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windfighter · 2 years

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Hanahaki is a fictional disease

Takuya’s cold had come and gone in the blink of an eye. Kouji didn’t want to say he was jealous, but… He coughed into his elbow. That had been almost three weeks ago and Kouji was still coughing up his lungs daily. He had to stop to catch his breath. Takuya noticed him falling behind and stopped as well.

”Are you still sick?” he asked with a grin.

He probably thought it was hilarious. Kouji glared at him.

”I’m not sick.”

He coughed until he was out of breath again.

”Okay, I may be a teeny tiny bit sick, but it’s fine.”

He took a wheezing breath. Junpei took a step closer.

”What’s that sound?”

”It’ll be my foot up your ass if you come closer.”

He took another breath. His lungs wheezed and he had to cough. His head spun from the lack of oxygen and Izumi put an arm around his waist for support.

”How are you still sick?” Takuya asked. ”My cold went away weeks ago.”

”Well, you sneezed straight at my face, you idiot.”

Another cough. Junpei walked closer and but a hand against Kouji’s forehead with a frown. Kouji tried to kick him, but missed and had to grab Izumi to not fall.

”We haven’t really rested since then”, Izumi said. ”Takuya at least got a bit of rest on the island.”

”Yeah, uh…” Junpei started. ”...that’s not a cold any longer.”

Kouji coughed. It did absolutely nothing to clear out his lungs.

”It’s a cold”, he said because he didn’t need anything worse.

”You have a fever and you’re wheezing. That’s at best one-sided pneumonia. At worst the Hanahaki disease.”

”If I need to confess my undying love to him, I’m leaving him to die”, Takuya said.

”I’d rather die than hear that anyway”, Kouji answered.

”No one’s dying”, Izumi said and shook her head. ”That’s a fictional disease.”

”Kouji’s sickness is real thought”, Tomoki said.

”It’s fine”, Kouji said and pushed himself away from Izumi. ”It’s better now.”

He had to cough. Junpei stared at him.

”Take a deep breath”, he said.

Kouji tried, but his lungs just… wouldn’t accept it. They felt full and he coughed, stumbled when it made him dizzy. Izumi grabbed him again.

”It’ll probably do all of us good if we take a break before heading into the dark continent”, she said. ”We’ve been moving and doing things twenty four seven since we came here.

”The world is ending”, Takuya said. ”We don’t have the luxuary to rest, we’re the only ones who can do anything to help.”

”We’re not gonna do much if Kouji dies”, Junpei said.

Everyone stared at him. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked away.

”It’s true. Sure, pneumonia is pretty unlethal at home where there’s medicine and people can help, but here?”

”I’m not going to die”, Kouji said. ”I’m fine.”

”Uhu”, Izumi said and Kouji realized he was still leaned against her. He made no move to pull away. Instead he took another unsuccessful deep breath. Pain shot through his chest and dark spots danced infront of his eyes.

”Yeah, okay”, he admitted. ”A bit of rest sounds good actually.”

His knees folded under him. Izumi let out a yelp as he pulled her with him to the ground. Kouji blinked in surprise. He pressed a hand to his chest and coughed. It hurt and he held on tighter to Izumi. She tried to find a more comfortable position next to him. Junpei grabbed his digivice.

”Spirit evolution!”

Junpei evolved into Blitzmon. Kouji’s head spun when Blitzmon lifted him from the ground. He wanted to say he could walk on his own, that he didn’t need to be carried like a damsel in distress. Problem was that it finally felt like he got enough oxygen into his body and he was pretty sure Blitzmon also saw that.

”I can walk”, he said anyway, but didn’t try to break free.

”Yeah, but this is easier for all of us”, Blitzmon answered.

Izumi got up from the ground and brushed the dirt off her knees. Kouji let out a quiet ’sorry’ and Izumi smiled at him.

”It’s fine, you couldn’t help it.”

Kouji’s cheeks got red and he hid his face against Blitzmon. Blitzmon looked around for somewhere they could make camp, but Takuya found it first.

”Over there looks like a good spot!”

Kouji coughed into his hand and took a shaky breath. The others started walking and he closed his eyes. Maybe he could allow himself to relax. A little.

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Kouji wasn’t allowed to help the others set up camp. He watched them from where he was sat, leaned against a tree. Izumi was working on getting a fire started while Tomoki was making a mattress of leaves and moss for all of them with some help from Bokomon and Neemon. Junpei and Takuya were arguing about whether they actually had time to stay or not and for how long. Kouji wanted to say that it was okay, they could keep going, but he realized he wouldn’t have been able to keep up for more than maybe another day.

”You need an actual doctor”, Tomoki said and sat down next to Kouji.

