While it is an absolute joy to watching someone struggle with speaking through hiccups, it is equally delightful to imagine someone trying to focus on their companion as they speak while trying to ignore and smother hiccups.
Are you casually covering your mouth with your hand? Are you readjusting yourself? Are you swallowing down as you continue to hiccup? Are you craning you neck down during a cluster as you look up toward the speaker?
Did you just pat your chest? Did the hiccups encourage a soft belch you put a fist up to your mouth to suppress?
Are your little verbal responses like "uh hm, mmm, sure" being interrupted by hiccups breaking through your attempts at keeping them quiet leading you to excuse yourself?
"Scuse me! Humpk!"
The person you're speaking with, are they simply smiling in mild amusement at your predicament? Did they fumble over a word getting distracted by your movement and sounds? Are they flustered when you feel one of those back-to-back clusters hit you and you grunt a little or give a little "whew!" as you take a breath after?
Do you keep your answers short even though you're normally way more verbose? And why do they keep encouraging you to talk? Keep asking you more involved questions?
Why are they shifting in their seat like they're uncomfortable and keep clearing their throat and rubbing their head, threading their fingers through their hair?
Can't they see you're struggling and you don't want these things to get too loud? You know it's annoying, but they don't seem to mind.
But another person starts talking in the friend group and you try and pay attention to them, grateful to have the pressure taken off you. You can hear your hiccups in your ears and hope they aren't as audible to everyone else as they are to you. You hope they don't hear the small grunts "hmms" you can also hear yourself making.
You struggle to follow the conversation as you catch the previous talker now glancing at you, watching your ridiculous choreography meant to not draw attention to your belly jerking and your shoulders jostling, but just ends up accentuating the hiccups instead.
Finally, you just give up the attempt at posing and relax your body, letting the hiccups have their way with your body, though respectfully you do muffle them for the benefit of others.
Ultimately you decide to take a walk, excusing yourself because your chest is starting to ache from holding them in. The one who was staring at you excuses themselves, too, offering to walk with you. With a smile, you accept.
"Kinda ru-Humpk!-rude try--ing to m-Hup'k!-ake me t-Hmpk!Hmpk!-talk-HUCK!-uh..." you say.
"I dunno, man. Just wanted to...make sure you weren't feeling left out," they reply with a wink.
"What am I gon--na do w-Hmpk!Hmpk!-uh-Hup!Hup!H'up!-ah! With you?" You take a deep breath before more hiccups steal it, rubbing the middle of your chest at the tightness so many hiccups in a row caused.
They shrug, "I can offer suggestions..."
You roll your eyes upward and chuckle, letting your rib cage jolt your body with more hiccups.
"Atti-Hic!-Atticus..."
"Otto..." they echo.
You look around for seclusion, shadow, isolation. You're used to hiding due to your past experiences in questionable life choices. Who knew it would become so useful at this point in your life? You certainly couldn't have predicted any of this.
You put a hand on your belly to feel it jiggle and pooch as you nod to an area you've found. A smaller hand joins yours and you lead it underneath yours as you match their smaller steps going towards the goal.
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another short installment of t@dc, same au as my last one!
i feel like i should add here, this j@x goes by l¡ly, im just using censored names for all of them. and as a trans person, if anyone wants to misgender her or tell me shes bad trans rep, i will just straight up block them. im not dealing with that. she is the most seen i have almost ever felt in trans rep, and just because its 'ok' to use he/him for her doesn't mean its not deeply uncomfortable to do it in anything but referring to her past/pre-coming out. this blog is a j@x/l¡ly loving blog
Frog shut the door behind her and immediately laid down next to Jester. Ever since their rooms had been combined it had felt cozier. Jesters velvet curtains lined the walls, her red wardrobe and dresser across from the bed. The curtains that had surrounded her bed now hung around Frog's lily pad bed. Other than the additions, Frog's room had stayed the same. It had been expanded in size though. Frog adored it.
"Jester," Frog poked her girlfriend's shoulder. "You awake?"
"Wha- Huh?" Jester startled slightly, blinking at Frog. She processed for a moment, then shifted to rest her head on Frog's stomach. "'m up."
"Sure you are," Frog laughed. Their hand came to pull off Jester's hat and began fidgeting with her hair. "I have something I want you to try, if your ok with it."
"What is it?" Jester turned her head to lean into Frog's hand, wide multicolored eyes blinking at her.
"I have some candy's I got from Teeth. They give people hiccups." Frog blushed a bit, not meeting Jester's eyes.
Jester furrowed her thin eyebrows. After a moment she gasped. "You like hiccups! That's why you were acting off when Bunny had them! You like her~"
"I do not like her!" Frog protested. "I mean, I do, but just as friends! I love you, not her!"
"You can love us both you know," Jester's expression softened. "She's pretty and funny as hell, even if she's an ass sometimes. I wouldn't be against her joining our relationship."
Frog stared at Jester. "Like polyamory?"
"Yeah," Jester shrugged. "Anyway, can I have the candy ?"
Frog handed it over, slightly dazed. An odd giddy feeling rose in their chest, but she put it up to Jester being about to eat the candy. That was definitely why. No other reason.
Jester chewed the candy, making a face at the taste. Frog laughed at her expression. It was endlessly funny how Jester seemed disgusted by sweetness. The amusement of the moment immediately turned into adoration and a bit of lust when Jester hiccuped.
Jesters hiccup were silent, but their effect on her body was obvious. They made the large bells on her outfit jerk outward, causing them to jingle. Frog had never seen them actually jingle or make any noise, and it was adorable to her.
Jester settled onto Frogs lap, a hand resting on her own stomach as it bounced. She tilted her head so she could keep looking at Frog. "S--orry, they aren't hmk very ob--vious or hmk anyth--ing."
Frog shook her head, resting her own hand over Jesters. She let herself just feel the movements for a moment, listening to their girlfriend's bells. "Their perfect, Pom."
"I'm gl--ad you th--ink hmk so," Jester gave a shy smile. Frog reached her other hand to rub across where Jester's cheekbone would've been.
"I love you," Frog let their voice drop softer than it ever would around anyone other than Jester and Bunny.
(She tried not to think about how soft they'd let themself be when they learned Bunny's story. Tried not to think about how Bunny smiled when Clown had interrupted the moment and told Bunny that she made a 'pretty girl'. Tried not to think about how Bunny had broken down in their and Clown's arms, how she'd clung to the bow like a beloved stuffed animal as she cried herself to sleep. The memories were good, so beautifully good, but something about them felt like a betrayal to Jester.)
"I l--ove you hmk too. I'm r--eally glad hmk we met, even th--ough hmk the situ--ation isn't HAULP!" Jesters free hand flew over her mouth. Frogs eyes widened a little, not shrinking as Jester finished her sentence in an embarrassed voice. "Ideal..."
