Minichan

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If a woman does it, some men somewhere will find it sexy. Thanks.

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every dog has her day?

“hHHh… hiIIESHOO!!!” Allie explodes. She scrubs at her nose and sniffles, reaching up with one hand to rub at her eyes. “Ugh,” she trails off, diverting her attention back to her cell phone screen as it flickers with a new message.

ESHA <3: good morning babe ;)

Rolling her eyes, she types back, might be morning but it’s not a good one!! my allergies are driving me crazy ~

Her breath hitches again, high-pitched and sudden. “HhEEESHOOO!” The sneeze snaps her forward, throwing her hair into her face. “HEIIISHIEWW!” They slam at her, one after the other, almost without any buildup. Her nose feels like it’s on fire.

Her phone buzzes.

ESHA <3: aww... pollen count high?

ALLIE: must be, i haven’t sneezed this much in months!

She barely finishes typing it before her breath hitches again. “hHHiih--” and then lets off again. It’s sharp and desperate and so itchy. The pressure builds at the bridge of her nose as she sniffles, again, feeling her nose drip. She lifts the edge of Esha’s scarf to her face, sniffling into it. Her morning runs are routine, but now she’s starting to wonder if they were a good idea when she’s so--

“HEEETSHIEIEEW!!” It’s almost screamed, muffled only by the fabric of the scarf. She sniffles again. Her nose is starting to run. “hhAHHh--” Another false start. Annoying. Her house is around the corner, though she’s not sure being inside will give her that much relief. Springtime is the worst, though she’s not even sure the season’s set on as quickly as her allergies have. Only last week it’d stopped raining and this week she’d woken up like this, groggy, sniffling up a storm, craning her head to sneeze again and again--muffled--into the pillow.

She jogs up the steps to her front door. A shower’s in order, she decides, rubbing the bridge of her nose on the back of her hand. It’s a bad decision. Again she sneezes, jarring and torturous, into the scarf. “hHHh’ESSHUUuu! hhAh!! hHAHhahHH’TSHIEEEW!!”

She shuts the door behind her. The cat’s waiting for her at the door, but she hurries past him, up the steps, into the upstairs bathroom.

She unwinds the scarf and tosses it on the bed, starts unbuttoning her coat. Her phone buzzes again.

ESHA <3: just woke up... i’ll drop by later today before i drive over for my conference, but i can’t stay 4 long.

ESHA <3: see ya ;)

Her breath hitches again. She hums in frustration; sniffles as if it will do anything to help. She’s starting to feel stuffed up. It shouldn’t be fair, she muses, for spring to already be here when it’s still so cold outside.

Her breath hitches again, too quickly for her to reign in control again, and she doubles over, almost stumbling in the process. “hEHEEHSHIIEWW!” The spray from the sneeze scatters all over the bed and onto the scarf. “HhhHHEEETTSHOOO! Ugh...”

Spring’s her least favorite season.

---

Esha stops by not long after she gets out of the shower. She looks gorgeous as always, dressed this time in a short red dress, presumably for the conference. “Hey, Allie.”

“So you decided to show up after all.”

“Hey, I keep my word.”

“Sure you do,” Allie says, and kisses her. Esha’s hands shift around her, fingers trailing over the bare planes of her shoulders, settling on the bare of her back.

Esha’s a good kisser. Allie wonders, sometimes, where she’s learned. She’s so absorbed in the kiss that she doesn’t notice until the itch hits, practically slamming into her. “B-Babe,” she whispers, breathless and desperate, but Esha pulls her closer, mistaking urgency for intimacy. “Stop,” she whispers. “I need to… hhHiiH!...”

“HiiHHHSHIIEWW!!” She barely has the chance to turn her head. The sneeze hits Esha in the face, full-force. “Sorry,” Allie mutters afterwards, and sniffles. Esha’s no stranger to her allergies, but Allie’s still embarrassed about them, even now. “Flowers suck.”

“Bless you,” Esha says.

“Thanks. I don’t know why--HIiiESHhuu!--my allergies are so bad today, ugh. Are you wearing perfume?”

