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[hiccupscloud-26]

Hicvember Day 16: Self-Indulgent

Hey everyone, so I had this whole intro written, saved it, came back to it and found out it didn't save🥲. So, uhhh, I don't remember what I said, but I'm sure I mentioned that this is self-indulgent because the hiccups are based on my favorite hiccup videos.

And as usual, just Calliope and Indyko are in this story, yada yada, something about needing to write Xvari more, yada, yada

Hicvember prompts: self-indulgent/induced

CW:

-induced hiccups

-fast hiccups

-loud hiccups

-burping

-stuffing mention

Indyko walked through the bedroom door, flopping face first onto the bed. They took a deep breath and groaned exhausted.

“Rough day, babe?” Calliope asked, gently massaging their hair with her free hand.

Her other hand was scrolling through social media.

“Mmmmm,” was their only response and the younger of them chuckled quietly.

“Duly noted…why don't you just go to sleep and shower in the morning?” Calliope suggested.

“Nnngh,” Indy whined softly, turning their head to look at Calliope, “you sure?”

“Yeah, just don't make it a habit,” the woman smiled, “one night isn't going to hurt ya.”

Indyko gave a big sigh before kicking off their shoes and scooching up to their pillow like a worm. “Kay, love you.”

Calliope smiled, “love you too- and they're already gone, hehe.”

She stood from the bed and tucked her beloved under the covers. She then grabbed her phone, cut out the main light, leaving the night light on before leaving the bedroom and closing the door behind herself.

Heading down the stairs and to the kitchen, she was trying to be as quiet as possible, wanting Indy to be in full sleep mode before she even risked this. See, Calliope's been feeling this urge to induce her hiccups today, but between classes, hanging out with her best friend, and doing homework/studying, she hadn't been able to attempt it all day. She could've done so while studying, but honestly, she would never be able to focus on studying when she's enjoying a mild case of hiccups.

She opened up the refrigerator as she started her process. Quiet burps erupted from her as she pushed the air to the back of her throat and released the burps. This was only step one. She grabbed the soda that was in the back of the fridge before closing the door and heading to her office space–aka, the room farthest from the bedroom.

“Alright, we should be safe now,” she whispered and rubbed where her diaphragm was located, “let ‘em rip.”

She giggled at her goofiness before pressing record on her audio recording app and took a huge, quick swig of her soda. Instantly, she felt a silent spasm before a burp erupted out of her. Calliope smiled, knowing that if she kept burping, she'd get them for sure. She continued the pattern of releasing some strong burps, drinking more soda, silently hiccuping, and repeating. She did this for about 2 minutes before she noted her spasms happening without being prompted by soda.

“Okay, *hnkup* I think *huckuh* we're good *HU'UP!*-oh, excuse *higguh* me,” she covered her mouth as she watched her whole body jolting wildly with every hiccup.

She lifted up her pajama shirt and smiled at the sight of her big, soft, belly bouncing to the rhythm. The hiccups were coming at every breath, with no signs of stopping soon.

“*hick* *HI'uh-rrrp*” she covered her mouth at a hiccup burp combo, “oh m-*HMMP*-my *HMPK*-ooh.”

Calliope chuckled at all the different sounds that were bouncing out of her. That's one of the reasons why she loved her hiccups. Every single one was unique and had a different story to tell. She felt bittersweet about having to keep them somewhat quieter so as to not wake her partner.

“*hickuh* *KUH-rrrp*” she kept surprising herself with her hiccup burps, but they were to be expected. With hiccups caused by burping and soda and all of that air, it was bound to happen. “Shhhh *higguh-rrrp* that's be-*himpk*-better.”

She chuckled at their obedience, but she knew it wouldn't last for long. So she brought her phone closer to her mouth to enhance the volume whenever she'd listen back.

“*hmpf*-mm I've got *himguh-rrp*-mm scuse *higuh!-rrp*-mm excuse *hig-uh!‐gmp*-ah,” she whined playfully, “hiccups…*BIP!'kmp*-mm, oops that wa-*HIGGIT!*”

Calliope's eyes widened as she covered her mouth and glanced at the ceiling, listening for any movement. When she heard none, she sighed in relief, which of course was interrupted by a silent spasm, but she didn't mind at all.

“I told you *hmpmp!* to shhh,” Calliope reprimanded, “can't wake Indy *himpgm?*” She giggled at the way it sounded like her hiccups had asked a question. “You know, my beloved par-*himpGUH!*...okay, guess yo-*holp!*-ou don't really care *hickip!* huh?”

“*himpgahmp!*” the hiccups responded.

Calliope only smiled and rubbed her tummy happily. She was enjoying riding these out, the way her whole upper body would jerk uncontrollably, her stomach, gosh, the way it bounced out like a water wave and she could kind of hear the sloshing of the soda inside if she listened close enough. But she turned and looked at her soda, tempted to try to make them worse.

“*grrrrpHUP!* all these burps…*hup!kulp!*,” she squeezed her tummy at the double spasm. Huh, maybe her hiccups were trying to show off tonight. “Show offs- *hiyup**hicc'p**hip*...*ickolp!*-oh that was nice.”

She was amazed by that triple. Her body was so intriguing and held her interest. She couldn't help but feel a bit proud. She grabbed her soda, deciding to risk it. Besides, Indy hadn't budged since she'd been down here and frankly, even with the muffled and quieter spasms, she still felt like she could make them a bit faster.

“G-*guUUP!*-get ready-*ICkup-grrroolpeerrrrllllllpp-HU'UP!*-ugh go-*HU'OP*‐gosh,” her eyes widened before another, “*HIUrup!*” erupted out of her. “Excuse me, that was *huuckiiip!* a huge burp…”

She then proceeded to drink more of her soda, muffled, but loud hiccups spasming after every gulp. When she released, all at once, her body went crazy.

