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valeria-garza-enjoyer · 1 year ago

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Miķelis

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Length: 4,558 words, ~20-25 minute read

Summary: It'd be such a shame if I just left my terrace window open on a hot night to let the breeze in and some big, half human-half tentacle monster comes in through the window, clearly aroused, and sees my wet and loose hole and breeds me in my sleep. Noooo, I'd hate for that to happen!

kinda like doc ock but its natural//part of his body and he's more alien-like 😊

CW: vaginal fingering, masturbation, somnophilia, somno breeding, breeding, tentacle monster/monster sex, cervix penetration, oviposition, rapid pregnancy?, uhhhh idk I’m doing this in order of appearance lolz, egg laying I guess? Idk what you'd call it. also lactation? But it's not really milk, but I guess it's still lactation.

It'd be such a shame if I just left my terrace window open on a hot night to let the breeze in and some big, half human-half tentacle monster comes in through the window, clearly aroused, and sees my wet and loose hole and breeds me in my sleep. Noooo, I'd hate for that to happen!

It's really hot out here in the woodlands of Texas, and my little cottage on the edge of the woods just can't keep up and everything is hot. I don't live particularly close to anyone, so I can go around all day in scantily short dresses or just my lingerie and not worry about anyone seeing me. Some days I just put a little skirt on and skip the panties, just a skirt and a light top you can see my nipples through.

But anyway, it's that time of the summer where it's not even cold at night - you're lucky if it gets down to 80 now. So I go to bed with most of my windows open, hoping it'll bring more air through.

But I don't just go to bed that night, no no no. It was a hot day, I had a few stressful work calls, I need to relax. I've had a few glasses of wine with my dinner, and I have a little left to sip on, so I pull out a small bottle of lube and my rabbit vibrator, my favorite at the moment.

I sigh out a little in relief. I've needed this for far too long at this point. I lube up my fingers and push two in at first. It feels almost foreign with how long it's been since I've been able to give my pussy a little love.

I add a third finger and start trying to loosely separate them, stretching myself open slowly. The slight burn from being out of practice makes this all the more worth it.

I'm getting a little wetter at the provocation, I can't help but smile at the wetness growing between my legs. I think I can use my rabbit now.

I grab my little rabbit and get it in position, slowly thrusting it into myself for the first time in probably a month. I moan out for a man that isn’t there.

I turn up the speed on my vibrator, letting it sit in me for a second, I’m too sensitive to thrust it in yet. Even then, it still feels so good. I needed this. I move it around a little, gasping at the pleasure it brings. God, if only someone else were doing this to me.

I thrust it in faster, panting at the relief it brings. I’m almost at the edge, it’s almost there, I can feel it pooling in my stomach, oh god, oh god oh god oh-

I’m squirting on my fingers and my rabbit before I know it. It was all too much, but I still want more.

I should stop before I’m too sore to work in my garden tomorrow. I turn off and slowly pull my rabbit out, sighing as I get up to clean it. If someone else were here, I wouldn’t have to lift a finger for my aftercare. But here I am, I just fucked my own brains out with a toy and I have administer my own aftercare. How fun.

I wash it of my juices and leave it in the bathroom, I can deal with it tomorrow. For now, though, I lay back down and dim my flower lamp, dusting the room in a pink hue.

I must’ve been sleeping for a few hours when the looming creature creeps in through my wide open bedroom window. He’s tall, at least six-foot-five, dark green in color that fades to a light green at the end of his extremities, and he carries this musk with him; we’re miles from the ocean but I smell the salt and the sand when he enters my room.

But the big thing, though, is that it’s mating season for his kind. He’s been looking for a human to mate with for weeks, and the longer he waits, the more desperate and deranged he becomes. He needs someone to carry his clutch. Now.

And I guess I’m the first easy womb he’s found to harbor his clutch in.

He creeps over, silent and imposing, and looks down at my stretched hole. She played with herself, he thinks absentmindedly. He doesn’t care if I was stretched or not, his slick tentacles would open me up well enough for his eggs.

He growls as his need increases. He needs this now. He grows out two tentacles to wrap around and spread each leg by the ankles, leaving no room for a fight if I wake up. Two more grow from him and stretch out my arms. He gets closer, letting some smaller tentacles trail up my thighs and caress my love handles.

After mapping out my body, he wraps one large tentacle around my waist, keeping me in place as he moves to insert one questioning tendril into my loose cunt.

He makes a lewd sound at the feeling of my walls, excited to have finally found a mate. He thrusts in further, curling round and mapping my womb.

I think this is when I wake up - a rather slimy tentacle all the way in my pussy, pushing against my cervix, and all my limbs and waist being held down by these larger tentacles with suction cups rather than little pores that drip slick. I open my eyes, hoping this is just a dream. I scream when I see his shadowy figure above me, multiple eyes staring at me. A tentacle, small at the tip but quite large at the base - almost as large as the one around my waist - comes straight for my open mouth and shoves itself down my throat. It immediately starts secreting the same fluid that’s being pushed around in my womb, calming and clouding my mind, maybe this is okay. Maybe I do want this.

I have no say when the slick starts leaking from the corners of my mouth, and I have no other choice but to swallow. It’s warm - I think it warms to my body - and it’s sweet, like strawberries and chocolates sweet. Once those first drops are down my throat I can’t help but suckle on the tentacle in my mouth. It just tastes so sweet!

He slides a second, smaller tentacle into my wet pussy - is the liquid an aphrodisiac? I don’t remember going to bed or waking up this wet, I think to myself. This one gushes more of the liquid and helps to stretch my hole open with the other one to let more tentacles in. God, how many is he gonna put in me?

He slowly slides two or three small tentacles in at a time, I don’t know how many, but when he stops, I’m completely full and can barely move. Just as I think he’s finished with the tentacles, he slides one more in, but this one is different from the other ones in and on my body. This one’s cold, large, equipped with both pores and suction cups, and is rather round and larger at the tip, not tapered off like the others. I whimper at the fullness.

And then he starts moving them around, in and out, thrusting in at different speeds.

He finally makes a sound, he shushes me as the tendril in my mouth pumps out more liquid than before. I sigh at getting the sweet aphrodisiac in a larger amount.

I’m getting close, so so close. All of his tendrils are hitting each and every nerve I have, setting my entire body on fire with pleasure. I start moaning a little louder around the tentacle in my mouth, maybe he’ll like the vibrations.

He does. He love it. He starts excreting more of the fluid into my mouth and my womb, making everything hotter and my mind a little more absent. He thrusts all the tendrils in my womb a little harder, a little faster.

Just as I think it couldn’t get any better, I feel a small, completely slick tentacle prodding at my ass. It’s looking for entrance elsewhere. He prods in slowly, hesitantly, making sure he doesn’t hurt his brooder too much.

Once the tentacle is nicely and comfortably moving around in my ass, I come from it all. I’m moaning and shaking, taking in more of the aphrodisiac. Within minutes of me cumming it’s almost like it never happened, I want more from him.

I feel a few more tentacles slowly make way to be with the one in my ass, pumping me with more of his slick. God it feels so good.

He leaves one small tentacle out to play with my clit, he lets it circle and suck on my nub. Two more slither up my body, leaving a trail of slick as they move, up to my breasts. They lightly touch around and move to suction onto my nipples, and I moan loudly at the feeling.

Apparently, once all of his tentacles are where they should be, I’m too loud for him. He stuffs the tentacle down my throat a little farther and starts pumping more of his liquid out.

“Shhh, shhh, I got you, shhhh, shhh. You’ll look so nice brooding my clutch” he whispers. He’s got a heavy accent, but it’s not one I’ve ever heard. Almost like it’s from a language most don’t speak. I try to look into his eyes, but as he looms over me - blocking out most light - I can barely make out his dark sets of orbs. I hope I’m looking at him, I want him to know I want more.

The limbs in my ass and my womb start moving faster, dripping more and more slick into me as he grunts a little louder. The oddly shaped one starts prodding at my cervix - it wants entry.

Everything becomes too much again, and as I feel his tentacle breach my cervix, I cum a second time from him, moaning loudly at the feeling. I slightly push the tendril out of my throat with my sounds, and it recedes back out to his back.

I mewl at the emptiness, I didn’t want him to leave! He swoops in and crashes our lips together, his slick and our saliva mixing. His tongue - much like his tentacles - slithers it’s way into my mouth - feeling what his tendril was just seconds ago. Can he not feel with his tentacles? I’m sure he can, he grunts when I squeeze my walls around him, he acted in tandem with me. Maybe it feels different.

Just as he’s about to pull away, I feel the tentacle that breached my cervix start to expand, like it’s hollowing around something. And sure enough, a few seconds go by and I feel something plop into my womb, followed by another, and another and another and another-

There’s got to be at least 20 small plops that go by before I zone out, totally in love with the feeling. I look down at my stomach, watching it inflate. His hand reaches out to cup my womb, slowly caressing it and cooing at me. I smile at the feeling of truly being full for the first time in my life.

I zone back in when I feel the tentacles in my ass start to pull out, slowly and one by one as to not hurt me. He starts pulling out the ones in my cunt, too. I whine at being empty.

“Shhh, pretty girl, you won't be empty for long” he whispers against my ear, the only tentacle left in me is the one in my womb now. It’s still pumping, my stomachs still swelling.

When it stops swelling, he goes to tear it off.

“What, what what do you think you’re doing? Why are you cutting it off?” I ask. They’re the first words out of my mouth to him, my voice shot from the tentacle that was down my throat.

“It’s customary. So you don’t worry about the clutch inside of you, and they also have both parents with them.” He grunts out as he finally tears it off. He doesn’t bleed from it, I guess it is customary for breeding.

“Sleep, grow my clutch dear brooder. I’ll be back tomorrow.” He whispers as he gets up to leave. He uncurls the tendrils from my body and stands up from where he was on my bed. I whimper at being cold and alone now.

He circles around to the side and puts a tentacle back in my throat. I accept it immediately, letting it settle heavy on my tongue. It starts pumping out a different tasting liquid, this one tastes like how honeysuckle smells. I start nodding off to the taste of it.

I wake up hours later than usual, the sun is almost right above me when I wake up. It’s got to be at least 10:30 now.