“Just a little, for the conference. I forgot it makes you sneeze sometimes.” Esha checks her watch, looking skittish. “Highway traffic is gonna be bad, I gotta be out of here soon.”

“Good luck,” Allie says, as Esha grabs a scarf off the bed--crimson, to match her dress--and heads down the stairs.

“Thanks, babe,” Esha says, and puts on her high heels. She turns around and smiles, brisk and charming. “I’ll see you on Tuesday.”

---

“When are you coming?” Madelyn says into the phone. It’s tucked in between her cheek and her shoulder as she paints--it’s a piece she’s just started, and she’s gotten good at not letting things break her workflow.

“I’m on my way, geez,” says the voice on the other end. “Just grabbing breakfast, I’ll be there in a couple hours.”

“Okay. I can’t remember the last time we’ve spent the night together, is all.”

“It can’t have been that long. What, two weeks?”

“Two weeks is a long time.”

“I know.” A beat. When she speaks again, her voice is honeyed and low, quiet enough that it barely catches on the receiver. “I’ll make up for it tonight, I promise,” Madelyn shivers, on instinct. She’s been looking forward to tonight for a long time.

---

Allie’s supposed to meet some friends for coffee. She gets there early, still sniffling, bundled in her coat. Her nose is driving her crazy.

“hhIIIhhSHIEEW!” she catches a sneeze into her sleeve and straightens, slightly, turning to mutter an apology at a nearby customer. “hhHAH--”

“Allie!”

She turns on her heels. Cherry’s the one who called for her, but John’s with her, too. “Oh my god, you look great!” Cherry’s gushing. “Did you find us a table?”

“Yeah! It’s great to see you guys again.”

“You too.” John opens his arms to offer a hug. Allie takes it, shivering a bit as he wraps his arms around her. “How’s work been?”

“It’s been good. I’m-- hahHH!” She waits for a moment for the sneeze that’s supposed to follow, but none does. She sniffles, frustrated. “oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, my allergies have been awful today, but yeah, work’s been great, my boss is super chill.”

“I’m not surprised, you were always such a genius,” Cherry says, “I don’t think any boss could have the capacity to get mad at you--the teachers back at uni sure never did.”

“I’m not sure what you’re… hhhHAh… talking about,” Allie says with a sniffle. “Please, sit. Hey, how’s L.A.? You --haHH’NXT! HhihHH’NGTT! Ugh... --you likin’ that city life?”

“Yeah, it’s not for everyone, but it’s like it’s tailored for me.” Cherry says. “I mean, I lived in New York before I went to college, so it’s not like it’s a huge surprise. But yeah, people have been calling me up for gigs and stuff. John too.”

“I’ve got a super busy schedule. But hey, California weather,” John says, “and good crowds? I can’t complain.”

“That’s great.” Allie says, swiping at her eyes. “Sounds like the people out there have a good taste in music.”

The door behinds them swings open, sending a gust of wind inside. Cherry turns around, waving dramatically with her whole arm. “Rachel! You found us!”

“Cherry!,” Rachel says, sporting a bag around her shoulders. She tips her sunglasses over her head. “Long time no see, huh? Hey John! Hi Allie!”

But Allie isn’t listening. All the stifling and the now-open door are making her allergies unbearable. Her nose feels like it’s on fire, like taking a single breath would be enough to set it off. “hAAHH!” she turns away from all of them, her breath hitching with increasing urgency. She can’t breathe, can’t think. “hHAHhH… FucksorryIhaAHH--TTSSHIIEEWW!!” The sneeze does nothing to alleviate the itch that pervades her nose. Someone presses café napkins in her hand, but she doesn’t dare look up. “HATTCHEEEEW! Hhh.. HAHH’TCHUUUU! HiiH’NXT!! HiH’NGxt!! Hh…HIIHH...HIIIHH!! snf… hiIIH… HHIIIH’NGTSCHEEEWW!!”

“Bless you,” John says emphatically.

“Bless you times like, five,” Cherry says. “You sure you’re not also coming down with something?”

“No, it’s spring. This is on par with what I go through every year.” She blows her nose into the handful of napkins, embarrassed to be the center of conversation.