"Why are you embarrassed? That was so cute!" Frog laughed, pulling Jester up to look her straight in the eye. Jester's blush circled had gone neon red instead of the usual mahogany, and they seemed to be glowing a little.
"Th--at was hmk really l--oud," Jester removed her hand from her mouth, looking sheepish.
Frog didn't justify it with a response. She pulled Jester in and kissed her stupid instead.
Obligatory tagging of my beloved/p: @hiccuping-daydreams
And without further ado, I give you, the story! Enjoy!
“VuIcans cannot lie…” Spøck reminded Jım when he'd asked him if he was serious.
When Jım nodded and looked away, trying to think of a new idea, Spøck muttered, “...without consequence.”
Jım sat up in attention, “huh?”
Spøck tilted his head, ever so slightly. Had he said that part out loud? He'd always added it in his head which would not prompt the consequences of his lie.
VuIcans can lie, just not without certain…nuisances occurring.
“Spøck?” Jım gently placed a hand on his arm.
“Yes Jım?” Spøck instantly responded.
“What did you say?” Jım asked him curiously.
“I said that VuIcans-”
“Yes yes, I've heard that part,” Jım interrupted him, “but after that?”
Spøck refused to make eye contact, “I fail to see the significance of-”
“Mr. Spøck,” Jım crossed his arms.
“...I said without consequence.”
“Consequence? Wait, what consequence?” Jım blinked confused.
“I do not wish to disclose this information,” Spøck refused to look at Jım.
“I-” Jım stopped himself from his curious nature in order to respect his first officer's boundaries, “very well…”
Sensing the captain's disappointment, Spøck leaned over and whispered in his ear, “meet me in my quarters later tonight.”
Jım excitedly nodded and Spøck felt something swell near his heart. He made a mental note to stop by sickbay to get it checked out.
~~~
Later that evening, Jım went to Spøck’s quarters and smiled at him as he was meditating. He waited until he was done before greeting him, “hi Spøck, I didn't want to interrupt.”
“Jım, you made it,” Spøck lit up slightly and stood up, “come in.”
Jım smiled and walked inside. He walked over to Spøck and pulled him down for a loving kiss.
Once they finished kissing for a bit–Spøck would never get tired of being greeted with Jım's kisses–Jım popped the question he'd been curious about all day. “Okay, so what is this ‘consequence?’” He placed air quotes on the last word and chuckled at Spøck's confused look.
“The best way to explain it is to just show you,” Spøck told him, taking a deep breath before lying, “I am not Vulcan. HUCK!”
He instantly covered his mouth as more hiccups followed the lie. Jım's lips slowly curved up into a smile.
“Wait, wait, wait…hiccups? Lying gives you the hiccups?” Jım's jaw dropped slightly in amazement.
“Yes, unf-HORK!‐unfortunately,” Spøck could feel the tips of his ears turning green.
“That is so cute, oh my gosh,” Jım chuckled, seemingly unaware of Spøck's embarrassment.
“HUUUP!-uh,” Spøck vocalized, not meeting Jım's eyes as he felt him kiss his cheek.
“Do they hurt? How long do they last? Do other things make you hiccup?” Jım asked curiously, eyes sparkling in excitement.
“No, they do-HUCK!-on't hurt, they stay HURK! until I tell the tru-HOOK!-truth, and not to my kno-HAUK'UP!-knowledge,” Spøck answered the question.
“Whoa…so, if you don't ever tell the truth about the lie you told, then you'd just be hiccuping forever?” Jım tilted his head, fiddling with Spøck's fingers.
Spøck nodded, “yes. HULP! Presumably.”
“Would you mind if I felt them?” Jım asked curiously, his voice barely above a whisper.
Spøck again nodded and led Jım to his bed. He sat down and gently pulled Jım down next to him.
“My dia-HICK'UL!‐phragm is over here HICK!” Spøck took Jım's wrist and led his hand to where his diaphragm was.
Jım's hand bounced with the next “HI'UH!” and he giggled.
“They're strong,” Jım commented, looking up at Spøck. He smiled and kissed his cheek, “thank you for sharing them with me.”
Spøck blushed, his heart fluttering as he cleared his throat, triggering a “HOLP!” that made him slap a hand over his mouth.
Jım only softly laughed and removed his hand. He brought Spøck in for a kiss on his lips, relishing the feel of his muffled hiccups against his lips.
He released, “alright, Spøck, I think you've made your point. You can tell the truth now.”
Spøck nodded, “I am HUP'K! a V-”
Jım interrupted him with a kiss on the lips. Releasing, he giggled, “okay, okay, sorry, go ahead.”
Spøck blinked confusedly, but continued, “I H'GUP! I am a Vulcan.”
The two of them waited and when no hiccups followed the sentence, Jım smiled, “wow, that is quite interesting, Spøck.” He offered his hand and Spøck gently took it, “thank you for sharing this information with me.”
“Of course. I trust you completely,” Spøck told him.
Jım felt his heart swell and he leaned up to kiss his cheek.
au is basically the creators art that confirmed bunny as trans and the 'im so glad i transitioned, jester and frog were destined to fuck' one.
contains: fluff, hiccups, and a horny frog
Bunny flopped down next to Jester and Frog, closing her eyes and leaning against Jester. Jester snorted and ruffled Bunny's hair.
"What happened this time?" Frog flicked one of Bunny's ears teasingly. Bunny shot her a glare, and promptly hiccuped.
Jester startled slightly, blinking in surprise. "It's possible for us to hiccup?"
"Teeth s-aick! saw me hick! and M-ick!-ismatch playing cards and hick! thought hilk! it'd be fun to huck! give the lo-ouck!-oser a puni-ick!-shment." Bunny shoved her face against Jester's shoulder with a groan, trying to muffle the hiccups. Even if it had helped to muffle the noise, it couldn't hide the hiccups themselves.
Frog watched Bunny hiccup with a fascinated expression. Every hiccup forced Bunny's ears straight up and her entire body to jerk hard. It was a pretty impressive digital imitation of hiccups, but it was unfortunately digital. Meaning that even if breath holding didn't have odd consequences, there was no diaphragm for it to reset.
Frog didn't say that though, not wanting to reveal quite how much they knew about hiccups
"Did Teeth say how long they'll last?" Jester asked. She was rubbing Bunny's back, but Frog could see her fighting back a smile.
"Said an 'unspecified hick! amount of time hilk! that will l-ast! 1-4 hours', so I himk! have no idea," Bunny pitched her voice to a whine, glaring at nothing in particular. "I'm hick! going to die Pom-himk!-Pom."