Kouji glanced at him, but didn’t have enough energy to answer. Tomoki didn’t seem to mind.

”If Junpei is right and it’s pneumonia, you need antibiotics”, he continued.

”How do you know?” Kouji asked and winced. He sounded even worse now.

”Dad got it last year. I don’t remember him sounding that bad though.”

Kouji was still hoping it was just a cold, that way it would get better if he could just rest a little. If he could just give his body time to fight the infection. He closed his eyes and shivered. Tomoki moved a little closer.

”Want a hug?” he asked.

Kouji shook his head.

”Sleep”, he said and coughed.

Izumi got the fire started. She stood up and walked over to Kouji and Tomoki. Kouji watched her and she offered him a hand.

”You’ll be more comfortable by the fire. Tomoki’s mattresses are soft.”

”I did good”, Tomoki said with a smile.

Kouji hesitated. The fire seemed so far away. But he absolutely was not a damsel in distress. He coughed again, leaned forward and pressed a hand to his chest. It hurt so bad. Tomoki patted his back. Kouji grabbed Izumi’s hand and let her help him to his feet. He shivered even more and Izumi put a hand against his forehead just like Junpei had done earlier. Kouji pressed against it.

”That’s definitely a fever”, Izumi said. ”Junpei is right that we can’t keep going with you like this.”

She wrapped her arm around his waist and forced him towards the fire. He laid down. The mattress was soft and he curled up on it, closed his eyes and listened to the others while waiting for sleep to grab him.

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His chest felt like it was full of knives. Kouji coughed and groaned because of the pain. Junpei leaned over him.

”Not good?”

Kouji shook his head. His body shivered.

”Time?” he asked.

”Forenoon”, Junpei shrugged. ”Are you hungry?”

Kouji shook his head. Junpei held a chocolate bar infront of his face.

”Not even for chocolate?”

Kouji rolled over to his other side and turned his back to Junpei. He pressed his arms against his chest.

”Point gotten”, Junpei said. ”Can I at least get you to drink?”

Kouji nodded and Junpei disappeared. He returned just a minute later with a cup of water and helped Kouji sit up so he could drink it.

”The others?” Kouji asked.

His head felt heavy and it was hard to keep his eyes open. He coughed and his face scrunched up in pain. Junpei massaged his back in hopes that it would ease it a little. Mostly it just gave Kouji a sensation to hold on to that wasn’t just pain.

”Takuya’s checking the area for any signs of the corrupted warriors, Izumi and Tomoki are fetching more water and Bokomon and Neemon are gathering food. They’ll be back soon.”

Kouji nodded and leaned heavier against Junpei. Junpei changed position so Kouji would be more comfortable.

”You can go back to sleep, I’m not going anywhere.”

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Kouji somehow felt even worse next time he woke up. He hoped it was because he was resting and his body could finally work on fighting the cold. Takuya was sitting by his side, wiped sweat off his forehead and held his hand. Kouji wanted to tell him to leave, he didn’t need anyone coddling him.

”...hurts”, he mumbled instead.

Takuya squeezed his hand.

”How does anyone get this bad from a cold?” he asked. ”Your immune system sucks.”

”It got into his lungs”, Junpei said from closer to the fire. ”That’s bad for anyone.”

”How much longer ’til he can walk again?”

Kouji blinked and started sitting up. He could walk already and if they needed to move he could move. A cough ripped through him, stabbed at his chest and he pressed a hand to it. He didn’t want to breathe any longer.

Takuya looked at him. Junpei got up from where he sat and pressed a hand to Kouji’s shoulder, gently pushing him down to the ground again.

”For Bokomon’s sake… Kouji, please breathe.”

Kouji took a shaky breath and started coughing again. He rolled up towards Junpei and Junpei squeezed his shoulder.

”If we had medicine I’d say maybe 5 days? I have no idea as it is though”, Junpei answered Takuya.

Kouji closed his eyes and buried his face in his hands. Maybe he’d never get better.

Would his parents miss him if he died?

He bit his lip. He wouldn’t die. He was going to return home. He was going to call Satomi mom before he died. He coughed and curled up further.

”I’ll be fine”, he mumbled.

Junpei squeezed his shoulder and he really wasn’t sure he would be.

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It was even worse the next day. Kouji couldn’t speak, could just barely breathe. He spent most of the day unconscious, the others taking turns to guard by his side and do whatever they could to make him comfortable. There wasn’t anything else to do.

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Junpei was there when Kouji’s fever finally started getting lower and he woke up. Kouji coughed and Junpei put a hand under his head to get some water into him. Kouji didn’t even try to sit up on his own. He sipped on the water and let Junpei lower him again.

