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21, she/her, snzfics

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🚨Intro post alert!🚨

Hey! I wanted to expand my horizons to general fanfiction snzfics so here I am! You may already know me, formerly @babybearsnz 🤭

Requests are currently open but I may be a bit slow getting to them 🫶🏻

Fandoms:

Kpop boy groups

Heated rivalry

Master list:

Stray Kids:

Stay warm

Craving a cup of tea

Hyung, you look miserable

Stuffy back rubs

Sweater paws and sneezes

That’s ridiculous

Stupid nose

Oh, Hyunjinnie

Seventeen:

Not with that cold

Poor things

At least put the duster down

Hyung is allergic to everything

Ateez:

Crazy pollen count

Acting weird— er than normal

Enhypen:

Bless you, bunny

My poor boy

Having an itchy day

BTS:

Sleep well, hyung

You and Kookie gonna live?

Breakfast and gin rummy

You stole my sneeze

Hyung, I don’t feel well

The livestream

Sorry I got you sick (part 1)

Sorry I got you sick (part 2)

Remember to close the window

It’s so dusty in there

Current requests:

Heated rivalry, I/lya allergy

Heated rivalry, I/lya allergy

Heated rivalry, S/hane cold

Heated rivalry, S/hane allergy

[percyphonea]

i NEED a co/nnor snz clip. and a h/udson one. and a f/rancois one. PLEASE UNIVERSE GIVE IT TO ME

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Hey everyone! Took a quick break but we’re so back and I’m currently writing🤭

Stay tuned!🫶🏻👀

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Did you get enough requests?

I’ve gotten 3 so far! Also feel free to keep sending me random asks or hcs!

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I’m so excited to read your heated rivalry fics I wanted you to know I love your work

Omg you’re so sweet I really appreciate it! I have some ideas cooking🤭

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🎺🦵thoughts (increasingly horned order):

Guy sneezes.

Guy sneezes, you say bless you, they say thank you.

You sneeze, guy says bless you.

Like why is blessing culture so hot📈

[silentsneezes]

have we considered sh/ane with morning sneezes?

it’s just one or two, but it happens every single morning — afterall, he’s nothing if not consistent and routine driven, why shouldn’t his sneezes be too? (on the rare occassion that there’s a third, it means he’s getting sick (or it’s allergy season))

sometimes they’re a bit delayed and catch him once he’s already up and out of bed, but they’re a routine marker of his morning

eventually, il/ya catches onto this little quirk, and whenever he witnesses them, he gives sh/ane a teasing little “ah, good morning to you. bud’te zdorovy”

[heymacy]

willyoucometomycottagethissummer? don't go to russia come to my HOUSE we'll have so much FUN 🤫private🤫 👀know👀 it's so no one will we could have a week, or even 2️⃣

we'd be completely alone... ✨TOGETHER✨

[percyphonea]

Can’t stop thinking about the post where you said I/lya would be so embarrassed sneezing in front of S/hane for the first time. I imagine it’s during the conversation at the cottage when I/lya is asking S/hane about his parents and they have the banter about being boring and how s/hane parents don’t know he’s gay. Maybe i/lya has a bit of honeymoon rhinitis and his sinuses have been wacky since the day he arrived (yesterday) and the fire pit didn’t help. He doesn’t even have a warning or anything, he turns as fast as he can to sneeze toward the grass and it comes out half stifled but still semi loud and S/hane would jump a little. I/lyas entire face would get red and he’d be like “sorry! That was…. Explosive.” And S/hane throat would be so dry he could barely respond and he’d bless him and I/lya would warn him he’s never sneezed just once in his lifetime 😏

Ahhhh yes. HOT 🤓☝🏼

Anon YOUR BRAIN! Please give me your brain this was just sooooo perfect I think i need to run around my room a little because HELLO

[percyphonea]

Good morning it’s me your 📯🦵 anon: I/lya doing laundry with a new soap that sends his allergies into a frenzy. S/hane comes home to I/lya with tissues in his nose as he pouts in the couch.

“Awww, what’s wrong?” S/hane would go over to his boyfriend trying his hardest not to smile noticing his pink nose immediately.

“Stupid new laundry detergent smells so sssss- strong—“ he’d sniffle his sinuses clearly inflamed.