The tentacle is gone from my mouth, but the one he cut off is still sitting in my cunt, fully extended to my womb. My womb is completely filled and extended, the skin taught from how many eggs are inside me. I see a small note, a pair of scissors, and a glass of water on my bedside table as I swerve to the side to stand up.

Don’t take the tentacle out, just cut it so it doesn’t impede your movement. I'll take it out when I get there. See you tonight.

-Miķelis

I smile, rubbing my large belly. I wonder what’ll happen tonight. I cut the excess off, leaving maybe an inch to grab it with, and throw it in the trash can by bed.

I stand up, hearing my knees pop and my back moan in pain from the sudden added weight. I guess I can't work in the garden today. There goes my Saturday.

I waddle to my kitchen to make breakfast, but I honestly don't have much energy to do that. All I want to do is get back in bed and snuggle up until Miķelis gets here tonight.

After breakfast, I go freshen up (get all the slick off of my body) and lay back down. I find a small little cup and a second note on my other bedside table.

Drink this about an hour before sundown, it'll make tonight easier.

-Miķelis

It smells nice, almost exactly like the first liquid he pumped into me last night. Maybe it is that liquid? Who knows, but I want to listen to him, so I turn on my other side and settle down.

I wake up again a few hours later, it's about two in the afternoon now. My stomach is larger, its moving a little, and I feel an insatiable heat in my cunt. I can't even reach my clit to play with myself. I whine in frustration, getting up to get my small bullet vibrator from the drawer. That'll do the trick.

"Ohhh, Oh my god! Miķelis!!!" I moan out when i squat down to the lower drawer where my vibrator is. Everything just moved inside me and everything hurts. The tentacle almost starts sliding out. I quickly grab my bullet vibrator waddle to go grab some panties to keep the tentacle and vibrator in place for when I lay back down.

Putting on panties is harder than it seems when you can't reach your cunt or see most of your legs for that matter, but once I get them on, I waddle quickly back to bed. I need this more than I needed it last night.

I push the tendril back in, sighing at the comfort it brings to have something so stable in me. I slide the bullet into my panties and turn it on, mewling at the pleasure it brings. Nowhere near what Miķelis gave me last night, but it'll do until he gets here.

As the bullet buzzes away, I go to play with my breasts. When my hands cup them, though, I notice they're a little larger than they were last night. They seem, I don't know, heavier? Like they're filled with something? Oh my god, oh!! What if they're filled with milk for our clutch? Do his eggs even need milk? Ooooh is that what's going to happen tonight? Is that why he's coming back?

I cum quickly when I pinch my nipples. They're so tender right now! I sigh and turn down the bullet, letting it go at a small hum on my clit. I go back to sleep.

When I wake up again, it's about 30 minutes before sundown, a little later than when he said I should drink whatever's in the small cup. The bullet turned off, so I turn it back on at the low hum it was at. It feels nice to have a small distraction.

I quickly swallow down whatever he gave me, it tastes like a mix of the strawberries and chocolate aphrodisiac with something else, not the honeysuckle, but something equally sweet. Raspberry? Jasmine. It think it's jasm-

My cunt starts spasming out of nowhere, and I've noticed a few things:

My stomach is at least twice it's size that was earlier.

my bedsheets have become extremely wet - as if I poured the entire ocean on them wet.

My breasts are leaking something that looks like milk

I think I'm contracting?

Do I start pushing? Do I take the tentacle out? He said not to take the tentacle out until he got here, what do I do what do I do?? Damn Miķelis, giving me the best night of my life just to leave me alone. But he's coming, he's just not here right now! That's all!

I'm writhing on the bed for what feels like days before I see that it's completely dark outside now. Miķelis should be here soon. Please show up. I don't think I can do this alone.

I whimper a little louder and feel the tentacle slowly start moving outward, something's pushing it out from the inside. I push it back in, I can't not do one of the two things Miķelis asked of me, I can't upset this man.

Just as I start crying, I see him in the corner of my doorway. He rushes in when he hears me in full.

"Shhhh, shhh shhh, dolly, it's okay, I'm here now. Let's move you to the bathroom dear, my eggs need to be hatched in water." He whispers as he holds me. He picks me up and coos silently on the way to my bathroom. How does he know the layout to my house?

He sets me down in the bathtub and starts the water. He lets it get to a warm temperature before closing the stopper and letting it fill. As it nears my breasts, he stops the water and helps me onto the large ledge.

"Oops, sorry dear, I didn't see you had panties on" he chuckles softly as he pulls them off. The vibrator falls into the tub -thank god it's meant to be submerged - and he turns it off and chucks it onto the bathroom counter. He does the same with my panties.

"I'm so happy you listened to my directions, dear, both for the tentacle and the drink. Women have tried to take it out before, it never does end well." he whispers as he rubs my belly. I whimper at his words.

The lights are on in the bathroom, and I finally get a good look at him. He is indeed tall, and only his tentacles - which I only see eight right now - are the dark to light green ombré. He's got dark brown hair, olive skin, and his eyes match his tentacles - one's dark green and the other's light green. He doesn't have a plethora of eyes like I thought, only two. Why did I think he had multiple sets of eyes?

The contractions start at a heavier pace now, and he pulls the tentacle out. He places it in the tub.

He coos at me and rubs my belly a little more, telling me it'll be okay. I hope it will be.

He tells me to start pushing, and I can't not listen to him. A tentacle wraps around my chest, just above my nipples to keep me upright.

I push, I feel them moving closer to my entrance.

A few more pushes, and the first small egg makes it's way to crowning. He slips a tentacle into my mouth and tells me to suck. A second one makes it's way to my clit and circles around it. I moan at the comfort his tentacles bring me.

The liquid starts pouring out into my mouth, and I feel myself loosening up as I drink up more of it. I hear the first egg plop out, followed quickly by the second, and the third, fourth fifth sixth seven-

At least 20 small eggs have slipped out of my loose hole before I start crying a little louder. How many are there? How many did he put in me?

It finally stops at 36, and I slump into his tentacles, letting him do what he pleases with my body.

By now, it's at least an hour after sundown, probably around nine or a little after. He carries me back to bed and lays me down, letting me catch my breath.

When I've finally caught my breath, I feel a slew of tentacles prodding at my loose cunt, not forcing themselves in yet, but asking for entrance.

I sigh around the tendril in my mouth. I try to say yes around it, he can shove them in me and make me his brooder again. He smiles, he got the memo.

I'm loose from last night and just giving birth to his clutch, so he easily slides three or more in at once. I feel the ovipositor tendril come in with a second bulk of them this time. It's already regrown? This one feels larger though?

"It regrows quickly during mating season. And you can take a larger clutch this time dear, you can take a larger tentacle for it. It grows with each mating session." He explains. I guess I looked a little confused.

A few tentacles ask for entrance at my ass again, and again, I let him in. There's still some entering my loose pussy, but not as many as there were earlier.

The remaining go up to cup my still leaking breasts, the tentacles immediately go to suckle on my nipples. Two more go to cup the underside of them.

I guess he doesn't feel the need to tie me up this time. I like that. I move my arms to wrap around his neck to get closer to him, I want to breathe his ocean scent in.

He smiles and puts a hand on my back to bring me in closer, the other on my neck to keep a good hold of me. He leans in to whisper.

"You are meant to be a breeder, dear. You'll take every single clutch I give you and won't let a single egg spoil. You make such a good brooder, sweetie. You're the best brooder I've ever had. You're my only brooder for this season, I swear to you. You'll be my only brooder for every other season.

What a good slut, deary. Taking all I give you and still begging for more. I couldn't help myself when I smelled your sex last night. You just had to keep your windows open, just had to tempt me. Now look at you, begging for a second clutch to take care of."

I whimper as I cum around his tentacles again, he just makes me feel so good. I can't stop myself this time, I feel myself adding to the wetness around us. I'm gushing around his multiple cocks. I hide my face in his neck as best I can with the tentacle in my mouth when he speeds up. I think the aphrodisiac numbs pain, too.

The tentacles in my ass move at a different pace than the ones in my cunt, and I whimper a little louder at the sensation. The tendril in my mouth pumps more liquid to calm me. God do I love the taste of it. Can't that be the only thing I drink for the rest of my life?

The tentacles in my cunt speed up, and I feel the ovipositor tendril make its way for my cervix again. Already? I can't complain, but it feels like no time has passed at all. But he doesn't move to breach yet, he simply straddles it there.

More and more of the liquid is pumping into all of my holes, he's pounding my cunt and my ass, and my mouth is full. It feels like I didn't just cum and I'm already cumming again. I'm gushing against him and I feel his smile even with my eyes closed. I whimper a little louder, everything alive with fire but dull at the same time.

He pulls out the tentacle from my mouth and moves to kiss me as the ovipositor breaches my cervix. I cry out loudly as it happens and he smothers me with the kiss. I feel the all the other tentacles still and the ovipositor start pumping eggs into me again. I sigh quietly, it already feels comforting and constant even if it's the second time. I smile into his lips at the thought.

The clutch he pumps into me is larger than the last ones, if only by a little bit. It still feels jarring, though. I don't think 36 will fit this time if they're larger.

I whimper at being full once again, happy at being at this point again. He pulls away from my lips and smiles at me, moving us back down onto the bed flat, letting a had move to my stomach and leaving the other to still rest at my neck. It moves to cup my jaw.

He stops pumping me to take his other tentacles out, slowly, knowing even though I like this, my body still isn't fully acclimated to it. Once they're all out, he again cuts off his ovipositor. I whimper at being empty again.

This time, though, instead of getting up and putting me to sleep, he shushes me and tells me he'll be right back. He comes back with a glass of water and lays down with me. Is he staying this time? Oh I hope he stays this time!

He holds the glass for me as I take small gulps, smiling down at my large belly. It's a little larger than it started at last time, god it's gonna be a bad night tomorrow if they're that big. But it's only gonna get bigger and more painful from here. Who cares, hopefully I'll acclimate.

He moves us around to spoon, moving his arms to be wrapped around my full belly. I smile at the gesture.

I really hope he does this all mating season.

I have wanted to write tentacle sex for so long, and this one could go on forever, but I mean it'd just repeat after this.