"You're not gonna die," Jester couldn't stop herself from laughing anymore, but she ran a glove through Bunny's hair anyway. Frog smiled faintly.
"I mean, depends on how long they last," Frog joked. "I think I'd abstract if I hiccuped long enough."
(Frog wasn't exactly joking, but it'd likely be more due to their lack of ability to even touch herself during the hiccups than the actual hiccups themselves.)
"Don't ever joke about that," Jester laughed, shoving Frogs shoulder. Bunny grumbled at the loss of a hand in her hair, so Jester returned it.
"I guess we're got a hiccuping rabbit on our hands then," Frog teasingly flicked Bunny's ear. "What will we ever do?"
"Let me m-ouck!-ope until they hick! go away?" Bunny suggested. Her voice was strained from the hiccups, and she was pretty sure if she had to talk to anyone but Jester and Frog, she'd snap.
Jester gave Frog pleading eye's, like asking to adopt a dog. Frog gave in almost immediately. "Yeah, whatever. I'm still kissing my girlfriend though Rabbit."
Bunny just grunted and flipped Frog off subtly.
(Frog obtained ways to induce hiccups again from Teeth later that day.)
Not really many content warnings except gross cuteness and hard hiccups from illness. Mention of masturbation and arousal, as well.
"Hi'URK!-uh...Hi'GURK!-nuh...Hi'URK'URK'URK!-ah, gad!" Otto rubbed his chest with a strained look before his hiccups settled into a more predictable pattern again.
Atticus was pouring tea that had been steeping in a pot with herbs from Margie's shop into a mug. Otto had been hiccuping for around 5 minutes now. Each hiccup threw his body back from his forward lean on the couch in the living room as he tried to watch whatever show he'd pulled up on the tv.
He was at the tail end of some sort of cold that had laid him out for the good part of a week. The hiccups were a new feature, suspected from the congestion that had settled in his throat from his sinuses draining.
The clockmaker didn't have the energy for much. So, he let his body be thrown around by the spasms without much effort to sustain his position. He couldn't breathe through his nose, so the lower octave than normal croaky, gulpy hiccups blasted loudly and uninhibited from his throat. Each one prefaced an efforted expulsion of a grunt or sigh.
Those utterances kind of drove Atticus a little crazy. But obviously satiating arousal with Otto wasn't on the table. He may have felt better, but he was still exhausted and didn't feel his best.
Every once and a while it sounded and looked like a hiccup got stuck and stuttered causing it to hang on in a continued spasm that made Otto bounce more than once as his throat skipped like a CD across the end of the hiccup. Those hiccups left a bit of an urgency to breathe after as the clockmaker sucked in a breath in the stead of them.
As Atticus brought the mug toward him, Otto was blowing his nose again as his neck tensed with each hiccup causing him to follow the movement with the tissue before throwing the soiled paper into a small trashcan he'd settled beside him.
"HUUCK!-muh...HUUU'UUCK!-guh, thanks," Otto said as he took the mug gratefully. He sniffed up another stuttered hiccup only muffled because of having just closed his mouth and pinched his eyes as he rode out the bouncing spasms, "Hm'MMP'MPH'MPK'MK! Whew. Shit. Hi'ULGK!-uh."
Atticus rubbed his back as they sat next to him. Unsurprisingly, one of the baking shows was playing comfortingly on the screen.
"How're you feeling?" they asked.
"Bett-Hur'URGK!-better than I wa-ULGK!-was feeling. Hu'UCK! Sorry about these," he said as he rubbed his chest again.
"Sorry for being unintentionally sexy while sick?" Atticus teased as they rubbed his back again during another hiccup stutter.
"...ULGK'ULGK'UCK!-m'nuh! Sorry for ar--ousing you Hu'UCK! without being able HUURGK! able to-um-to..." Otto frowned trying to find the right word. He rode through a few more hiccups as he rubbed his tired eyes.
"Not being able to jack me off with your sexy belly?" Atty suggestion.
Otto lifted his head with a slightly dopey soft smile.
"Hu'URK! Yeah. That works-HUULGK!-uh," he agreed.
"You are forgiven. You're allowed to not have enough energy to get me off. I just feel bad that you tried to get rid of them and nothing took. Do they hurt?" Atticus grabbed a pillow and put it behind him. "Here, sit back. Your diaphragm is going to give you whiplash."
"Huh? HULGK!-uh. Oh, thanks." Otto sat back with a sigh. The position change only helped a little. Otto's head was still being thrown back, though not as harshly.
Guiltily, Atticus noticed the change in position allowed his belly to be more on view, though. It wasn't intentional, but now they had a hard time ignoring it, especially when another skipping hiccup bounced him over and over again.
Otto sighed after the repetitive spasm and turned toward Atty.
"They don't hurt. HULGK!-uh, just strong. HU'UULGK!-buh. Mm. And I'm tired. Hu'ULK! Kinda wish I coul-UCK!-could take a nap. Hi'UCK! Not gonna hap--happen with these. H'YUCK!-uh."
He reached over to his mug and took a long sip as the writer gave a concerned sound.
"Anything I can do to help?" they asked as they watched the heated liquid cause an acute cluster sharper than the rest of his hiccups were.
"Huck!Huck!Hick!Hilp'm! Mm, maybe rub HUCK!-uh, rub my bel--my belly?" he suggested with a smile.
"Is... this for your benefit or mine?" Atticus asked suspiciously.
Otto shrugged innocently as he gasped in another hiccup through his open mouth, head wobbling slightly after jolting back.
"Bo-Hu'OCK!-both? HUUCK!"
Atticus rolled their eyes but didn't hesitate to put a hand on his soft belly, massaging it as it jolted and jiggled through his undershirt.
For around 10 more minutes Otto sat and watched his show as he hiccuped, blew his nose, and coughed a little. Atticus' hand circled his navel pleasantly as he felt the tremble of his belly each time he hiccuped.
Whether it was the tea breaking up the mucus in his throat or simply his diaphragm calming down on its own, the hiccups finally came to an end.
Otto gave a long sigh when he realized and shoved the heels of his hands into his eyes again as he gave them another rub. He tried to breathe through his nose and found he had created a little headway, but not enough to breathe consistently through his nostrils. Still, it was improvement. The pressure in his head had lessened as well.
"Gonna take a nap now?" Atty asked as they brushed an errant curl from in front of his ear to tuck it into another curl.
"Mmhm," he said tiredly.
"Mind if I join you?"
"Mm! Sure. Yeah, if you want. You tired, too?" he asked.
"Just want to lay down for a bit. After...dealing with something in the bathroom first..." Atticus smirked.
"That's not fair," Otto said. "You can't tell me that. I can't..." he whined, "aw, man, that's not fair."
"When you get to feeling better I'll make it up to you," they said.
"...kay."