“I’ll go back to the old one” S/hane leaned over and kissed I/lyas cheek which shifted the congestion and made I/lya sneeze three times spraying both of their thighs.

“So sensitive my love, bless you” S/hane cooed secretly loving his boyfriend’s misery.

Anon every time you send me something my day gets instantly better

[lavsnz]

ilya absolutely blesses shane in russian, but i think when shane wants to rile ilya up he blesses him in french & that drives ilya CRAZY

on that note: if any native / fluent french speakers know how to say “bless you” & what someone would say if a person sneezes in multiples please let me know as this may go in the pillow spray fic. from searching online i’ve seen the sequence of “à tes souhaits, à tes santé, & à tes amours” but i have no idea if that’s correct so pls help

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Will you write a fic for HR soon?

I definitely plan to! What would ygs like to see?

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🚨Intro post alert!🚨

Hey! I wanted to expand my horizons to general fanfiction snzfics so here I am! You may already know me, formerly @babybearsnz 🤭

Requests are currently open but I may be a bit slow getting to them 🫶🏻

Fandoms:

Kpop boy groups

Heated rivalry

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Requests are open for the moment!! feel free to stalk @babybearsnz to see my writing style😛

[hollanovsnz]

I can't get over the way you write allergic Il/ya it's adorable. Maybe more allergic Il/ya and/or allergic Sh/ane pretty please ! Tysm for writing fics

Hope you're doing well!

THANK YOU 💖💖💖 I hope you are doing well too, friend! :D and ty for all the amazing fic ideas!!

From the moment I first saw S/hane H/ollander, I knew I he needed some dust allergies heehee~

Bunny (H/eated R/ivalry, Shane) 🐰

As soon as Ilya exited the taxi in front of the building Hollander had purchased as their fucknest - scratch that, as an investment - the door opened.

Hollander was standing there all dressed up for the occasion, wearing a sweatshirt and track pants and looking a little…grumpy. Something in his expression was pinched and irritated, and it made Ilya wonder if something was bothering him. If he was all right. Hell, if he needed a hug.

So, naturally, Ilya had to deflect from showing any kind of concern by being a smartass instead.

“‘Honey, I am home?’ This is right saying?”

Hollander smirked, but there was a tightness in his mouth and around his eyes that Ilya found a bit jarring. “Get in, you weirdo.”

Ilya raced Hollander up the stairs and narrowly edged him out of reaching the apartment first. Such was their routine. Fighting each other for a scrap of dominance before Ilya took over in the bedroom. (But only if that was what Hollander wanted, of course.)

Ilya stepped into the loft and, as usual, noted the small changes to its appearance - this time, Hollander had painted the kitchen a light beige. Sensible. Practical. Predictable. Boring.

“tsshiew!”

Ilya turned around at the soft sound. At first he thought that Hollander had shushed him, like a handsome, poorly-dressed librarian, but then he saw his brows knitting upward and his mouth gaping open in the unmistakable look of a man who needed to sneeze.

“hihh!”

A very cute man who needed to sneeze.

“hgnxt-shiew!” Hollander buried his face in his elbow with another impossibly tiny sneeze. He straightened back up with a delicate little snff, blinking rapidly, and when he caught Ilya staring at him, he blushed and said, “Excuse me.”

Well. That was fucking adorable.

“Bud’te zdorovy - bless you,” Ilya clarified at Shane’s confused look.

“Oh.” He sniffled again, the sound quieter than Ilya could ever imagine his own sniffles being. “Thank you.”

And just like whenever Ilya noticed a small crack in the veneer of Shane Hollander’s perfection, he had to poke at it a little.

“You are having a cold?”

“What? No, I…” Shane looked down at the floor, avoiding Ilya’s questioning gaze. “I, uh. I was just downstairs looking at the renovation in the other apartment.” His eyes narrowed slightly and his nostrils started to flutter. “Ihht’s really dusty in there.” His breath caught, and then he had his nose tucked right back into his elbow and away from Ilya, courteous as ever. “hdt’schiew! -tschhiew! Excuse me,” he repeated, and not only was he still blushing, he was turning redder than before. He was also, Ilya noticed, blinking back tears. He looked…like a fucking angel. Ilya huffed a laugh.

“Bud’ zdorov. You are…allergic? Is right word?”