Not super edited, sorry for any mistakes

Again, if you actually got to the end of this, why don't you stay for a while? I got some other works in the making at the moment and chances are if you've found my posts you'll like the stuff i repost. Just a thought :)

Creds to @/cafekitsune for the dividers ♡

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snaillamp · 5 months ago

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"You won't need an enemy to knock you out if you keep like this."

If you're still up to :D And so sorry that this doesn't fit with your ocs.

~Squishy

Ayye Squishy!!! Dont worry about it not being my ocs, this is a perfect excuse for leader whump which ive been wanting to do for a while :D

five second fic

Dead Man Walking

Leader watched the document in front of them blur and sighed. They rubbed their eyes, trying to rid them of the double vision, their head spinning, and body heavy. Their team had been assigned a difficult mission, and they had to make sure everything was ready.

They were so tired, but still had so much to do... But they needed sleep.

They eased out of their chair with a soft grunt, yawning as the world swayed slightly, shuffling to their room. They stiffly pulled off their clothes, getting into their soft pajamas and lying down in their cold, but soft bed.

They instantly felt the aching in their bones ease, their muscles relaxing as they began to shut their eyes, only for a loud, grating alarm to snap them out of their dozing.

With a closed fist, the hit the button to make it shut up, hearing their team begin their morning. Leader groaned as the sat back up, getting to their feet and going out to join them. They could have a nap later.

As they walked into the kitchen, they heard Second in Command say something.

"Hmm?" Leader responded, looking around with bleary eyes.

"I said good morning." Second chuckled. "You look like you slept well."

Leader shrugged, making themself a large coffee, and sitting down at the table. They felt like death warmed up.

"Hey so, what's on the books for today? I know you have that meeting today too. Maybe I should take the others on a drill exercise or something while you do that?"

"Yeah, do whatever you want." Leader mumbled into their coffee, sitting up straighter to avoid their head colliding with the table.

Second narrowed their eyes, looking at Leader.

"Leader..." They whispered, so that no one else could hear. "You okay? You look like shit."

"Just haven't slept much this week... Preparing for the mission." Leader mumbled back, taking another sip of their coffee.

"How much have you slept?" They asked.

"Uhhhh....." Leader frowned as they thought, their brain slow.

"7 hours..."

Second grimaced. "Leader, 7 hours a night isn't enough, especially with the mission coming up."

"No, I mean this week. I've slept for 7 hours."

"You're telling me you've slept an hour a night every night this week?" Second said a little louder, causing everyone to look at Leader.

"It's fine. I was going to catch up on sleep today." Leader lied.

Second nodded, playing along to cover for their friend.

Leader got up, finishing their coffee and stalking away, to their office. Second followed them, watching them sit at their desk and sigh.

Leader stared at the words, but they didn't even make sense anymore. They could barely read the words, let alone make sense of what they were trying to say.

"Leader. You need to rest."

"No, I have too much to do. Don't worry about me, Second, I've managed on less sleep than this."

"I know you were up all last night. You didn't sleep at all." Second accused them. "I heard you walk to your room."

Leader grimaced, their room was next to Second's, and the only one on that end of the compound. of course Second would've known it was them.

"Go to bed for a few days. Rest, I'll handle this, its what I'm here for."

Leader shook their head. "I can't force you to take on this workload. The High Command has been giving me so much to prepare for before the misson and I'm already behind."

"So, tell them you're sick, and let me help you. Please, Leader."

"I'm fine." Leader said firmly. They glanced at their watch. "I have a meeting to get to."

Second watched hopelessly as Leader wandered off towards the front door, disappearing.

"Leader." Everyone greeted the tired looking Leader. They had neatened themself up in the bathroom before they went into the meeting, and at least looked presentable, even if the shadows under their eyes were practically getting their own shadows.

Leader zoned out for most of the meeting, it was a pointless one anyway, talking about meeting quotas and making thing cheaper. Leader nodded along to the pointless graphs and data points, before they got up to leave.

The world swayed, and everything went blurry as they sat back down in the seat. Getting up again, Leader steeled themself, setting their jaw and just focusing on putting one foot in front of the other. They felt like a zombie.

They were almost home when their legs almost dropped out from under them, only for a strong arm to catch them as they fell.

"Idiot." Second grunted, heaving Leader's almost unconscious body up, and steadying them. "I was thinking," They began as they practically dragged Leader towards home. "We should take you on a training mission, get an enemy to knock you out so you get some sleep."

They jostled Leader, who had began slipping from Second's grip, grunting as they hauled Leader's arm over their shoulders.

"You won't need an enemy to knock you out if you keep going like this."

Leader smirked slightly. "You always have creative ideas." They mumbled, as Second got them inside.

The next thing they knew, they were waking up, snuggled in their bed with Medic standing over them, not looking impressed.

"Hey Leader." They started softly. "How you feeling?"

Leader's body felt drained, and heavy, like their bones were made of lead. They couldn't muster the energy to reply.

"Figures, you've been asleep for two days."

Leader's eyes widened, as they tried to sit up. They had so much to catch up on.

"No, stay down. You need sleep, we're handling everything else. Second says all your work is good, and that they'll just finish up the filler paper work while you rest."

Leader lay back, half relieved that they didn't have to move.

"Get some rest, the mission is coming up and we need you at your best."

Leader nodded, their eyes already sliding shut again.

It felt amazing.

#leader whump #exhaustion whump #leader whumpee #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whumpee #snaillamp #original post

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angryrantsofdomesticity · 1 year ago

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AllMight: Uhhhh Mic..Aizawa..what's with all the raccoons???? Mic: *toothy grin* We stole them from a dumpster!! Allmight: Uhhhh...WHY??? Aizawa: Shoto's been complaining about his dad.. Mic: So we thought.. Let's do him a lil' favor. Aizawa: *imp smile* & give Endeavor a BIG SURPRISE! Allmight: I.. don't follow.. Mic: *tense with glee* Juuust wait until tonight! **three hours later** Tv: We're reporting from the Home of #1 Hero Endeavor, where his attic appears to be filled with 1 dumpster's worth of raccoons!! Shadow of endeavor runs past lit windows being chased by raccoons: SO MANY TINY BANDITS!!! BANDITS IN MY HOUSE!!!!!!THEY'RE CLIMBING MY LEGS!!!!! SOMEBODY SAVE ME!!!!SHOTOOOOOOOOO!! *Mic & Aizawa High-five from the bushes* Shoto watching from UA: * has a devious look on his face & slow claps like a villain*

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whimsicalcotton · 3 months ago

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Hi you mentioned the Polycule(tm) so uhhhh 4, 5 & 10 from the ask game for amberpricefield if you want to do it? 👀 if not you can do any of the pairs, I'm just very unwell about apf lmao

hell yeah!!

4: Which one is more protective? Who needs to be ‘protected’?

i feel like if you asked each of them they would all say the other two need protecting, But. i think an underrated dynamic in apf is having pricefield as Rachel's scary dog privilege. she rolls up to the vortex party with the world's clingiest doberman and a chihuahua that could suck out your soul with its thousand yard stare. some guy will think he's putting the moves on her only to feel A Chill and turn around to find pricefield staring at him like this from across the room

5: Describe their cozy night in.

first off, Max brings Chloe up to her dorm after classes some Friday for a bit of company while she finishes up homework or w/e. however Chloe is also a category 5 Distraction and she's there watching movies or smthn and keeps accidentally (genuinely accidentally she's just a goofball) roping Max into talking about plot-holes/cool scenes/etc.

at some point Rachel shows up in her usual stray cat sort of manner just waltzing in unannounced, and she makes Chloe put one of Her shows on. and i think Rachel would watch those absolute nonsense dramas. like if that fucking Riverdale show existed then Rachel would be all over it imo. Chloe grumbles about it and poor Max is Still trying to finish that last bit of work but they both get really invested in whatever the hell Rachel puts on to the point that when she wakes up she gets to be all "Oh My GOD you're still fucking watching it >:3c "

and pricefield scramble to pretend like they weren't just caught redhanded and it's dead silent all the way to Two Whales but by the the time they actually start eating Max and Chloe have gotten into a "can you Believe [xyz] did That???" / "i Know right!!!" sort of conversation and Rachel gives them a good ten minutes or so of that before finally being like "btw you know i'm never letting you live this down right."

and Max's homework Still didn't get finished. rip.

that's my vision thank u for coming to my tedtalk shdfsghj

10: Describe their first date.

okay in my fever-addled apf heart of hearts i'd want sneaking into the pool to be their first date.

Max (being Max) is like Ah Yes, This is Normal Third Wheel Behavior. All Platonic Here. What Date. but then Rachel makes a comment about it at some point and Chloe doesn't say anything to the contrary and Max is like "wait hold on am i actually on a date with you right now"

and Rachel has to be all, "Max, babe, we're swimming in our underwear. alone. after hours. Chloe's had her hands on your waist for like five minutes. we've been flirting with you all night. i've been thinking about kissing you for weeks. girl where have You been."

and then Chloe says, "Oh that's just Max. Don't worry about it, I've been at it for years." or something along those lines

and Max is there short circuiting looking back at them like

#sidenote i think Max's being oblivious is twofold #one part natural obliviousness to flirting; one part being entirely convinced no one could ever want her romantically #thank u btw!! hope these r some satisfactory apfs ^^#sorry i took so long to answer i also i passed tf out last night #nova answers #bulletbilltime

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minty-mumbles · 1 year ago

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Whumptober Day 13: Infection

A/N: This is actually more like the lack of infection... uhhhh don't question it

TW: Alcohol used to dull pain, amputation of an ear (the fic ends before anything actually happens, there's no blood)

(Read on AO3)

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Wild’s house was small, and it took some maneuvering to fit all nine heroes and one princess inside the small main room. Wild hadn't even bothered trying to fit them all inside for dinner, instead serving food outside around the fire. After dinner, the group had gradually migrated inside before the evening chill started to set in.

The heroes were all glad for the rare chance to escape the chill of the night, even if it was a bit cramped. Most of them would have to sleep in the inn tonight, but the accommodations were better than what they’d come to expect on their journey. None of them would have dared complain about the lack of space.

