#hanky

[thunderstruck9]

Christina Niederberger (Swiss, 1961), Agnes' Hanky, 2024. Acrylic on canvas, 31 x 25 cm.

[deansacowboylikeme]

My favourite ships are ones where ‘friend’ is a much more intimate description of their relationship than partner or boy/girl friend. Especially when they don’t have friends so for someone to be their friend is so special

[greenlynx152]

Gf sneeze (Friday Night Funkin)

It seems that someone has caught a cold

[littlefleamart]

(source)

[chaosmisha]

[sickficlover123]

A only uses silk handkerchiefs, and is dating B who only uses cotton handkerchiefs. A gets sick or develops an allergy and tries using their usual silk hanky which of course doesn’t work. So they give in and use one of B’s cotton handkerchiefs. And lets just say they’re changed forever

[garaththetigon]

[idsff]

I haven't written anything in forever, but Im not feeling good and wanted some comfort fluff. Relatively short first person. Girl (although I think could be guy too with the way it's written) with allergies/cold and caring boyfriend with kink. Warnings for implied contagion and mess.

I sniffled miserably as the Librarian gave me another death glare. I was too exhausted to care. I know my sniffling and sneezing was annoying, but if she wanted me to stop the least she could do was bring me some tissues. However, I think unfortunately for both of us, the last box was being held hostage by another girl across the room who was also clearly having a horrible allergy day as she rubbed her watery red eyes. Mine were itchy too, but not nearly as itchy as my nose was currently. My head tipped back as my breath hitched,

“hih’ hi ‘ahTCHIEW ahSHIEWWw!” I tried my best to trap most of the spray in my elbow but was sure plenty escaped as the librarian gave a dramatic exasperated ‘hmpf’ and walked farther away.

“Bless you baby.” I felt a hand on my shoulder before my boyfriend planted a kiss on the top of my head.

“Thags,” I looked up trying not to imagine how awful I looked, cheeks red from the slight embarrassment I felt from sneezing in public, eyes watery, pink twitchy nose that desperately tried to sniff the watery mucous back.

“Awww, baby, you look miserable.” He sat next to me keeping a hand on my shoulder and quickly retrieving a folded tissue from his pocket. At least one of us was prepared, although in all fairness I ‘had’ been prepared with tissues… about 25 sneezes ago.

Gently he placed it in my hand and I dabbed at my eyes and blew my nose. Normally I’d be much more shy about blowing my nose in public, but I doubted sniffling and sneezing like I was would be any better.

“Bad allergy day?”

I looked over with an expression that could only be interpreted as “duh”.

“I’m sorry baby. Lets get you back home where you can get some more meds and rest.”

I stood up. His hand pressed against my back as I felt something shift in my sinuses. ‘Oh no’ was all I had time to think as my lungs sucked in an involuntary breath. My boyfriend was apparently thinking much quicker than I, and pulled me into his chest.

“AH’TSCHIEEEEWWWW!”

Completely mortified, I couldn’t bear lifting my head to see the responses of others. I was grateful my boyfriend had told me about his kink for sneezing months ago, so I knew he didn’t mind, but I hated drawing attention to myself. I felt fingers gently run down my hair as I kept my face pressed against his chest.

“Shhh, it’s okay.”

When I finally was willing to meet his eyes he just smiled and gave possibly the sweetest, “Bless you. You okay?”

I nodded and wiped my nose on my hand before looking down at his shirt.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” His shirt was covered in wet patches with a few streaks of shiny mucous.

“It’s okay love, you know I don’t mind.” A few fingers pushed hair back from my face, “Think you are ready to go home?”

“Yes please.”

I stood there for an extra second as he grabbed my bags before he held me close and guided me out.  

The librarian had already retrieved a container of Clorox wipes and stood at the ready to probably attack my table and chair. I thought for a split second of offering to help since it was my mess, but I was sure my nose would not let that go well.

***

My boyfriend waited patiently as I unlocked the door to my apartment. It felt a bit chilly as I entered and I assumed my roommate must have turned the a/c up a notch. However, that was the least of my worries as I felt my nose start to buzz. I made a beeline for the tissues and got to them just in time to bury my nose into the soft folds.

