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some very sick and sneezy d/ennis r/eynolds under the cut ft. very caring m/ac :] 3.4k words, cw for non-graphic mess towards the end

for @snzfanatic !! my first fic on here pls be nice loll

It starts on Tuesday evening, when Dennis arrives back at his and Mac’s apartment after a quick detour to Dee’s place — he’d been stupid enough last week to lend her their copy of Temple of Doom, having forgotten about the whole ordeal until they’d settled on it for their movie night. Naturally, Dennis had done the noble thing and gone out to pick it up, sans Mac, on account of the weather outside being “too goddamn awful” to warrant him tagging along.

Speaking of…

“Jesus Christ, dude,” Mac says incredulously as Dennis hangs up his coat, the violent shudder that runs down his spine not going unnoticed. He’s dripping rainwater all over the floor, once-perfect curls now matted against his forehead. “What the fuck happened to you?”

“C-car broke down,” he mutters irritably, swiping a slender finger discreetly underneath his nose. “H-had to… t-to walk back half the way.”

Mac scoffs. “And you didn’t think to call me? You— you took so long; I was worried!”

“Well,” Dennis starts, sniffling softly against a curled finger. “I’m f-fine, aren’t I?”

Mac, ever overbearing, furrows his brow, unconvinced. “Are you?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Come on, man,” he sighs, shifting over on the couch to make room for Dennis, who sits down promptly, setting the DVD down on the coffee table and shivering a little too violently for Mac to pretend nothing’s amiss. “You must be freezing. And you’re all…” He gestures vaguely to his nose. “…drippy, here.”

Dennis’s cheeks flush the same shade of pink as the rims of his nostrils, one hand jerking upward to wipe abashedly at his face. “It’s rainwater.”

Mac sighs. If he knows Dennis — and he does, better than anyone else (except maybe Dee, the bitch) — there’s no way he’s going to admit to his “perfect” immune system having been compromised in even the slightest possible way.

“Whatever, man,” he mutters, slowly rising to insert the disc into the DVD player. “Just don’t get all pissy with me when—”

“hk’SHHhuh!”

There it is.

Mac cringes at the thick sniffle that follows. “Bless you.”

“Mm… thank— thahh… h-huh’TSCHhh!” Dennis groans weakly, hands steepled over his nose, eyes tearing slightly.

“Bless you. Don’t use your hands, man, that’s disgusting.” Mac ignores the downright murderous glare Dennis gives him in response as he reclaims his seat on the couch, unable to help the way he reaches over to give his shoulder a little squeeze. “You alright? Need a tissue?”

“No,” Dennis murmurs stuffily in response, rubbing at his clearly irritated nose with the heel of his palm. “No to— to needing a tissue, not… ‘m fine, man. Just put the goddamn movie on.”

“At least go change into something warmer,” Mac suggests, borderline exasperated. “You’re soaked. There’s no way that’s comfortable.”

Dennis sniffles; wipes his nose on his sleeve — a very un-Dennis-like move, and something that’s immediately telling of the cold he’s no doubt coming down with. “Fine.”

He stands shakily, nose twitching and lashes fluttering in a vain attempt to hold back another sneeze as he stalks past Mac and over to his bedroom. His breath hitches once, twice, before inevitably—

“eh’SCHhhh!… guh… hh’ehh… hh’ESCHhuh!”

The sneezes are harsh and leave him doubled over, face buried into the elbow of one arm while the other reaches out, clutching the doorframe to steady himself. They leave his nose dripping, irritated tears trickling freely down his cheeks. He whimpers softly, a shiver coursing through his body just as Mac sets a hand on his back.

“Jesus, Den,” he sighs, his thumb rubbing little circles against Dennis’s shoulder blade. “Are you sure you’re gonna be okay to watch the movie tonight? You’re clearly not feeling—”

“I’m fine,” he interrupts curtly, words muffled by the sleeve clamped over his nose and mouth. “Just got… got ahh… huh’RSHHhue!… ugh. Just got a tickle.”

Mac clicks his tongue, arms folded. “Clearly. Bless you.”

Dennis glares at him through watery eyes, sniffling sharply as he steps into his bedroom. “Look, I’m gonna get changed, and I’ll be fine. Don’t bother me in there.”

Mac nods; turns away as Dennis closes the door behind him. Pretends he doesn’t hear the next sneeze just barely muffled behind the wall between them. He knows how this game goes — Dennis is obviously sick, he pretends he’s not, but really he’s only pretending to himself, because anyone with a brain could work it out. He doesn’t even try to conceal it; doesn’t try to stifle the sneezes and coughs that catch him off guard. He just repeats to himself, like a daily prayer to a god he doesn’t believe in, that he’s fine, that there’s no need for Mac to worry, that he’s not sick, and even if he was, he’s a grown man and he can take care of himself.

Either way, Mac’s not going to let Dennis’s inexorable stubbornness prevent him from at least trying to look after him, denial be damned. As he waits for him to return, he sets up a couple blankets on the couch; rummages around for a tissue box to set out on the coffee table beside the bowl of popcorn he’d prepared earlier. It’s not much, sure, but he knows anything bigger is only going to piss Dennis off. He just has to take it one step at a time, until he finally cracks.

Evidently, though, it’s not going to take very long.

Dennis ambles back into the living room, clad in an old college sweatshirt and pyjama pants, and it’s clear as day to Mac that he’s not doing good. He’s shivering, even under the newfound warmth, and the amount of times he’s wiped his nose has now resulted in the skin around it to appear noticeably red and irritated. He coughs weakly into his shoulder, just barely bothering to cover properly, and Mac knows it’s only a matter of time until he admits to feeling shitty.

Now, though? He just… waits.

“Comfy?” Mac asks as Dennis makes his way over to the couch.

He hums distantly, running a hand through his roughly-dried hair, and Mac can only interpret the sound as a murmur of assent. His brow furrows as his gaze lands on the pile of blankets atop the couch cushions.

“Wh… what’s all this?”

Mac shrugs. “Thought you might be cold.”

“Mm.” He sniffles, tugging one around his shoulders as he settles down beside his roommate. “Just a little bit.”

His nose twitches, eyes remaining open just long enough before they flutter shut completely to see the tissue that Mac offers in preparation, and he cups it over his nose as his breath hitches thrice in quick, desperate succession.

“hh-hehh… huh-! ihh’TSCHHhh!… mm…”

Mac winces at the sheer exhaustion audible in Dennis’s voice, even more so as he discards the tissue to his side in favour of muffling a series of chesty coughs into the crook of his elbow. Fuck, he sounds awful, and there’s no way he’ll be able to keep up the act much longer (not that it had ever been the slightest bit convincing in the first place).

“God bless,” he offers dutifully, rubbing Dennis’s back as he blows his nose quietly. “You sure you wanna watch this movie, man? You’re obviously feeling miserable. Why don’t you just get an early night?”

“But it’s Tuesday. Tuesday night’s movie night, right?” Dennis’s brow furrows as he tentatively lowers the tissue from his face, revealing just how red-raw his nose has become, standing out almost comically against his otherwise pale skin.

Mac frowns, inexplicably reaching up to stroke the wispy curls along the nape of his neck. The way Dennis’s eyes flutter shut; how he doesn’t pull away — the fact he’s allowing himself to be touched so affectionately is immediately telling of just how bad he feels.

“Hey, no… it’s alright. We can just watch it tomorrow.”

“No, no, I… ‘m fine, man, I promise.” His protests are growing weaker and weaker by the second, each one further marred by the thick congestion building in his sinuses, consonants slowly becoming duller and more rounded out.

“You’re sure?”

Dennis nods, movements heavy with sleep. “I’m sure.”

The next hour drags on without the commentary they’d usually have on a night like this. Mac keeps his opinions on Harrison Ford’s physique to himself, only really opening his mouth to bless Dennis for every sneeze, which have been growing not only in frequency, but in intensity, too, along the course of the film, crumpled tissues having piled up around him.

They’re about halfway through when Mac glances over to check on him, as he’s been doing every so often, his efforts lessening in subtlety each time upon realisation that Dennis is really too out of it to notice. Now, though, he’s gone completely — lips parted slightly so he can breathe through his stuffy nose, trembling a little with each quiet snore that passes. Mac chuckles fondly. No doubt he’s exhausted.

“Den?” he whispers, the backs of his fingers brushing over his cheek. “Dennis. Hey.”

He stirs, mumbling incoherently to himself before his eyes open slowly, a sliver of blue peeking out from beneath heavy lids. His bleary gaze meets Mac’s, nostrils flaring in that telltale way as he tugs the blanket tighter around himself in a fruitless attempt to mitigate the chill slithering through his bones.

“Hey,” he murmurs drowsily, sniffling in an effort to quell the tickle. “Did I… h-how long was I… h-huh’KSHhh!… out for?”

Mac whispers a soft blessing, offering him a clean tissue. “Doesn’t matter. Let’s just go to bed, alright? We can watch this when you’re feeling better.”

Dennis groans, so weak it’s damn near pitiful. “I’m fine, I told you…”

“Come on, Den. We both know that’s not true.”

He shudders, eyes slipping shut as he wipes gingerly underneath his nose. “Just… tired.”

Mac shrugs. “Alright, then you should still go to bed. C’mon, seriously, let’s go. Don’t make me carry you, dude.”

This earns a groan from Dennis, who shifts uncomfortably on the couch as Mac extends his hand toward him. He can’t quite contain the triumphant smirk that tugs at the corner of his lips as Dennis obliges, taking his hand albeit reluctantly and with all the grace of a newborn kitten as he drags himself up off the sofa.

“Not sick,” Dennis murmurs, snuffling wetly against his sweater paws as Mac helps him into bed, gentle and tender as ever. “I don’t… don’t get sick.”

“I know,” Mac mutters, clicking his tongue affectionately as he drapes a throw blanket over his shivering form. “You’ll be fine tomorrow, I’m sure. Now get some sleep.”

“Mhm… whatever, asshole.”

Mac wakes at 4AM to a sound that confirms what he was already well aware of — Dennis is utterly, undeniably, miserably unwell. He can hear him coughing from across the apartment, each one rattling in his chest. With a soft groan, he drags himself out of bed, filling up a glass of water and grabbing a pack of Advil and the half-empty tissue box on the coffee table on his way.

He knocks gently on Dennis’s door, knowing that even while with a nasty cold, he’d still kick his ass for coming in unannounced.

“Den? You okay, bud?”

There’s only another fit of coughing in response, followed by a hitching breath that he desperately tries to talk his way through.

“I… h-heh… I’m f-fihh… h-hehh’TSCHhhue! ihh’ESCHhhh!”

Mac winces. “I’ll take that as a no. I’m comin’ in, alright?”

The door creaks open, and upon entrance Mac is greeted with the sight of Dennis curled in on himself, face buried into his sleeves, quivering under layers of blankets. Definitely sick. He’s shaking, breathing heavily — Mac doesn’t hold a single doubt that his chest must be killing him.

“Oh, Den,” he cooes, perching on the edge of the bed and reaching over to card his fingers through his curls. “What’s wrong?”

Stupid question, his inner monologue tells him the second the question leaves his lips, though knowing Dennis, any number of things could be causing this distress — he might not be willing to admit his illness yet, but maybe he’s had a bad dream or something, or—

Dennis coughs again, whimpering in pain as fresh tears spring to his eyes from the sheer force of it. Nope, definitely the illness.

“Think… think I m-might be coming down with something,” he croaks, words so pathetically weak it’d make Mac laugh if he didn’t look so goddamn terrible.

“Yeah, no shit,” he chuckles, hand drifting over to feel his forehead, moving down to his cheek; his neck. “You got a fever, man.”

A thick sniffle, then a barely-audible groan of discomfort. “I’m… s-so stuffed up.”

“I know, buddy.” Mac frowns sympathetically, rubbing his shoulder with a tenderness that could soften even the roughest of edges. “Here, take this.” He pops two Advil out from the packaging, pressing them carefully into Dennis’s palm along with the glass of water. Dennis nods gratefully, eyes watery, and swallows the pills with a tentative sip. The cold water feels heavenly against his raw throat.