Time, Warriors, Wild, and Zelda- newly re-named as “Flora”- were making use of the four chairs around the table, while Sky had immediately laid claim to the rocking chair near the fire and fallen asleep within the first five minutes.

The rest of the group were sprawled out on the floor near the fire. Wind and Hyrule were using their packs as makeshift pillows, and both seemed close to following Sky into dreamland. Four had decided to tuck himself into a corner with a book, and hadn’t looked up from it in nearly half an hour.

Twilight had shifted into his wolf form and flopped in front of the fire. He was close enough to the open grate that Legend, who was leaning against Sky’s rocking chair, was eyeing him warily to make sure his fur didn’t catch fire. Wolfie seemed supremely unbothered by the heat, happily soaking it up.

The mood in the house was sleepy, and Time was nearly ready to round up those who would be sleeping in the inn tonight and head out, despite the fact that the sun hadn’t even set yet. They were all tired. It had been a long day, after all, with the morning filled with hiking the final stretch to reach Hateno village, and the afternoon filled with shopping for supplies and then being interrogated by Flora.

Wild’s Zelda certainly had a strong personality. Flora seemed to have abandoned all sense of royal proprietary after a hundred years spent battling the calamity. She hadn’t hesitated for a second before rattling off questions in their general direction for a solid minute before asking if they would be willing to give her blood samples.

Wild had seemed amused, and hadn’t bothered to help stem the relentless torrent of questions, leaving them to their own devices. The smug bastard simply seemed content to watch the chaos.

Needless to say, they were all feeling a bit worn out. Even Flora seemed to have calmed down some, though she was still deep in conversation with Warriors, questioning him eagerly about the history of his era and of the War of Eras.

Whenever the captain seemed to be a little too uncomfortable with a certain line of questioning, there was a soft thudding sound, both Wild and Flora jerked slightly, and Flora abruptly changed her line of questioning. Each time it happened, Warriors shot Wild a thankful glance. Wild, meanwhile, pretended he was extremely interested in the book he had laid out on the table in front of him.

Eventually, there was a lull in the conversation, during which Flora got up and carefully picked her way across the crowded room to set a kettle of water to boil over the fire. When she returned, her mind seemed to have wandered from her previous conversation with Warriors.

While Warriors was relieved to no longer be the main subject of the princess’ focus, Wild started to sweat under her unwavering gaze. When a few minutes had passed and Wild still refused to look up from his book to meet her eyes, Flora eventually broke the silence.

“Link, we need to deal with your ear.” Wild shrank in on himself, steadfastly refusing to look up. The odd statement caught the attention of everyone who hadn’t yet fallen asleep. (Sky and Hyrule remained undisturbed.)

Flora was as undisturbed by the confusion of her audience, as she always seemed to be. She jabbed a finger in Wild’s direction.

“Link, don’t ignore me,” she said. “It’s going to have to happen eventually, and I don’t want the issue to be forced while you're on the road.” She said this with a sweeping gesture towards the rest of the heroes, referring to the quest he was currently on. “It’ll be a lot more comfortable to do it now before it becomes infected, and where you have the luxury of a roof over your head.”

Wild finally looked up from his book with a sigh. “I really don’t want to,” he said, which Flora noted wasn’t a refusal.

“What are you talking about?” The pair startled, having forgotten about the other people in the room. Warriors had been the one who asked the question, but everyone else was also looking at them. Wind had raised his head from his pack and was blinking up at them in confusion. Despite not opening his eyes, Wolfie’s ears were pricked and he was clearly paying attention. In the corner, Four looked up from his book, his eyes glinting purple.

Flora responded. “See how his left ear is all black at the tip? It’s gone necrotic.”

There was a pause. Wind and Wolfie pushed themselves up to sitting positions, and there was a quiet snap from the corner as Four closed his book. Wild shrunk in on himself, almost feeling the others’ eyes shift to stare at his ear, taking in the sight. He couldn't stop his ear from twitching under their gazes.

Warriors was the first to speak, and he didn’t sound pleased. “Why didn’t you tell us? That sounds like something we should’ve known about.”

Wild shoots him a look that was half annoyed and half nervous. “What would you have done about it? It’s been like that for ages. Practically since I got out of the Shrine. It can’t really be fixed, and Ze- Flora is right. If it wasn’t an issue, then there was no reason to take the risk of dealing with it while traveling.”

“If it can’t be fixed, then why do you need to deal with it?” Wind asked, tilting his head curiously.

“It can't be fixed, but it’s still dangerous. It’s a miracle it hasn’t started spreading yet. It needs to be removed.” Flora said

At Flora’s words, Wind rapidly turned pale, his face twisting in a mix of fascination and disgust. “Oh. You’re going to cut off his ear?“

“Just the dead flesh,” Flora reassured. Wild remained silent, having returned to staring at his book, but it was clear that he wasn't actually reading the text in front of him. One of his hands reached up to rub at the tip of his ear.

There was no feeling in the tip of that ear, and there never had been. When Wild had come out of the shrine, his ear had looked healthy. Within a few days, it had started to turn black. Over the course of a few days, the color crept down from the tip until it stopped in a neat line halfway down the ear.

Wild hadn’t paid any mind to it, having bigger things to worry about. Those he met once he got off the great plateau assumed it was simply one of his scars, and no one had dared comment on it.

It was only once the Calamity had been defeated that Flora had pointed out to him that, usually, scars weren’t black. That was also when Flora had told him that on the night he had died, his ear had been severed. A lucky moblin had gotten a swing in while Wild had been distracted by a nearby guardian. His ear had been transported with the rest of his body to the Shrine of Resurrection, and placed in the basin with the rest of him.

In terms of upsetting revelations Wild had been subjected to during his life, this didn’t even rank in the top ten, but the fact that his ear had been detached from his head was still strange and slightly disturbing to think about.

Sometimes, it was necessary to sacrifice one part of the body in order to save the rest. The Shrine hadn’t been capable of making that decision, though. So it had done what it had been designed to do. Slowly, over the course of one hundred years, the Shrine had healed him and stitched all his broken pieces back together. Its mission was to heal, so heal it did.

As it turned out, no matter how good the Shrine of Resurrection was at rebuilding broken bodies, reattaching severed body parts wasn't part of its skill set.

It could do it, certainly. Wild’s ear was firmly attached to his head, after all. But that didn't mean that the Shrine was good at it.

And now part of Wild was rotting alive.

It was a miracle the ear hadn’t become infected yet or started to spread. Flora had wanted to take care of it right away when she had noticed, but Wild had protested. It had been too soon after their fight with the calamity. They were both still recovering and Wild had been in no immediate danger if they left it alone.

They could afford to wait, he’d said.

Then Wild had been sucked through a portal made of shadows, and he’d spent the past three months on a journey with eight heroes of the ancient past.

And now Wild was back home, with no plans to continue traveling for the last few days. There was no better time to do this than now.

On the whole, it was disturbing, even to him.

Flora stood again as the kettle over the fire started to boil. She gathered the materials she would need, making sure they were all properly sanitized. Wild did his best to ignore the sharp knife laid out of the table atop of a clean towel. He didn’t recognize the blade- it wasn’t one of the knives he uses for cooking, thankfully- but it's edge was sharp.

Warriors was still staring at Wild, looking irritated. Wild knew the captain was still angry that Wild hadn’t told the group about this before, but what Wild had said earlier was true. His ear hadn't been causing him any problems, so there’d been no need to tell anyone about it.

(Wild ignored the spiteful thought that Warriors had eyes. If he had wanted to know why his ear was black so badly, he could’ve just asked. Wild wasn’t one for keeping secrets. If Warriors had asked, Wild would’ve told him.)

Time ignored the stare-down between Warriors and Wild. Instead, he stood and stretched. His back popped as he did so, and he sighed. “If you have everything you think you’ll need-” Time paused to let Flora nod her head at him- “then the rest of us will leave you to it. We’ll head up to the inn.”

Sky and Hyrule- both eager to find a real bed to lay in- offered little resistance to Time’s attempts to wake them and get them out of the house. Legend and Four also went without much fuss, though Wind had to be prodded up from where he was sitting.

“I want to watch!” He protested as Time shoved him out the door.

Time response was muffled by the closing of the door, leaving Flora, Wild, Twilight, and Warriors alone in the house.

Finally, Warriors rose from his spot. He still didn't look pleased, but Wild could tell the captain had decided to leave it for another day. From the pouch on his hip, he withdrew two bottles, setting them on the table.

“Just in case,” he said.

Then, “Are you coming?” Warrior directed his last statement towards the form of Wolfie, who had settled back down again, though he was no longer sprawled lazily across the floor. The wolf met Warriors’ gaze and flicked one ear in acknowledgment, but didn’t get up.

With a huff that was half-amused and half-annoyed, Warriors turned to follow Time out the door. As he closed it, he called over his shoulder. “Sleep well tonight.”

Wild scowled down at his lap. Flora sat back down in her chair, evidently having grabbed everything she needed. “Whenever you’re ready, Link.” She said, not making a move to pick up the knife.

Wild didn’t know how much longer they sat there in silence. It could have been fifteen minutes or it could have been an hour. The sun starting to slip below the horizon was what finally knocked him out of his daze. He’d rather Flora did this while she still had plenty of light to see by.

With a brief tap on his slate his tunic and undertunic were removed, leaving him shirtless. Picking up one of the extra towels Flora had set to the side, he draped it over his left shoulder. He had no idea how messy this was going to be, but he wanted to be prepared. No need to get blood all over his clothes or the chair.

Finally looking closer at the bottles Warriors had left behind, Wild was easily able to identify them. One was a glass bottle filled with healing potion. It was redundant as Flora already had hearty elixirs in the house he could drink if needed, but an appreciated gesture nonetheless. The other bottle was Warriors’ flask. Wild almost snorted at that, but then paused.

Well.

Wild mentally shrugged. It couldn’t hurt. He popped the cap off, and took a long swig, suppressing a grimace at the flavor.

“Okay,” he said, closing the flask and setting back down on the table. “Let’s get it over with.”

