sneeze girl

[hurt-comfort-my-beloved]

character b is in a hospital bed, barely breathing. Character a is standing beside them, knowing this might be the end. Character b’s eyes open. “…character a?” “yeah, kid?” Character a replies.

“…hold me?” they ask, sounding much, much younger than they are. tears fill character a’s eyes. Character b would never, ever act this way. “Sure, baby.”

Character a sits beside character b, who lays their head on them, listening to their heartbeat. Character b falls asleep.

Someone comes and lays a blanket over Character b. “This is common- when kids are fading,” they say softly. “They seek out whoever makes them feel safe.”

character a’s eyes darken. “Don’t- don’t say that,” they mutter.

[hitching-hyacinth]

magic snuff that gets you higher the more you sneeze + group of stoner friends getting giggly while they induce each other

[hitching-hyacinth]

A goes to a house party with new friends B and C. B and C are experiences snz snuff users; A is curious but hasn't tried it before. In a corner half an hour or so into the party, B and C get to easing A into their first high. C is already pretty stoned themself; B's just a bit buzzed. They help A dose the stuff show them how to take it.

A doesn't feel anything at first; they're not supposed to. The way the snuff works, B explains while C tracks down the host to ask for a q-tip, once it's in your bloodstream, sneezing lets the high hit. A nods along. Their nose is already tingling. They don't know it's not supposed to be.

C comes back with a few q-tips in hand and asks A if they've ever made themself sneeze before. A says no, which C finds hilarious. They take A's face gently under the chin and slide the q-tip inside one nostril.

The tickle intensifies and A's chest heaves while C twirls the q-tip inside A's nose, pressing against the sensitive membranes. They sneeze, snapping forward, and C is just a little too slow to move their hand, lodging the q-tip deeper in A's nose.

The sensation is unbearable—A sneezes, and sneezes, and sneezes, while B frets and C laughs their ass off. Eventually, they come back to their senses enough to pull the q-tip out, but that sensation launches them into another flurry of desperate, uncontrollable sneezes.

"Fuck," C says, still giggling, "you're gonna be so fucked up."

A laughs, and sneezes again, then cackles as their head starts to spin, the itch in their nose barely abating. They sneeze again, and again, now ducking into their sleeve in a pathetically haphazard attempt to contain their leaking nose.

By the time the sneezing stops, A is so stoned they can't walk straight and ready to have a very silly night.

[writingwithoutconfidence]

Here me out.

Famous Whumpee had a traumatic childhood. They'd grown up being told they are useless and worthless and hurt so much they still involuntarily flinch, despite it being years. Whumpee can deal with heavy scenes (the ones where there's shouting and crying and violence) whilst filming because if it's in the script then it's okay, because they can prepare themselves in advance by going over the script again and again, telling themselves it's all fake, a lie, just a scene, that's it.

But

The other cast members don't know about Whumpee's past. Why would they? Whumpee's very good at keeping it hidden. So during the scene, everything's going smoothly, Actor is shouting at Whumpee, and Whumpee acts scared and anxious. And suddenly, Actor starts going off script. Actor is stepping forward, still shouting, but now all Whumpee can think about is their past, the shouting before the hits.

And then, Actor's hands suddenly fist the front of Whumpee's shirt, and they pull Whumpee closer, still shouting, still acting unaware that Whumpee is this close to having a panic attack. The scene suddenly isn't something Whumpee can control, because it is no longer on the page.

The words Actor is yelling blur into a deafening roar, echoing the exact pitch of a voice from Whumpee’s childhood. The sudden, rough tug on their fabric completely shatters the fragile wall separating the present from the past. Whumpee's lungs seize. The studio lights feel blinding, morphing into the harsh glare of a room they thought they escaped years ago.

"Cut! That was incredible acting, guys!" the director’s voice calls out from behind the monitors.

The pressure on Whumpee's shirt vanishes as Actor lets go, instantly dropping the aggressive persona. Actor smiles, completely oblivious, and pats Whumpee on the shoulder. "Man, you look totally wrecked. Great reaction! Your face went completely pale."

Whumpee can't answer. Their throat is tightly locked. Their body is rooted to the floorboards, but every instinct is screaming at them to run, hide, and shield their face. But no, Whumpee can't do that. They have to keep their past hidden from everyone. So they smile instead. "Yeah. I didn't expect you to be so good haha."

[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.

[moonlight-sniffles]

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miserable cold fit, someone pls euthanise me asap.

[feverish-cuddles]

contagion clinic idea- y’know how sometimes hospital staff will take a walk around the waiting room to make sure folks are okay, offer water, etc? imagine a contagion clinic staff who walks out with a bundle of tissues to wipe any drippy noses and help tired patients blow. when the tissues inevitably run out, they switch to their hands or scrubs.

