#snzario

[lblmr32]

TGIF: Thank god it's flu day.

I know, I know, it should've been TGIFD, but you get the picture. Consider this a potential title for a story I may or may not write, either here or on the blue forum.

[axemurderer121212]

kor/ra being allergic to fire lilies… hee hee

getting them handed to her at some ceremony and being trapped holding them

some mission in the fire nation during spring and she CANNOT get her nose under control

literally anyone being able to tell they’re in the room because her nose starts twitching

🤤🤤🤤

[minteacutie]

Y'know the fact that Wyatt's wife is a doctor, leaves some interesting space for ideas about how they first met.

Perhaps even some sneezy scenarios that involve Wyatt sneezing his head off in front of his very pretty future doctor wife, Lisa.

[minteacutie]

Shane whose a bit under the weather and having trouble sleeping trying so hard to keep his sneezes quiet because he doesn't want to wake Ilya.

[patheticandmiserable]

I was thinking abt A/lastor sneezing on V/ox and wrote a little scenario

I got the idea from a post on a vanilla blog, so thank you random anon who came up with a good snz idea

Cw mess, implied contagion

“Let me take your temperature.” Vox stood in front of Alastor, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, ears drooping and nose glaringly reddened from the cold he’d caught while staying with him.

The other sinner rolled his eyes. “There’s ndo ndeed for that. I dond’t feel that bad—snrff!” He lifted a hand to rub at his running nose, feeling a prickling irritation form in his nasal passages.

“Oh come on, I’m just checking. You sound like shit.” The internal sensors in his body allowed him to accurately measure the temperature of anything he touched. He raised a hand to Alastor’s forehead, but the deer demon leaned back, pushing him away.

“Keep your hands to yourself.” He sniffled again, his nose scrunching up to try to fight off the growing itch. One hand stayed against Vox’s chest, the other propping him up on the bed. The prickling in his sinuses wasn’t stopping, and keeping his definitely-not-partner away was quickly becoming more about not sneezing on him than about not wanting to be touched.

The other demon challenged him with a glare. He grabbed his arm, moving it out of his way, and put his palm against Alastor’s forehead just as the latter’s breath started to hitch. “W-hhait, I— H-heh— HHEHDTZ’zhue!” He snapped forward with a wet, vicious sneeze right in Vox’s face. He didn’t even try to sniffle after that—he knew his nose was so full of snot that it wouldn’t do anything, and he could feel another sneeze coming. This time, he pulled his arm free and summoned a handkerchief, burying his face into it. “Hihh… IYHD’TZZHHH! Hh’KZSHHF!”

Meanwhile, Vox simply looked at him with a deadpan frown, his screen misted with tiny, mucousy droplets. Luckily, he had the ability to fully turn his face into 2D pixels, so nothing got in his face. “Really?” he sighed, pulling his own handkerchief out of his pocket and wiping his screen.

Alastor was too busy blowing his nose to respond.

“Now I need to take a shower.” He headed into the bathroom, grumbling about how Alastor better take care of him if he gets sick, too. He opened the cabinet under the sink, taking out a bottle of screen cleaner and a microfiber cloth. After spritzing the cloth, he wiped his screen down again, cleaning any remaining streaks. He’d have to do it all again after he showered, but first, he had to make sure that Alastor was going to keep his ass in bed.

At least the other had finished cleaning himself up by the time Vox came back. “I tried to ward you,” he said without looking at him. Those few sneezes had taken a remarkable toll on his voice, coming out hoarse and cracked.

“Yeah, thanks. And you’re spending another night here. You can leave in the morning if you’re… less of a biohazard.” He turned and walked off again, going to find a box of tissues.

“Are you that desperate for mby compady?” Alastor tried to laugh, but it quickly devolved into coughing, rasping against his already aching throat. “I dond’t feel like goi’g adywhere, adyways,” he muttered. He was pretty sure the other couldn’t even hear him from the other end of the room.

Vox soon returned and set the tissues on the nightstand. “There. I’m gonna go scrub my fucking screen off and hope there’s any chance of me avoiding this shit. Oh, and you do have a fever.” His screen flashed a reading of 100.4°F.

[outofthemortality]

Ae//ther sneeze. please.

[snzzyenby]

One of my vanilla (non-irl) friends knows abt my fetish. You a real one dawg just ignore this blog

[bloodyassboots]

Somebody taking off their sun glasses to clean them, sneezing on the freshly cleaned lenses due to phonic reflex, cleaning the sunglasses again, repeat.