Shane said a soft “thank you” and nodded, still not looking Ilya in the eye. Something about his expression - shy, embarrassed, slightly dazed, like he might still have to sneeze - made Ilya fucking melt.

Shane sniffled, the sound a little wetter than before, then froze. “I’ll be right back,” he said, then Ilya heard him close the bathroom door and the soft ssshhhh of him blowing his nose. So gentle. So polite. So well-mannered. So…Shane Hollander. Canadian wunderkind and consummate gentleman. A prince of the ice.

Ilya wanted to swallow him whole.

When Shane came out of the bathroom, Ilya noticed that he was rubbing at his pink nose absentmindedly. He caught Ilya’s eye and grinned, and the next thing Ilya knew he and Shane were shirtless on the bed, kissing and grabbing at every inch of bare skin they could, and Ilya was only faintly aware of a few itty-bitty snffs cutting through their uninhibited moans and gasps until—

“tschieww! idt-chyiew! hahh! adt’chyew!” Shane pulled away, face buried back in his elbow. When he emerged, with a deliciously vulnerable little “nghuhh,” he scrunched his face up with another snrff, nose twitching, and Ilya couldn’t stop himself from saying, “Krolik.”

Shane, who had been about to place his hands back to where they’d been splayed on Ilya’s chest, paused. “Sorry, what?”

“You. The way you move your face, is like krolik…like, like zaychik, like…fuck…” Ilya grasped at the air as he sought the word. Then he looked back at Shane’s pretty, perfect, dumbfounded face, and it came to him. “Like little bunny,” he finished.

Shane scrunched his face again, this time in annoyance. “I’m not a bunny,” he grumbled, and Ilya was delighted to see that another red flush was spreading over his cheeks and nose. (There was nothing - nothing - Ilya enjoyed more than making Shane Hollander blush. The redness really brought out his stunning freckles.)

Ilya shook his head. “No, no. Of course not. You are big, strong man who makes cute face like bunny.”

There was a pause.

“Rozanov,” Shane warned.

“Hollander,” Ilya challenged.

Shane crossed his arms over his chest. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Just making…observation? Yes, observation,” he said when Shane gave his first attempt a terse nod. “You do this” - he tried his best to copy Shane’s post-sneeze face scrunch and nose twitch - “and I see little bunny. Very cute. Hop hop hop.”

Shane looked about ready to make Ilya hop, hop, hop his ass back to Boston on a stretcher when his breath started to hitch again. He grabbed hastily for a tissue from the box on his nightstand and held it tightly to his nose and mouth. “isch’hew! haSHhew! hy’ishhuu! …ugh, fuck…” Something clenched at Ilya’s heart as Shane groaned and wiped at his eyes with another tissue. He was starting to sound quite miserable. Shane tucked the box of tissues under his arm and started to move off the bed when Ilya touched his shoulder.

“Bud’ zdorov. Where are you going?”

“Thank you. I, uh.” Shane’s shoulders were tensed up to his damn ears. He looked like he wanted to disappear into thin air. “I need to, uh…” he gestured at his nose.

Ilya shrugged. “You don’t need to go for that.”

Shane averted his gaze yet again. “But it’s…gross,” he said softly.

“Not gross. Stay. Is okay.” Ilya patted the pillow next to him.

Shane sighed and sat back down. He plucked a few tissues from the box and blew into them, gently. Ilya could tell that he was holding back how much he really needed to blow. He put a hand on his shoulder and rubbed it with his thumb. “Is okay, Hollander.”

Shane took in a breath and blew a little harder, face crinkling from the effort, and by the relieved sigh he gave after, Ilya could tell that he was feeling a bit better. For some reason, that made Ilya smile. He watched Shane take another tissue and massage his straight nose methodically in circular motions.

Ilya patted his arm. “Wow. Your nose really does not like dust.”

“Nope,” Shane agreed, pinching at the bridge of his now cherry-red nose. “Fuck, I don’t have any allergy meds at this place. I’ll have to go home.”

Faintly, Ilya wondered what “home” looked like for Shane. Would Ilya ever be able to see it for himself? It was probably bland and spotless and inoffensive to the eye, the perfectly appropriate home for the perfectly mannered golden boy. But maybe that wasn’t so bad. And maybe…Shane Hollander wasn’t so perfect after all.

But Ilya, who had seen Shane face down, ass up at least a dozen times by this point, knew that already.