Mac smiles. “Good. Alright, um… shit, what helps a stuffy nose? Vicks, right? That’s— that’s good. You know if we have any?”

Dennis nods, movements slow and languid. “Yeah… in that drawer there. Second one down.” He gestures vaguely to his bedside table with a hand that quickly becomes preoccupied with jumping up to rub harshly at his itchy nose. It’s clearly not enough, though, because the tickle still prevails, quiet moans interlaced between hitching breaths as he fumbles for a tissue.

“Mm… h-ihh… hih’TSCHhhue! hk’GSHHhh!… ugh… heh-hh’EISHHhiew!” The sneezes sound just as exhausted as the rest of him, though they’re harsh enough to leave him breathless for a moment. Mac opens his mouth to bless him, when Dennis holds up a quivering finger to signify that he’s not quite done yet. “huhh’RSHHhhu! ihh’KSCHHhuh!… oh, f-fuck…”

The tissue in his hands is fairly saturated, and he eyes it with disdain as he lets it drop to his side. Mac’s expression is one half of sympathy, half of amazement. “Jesus Christ, dude. Bless you.”

Dennis sniffles, collapsing against the pillow. The fit clearly knocked the wind right out of him, and Mac can’t say he doesn’t feel awful for the guy. He looks miserable.

Mac sighs, shifting over on the bed so that their thighs brush against one another. On any other day, Dennis would pull away; shoot him a disheartening glare, but right now, he’s way too out of it to give a shit. The contact’s a little soothing, even. Though he’d never admit it out loud.

“Here,” Mac murmurs, holding out the tub of Vicks. “You want me to do it?”

“Mhm… please.”

“Alright. Just, uh, take your shirt off, and…” He trails off, rolling his eyes when he looks up to see Dennis’s resulting skeptical expression. “Not like that, man. I gotta put it on your chest. Might be good to get that fever down, too.”

After some gentle persuading, Dennis eventually obliges, lifting his sweatshirt over his head albeit reluctantly and with a shudder that seems to wrack his entire body. “Mm… ‘s cold.”

“I know, Den, I’m sorry.” Mac gives his shoulder a little squeeze before twisting the cap off the tub, scooping a generous amount of the balm onto his middle and index finger. “C’mere. Just want you to feel better, alright?”

Dennis nods, allowing Mac to massage his fevered skin, his touch like magic as his fingers drag across his collarbone. He lets out a delicate whine of pleasure as he feels the congestion start to loosen up, his sniffles becoming wetter every time.

“God, that… that smells s-so strong,” he breathes, words hoarse and just above a whisper. “It’s… o-ohh, God… ehh… hk’SCHHhiew!”

He sneezes openly down toward his knees, giving Mac just enough time to move his hand away to avoid the fallout. It’s… well, the menthol’s clearly doing its job, given just how productive that last sneeze was. Dennis groans, already-flushed cheeks growing an even deeper shade of crimson.

Mac chuckles softly. “Might wanna keep some tissues handy.” He sets the box down in Dennis’s lap, plucking one out and holding it up to his nose. “Blow.”

Dennis rolls his eyes, taking the tissue from him between his index and thumb. “Don’t need to baby me.” He blows his nose anyways, messily, too focused on getting all the gunk out of his nose to care about upholding his usual composition.

“Better?”

He nods, if only slightly. “Little bit.”

The relief, however, is short-lived, when his briefly blissfully unblocked nostrils soon succumb to another unbearable tickle, eyes tearing as Mac continues to massage his chest.

“O-oh, fuck, ‘m gonna… guhh… ghh’TXCHhh! hh’DSHHhhue!” Harrowed, he reaches for the discarded sweatshirt beside him, mind set on relief more than logical thinking as he raises it to his face to muffle the sneezes and catch the mess. “M-mac, you… hh’ESCHhhuh!… y-you gotta stop, man, it’s… ihh… hihh’EISHHhh!… m-making me sneeze…”

“Yeah, no, I— I can see that, dude; bless you,” Mac stammers, hurriedly screwing the lid back on the tub and opting to rub Dennis’s back tenderly as his shoulders shake with sneeze after sneeze. “You’re alright, Den, I gotcha… there you go, just get ‘em all out…”

The fit doesn’t seem to show any signs of stopping for another solid minute — messy, desperate sneezes after torturous buildups that tease him endlessly, irritated tears leaving tracks along the curves of his cheeks. Mac can only hope that this shirt wasn’t a particular favourite of his. He slings an arm over Dennis’s shoulders, holding him close until the sneezes finally die down.

“Hey. You okay?” His gaze meets Dennis’s, greenish-brown puppy dog eyes locking with hazy blue. “Those were… big.”

Dennis sniffles, face still buried into the now-soaked sweatshirt. “Y-yeah, no, I’m… hh’ISHHhue!… god, last one… I’m fine.” When he speaks, his words are muffled, but even then Mac can tell that the fit at least assisted in clearing him out a little.

“Good.”

He smiles; strokes Dennis’s hair delicately as he lowers the makeshift handkerchief from his face, revealing the pallor in his skin and a nose so red it’s borderline clownish.

“Aw, buddy,” he murmurs, clicking his tongue with an almost motherly affection. “You really look awful. I-I mean, you— you still look handsome; you always do, you just—”

“Save it,” Dennis interjects, chuckling weakly. “I look like shit, I know.”

The tension in Mac’s shoulders dissolves into gentle laughter just as quickly as it first appeared, and his hand runs up and down the length of Dennis’s trembling arm.

“You should, um… Do you want me to grab you another shirt?”

Dennis looks down at the one crumpled in his hands, brow crinkling in disgust. “Oh, gross. Um, yeah, please.”

Mac nods, pulling his hoodie off over his head. “Here. Got a t-shirt on underneath; I’ll be fine.”

Usually, Dennis would be averse to borrowing Mac’s clothes, but right now he’s too beat to care one bit. He gives a soft murmur of gratitude, tugging it on with the slightest of difficulties. The warmth is soothing, no less the fact he’s got something to wear that’s not entirely drenched for the second time in the last 24 hours.

He yawns, settling against Mac contentedly. “Stay with me?”

Mac nods; pretends the words don’t make his heart flutter and cheeks flush as red as Dennis’s. “Oh— y-yeah, no, totally. Of course.”

“Thanks.” Dennis sniffles, eyes closing as he tugs the blankets up and over his shoulders. “Just… just make sure I don’t, like, choke on my own mucus or anything.”

Mac’s own nose crinkles at that, lips curling up into a grin. “Oh, dude, gross.”

“Mm…’m sick, leave me alone.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” It’s funny, Mac thinks — whenever Dennis is sick like this, he denies, denies, denies like his life depends on it, until he finally admits that his body isn’t as godlike as he likes to think. And when he eventually does, he milks the fact he’s unwell until it’s goddamn bone dry, using it as an excuse for absolutely everything, and it’s fucking infuriating.

And Mac loves that about him.

Dennis’s breathing evens out, worry lines in his brow unfurling at last. Mac smiles; presses a kiss to the top of his head.

“Yeah… get some sleep, Den.”

#my writing #i/asip #d/ennis r/eynolds #m/acdennis #snz #cw mess #snzfic #sickfic #snzblr

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kumoriyami-xiuzhen · 22 days

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Hakuoki Drama CD - Shimabara Disturbance Track 3 English translation

To no one in particular... Suzuki Shogo > Sasaki Yoshihide. Also I keep spelling the latter's name wrong.... ehehe. (¬‿¬)

Anyway, here's track 3! enjoy!

Hakuoki Drama CD - Shimabara Disturbance Track 3: Feminine Things/Womanly matters [raw is 「女らしいこと」 Iuno what to put this as]

Translation by KumoriYami

Sen: Then, I'll go get Chizuru-chan prepared. Everyone, please wait here. Let's go, Chizuru-chan.

(door opens and they go) Hijikata: But when Saito said that he had something to say to me, I thought it would be for something. I didn't expect it that he wanted to put Chizuru in a kimono.

Okita: If you're feeling dissatisfied, why don't you go back? Chizuru-chan won't be happy with someone saying something like that.

Hijikata: Hey, who said that I was feeling dissatisfied or annoyed?

Okita: Areh? Do you want to see it that badly? As expected, Hijikata-san is inwardly quite passionate. Chizuru-chan should really be staying away from you~

Hijikata: You bastard, aren't you going to nitpick me for whatever I say?!

Nagakura Forget it, Hijikata-san, just calm down. Chizuru-chan was really beautiful then, so of course you/I'd [no subject] want to see her like that again.

Toudou:....

Saito: What's wrong, Heisuke? You have a strange expression on your face again.

Toudou: Eh? An, no.

Nagakura What is it, Heisuke? You don't want to see Chizuru-chan like that again?

Toudou: How would that be possible?! I was... only, I don't her to be shown in public like that.

Nagakura: Huh? What do you mean?

Toudou: It's nothing!

Harada: This is something that everyone's looking forward to! Right, Saito?

Saito: Why are you asking me?

Harada: If you weren't interested, you wouldn't have made such a proposal, right?

Nagakura: That's right! I was really surprised when Saito made the suggestion.

Saito: This wasn't because of my own desires. However, I simply thought that she'd be happy if she could wear women's clothes.

Okita: Eh~ I'm a bit surprised Hajime-kun would say that. You should want her to be happy.

Harada: Her life's been quite miserable, and even Saito wants to cheer her up.

Saito: Th-That's.. I just really don't want her to be/feel sad…

Okita: For you not wanting her to feel sad, that almost sounds like a confession of love.

Saito: Uh! It's nothing like that! Don't joke about that.

Heisuke: Geh! [just an audible sound the way it sounds]

Saito: Heisuke, what's wrong?

Toudou: Co-Could it be that Hajime-kun is interested in Chizuru…?

Saito: Ah! No! Souji! Souji, this is all your fault for spouting such nonsense!

Okita: All I did was say was what I was thinking. It was just Hajime-kun who had such a panicked reaction, right?

Saito: Such a thing...!

(door opens)

Sen: We've kept you waiting! She's finished changing now! Come on, Chizuru-chan! Don't be shy! Hurry, hurry!

(footsteps)

Toudou: Guh~! Chi...Chizuru...!!

Nagakura: Wow! you really are beautiful! No matter how many times I see you, I'll never get used to it/tired of it.

Harada: It's a different kimono than last time, but it suits you very much, Chizuru.

Okita: Don't be shy, and raise raise your head. What a truly rare and beautiful transformation.

Hijikata: This is already the second time, why are you still nervous? The clothes suit you very well, so it's fine to be more magnanimous and generous/honest and forthcoming.

Okita: Hehe, you haven't turned your head around, why don't you say a compliment?

Saito: I'm trying to calm my emotions, please don't talk to me.

Nagakura: What's wrong, Heisuke? Your mouth is opening and closing like a goldfish's.

Toudou: Ca-Calm down, me... I've obviously seen her before like this, so why I am so nervous? Speaking of which, isn't Chizuru more beautiful than last time?

Okita: Haha, Heisuke's face has become quite red~

Harada: Why is Saito, who isn't even looking at Chizuru, blushing?

Saito: Didn't I say not to talk to me?

Sen: Even though you all probably have much to say, please come over here. The room's been prepared.

................

Nagakura: Ah~! Fancy food, delicious sake and beautiful women~! What's not to like? This must be what the heavens are like!

(footsteps)

Nagakura: Ah, you want to pour some sake for me? Sorry, Chizuru-chan!

Toudou: Ah! There's no need for you to do that, Chizuru! You don't need to pour sake for Shinpachh-san!

Nagakura: What are you doing, Heisuke? Are you going to stop me from drinking?

Toudou: I don't mean that! You can always pour the sake yourself!

Nagakura: You… there's obviously such a lovely person here, wouldn't it be a waste to not let her pour me sake?

