sneezing and being tied up is so hot, and it's hot no matter who's tied up
like oh you cant scratch your poor itchy nose? you can't stifle or cover your sneeze? poor baby better hold it back as long as possible. you need a tissue? maybe if you're good for me.
or
you can't go anywhere, and I think I'm coming down with something, my nose is just so itchy. wouldn't it be a shame for me to sneeze all over you while you have nowhere to go?
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If I had a penny everytime Data threw his close friend, who's wearing a yellow uniform, to get them out of danger, I would have two pennies. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.
Data, you really have to find a better way to save your friends... That looks like it hurts.
Someone in the group has been sick for a few days now. They've been keeping it well under wraps, excusing themselves from rooms, volunteering for the tasks that can be done alone, getting up and going to bed earlier. And god they're so exhausted. But sickness is weakness, they know this.
By day 5, it's getting pretty rough. Their sneezes are getting so thick and heavy that stifling takes everything in them. Their chest is starting to ache from the congested pressure and their bones are growing cold from days of running feverish.
But then, someone else in the group comes down with the cold. Not knowing that it's really original character's cold. This second character has no qualms about admitting when they're sick. The group bands around them, making sure they rest and are well looked after.
This of course means additional chores for original character. They trudge their feet along the ground, feeling their fever growing higher and higher as day slips to night.
As they lug something heavy, nose dripping, head swimming, they look over at the crackling fire. Second sickie, whose cold is mild, is bundled in blankets, sipping something warm. The others are bunched around them, laughing, passing handkerchiefs, faces golden by the blaze.
And as original character turns to keep walking through the silent, glacial night, some quiet, desperate part of them wishes they really would collapse, so the others would take care of them too.
Thinking about a person filming a commercial for cold medicine or tissues…
The makeup artist is getting up close, applying blush to the nose, deepening the bags under the persons eyes, and spraying on beads of ‘sweat’ to the forehead. The hair stylist is making sure their hair is appropriately disheveled, the costumer has set them in come comfy pajamas, all getting up close to the actor to prep them.
The crew starts by purposefully placing crumbled but unused tissues on the set. They want the commercial to look real so they induce the actor, triggering an onslaught of sneezes that last throughout the day. As the actor sneezes more and more some used tissues accidentally make their way around the set.
The actor is sniffling and wiping their nose absentmindedly with their hands as different props are being passed between them and the prop master. The camera crew is getting up close to that red nose, often stepping in front of the camera to help the actor achieve the perfect pose for the scene or promo shots.
The “sick” actor is the star, before the day finishes it seems that every cast member has interacted with them in one way or another. They’re sneezing, coughing, burying their nose into props, doing whatever needs to be done for the camera.
When the actor wakes up actually sick the next day their stomach drops at the thought of how many cold-ridden germs they spread across the set the day before.
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i can't get the thought of swh + contagion out of my head...
A and B are hiding from someone. (maybe they were gathering evidence or secret intel, or maybe they're trespassing somewhere just for the hell of it, or maybe they're sneaking into some locked building past its opening hours.) in any case, they're not supposed to be there, and they'e going to be in big trouble if they get found out.
so when they hear footsteps approaching, they immediately duck into a nearby closet/side storage room. they just have to keep quiet until the person outside (the host, a security guard, an employee, etc. makes their rounds)...
except A is beginning to come down with an awful cold. the dustiness of the closet certainly isn't helping. the first time their breath hitches, B tenses—if A sneezes, they'll certainly be found. so B stops the sneeze in its tracks by pressing their index finger under A's nose.
A sniffles, their nose twitching, the sneeze evaporating in its tracks. crisis averted, for now... but their nose still tickles furiously.
it isn't long before their breath is starting to hitch again. this time, B presses their finger up to A's nose again, with enough pressure that they can feel the slight dampness against their finger.
"don't sneeze," B instructs.
"i can't h-help it," A mouths voicelessly, their breath hitching. "i... have to... hH... hAHH..."
this time, B—sensing impending disaster—pinches A's nose shut. A snaps forward with a messy,
"hAh'dXXtt!"
the sneeze is quiet, thankfully, but it still holds all the force it would've had if A had been able to let it out.
worse, A's nose is tickling even more now. they try and fail to communicate that the pressure of B's fingertips against their sinuses is more ticklish than relieving. soon, they're jerking forward with another: "hAHH'nNGxt!"
"you need to hold back," B admonishes. "i'm not about to risk getting caught."
"i'm trying... but it... hIHh... t-tickles so badly... hih... hiIh.... hiIIHhh..."
with the next sneeze, B clamps a hand over A's nose and mouth. A hits their hand with a spraying, "'TTSHHiish-!", which mists B's hand with thousands of droplets. their nose is openly running now.
the footsteps outside the door pause. B moves their index finger back under A's nose.
"what did i tell you?" they chastise. "if you sneeze again, we're going to be in serious trouble."
what follows is 2 minutes of intense ticklish torture A has ever experienced. they have to sneeze so badly, but every time they come close, B stops the sneeze in its tracks with a finger under their nose, or pinches their nose shut so the sneeze has no room to go anywhere.
"hhih... HIiih... hiiHHh...!!"
the tickle is almost unbearable, they need to sneeze so badly. on the other hand, B quiets them with little sympathy: "don't even think about it," they say. "i'm not going to let you sneeze."
after what seems like an eternity, the footsteps head off in the other direction. there's the sound of a heavy door shutting, and then they're alone again.
relieved, B lifts their cupped hand from A's mouth, seemingly forgetting that A's resolve was just seconds away from crumbling. meanwhile, A can't possibly hold back anymore. after minutes of denying themselves the relief their body so desperately needs, after every holdback and every false start fed directly into the itch in their sinuses, they can't take it anymore. A explodes forward with an absolutely drenching sneeze...
"HEHH'TCHHIIIIIew!!"
...directly onto B's face.
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with all of those sneeze particles circulating in that small, cramped space... it's no wonder that B wakes up a few days later, sneezing their head off. 😌
hearing loud, cold-stricken sneezes ripping through the room next door, one after the other, then taking a cheeky peek inside after they left a few minutes later — and just seeing an absolute carnage of ripped, wet tissues littering the top of their bed 👀 as well as a half-open bottle of Nyquil from how bad those sneezes definitely sounded on their throat…
bonus points if you just stand in the doorway lookin like “🥺” when your partner comes back and they come to realization just how visible their cold is, even when you’re not witnessing first-hand. Like their spacial awareness returns and they’re left maybe a little embarrassed~
Imma be so honest we need a better tagging system for contagion.
Like, sometimes I wanna get off to ppl sharing a cold or sneezing on the bus or dmth, but I either need to go lurk on a specific blog, or risk seeing posts about an old movie or real-life scary stuff.
We already have great tags like #messfucker and #coldfucker but #contagionfucker is too long maybe?