Flora nodded, finally picking up that dreaded knife. There was a shuffle from where Twilight was still lying on the floor. Wild felt a glimmer of thankfulness that twilight had stayed. He didn't need everyone watching him, and he didn’t want anyone to hold his hand and coddle him. It would be better to get this done quickly and with as little fuss as possible. But it was nice that Twilight had stayed.

“Are you ready?”

Taking a deep breath, Wild nodded.

He was ready.

#linked universe #mint's fanfiction #lu wild #lu twilight #lu time #lu warriors #lu flora #whumptober 2023 #infection

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atschoolunfortunetly · 2 years ago

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Wholesome Sonic and Tails Wednesday Once Again

Based on me and my brother's interactions. Fic is under the cut! Enjoy!

“Tails, I’m bored.”

“Well, that seems like a you problem.”

Sonic sighed as he laid down on the floor in Tail’s workshop. The fox was working on something that he says isn’t going to be important. Just a fun little project for him to indulge in his hobby. Sonic, on the other hand, has nothing to do. That leads into the situation that is currently happening.

“Tailssss, give me something to do!”

“Why don’t you go for a run? Or check up on the others?”

“I already did! Everyone else is doing other things right now!”

He wasn’t lying. Amy was babysitting Cream, the Chaotix were working on a case that they wished to do by themselves, Knuckles was busy with the Master Emerald, Rouge is trying to steal it, and Shadow said he was busy working on something and told Sonic to leave him alone. Tails was the only person Sonic could think of bothering.

“Eggman isn’t-” “Available to beat up? Yep. You’re the only person I could think of bothering.”

“Darn…alright, fair enough. I sorta can’t leave this gizmo unattended though otherwise-” “You’ll lose motivation to work on it?”

“Yeah! How’d ya know?”

“Mmmmaaagiicccc~” Sonic chuckled before sitting up, “Guessing what you’re going to say before you finish your sentence is easy though.”

“Really? I find that hard to-” “Believe?”

Tails shot the hedgehog a look, “That one was an easy one!”

“Then give me a harder one!”

“Alright, how about,” The fox cleared his throat, “The-” “The fitness gram pacer test is a-”

Tails chucked a pillow right at Sonic’s face, interrupting the blue hedgehog, “That wasn’t what I was going to say!”

Sonic let out a couple of laughs, “Then what were you gonna say?”

Tails opened his mouth and left it open as his brain searched for something to say. He then closed his mouth and sent Sonic a glare that made the hedgehog nearly begin laughing again.

“What were you going to say, Tails?”

“...Shut up.”

“I was right wasn’t I?”

“Do you want another pillow to the face?”

Sonic looked at the pillow in his lap, “Why do you have pillows in here anyway?”

“So I can use them to take naps, duh.”

“...Bro, why don’t you use your bed?

Tails froze solid in his chair as if Sonic just caught him eating all the mints. Sonic got up from the floor and walked over to Tails in a joking, yet menacing fashion.

“Answer the question, Tails,” He spoke, on purposely lowering his voice to be “threatening”.

“...Chair comfy?”

Now, normally Sonic would agree with that statement. However, he is trying to be a good role model as an older brother so he simply raised a brow instead.

“That’s the excuse you’re going for? Buddy, if you keep this up you’re probably going to get some good ol back pain and trust me when I say that won’t be fun.”

Tails looked away from Sonic as the hedgehog let out a sigh, “By the way, when did you last take a break?”

“Uhhhh, does eating breakfast with you count?”

“That was five hours ago.”

Tails blinked in shock before looking at the time. His stomach growled and he shot a glare at Sonic.

“How dare you make me aware of my bodily functions.”

Sonic chuckled, “Ooo, you need to eat food and hydrate! Oooo!”

Tails jokingly let out a hissing noise as Sonic picked him up with ease, “How are you gonna grow up to be a big and strong boy, huh?”

“Hey, put me down! I’m not five!”

“You’re right, you’re eight! Nice job counting there, bro!”

“...I am going to bite you the moment you put me down.”

Sonic grinned, “Like you could catch me, Mr. I forgot to eat and my stamina is probably in the negatives.”

“...Okay, I’m going to straight up fight you now.”

“Wow, I am so scared.”

“I know where you sleep!”

“I know where I sleep as well, you ain’t special!”

“Sonic!”

#wholesome sonic and tails wednesday #unbreakable bond #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #miles tails prower #fanfic #headcannons #sonic and tails #tag as ship and i steal your bones #brothers fr fr

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andradrawsstuff · 4 months ago

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Fifth chapter of my fic ✨

I keep forgetting to post these lmao

Hehe Private gets to swear :)

Chapter 5: How to pocket a penguin

The city streets were illuminated with neon pink and glowing bar signs, contrasting against the pitch-black night sky. Alleyways were stained with the permanent scent of fruity alcohol, and bars were bustling with rowdy patrons. The boys waddled their way through the streets, exploring what the nightlife had to offer. They were already out for two hours, hopping around the dozens of bars and buzzing nightclubs. They weren’t there purely for fun, however. Kowalski suggested to search for any spare parts they could find, as well as pickpocketing some extra cash. Desperate times called for desperate measures. Not that they cared much, really. They had no soft spot for humans, and it showed. If it were animals that were on the receiving end, they may have had a little more empathy and spared them from swiping their cash.

By the time it reached three in the morning, the penguins had already racked up quite the hand.

“Good work boys,” Skipper praised. “At this rate, we might have enough to buy us a whole plane again!”

“Yes… well, next time we need more cash, we should just come back to Miami!” Kowalski added. “These people are loaded!”

They finally decided to take a break from swiping and let loose a little. The club they were stationed at was filled with drunken partygoers who seemed to be misplacing their beverages quite often. Or so they thought that they were being misplaced… when in reality, the cheeky birds pinched every stray drink they saw and decided to have a little fun themselves. At first, it started off light. Just one drink Skipper said. Skipper ORDERED. One shot… ah, what’s the harm. How about two? Those two turned into three, and three turned into five. After seven, they completely lost count. All they knew, was that they were having a GREAT time.

“WOOOOOOO HAHAHAHA LOOKATMEEEE, I’M A PWETTY WITTLE BUTTERFLY!!” Kowalski screamed at the top of his lungs whilst swinging on a chandelier, making sure the whole city heard him.

“Ohkay, ohkay. How’s about you give me that one.” Skipper asked Private, poorly attempting to swindle him out of his drink.

“What?” He replied completely appalled. “No, that’s MY drink, piss off and get your own!”

“LENNYYYYYYY!!” Yelled Rico. “LENNYYYYYYY WHERE ARE YA MAN?” Who the hell is Lenny?

Those birds were GONE. Not a single functional braincell left in their heads. They were fully toasted. Things only got worse when they started seeing things. Lobsters. One here, one there, and one in the corner of the room. At first, it was only a few. But then more appeared out of nowhere. They must be tripping, they thought. Was this normal? This never happened in Monte Carlo…

“Kuhwalski… analysis…” Skipper spluttered, growing concerned about his visions.

“Uhhhh, I have absotutely NO clue…”

Rico couldn’t muster up the courage to even grunt anymore…

Private managed to form a single coherent thought. “Wuh- wait… are you guys seeing them too?”

Those lobsters seemed to get increasingly angrier… and closer. The boys bunched up together, huddling in order to stay up on their own feet. This time, things seemed more real. Those lobsters were really there, and they were after them. Skipper gathered all his strength to ask Rico for a wooden bat, but immediately blacked out, followed by Kowalski, then Private, then Rico. They were out like a light. The clawed creatures gathered around them, nodding to each other about something. One of them was a dark crimson colour, a scar on his right eye and claws almost as big as Private. He seemed to be the one in charge. He pulled out a beige sac and pocketed the poor penguins, signalling to the others to move out. Those silly birds, what did they get themselves into…

#tpom #the penguins of madagascar #penguins of madagascar #tpom fanfic #fanfic

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jellypopjoo · 1 year ago

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tied up. (suh kyungmin 서경민)

synopsis : your friend kyungmin who’s struggling with his recent college assignment, pleads for your assistance. so you help him with it, as well as with tying up his hair.

genre : fluff, friends with crushes

warnings : death jokes, uhhhh idk there’s a lotta fake bickering between you two ig??

wc : 1.3k

this phone call had lasted way longer than you had intended, but that seemed to be a common theme when it came to your good friend kyungmin. he was never one to talk too much, except for when it came to you. he could talk for hours, even on autopilot.

“kyungmin, I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t die any time soon,” today’s topic… was a hectic one.

“y/n, y/n I’m terribly sorry but to be fair it’s this assignment’s fault,” kyungmin was losing his mind! but what else was new?

“I’m sure it’s not that bad,” defusing your friend was never your strong suit, with his bold and stubborn personality and all.

“not that bad…” oh, here it comes. “why don’t you try taking econ then, see how you like it!”

“absolutely not,” you shut him down quickly.

“okay then! so the least you can do is try to ease my pain,” and here comes the part where he throws in a request from you.

“good god, why did I befriend you?” you kid, a common theme between the two of you.

“to be honest y/n, I don’t wanna hear it,” you smile on the other end, because truth be told you did love his little attitude.

“yeah yeah, where are you at so I can make sure you don’t die early?” and you also did love him, so of course you’d give in to his requests.

“our usual spot of course,” ah yes, the campus quad, under the tree you both agreed looked like a bizarre version of the pokémon mew. “withering away… can’t hold out much longer…”

“you’re so dramatic, I’ll be there in a bit,” you smile to yourself once more.

“bring… snacks…” and then you roll your eyes at yet again another request.

“we’ll see. bye.”

finally managing to make it to the quad after about five minutes (which according to kyungmin time was an eternity), you finally spot your friend at the very spot he stated he was. he sat crisscrossed with his chin rested on one of his hands, textbooks sprawled on the grass. you speed walk towards him, careful not to make too much noise.

“hi, kyungmin,” you greet him, snaking your arms around his shoulders to hug him from behind. you feel a small jolt from his long frame, before he instantly relaxes upon realizing it’s you.

“y/n, what a relief,” he sighs while leaning his back into you, soon shifting to turn around and wrap his arms around your torso.

“I see you’re that excited to see me,” you say, taken aback by his embrace but still having your arms around him nonetheless.