Toudou: It'd be a waste to pour sake for Shinpach-san!

Nagakura: Ha? What do you mean by that?

Harada: Well, calm down you two. You're troubling Chizuru. Today's banquet is for Chizuru, so we should enteertain her properly. Right, Saito?

Saito: Why are you asking me that!

Harada: Didn't you organize this? You said that you wanted Chizuru wearing a beautiful kimono.

Saito: Sa-Sano! Don't say anything unnecessary!

Harada; What part of this is unnecessary?

Saito: Yukimura, don't worry. It's nothing. Don't ask anything about this. Ah, the Vice-Commander is looking over here. He might have something to say to you, so you should go over there. [Saito speaks very quickly here 😂]

(footsteps)

Okita: There was no need to send her away. Because Chizuru-chan's so beautiful, you've become shy and unable to say anything? Just it that way.

Saito:....Stop talking nonsense/stupid things.

Harada: Well, she is very beautiful so being shy is understandable.

Toudou: Eh? Sano-san is feeling shy?

Harada: As a man, even I'd feel shy when being stared at by such a beautiful woman.

Okita: When Sano-san says such a thing, why does it feel like a lie…

Harada: Why? I'm definitely not lying.

Okita: Because you don't seem shy in the slightest. Have you always been deceiving girls/women like this?

Nagakura: What?! Could this be Sano's trick to deceiving girls?

Harada: Don't twist what I said! Although it's not really obvious on my face, I'm a human, so I also get shy.

Okita: Hm? Alright then.

Harada: In any case, you're the dishonest one, Souji. If you think she's beautiful, why don't you give her a compliment?

Okita: I praised her for having her "beautiful transformation".

Harada: Exactly how is that a compliment?

.......

Toudou: Ha....

Okita: What's wrong, Heisuke? Are you jealous that Hijikata-san is monopolizing Chizuru-chan? If you want, I can help you by killing him?

Toudou: While it's true that I'm upset with him monopolizing her, I was just thinking that she really looks like a girl like this.

Nagakura: What are you saying, Heisuke? Regardless of how she looks, Chizuru-chan is a girl.

Toudou: That's not what I mean! While she is very feminine, she usually has to dress as a man. Whenever I think about that, I always feel…

Harada: That's right. We're the only ones here today, so there's nothing to worry about. I also want her to have the opportunity to act as a girl would.

Nagakura: A girl/woman... ? What do they usually do?

Harada: What? What's with that look that appears as if you're staring at some strange creature?

Nagakura: Even if you say that, I don't know what they usually do. Isn't it really just cooking, washing/laundry, and sewing?

Toudou: In that case, isn't that what Chizuru usually does?

Okita: Just doing some chores.

Toudou: Ha... Seriously, she really is usually just doing chores/odd jobs.

Okita: What about playing ball/with a ball? Girls in the neighbourhood often play with it/them.[I think this is "ball" here in Japanese. the CN I have is more literally "hit the ball" and the audio sounds like 'mari toka']

Harada: That can't be done indoors, right?

Okita: Then what about ayatori or origami?

Toudou: It's true that many girls play that, but that can be done at headquarters.

Harada: Anyway Souji, you've been doing nothing but list children's games.

Okita: Hehe, that's because I've seen the neighbourhood children play them. Does Sano-san have any good ideas?

Harada: Nn, it's true that identifying what a woman does is difficult. Should we ask that geisha named Kimigiku teach her something/how to dance?

Okita: But even if she came to the dojo to teach, I don't know if that child likes dancing.

Nagakura: That's right, rather than what a girl/woman might do, isn't it better to let Chizuru-chan do what she wants?

Okita: Then why don't I do some training with her?

Harada: If Souji's conducting the training, Chizuru will probably die.

Okita: Ah, but I left my sword when I came in, so there's no way that can be done now.

Harada: In the first place, you can't let Chizuru hold a sword with that appearance.

Okita: Then, what about taijutsu? I'm not very good at that.

Todou: Ah, with that sort of appearance, how could Chizuru practise taijutsu?

Toudou: At least change it to a method that involves blinding the eyes with sand or something like that.

Harada: Why are these only for attacking?

Okita: It can't be helped. This is about what Chizuru-chan wants to do.

Harada: Wouldn't that make Chizuru seem like an aggressive/belligerent woman?

Okita: Wouldn't that be surprising? A cool Chizuru-chan.

Toudou: That wouldn't cool. Chizuru should be cu....

Harada: Eh. You can't say she's cute even if she's not in front of you?

Toudou: Kuh! Shut up! Cu-Cute. Chizuru is very cute!

Okita: Hehmm. Since Heisuke said that out loud, Chizuru-chan is looking over here.

Toudou: Uah! It's nothing! Sorry, Chizuru! It's really nothing!

Okita: You're just complimenting here, so there's no need for you to panic this much. In fact, people will be suspicious of you saying something bad about her.

Toudou: Ggh!

Saito: Souji! Stop teasing him.

Okita: It's too much to blame me for doing this, isn't Sano-san gilty of committing the same crime?

Harada: I'm not teasing him.

Toudou: Ah... I feel so tired now.

Saito: Let’s get back to the original point. What should be done to make Yukimura happy?

Okita: What does Hajime-kun think would be good? From the very beginning, you were just listening without saying a word and not expressing your own opinions.

Saito: Although I've been thinking about this for a while, I haven't been able to think of anything.

Nagakura: Apart from training with a sword, what other thing can be done to make Chizuru-chan happy? And that be done indoors and isn't dangerous?

Okta: How about everyone singing children's songs together? A group of adults singing children's songs would be very interesting and exciting.

Harada: That'd be so exciting, that I wouldn't want to imagine that, though it's true that you can't do that at headquarters.

Okita: Just imagine Hijikata-san singing a children's song. I might end up laughing so much that my face would get cramps.

Nagakura: The only one who can probably sing children's songs without it feeling out of place with is Kondou-san.

Toudou: In the end, Souji just wants to tease Hijikata-san.

Okita: That isn't the case. If we try this, maybe he'd say "that makes recall the happiness from my childhood."

Nagakura: Indeed, he might say that…

Harada: Calm down, Shinpachi! Are you really going to sing?

Saito: Nn. If she's happy, it would be a small matter.

Harada: Saito, you calm down too! If you suddenly say "let's sing children's songs" Chizuru will get confused!

Nagakura: That’s right. Do you have any other good ideas....

Okita:....

Saito:....

Toudou: What exactly does Chizuru like?

Harada: If you think about it, we have no idea about what Chizuru likes.

Okita: Hm, she didn't talk much about herself.

Toudou: What can we do to make Chizuru happy?

.........

Hijikat: Hah.... hey, you guys! What were you talking about

Okita: Something that is to be kept secret from Hijikata-san.

Hijikata: What did you say?!

Saito: No, it was nothing like that.

Okita: Hm, as expected, asking her would be the fastest way. Come here, Chiruzu-chan.

(footsteps)

Toudou: Ah! Idiot! Souji!

(stops)

Toudou: It's nothing, Chizuru! We're not talking about you! Ah!

(Chizuru falls) [or that's my assumption since it sounds like she runs into Heisuke while something metallic falls down]

Toudou: So-Sorry, Chizuru.

Hijiakta: Ha, seriously, what are you doing? Are you alright, Chizuru? Here, your hairpin.

(Hijikata givers her the kanzahi)

Hijikata: Hah... Your hair, which had been done up into a bun, is all messed up. Can you call Osen? She can help you with your hair again.

(door opens and closes after Chizuru leaves)

Hijikata: Hey, Heisuke, why are you so panicked? Did you do something that you're ashamed of?

Toudou: It's not like that! It's just that she suddenly came close that I panicked. We were talking about asking Chizuru about what a woman/girl would do.

Harada: We got sidetracked halfway though.

Hijikata: Things that women do?

Okita: It's quite pitiful that she always has to wear men's clothes, so we just wanted to do something for her. But it appears that Demon Vice-Commander-san doesn't think that.

Hijikata: Did I say that?

Okita: Then exactly what will Hijikata-san do for Chizuru-chan?

Hijikata: Oh. You're asking what to do... Overdoing will instead make her feel concerned. Just let her do whatever she wants.

Toudou: But...

Hijikata: In any case, wouldn't it be better if you all paid more attention to her? Regardless of how beautiful the kimono is, it's boring to be left alone.

Okita: Hm...

Hijikata: What? If you have something to say to me, just say it.

Okita: How are we supposed to react when you say such an ordinary thing?

Hijikata: You bastard, no matter what I say, you're going to find some fault with me, aren't you?!

Harada: Hah... it's going to start all over again.

----to be continued----

havent started track 4 yet and while i do hope to get a start on it today... im not sure how likely that'll be since i'll be on the road waaaay later today and i get incredibly nauseous while in a car... and am usually feeling that way hours after exiting said vehicle.

Suppose I could just post track 5 and 6 any time though.... 😅

#hakuoki #hakuouki #hakuoki drama cd #hakuoki drama translation

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erin-bo-berin · 2 years

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I can't get enough of your Steve fics! guh. they are so sweet!

I was wondering if you might write something short like 4 times Steve accused reader of having pregnancy cravings and the 1 time reader actually (begrudgingly) admits it.

if that's not up your alley then just ignore me! :)

Can you imagine how crazy Steve would go to make sure you fulfilled every craving? Word, what a sweetheart.

Cravings

Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: Pregnancy (in case it isn’t your thing)

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Pickles

Your boyfriend watched you with amusement as you greedily grabbed the circular, green items off the underside of his offered burger bun.

“Y/N,” Steve chuckled, “You’re having cravings already?”

Your gaze was hard enough to shoot daggers at him, though there was no real menace behind the gaze. You just refused to believe you were having pregnancy cravings as early as 14 weeks.

Of course, you knew every pregnancy was different, so you’d been surprised when you’d had a relatively easy first trimester. There’d been little to no morning sickness and the only time you’d been nauseated was if you waited too long to eat. But then about a week ago, it was like a switch had flipped inside you and when you got hungry, you were ravenous.

Some foods just sounded extremely good to you, that’s all. At least, that’s what you’d figured since at this point in your pregnancy, you felt like you stayed hungry.

“I’m not having cravings, Steve. The baby is just really hungry,” you shrugged, popping the pickles you’d taken off his burger into your mouth.

You knew he liked pickles just fine and the fact that he’d given them up so easily to you made you suspicious—although it made your stomach extremely happy.

“Uh huh,” he answered, disbelievingly, eyes falling to the tiny container of extra pickles you’d ordered with your own burger.

“They never put enough pickles on their cheeseburgers,” you answered defiantly, taking another bite.

“Whatever you say, babe,” he grinned.

Watermelon

“Oh I need this!”

You managed to lug over an entire watermelon to the shopping cart that held yours and Steve’s groceries—much to his horror.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” he cried, grabbing the heavy melon from you the minute he noticed it in your arms.

“It’s a watermelon, not a car,” you replied dryly.

“Still. You’re not supposed to be lifting anything heavy. You’re carrying enough as is,” he chided, giving your belly a gentle rub before putting the watermelon in the cart.

“I’m only five months, I’m pretty sure it’s still safe for me to carry a small watermelon.”

“Small? Do you see the size of that thing?”

Steve motioned to the cart and you had to admit it was big, but ever since you’d heard Robin mention it the other day, you couldn’t stop thinking about watermelon.

“What are you going to do with that much watermelon anyways?” Steve asked, resuming pushing the cart, pretending it was too heavy to push now.

You rolled your eyes at his antics, though you smiled.

“Well gee, I thought I’d try sitting and staring at it. What do you think? I’m gonna eat it!”

You hit his arm in exasperation. The father of your child, everyone.

“Before you say it, I’m not having cravings! The baby wants it. It just sounded good when Robin mentioned it the other day,” you said.

He stared after you as you went down the first aisle, searching for the first item on your list—bread.

“Babe, you know that’s the definition of a craving, right?” he called after you.