”You’ve been out for two days”, Junpei said and there was so much worry in his voice. ”We’ve been doing what we can, but…”

There wasn’t any use trying to speak. Kouji closed his eyes.

”Yeah, you’re right”, Junpei said. ”You need a lot more rest.”

That sounded right, Kouji thought as he slipped into sleep.

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It took another three days before Kouji managed to stay awake for longer periods of time. Breathing was still hard and his chest still hurt, but it was better. Well enough that he could tell Takuya was getting restless.

”We can leave”, Kouji said.

Takuya lit up, but Junpei immediately shot the idea down. They would not be going anywhere until they were sure that it wouldn’t make Kouji worse again. Reasonable, Kouji thought and tried to ignore the feeling of being a burden. He would have said the same thing if it was any of the others. Cherubimon could wait a little longer.

Kouji spent most of the day on his stomach, shifting between watching the fire and sleeping. Breathing was just a tiny bit easier in that position. He even managed to eat half an apple, which seemed to at least relieve Tomoki of some worry.

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Another two days and Kouji could sit up without help. Junpei was still near a lot of the time and let Kouji lean against him. Kouji’s chest hurt less with each day, he could almost breathe normally.

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Two more days and Kouji was getting restless as well. They needed to get going and save the world and return home so he could give his mom the flowers he picked out for her.

He tried to get to his feet, and it made him dizzy. Junpei grabbed his arm and Kouji leaned against him. He could wait another day, he assumed.

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One day became three days. Kouji’s lungs were no longer blocked and the few times he coughed it didn’t leave him winded. He could even stand up without feeling like he would pass out.

”We can leave now”, he said. ”Look, I can even take deep breaths.”

He took an almost deep breath and started coughing. Takuya laughed at him.

”Are you sure?” Junpei asked.

He looked worried and Kouji couldn’t understand why Junpei out of all of them was the one who worried so much. He would have put his money on Bokomon, if he had any.

”Yeah, it’s fine. As long as we don’t run.”

He probably cursed them by saying that. But he felt fine enough, and he was restless, and they needed to move a week ago. Junpei nodded.

”Okay then. But I’ll be keeping an eye on you.”

They started walking after breakfast. Takuya first, with Tomoki by his side. Then Izumi, with Neemon and Bokomon. Junpei walked just infront of Kouji and Kouji glanced at him. Something tickled in Kouji’s throat. He coughed into his hand and got something moist in it.

A single, blue petal.

He dropped it to the ground and massaged his chest. He didn’t say anything. Hanahaki was just a fictional disease after all.

#my writing #sicktember 2022 #digimon frontier #kouji minamoto #junpei shibayama #prompt: I may be a teeny tiny bit sick but it's fine #sick kouji #hurt kouji #author is not a doctor #author was just 10 pages deep into info about pneumonia to write this #am I hinting at junpei/kouji?#maaaaybe #0=)#I have way too much fun writing Kouji having some kind of pneumonia #even if it's medically inaccurate AT BEST #I'm sorry Kouji #I got tired of breaking your legs so now I'm breaking your lungs instead

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matadorofheart · 11 months

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glances between people who only care about romantic ships and people who feel the need to loudly complain about romantic ships

lays down

#why are we acting all high and mighty bc we don't ship romantically #where are the other ship and let ship aspec people i need u #tired of 'it's aphobic to ship aspec characters' they're not real.#if you're tired of seeing romantic shipping everywhere then go make your own stuff that isn't romantic #i don't like it either so i'm trying to focus my energy on making things i do like 🤷#also insane to me that people are like #'i don't care about SHIPPING i only want to explore characters on a DEEPER LEVEL'#like. ?????#character development via relationships is a thing #all of my fics are about relationships #not romantic ones but people can get deep with those too #slapping the romance label on something doesn't make it inherently bad CALM DOWN #all this coming from a romance repulsed person like i'm on ur side #but no need to be a dick about it #anyway RANT OVER SORRY #just tired of feeling like such an outlier in fandom idk #ness talks

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sanguineterrain · 7 months

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how about Jason with the prompt "text me when you get home"? the one time they forget/fall asleep before sending the text and Jay loses hid mind. rushes over expecting them to be dead but they passed out on the couch as soon as they got home

really superbly SCRUMPTIOUS prompt Aud. I love protective jaybird 🥰‼️ thanks for sending something in 🫶

jason todd x gn!reader. worried protective snuggly jason. no warnings really, ya boy is just paranoid and madly in love with you 💓

request something! I rb all fics to @sanguinelibrary

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As soon as you get out of your last class of the day, your phone rings.