Atticus chuckled at the notes of sadness in the response. They kissed his forehead.
"I'll be there shortly, sniffles," they said.
"Yeah. Great. Now they insult me, too," he said with no real seriousness.
"You think I'm charming," they said.
"I am very good at self-delusion," he joked.
"Okay. Okay, sir. Okay, old man. You go settle yourself in your sick bed as I masturbate in our half-bath and I'll be up there to give you care and comfort because I am a good person," Atticus said pushing him lightly on the shoulder.
Otto squirmed his head a little as he gave a slow blink, "Fine." Though the finality of the word was lost as it muffled at the end with his congestion.
Atticus chuckled as they watched him shift and stand up. They watched him shuffle to the kitchen with his now empty mug and shuffle upstairs before darting to the guest bathroom and releasing the tension that had been building for the past 15 minutes.
The writer drifted off to the sounds of snoring beside them and the memory of a soft belly and a soft smile and the herbal smells of tea.
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I wanted inspiration to write just a random fic cause arg, so everyone thank @maggotstrench (i figured out the @ 😭 figuring out what words usernames are when there aren't breaks is not my strong suit) for their dice game!
I rolled a bunch of combos and decided on the combo I got of 69 and 55, so the prompts are Multiplayer and Contagious hics!
I genuinely dont quite know what multiplay was intended to mean? soo im doing my own interpretation!
Warnings; very faint hiccup kink, lotta hiccups, techno babble my love, pre-relationship, pining.
M0th-Scal3s: Light join the vc
unfueled-lighter: hello to you too
unfueled-lighter: i'll join as soon as my mic stops glitching
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Moth paced back and forth, hiccups interrupting his stride. He growled at them softly.
Nearly five minutes later, Light finally joined their chat room. His avatar materialized near the couch.
Light's avatar was short, standing at only around five feet. He always glowed slightly no matter where he was, and his skin was a soft yellow-orange because of this. His eyes were a soft pink, and his hair was long and pastel blue. He didn't look quite human, his eyes were slightly too large, his ears slightly droopy, his fingers a little too long. Moth could only think to compare him to a sunset.
Moth's ears fluttered when he saw Light, before another hiccup made him jump slightly. For the most part, Moth's avatar was perfectly human. Blond roots showed through his dusty pink hair, and the eyelashes above his amber eyes were slightly clumpy with mascara. The only non-human park of him was his ears, which were replaced with a pair of atlas moth wings. The wings pressed backwards against his skull slightly with each hiccup.
"Light, help," Moth whined before another hiccup made his stomach pop out. Light tilted his head curiously.
"Wait, what's happening? Do you have hiccups in real life?" Light questioned, studying Moth's hiccuping form. Moth shook his head.
"No! My avatar just keeps hic-UP!" Moth huffed when the hiccup cut them off. "Keeps doing that! I think it's hic-UP! some kind of glitch!"
Light's eyes widened, and he opened up a code panel. The holographic panel was blurry from Moth's perspective. "Nothing I can find. Come here, let me scan you."
Moth stepped closer to Light, a hiccup making him jump towards Light. He huffed and put a hand on his chest. "Your rigs are certainly hic-UP! hmf immersive, I'll tell you hmk! that. I can really hic-UP! feel these."
Light flushed slightly at the praise. "Thanks. Can I touch you?"
Moth nodded, and Light took their hand to scan their avatar's code. However, just as Light began the scan, Light's stomach popped out with a 'huc!'.
Light froze in surprise. He put his hand to his mouth as another hiccup forced his lips open. "What the huc!"
Moth giggled softly, his stomach going inwards with each laugh and popping out with each hiccup. Light fell backwards onto the couch with a huff. Each hiccup made him have to go back and delete whatever his hiccups had made him mistype.
"Ok, so I huc! think that my code is adapt-huc!-ing to make this world more realistic? Which huc! apparently means a constant huc! 0.0001% chance for avatars huc! to get a case of hiccups. Then it huc! randomly selects a percentage between huc! 5 and 75, which it then uses to check each huc! second if the avatar should huc! hiccup. I think it got sources mixed up huc! and thought hiccups are supposed to huc! be contagious? I need to huc! fix that. But it's not a glitch! It's huc! just an adaptation of the huc! code, like it was programmed to huc! do. I'm not sure how huc! it's selected the sounds, since our huc! hiccups sound different. And theres a huc! bunch of ways to make the percentages reca-huc!-lculate the chances! You can get huc! hiccups from eating too fast, and can huc! increase your chance of the huc! hiccups ending by drinking water huc! and-" Light looked up at Moth. His face morphed into a sheepish smile. "Sorry, I'm huc! rambling."
Moth, who had been silent other than the hiccups, snapped out of the adoring look he had been giving Light. "No, it's hic-UP! interesting! Are we hic-UP! gonna keep it in hic-UP! the code?"
Light hummed softly as he considered, a hiccup interrupting his hum. "I gotta fix the huc! contagious issue, and I think I'll huc! make them even rarer huc! of an event. But huc! our goal is a realistic huc! life simulator, right?"
Moth nodded. "Realistic of an hic-UP! experience, I don't think the floating hic-UPS! islands are hic-UP! very realistic. I gotta hic-UP! fix the models hic-UP! though. Your hoodies hic-UP! clipping through hic-UP! your stomach."
Light laughed softly, glancing down at his stomach as it jolted and clipped through the fleece of his hoodie. It was oddly mesmerizing. "Your modeling is huc! really good. The huc! stomaches even are so huc! detailed, and the huc! rigs are really sm-huc! smooth."
It was Moth's turn to flush at the praise. He gave Light a brilliant smile, his 'ears' flapping happily. "It's easy hic-UP! when I have the hic-UP! best partner."
Moth's eyes went wide, and his ears drooped. He stumbled over his words, his hiccups beginning to come faster. "I mean hic-UP! not part-hic-UP! partners! Co-hic-UP!-worker! Work hic-UP! partners!"
Light laughed, affections flitting through his eyes. He laughed teasingly, "Partners in crime."
Moth nodded, finally sitting down on the couch next to Light. He leaned his head on Light's shoulder. "Do you think hic-UP! we'll ever meet up hic-UP! in person? Or know hic-UP! each others real hic-UP! names?"
Light shrugged, moving to comb his fingers through Moth's hair. "I hope so. We can just tell each other our names, it just doesn't really feel important these days. I know you, name or no. And I'd like to see you in person, but these days, I don't know if it'll ever be possible. That's why our simulator is so important.
"Yeah. Assuming hic-UP! we can finish hic-UP! it without getting constant hic-UP! hiccups." Moth laughed, smirking at Light.