You waved a hand dismissively, struggling to reach the top shelf—where of course the brand of bread you bought was at—with your new, protruding belly.

It was Steve’s turn now to sigh with exasperation at you as he turned the cart down the aisle, heading to help you.

Chocolate

“Did Y/N just pull a whole ass Hershey’s bar out of her purse?” Robin asked.

“Yes,” Steve sighed, watching you in amusement.

You unwrapped the chocolate bar, not even bothering to break off pieces, instead opting to put it directly in your mouth. You bit off a large chunk as you listened to your group of younger friends talk animatedly.

“I hope she plans on sharing because they’re not gonna leave her alone,” Robin said, motioning to the crew of six younger teens.

“Their funerals,” he muttered with a smile.

“What?”

Robin gave him a bemused glance.

“I learned the hard way, you don’t come between a pregnant woman and her food.”

“Is it some sort of pregnancy cravings?” she asked.

“Oh don’t let her hear you say that,” he chuckled, “She’s been adamant that she’s not been having cravings, she’s just been “enjoying her food”.”

Steve’s hands raised and performed air quotes around the last three words.

“So…cravings?”

“Most definitely,” Steve grinned.

Salads

Steve shouldn’t be surprised by anything you eat by now, but when he walked into the kitchen, he stopped dead in his tracks.

You were sitting at the island, book opened and reading while you ate a ginormous bowl of salad. That was the third one he’d seen you eat this week.

“How cute. Suddenly I’m dating a bunny,” he teased.

You looked up and stuck your tongue out at him.

“I was hungry,” she shrugged.

“So you decided to eat like a bunny since we fuck like them, huh?”

“Steve!” you almost choked on your last bite, wheezing.

He chuckled, grabbing a soda can from the fridge.

“I’m just saying,” he smirked.

“A salad just sounded good,” you protested.

“Y/N that’s the third huge one this week. If you’re having cravings, you should just tell me. That way I can buy the entire grocery store for you.”

His last sentence held a teasing lilt and the curve of his lips indicated it.

“Just because a salad sounds good doesn’t mean I’m having cravings,” you reminded him, pointing your fork in his direction.

He eyed the salad, shaking his head. Eventually, you’d realize it.

Milkshakes

“Steve. Steve,” you urged, waking him with a gentle shake of his arm.

“Wha?” he mumbled, sleepily, “Wha time is it?”

“Two in the morning.”

He was instantly uptight.

“Is something wrong with the baby?! Do I need to get you to the emergency room?!”

He was fully awake now, eyes wild and panicked.

“No, no. Nothing like that. I’m okay,” you assured him, “But uh I do kinda have an emergency.”

He had visibly relaxed when he heard that you and baby were okay. Now he was yawning and rubbing his eyes with a hand.

“What’s that, baby?” he asked through a second yawn.

You hated to do it to him—be the generic pregnant woman, but you literally felt like you couldn’t wait.

“I was wondering if we could go for ice cream,” you winced.

He blinked, stupefied. It was as if he wasn’t able to process what you just said.

“Sweetheart, it’s the middle of the night,” he pointed out gently.

“I know,” you groaned, “But I woke up dying for a milkshake. I didn’t want to send you out alone so I’d be happy to go with you. I’m sorry I wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t—what’s so funny?”

His mystified expression was gone, replaced by entire body shaking laughter. Now it was your turn to be confused.

“Steve, what?” you asked, exasperated.

“So you’re craving milkshakes now, huh?” he chuckled, finally able to speak after a few minutes of laughter.

You sighed, resigned to the fact.

“I guess I am,” you mumbled.

His chuckle this time was much more softer and gentle, loving as well. He kissed your head, moving to get out of bed.

“Where are you going?”

“To get some pants and my car keys. I’m sure there’s a grocery store open somewhere that I can get the ingredients to make homemade milkshakes.”

Your mouth almost salivated at the thought. You pushed the covers off your legs and moved to get up. Steve reached over, stopping you.

“As much as I’d love for you to join me, you two should rest,” he smiled.

He kissed your lips, then bent down to kiss your bump.

“Take care of mommy while I’m gone, okay little one?” he murmured to your belly.

“But I feel bad sending you out in the middle of the night just because I’m craving something,” you frowned.

“Baby,” his tone was gentle as he stroked your cheek with his hand, “Don’t you get it?”

You cocked your head, brows pulled together in puzzlement.

“Regardless if you’re carrying my baby or not, I’d go to the ends of the earth for you, darling.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fic #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things blurb #stranger things fluff

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existslikepristin · 1 year

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It's damn rare that I write something with the explicit intention of it not being part of the Lounge AU, but I when I saw this picture of Karina and Irene (and Winter and Ningning), I remembered this little (probably not original) idea I had a long time ago. Then I wrote a super-quickie out of it. I don't plan on expanding on this anytime. It was just spur of the moment.

And btw, after the poll I ran, the Yeojin x other Loona members fic won, so the intention is still to release that before January.

Titleless Flash Fic

Tags: NSFW, Red Velvet, Aespa, futa!Irene, futa!Karina, extremely dubious consent, the premise: Irene does NOT like Karina and tries to "teach her a lesson", anal, vaginal, physical and mental exhaustion

Sweat poured from every pore of Irene's body, and she panted heavily as she fucked Karina against the wall from behind. "Guh... fuck... you... slut..."

Karina smiled pleasantly, squeezing one of her own tits and reaching back to stroke Irene's hair with the other hand. "You're so good, sunbaenim. I'm so glad you caught me before I had to leav—I-I mean... nooo, don't hurt me, please! I've never had someone so big in my ass!"

It had nearly been an hour, and despite forcing Karina into doing most of the physically demanding portion of their unplanned, one-sided hate fuck, Irene exhausted herself. Knees wobbling, she stumbled back, letting three progressively smaller orgasms worth of her cum dribble out of Karina's butt. She tried to keep an angry expression, but struggled to do so while trying to catch her breath and stay upright.

"Oh no! Irene! Are you okay?"

"I'm fine... ass whore..."

Karina smiled again and first moved to hold Irene up, but then carefully lowered Irene facedown onto the couch. Her comforting tone drove Irene mad. "Oh, unnie! I want to keep playing too, but I'm really not sure—"

"I said I'm... fine!"

Gently massaging Irene's back, Karina lined herself up. "If you say so. I'm really impressed with your stamina! Here, I'll do the penetration for a while."

Irene tried to push Karina back as she felt the enormous cock pressing into her ass. "W-w-w---!" She tried to shout, but her exhaustion combined with her shock at Karina's size kept her silent. Thankfully though, Karina stopped only a couple of inches in and pulled back out.

"I-I'm sorry Irene. I think I'm a little too big for your ass. You're so tight it hurts! It's actually amazing!"

Irene silently said a prayer of thanks to whatever god just saved her.

"It'll be just as good in your pussy though, right?"

In a single agonizing moment, Irene's eyes rolled back in response to her pussy being filled far beyond what she ever thought was possible, and her wrecked, tender dick let out a couple extra spurts of cum, as if her body was trying desperately to make room by bailing out extra material it didn't need.

"Oh my god, unnie! It's incredible! I can o-only get about half way in, but you're hugging the first half so perfectly! You really are the queen! I hope I can be as amazing of a leader as you some day. I just wish my stupid dick wasn't so disgustingly big..."

Irene couldn't manage to get a single furious word out in response. It was all she could do to fight off yet another forceful orgasm as Karina slowly pulled out to prepare for another soul-crushing thrust. The delirious, barely-formed thought floated across what was left of Irene's mind...

Do I... belong to her, now?

#red velvet smut #aespa smut #kpop smut #irene smut #karina smut

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frostycatblr-fandom-files · 1 year

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Rough Stuff: Wrecker x Sick!Reader

Warnings & Info/Notice: She/Her pronouns for Reader as this is based on a dream I had when I was sick a year ago (writer's block is a mother…) so there's some fever-influence to the shenanigans and plot before "Bounty Lost" of Season 1; first time I've ever written something about our beloved Clone Force 99 crew (minus Crosshair in this fic) so be gentle with me. 👉👈

No real need for an age warning for a comfort+fluff piece, mentions of medical paraphernalia, great chance for inaccuracies: some are purposeful to reflect Reader's sickly state, some are likely genuine writer error because I am long overdue for a series re-watch of TCW so references and characterizations might be result of misremembering. Star Wars swearing present. Dialogue heavy.

Word-count: 5,813

Blastdoors hissed once, twice. Off to the left, weary feet and stiff shoulders were freed of mud-caked footwear and heavy supply pack before venturing further into the modified housing space. There was a comfortable and easy silence painted over the place for once, no immediate indication anyone else would be here to the unfamiliar passer-by.

"Did you hear that?! She's back!"

Something stopped beeping in the distance momentarily. "Hear what?"

"Hah! Course Tech wouldn't have been able to hear anything other than his little toys!"

"They are not toys, Wrecker; it's important to make sure all my diagnostic equipment are in proper working order on a regular basis to avoid delays during critical moments. Like on Bracca."

One could be almost entirely sure the others would be glancing at one another by now with the silent look of Oh Maker, please make it stop between whoever had been lucky, or unlucky, enough to catch another's eyes.

"Guh, I don't want to go back to Bracca any time soon, once was enough for me… But, uh, h-how do you know it's her, Omega?" Light and speedy footsteps lead up the stairs as at least three of the Clone Force 99 members come to welcome a friend back home. "Hunter said she almost always steps to the left of the blastdoors to take care of dirty footwear and her gear when she gets back if she doesn't have to talk to Cid first. Right Hunter?"

Right Hunter? was just a rhetorical question, one Tech hadn't quite yet caught onto before Omega was already excitedly hugging the young woman before he would've had the chance to express his concern had the young Clone been wrong. "Ome-! Oh, nevermind, I see that you're right. Welcome back, [_____]. Good to see you safe."

Responding with a drained smile for the moment, she released Omega and scooched the pack across the floor as more of the modified Clone unit joined her and the others upstairs. "Certainly glad to be safe, Lotho Minor and its acid rain was not something I prepared for… And uh, whatever that other planet was that I went to on a hunch looking for whatever it is Cid wanted didn't pan out either. Uh… Bogano! That's the one. Need a couple of nights of solid sleep before I try again. She's not going to like it if I told her any of that. Did find something else, at least." Bending at the waist to lift the pack off the floor and up to the table there was a sharp, short little crackling sort of sound when she inhaled that most picked up on.

Hunter's frown deepened when this provoked a cough she was fighting to stifle. "Y'alright, kid? Sounds like you've got the wind knocked out of you." Unsuccessfully hoping to put his concerns to rest with a dismissive wave of her hand and another stifled cough, she put on the best smile she could with a short chuckle. "I'm fine, Hunter. I just kicked up a lot of dust on Lotho Minor, I'm sure whatever settled into my lungs is just working it's way loose over time. Don't worry about me." Hunter certainly wasn't convinced, but he would let it go for now. After the brief hell they went through on Bracca with another one of their own succumbing to the inhibitor chips (fortunately for a short period of time, thank the Maker) and the scare that gave everyone, he wasn't exactly ready to put his men through another potential stressor so soon after all that. Ciddarin "Cid" Scaleback's other "employees" had their own set of stressors. Clone Force 99 largely kept to themselves as they navigated this changing galaxy for safety, and others did the same. Times like these you'd be smart to avoid rubbing into too many shoulders… but the young female scavenger was a little different.

Hunter trusted her well enough, scrappy and capable of holding her own, but she really didn't sound or look well presently. But there was no sense dwelling on it now when Omega and Wrecker were buzzing with excitement about her return. "Well, if ya say so."