You answer it, wedging the phone between your ear and shoulder as you fish in your bag for a couple of bills. You're already walking to the train station.

"Hi, snookie bear," you say into the phone, slightly delirious with hunger and sleep deprivation.

Jason snorts on the other end. "That's a new one. Hey, baby. Y'heading home?"

"Indeed I am."

"Need a ride?"

You wait and listen. Eventually, you hear the sounds of hitting and grunting in the background. You roll your eyes—only Jason would be in the middle of a fight and then ask if you need a ride home.

"No, I'm okay. It's not dark yet. Plus you sound busy."

"I'm never too busy for you," he says immediately. "And it's gonna get dark in an hour. Are you sure—"

"Yes, Jay," you say gently. "I'm sure. Don't worry about me. I'm going straight home."

You're already at the station. There's a good amount of people, students and workers alike. The university is in a relatively okay part of town, especially during the day. You're not worried. It's not like you traipse through Crime Alley on your downtime.

"Okay." Jason takes a deep breath. "Just—just be careful. Text me when you get home."

You note the hint of worry in his tone. Maybe this week has been particularly saturated with crime. Jason tends to get a little overbearing about your safety when he's had a tough week. You know he had go down to Blüdhaven and help his brother—with what specifically, you don't know.

Most of the time, you're sure you don't want to know.

"I always do," you say. The train pulls up to the station. "Ooh, train's here! I'll talk to you later. I'm thinking of ordering takeout. Too tired to cook."

"Okay, sweetheart. Be safe. Love you. Lock your door."

You roll your eyes fondly. "Yes, Jay. Love you too. Bye."

You hang up as you step onto the train. You pull your headphones out of your bag and shut your brain off during the ride. By the time you get off the train, you've lost hope that you'll be doing any work tonight. You're absolutely wiped out after three back-to-back classes.

It's still light when you get home. You lock the door after you get in, the habit ingrained into you, and dump your bag onto the couch.

Takeout is a no-go. You're hungry now and about thirty seconds away from passing out on the couch.

You change into your home clothes, eat a granola bar, and call it a day. You'll eat more later.

You turn off your phone to bar any annoying notifications and fall into bed, eyes closing immediately.

****

The sound of your deadbolt being teared off its chain wakes you up. You flinch and jump awake, trying to blink through sleep. Your mouth is dry from how hard you slept, and your eyesight is slightly blurry from the sudden flood of moisture.

Your bedroom door swings open, and suddenly you're pulled into warm, heavily muscled arms. You hug back on instinct; you'd know the feel of your boyfriend anywhere.

"Jay, h—"

"You didn't text," he says, voice shaking. "You said you would. I was—I thought you were—"

You tense, guilt knocking into you.

"Shit. Jason, I'm so sorry. I meant to, I was just so tired..."

Jason pulls back to look at you, hands still on your shoulders. His expression is stern.

"I'm gonna pick you up from now on. When are your late days?"

"Jay, no, GCU is across town. You can't possibly pick me up three days a week. That's too much! What about patrol?"

"Somebody else is out at this time," he says stonily. "Crime Alley can wait an hour while I get you home."

His eyes blaze green, a side effect of the Pit. You can tell he's putting every effort into keeping a lid on the worry and fear and anger over your silence.

"Jason." You cup his face. "Honey, I'm safe. I'm sorry I didn't text you. I'm sorry I worried you. But your adrenaline is spiked right now, Jay. Everything feels magnified. I don't need to be picked up. I was perfectly safe coming home. Okay?"

He shakes his head, holding your wrists. "Anything could've happened. I was so—fuck, baby, I was so scared. I-I checked the station footage and the traffic cams, and I didn't see you after you cut through the park, and I thought—I was sure you'd—"

Jason pulls your arms around his neck and buries his face into your shoulder. He supports you by the backs of your thighs, tugging you into his lap. Then he clings tight.

"Oh, Jay," you murmur, petting his curls. "I'm alright. This end of Gotham isn't so bad. And I know you'd have found me even if something had happened. But nothing did."

"Can't lose you," he chokes out.

"You won't lose me, honey," you say. "You keep me safe."

He trembles in your embrace. You kiss the shell of his ear and continue to pet his hair.

"Let me pick you up tomorrow, at least," he pleads. "We'll get dumplings at that place you like. You barely ate anything when you came home."

"Okay, Jay," you say, because you know he needs that reassurance. He won't relax without it. "That sounds good."

You keep stroking his hair. "Y'wanna order in now?"

"In a minute."

Jason lays you both down on the bed. He throws a leg over yours and pulls you into his chest. It's now that you see just how much tension is locked in his shoulders. He's exhausted.

