tg's annual sneezefic meme (2019)
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tarotgal
Directions:
1. Post prompts. Any fandom (original fic allowed as well) and any pairing, as long as there is potential sneezing involved character. There is no limit to how many prompts you can post.
2. Please warn for anything current that might be potentially spoilery!
3. Prompt posting will be open while there's interest, most likely until this time next year
4. Reply to any prompts you like with art/drabbles/ficlets/fics in parts/links to fics in your blog. The entry must not be friends-locked.
5. Please warn for anything that might be a trigger including something an emetophobe like me might have a problem with.
6. Prompts can have as many fills as people feel like writing. Just because one person has filled a prompt doesn't mean you can't write for that prompt as well. Different spins on the same thing are absolutely welcome!
7. There will be no deadline for fic responses. If you see a prompt you like and want to write it, go ahead!
8. There's no limit to how many you can write either. WRITE THEM ALL!
9. Please feel free to pimp this on any communities and forums you think would be interested in this.
10. You are allowed to repost prompts from previous or other memes. If the prompt belongs to someone else, just give them credit. You're also more than welcome to reprompt your own!
11. My birthday is April 19. I'm just saying...
Have fun, everybody!
Fills:
Sneezing and wearing fingerless gloves.
Water Demons by
vergoftowelsMarvel
"Wow. How many times have you sneezed today?"
"I don't know, I lost count."
A Head Cold, Exhaustion, and a Complicated Washing Machine by
tarotgalMiddle Earth
It's a bit embarrassing to be the only Elf with allergies. Luckily, the elf's significant other finds it more than a little endearing.
Suffering is Temporary by
tarotgalOriginal Characters
A character has a cold but just feels a little like sneezing from it. The character doesn't have allergies but does get an itchy nose at really powerful scents. Combine the two and the character has to sneeze so badly!
They've Discontinued My Perfume by Anonymous
Character gets turned on by their own sneezing (whether just naturally, or because of a curse or something) and tries to ignore it. But then they catch a cold or have a strong allergic reaction to something, and it becomes harder and harder to ignore, so to speak.
Exhibit by
vergoftowels"Wow. How many times have you sneezed today?"
"I don't know, I lost count."
Untitled by
vergoftowelsPerson A is carrying something delicate (like a fresh painting, tray of china, hot bowl of soup) and there's nowhere for them to put it down when they feel a sudden sneeze coming.
Person B come over to steady them and ends up catching the oncoming sneezing fit for Person A while trying to protect whatever item it is.
Toward Satisfaction by
tarotgalTwo characters have to share one small sleeping bag, so small that there's barely room to turn over. One character is coming down with a cold and can't help but sneeze over the other person all night long.
And OMG, They Were Rollmates by
vergoftowelsSupernatural
Sam's got a cold, and colds and migraines really don't mix well.
Vigilance by
tarotgalStar Wars
Finn's been on suppressants all his life, because sexual urges are just a distraction for stormtroopers. Now that he's off them, he's discovering all kinds of new things, including that he really likes it when Poe sneezes.
Tell Me What You Want by
tarotgal
FILL: Scratched Part 1 (Currently Unfinished)
Date: 2019-05-07 02:01 am (UTC)Clint pulled out of the hug with Nat and pressed a finger at his thumping ear, as though the touch could somehow alleviate the pressure in his eardrum. The head cold he'd come down with yesterday had come with congestion. And the congestion had brought with it so much pressure that wouldn't have been so bad if he hadn't been on board the hellicarrier at the time. But he had been. And it was. There was too much discomfort, too much pain. Which meant there was just no way he could wear his hearing aids.
Which meant that he wasn't going to understand a damn word anyone said unless they spoke slowly enough for him to be able to read their lips. Clint practiced lip-reading with the television, replaying programs over and over again on his VCR and, nowadays, on his DVR. It was a skill useful for surveillance, so he could justify it to himself in a number of ways. He still wasn't very good, but it was easier than teaching everyone sign language. And, this way, fewer people had to know about his condition.