"I'm gonna make them rarer! Besides, I don't see anything wrong with your hiccups. They're adorable." Light started indignant, but his voice faded to an affectionate whisper. His eyes were drawn to Moth's small stomach as it popped outwards with hiccups. Moth leaned against Light's own larger stomach and looked up at Light.
"What, do hic-UP! you like my h-hic-UPS?" Moth teased. Light could feel his face turning red.
"And if I do?" Light returned the teasing tone easily. Moth looked up at Light, at a loss for words. Moth just smiled and pressed himself against Light.
After a few minutes of comfortable silence (bar Moth's hiccups), Moth spoke up again. "Light? Your hic-UP! have been gone for hic-UP! like five minutes."
me and @hiccupscloud27 have been doing a mini series where we have the same prompt and go through giving each member of mcsp¡rk hiccups!
and today is the third and final one, b0nes!!!!!
clouds verison here
tysm for doing this with me cloud!!!!!!!!!!!! love you 💚💛🩵💙💛💚❤️🩵💙 onto the next project! (as if we haven't already started it lmao)
ingredients: confessions, getting together, jealousy, mild medical talk, very faint body worship, lashing out, hard/painful hiccups, loud hiccups, cuddles
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The mission hadn't gone horribly wrong for once. That didn't mean it had gone well however. Le0nard knew that especially well, since he was currently delicately cutting into an ensign's leg to realign the bone. Nurse Ch@pel consistently handed Le0nard the next tool he needed before he even needed to ask for it. Ch@pel was really a godsent, there was really nothing she couldn't do.
Le0nard's eyes drifted to the windows of the room, catching sight of J¡m and Sp0ck. J¡m had been hurt on the mission, not badly - M'B€nga had already used a regenerator on him - but it had been enough to clearly give Sp0ck a scare. That was probably why J¡m’s arms were around Sp0ck’s waist, why Sp0ck’s hand was on J¡m’s cheek, why J¡m’s lips were stained slightly by Sp0ck’s lipstick.
And if Le0nard was being honest with himself, they both looked gorgeous. The harsh white medbay lighting contrasted the warm light of the hallway, making the pair look almost ethereal. J¡m’s eyes were trained solely on Sp0ck, like he was trying to drink the man. Sp0ck's eyes were fonder than they ever were with anyone else.
Le0nard wanted that so badly. Wanted them, both of them. Wanted J¡m to look at him like that, and to hold Sp0ck like J¡m was.
“HULP!”
Le0nard had never been happier to not be holding a medical instrument. His hand flew to his chest as another hard hiccup rocked him. Had jealousy really managed to trigger hiccups again?
The doctor in him said no, it was likely the fact he had forgotten to really breathe as he watched Sp0ck and J¡m. Though that may as well have been jealousy giving him hiccups.
“HOLK!”
Right. He was hiccuping like a madman in the middle of surgery. He pulled himself together and gave Ch@pel an apologetic look. “Nurse Ch@pel, could HUCK you take over HERK here? I don't think HIC-HMK-mmf hiccups during surgery HOLP are the ideal.”
“Of course.” Ch@pel smiled. She waved him off. “Go get water or something.”
Le0nard smiled back, hiccuped again, and turned to leave. It was only a few steps from the surgery room to his private office, but of course in those few steps his body managed to hiccup no less than 3 times. He absolutely refused to look at J¡m and Sp0ck.
Le0nard closed the door to his office behind him and sagged to sit on the floor in the corner of his room, not even bothering with his desk and chair. He did remember to grab his water bottle as he went past his desk however, and he sipped at it desperately.
No luck. Hiccups continued to rip through his body and leave his chest aching. Le0nard finished the rest of the bottle anyway in a desperate attempt. When it still failed, he pushed the water bottle away. It rolled across the floor to the other wall.
He tried holding his breath, which only seemed to make the hiccups worse. He should've known, cures never worked, but he tried every time anyway. He stretched out his legs and placed a hand on his stomach, watching it jerk about.
Each hiccup made his stomach bounce, a small ripple out from his chest that made his back arch. He could feel his throat contracting in sync with his stomach's movements. Le0nard did his best to focus on the movements instead of the ever sharpening ache in his chest.
Le0nard jumped when a knock came at his door. He recognized that knock, it was the knock of a certain half vulc@n holding back his full strength so he didn't dent the door. Le0nard groaned. And than a hiccup interrupted the groan.
Le0nard was so tired.
“Come HULK! in,” Le0nard called, cringing slightly at the interrupting hiccup. The door was practically thrown open, and Le0nard pulled his knees to his chest and pressed his eyes into his knee caps.
“B0nes, what's wrong?” J¡m demanded. Sp0ck stood beside him like a little guard dog. Le0nard wanted to scream.
“Close the HULP! door,” Le0nard grumbled. “It’s HIC-GUP!-ngk just hiccups.”
Sp0ck closed the door obligingly and stepped forward to stand beside J¡m. “Doctor, you are upset.”
It wasn't even a question, that was what ticked Le0nard off most. Sp0ck just assumed he was right, and the worst thing was that Sp0ck was right. Because of course he was, he was Sp0ck. Beautiful, genius, wonderful Sp0ck.
Le0nard was secretly grateful when a hiccup jolted him out of his thoughts. “I’m fine, you HULK-ULP hobgoblin. What would y-OCK! know about HULP! emotions anyway.”
Le0nard knew he was being too harsh when J¡m gritted his teeth and stepped in front of Sp0ck. Le0nard looked away and stared at his hands. He really didn't have a good reason to be so annoyed with the pair. But with the hiccups and the fact Sp0ck was looking at J¡m like J¡m could hang the moon, Le0nard’s guilt got buried in his chest by the sharp aching.
J¡m knelt down next to Le0nard slowly. “B0nes, don't be mean. I know you're hurting, but we just want to help.”
J¡m delicately sat down next to Le0nard, resting his hand in between them as an invitation. Le0nard looked at him with a quickly vanishing scowl. “Sorry. It's HULP! just these damn HIC-GUP! hiccups. I can't HURK!-ngk get rid of HOCK! ‘em and they h-URK! like hell.”
Le0nard took J¡m’s hand instinctively, internally cursing himself for doing so. J¡m intertwined his fingers with Le0nard's.
“That's not all, is it?” J¡m asked softly. Le0nard groaned and dropped his head back onto his knees. Of course J¡m realized too, of course!
“No.” Le0nard grumbled into the fabric of his pants. “No, it's HULP! not. Am HNK I that obvi-OCK-mmf obvious?”
J¡m laughed softly and squeezed Le0nard's hand. “Not that obvious, I just know you really well. Can I help?”
Le0nard's instant reaction was to say no, to push J¡m away, and to shut himself off. But when a hiccup jerked his head back, making him look at J¡m’s obvious concern and Sp0ck's slightly less obvious worry, the denial died on his tongue. “J¡m, make HOLK! your hobgoblin GUP!-ngk sit d-OLP down, please?”