"Jus' wanna hold you for a bit," he says, lips resting on your shoulder.

He's drowsy, the adrenaline finally ebbing. You close your eyes and snuggle into his arms.

"You can hold me for as long as you want," you say, threading your fingers with his. "I'm not going anywhere."

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #jason todd fanfiction #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood fanfiction #batman fanfiction #dc fanfiction #inbox #blurb

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rowarn · 6 months

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mean keegan ): orgasm denial, ruined orgasms, punishment, condescending keegan too <3 brat taming i guess???

he's so unbelievably mean. always edging you, denying your orgasm, or sometimes plain ruining them just for a little laugh. he talked in that slow, deep, condescending voice that makes your cheeks flush in humiliation. he goads you, sugar-coated words that sound sweet but are just filth.

and you had enough one night, attempting to take control and give him a taste of his own medicine. the only problem was that keegan was unbreakable.

"come on, you can do better than that, right?" he chuckles in your ear, arms folded beneath his head as he watches you slowly bounce on his cock, "you're not going to make me cum like this, you know."

you glare at him with teary eyes, making it much less threatening than you intended, "i'm not doing this to make you cum! i wanna cum."

he raises a brow at that. it should have been a red flag but you were too distracted by the way he prodded against your cervix when you sunk all the way down on him, wrapping him up in the tight heat of your cunt.

"is that so?" he asked slowly, cocking his head to the side as he watched you.

he had to admit, you were cute like this. your hands planted against his chest, fisting his shirt. you hadn't even bothered to strip him, simply fishing his cock from his pants and stuffing yourself full. you were completely naked and he was grateful for that because it meant he got to watch your pretty tits bounce as you eagerly fucked yourself on him.

your arms trembled from supporting yourself and he could tell you were quickly tiring yourself out from the bouncing. but your moans were so sweet and the way your eyes rolled when you managed to hit a particularly pleasurable spot was enough for him to allow you to continue.

"you strugglin' there, sweetheart?" he chuckles, lopsided grin widening when you glare at him.

"sh-shut up," you snap, "c-can't concentrate with you running your stupid mouth."

he chuckled again, much darker than before but you didn't notice. too preoccupied by your own wet cunt full of fat cock.

you were cute but this little attitude you had wasn't.

"you should watch it, darlin'" he warned, giving you a chance to change your attitude.

"shut up." you snapped again, this time moving to slap your hand over his mouth.

he huffed, staring at you through his lashes. you worked your hips over him, bouncing on his cock eagerly. your thighs twitched as you moaned, whining as the pleasure grew and grew with each sloppy movement.

you were so wet, dripping down his cock and leaving a creamy little ring around the base of him. he wanted to make a comment but your hand was over his mouth and he wasn't going to move it. he wanted you to make the smart decision and do it yourself before you regretted it.

but you were lost in pleasure. your orgasm building and building. he could tell with the way your eyes rolled back and your pussy pulsed and clenched in that familiar way.

he counted down in his head.

3...2...1...

just as the orgasm you worked so hard for began to wash over you, he had you pinned against the bed, a hand around your throat to keep you in place. he pulled his cock from the tight clutch of your cunt, watching as you thrashed and wailed in agony as your orgasm faded, washing through you with absolutely none of the pleasure. ruined.

keegan simply stared down at you with cold indifference as little tears trickled down your cheeks. you glared up at him, hands slapping his shoulders and chest in frustration.

"i told you to watch it," he explained, cocking his head as you tearfully stared up at him in defeat, "i tried to be nice, baby, but you had to push it."

"keegan..." you whined in despair, sinking into the pillows.

"i know, baby," he cooed, that irritatingly conscending tone making its appearance, "but i had to teach you a lesson."

"i'm sorry..." you tried pathetically, "i'll be good, kee."

he huffed through his nose, "too late for that, baby," he reached up to wipe a stray tear away from your cheek, "here's what's going to happen. i'm gonna fuck you. i'm going to cum and fill you up. you're not going to cum at all and if you do i'm gonna ruin it like i just did. understood?"

your soft features dissolve into sniffly little tears as you shake your head and babble, trying to convince him to let you cum, to make you cum. but a firm glare from him and squeeze to your throat has you agreeing with a pathetic sniffle.

"good," he sighs, slowly pressing his cock back inside your sticky, pliant little cunt, "maybe if you apologize for being such a brat, i'll think about letting you cum once tomorrow. so be sweet and tell me how sorry you are, darlin'."

IM DOIN BREATHING EXERCISES FR BRO

#keegan smut #keegan p russ smut #keegan x reader #keegan p russ x reader #cod smut #cod x reader

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