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The surprisingly audible squeaky congestion shift after a sneeze.
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A Sneezing-While-Hiding style scenario brought to you by my sinuses deciding it was time to flare up during tech week for a show I was set crew for:
Someone hiding behind a set piece during a scene when their nose starts to run or they have to sneeze or something but they cant because they don't want to interrupt the scene
The logical decision would normally be to sacrifice a sleeve or collar of their shirt but that would leave them with an obvious patch of snot on their all black clothing that would clearly shine in the stage lighting...
Bonus points if they are on headset and are desperately trying not to sound congested and sniffly when responding to coms, or keep having to move the mic out of the way so they don't sneeze on it.
ive been obsessed with the idea of a nose being visibly full, but not quite to the point of running.
The trope of sneezing from someone gossiping about you needs to be in more fics tbh, it has so much potential and I don’t care how unrealistic it is.
It doesn’t even have to be the full trope even, it could be someone’s response to fluke sneezing:
“Someone’s talking about you I bet”
“Maybe someone is gossiping—oh that reminds me!”
“I don’t know where that came from, maybe they already know this.”
“Talk of the town, are you?”
I just think those are some silly ones, but that’s my pitch
I decided to write a small drabble about this featuring Forthwind and his coworker Ryo durring their lunch break! I figured I didn’t have a modern fic with them yet so here it is—plus having a half-angel get all itchy from compliments is still festering in my mind…
There was no better way to spend a break than out at the back of the coffee shop. Rush hour could be ruthless, and pausing for a lunch beak was a reminder of the work done so far. Forthwind took in a breath of the chilly air, which clouded in front of his lips upon him sighing.
“iehh..!” Forthwind paused from opening his sandwich as a tickle caught a snag in his nose. He curled his lip slightly and flared his nostrils with irritation. That seemed to do nothing for the festering sensation, though. “…hHheeh-? HieEK’sshhhiih!!”
“Someone talking about you?” The sudden voice from behind startled him slightly. Leaning in the doorway, his elven coworker cracked open a soda can.
“Mmh, hey Ryo, didn’t see you there, snff!!”
“How come you always take your lunch out here? Out of all the places you could go…” The brick hallway, where the sounds of the city were dampened and muted, where the overcast sky provided a grey light over it all. Ryo dropped to a crouch beside him on the concrete steps as they spoke, “is some back alley really your spot of choice for an egg sandwich?”
“Yeah, actually. It’s better than sitting under everyone’s eyes…”
Ryo was about to ask when that would ever be a bad thing, but their inquiry was answered by an uneven breath.
“ghhHk…! khH..! ih-iH—! HiikKscCHHhhiiih!! IiekSHHHhiihw!!” He only caught the second one in steepled hands over his nose. The first had been open while setting his sandwich on his lap. Now, his vestigial wings on the sides of his head had come out to hide his face “excuse muhHh!! IiihKKSHhhuh!! Snff!!”
“Bless you,” Ryo whispered, digging into their pocket to pull out a portable pack of tissues, which he offered them over between two fingers. “Geez, does this always happen when you’re back here, or is this out of the ordinary?”
“I think someone is talking about me,” he stuffily admitted, blushing. Ryo seemed to look over their shoulder through the door as if trying to spot them. “These ladies were giggling to each other when I was taking their orders—snff—I’ve been itchy in the nose ever since…”
“That why you took your lunch early?”
“hhH!!”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
The urge to sneeze ebbed a bit, leaving his vestigial wings to open and reveal his teary eyes. Ryo offered a tissue again, gesturing the pack on his field of view now—he flinched, before taking one. Blowing his nose was a pathetic, watery sound. It was then tossed unceremoniously into a nearby bin.
“Alright, I think I’m ready to get back to it…”
“You’ve hardly eaten..! Take your lunch break while you can, Forthwind. Goodness knows no one will be busy swooning back here, you’re safe.”
“w-hHhuhh!!” He warned him and sat back, cheeks flushing in embarrassment, “hIIEESSHHhuhh!!”
“Bless you.”
“Excuse me…do you have another tissue…?” To which Ryo gladly offered the pack. “Thanks…”
“Don’t mention it, you wanna keel the whole pack?”
“I couldn’t just take it from you, though.”
“By the looks of it, you’ll need it much more than me today,” Ryo gave a snarky smile.
“Guess I do—snff…thanks, Ryo.”
Hella specific thought but hearing someone’s nose squeak from really bad congestion is an insane thing.
One character who’s in the throes of a cold and sniffs, but they’re so stuffy all that comes through is the squelchy-sounding squeak of their sinuses. And the other character hearing it and frowning with sympathy, even going as far as to say “that doesn’t sound too good.”
maybe its not even caused by a sniffle, maybe they dared to sneeze a few minutes ago and the air that got trapped in their poor swollen sinuses is just now starting to escape, or maybe they shifted their position and their congestion shifted with them... so plugged up that they aren't even doing anything and still sound miserable...
Happy Po/kem/on day to this mf specifically
Eyeglasses cleaner, that’s mostly water and alcohol, to get rid of smears and prevent dust from sticking. There should be a discussion about this, snzblr.
For example cleaning off glasses that dropped from sneezing too hard, only for the cleaning solution to make the itching much worse.
Or sneezing in the middle of cleaning only to get the glasses messy again…
Love it when characters sneeze at, not into, a cupped hand. Like it does absolutely nothing to cover. Its sole purpose is to get your hand all gross and messy, idiot, I think that deserves a kiss on the lips
I think it’s extra cool if they immediately get a tissue or handkerchief to wipe there hand with like haha okay beautiful say less
when you can hear the crackle of mess getting dislodged into a tissue during a sneeze...
immediately kissing someone after they sneeze despite the little dribble of mucus on their top lip <3
The cafe smells as lovely as ever, but even sitting inside, they’re unaware.