Sp0ck sat down in front of Le0nard and J¡m obligingly. J¡m smiled affectionately at Sp0ck, which triggered a sharp hiccup from Le0nard. Sp0ck narrowed his eyes at Le0nard.
“Alright. I ain't HUCK! telling you this HERK! cause I want HMK! somethin’ from ya’ll, or cause HIC-GUP!-mmf I expect somethin’. I’m HOLK! just explainin’ cause HULK! I don't know how HRK! much longer I can HOCK!-guh keep it a secr-ERK-t from ya, and HURP! I guess I’m sorta HOLP! hopin’ sayin’ HMK! this will cure HULP! the HIC!-cups.” Le0nard glanced between Sp0ck and J¡m nervously. J¡m squeezed his hand and gave him a knowing look. “Damnit J¡m, don't HRK! look at me like HULP! that, I can hear HURK! the ACK!-cent too.”
J¡m laughed softly, and Le0nard couldn't help a small smile. J¡m always gave him the same amused eyebrow raise when Le0nard's accent got thicker, he’d done it since he first noticed Le0nard’s accent before a test. Despite everything, Le0nard could never deny J¡m’s laughter.
Le0nard closed his eyes and sighed slightly. “Al-HUCK!-right. Just let HMK! me talk for a HULP-HUP!-mmf minute, ‘kay? I’ve been HERK! gettin’ these damn HULP! hiccups more an’ more HRK! recently, been damn HILK! good at keepin’ it secret HOLP! too. To keep it HMK! away from the HOLK! medical so an’ ULK! so I know you HOLP! won't keep up HULK! with J¡m, I’ve been HOLK! gettin’ hiccups whenever I HIC-URK!-ngk look at ya’ll. Cause HOLK! I’m jealous. That’s HULP! it.”
“You're in love with Sp0ck?” J¡m said at the same time Sp0ck asked, “You have feelings for the captain?”
Le0nard laughed through hiccups, shaking his head and smiling slightly. “Yes, HOLK! damnit. To both HRK! of ya, yes.”
J¡m blinked in confusion, slowly looking between Sp0ck and B0nes. Sp0ck, however, seemed to understand. “You have feelings for both of us?”
Le0nard nodded, swallowing a hiccup that jolted his stomach and sent another sharp ache into his chest. The room was silent for a few moments, other than Le0nard's continued hiccups and soft grunts.
“Thank fucking god.” J¡m finally blurted. Le0nard turned to him in surprise.
“I do not believe the earth god has any effect on this, J¡m.” Sp0ck reminded, and J¡m laughed. “However, I agree with your sentiment.”
“You know what I mean, idiot.” J¡m poked Sp0ck with his foot. Sp0ck’s lips quirked into a very slight smile as he nodded.
“Explain?” Le0nard demanded, covering his mouth with his free hand as a louder hiccup escaped. J¡m and Sp0ck made eye contact for a moment, and than before he knew it Sp0ck's hand was in his, pulling it away from his mouth. Le0nard yelped in surprise, but he didn't fight it.
“We’ve sorta been trying to figure out how to ask you out? Or like, if we should at all? I mean, you're my best friend B0nes. Our best friend. And we didn't know if you’d want a relationship like this, even if you did like either of us back and-” Sp0ck cut off J¡m’s nervous rambling by clearing his throat. J¡m smiled sheepishly at Sp0ck.
“What J¡m is attempting to say,” Sp0ck paused to bring Le0nard's hand to his lips gently. Le0nard flushed as the kiss pulled another loud hiccup from his chest. “Is that we would very much like if you were a part of our relationship.”
Le0nard’s eyes widened. He looked between J¡m and Sp0ck. He went to reply, but another hiccup made him snap his mouth shut. He breathed shakily and tried again. “I’m guessing HULK! you didn't plan to HOLK! do this while I was HMK-GUP!-ngk hiccuping like a mad HRK! man?”
J¡m laughed again, and it was a brilliant reminder of how much Le0nard loved the sound of J¡m’s laugh. Le0nard tilted slightly to hear it more, and J¡m returned the movement as he spoke. “It wasn't exactly top of the mind, no. We were discussing shore leave or making you dinner. But now’s as good a time as any.”
Sp0ck nodded and squeezed Le0nard's hand. Le0nard let his legs stretch out and rested his head against the wall. “Well HOLK! my answers HULP! yes, if you’re HIC-URP!-mmf offering.”
J¡m whooped and pressed into Le0nard's side, wrapping himself against Le0nard’s arm. Sp0ck squeezed Le0nard's hand gently and leaned very slightly towards him.
“That being HULP! said, the damn HIC!-cups are still HOLK! here, and I know full well HMK! they ain't fun to HURK! listen to, so you don't gotta HIC-GUP!-mmf stay if you don't HUP! wanna.” Le0nard closed his eyes and felt the hard wall pressing into his skull. He was already exhausted by these hiccups, and the sharp aching in his chest had formed into a cramp-like pain Le0nard hadn't felt since he started T.
“No.” Sp0ck squeezed Le0nard's hand tighter.
“Absolutely not.” J¡m said at the same time, pushing closer into Le0nard's side. “We should probably get you somewhere more comfortable though.”
Le0nard's chest tightened with want at the idea, and he nodded shyly. Before he fully knew what was happening, Sp0ck had picked him up like a bride and J¡m was giggling. Le0nard flushed bright red.
He couldn't argue though, since his office’s little couch had never felt better. J¡m basically crawled over him to press himself between Le0nard and the couch, resting his head on Le0nard’s chest. Le0nard wrapped an arm around J¡m and savored the warmth.
“Come on y-OOP beautiful pointy HULKUP!-guh eared bastard.” Le0nard waved Sp0ck over with his free hand. “Stop just HOLK! standin’ there and HRK! join us.”
Sp0ck flushed green at the compliment. “I do not believe that there is room.”
“Just HOLP! lay on t-OCK!-ngk, on top.” Le0nard held out his arm to Sp0ck. Sp0ck hesitantly obeyed, curling up like a cat on Le0nard's legs and resting his head on Le0nard's stomach. Le0nard sighed happily.