"Well, Hunter, I do," she teased, swatting the back of Wrecker's hand as he reached into her pack with a gentle laugh, "and leave that alone, silly. There's some delicate stuff in there. I was going to pull it out in a moment, don't go snooping." He gave a sheepish smile, stroking the back of his head a few times to soothe his guilt over touching her belongings without asking first once again. "Let's seeeee… found a few old components and scomp links that Tech or Echo or both may find useful for something or just mess around with. A surprising find you might like Hunter: a perfectly good blowtorch-zapper-drill-thing I don't know the proper name for; practically brand new! Think it's called an All-Kit? And, uh…" she came to an awkward pause in the middle of pulling something out once more, face falling from the bright smile she'd previously had. "I know it's… not something you all like to talk about much regarding what happened to your teammate, someone who felt like a brother to you guys; but if he ever does come back around and everyone reconciles, I found a nice scope that I hope Crosshair would like… b-based on what little I've heard."

Omega laid her hand over the squeezing fist the resourceful scavenger was pushing into the table to stop herself from getting too emotional in front of everyone, so young and only able to do so much realistically. "That was awfully thoughtful and nice of you, [____]. I think he'd appreciate it. Be happy to know that you saw something and it made you think of him even when you haven't met him. Makes you a good person, in my opinion…"

"Heh… Thanks Omega," she was pulled into a side-hug for a moment while [_____] brushed away tears with the back of her other hand to compose herself, "o-oh, and this is for you. I found a little droid I'm sure you'll have some fun with to get him up and running in no time. And noooow, I think the little guy got smooshed down to the bottom of the pack because it was the first thing I found; so sorry about that Wrecker. But I think he'll be okay! I thought your Lula could use a little friend." Freed from the pack, she passed over the souvenir to the final Clone who hadn't been given something yet.

It was a soft toy, roughly the size of a young Bogano Bogling, fashioned to look like a Loth-cat. That is, if a Loth-cat had floppy ears and were a little chubby; it was clearly a toy meant for and once loved dearly by a little child somewhere in the vast galaxy. One button eye was loose and there was a small split in one of the seams on the tail, but they were in decent shape otherwise.

"Awwwh, thanks kid. That's real nice of ya. Like 'im already!"

Smiling warmly after being swept into a vice-like hug, the young woman started to reply before her voice became a little faltered and scratchy. "I'm glad, I thought you might! I'll be happy to give him a little bit of TLC in the morning when I've had some sleep, and a chance to c-clear my lungs a- a bit more-!" Her shoulders jerked violently with each cough that had taken her by surprise, quickly found and given a chair to sit in with the wind knocked out of her just like that.

Hunter hadn't let it go since the crackling sound even after she insisted she was fine a few times once she caught her breath (and Wrecker repeatedly apologized for another one of his crushing hugs not for the first time). Something definitely had settled into her lungs, but not on Lotho Minor since this hadn't started since arriving on Bogano.

"Tech, we should run a health scan."

"Right. I'll have to sanitize and pre-"

"Less talking, more doing, Tech."

"R-right, sorry."

-x-

"She's contracted a bacterial infection."

The young woman blinks rapidly, eyes jerking over the room before she looks back to Tech. "What's that mean? You saying I got sick from something out there on Bogano?"

"Well it didn't start until a few days after getting to the planet, so it is the most likely place for you to have gotten sick with some sort of respiratory infection based on what you told me before your health scan."

Wrecker grunted in confusion from the corner of the room, arms crossed over his chest nervously. "Now wait just a sec, I thought you said this was a bacterial thing! Now it's a respi-something infection? Which is it?! I'm all confused!"

Sighing sharply with a few wags of his head, Tech adjusted his eyewear before explaining things to Wrecker, pecking away at his datapad. "What I meant is it's a respiratory illness caused by a bacterial infection. Maybe even fungal, or from certain types of spores, depending on what plant life [____] came across during the trip she made to Bogano, on a hunch. But since we don't want to stress her respiratory system further, I can't ask her a lot of questions at this time; I'm trying to find flora, other environmental occurrences or elements that could have caused this or explain it for now. Fortunately for her, it doesn't look to be life-threatening. For the time being."

Omega jumped down from Wrecker's knees and scoffed, "Well that's a cheerful thought, Tech…" scooping Lula off the floor, Omega laid her down on one of the flat surfaces near to [____] before she began tugging at the dusty sleeves of the woman's clothes, "you should wash up and get some rest. You haven't been sleeping well." Eyebrows jumped just a fraction, a tell of a nonverbal question. "You've got lines under your eyes, here and here, and you're a bit unfocused. Easily distracted or staring off in the distance. Drooping posture. You need a nap."

"Oh do I," The scavenger laughed, lovingly threading her fingers through Omega's short crop of hair the way she often did, "is that an order?" Wagging her head and laughing with her, Omega tugged her sleeves again and pulled [____] behind her. "Nooo. But I can tell you over and over again like it was an order!"

-x-

Koff! Koff!

These coughs were getting worse. It was now plainly evident that [____] had gotten more than just a "little ill" like Omega had hoped when she noticed that it had been several hours since she'd gone to lay down "just for a bit" and planned for waking up around lunch. She had slept several hours past lunch, when she did wake up [____] looked somehow even more exhausted. And sicker.

So much sicker.

"By the Maker, you don't look so good, kid. I wouldn't-!"

"Echo, shh!" Omega hissed urgently, "Cid might hear you!" The Bad Batch were trying to keep Cid from finding out about her scavenger's health status before Tech could determine the contagion level, but now after Echo had called out to [____] to keep her from leaving her bunk it was unlikely the Trandoshan woman hadn't heard anything from the temporary quarters.

The Trandoshans were known for their thrills in the hunt, so what could be said for Cid? Perhaps she had excellent hearing, or Echo was really loud. It was everyone's best guess to say it was both. Cid wasted little time getting down to the blast doors, but was unable to open them. "What's going on in there?! And why is this locked?!" Hunter gave Echo a silent oh, you've really done it now sort of look before he stepped up to the blastdoor and hovered his hand over it's control panel in case the Trandoshan was working on opening up what might be a necessary barrier in the event Cid's scavenger picked up something particularly contagious and severe.

"Afraid we can't let you come in, Cid," Hunter starts, "[____] got back earlier and she's not feeling well. Tech is trying to see if it's serious, so we're keeping everyone in until we know."

"Sick!" Cid spat from the other side, "Why wasn't I told sooner?!"

Echo nudged [____] deeper into the borrowed bunk (Wrecker's), short of using a disciplinary tone of voice with her for leaving it in the first place across the living quarters while their leader dealt with their employer. "Apologies," Hunter offered in a measured voice, "we had hoped to get the work-up completed so we could present everything at once, but it's taking longer than Tech anticipated." Hunter could practically see Cid heave the frustrated sigh he heard. "Can't Goggles hurry it up?"

Tech was bowed over his datapad in a separate corner of the quarters, scowling and squinting at at least three different screens he'd been cycling through. He hadn't spoken to or even seemed to hear anything his brothers asked in at least the last hour and a half since lunch while he scrutinized current findings. "He's doing the best he can," Hunter promised, having faith his brother was doing everything and more to get that work-up sorted, "he'll get it done."

"I'm not worried about him not getting it done, dark and broody, I'm worried about having at least… HunterTechEchoWreckerOmega[____] - SIX people not in any fit state to do jobs for me! I'm not running a quaint little hotel on some Outer Rim planet, here!" Hunter was uncertain if Cid meant to sound so callous, but he had the feeling it was Cid's way of worrying for them. If six people couldn't work one of her jobs for them, they couldn't receive pay. Though… Cid might be more upset about the interruption to her cash flow. "The moment Goggles figures out what's wrong with her, you better be snappy about contacting me."

As expected. "Yes ma'am," Hunter grumbled with a note of bitter annoyance. "I'll be certain to."

-x-

Whatever it was Tech said she had was past the most contagious period, thank the Maker, but she felt awful. Breathe too deeply and her lungs would give a sharp crackling before the prolonged coughing fits began. A hot wash in the showers again would make her too dizzy to be safely unattended, worried she'd faint. She felt submerged in Mustafar's lava fields one minute, and spelunking in Hoth's ice caverns in another. Her kriffing bones hurt. She couldn't sleep. But if she left the bunk, she was worried she'd wake up one of the men in the room; born and bred for war, they likely weren't deep sleepers (at least that's what she figured). She'd undoubtedly wake up their leader, Hunter, or perhaps Echo, who dealt with the chronic and residual pain of the cybernetics and phantom limb syndrome after his… experience on Skako-something… that usually made it difficult to fall or stay asleep some nights.

She didn't want to get another concerned but well-meant lecture from either of them, and Tech… Well: If she woke him, he'd probably turn a voice of concern into a scolding tone without meaning to or being entirely aware he was doing so. She wanted to avoid that. Omega was going to be concerned about her and wake one of her brothers to help if [____] disturbed the young lady's sleep.

And here, [____] wondered while stifling another cough what the snarky sharp-eyed sniper might do if he was woken… she'd heard so little about him. Crosshair. Skilled marksman. Sided with the Empire. An inhibitor chip. What was an inhibitor chip? She didn't know. She didn't feel like grabbing a datapad next to her to find whatever she could. She was just so tired, and she didn't know how much longer she could lay here with her entire skeletal system feeling heavy with pain. Would getting up to take something for the pain even help? Could a painkiller even touch this kind of pain? It'd be worth a shot, at least.

She tried slowly swinging one leg out into the room to slip out from the low bunk, but the careful movement to avoid waking anyone was surprisingly painful. "Ah, kriff!" She hissed in a sharp whisper, unable to sit up without the feeling of a thin blade violently jabbing every one of her joints.

"Y'alright, ad'ika?"

Who said that? [____] looked out into the dimly lit room in surprise, trying to figure out who she had accidentally woken up. Wrecker. But he looked like he'd been awake for a while, sneaking back into the room from the kitchen unit perhaps. Mm… there had been a lack of soft snoring when she thought about it. "Ad'ika?" Wrecker asked again, stepping closer with a look of concern etched in his face.

Ad'ika… had a number of meanings, none of which [____] could remember right now. It was hard to think about multiple things right now, it almost hurt. She squeezed her eyes shut, sighing, trying to recall what she just heard him say. Maker, everything hurts, make it stop, make it stop… "Wh-what…?"

"I asked if you're alright," his voice rumbled above her now, then she could hear him settle down on one of his knees so he wasn't looming above her or speaking right in Omega's ear where she lay in the bunk above [____]'s, "I mean, I know you're not because you're sick an' all, but- y'know what I mean." She didn't, and her silence spoke for her, so Wrecker tried elaborating. "Erm, trying to check on you, I mean. You really don't look so good right now. Are you having trouble breathing again?"

"No," the woman sighed carefully, feeling the ache in her lungs starting when she caught herself taking a deep breath by reflex, fighting the need to cough, "not really. My whole body hurts. Even my bones. I was gonna try to sneak out of my bunk without waking anyone to find something for the pain, or just something to make me sleep so I could ignore the pain, but it hurts to move."

"Not the usual pain after one of your jobs for Cid?" Wrecker hazarded a guess. "Is it because of the virus Tech said you have?"

Khoff-KOFF! "Think so…"

Wrecker just frowned upon the reply, voice dripping with sympathy when he next spoke. "Awh, poor ad'ika. There something I can get ya?" She wasn't certain what to ask for; something to dull the pain, or something to make her sleep? Would it be safe to take both? Just what did ad'ika mean? She's heard Wrecker call Omega that once, right?

Too many questions, too little focus. Too many aches and pains and symptoms to be dealing with so late into the night. Her brain was too frayed and raw after the unsuccessful scavenge where she was prepared to face Cid's furious disappointment if she'd been caught home empty-handed and now this virus and… at least one awake Clone, kneeling near the edge of the bunk in quiet worry while [____] stared at him in a dumbfounded haze.

"Would you get me something to help me sleep if you answer something for me first, Wrecker?"

He blinked, puzzled by the request. "Ah, sure."

"What do you keep calling me?"

