so magical. they shouldve put smth in like the bible about that its so good.

head-colds

#snemes

scatter-snz

Best Laid Plans

My first original piece I've posted here! Around 9k words.

This is VERY self-indulgent so you’ll have to excuse me lol. It’s like.. lizard brain horny. Seriously lol. Slapping NSFW on here for good measure. It’s rare I get embarrassed about my kink nowadays but I feel a little embarrassed about this one. I hope someone else can enjoy it too!

Best Laid Plans

Summary: A secret agent is going undercover for a few days, and his target has a sneeze fetish. The agency’s best engineer has constructed something to give him an edge.

These are original characters, all in their late twenties and early thirties! This story was inspired by @testingtwns writing. She has such captivating descriptions, spectacular characterizations, and fascinating world lore. This snippet can’t hold a candle to her amazing stories, but I was moved to try writing it after reading hers. (If you would prefer I remove this shoutout, Red, please let me know! Your stuff is just so great!)

(Warnings: Unrealistic science, my cringe attempt at sneeze characterization, Mess Lite™, questionable workplace dynamics, general horny undertones and overtones, accidental boners and feeling pleasure from sneezing).

THIS STORY IS NSFW!

It was never a great morning when Agent Omicron found himself in Dr. Anita Voster’s lab. She was a little eccentric, he thought, and like to make mischief. Not a good combination for a scientist. Still, she was the best in the force and the one assigned to his case by the powers that be. He knew why he was reporting to Dr. Voster’s lab and he knew what his bosses would say - The sooner you report to Dr. Voster, the sooner you can begin your work.

Omicron reported to her lab sharply at 0800, shrugged off his suit jacket at her behest, and sat himself down in her vaguely threatening patient chair for the administration of her invention. Dr. Voster was far too giddy in handing over a small container of nasal spray. It looked harmless, but Omicron knew better.

“This,” he said, inspecting the bottle, “will make me sick?”

“Something like that,” Dr. Voster replied. She fetched the bottle from his hand as she spoke, and rolled a plush stool over to sit as they talked. “This virus was engineered specifically to make you sneeze, so think of it like a cold in your nose.”

#fave #potentially #all time fave #hooooly shit #coming back to tag properly later

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