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18+ ONLY. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT // 26, ftm, he/him // i have an illness kink and here i am in full glory......amazing. really into colds and snotty illness as well as characters with upset stomachs, so theres a liiiittle emoto stuff goin on here, too, although not as often. ao3 for my sickfic is 'congesting'.

[teathattast]

[ilovesickboys]

that thing where someone puts their face over a bowl of hot water to clear their sinuses... hot

[sickromancer]

Also, someone else making the sickie to do that because they're just too damn stuffed up and are probably developing a nasty case of sinusitis, so the sickie is just sitting there all helpless and exposed, their face like a the most miserable sneezy little waterfall, while the caretaker is rubbing their back and perhaps supporting the bowl a bit too.

[sneezeshame]

a belly made a little unsettled by the first cramps of a formidable stomach flu meets a five course meal and turns visibly distended and irritated. it rumbles, then bubbles, then doesn’t stop bubbling; by morning it’s rubbed with a little groan of discomfort as it bloats and starts to churn. it gurgles and pops; it encounters a heating pad pressed over the curve still hopelessly distended; an elastic wasteband is pulled down as it begins its attempts to dispel the great amounts of food and increasing amounts of irritation from illness.

Burps emerge and turn wet and uncomfortable. Farts are desperate and increasingly frequent. The belly churns, and bubbles more, and lets out a symphony of gassy pops and labored grumbles. At last it encounters a miserable few sips of ginger ale and a few saltine crackers, and this is enough to send it into violent and sudden revolt as the previous meal finds the exists; the swollen, distended, bloated belly jostles and jiggles as a desperate sprint to the toilet signals the first miserable contractions of a nasty stomach bug.

[sickromancer]

I adore the good old red spots or streaks under the nostrils of someone whose nose has been running incessantly. It's one of the hottest things out there, at least in top 3.

But just now I'm obsessing about the image of someone, due to the shape of their septum or whatever, having a tendency to develop one red, sore, usually wet spot under their nose, right in the middle, as a telltale sign of them having a bad cold or hayfever.

[summer-oil-inactive]

forced caretaking as a trope i think is like cocaine to people who know they need to be taken care of but have mental blocks in the way like yeah please do gently force me into a state of vulnerability so my body learns it is a safe thing to feel around you

[seasnz]

always obsessed with the concept of someone teetering between feeling off and unwell, without really being able to pinpoint any particular symptom. they go to rest, maybe take nap or something, and it finally hits them like a truck.

[snzqt]

someone coming down with a fever because their body has finally decided it’s had enough. they feel completely drained and exhausted. their eyelids are heavy and their head is pounding. they can feel heat radiating from their own body beneath the blankets, yet they’re shivering at the same time. they press a pillow against their chest, searching for some kind of comfort, wishing someone was there to hold them. with trembling fingers, they grab their phone and open the first conversation they see. the bright screen makes their eyes hurt. "hey, can you come over, please..? i don’t feel well". they type the message and hit send.

[mythshire]

⋆ · 𖤓 · ⋆ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄 ··· a collection of soup gone cold and blankets shared, the intimacy of being cared for when you are at your worst. genre: romance, hurt and comfort, soft angst, domestic.

You're burning up. Don't argue with me. Get back in bed.

I made soup. It's not great. Eat it anyway.

You should have called me the moment you started feeling like this.

Stop trying to get up. There is nothing on this earth that needs you upright right now.

I found three blankets and a hot water bottle. Pick your combination.

You look terrible. I mean that with so much love.

Let me take your temperature. Stop being difficult about the thermometer.

I cancelled everything. Don't apologize. I wanted to be here.

You fell asleep mid-sentence. I stayed anyway. I hope that's okay.

Drink the tea. Yes, all of it. I'll make more.

I've been checking on you every hour. You keep telling me to go home. I keep not going.

Your voice sounds awful. Rest it. We can talk tomorrow.

I'm not going anywhere. Stop thanking me for staying.

You hate being taken care of. I know. Do it for me anyway.

The fever broke. I don't think you know how relieved I am right now.

Sleep. I'll be right here. I'll wake you up if anything changes.

I brought your favourite thing from the place on the corner. Don't cry. Please don't cry.

You're a terrible patient and somehow I still want to be the one doing this.

I know you think you're being a burden. You are not a burden.

Let me sit with you. I don't need to talk. I just don't want you to be alone.

You tried to make your own tea and you could barely stand up. Sit down. I've got it.

I've seen you strong. This doesn't make you weak. It just makes you human.

You smell like fever and you still somehow look like everything to me.

Lay your head here. Right here. I've got nowhere I need to be.

I brought every movie you've ever mentioned. We have time.

You're mumbling in your sleep. I'm not going to tell you what you said.

I changed the sheets while you were in the shower. Don't make it weird.

You need to eat something real. I know you don't want to. Eat something real.

I've been sitting in this chair for four hours. I'd do it four more.

Stop apologizing for being sick. People get sick. Let me help you.

Your hands are cold. Give them here. I'll warm them up.

I found the medicine in the back of the cabinet. Take it. All of it. Don't negotiate.