"Ad'ika can translate to "kid". An' a coupl'a other things like ‘sweetie’ too that I'm sure I'll remember later… It's Mando'a. I-I can stop callin' you that if you want." She shook her head, Wrecker just looked at her with uncertainty for a moment before he got off his knee and went to find something in some stash of medical supplies Echo had been hoarding for the Batch in a corner of the living quarters. "If you say so, kid."

"Ad'ika."

He couldn't be sure why it sounded like a request, rather than reassurance, coming from her in a timid, breathy whisper. Maybe he was imagining things because she looked so miserable and sick. Humoring her wouldn't hurt anything. "If you say so, ad'ika." Wrecker tried to sort through Echo's box of supplies as it was, but ended up dumping it out on the table so he wasn't wasting time getting something to help [____] get to sleep by digging around every little box when he could just lay it all out and go from there. He'd put it all back in the morning. "Here, this looks like the righ' stuff!" Wrecker whispered back to her triumphantly, giving the little foil packet a wiggle back and forth in victory. "Alright ad'ika, should be asleep soon with one of these. Can I get ya anythin' else? More water?"

She just shook her head, taking her tablet with a careful swallow of water, both of them hoping she doesn't cough in the process. It wouldn't take long at all before she would hopefully be asleep. "That's okay, Wrecker. I think I'm just going to try getting some sleep now… so tired."

Wrecker just chuckled softly, saying nothing as he tucked the blanket over the scavenger once she was laying in the bunk. Heh, yeah I bet... Echo threatens to use them on Tech when he's not sleeping mildly reasonable hours. "Sleep well, [____]."

-x-

Omega dropped out of her bunk in lieu of using the ladder some mornings, a habit some of her brothers weren't keen on her developing in case of situations where one of them unwittingly became her crash-pad. Yeah right, like it'll ever happen… Omega had said on more than one occasion.

Omega fell into Wrecker's lap, waking him suddenly and pouring further salt in the wound by trodding on his hand while she scrambled to get off him. "Ouch! Omega!" She could feel her blood ice over with guilt for hurting one brother and waking the others, Hunter out of his bunk before she could blink. "I-I'm sorry, Wrecker! I didn't know you were down on the floor, I didn't mean to!"

"Omega-"

"Awh, I'm fine! Just scared me awake is all." Wrecker interrupted Hunter's see: this is why I keep telling you lecture with a laugh, not looking upset in the least. "Takes more than tha’ to hurt me!"

A finger went up across the room after eyewear was situated and adjusted. "Except you clearly said "ouch", Wrecker. And if Omega didn't wake [____], you certainly would have." Wrecker groaned, knowing Tech was right that he probably just woke their friend who was feeling poorly. "Whoops… sorry about tha- oh." Incredibly, she was still asleep when Wrecker turned to apologize, unbothered and unaware of the startling sibling drop-in just an arm's reach away minutes ago. This virus was clearly pretty rough on her, she looked so pale and feverish under the single blanket even in the dim light before any additional overheads were activated. Echo hobbled stiffly from his bunk to flip on a few of the overhead lights, oblivious to the mess of medical packets and boxes on their one and only large table on his way past.

Oh right. Wrecker was on his feet in a flash, accidentally bumping past Omega. "Oh sorry! I need to-!"

"What happened to my med box?" Echo asked the general room almost sternly, looking both annoyed and confused at the sight of the medical paraphernalia in an unholy mess after all the trouble he went through organizing it just recently. "…did [____] have trouble digging through it for something last night while we were all sleeping? Oh I knew I should have found a crate with compartments and labels!"

Echo was waved off, shooed away from his pet project before he had a chance to begin clustering everything by type. "N-no, it was me, I'm the one who made the mess, Echo." Wrecker confessed, giving his brother a sheepish, timid look as he sorted the supplies. He was afraid Echo would be mad at him, feeling bad that he'd made a mess of everything when he should have just switched on a light or something in order to locate something to help the ailing woman who couldn't muster the energy to shuffle into her own lodgings. "She looked in pretty rough shape when I came back from getting a snack and some other stuff and I wanted to do something to help and I-I made a mess trying to find something to help get her to sleep, I'm sorry. I'll take care of it." he continued, tenderly lying boxes on their narrow ends along the sides of the container the way he vaguely recalled them being in.

Echo sighed in good humor, flicking his hand dismissively in the direction of the table. "Oh honestly, just leave it for the time being. M'not mad. And we'll probably be using a good deal of these supplies while she's sick, anyways… just dump everything back into the box so we have a clear surface for breakfast for everyone."

"Even [____]?" Omega piped up softly, wondering if they should wake the scavenger. Hunter gave the proposed question some thought. Should they? Or just let her sleep and get her something to eat later? What did they even have for food within their living quarters at Cid's Parlor? It'd been some time since he remembered making a supply run that didn't involve Echo collecting medical paraphernalia and included food. They had to be low, just between the five of them, but now with [____], who they were taking care of... He couldn't guarantee that breakfast would be filling this morning without hoping some shops were open early. "Wrecker, how much food do we have?" Hunter knew that since Wrecker admitted to getting a snack, he'd have a better idea.

"Ah," Wrecker mumbled, his expression making Hunter nervous, or disappointed, that Wrecker had had more than just a 'little snack' when they were low on food, "I forget… think I gathered at least a crate's worth from one of the late night shops for us. Got lots of soups that she likes, since I thought they might help while she recovers, too. No one feels like cookin' when they're going through some rough stuff."

"I hope you didn't have perishables." Tech spoke up with a grimace, seeing the crate on the counter looking largely untouched.

"Oh Maker, let it go already." Echo grumbled, tweaking his scomp link and leg the way he normally did to ease the typical morning pains in his residual limbs. "That was one time. Do you really have to keep bringing that up? You wouldn't like me bringing up the last time you made a mistake. Like the time you played the mating call rather than the territorial call for that mission with Senator Binks on-"

With the authoritative voice of a commanding officer, Hunter was quick to put an end to senseless posturing and provocation. "Enough. Both of you. We all have made mistakes on this team and it does us no good to badger our brothers about it like petty, personal grudges. This squad… needs to be sure we have each other's backs without questioning loyalty or our headspace all the time." Seeing the look on Omega's face, Hunter realized his words were perhaps harsher than he meant them, betraying inner feelings by indirectly bringing up their wayward brother. Questioning loyalty. Nobody had been questioning loyalty. He shouldn't have suggested that.

Omega shuffled on her feet with a great deal of discomfort, blink-rate speeding up as she looked close to tears. "Hunter… That was too far."

He shouldn't have suggested that at all. "I'm sorry, ad'ika. You're right..." It was a meager apology, but it'd have to suffice for now. [____] was starting to stir behind Omega's back, a sharp and raspy crackle in her inhale. A warning: her lungs' irritation was probably stronger due to dehydration. "Omega get her some water, quickly." Maker, please don't be getting worse. "Easy, ad'ika, sit up slowly now. Take a slow, deep breath, Omega's getting you some water." The scavenger looked parched for certain, but she was also having trouble sitting up unassisted, her skin hot under Hunter's touch. Was her temperature spiking? "Maker, she's burning up."

"Oh dear." Tech could be heard mumbling, hastily exiting his bunk with datapad in hand at Hunter's beckoning. "This does not look good. When was the last time her temperature was taken, Tech?"

"My records say before dinner. It was elevated, but fevers generally rise later in the day so that is nothing unusual. Did you notice any increase in severity when you were awake with her last night, Wrecker?"

Wrecker shook his head slowly, trying his best to think back before he himself had fallen asleep in front of his bunk for the night while [____] had slept in it. "I don't think so, Tech… she just looked like she was in more pain than anything an' couldn't sleep, didn't really think it was the fever." He wasn't comforted by the look that crossed Tech and Hunter's faces, unsure how those expressions meant anything other than worry as Tech brusquely stalked across the room to locate a temp-reader in Echo's medical crate. "Awh man… Did I screw up?" Did I make her worse?

Tech was careful to say nothing while he assessed both skin and oral temperatures with the reader and made a note of it in a data log, considering the weight and tone of his words while seeking answers. "Her temperature has climbed quite high now… You, hmm, were just making the best judgment call at the time, Wrecker. Based on what you said, I suspect that the pain was a result of rising fever. I was not awake to observe anything, so I can't speak with complete certainty other than assure you you did not "screw up"... and had only tried to help as you were asked. She will be fine."

That was the most important thing. She would be fine, he hadn't done anything to make her worse that couldn't be taken care of easily enough here at Cid's Parlor. "Good… tha's good." Wrecker mumbled softly, feeling unfettered relief in those words from his brother while the scavenger was coached to take a careful swallow of water from a hydropack by Hunter.

"Aw, don't look so w-worried, Wreck… I'll- khoff! - be okay." [____] remarked softly, cautious of the dry wheeze in her lungs when she spoke. "Jus' have to uh… t-take it pretty easy for a while, probably. Oh. Cid's not gonna be happy about that…"

"Heh!" Wrecker scoffed, trading places with Hunter so he could get up and sort out breakfast for the six of them, "Don't you worry about Cid. You just leave her to me and focus on gettin' better again, ad'ika. Which, uh, hopefully won't take long if you're past the contagious period... right?" He nudged Tech with the edge of his elbow carefully, asking in a roundabout way if he had any idea.

Adjusting his eyewear, Tech lifted the datapad to his face and puzzled over some numbers for a moment.

"She is past the most contagious period, correct. I would estimate… another five days of current symptoms without running additional tests. Perhaps after we've all had something to eat, I can do the additional health scans and find out what this infection is," he paused for just a moment, chewing half of his bottom lip in thought. "If that's what [____] wants." Tech added with some hesitation, making efforts to be careful of his words since Hunter had given everyone one of his many flavors of knock it off speeches. "There's time to think about it. If you'll excuse me, I believe I'll go help Hunter prepare things for breakfast. Echo, you haven't hidden any medical paraphernalia in the shelving by the cold-unit again, have you?"

"Don't think so, but I oughta check." Tech and Echo exited the sleeping quarters, leaving just Wrecker and Omega to keep the sick scavenger company until the morning meal had been completed, whether it was a rare morning something was cooked, or everyone just had a portion of a ready-made meal from one of the shops parceled out to them. (There's only so much nutrient paste a sentient being can stomach before they long for real, identifiable foods.) The last time to [____]'s memory the Batch tried to do a little cooking, it'd been something typical of the foodstuffs they'd grown up on on Kamino, and Cid was, puzzlingly, none too pleased about the smell. Everything smelled fine to the scavenger at the time with the foodstuffs, so the situation pitted employee and employer against each other, one of the few times that the members of the Batch had seen their friend they'd hardly known long at that point very angry.

Hoo boy, had that been a sight to see: the generally quiet and kind scavenger drawn up to her full height in all her fury, lashing back at Cid for unfairly critiquing the cuisine these Clones had been raised on when the Trandoshan herself hated remarks about the kinds of lunches she often ate from the Kashyyyk system and her home planet. It wasn't often that Cid's employees stood up to her, but at least when they did, Cid was likely to give them a couple of days of space (and maybe some degree of love-bombing) to let the troubled waters settle again.

That didn't sound too bad, actually. Maybe get everyone on board to pretend her condition was a little worse than it actually was, give Cid a little pushback about needing to, y'know, really make sure everyone stayed healthy, and relent to the idea proposed yesterday that her friends would help take care of her while she was fighting this "rough" virus in the meantime.

Noting the growing smile, Wrecker just chuckled softly with some degree of confusion, curiosity getting the best of the gentle giant. "Whatcha smiling about, kid?"

"Oh… I think there's a way I can make sure it's more than just me who's getting time off for being sick." [____] mused idly, a second smile lazily blooming across her face as she made a casual lean into Wrecker's well-muscled chest after he'd put an arm around her and Omega once she sat down on his bunk on his other side at his offering. "I'll leave Cid to you, don't worry Wreck, but I've got a good idea of what to say that will get her to listen… I've known Cid long enough. Enough to make her nervous."

It was all she had to suggest.