“Okay. But only after I fuck you into this mattress, da?”

Shane looked at him, surprised, tissues clutched in one fist. “You still want to…?”

Ilya nodded. “Yes, Hollander, I am not scared of you and your tiny little bunny sneezes.” He had to hold up his hands as Shane grabbed the nearest pillow - one of the small stupid decorative ones - and whacked him with it. “Oh no, not your pillow army! Malen'kiy krolik—no, nooo!” Ilya gasped with laughter as Shane kept smacking him, saying through his smile, “Am I still a bunny now, Rozanov? Huh?”

After a faux-struggle, Ilya managed to pin Shane down by the arms. For a moment, he just openly stared. Somehow, Shane’s eyebrows were the perfect shape. Did he know this? Was he aware of just how fucking beautiful he was? Ilya cleared his mind of the thought as Shane’s nose twitched, so small that Ilya almost missed it. But he didn’t.

“Let me know if you need tissues.” Ilya gestured towards the nightstand before reaching into the drawer for a condom and lube. “Now hold on tight, Shane Hollander.”

[snzmamakel]

My favorite part of the gay hockey kick were all collectively on—besides the horny snz obviously—is having the whole of snzblr having to learn about Canada.

Loving how yall are researching to understand hockey and the area between Montreal and Ottawa. Idk if it’s a Canadian or not, but someone actually used “Shoppers” instead of “pharmacy” because that’s the Canadian drug store and I was so happy.

Next stop if giving S/hane more Canadian slang. I want him saying “no, yeah, no, of course” and I/lya having zero idea if that means yes or no.

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Heavy on the last part

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I/lya just seems like a triple kind of guy 🤧🤧🤧

That’s what I’m saying!! The first two are closer together and then the third always follows

[lipsmind]

it was prob a bit ago, but someone posted about h/ayden being grossed out by i/lya’s sneezes and I love that. so i was trying to elaborate on that and then ended up with this… not even a ficlet just a couple hundred words.

Hayden and Shane are hanging out one night when a facetime from Ilya distracts Shane from the game on the TV.

“Hey. I’m with Hayden. He can hear you,” Shane greets.

“Okay. I’m just calling to say I may not make it to Montreal tonight,” Ilya replies, and…no word in his reply includes an insult towards Hayden? And he’s saying he might miss a chance to spend time with Shane?

“What?” Shane sits up straighter. Hayden rolls his eyes, sprawled across the other half of the couch. “Why not?”

“I’m not feeling too good. All of practice I can’t stop sneezing. My throat hurts too,” Ilya says, and now that he has, Shane can hear congestion dulling his words. “I’m sorry, moya lyubov'.”

“No, don’t be sorry. You can’t help getting sick.” With a furrowed brow, Shane watches Ilya rub at his nose. “I can come to you instead. I could leave here early…Gonna sneeze?”

Ilya’s face might be pixelated by the poor connection, but Shane can still see him nod, features scrunched and lips parted.

“hhd’TSCHHHuhh! hh! heh-EHTSCHHuh!”

“Gross,” Hayden mumbles. Shane kicks him.

“hhd’IHTSCHHHhew!”

“Bless you,” Shane says softly, worried eyes hidden by the TV reflecting off of his glasses.

“You shouldn’t come here,” Ilya continues where Shane had left off. “You will catch this.”

Shane shrugs. Ilya does have a fair point. And Shane has never been one to risk his ability to play hockey. But as he looks at his boyfriend’s miserable expression, he’s struggling to find any good reason to heed Ilya’s warning and stay home.

“Besides, I won’t be much fun like this.” He sniffs for emphasis.

Shane snorts. “That’s okay. I’ll be enough fun for both of us.”

“I’m serious, Shane. Is okay for you to stay home. I don’t want you getting sick.”

“I’m being serious too. I don’t care if I get sick. Like I said, I can leave here early tomorrow morning.”

Ilya’s expression softens. “I love you.”

“Ew!” Hayden makes his presence known.

Shane kicks him again. Honestly, he sort of forgot he wasn’t alone for a minute there.

“I love you too. Get some rest and I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

Hayden just scoffs and gets up to go to the bathroom.

“Okay. Tell Hayden I’ll save him some dirty tissues as souvenir.”

Apparently Hayden’s not quite out of ear shot yet. “Fuck off, Rosanov!”