“eh’MPHSHHh aH’NTSHHH,” I winced as I needlessly tried stifling into the tissues, as if that would do anything to relieve the tickle, “’TSHH eh’ EH’TSHHHU heh hEH’SHIEWWW!”

I sighed as I felt another kiss on the top of my head, “Bless You! And please don’t stifle baby, I know it hurts.”

I nodded as I tried to fold in the mucous threatening to spill out of the tissues.

“Thags.” I flopped down on the couch and put the tissues on top of the pile I had started that morning before I left for work. Grabbing a few more, I let out a long gurgly blow that thankfully cleared some of the congestion and eased a bit of pressure that had been welling up in my head. “I’m sorry hun, my place is a mess.”

“It is not,” I heard from the kitchen as I watched the small white can be laid beside the coffee table. Tissues easily pushed in. “My apartment is a mess.”

“Well you share it with three guys.”

“Exactly, my point. Now come here.”

The cushions sank as he joined me on the couch, pulling me to his chest and wrapping an arm around me. His lips felt cool and soft as they pressed against my temple before he quietly and sincerely said, “I’m sorry you aren’t feeling good baby.”

“Thanks.” My voice cracked a little and he pushed me back a little so he could see my face.

“Are you feeling okay?”

I started to laugh but it turned into a cough which thankfully didn’t last long as he rubbed slow circles along my back.

“Yup, doing great,” I said sarcastically as I looked up, tears dripping down my eyes. Good thing I almost never wear makeup.

“Not what I mean babe. You feel a little warm.” Even if I wanted to pull back, my reflexes were far too slow as he placed a blissfully cool hand on my forehead. “Thought so.”

I unintentionally whimpered as he pulled his hand away and felt along my neck. I flinched.

“Baby, I’m pretty sure this is more than just allergies.”

“I don’t know, I’ve just been so itchy it’s heh’ hard to heh’,” I brought my hands up to cup over my nose, “heH’TSHHhuu eh’ eH’SHIEWW” sniff “to tell.”

“Bless you baby.” My boyfriend gave a sympathetic smile as he passed tissues into my hands, still cupped over my nose.

“Thank you.”

I hadn’t really thought of being sick. It was so hard to tell when it was already a high allergy day. My roommate had left the windows open overnight and I woke up sneezing and coughing. My throat was itchy, my eyes were itchy, even in my ears was itchy. I supposed maybe I should have given it more thought since….

And just as that thought entered my mind my roommate walked in the door.

Amanda, who was normally so put together, looked frazzled. Eye makeup had been wiped off, her cheeks were red and she was home two hours early.

“I’m s’sorry, I HIH’ I HATSHHHUUUU! Snff. Ugh, god sedt hobe early.” Amanda pulled a crumpled hanky out of her purse and held it to her nose.

“Bless you,” my boyfriend and I echoed.

“Thags, I’ll hed to by roob and try to keeb these gerbs to byself.”

I was going to say she didn’t have to worry about it, but my nose decided to speak for me. With little warning, I sneezed, spraying down towards my boyfriend’s lap.

“hE’PTSHHHuu eh’ EHSHHUUUUuuu!”

My boyfriend just pulled me closer and looked up at Amanda with absolutely zero animosity. “I think that ship has already sailed.” Then he gave me a quick kiss on the head before reaching for another tissue. “Bless you baby.”

I dabbed underneath my nose with the tissue. “Thank you hun.” I looked up apologetically at Amanda who still clutched her hanky to her nose.

“Oh sweetie, I’b so sorry.”

“Not your fault, hopefully this is better than the flu I brought home a couple months ago.”

“Nod your fauld either. I’ll sdill try and ged oud of your way. Do you mide if I dake a shower?” At that point I assume Amanda was tired of her inability to talk right since she finally blew her nose. “Excuse me. Snff. I feel icky.”

“That’s fine.” I leaned against my boyfriend, “I’m not sure I’m leaving this couch any time soon.”

Amanda nodded and from her bedroom we could hear another loud, almost wall shaking sneeze.

“Guess that solves at least one mystery,” my boyfriend looked down at me and pressed the back of his hand to my forehead, double checking my temp. “Poor baby.”