And not long after breakfast, suddenly that rare component for an N-1 Starfighter the scavenger had been tasked with finding for a pushy client with deep pockets could almost miraculously wait just a little longer.

#frostfics #tbb #sw tbb #tbb wrecker #tbb hunter #tbb tech #tbb echo #tbb omega #tbb crosshair #tbb wrecker x you #tbb wrecker x reader #x reader #star wars x you #star wars x reader #this has been a year in the making and I'm finally happy enough with it aaaa

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hotchocolatedoodles · 1 year

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Sleepover Talks | Ruikasa

Main Pairing: Kamishiro Rui/Tenma Tsukasa

Characters: Kamishiro Rui, Tenma Tsukasa, Kusanagi Nene (mentioned), Akiyama Mizuki (mentioned)

Word Count: 1,302 words

Summary: Tsukasa and Rui are at a sleepover organized by one of their classmates. In the middle of the night, they share sweet kisses and have a talk.

Notes: This was originally a silly thought I had on a 12h car ride but ended up as a full one-shot cuz my brain kept spinning the story lol.

•☆•

"Hey, Tsukasa? Tsukasa, are you still up?"

Someone shook Tsukasa's shoulder gently. Tsukasa, who was surprisingly still awake, turned around to see Rui gazing at him.

The two have been together for about a year at that point. They were third years now and, blessed with luck, got to be in the same class as well. One of their classmates was throwing a big sleepover party, mainly for their class only, but there were also a few other students from their year. Most were already asleep, and if they weren't, then they were making out somewhere in another room.

"Hmm?" Tsukasa replied with a curious look on his face.

"Come closer," Rui whispered, patiently waiting for Tsukasa's next move.

The blonde naturally got closer. After all, how could he refuse to do as his boyfriend asks? When Tsukasa was close enough, Rui grabbed him by the collar of his sweater and pulled him down for a kiss. The kiss was short but left the star baffled for a moment nonetheless.

"What was that for?" Tsukasa giggled out, a soft smile adorning his face.

"I missed my hourly does of Tsukasa, fufu~" Rui answered the question with the same lovesick expression on his face.

Tsukasa couldn't help but reach back down to kiss Rui again. He adored the feeling of their lips together. He believed they fit together like two puzzle pieces of the same set. They kept exchanging soft kisses and quiet laughter, careful not to wake their classmates up.

Tsukasa and Rui have never hid their relationship, but at the same time, they've never officially announced it to people other than their close friends. They wouldn't be surprised if some people still believed there were only platonic feelings between them. Though, it seemed unrealistic, considering how they behave at school.

As the two went on and on with kissing each other and laughing like the idiots they are, one of Tsukasa hands went up to cup Rui's cheek while the other helped him keep his balance above Rui. Both of Rui's hands were clutched on the blonde's sweater, then they slowly moved down to Tsukasa's waist.

"Don't you dare go any further down," Tsukasa threatened lightheartedly.

"I wasn't going to, my dear," Rui chuckled with his signature cat-like grin plastered on his face and pulled Tsukasa down to make him lose his balance so he was lying on top of him.

Tsukasa groaned at his boyfriend's teasing a bit too loudly.

"Shh, you don't want our secret to be revealed to the others like that, now do you?" Rui responded to Tsukasa's groan.

Really, their relationship was hardly a secret, but Rui just liked to treat it as one nonetheless. They both enjoyed these moments for themselves and didn't feel the need to show everything to the world all the time. People thought whatever they wanted anyway, so what use was there in telling them they were a couple?

"Hey, wanna go out on the balcony?" Rui asked a short while after.

"But it's cold outside..."

"You wear a sweater, though."

"And shorts??? I don't want my legs to freeze!"

"Wanna wear my sweatpants, then?"

"They're too big for me..."

"Oh, so my sweatpants are too big, but stealing my hoodies is fine?"

"That's a completely different story! And I'm not stealing them either!"

"Okay, then when was the last time you gave me one of my hoodies back?"

"Ugh, okay, let's go to the balcony..."

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Rui and Tsukasa silently stepped out on the balcony and sat down on the floor. It was a pretty cold night, just as Tsukasa said. His face immediately scrunched up after sitting down.

"Guh, it's freezing..." Tsukasa complained. Rui was quick to wrap his arms around Tsukasa's waist and leaned his head on his shoulder.

"Better?" Rui asked as Tsukasa put his hands above his.

"Better," the star's cheeks were flushed with a soft shade of red.

They sat in silence for a moment. Rui's eyes were closed, breathing steadily and feeling comfort in the embrace. Rui wished they could forever stay this way. Tsukasa on the other hand gazed up to the sky, admiring the stars and feeling the warmth of his beloved director so close to him.

"Say, Rui, did you ever think we'd end up here one day? Together?" Tsukasa finally curiously asked.

Rui opened his eyes, taking time to think of a response.

"No, never," he simply answered and then continued, "I never thought I'd one day end up with the love of my life admiring the starry night sky."

Rui's words were sincere. They left Tsukasa speechless because of the way Rui said them ever so softly and genuinely. Rui took this as a chance to elaborate.

"If I'm honest, I never believed I'd fall for you, let alone end up with you together. I've heard things about you even before you chased me down on the rooftop, fufu," Rui couldn't help but chuckle at the memory, "From what I had heard, you were quite the annoying and eccentric character."

"H- hey!" Tsukasa exclaimed but was soon interrupted in his attempt to complain.

"My thoughts were quickly confirmed after we met and especially after you blamed Nene for the failure of our first show. But then..." Rui fell silent for a short moment, seemingly lost in thought, "Then you showed me your true feelings. Your gentle and caring side. Your wonderful personality that was hidden for a while."

Silence.

"And then our feelings turned into something beautiful that has brought us here."

Both were blushing.

Rui tightened his grip on Tsukasa's waist.

"You are the first person that has ever made me feel truly happy with myself," Rui's voice was barely above a whisper.

"But... What about Nene and Mizuki?" Tsukasa finally spoke up again and asked.

"Well, I cherish them both of course. Nene was with me since we were children. I appreciate her a lot for sticking with me for so long. I don't know if I would've been able to handle myself for so long."

A short pause.

"But I've always seen her more as a little sister of some sort. We're neighbors, after all. I was never comfortable with myself despite her efforts."

"Mizuki was with me through the lowest point in my life. We felt both miserable in middle school... Neither of us had a place where we belonged to or where we felt comfortable until we met on the rooftop. We couldn't help each other but at least we could share our loneliness and ease the pain."

While Rui was holding his monolog, Tsukasa was listening carefully to every single word he spoke and was drawing circles on the back of Rui's hands.

"But when I met you, and came to learn more about you, I found a place to feel safe and to be myself. That made me incredibly happy. I finally felt understood by someone. By someone who shared the same passion, the same love. I felt loved by you."

When Rui finished, Tsukasa almost immediately turned to pull his director into a tight hug. Rui was surprised at first but soon reciprocated the hug. They sat in silence once again. No words were needed for them to understand each other's feelings right at that moment.

Then Tsukasa spoke up.

"I am so happy to hear that, Rui," His voice was a little shaky and he could feel his eyes almost tearing up, "I am so damn happy."

"Haha, you sound like you're about to cry, but... I am happier than ever right now," Rui's voice was just as shaky as Tsukasa's before.

"Pff, I love you, you idiot," Tsukasa whispered ever so lovingly.

Rui whispered back, with the softest and most loving tone,

"Fufu, I love you too, my star."

#ruikasa #rui x tsukasa #kamishiro rui #rui kamishiro #tenma tsukasa #tsukasa tenma #project sekai #prsk bl #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #hugs #idk what else to tag i still struggle with taggin my writing

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accidentalmistress · 11 months

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Accidental Mistress - Nothing Holding Me Back

I am. So tired. I've had like... three and a half hours of sleep that were split into two chunks, five hours apart. Emergency vet shenanigans in the wee hours of the morning. Everyone is fine, although we are all sleepy. BUT I DIGRESS. Even sleep deprivation won't interrupt today's release schedule! Mostly because I already had this one fully written... Whatever. Onward!

(For more Accidental Mistress content, check out the Master Post.)

Please do not reblog to non kink blogs, minors DNI.

Title: Nothing Holding Me Back

Word Count: 1,601

Content and Warnings: snz (male)

In which a kitchen mishap spurs Noelle to a level of boldness she has not shown before, for which Oraion suffers the consequences.

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After nearly a year of living together, the witch Noelle had largely grown used to the sound of her demon companion Oraion's sneezing as it echoed throughout her tower on a daily basis. Of course, this did not mean that she no longer took note when it happened, only that it no longer startled her as often as it did at first. Although, when he would sneak up behind her while she was distracted and sneeze right next to her—then it most definitely startled her.

It was not unusual for him to sneeze in multiples, and oftentimes he would have full-blown fits, but usually these only lasted for a minute or two at most. So when Noelle glanced at the small clock that sat next to the open book on her desk and realized that Oraion had been sneezing at varying intervals for about ten straight minutes, she became a touch concerned.

She followed the sound down through the tower until she found the demon in the kitchen with his hands gripping the edge of the counter. His head was bowed, red hair falling around his face and concealing most of it from Noelle’s viewpoint behind him. His long tail swayed to and fro, its sweeping arc interrupted by the odd, erratic twitch.

“Guh… h-heh- heh! … mmnh -sniff- … hih… ah-hehh- HEH! -hhnnng n-no! No, I-I’m not guh-going t-to s- s- hiihh- augh-”

“Um, Oraion?”

He jumped and turned to look over his shoulder. Streaming, red-rimmed eyes met Noelle’s with a wide look of surprise before they fluttered closed.

“Oh n-no- eh-hiih- hiiihh- hiiIIHH- HIIIESHOOO!”

Noelle stepped further into the room. “A-are you alright? What happened?”

Oraion rubbed a finger beneath his septum and sniffled. His nose was quite red and inflamed, with the flush crossing his cheeks and into his long ears. As she drew closer, something on the counter past him caught Noelle’s eye: an overturned spice jar with its contents spilled and scattered across the surface.

“Is that pepper?”

Oraion nodded.

“H-had a bit of a mishahhh-hap, uh, -snnff- a-and it, uh, it- we-went hehHEHehh! nnguh- -ssdnff- w-went everywhere.”

Another pass of his finger beneath his nose. Grains of pepper stuck to his upper lip, and Noelle realized that he was covered in it, like he’d been doused by a very confused demon hunter who knew that some common kitchen spice repelled demons but couldn’t quite remember that it was salt. It was in his hair, on his skin, stuck to his clothes—just what kind of ‘mishap’ could have caused all this?

“Oh, I-I’m sorry. You could have gotten me, I would have helped clean you up.”

“W-well, I could c-clean it up if I wa- heh- w-wanted.” He held up a hand and mimed snapping his fingers, the gesture he usually used to cast spells. “But I thought this was -sdnnff- an excellent opportunity to p-p- ihh-hiiihhh- mmnh- ahem, practice huh-holding back.”

Noelle blinked. “That’s why you’ve been sneezing for the past ten minutes?”

“H-has it only b-been that long? Fe-feels like hours- eh-hehh! Mmmhh- No, I duh-don’t hah-have to sne- snee- heh-heh- sneeheeze! heh-hehh- HEH! Oh shit, y-yes I d-do-! hiiihh-hhiIIHH! HIIHSSHHIIEW!”

It felt so awkward not to say anything after he sneezed, but he also didn’t like being blessed—which, as a demon, was fair, she supposed. Instead, she had started rubbing his arm as a little gesture of acknowledgement, so she reached out and stroked him.

“-snnffft- Thanks.”

“Mm. So, you’re sort of… testing your limits?”

“You could seh-heh- s-say that. Oh, gods, it burns.”

Noelle shifted her weight and fidgeted with her hands as a strange feeling crept into her. There was something about his effort to hold back, stubbornly withholding relief from his tortured nares, florid and sniffling and begging for release from the burning tickle of the pepper that still clung to him—it made her want to see him fall apart and succumb to a fit all the more. After living with the incubus for so long, perhaps he’d rubbed off on her more than she thought.