You're not inconveniencing me. Taking care of you is exactly where I want to be.

I didn't know you got like this when you were sick. Softer. I like knowing this about you.

You asked for me. Out of everyone, you asked for me. I haven't stopped thinking about that.

The heating pad is on the lowest setting. Tell me if you need it warmer.

I'm not leaving until your temperature is normal. Make your peace with that.

You cried a little when the soup was too hot to eat yet. I pretended not to notice.

I've never seen you let anyone take care of you before. I'm honoured. I mean that.

Your hair is a mess. Can I? Is that okay? Let me just — there.

You keep saying you're fine every time I check and you are so obviously not fine.

This is the third night in a row. I'm not going anywhere. Stop looking at me like that.

You're delirious and still trying to be funny. It's working. Please stop, I'm worried about you.

I learned how to make your mother's recipe. It took three attempts. Don't tell her.

There's nowhere I'd rather be than right here, even like this. Especially like this.

You always take care of everyone else. Just this once, let someone take care of you.

I left the light on in the hall in case you woke up scared. I remember you mentioned that once.

I'm here. I've got you. Just rest. Everything else can wait.

[selene-and-the-cold]

A peak sick and snz moment to me is when a character takes their sick SO to their place on public transport. The poor sick person is feeling absolutely miserable and hate being out in public so visibly sick. They are weak and shivery, have a light sheen of sweat on their forehead from fever, and a cherry red nose announcing loud and proud that they've caught a terrible cold.

The SO has their arm wrapped around them. Maybe even opens their own jacket to pull their sick partner in, like taking them under their wing. And when the sick one has to sneeze, they turn into their SO as if they are trying to melt into them, releasing their sneezes into their SO's shirt, scarf, or vest, or muffling them against the SO's neck. All while the SO has a hand on their back or in the back of their neck, gently holding them close as they sneeze, cooing words of comfort.

[sitruksista]

I also want someone arrogant, maybe someone who doesn't think basic human "flaws" should apply to them (and any sign of their immune system not being perfect would certainly count as such), coming down with the drippiest, most congested cold imaginable. There's no way for them to hide it; if they attempt to let their nose be, it'll be visibly running in no time, and there's nothing subtle about constantly holding something up to their nose. It takes a day at most for the skin around their nostrils to turn red ans raw.

[sitruksista]

Of course, their nose isn't going to be running any less just because their skin is getting all raw and sensitive. It keeps running just much, but now the salty liquid keeps irritating the skin around their nose further, and it makes their whole nose itch. Which also makes it run more.

[snezus-christ-risen]

When their cold is so itchy, their nose rubbed so raw, that even touching the gentlest fabric to their nostrils triggers a throbbing discomfort that turns into something between pain and a tickle. Whatever it is, it makes them sneeze themself into a state of exhaustion, eyes overflowing with tears, running nose burning hot, throat scraped as raw as the skin of their nostrils.

[sleepysoftsnz]

Giggling and kicking my feet thinking about someone receiving a slow string of texts over the day from their partner, each one requesting a different item to help soothe the cold they feel coming on ... the list grows longer and longer as the symptoms really start to amp up. By the end of the day, they have an entire grocery list.

[oh-no-my-hand-slipped]

“I’b sorry…snf…I just don’t feel byself.”

“Of course not. That’s my job. And I think I’m pretty good at it.”

[sorryaboutmynose]

Currently dreaming about a person slowly coming down with a nasty cold. Listening to their usual, polite little stifles get gradually wetter and less controllable before they inevitably pitch forward into an uncontrollable, unexpectedly messy explosion. Their poor fingers, thinking they were just there to contain another harmless (although quite powerful) stifle, finding themselves covered in spray. The desperate plucking of tissues out of a box and the first helpless, incredibly needed noseblow that completely fills them, confirming to them and everyone else in the room, that they have, indeed, caught a cold.

[sickromancer]

I've been thinking a lot recently of someone with a bad cold, and while one side of their nose is stuffed up in that entirely immobile way, the other is streaming, and them constantly sniffling back the leak to keep their nose from running down their face causes a weird pressure imbalance in their sinuses which makes their eyes water.

And of course, the sides get repeatedly switched through the day.

[sky-snz]

[beeeep.]

“Hi, darli’g… umb… *sndrff!* I uh, *grmm!* I hope you’ve beed havi’g a good day. *snff!*

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Ah. *sngk!* Sorry. Ub. Call be whed you get this. Bye.”

[sntlvr]

CW: mess

Making out with someone with a cold. Their chapped nose is so full of snot that you can see two yellowish corks in both nostrils, and they absolutely can't breathe through their nose, lest it make a mess. Suddenly, they want to catch their breath, but you stop them: they have a way to breathe. Since they're reluctant, you press one nostril with your finger, which immediately makes a squelchy sound and smears your finger with a bit of warm snot. At that point, they can't resist any longer, and to get a chance to breathe, they forcefully blow out everything that was blocking it from their other nostril, letting it drip down your cheek, warm and mushy; they know you like it. At that point, they can breathe a little better, but they know that soon their nose will fill up again and you'll force them to repeat the ritual.