That one, over there, slumped in the brown leather booth by the window. Practically swaddled in a reasonable number of winter layers, their arms rest atop the table. A hot cup of tea sits in front of them, inches below a visibly streaming red nose.
They can’t detect the signature earthy scent of strong coffee that hangs in the air - but there’s some placebo effect that the tea makes, as the steam twirls upward in wisps. Its deep amber colour is enough to hint some idea of its strength. Familiar, safe, and healing mundane. It’s too hot to drink, and they’re too feverish at this point to consider moving, so they just sit still.
Spell-like swirls of vapour rise beneath rosy red nostrils, gently warming the sensitive membranes. Watery mucus trails down their upper lip. They taste salt and sniffle thickly a few times. Their shoulder muscles complain as they lean back, raising a slightly damp, folded handkerchief to dab gently under their chapped nostrils. Eyes in a thoughtful trance, softly fixed on a point outside the cafe window. Cars go by and spray the curbs with salt and pepper slush.
Why they're there instead of home, no one is sure. Perhaps they’re waiting for someone. Perhaps they'd ran out of tea.
Slowly, they lean back forward, putting their face over the steaming mug. More warm vapour kisses their chapped, red nose. It begins to run again, causing a new sensation. In two seconds development, an awfully ticklish sensation. Blinking, they turn their face away from the mug.
A combination of sweat and condensation cools the surface of their face. Groggy and consumed by the urge to sneeze, their eyelids flutter. It’s there for a second - white hot, a bit like frozen flesh coming in from the bitter cold. Their chin tucks downward as their brown begins to pinch, then, god no-
... Well, come on then.
Then, they exhale. A sigh pours shakily from their lips, and they draw in some sharp sniffles.
“…*hsnrff!* …. *snNRFh!*”
The girl behind the counter pouring coffee peeks up at them, while the customer who just ordered isn't brave enough to. The poor soul at the booth peers down into their hot cup of tea, eyes wet and weary. It keeps steaming, still smelling strongly of the leaves. Not that they’re able to detect it.
someone sniffling because they don’t want to wake their partner who they assume is asleep but after the 3rd sniffle the half asleep partner says “blow your nose” or simply “blow”. the sniffly partner gets shy so the half asleep partner assumes them that they hadn’t fallen asleep yet. they reward sniffly partner with cheek kisses after the sniffly partner blows their nose
A and B have just started officially dating after years of pining over one another, so A wants to make a great impression… unfortunately their shitty immune system has other ideas.
B shows up to the restaurant 10 minutes early and sits on a bench outside to wait for A when suddenly they hear:
“Heh’igshHU! sdf…”
They turn their head to see A opening the door to the restaurant, so preoccupied with their nose they don’t even see B sitting there waiting for them.
B follows A inside as they go up to the host stand.
“I have a reservadtion at seved PMb for ____” A turns to the side to cough into their fist raggedly.
“I’m sorry sir/ma’am, but I don’t see a reservation at seven for ____. Is it possible it could be under a different name?” The hostess says politely.
B secretly continues to stand behind A and watches as A rubs the bridge of their nose in frustration. “Ndo, it would defiditely be udder ____.” They sigh, “My partder is godda be here in like five mbidutes, is there adyway you cad fit us ih-h’nGXt! …ind?” A pleads.
“The wait would be about 45 minutes…” The hostess says sheepishly. “I’m very sorry.”
“A!” B calls their attention. A visibly relaxes at the sight of B and goes over to hug them. B pulls away from the hug and takes a look at A’s face.
“You don’t look well…” B says, voice dripping with concern.
“Heh… gee thadks. You look great by the way.” A smiles at B, but then their smile fades. “I’b sorry but I thidk I mbessed up our reservadtions.” A looks at B like a kicked puppy.
“Oh, A.” B sighs and cups a hand around A’s face. “Who cares about this stupid restaurant anyways!” B turns to the hostess and mouths “no offense.” They turn back to A, “What you really need is some Nyquil and a good night’s rest. We can go out another day.”
“….But I wadted thiggs to be perfect for tonight. It’s only our second real date…” A looks down at the floor.
“Oh you’re so silly. I’ve known you for years it wouldn’t matter if this was our 800th date. Come on, let’s go home. I’m sure I can treat you to something even better than dinner when we’re all alone…” B says, grabbing A’s arm.
God, I love sickfics that cut between a Whumpee’s current illness, and illnesses they’ve had in the past. Before, being sick was traumatic and lonely. Maybe they were neglected or even ostracized for their illness. In the present day, they don’t know how to handle being loved.
thinking very specifically about non-cold, non-allergic nose rubbing.
nose rubs just because of an itchy nose. a stray tickle. sensitive little nostrils being rubbed and scrubbed until they're red but relieved. one finger swiping back and forth underneath a twitching nose, nostrils flaring because said nose is randomly itchy itchy itchy.
I love nose rubs. the end.
someone blowing their nose into something like their shirt/hand/blanket ect. not because they dont have tissues, but because their tissues are across the room or even just slightly out of reach and they know that if they move whatsoever their congestion will shift and they will be back to being all stopped up.
this is some wack turn of events but there's this fic by @that-sneezin-freak that actually got me into d/e (rather than the other way around) and I've been reading a bunch of fics (and some by @nametakensff which are also fantastic) like both these writers have unlocked my third eye or smth and also the game rocks and I'm only like 3 days into it so no spoilers
drew some fanart thats 100% inspired by the fic but also generally just a love letter to the game and the sneeze freaks on tumblr dot com nyaaa
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