“Gosh, you poor thing. Um, let me get something to help.”

As she crossed the kitchen she wondered what he thought she meant. Perhaps a remedy to ease his symptoms. Instead she accessed the pantry and reached up amongst the hanging bunches of drying herbs, taking down a fairly fresh bundle of fragrant lavender. The sing of her pulse raced in her veins. Managing her excitement was key—with him already being sneezy she could get away with a certain level of interest, but if she let herself get too hot and bothered the demon’s intrinsic sense for her arousal might tip him off that she was up to something.

She kept the herbs hidden behind her back as she approached Oraion. The demon was still absorbed in rubbing and sniffling and trying not to sneeze. Noelle bit her lower lip. She had never done something this bold before. Despite her best efforts, Oraion must have suspected something. He paused with a knuckle under his nose and locked eyes with her.

“M-Mistress-?”

It was now or never. One last step to cross the remaining space between them, and Noelle produced the bundle of lavender. She had meant to wave it beneath his nose, but she was so nervous she actually shoved the flowers directly into his face. One of the flower heads poked directly into a nostril.

“O-oh, oops…”

The effect was instantaneous.

“Wh-what are you-?! hehh-HEHH! HAESHIUU! heh-TCHOO! ih- hih- HIHH- HIHH’SHIIEW! Guh- l-lavender- -snnff- M-Mistress you know hehh-how muh-much lavender tiihhhckles me! hiihh! hiih’ISSHU-ISSHU-ISSHU-hih-SHOO!”

Noelle bit her lower lip and pulled back the flowers.

“I-I know, but don’t you think you’ll feel so much better if you let out all those sneezes you’ve been keeping in?”

“B-but th-eh-heh-hehISHIUU! th-the p-pe- heh-hehh-HEHH’TCHiu! p-pepper, I- heh- I can’t- HEH!”

“Mm-hmm, so you’d better sneeze it all out, now, okay?”

With a little more care, Noelle shook the flowers just in front of his nose. Ever the obedient Servant, Oraion’s eyes squeezed shut as his chest heaved, sucking in a great, hitching breath.

“ehh-hhHEEHHhh! hehHHSHHHIIIEW! ah-hahh-aaahhh! GEH-SHHIIUUU!”

Desperate to expel the combined onslaught of the burning pepper and allergenic pollen, Oraion’s suffering sinuses unleashed sneeze after violent sneeze with hardly a moment for breath. He’d had helpless fits before, but never had the urge felt so damned intense. It burned and itched along his entire nose, from nares to bridge and back through his nasal cavity. It wouldn’t be so bad if it felt like the sneezes were earning him any actual relief. Instead he just sneezed and sneezed while that spot just below the bridge, his most sensitive and ticklish, buzzed with a tortuous intensity.

He pressed the back of his hand beneath his nose and quickly dampened it with a messy sheen. Tears streamed from his eyes, which he could hardly keep open, but he noticed that Noelle was holding something up other than the cursed bundle of lavender: a handkerchief. He’d no idea what had gotten into her to make her torment him so, but he wasn’t about to let her have all the fun. Instead of grabbing the handkerchief, he grabbed the hand holding it with both of his own and pulled it in so she was holding the cloth to his nose. He’d see to it she felt every last outburst of this fit she’d inflicted on him.

Even muffled into the handkerchief his sneezes were heavy and unrelenting. Now touching Noelle skin-to-skin, he could even more clearly sense her arousal. Gods but she was enjoying this, wasn’t she? Little sips of pleasure flowed into him, and the more his sneezing thrilled her, the more he began to enjoy it himself. Build and release—he couldn��t deny it was almost like sex. Now if only he could breathe.

Noelle began to worry that maybe she had gone too far. It took quite some time before Oraion’s fit showed any signs of stopping. When it did begin to slow down, though, she noticed that the little sounds the demon started making in the growing spaces between each sneeze were almost… erotic. As if she wasn’t already turned on enough. When he’d forced her to hold the handkerchief for him, she thought she might faint on the spot.

“Ngguh…-snnf- Since when did you ge-get so aahssertive? HEHshu!”

Noelle dropped her chin slightly while looking up at Oraion over the rim of her glasses.

“I suppose I have a good teacher…”

Oraion’s own scarlet eyes lit up with a hungry gleam.

“Oh, you’re going to be the deh-death of m-me- heh! HEH’ISSHIEW!”

He finally let go of her hand and took the handkerchief himself, blowing his nose into it several times. Noelle touched his elbow.

“Should we get you cleaned up, then? After that, maybe we could… lie down together. You know, until you catch your breath.”

Oraion chuckled. “Oh, are you certain you want to do the cleaning up part? -snnff- Don’t want me getting pepper all over the bed? All over you?”

“Hm, that might be a little less pleasant for me than you think.”

“Well, that’s fair. Don’t want it getting into any sensitive places… hehsshhiu! -snf- Plus that adorable nose of yours is so regrettably stubborn. Someday I’ll tease a sneeze out of you, Mistress. -snf- Soon as I find something that works, anyway.”

Noelle blushed. “Oh, y-you don’t need to worry about that.”

“I know I don’t, but it would please you.” He touched her chin with his fingertips. “And I am always looking for new ways to do that.”

#accidental mistress #oraion the allergic incubus #noelle the awkward witch #snzblr #snz #snz kink #snz ocs #sneeze kink #snzfic #sneeze fic #snzfucker

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amnesiamilk · 7 months

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your pronouns are she/they..right :)))?

guh huz . Yep. But she/her is fine w me . So is they/them. Or he/they. Or he/him. Or

I’m good w whatever is more natural for u to call me 💪💪💪

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seonnie-gogo · 2 years

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Not Too Loud, Trashmouth (pt.1) 🍀

In which Stanley finally shuts Richie up with a game of Gay Chicken.

all characters aged up || high school juniours

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"aw, are you scared to pop your mouth cherry, staniel?"

stan rolled his eyes harshly as bev let out a soft chuckle. he knew he shouldn't have agreed to playing this, but now he had no excuse not to.

unless, of course, he was a chicken.

"i'm a-assuming that you know how the guh-game works, stan?" bill asked quietly, popping a potato chip into his mouth as eddie shifted in place.

"yes, i know the rules. you and your competitor do increasingly sexual things until one of you tap out-"

"which will be you, by the way." stan glared at the boy, his glasses falling down the bridge of his nose and his curls falling sloppily into his eyes.

"god, why do i let you people talk me into these things?" mike reached over to scoop a few jelly beans into his hand.

"well, you know you don't really have to do it if you don't want to," he smiled a bit, giving a few of his jelly beans to ben.

"you'll just be a chicken. nothing wrong with that." stan let out a heavy sigh.

"and here i thought you were the nice one, mike." mike flashed him an innocent smile before downing his handful of candy.

"can you just hurry up and start? watching people hold hands is already gross and unsanitary enough, i really don't want to watch you kiss."

"maybe if stanny here is as cool as he claims to be, you might even watch us fuck-"

"beep beep, richie." stan groaned, reluctantly scooting closer to where richie sat.

richie simply chuckled, pushing his glasses back up to his face as he gave stan a condescending look.

"don't worry, eddie. stan is way too much of a virgin to do anything more than holding hands, and even that's a stretch." bev and ben shared a snuffed giggle as eddie scoffed softly.

"i wuh-wouldn't let him talk about m-me like that, stan." bill smirked as he popped another chip into his mouth, receiving a deadly glare from stan.

"so, curly, you gonna prove me wrong or further solidify your mega virgin status?" stan took in a deep breath, taking a few seconds to compose himself before he slapped richie in the face.

"fine, let's get this over with so you can shut the hell up already. you start." richie let out an airy chuckle, glancing at the rest of the group as they looked on in amusement.

"watch this." his eyes soon landed on stan, giving him a quick once over before scooting closer to the boy. he gently placed a hand on his thigh, squeezing softly before looking up at him.

"woah, i'm surprised you didn't bust your nut already, stanny." stan rolled his eyes, looking up at the taller boy.

"whatever, richie." stan decided to mimic richie for now, placing his hand a bit further up his thigh before squeezing slightly.

richie hummed softly, leaning a bit closer to stan as his hand trailed up stan's thigh further, his other coming up to sneak under the hem of his shirt. he shivered softly as the chill of richie's long fingers.

"why are your hands are so fucking cold?" richie shrugged, a toothy smile coming to his face. he let out a bored sigh, taking a few seconds to think. he wasn't keen on having this game last long, so he decided to ramp up the intensity a bit.

"you already thinking about tapping out, stanny? didn't know you had a hand kink-"

"fuck, shut up, richard." richie let out a loud cackle, accompanied by a short chorous of giggles from their spectators.

stan's grip on richie's thigh tightened slightly as he hoisted himself off of the ground, sliding surprisingly cleanly into richie's large lap. richie let out a surprised hum, followed by a low whistle from bev.

stan took a glance at the group, scoffing at how overly invested they were before turning his attention back to richie and his annoyingly cocky face.

he could feel his large hands coming up to hold his tiny hips, his thumbs rubbing tiny circles into his skin. richie laughed softly, looking up at stan with those mischievous eyes.

"you're a lot bolder than i thought, staniel," richie cocked his head a bit, squeezing stan's hips as his hands trailed up his shirt.

"i honestly didn't think you'd get this far, you being a virgin and all." his hands finally came to a stop just above the waistband of stan's shorts, his cold fingers making stan's skin jump slightly.

stan cocked an eyebrow. as much as he usually amused himself with richie's annoying banter, it was starting to really piss him off. he really needed to shut him up once and for all.

"you know what, richie?" stan said quietly, not so gently pushing richie to the ground. richie let out a small grunt, his glasses and hair a bit disheveled.

"you're so fucking annoying," he hooked his fingers into the waistband of richie's pants, ignoring the surprised gasps of his friends.

"i really think its about time someone put you in your fucking place, once and for all." his free hand came down to wrap around richie's neck, squeezing just enough to restrict his breathing a bit.

the room was silent, save for stan and richie's heavy breathing and hushed whispers of the group watching them. not that stan or richie were really paying attention.

stan looked down at richie's form, his eyelids hooded behind his glasses, his raven curls splayed wildly across his face, his pretty parted lips and his flushed cheeks.

fuck, was richie... hot?

he didn't have much time to dwell on the growing heat in his tummy as he felt a growing mass against his leg. had richie been getting hard the whole time? was he getting hard, too?

"so uh... is this what a draw looks like?" eddie squeaked out, breaking the two out of their trance. they both looked over to the group, their flushed faces and disheveled look giving away their situation.

bev and bill shared a smirk, watching as the two looked down at one another. bev gently tapped on bill's shoulder to get his attention, pulling eddie into their little bubble. bill figured he might as well pull in mike and ben too, despite the slightly horrified looks on their faces.

"how about we make a bet?" bev whispered, making eddie scoff quietly, but peaked the groups interest regardless.

meanwhile, the two flushed boys simply stared at one another, breathing heavy and tension even heavier as the realisation of their situation began to set in. richie broke out into a smirk, though his breathing was slightly uneven from stan's (gentle, yet unwavering) grip.

"still haven't tapped out, yet? i'm surprised at you, stanley," one of his hands left stan's hips in favour of gripping stan's collar to pull him closer, making him let out a soft yelp.

"you must edge yourself quite a bit, huh?" stanley sneered at richie, his grip growing just a bit tighter on his throat.

"richie, i'll make you tap if it's the last fucking thing that i do to shut that big ass mouth of yours." richie cocked an amused eyebrow, challenge festering in his evil little eyes.

"try me, virgin." stanley huffed heavily, his glare growing hungry and fierce.

"gladly, trashmouth. gladly."

#stozier #richie #stanley uris #richie tozier #it fandom #7 minutes in heaven #stanley is a power bottom #richie is annoying ash #smut #it smut #not really #stephen king it

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