He watched as J¡m and Sp0ck bounced with each hiccup. J¡m looked completely at rest, and Sp0ck was quietly purring.
hello! welcome to my analysis of sp0ck from st@r tr€k x hiccups! (with a side serving of sp1rk cause what do you take me for)
As normal for me we're doing creative censoring cause it's easiest for me! so!
sp0ck = sychin (if you understand this then I love you)
am@nda = 'his mother' or amy
s@rek = 'his father' or rek
k1rk = 'his captain' or jim (i feel like jim is a common enough name that it's alright? like i wouldn't be afraid to name an oc jim? soooooo jim)
uhur@ = nyoa
vulc@ns = vucan (yes its lazy, you'll live ❤️)
Ingredients: hiccups, hiccups kink, biological discussions, describing childhood before we get the the kinky bits, me not knowing shit about chess, kink confessions, mutual pining kinda, getting together maybe? depends on how you choose to interpret it., a long build up to the hiccups, me blatantly refusing to describe jim's eye colour (if yk yk), and my nerdy ass
Disclaimer: i started writing this before the new season of snw started, and finished while there are only 2 episodes out. i tried to make this cannon compliant ish, but depending on how the season goes this might accidentally become an everybody lives au? (because i am so so confused how their planning to bring b0nes in??)
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Sychin had never been the doctor's favorite. Far from it. Despite the vucan's proponent of logic, Sychin could tell he was a hassle for the doctors. He wasn't easy to treat, considering his unique biology.
When Sychin first got hiccups at age five, it was unfortunately when his mother was off world. His father had called his mother, asking why his son was suddenly 'spasming like a wild creature'.
His mother had laughed and explained hiccups. His father had remained on edge until Sychin got rid of the hiccups by holding his breath at his mother's direction. Even then, Rek's mood seemed to have changed.
As Sychin grew up, the cure of holding his breath stopped working. The doctors told Amy that Sychin's frequent hiccups were because of his unique biology. Vucan's hearts were right above where a human's diaphragm sat. The unique placement left his diaphragm unprotected, making Sychin very prone to hiccups.
The doctors added it to the list of 'reasons why we secretly consider this cross-contamination', which was officially called his medical record. And life continued.
Vucan schools weren't designed around working together. Sychin's pod was even less so. Rek's influence had managed to get his son a sound proofed pod, so that the other students wouldn't be bothered by Sychin's computer reading text out to him. Vucan society wasn't used to kids with dyslexia like Sychin, or any other disability for that matter. But they had technology that could easily be applied for accommodations.
The sound proofed pod and the solo environment came in handy when Sychin turned 8, and holding his breath stopped curing the hiccups. From then until his 19's birthday, Sychin got used to letting his hiccups run their course.
Then he turned 19. And much to Rek's dismay, he applied to the fleet academy. He was, of course, accepted. And he went, a choice that made his father cut most contact for years to come.
The hiccups became a little more of a nuisance after that. He didn't share a dorm with anybody, but hiccups during class was a different story. So he got good at muffling them.
He worked up the ranks until landing on the head of the fleet as head science officer.
His first captain on the ship filled in for his father, better than his father ever could. He, and then closely the rest of the high ranking officers (and an extremely clever ensign named Nyoa), became his family. When it was only them, he didn't waste the energy on muffling the hiccups that would come every so often.
When his first captain left, his number one, pilot, and security officer left with him. A few others moved to new assignments as well. The new captain, Jim, brought along replacements. Replacements who were admittedly wonderful at their jobs.
Unfortunately that included a new head doctor. Who had access to Sychin's medical records. Which wasn't horrible, but also wasn't something Sychin was over the moon about.
And then there was the new captain. Sychin had already met him nearly a year before.
And they had kissed.
Well, they hadn't kissed by human standards. But they had shook hands. And Sychin's fingers had lingered on Jim's. And every vucan part of him had been set on fire.
So, he knew his new captain already. Which was probably why he had gotten the promotion to first officer.
The promotion meant he rarely left his captain's side. So of course Jim noticed the hiccups that started to shake Sychin's body on Jim's second day as captain.
(Nyoa noticed too. She noticed everything, and she already knew about Sychin's hiccupy tendencies. So that was always a given. She gave Sychin a sympathetic smile and return to her work.)
Jim seemed oddly silent after noticing Sychin's hiccups. Which didn't make Sychin anxious at all, because vucan's didn't get anxious and he was vucan through and through. Never mind the very human reminder that kept jolting him.
It wasn't until their shift was finished and they were walking together towards their quarters that Jim finally said something other than 'keep her steady' and 'thank you lieutenant'.
"So. Hiccups?" Jim asked. His voice was uncharacteristically soft. "I thought vucan's didn't get those."
Sychin swallowed a hiccup, planning his words carefully. Something in his stomach twisted and it was definitely not anxiety, at least that was what he told himself. He told himself a lot of things.
"I a--am not pu--rely vucan." Sychin answered simply. He kept his voice level and neutral. He bit the inside of his cheek in an attempt to make the hiccups less noticeable.
"So, it's a human thing?" Jim asked. Sychin nodded, disguising it as repeated nodding when a hiccup threw his head back.
"My bi--ology is unique. My diaphragm is n--not as prot--ected as a human's typi--cally is." Sychin explained. He looked at the carpet below their feet.
"So, that makes you prone to hiccups?" Jim walked backwards so he could look at Sychin. Sychin nodded again. "But they're so quiet. I would've assumed vucan's would have louder hiccups if they could have them in the first place. Since you're biologically so much stronger than humans?"
"I have gr--own used to sup--pressing them. They can be qu--ite loud wh--en I do not." Sychin had to hold back a smile. He didn't quite know why his muscles were trying to smile in the first place. He looked up at Jim. "H--ave you thought mu--uch about vucan's a--and hiccups in t--the past?"
That made Jim stutter and blush. Sychin quirked an eyebrow at the reaction. Jim stopped as they stood in front of his door. Sychin's was right only a few steps away, and their bathrooms were connected.
"N-Not really? I- I mean not about all vucan's-" Jim blushed a deeper red. "That's not how I meant it. Not like that, I mean."
Sychin lowered his eyebrow. He smirked affectionately, and then immediately forced his lips to go straight again. "Do not worry Cap--tain. I do not un--derstand what you think you have imp--lied."
"Call me Jim," Jim said immediately. He flashed Sychin a smile that made Sychin's heart beat faster. Which in turn immediately worsened Sychin's hiccups.
"Alr-hic!-ight Jim," Sychin kept his voice flat, and restrained the urge to immediately press his hand to his mouth. "Apologies, I hic! am strug-hic!-gling to suppress hic! the hiccups."
Jim smiled, still blushing. "Would you like to come to my room? You won't have to suppress your hiccups. I- Well not that you ever really need to suppress your hiccups, I can send anyone who's rude to you to the brig. But I get it if you're not comfortable with it normally. You don't have to with me, is what I mean."
Sychin couldn't suppress the smile that flashed across his face. "I would hic! be honor-hic!-ed to spend time hic! with you, J-hic!-im. Do you hic! play chess?"
"Do I? I was top of my year at the academy." Jim grinned. He pressed his palm to the pad next to his door and it wooshed open.