“thrilled actually,” his voice is muffled as he speaks into your chest. “so if you don’t mind, I’m gonna stay like this for a bit.”

“if you insist,” you respond, and for a bit he does because it’s probably a solid minute before kyungmin finally lets you go.

“okay, okay. I’ve recovered,” he plants a small smile, eyes half open due to his drowsiness.

“so I’m the antidote to your studying sickness?” you tease as you always do.

“I thought that was obvious,” he says with a pout, enlarging his eyes.

“you’re ridiculous,” you laugh, because truly he is.

“ridiculous this, ridiculous that,”he rolls his eyes. “what’s really ridiculous is this godforsaken deadline.”

“okay, poor sap,” you smack a hand into his shoulder, then sliding yourself to sit opposite of kyungmin and his mess of textbooks. “just show me what you’re dealing with and I’ll try my hardest.”

“my hero!”

“I see you’re in your zone, kyungmin,” you’ve been observing your friend for the last few minutes as he’s been scribbling left and right, never looking up.

“huh?” he darts up to you the minute he hears your voice, the first he’s heard of it since a while. “oh, guess so.”

“question,” you probe him.

“hm?” he asks, tilting his head the slightest bit.

“have you ever considered cutting your hair?” you tread cautiously, because you don’t actually know what thoughts your friend has for his hair.

“hmmmm…” he looks away in thought, deeply considering your question.

“not that you need to!” you backtrack instantly, afraid you’d give him the wrong idea. “I like the length, but does it ever bother you like, especially because it’s warmer out now?”

“hm, a little I guess,” he admits, tugging at the ends of his shoulder length hair. “and I try to tie it up every now and then, but to be honest…”

“what?” you’re intrigued by his next words, him dragging them out.

“I don’t really…” he still hesitates, before he’s finally admitting it. “know how to use a hair tie.”

“you grew your hair and you don’t know how to work a teeny elastic…” you can’t believe what you’re hearing.

“I don’t need you shaming me!” he’s locks down into defense mode quickly.

“alright, alright,” you backpedal, deciding not to tease him today. “but at least let me help you.”

“yay,” he says straight faced. perhaps admitting he’s bad at something aside from his econ class brings him shame.

“give me the hair tie,” you demand, hand outstretched doing grabby motions.

“it’s on my arm,” he says, extending his right arm out to you. somehow, you didn’t even notice he had something attached to it.

“okay. one day I’ll probably use hyunwoo or yejun’s head as an example to actually show you how to use it, but for now I’ll just do it for you,” you say, dragging your friends into it as you remove the tie from his arm.

“y/n… you’re my lifesaver. what would I do without you?” he says with a pouty expression, you swear you see his eyes start to glaze over.

“I thought we’d already established you’d be dead,” you reply, dragging yourself to be positioned directly behind him.

“we did, didn’t we?” he nods.

“dork,” you can’t help but chuckle a little. but back to the task at hand. “do you want it in like, a low pony or half up?”

“I think half up is fine,” he answers surely.

“your wish is my command,” you rub your hands together, as if you’re a mosquito.

“okay, genie,” now he’s the one laughing.

you start grabbing pieces of kyungmin’s hair, smoothing out the top and making sure you’ve grabbed enough before you finally tie it all together with the band.

“alright done, now let’s see…” you shift back to where you were before right in front of him now, examining your hard work.

“is it fine?” he asks, eager to see the result of your hard work.

“ah, hold still,” you grab the right side of his face, tilting it so it’s angled more downwards. “I grabbed too much of your bangs…”

“oh,” kyungmin��s breathing stops as you pull away at his bangs, grabbing the few you accidentally tied up.

“okay!” you let go of his face and examine your work once more. “perfect as always, suh kyungmin.”

“ah… thank you,” he says, feeling the tiny pony tail you tied up. he attempts to hide the blush he didn’t even realize was growing on his face.

“of course!” you examine him fully, looking at every detail of his hair and face. but clearly more his features, and not the obvious cherry he turned into. “it suits you too, your bangs frame your face so nicely but you can hardly tell when your hair’s just down.”

“maybe I really do need to learn how to use a hair tie then,” he says in a chuckle, looking away from you now.

“you definitely do,” you laugh back.

“now uh…” he starts, but it seems he’s hesitating as he looks back up to you. “before we continue my suffering I mean studying, I have a question.”

“shoot,” you respond eagerly.

“…did you bring the snacks?”

#epex #epex mu #suh kyungmin #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop x reader #epex imagines #epex x reader

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bittrlys · 1 year ago

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THE GOOD

Viren and Harrow scene

CRAB SHIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Young Viren

Viren selfcest (<- stream of consciousness note that I stand by, he needs to learn to love himself)

Aaravos and Viren had a baby <3 (I like that this twist about the child to save him only works for people who weren't already joking about this being their lovechild all last season)

The heavyhanded diaogue is lol but its nice to see Viren's internal journey ("DAD I'M FOLLOWING IN YOUR FOOTSTEPS" guys you really could have just shown that. But I guess Viren is literal even with his metaphors. I forgive him.)

Viren zoned the fuck out half the season still the best part of the show. But like I love the sense of crushing realization and weight of his thoughts. King of thinking <3

Nice to see Claudia also getting to do cool complicated things

Viren and Claudia literally carry the dramatic weight of the series on their shoulders -tm my friend

I appreciate that Terry continues to be down to clown

This blood elf assassin is hot ♥

I like the water elf design the coral horns are cool (and he looks like a Critical Role character)

I always love pirate towns so that's cool! And some brief actual intense stakes with the pirate captain.

Aaravos. FULL STOP. Like 10 lines of dialogue and he served with them all!

"If you see Claudia again tell her I said ..... hi" hahaa

THE BAD

The Rayllum (what was Callum even apologizing for?? Rayla just genuinely does not seem to like him.)

Janai immediately pivots in her belief because only villains are allowed to stick by their reasonable positions which oppose the desires of the main characters

Again, what changed Tidebound Tina's perspective and made her help them??? Characters will truly just change perspectives in a second if they're meant to be 'good' and not defy the main characters

Ezran is so entitled. Rayla is like oh this boat is a bad idea he's immediately like "WE NEED THAT ONE!" and then proceeds to get them all nearly murdered by pirates for some tadpoles and does not apologize at all.

That being said it seems the show just isn't that interested in Ezran or Rayla

Would it have killed them to include a scene showing why Rayla decides to show up and save the day in finale? She has no arc.

I understand the conclusion that Callum came to with ocean magic but I don't believe his process of getting there.

Can Janai do her damn job all she's ever shown doing is hanging out in her pyjamas pining and being in love. Tied with Zubeia who just hangs about talking about her husband and son all day.

THE UGLY

STOP WITH THIS DIVINE RIGHT OF KINGS SHIT (why would the Archdragon of the Ocean give a damn about a human ruler? But like Oh! We Have To Respect A King!)

They show up to the library with only FIVE HOURS TO SUNSET instead of idk camping outside the city until the next dawn and coming in then. And then leave directly at sunset instead of giving themselves like an hour of wiggle room. Unreal!

They can't even let these entitled main characters even THINK Amaya died for their arrogance Like they can't even feel guilt about it for five seconds.

What's the point of having a deus ex machina dragon you insert in every scene to save their asses (god I need Zubeia dead) if she's just going to stand there and do literally nothing while Amaya is attacked. Rewatch that scene camera never cuts to Zubeia's face to even show her idk considering it? Being unable to help? Just get rid of this dragon already she weakens the plot to an absurd degree.

Zubeia surviving. Full stop.

Thunder killed off this group of elves for the crime of uhhhh doing weird blood rituals? Moonshadow elves (Thunder's personal hit squad) do blood rituals. Thunder just loves massacring any group of people who defy his tyranny.

It's surreal that Xadians NEVER comment on the humans in their midst like the show will not draw attention to the fact that humans are othered + marginalized. It perpetually feels like the writers are backtracking on lore they previously established because they don't want to make Xadians look bad.

Like I can believe a criminal port is full of all elements but this happens elsewhere in Xadia. Even the Archdragon of Ocean doesn't address the fact that Ezran is a human.

But it's not like the differences between humans and Xadians aren't noted because humans (like Amaya) still have to constantly grovel for Xadian approval + forgiveness. Like for WHAT. Should Amaya have to apologize to Rayla anymore than Rayla should apologize for coming to assassinate a 10-year-old Ezran in season 1?

for fucking tadpoles?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

Callum, Rayla, and Ezran are UNSYMPATHETIC protagonists they literally will never face any consequences for any of their actions. Nothing really goes wrong for them -- they're always saved from trouble and they get everything ultimately handed them. They are supremely privileged, entitled people. Meanwhile Viren and Claudia go through 19 layers of hell just trying to get 1 thing done.

Overall I'd say it was better than season 4! 👍👍👍

#tdp critical #*

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hyperrealisticblood · 8 months ago

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gobb for the fandom thing

favorite character: normie pick but. banban my guy <3

least favorite character: chamataki and tamataki are like..... the most Theyre Just There guys in the series so far. i think the bros made them up for the boss fight and then didnt have any ideas for them past that

5 favorite ships (canon or non-canon): well weve already established im Banwally 4 Lyfe xx but i also like stingban in a divorced kinda way. bittertoads also funny in a divorced way. i dont have any strong feelings towards other ships uh

character i find most attractive: uh. banban again. dont look at me

character i would marry: see above

character i would be best friends with: nabnaleena but only because of that one artists who draws her as a weed smoking emo. we will steal pins from the hot topic pin bucket together but ill give all of mine to her because i have an irrational fear of pins coming undone and stabbing me in a vein so i dont like them

a random thought: i dont know how more people didnt catch banbaleenas voice in gobb 6 having ai crust all over it its so obvious </3 the random ai usage in gobb (mainly the store icons, its obvious when you compare them to the in game models) is one of the only things that genuinely pisses me off about the series :(

an unpopular opinion: i feel like half of all banban hate just comes from people who watch big fnaftubers talk shit about them but never actually play them or watch gameplay of them themselves. in my opinion poppy playtime is way more deserving of being the anti-mascot horror circlejerk punching bag of the internet because it doesnt even have the excuse of being made by two college students like banban does. theres a whole ass company behind it and yet it can only manage to produce mid. banban is at least the funny kind of bad meanwhile watching people play poppy playtime just makes me want to throw myself into the grand canyon dayshift at freddys style. uhyeah when i fucking get you

my canon OTP: uhhhh ??

non-canon OTP: you already know

most badass character: why am i tempted to say sir dadadoo. him i guess

pairing i am not a fan of: banban/banbaleena is yet another victim of the "thats a lesbian and a gay man" phenomenon

character i feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): i feel like its impossible for the bros to screw up one of the characters because gobb is so incomprehensible that anything they do would kind of make sense

favorite friendship: bittergiggle and kittysaurus...... a butch and her twink........ they mean the world to me

im gonna go play fortnite for like five hours now bye wish me luck

#gobb

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the-fiction-witch · 2 years ago

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Sweetheart

Media The Queens Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny X Reader

Rating Smut

Concept Pick up

Smut Nudity / swearing / bj / breast fondling/ in car smut

I could barely control my giggles as I waved my girlfriend's goodbye outside the busy club. My drink was still in hand as I waited for the payphone to connect and begin to ring. I was huddled inside the little metal phone box trying to keep warm in my little dress until At Last the phone picked up.