YES YES YES YES LOVE THIS YES Hense what the front desk staff is for^-^ YEEEES just thinking about a few nurses going round with tissues and noticing a poor sickly Patient sounds so horribly stuffy and snuffly. Cupping tissues to their nose and gently encouraging them through it. Making sure they have water after and then going off to other patients to do the same thing

[feverish-cuddles]

more contagion clinic thing 1 (A) well person put in a room of 3(B, C & D) sickies and 1 box of tissues A is surrounded on all sides, with the tissue box in their lap while B, C & D cuddle up to them. Snuffling, snorting, and wiping their drippy noses into A untill one of them (or more) start to snz. A is getting sprayed on all angles, mess dripping and splattering on them. Everywhere they turn they see a red twitchy runny nose and a desperate presnz face ready to release. A barely has any sense to use the tissue box

[feverish-cuddles]

going to a contagion clinic and getting paired with someone who's desperate to give you their cold. clinging onto you, nose red and streaming constantly, visibly full of cold too. they tell you to get closer while they build up so they can snz in your face and make sure it lands just right Asking if you could play with their nose, having you cup your hand under their nose while they let snz after snz fill it with mess blowing their nose on you just being near you makes them need to snz bc they're thinking about you catching it the air is dence with their germs, each breath you take you're breathing it in you've seen them snz against a mirror or a screen and the amount of spray and mess that comes out it more than you could hope for

[feverish-cuddles]

imagine being a new worker at the contagion clinic with sick coworkers You knew it was inevitable but still when B comes into work cuddled in their work jacket looking worse for ware and in desperate need of some soup. You asked them why they didn't stay home and of course B looks at you with the 'oh you sweet summer child' look and says. "why would I? dnot like this whole place isn't meant for passing around a cold" Still you do offer to help with whatever they need. Maybe mid day they take you up on that offer and ask you to help. You wonder what it could be, you assume its to take over on paper work or rounds. Yet before they can get their words out they pull you close and launch a sopping wet snz into your chest. Well its not like you haven't been snzd on by patients before. B looks up at you and through marshy congestion said "i dneed you to help bme with by dnose" Oh you're sooooo getting this cold.

[feverish-cuddles]

okay but being used at the 'communal tissue' by a group of sickies

A worker in the contagion clinic trying to get things done while their coworkers who are alittle more sniffly and snzy than the usual always end up going to them when they get too snzy or nose gets too runny. By half the shift A's scrub shirt has multiple large dark patches, and they're considering getting a spare from their locker. When another coworker comes over desperately hitching nose streaming. THey pull onto the bottom of A's shirt and let out a messy snz that leaves a large splatter of mess at the center going down Well now they're going to definately need that spare...not that they mind

[bloodiedbriars]

Exhausted Caretaker pushing their Limits

"Hm? No, I was already up. What's going on?"

"Hop on. I'll carry you."

"Another nightmare? ... Yeah, c'mere."

"What? Oh, don't worry about me."

"Of course I'll help you."

"Are you sure you can't... No, of course. I got you."

"Ssh... Please don't cry."

"Do you think you could ask someone else? No, no, wait, I'll help you. Just... I'll be there in a second, yeah?"

"Hm? Sorry, I dozed off. What'd you say?"

"I'm sorry, I just... I can't."

[feverishbullshit]

Mess and contagion cw!

Sitting on the couch with someone who is so sniffly and congested and who keeps on letting out messy sneezes. Putting a thermometer in their mouth to check their temperature, pulling it out to read 100°. Then taking the thermometer and putting it in their nose, using it to induce messy sneezes all over your face, feeling the spray and strings of snot on your face and hands. When they're done, you have them blow their nose into the thermometer, which you then put in your mouth, pushing all of that snot and phlegm into your mouth, and just waiting for all the germ laden snot to enter your body and replicate, making you so sick and snotty too

[feverish-cuddles]

imagine being a new worker at the contagion clinic with sick coworkers You knew it was inevitable but still when B comes into work cuddled in their work jacket looking worse for ware and in desperate need of some soup. You asked them why they didn't stay home and of course B looks at you with the 'oh you sweet summer child' look and says. "why would I? dnot like this whole place isn't meant for passing around a cold" Still you do offer to help with whatever they need. Maybe mid day they take you up on that offer and ask you to help. You wonder what it could be, you assume its to take over on paper work or rounds. Yet before they can get their words out they pull you close and launch a sopping wet snz into your chest. Well its not like you haven't been snzd on by patients before. B looks up at you and through marshy congestion said "i dneed you to help bme with by dnose" Oh you're sooooo getting this cold.

[sneezology]

love contagion love dread love anticipation… but there is also something about someone who seems to have caught a cold without rhyme or reason.

maybe it’s far from flu season, maybe they can’t recall being around anyone who’s been sick—or many people at all, and maybe they’re not the type to get colds often… so why now??

and of course, this means they are likely unprepared. who knows what kind of medicine they may have in the back of their cabinet, if it hasn’t expired (or better yet, anything remotely medicinal packed among their things on a trip)… do they even have tissues? and how long can they make it before their nose really becomes a problem?

[feverish-cuddles]

you're standing in line at the contagion clinic between a few other healthy people. in a separate line is a sick person who definitely needs more than a couple of tissues. Nose red, streaming, poor person all shivery, shoulders tense and always rubbing at their nose. While you're waiting in line to check in, the sick person gets to the front of their line. A nurse is doing intake behind a plexie glass wall. The poor sickie is answering her questions between hitches, doing their best to what seems like stave off a sneeze that's begging to come out. Eventually their body decides enough is enough and they gasp dramatically and lurch forwards with a harsh wet snz. You watch as mess and spray splatters and drips down on the class at the nurse's face height. More mess is dripping from the sickie's red twitchy nose as they finish with an "ugh excuse bme" and their shoulders slump hard and their face finally slack with relief

[cherrycherrytree]

happy pride to my fellow queer snzfuckers! i hope you all know that you’re sooo beautiful and sexy and loved, and that the world is a better place with you in it!

[itsjustaflower]

Happy pride to all the queer snzfuckers here 💛💐

[gayforsneezing]