“You’re wearing more than all of us, and the pollen count isn’t that high,” Rachel presses. “Didn’t colds always use to make your nose more sensitive?”

“Shit,” Allie mutters, “that makes sense, actually.” It sure explains the headache, which is unusual for allergies, and the scratchiness that’s started to settle in her throat. “Shit, what if I’m contagious?” she repeats. She’d sneezed into the same scarf all morning and Esha had taken it with her. Now she’s probably dooming herself to the same fate, breathing in all that contaminated air on her way to the conference...

“We don’t mind, seriously,” John tells her, “What kind of tea do you like? It’s on me.”

“Something fruity,” she says, lowering the handful of napkins from her face at last. She clears her throat. “Rachel, I’m surprised you didn’t get stuck in traffic.” Out of the four of them, Rachel’s the one who lives closest to Allie—she’s in the same state, an hour away on good days.

“Oh, believe me, I did. I just left early, my roommate kicked me out.” She laughs, “Madelyn said she had someone coming over so she had to clean, but I know it’s this girl she’s been seeing—Esha, or something? Perks of sharing an apartment, I guess. Anyways, she implied that I’m not allowed back there until Tuesday.”

Allie stares at her, feeling something drop in her stomach. Esha. Tuesday. “What did you say Madelyn was dating again?”

“Esha. She’s--”

“Dark haired, skinny, wears red lipstick when you see her? Long legs?” Allie asks.

“Um, yeah, sounds about right. It’s--I didn’t realize you knew her. Small world, isn’t it?”

“Can you give me Madelyn’s phone number?” Allie says. Of course, she’s thinking. Of course she would do this. She’s too good for me, she's always been too good for me. Of course. The shock settling in her stomach’s already starting to give way to something hardened and cold, something like anger.

---

Madelyn’s finished laying out the base colors when the phone rings. Unknown number. She picks up. “Hello?”

“Hey,” the girl on the other end says, then sniffles. “My name’s Allie, by the way, Sorry to bother.” She sounds a little congested, even through the phone. “Uh, you know Esha?”

Madelyn bites her lip, trying to steer her mind from that solitary sniffle. “Yeah.”

“You’re in a relationship with her?”

“What’s this about?”

“She’s--she’s seeing me. And--hhH!, who knows who else? She told me it was a closed relationship. I mean, we agreed on that when we met.” There’s a brief pause at the other end. The static crackles. “I never knew she was cheating on me--until today, that is.”

“Woah, are we talking about the same person?”

“Esha Marie? Yeah, I wish we weren’t.” There’s a pause. Allie sniffles again. “Did you--hiiH’NGxxt!!--know about this?”

“I didn’t.”

“She told me she was driving to a conference, and that she’d get back on Tuesday. She’s--- hiIIH! Ugh, sorry, she’s—HHTSCHIEEEWW!” The outburst is a little muffled, like Allie’s held the phone further away from her face, but Madelyn can hear it in its glory--long, drawn-out, high-pitched and desperate. It’s really, really an inopportune time to be focusing on the wrong thing. “Snff. She’s probably on her way. I’m friends with your roommate, Rachel. I found out by accident, she gave me your number. I--hHIHH’TCHh! Excuse me. If you're in an open relationship, it's fine. I just--”

“I’m not. We’re not in an open relationship at all.”

“I see.” There’s a sound of muffled coughing on the other end. “I’m--HATTTTCHIEEWW!!” It’s so forceful and it must be messy. Madelyn has to bite her lip to keep herself from making a sound. “I’m going to cut ties with her. I don't know, but I thought it would only be fair if you knew.”

“And how do I know I can believe you?”

“Well,” Allie sniffles, and for the first time her tone sounds lighter. Teasing. “My cold started out with sniffling. Sneezing second, then a headache, then a scratchy throat that turned sore. Coughing last, maybe five hours in. I’m telling you this because she’s going to come down with it very soon.”

SNEEZE BONER

how'd you accidentally find it

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Please read OP for an explanation as to how Sheila stumbled upon that site.