At first there was silence the fuzzy sound of the phone line all that came thought, until his voice spoke more gruff and strained then usual

"Hello?" He asks the sound of frustration in his voice and haziness it was obvious by his tone he had been woken by the ringing of his phone and had merely picked the phone up from beside his bed and brought it to his ear

"Hi" I giggled

"Hi?" He asks clearly slowly waking up but only half listening

"So you know I love you benny" I giggled

He sighed "it's two in the goddamn morning?"

"Pppppppplllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaasssssseeeeeee" I whined

"Uhhhh fuck- Where are you?" He sighed

"Uuuuuuuhhh…"

"Please tell me you know where you are?"

"There's a big… building"

"Goodnight y/n" he says before hanging up

"Hu! Benny!" I complained immediately putting more money in and called him back it rang for a good four or five rings before it answered

"Hello?"

"Rude!" I yelled

"No. We're not doing this. I'm not doing this. It's two in the morning. I'm jetlagged as fuck I am not getting out of bed to come play your personal taxi service because you've been out all night drinking like a fish. Get a taxi. I'll see you tomorrow"

"Benny!" I whined "please. Pretty pretty please with sugar and sprinkles on top" I pouted

".... What is the name of the bar you're outside?"

"Uuuuuuuhhh…"

"Read this sign y/n"

"The studio?"

"Okay. Do not move. Do you hear me, you move from that phone box I will not pick you up. understand me?"

"I'll be good I promise"

"Alright, give me five minutes'' he sighed before hanging up I giggled happily sitting on the little seat watching the few cars go by on the little streets I waited for a while but got bored after finishing my drink so I snuck out all secret like to the little seven eleven and grabbed myself a slushie filling it to the top and scampering back outside in hope of returning to the phone box in time but I saw sat on the street waiting impatiently the little blue beetle and at its wheel a very tired and angry benny watts, he knew I had left. And I knew he was mad.

I went over and smiled, giving him a little wave and sipping my slushie.

"Get in the fucking car." He demanded

"Should i-"

"Now"

I quickly opened the door and climbed in, shutting it quickly behind me, he immediately started off down the street.

"Grumpy benny" I giggled as I glanced at him in the driver's seat in his jeans and a loose button down he clearly threw on from his bedroom floor no jacket or hat to be found, his hair a messy bed head, his rings and other jewelry only on because he never takes it off. His face stern where he was clearly Still very mad.

"I have been driving around looking for you for half an hour"

"I was in seven eleven"

"I gathered that" he sighed "I told you to stay in the phone box"

"I was pechish"

"And you weren't outside the studio. You where outside soundscape"

"Ohh. Sorry benny"

"It's fine" he sighed

"I'm sorry" I cooed leaning over and giving him some kisses

"Don't" he says pushing me away

"Oh… Benny doesn't want my kisses?' I pouted slightly tearing up "no kisses" I cried

For a moment or two he didn't answer but he sighed moving his hand to stroke my thigh

"Of course I want your kisses sweetheart"

"Really?"

"Course I do"

"Yay!" I smiled giving him more and more kisses

"You should really get taxis when you're this drunk."

"But people could take advantage of that. I could end up with no money in strange places with people I don't know. My benny keeps me safe" I Cooed hugging his arm

"Alright. Just call me maybe before two am. Or give me correct information. Or stay put"

"I will"

"Sure you will. Your problem is y/n you have the attention span of a goldfish when your drunk"

"Bloop" I giggled

"My point exactly" he sighed we drove slowly though the new york streets, the dark sky far from lighting even slight, not even stars or a moon in the sky, the only light the orange light of his radio’s tuner in the center console and the waves of yellow light from the street lamps above us.

"How are you paying for this pick up anyway?" He asked after a while

"My wonderful presence?"

"Nice try, pay up."

"How much?"

"Well you got me out of bed when jet lagged. Made me get dressed. Forced me into my car. Made me drive around looking for you for half an hour and drop you home." He explained "your usual with tip"

"No"

"No?"

"No."

"Don't stiff your taxi sweetheart"

"I don't have any money"

"Don't you?"

"No. I spent it all"

"On?"

I simply sipped my slushie

"You're unbelievable. Fine pay me back next time"

"Next time?" I giggled

"You know what I mean"

"I can pay"

"Yeah how?"

"Sipsip" I smiled offering my slushie

"No thanks. Last thing I need right now is an ungodly amount of sugar"

"What about?" I cooed sitting my slushie in the cupholder and moving to cuddle his arm, he glanced down at me a moment before he chuckled

"Not in the mood y/n"

"No?"

"No. I'm too tired sweetheart." He says giving my forehead a kiss

"Well… what about?' I suggested stroking my hand up his jeans

"I just said-"

"Not that. The other one" I cooed

"Yeah?"

"That's enough for dragging you out of bed?'

"That depends"

"On?"

"How good you do it" he growled

"You know how good I do it"

"Now when your this drunk"

"I'm not that drunk"

"Really? Because your boobs fell out of your dress five minutes ago and you have yet to to even notice" he says

I looked down and my dress had indeed fallen down enough to expose both my breasts "I noticed"

"Did you?"

"Humm course I did" he smirked moving his hand to cup my breast giving it a slight fondle as he drove

"So? That an approved payment for my driver?"

"Alright" he smirked it wasn't long before he pulled into a store parking lot not sure what store as it was shut up for the night he parked up and turned off the engine for a moment running his hand through his hair "come on" he smirked

I smiled immediately closing the gap between us kissing his lips intensely holding his neck and shirt close he turned a little to face me wrapping his arms around my waist stroking my dress with his fingers as our heavy kisses moved he pulled back a moment seeming kinda confused and annoyed

"Fuck- what have you been drinking?"

".... Tequila lime shots"

"Yeah I can taste the tequila"

"Should I have more slushie?"

"Yeah that might be a good idea"

I moved and had myself more of my slushie trying to remove the taste of tequila all while he cuddles close groping my breasts once done I turned and have him a kiss

"Better?"

"Much better" he Cooes "umm the slushies made your nipples hard where it's so cold"

"Enough" I told him pushing his hands away so he got settled back in his seat, I crawled over undoing his jeans and tugging them down enough to expose his half hard erection, I slowly stroked his shaft letting him harden into my hand as he relaxed against the seat, I began softly peppering kisses up and down his shaft

“Ummm fuck sweetheart” he groans shifting his hips towards my mouth

I giggled a little licking up his shaft often forcing groans out of him, until at last taking him completely in my mouth gently sucking and licking at a slow by passionate pace

“Ughh- ummm fuck- fuck!” he groans his his uncontrollably bucking towards my mouth his hand softly gripping my hair “Faster sweetheart” he pleads so I did as he asked speeding up and sucking much harder and more intensely forcing louder moans and groans from his lips often rolling his head back on the cars seat biting his bottom lip to conceal his groans “fuck sweetheart!” He groans “I’m close please”

I smiled and moved my head as fast as I could which was enough to tip him over the edge as he grabbed my hair forcing me as far down as I could go, his hips moving up to thrust into my mouth letting out a loud long groan as he buried his seed down my throat immediately relaxing his whole body and collapsing in the seat

I pulled back, swallowing everything in my mouth, maybe sure to softly kitten lick him clean before grabbing my slushie to take a sip to clean out the taste from my mouth, “Happy now?”

“Very happy sweetheart” he cooes holding my hand and giving it a kiss “Come on let's get you home” He says doing his pants up and starting the car again

“My home or your home?” I asked as he began to drive he gave me a glare but smirked

“Mine. You can make it up to me properly” He smirked

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nny11writes · 1 year ago

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Only One Bed: A Design Choice

For my trick or treater @glitrahasconsumedme, please enjoy this glitra fic I never posted! Happy Halloween! :)

(consider this the probably one full sized candy bar I had on hand and you got it for having the best costume of the night)

“Thanks for letting me crash again, Hordak’s been riding my ass but not paying me for the pleasure so the funds are not so great.”

Glimmer tried to not snort too hard as Catra dramatically flopped about her limited space in the passenger seat. She’d missed this. She’d missed her. By the stars and the moons, she was going to fix this and woo the girl in the process.

She carefully pulled into her driveway and tried to not be too excited. Catra might be jet lagged beyond reason (not that her sleep hygiene was ever great to begin with), but too excited would 100% give up the game. “I’d say fuck him, but don’t.”

Catra giggled a little helplessly while pawing at her bloodshot eyes. “Yeah. No Hordak fucking please.”

The woman she was desperately in love with might have trash humor and been stopped by security after being pegged as being high on drugs delaying them almost five hours, but gods fuck Glimmer had missed her garbage cat.

The ride went smoothly enough and while Catra was struggling to undo her seat belt and open her door, Glimmer grabbed her luggage and started towards the front door only to hear cursing.

“Wait. Where’s my bag? Shit. Fuck! Glimmer I fucking forgot my fucking-” Catra whipped around with wild eyes only to see Glimmer heft the duffle in the air proudly. “You’re laughing. I almost died from a heart attack, and you’re laughing!?”

