secret snz blog

I literally NEVER sneeze, hardly ever when I’m healthy and barely even when I’m sick. I have mild pollen allergies but they just leave me itchy and rashy, never sneezy.

Imagine A, with a bad case of the sniffles, feeling stuffy, itchy, achey and overall not well. They sniffle repeatedly in hopes of avoiding an embarrassingly wet nose blow in public, but as they snifffle, something shifts in their sinuses. They feel a harsh tickle, which leads to the overwhelming need to sneeze. They rub their dripping nose, clear discharge leaking onto their knuckles, but it’s no use. They inhale a deep breath, and

“HA-eshhhou, HE-shoo,” the desperate double tumbles from their red nose, leaving snot pooling under their nostrils. They sniffle again to avoid more of a mess, but it only serves to exasperate their poor membranes again. The sudden inhale brings more dry air into their sensitive nostrils, the tickle is unbearable.

“HA-KEshoo, “HaEshoo,” two more barrel out, directed into their soggy sleeve. People are watching now, as they attempt to clean themselves up enough to life their face. They sniff against the fabric, trying desperately to curb the itch and mess of mucus, but their poor nose is too irritated and sick. The sniffle recharges the itchiness, and they gear up for yet another sneeze.

“snff, snff, heh-ha-HA-EshOO”

They sneeze harshly once more, their sleeve now completely soaked. Their breath hitched again as they try to sniff back the congestion. The fit won’t seem to let up until they can blow the infection out of their sick nasal passages.

Cut to B having a little movie night with their partner A, who is cradling B’s head in their lap. A is carding softly through their hair as they feel B’s breathing start to grow deeper and slower. They smile and move their fingers down towards B’s eyes, only to brush their forehead and stop. Is it just them, or is B feeling a little warm? They move their hand to B’s cheek, their other cupping the nape of their neck.

“You feeling okay? You feel really warm,” A asked, feeling B roll a little bit in their lap.

B mumbled something before burying their hot face deeper into the blankets and sniffling liquidly.

if u choose to fill this thank u sm!! <3

I love this! I imagined this to be set in season 1, right around when Sam started having visions and getting more angst as a character, but also when the brothers relationship was at their cutest (in my opinion.) NOT WINCEST!!

Dean turned to the hotel bed next to his for what seemed like the 80th time in the last ten minutes. Sam laid motionless, cheeks flushed and hair mussed from the pillows and sweat. Although he didn’t look comfortable by any stretch of the imagination, he seemed content to be sleeping. Dean let his worry go and continued searching the journals and newspapers in his lap, desperate for a case. They had stopped to let Sam nurse his increasingly bothersome head cold, much to Sam’s own dismay.

Here you go! I got a little carried away…but hopefully this is at least similar to what you envisioned!

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A and B have been working all day outside in the cold, and while they are both bundled up and shivering, B has been rapidly paling and shaking like a leaf.

“A, cand we please go indside ndow? I thidnk I have a fever,” B whines, sniffling deeply and clenching their tools tight.

“We haven’t even been out here long, B, and besides, you don’t have a fever. It’s just a cold, you just feel feverish because it’s freezing out here,” huffed A, maintaining their gaze on whatever project they’re working on.

B sniffles and wipes their teary eyes. They always get emotional with a temperature, but maybe A is right. Maybe this is just a product of the environment, and once the job is done, they’ll feel warm again. Still, all B wants is to curl up inside and snuggle up to A, like things used to be.

“Okay, imb sorry, I just really ndeed a tissue,” B whimpered, sniffling urgently now.

A tossed them a handkerchief from their work sack and continued the job. B held their hand to their own forehead, trying to gauge a temperature. Everything just felt cold. A caught B’s gestures and scoffed.

“For the last time B, you’re not running a temp. You’re fine. Blow your nose, quit sissying around and help me.”

B dropped their glassy eyes and obeyed.

After no less than an hour, the sun was beginning to dim and the air was at least 10 degrees cooler. Snow started to flurry from the grey sky. A made their way over to where B was laboring, placing a heavy hand on their shoulder. B jumped and shook violently in the cold. Their glossy eyes shot up.

“C’mon, B, time to head in. And quit with the shaking, it’s just making you feel worse.”

B sniffled against the wall of congestion in their sinuses before responding.

“I kndow, imb sorry, it’s just mby fever-“

A rolled their eyes as they entered the house. The warmth of the heating made both of their noses run, but damn, was it a relief. B collapsed onto the couch as A hurried into the kitchen, irritation obvious in their gait. When A returned, they held a box of tissues and a thermometer.

“Here, if you’re so damn sure you’ve got a ‘fever,’ test it out. And blow your damn nose, im sick of all your sniffling and snorting,” explained A coldly. They settled next to B and tossed the supplies into their lap. B placed the thermometer under their tounge and waited, still shaking in their wet clothes.

After a minute passed, the thermometer beeped and A raced to pull it from B’s mouth, a smug look on their face already.

“I swear, if all that bitching was over nothing, I’m gonna make your life-“

A stopped and their lips parted slightly as they read the number on the screen. Their expression changed from irritated and smug to a mix of concerned and amused.

“Damn, B, didn’t know you could pack this kind of heat,” a chuckled, their laugh masking their worry. They turned the screen to reveal 102.4, flashing on and off. B smiled triumphantly before coughing into their elbow.

Someone’s pink, swollen eyes watering when they have a bad cold and just cannot stop sneezing. Tears threaten to spill from their red-rimmed eyes, trickling down their cheeks and causing more congestion and discomfort, which only induces more sneezes…and the cycle repeats…

So last night I was at a clients house babysitting, and the dad came home late with two of the other kids (I was watching their infant.) he looked so so tired, and while we were talking and I was waiting on an Uber home, he mentioned how he didn’t feel well. Mind you, he is a VERY good looking man. Then he left the room with his second youngest to get the kid in the shower, and from the living room I could hear him start sneezing. He sneezed about 9 times, spaced out and loud 😳

Partner A is stoic and largely unaffectionate, disliking physical touch and outward displays of affection in almost every situation.

Partner B is also relatively closed off and non-emotive, but has more of a soft nature than A, and craves comfort and touch even though they don’t enjoy giving it.