period? no problem.
sypnosis : the hsr men try to make your periods feel just a little bit better!
content : periods (duh!!), blood stains, just a bunch of fluff :3
pairings : aventurine, dr ratio, jing yuan, dan heng
tagging @lia-loves !
AVENTURINE ೀ
“what the..” you groan, your sleep disturbed by a sharp pain in your chest as you sit up. suddenly, you feel something strange between your legs— fuck.
you had completely forgotten your period was coming soon and did not bring pads when you were staying over at your boyfriends place.
and not only that, theres now a dark red stain on his expensive sheets.. oh no, what do i do..?
in panic, you get up and attempt to remove the stain, your cramps aren’t helping and his sheets are pure white, everything you do is futile.
suddenly, you hear aventurine yawn, his eyes opening from the noise. “mmf.. name?” his head turns to you, and then the red stain.
don’t get me wrong, aventurine isn’t completely stupid. but does he look like the guy to know anything about periods?
of course, his first thought is to panic, bombarding you with questions.
“why are you bleeding?” he asks hastily. “are you hurt?” he looks so worried, and you have to explain to him what a period is..
once you explain however, he feels a bit silly. all that panicking for what?
“ahhh, i see.” he chuckles. “well thats my bad..dont worry about the sheets, ill replace them.” he smirks at the apologetic look on your face, reassuring you its okay. he’s rich anyway!
“so uh..you need pads?” he asks, a little confused.
“yes aven, make sure you get the one with the wings.”
“the wings? okay.. what brand?” it was honestly cute seeing him so clueless. “any is fine.”
“do you need anything else?” he strokes your back, god he makes you fold so effortlessly. “maybe ibuprofen and some snacks…” you ask shyly.
“yes ma’am.” he teases you, making you smack his arm but its alright, hes overall pretty sweet, he takes some time to get used to your mood swings but he tries to lower the teasing by a notch.
VERITAS RATIO ೀ
you guys were chilling on his couch, he agreed to watch some movies with you. it was hard convincing him because he thought it was ‘a waste of time’.
you move closer to him, now holding onto his arm. you think the pain in your stomach is from the horror movie, but the feeling between your legs does not go unnoticed.
you’re not sure what to do, you’re hesitant to tell your boyfriend about it but ratio picks up on your uneasiness.
“is something the matter?” he raises an eyebrow. “if you don’t like the movie, we can stop no-“ you shake your head.
“um, veritas..” you look away. “im..on my period.” you admit shyly.
he immediately understands, nodding. he offers to help you clean up, preparing a nice bath for you. while you’re in the bath, he prepares his fresh clothes and a towel.
and you don’t have to tell him, he’s already out to the nearest medic store buying you pads (with wings) and medicine.
prepares some warm tea for you aswell while were at it.
you’re honestly baffled at how gentle and caring he is. ratio is a smart man, and he has studied about women periods so he knows how to take care of you and make you feel better.
definitely cuddles you after and reads a book to you.
JING YUAN ೀ
you were at your home when you got your periods, your boyfriend was on general duty currently even though he wishes he was with you instead.
you were curled up into a little ball on your bed, these cramps are gonna be the death of you, you swear.
you finally found the strength to get up and take some ibuprofen—only to find out you’ve run out. can your day get any worse? it does.
you decide you’ll live, its just some cramps after all.
you go to change your pad— youve run out pads now. isnt this great!
you’re FUMING with anger right now, these periods are making your blood boil and you really want to punch something, you take out your phone and immediately click on your boyfriend’s contact.
“home with pads and ibuprofen.”
“NOW.”
if jing yuan had to ever be scared of a text message, it would be this one. he doesn’t bother to think twice before he excuses himself from the seat of divine foresight.
he grabs the pads you need and ibuprofen and he welcomes himself inside your home.
he dares not to say anything as he hands you the items (as well as some snacks.)
you’re a little less angry once you change your pad and take some ibuprofen, you demand some cuddles and affection and all is well!
DAN HENG ೀ
you got your periods while he was away for a mission.
you didn’t wanna worry him or stray him away from his mission so you decided not to let him know, you didn’t want him to mess up afterall.
but of course, he soon found out because of himeko, as your boyfriend it was his job to take care of you! so you did get a lecture later for not telling him.
he asked himeko if she could take his place in the mission while he takes care of you, she said yes, teasing him about being smitten for you which caused a blush to spread across his cheeks.
he’d help you do mundane things, even if you were capable of doing them. he didn’t want you to lift a finger at all.
he let you chill with him at the data bank, he tells you about some unknown species from different planets while you rest your head on his lap.
instead of listening to his yap though, you fall asleep to his voice. his voice eased your cramps somehow, he’s just really calming to be around.
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Randomly consumed today by the thought of henghill cuddles, but like from a specific point in their relationship, like after they've only recently started laying in the same bed together.
It's something that takes them a long time to work up to; they both have nightmares, and yeah, Dan Heng is a Vidyadhara and he can heal himself beyond anything Boothill could accidentally do to him, but still. Boothill is made of metal now. He's heavy. It wouldn't take much, just a single flailing limb to cause some damage. He still gets up after Dan Heng falls asleep, and sneaks down into the guest cabin in one of the other cars.
But he'll lay in bed with Dan Heng until then. At first Boothill would always try to situate a blanket between them, because well. Metal isn't exactly pleasant to cuddle. But more and more lately, he's noticed Dan Heng keeps worming his way around their soft barrier and just kind of...rubbing his hand along him? Open palm up the curve of his side, across the planes of his chest, into the star-shape at his solar plexus, down the plates of his abdomen, back to his side again. Fingertips tap soundlessly against metal, or press into dents and divots, or smooth over old scars in the steel.
"Ya don't hav'ta do that, ya know."
"Does it bother you?"
Dan Heng's hand has already stopped, settling somewhere on the futon, neutral ground. Boothill clarifies that no, it doesn't bother him. But he can't feel any of it. He only knows he's doing it because he can see the motion out of the corner of his eye. Dan Heng doesn't need to go through the extra effort to do things for him like he would someone with a normal human body.
And Dan Heng goes quiet, just long enough that Boothill gets curious and turns to look at him over his shoulder. He has the cute little furrow between his brows, like when he's thinking.
And then he opens that pretty mouth of his and says, "That's alright, I think I'm doing it for myself, anyway" and Boothill nearly wheezes because wow, Dan Heng is almost never quite that honest when it comes to himself fdklsajlkd
Boothill cackles in surprise and asks point blank what he means, because what could he be getting out of that? Given the implied permission, Dan Heng's hand starts it's usual route again. Side, chest, solar plexus, abdomen, side. Boothill can practically hear him chewing on his words.
"I like that you're warm," is what he finally says, and Boothill suddenly feels like a bullet has just grazed something vital. "All the processes you run increase your temperature," Dan Heng's hand fans out across a span of steel and he holds it there, like he's soaking up the heat. "And your metal is smooth, it feels pleasant to touch," his fingertips move in circles, slip into a divot perfectly sized, rub back and forth. Boothill silently wills one of his cooling fans threatening to open up to stay closed.
"I like how you feel under my hands. That's all." Headshot! No recovery possible.
"...Suit yerself, then," and Boothill quickly turns back over before Dan Heng can see it in his face, how close he just hit to his heart.
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