“Yes!” She cackled, skipping inside her house and graciously ignoring the fond sounding bitch. Nope. No siree, didn’t hear a thing. Maybe you heard something, and if you did, get your ears checked. Be cool Moon, calm down! She was perfectly calm!

Now, she just had to be cool. Real cool. She could practically picture the lightning bolt flying around her non-existent sunglasses cool. Step two of her fool proof plan was a go-go. Glimmer watched as Catra hopped on one foot and crashed into the wall twice while trying to take her shoe off and winced. Step two was soon to be a go-go. “Need some help there?”

“I’m FINE!” Catra growled but did finally get her shoes off and stumble into the living room. “Uhhhh…”

Yessssss step two was a go-go!

“What’s up?” Be cool Glimmer.

“You...couch? You got a new couch? That looks uhm, a little, you know fancy. To be sleeping on?” Catra’s voice cracked slightly and she instantly felt horrible about this plan. She’d been banking on Catra being tired but not cry over something like this tired.

“Duh, you’re not sleeping on the couch silly. What are we? College students? C’mon, my California king came in a few weeks ago, plenty of space!” Glimmer gently bumped their hips together before looping her arm through Catra’s in apology. “Let’s get you passed out.”

Catra snorted softly but was clearly still recovering from the emotional trauma of thinking she was- gods, what? Sleeping in the bathtub? “Fuck you.”

“Ask nicely.” Glimmer pushed Catra into the bathroom. “Bath wipes on the sink, put them in the trash. Do not flush them or I will kill you.”

“Okay, and I’m supposed to?”

Don’t scream at her, don’t yell at her, she’s not being difficult on purpose for once, hold it together now. “Use them. Always feels better after a shit day or travel day to clean up.”

“Are you-” Catra cut herself off with another sniffle, carefully picking up the package of body wipes like Glimmer hadn’t bought them expressly because of her phobia. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, clean up I’ll pull your jammies and if I don’t like them you’re wearing mine.” Glimmer smirked over her shoulder, calling through the now shut door, “AND I’LL CHOOSE THE GIRLY GIRL ONES.”

Her threats were unnecessary, because Catra had at least listened to her this time about bringing proper pajamas. The last time they’d taken a trip together Catra had thought she was being hyperbolic about the jammies situation. Her mistake. Glimmer had few demands of her travel companions, but bringing real pjs and a ceramic mug were non-optional. Catra had learned that the hard way by wearing a purple silk sleep set while being forced to drink the coffee Glimmer made from the trusty ten cup drip she brought with her on every trip out of a stoneware mug covered in babies. Right on top of everything else Glimmer found a soft t-shirt wrapped around a pink and brown mug with “pussy play” surrounded by cats proudly emblazoned on it. Under that was a pair of shorts so fucking comfortable looking that Glimmer had to remind herself to not steal them instantly.

After passing Catra her clothes and changing into her own jamjams, Glimmer quickly set the bed up and prayed that the quick wipe bath wasn’t long enough for Catra to try and fight her about sleeping conditions. Or fall asleep on the toilet. Damn there were more variables than she’d intended.

But it turned out she shouldn’t have worried about that. She should have worried more about Catra’s entry into the bed, which consisted of her flicking the lights off and screaming while somehow doing a cannonball into the center of the mattress. By the time Glimmer stopped shrieking and having her heart beat through her chest, Catra’s cackling had died off into soft snoring.

Step three was a go-go.

Glimmer scooted over and wrapped herself around the little adorable ball, completely on purpose, and went to sleep.

Several Years Later

“Well,” Catra snickered, “we got together because of a cliche really. It only actually happened because I had to sleep in Glimmer’s bed when I was visiting, so there really was only one bed.”

Perfuma and Scorpia exchanged confused glances.

Oh shit. Glimmer tried to signal them but it was too late.

“What do you mean? Was something wrong with the pull out?” Scorpia asked.

Oh no.

Catra squinted at them and pointed to the pink leather cushions her friends were sitting on. “The pull out? What pull out? She had this couch by then!”

Perfuma had the gall to giggle as she waggled her eyebrows while standing up. Rude! “Oh silly, this is a pull out couch.”

“...no it isn’t.” Catra wasn’t really glaring so much as confused, right until she saw Glimmer’s bright red face. “Oh my god.”

“Oh yeah, we’ve slept on this puppy a few times!” Scorpia helpfully got up to unfold it to demonstrate as if Catra hadn’t already cottoned on to Glimmer’s old scheme.

Catra blinked at it before glaring proudly at her girlfriend. “You bitch!”

Glimmer tried to put on her best puppy dog eyes, not that it seemed to work well.

“You MANUFACTURED bed scarcity!”

“For a good cause!”

Was Glimmer ever going to live this down? No. Was she going to get kisses for life from Catra? Yes.

Worth it!

#she ra #spop #glimmer #catra #glitra #glimmer/catra #there was only one bed #by design #Glimmer is going to WIN herself a GF by being sneaky and cool and suave and reading too many romance novels #Catra is exhausted and Going Through The Horrors at work and life #humor #fluff #very mild angst #cursing because it's them #Catra totally told the TSA some off color joke implying she had drugs because she was too tired to pay attention and THINK #the couch was originally going to be lip shaped you are free to put that detail back in :)

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that-was-anticlimactic · 11 months ago

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20 questions for fic writers

tagged by my beloved @zukkaoru & @lesmiserablol <333

tagging (with no pressure): @beachytablecloth, @fabro-de-omres, & @milf-harrington (so sorry if you've already been tagged!)

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

69 which... is honestly more than i was expecting? i think it helps that my goal is to post a fic once a month mostly bc that's my motivation to keep writing even when i'm busy/stressed!

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

396,183 - omg i am SO CLOSE to 400k ahhhhhhhhh

3. what fandoms do you write for?

uhhhhhhh many??? right now, it's a lot of bsd/bnha, but it's always a plethora of things, haha! my first was prolly ninjago tbh

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

hey, little songbird, give me a song

you never quite say (but i hear)

lost in love and lost in feelings

Deeper Than Words

for a new world to begin, the old one must fall

okay the #1 for that is honestly so real that is one of my absolute favorite things i've written EVER lol, same with #2! the rest are... idk #4 is AWFUL - like one of my first atla fics and also my first time writing a ts fic (i have gotten SO MUCH BETTER AT IT NOW)

*note: i started this in like nov or early dec, and #5 changed! it was the zukka goose fic but now it's actually one of my favorites iugytfyhujiko

5. do you respond to comments

i used to be good at it. then i got stressed bc of school. and then i was suddenly like "uhhhh idk How to respond???" i think the thing that got me was i didn't know how to reply to the distressed comments on my sokka falling fic so i just. accidentally stopped.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

oh here in the garden (let's play a game) 100% rip to sokka sorry babes ilysm hate to do it to ya, love the angst tho <333 rip to everyone who missed the major character death tag lol. well... that or a spring and summer song, too brief rip to geto in the +1 oops... oh shoot... it could also be take me where my soul can run... hm...

7. what is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

this was hard, but imma go with i was a child and she was a child bc it's based on one of my favorite childhood memories! rip to zuko and his ice cream tho :/ but azula is VIBING the whole time oiuygfcgyhuij

8. do you get hate on fics?

not really? i did once have someone try to correct me and say that i wrote sokka with ocd instead of tourette's but it was in the bookmarks and it made me laugh lol. i also got this comment on my kubokai kaidou with ts fic: ".. the self projection is heavy in this one ... -_-" so idk if that counts lol

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

nope :)

10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?

uhhhh not really? i wrote ninjago equestria girls crossover oneshot in middle school but i never finished it and it SUCKED lol

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of?

12. what's the longest you've spent working on a fic? and the shortest?

uhhh i wrote a 7,600 word fic in three hours while i had covid? that's prolly the shortest? i count that as shorter than anything i may have finished faster bc i had covid lol but longest? ummmm over a year? multiple years? idkkkkkk the jay with ts fic i posted was something i wrote in 2019 and i edited it (a lot) and posted it in 2022 so??? that maybe?

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

uhhh i did with friends in middle/high school, but those never left the docs! also grace and i have. very many much so aus lol

14. what's your all-time favorite ship? from all fandoms?

RARIJACK!!! it was one of my first hardcore ships, and also was my introduction to queer ships!!! renga is a close second, but rarijack just is really important and special to me for sentimental reasons that put it above renga and others! i am also on a seroroki kick right now. it's not my all-time favorite, but the brain rot seems never ending right now lol

15. what's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

GOD SO MANY i have a folder in gdocs just for ninjago fics and there are folders within the folder for different types of wips i'll never finish - i have That many: "no substance", "baby girls", "drafts"... etc...

16. what are your writing strengths?

uhhhhhhhhhh ngl i'm in a place right now where i feel like the answer is Nothing (writer's block has been Bad recently), but i think something i'm good at in a very specific way is making readers feel the discomfort of characters? like idk i've been told that the way i write ts and tics (specifically tic attacks) makes the readers feel uncomfortable in like a "wow i didn't know it felt this way" kind of way??? i like to think i'm good at characterization??? idkkkk

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

ummm setting and scenery & connecting parts of a story, especially if they're parts that i'm stuck on/transitions are prolly my biggest ones???

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i mean go for it as long as it's respectful and like... you tried making sure it's accurate?

19. first fandom you wrote for?

uhh rainbow fairy/a-z mysteries... but that was like very briefly on paper. first time like... for Realsies was ninjago

20. favorite fic you've written?

oh 100% hey, little songbird, give me a song. it's just really special to me and writing it helped me cope with a new tic i had. but one that i wrote more recently is fantasies i'm not sure that i'm worthy of which is a ritsu-centric fic and is prolly tied as my favorite fic i wrote in 2023. the other one would be sun comes streaming through the window (& i can't sleep anymore) which is my 21k word kenji-centric fic lol but that one is like... i'm more proud of it than anything, which is what puts it up there.

#corey writes:)#okay now that i did this pls inspire me pls pls pls #want write #ahhhhh #n e ways #i feel like i rambled so much goshhhhhhh #the ritsu fic tho... it's about the Guilt... y eah...

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