Sychin entered the room behind Jim glancing around at the decor. It was mostly fleet standard with only a few personal items. Sychin's room was similar at the time, considering both had only just moved in.
Jim set up the chess board like it was second nature. Sychin sat across the table patiently, taking a breath as he released the hiccups. Admittedly it did feel nice after nearly an hour of suppressing them.
"So, how come it's not fleet gossip that the famous hybrid is so... hiccupy?" Jim asked teasingly, moving his pawn forward.
"I am very good IUCK at suppress-INC-g them. However it H'UCK! is surprising, as the IOP entire previous s-EEK-senior staff was aware HY'UCK of my tendency towards IUCK hiccups and our pilot was HOUP well known for goss-EEP-ing. Perhaps it is what HI'UOP humans call luck." Sychin fell into the rhythm of chess easily. Jim followed suit.
"Jeeze, those are aggressive. Do you want water or anything?" Jim tilted his head at Sychin. Curiously, Jim's blush had yet to diminish.
"I am HUCK alright, thank y-OUP. Cures other than H'OUP waiting have not wor-HEEK-ked since I was IOCK young." Sychin replied. A hiccup caused him to accidentally knock over one of Jim's pawns, making Jim burst into laughter.
"Well, guess that's your pawn now. I'm not gonna argue." Jim said through laughs. Sychin momentarily debated arguing, but decided to take the advantage. Not that he needed it.
Ok, maybe he did need it. He admitted that to himself by the time it was clear that Jim was yet again going to win during their third match.
Sychin had nearly forgotten about his ongoing hiccups. In most situations like this, he would have forgotten about them entirely. Many times in the past with those he trusted he had entirely forgotten about cases even as they continued, simply accepting it as normal (since it basically was).
But Jim was different. Each time Sychin hiccuped, he could see Jim's eyes flicker up and his ears pink tint renew itself. Sychin couldn't decipher why.
"Checkmate." Jim took Sychin's queen off the board in a sweeping motion. Sychin's eyebrows furrowed as he studied the board.
"May I HEEK ask, how do IOUP you keep winn-IOP-ing?" Sychin asked curiously. Jim stiffled a laugh.
"You play without risks. It makes it easy to predict your next move. I don't shy away from risks, and since that's not a very vucan play style, you aren't used to it and can't predict my moves yet. If we keep playing you'll probably learn my play style and I'll be toast." Jim explained. He smiled at Sychin lopsidedly, eyes soft around the edges. Sychin blinked slowly.
"That is a HY'UP logical concl-UCK-usion." Sychin conceded. He studied Jim's face for a moment before pulling his eyes back to the board. "Can I ask HICUP you a more per-SIOK-sonal question?"
"Shoot." Jim only glanced up when Sychin hiccuped. Other than that he was focused on resetting the board.
"You seem HIC intrigued by HUCK my hiccups. Is there a IOUP reason beh-EEK-ind that?" Sychin asked bluntly. He was very much not spitting out the words before his thoughts could tell him to stop. This was definitely a logical thing to do.
Jim immediately flushed red. He looked up suddenly, his hand slipping and knocking over the chess pieces. "Y-You noticed that. R-Right. Of course you did. Uh-"
Jim paused, looking anywhere but Sychin. His adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed nervously. "Right. R-Right. So uh. H-Hiccups. I don't know how to say this without you thinking I'm a weirdo."
Sychin's right eyebrow tilted up. "Jim. I am HOUP not here HIC to judge y-OUP. I am simply HERK curious."
"Right." Jim's eyes finally met Sychin's. Sychin glanced away before focusing his eyes on Jim's eyebrows to simulate eye contact, for very logical reasons that he did not have to explain to himself. Jim continued. "W-Well. I sorta have a kink for h-hiccups? I know it's weird and makes this seem really bad that I invited you into my room first time you got h-hiccups around me. I promise I'm not trying to like, get off on you. You just seemed..."
Jim hesitated before his lips quirked up in a slight hesitant smile. "Like a bit if a wet cat in need of shelter."
That was enough to make Sychin's ears turn green. He opened his mouth to respond, but failed to find words. He hiccuped instead and clamped his mouth shut.
"Say something!" Jim squeaked after a few seconds of silence. Sychin blinked.
"Something." Sychin replied, punctuated by a hiccup that sucked in his throat around his adam's apple and made his stomach bounce.
Jim stared at Sychin for a moment before a laugh forced his lips into a smile. "I meant say something about what I said! Like, reply!"
"I am uns-HUCK-ure how too." Sychin said honestly. He was still processing what Jim had said. But a few things were immediately clear to him. "I do not HEEP think you are HICUP 'weird'. Nor do I think UCK calling me a 'wet HEEK cat' is an appropriate desc-HEEK-ription. I have gotten HOCK frequent hiccups since I HY'UCK was a child, and l-IEK-ikely will continue HEEP too for the rest UCK of my life. And while HICUP they do not cause HY'UCK me pain or much discom-HUP-fort, they are occasionally HY'UCK annoyances. So it is good HEEK to HUCK know that they HEEP can be positive for HUP somebody. So, I suppose, I HOCK would not mind if UCK you 'got off on ICK me', as you HEEP say."
Jim flushed again. He stuttered incomprehensibly, words completely failing him. Eventually he blurted, "You know what I said earlier? About not all vucans and thinking about hiccups? I- um- have only thought about you. A-And you are..."
Jim trailed off. He licked his lips nervously as his eyes glanced down to Sychin's throat. Sychin looked at him expectantly.
"You in reality is better than anything I could've ever imagined."
Sychin's breath hitched. His heart skipped a beat, causing his hiccups to speed up momentarily.
"T-HY'UCK-Tha-HUCK-nk ICK y-OUP-ou." Sychin managed. He wasn't sure if he should be thanking Jim or not, but it was the best reaction he could manage.
"Could I kiss you?" Jim blurted. He was practically shining with how red he was. Sychin sucked in a surprised breath, punctuated by a hiccup.
"You HOCK already ha-EEP-ve." Sychin replied quietly. He held out two fingers to demonstration. "When we HUP first met. Touch-HIC-ing these fingers HY'UP together is a HEEK kiss in vucan c-HUP-culture."
Jim blinked. "Shit, man. I didn't know. I'm sorry."
Sychin shook his head. The tip's of his ears became green once again. "I did HY'OOP not mind."
Jim smiled ever so slightly. He slid the chess board aside so there was nothing between himself and Sychin. "Well. That's good to hear then."
They looked at each other in a comfortable silence for a while. Sychin finally looked into Jim's eyes, examining how they shined in the dim lighting.
"Could I kiss you in the human way?" Jim asked quietly. Sychin's lips tugged up at the rephrasing of the question.