Some people knew, obviously. He'd had to tell Coulson, because his handler had to know absolutely everything about him. And Stark knew, because he'd built the latest hearing aids, a significant advancement over the last ones. And Natasha was too damn observant for her own good, so she'd figured it out on her own during an undercover op years ago. But they were all used to him wearing the hearing aids. No one had really been around him when he hadn't had them in.
And so Nat hadn't bothered letting Clint see her mouth when she greeted him, pulling him into a hug instead. She assumed he could hear her, of course.
“... feeling?” she asked, head cocked, brushing hair from her face so that he only caught the final word.
It was enough. “D'not so good. But it's just a cold. I'll live.”
“You've had worse,” Natasha agreed, her face lighting up with amusement. “.... Coulson... us.”
Clint's heart skipped a beat. What had she said? Had it been a question? A command? She'd definitely said Coulson's name, hadn't she?
She turned and started to walk away, and he thought of calling after her, but then she looked over her shoulder. “Coming?”
“Of course. But, D'nat, I cand't—” was all he managed before a sneeze crept up on him. “h'TChhhh!” He had a tissue tucked into his pocket, but just the one. Clint had hoped he wouldn’t need it during the mission briefing, but he definitely hadn’t counted on needing it before the briefing. And he didn’t have time to get another. So he wiped the back of his hand beneath his nose and sniffed. Immediately, he knew it was a mistake. A new sneeze flared up in his nose at once, irritating, burning, insistent. He cupped his hand to his nose and mouth. “huh-Tihshhh! Tchhhhh! H’Chshhhhh!”
It took a few moments to catch his breath. It took a few more to open his eyes. But when he did, he saw that he was standing alone in the hallway. Or almost alone; S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel walked past him in both directions with other places to be and very important things to do. But none of them stopped, none even noticed him. More importantly, Natasha was gone.
This was no good. If they were seeing Coulson about a mission, he needed to tell Nat that he wasn’t wearing his hearing aids. She’d need to pay attention for both of them and tell him anything he might miss. It wouldn’t be too hard to read lips during a briefing, with everyone sitting around the table. But it'd be nice to know he had her to fall back on if he missed anything crucial. Nose running, head throbbing, ears hurting, throat stinging, Clint headed for the meeting room.
Clint gave himself 50-50 odds that this itchy, fluttery tickle in his nose didn't turn into an embarrassment in the middle of the briefing. He tried to keep his eyes fixed on Coulson's mouth, tried to identify words based on movements and non-movements. Sometimes it was just as important to note what syllables weren't there as which ones were. He knew he wasn't catching it all, not by a longshot, but he wasn't completely in the dark either.
The mission involved infiltrating a suspicious base in Greenland. Greenland of all places. It was going to be freezing there this time of year. He hoped this cold would be gone by the time they got there in a couple days. Or, if not, he hoped he'd at least be able to keep himself from sneezing for more than ten minutes. “TIHSchh! Ttschhhhh!”
Glad he hadn't taken on a bet against himself, Clint pulled the single tissue out of his pocket and dabbed at his nose. He folded it into his hand for later and realized, suddenly, that he hadn't caught a damn word of what Coulson had been saying about the layout of the facility.
Ideally, he could corner Coulson later and ask him to fill in the gaps. But if Coulson knew he was feeling too sick to wear his hearing aids, he'd probably scrub him from the mission. Which meant Nat would probably be off too. Which meant S.H.I.E.L.D. really had no hope of taking this place down. So Clint focused on the man's lips again, taking in the gestures and facial expressions. Short, quick little words were the hardest, but he didn't beat himself up for missing an article or two here or there. In fact, he felt like congratulating himself for making out as much as he could.
“We have some satellite imagery of the compound,” Coulson said. And then, like that was a cue, the lights in the room dimmed. And everyone turned their heads to the opposite end of the table. Had someone said something? Someone was gesturing. Someone else was banging on the table, but he was grinning. What had Clint missed? He hadn’t caught a single word.
A screen popped out of the wall and turned on with a glow. Green, tan, and white blobs appeared on the screen, and a little red pointer circled things. Clint saw the other agents around the table nodding. When Clint looked back at Coulson. With the room darker like this, it was harder to see the man's mouth, but Clint made some of the words out. “Extremely important... be sure to stay... can't target... don't... that side.” Which side? Don’t what? Clint turned his head to the other side, catching just a glimpse of the imagery before it changed to a close-up of the facility itself, a dark brown trapezoid shape in the wilderness. It didn't look like there was any higher ground from which to approach it; he wondered what exactly he was going to be doing at this point in the mission.
So he turned his head back to Coulson, squinting to figure out “From the north... remember... Agent Barton...” Clint knew Coulson was still talking, but he'd already missed too much to make sense of it all. “Around the... whatever happens... Agent... machine guns.” Machine guns? Where had that come from? Machine guns? Theirs or S.H.I.E.L.D.'s? “...about it. Any questions?” Mercifully, the lights turned back up.
All heads focused on something to Clint's left. Clint turned his head again and looked around until he realized the agent next to him was speaking. The words were lost to him, this painful throbbing in his ears masking everything with the exception of a hard T or a prolonged S. Clint was almost completely deaf, and without being able to even catch a glimpse of the man's mouth from where he was seated, he had no chance now without his hearing aids.
Clint missed every word. But Coulson's response helped him piece things together just a little. “Excellent... we may have to resort to radio silence. Communication... evaluate on-site.”
Okay, so... so he'd been asking about communications. And... and oh shit, there was his nose again. Clint swiped the side of his hand at his nose, but that didn't touch the tickle. He bent a finger and scrubbed at his nostrils with his knuckle once. Twice. Five times. This was going to require intense concentration. Clint closed his eyes and rubbed his hand as hard as he could against his nose, pushing the end about as his fingers passed back and forth against his ticklish nostrils. Six. Seven. Eight. And finally the tickle backed down. Finally.
When he looked up again, his heart thudded with panic as S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Nick Fury strode into the room. He did not look amused. Not that he ever looked amused. He probably practiced his menacing, intimidating glare in the mirror every morning. He spoke clearly, enunciating so that he would not be misunderstood, and Clint was grateful for that for once. “What I need from you all is concentration. If you can rescue the hostages, then do it, but don't take any unnecessary risks out there. Acquiring intel is your first and foremost objective. If you get a chance...”
“h'Tihhsh! H'shihhh!” Clint tried to pry his eyes open in order to catch the last of what Fury was saying. But the tingle in his nose required them to stay closed. “ih-h'Tihshh! Tchhh! Hihchhhh!” Again, he tried. He pressed the tissue to his nose, nostrils flaring and leaking and tickling. But it wasn't over. “TIHTCHHhhh!”
Clint rubbed at his nose and opened his eyes at last. He couldn't hear a damn thing still, but he could tell there was silence in the room. Everyone was looking at him. Staring at him. Expecting something of him? Out of the corner of his eye, he saw some movement. He looked over at Coulson at the end of the table. The man's eyes were wide, imploring. Had he asked a question? Had Fury?
Clint just wanted to be back in the room he'd been assigned here where he could down some cold medicine then crawl under the covers with a soft handkerchief for his nose. “h'TIHShhh!”
All at once, people were scooting their chairs back from the meeting room table and filing out. In a panic, Clint looked around. People were moving with purpose. His heart was racing. He felt shaky and off balance from the congestion and pressure in his head. He gripped the table and rose to his feet, hoping his expression showed that he was completely on top of things rather than immensely confused.
He felt the table shake, and he looked up to see Coulson staring at him again. Speaking at a normal pace, Coulson said, “You’re scratched from the mission.”
Clint looked and felt even more confused.
“You aren’t wearing your hearing aids, are you?” Coulson waved a hand, gesturing vaguely in the direction of his ear.
“How did you d'know?”
Coulson’s chest puffed out then deflated; a sigh. “Go rest up, Agent Barton. You’re no good to us on this mission if you can’t hear.”
Okay, maybe I'll give writing the next part a try. I might have an idea now.
Re: FILL: Scratched Part 1 (Currently Unfinished)
Date: 2019-05-10 06:25 am (UTC)I was going to get started on my fill of this Thursday because it was my day off and I went to see Endgame again but then I wound up going out to lunch for early Mother's Day so that was the majority of my day there. I am still determined to try, though. I have most of the beginning in my head so that is a good start for me.