“*ic’KAUP!*-mm *HUIK!*- uh *HUCK!*-uh gosh *HICK!* *HIMPgm!*” she patted her chest twice, hardly able to breathe.

“*ic'KULP!* *HICK!rrrpHICK!grrrh* *HICKim*-uh” then she patted her chest once again. These hiccups were harder and faster and louder. She was in so much euphoria, she hadn't even noticed the sound of movement upstairs.

“*HIUP!*-ah *H'UMP!*-ah *hiyuck-ah!HICK!*-uh *HIMMP!* *HMK!*-uh *HUCK!*‐ah *HUWICKup!rrrrphuUCK!*” Calliope placed a hand on her tummy, rubbing it gently, as more hard hiccups didn't give her a break.

“*HU'GUCK!* *HIGCKUH!*-uh” she placed her other hand on her chest, “go-*HUCKUH!*-osh jee-*HIGguh!*‐z.”

“Callie?” Indy's sleepy voice broke through and Calliope froze, as well as her body would let her.

“In-*HMMKM!*-huff,” she bit her lip before a sharp, “*HUCK!*-ugh…*HUP!*”

She was finally able to breathe a bit, the hiccups calming down slightly, but still quite loud if “*hICG'KOLP!*” had something to say about it.

Indyko looked at her concerned, “aww, you caught the hiccups, hun?”

“Oh f-*huck*-uck,” Calliope, despite having just attempted to say their name, forgot they were here. “Indyko, I *hickuck* I can explain-*hmmMMP!*”

She blushed, embarrassed at being caught. She knew she'd be caught eventually. She should've just gone to sleep and ignored her urges.

“Explain?” Indyko tilted their head. “What is there to explain? You got the hiccups and came down here so you wouldn't disturb me. It happens to all of us. Heck, I literally had the hiccups a few weeks ago from that curry, remember?”

Of course she remembered, how could she forget the sight of her beloved hiccuping mercilessly from eating something spicy.

“Yeah, I-*hU'ULK'L*,” Calliope looked away.

“Aw love, they sound really bad. Is there anything I can do to help get rid of them?” Indy offered their help.

“No-*huuu'uuu'uuck'l* shit,” three hiccups overlapped themselves.

“No? But…they sound painful,” Indyko seemed more confused than judgy.

“They *hm'GOUP!grrrp* excuse me,” this was torture. Not the hiccups, of course, but being caught in the act. Having to explain this to Indy.

Even though they clearly thought she had randomly caught these hiccups, she couldn't lie to them. She knew she should keep her mouth shut, avoid this conversation. Indy was going to find her weird and leave her for sure after this.

After a deep breath, interrupted by a *huck!grrup!*, she attempted to explain, “please b-*BIP!gurrp*-bear with me, but…I didn't *HIP!grruup* excuse me, rando-*hhhOLP!*-fuck, randomly get these hiccups…I gave them-*h'muckEEEP!* to myself…*HU'uck*.”

She refused to make eye contact, but Indy still looked at her.

“Really? Why'd you do that?” They asked validly, curiously.

“I…” Calliope closed her eyes tightly, “have a thing for h-hiccups! Well, m-more like a feti-*hip*-ish? I like listening to them and I like having them! I'm-*mk* sorry, I know it's weird andifyouwannabreakupwithmeIdontblameyouyoucanstillliveherejustinseparateroomsand-”

“Whoa whoa whoa, Callie, sugar bear, slow down, breathe,” Indyko went over and held her hands, placing one hand to their chest and taking a deep breath in.

Calliope followed their lead, taking a deep breath in with them.

“And out, very good Callie,” they both exhaled slowly. “Now look at me please? Or in my general direction? Whichever is more comfortable for you.”

The red-eyed woman glanced in their general direction, opting to choose to look at her hand on their chest. “Y-yeah?” She stammered out.

“Thank you for being honest with me about this,” Indy squeezed her hand gently. “And everyone's got their thing…kinks and fetishes. It's a part of everyone's lives, there's nothing to be ashamed of.”

“But mines is weird…” Calliope muttered, looking away again.

“No it's not…not as weird as stuffings,” Indy blushed and it was their turn to look away.

Calliope looked back at Indy, “you…enjoy stuffing?”

Indyko nodded, “yeah, or just the tummy in general. The way it stretches and grumbles at it reaches its point of being full…” they blushed even more.

“That's not weird, Indy-”

“Well neither is yours, dear,” Indyko interrupted, making their point. “So don't be ashamed. I love every part of you, and learning this new information just makes me love you even more.”

Calliope couldn't help but jump up and hug her partner close, a few tears even breaking through. “Thank you…” she whispered as Indy hugged her even closer.

“Thank you,” Indyko added, placing a kiss on her forehead, “oh, and, uh…your hiccups are gone~”

Calliope gasped, but chuckled, “you tease…but yeah, I think I spooked them away….bummer.”

“Well, if you wanna do an encore, I'm always down for watching a soda bloat,” Indyko half-joked.

“How'd you know I used soda?” Calliope tilted her head confused.

Indyko pointed to the bottle of soda on the floor, “I used context clues.”

“Mm, but as tempting as that sounds, it's kinda late and my tummy's kinda tired,” Calliope revealed before she grabbed her phone, turning off the recording as a yawn escaped her lips, “huh, guess I'm a little tired too.”

“Then let's get to bed and we can cuddle and I'll rub your tummy til you feel better. If you're comfy with me doing so,” Indyko smiled.

“Heck yeah! You're my partner, Indy, of course I'm comfy with that,” Calliope looked up at them and returned their smile. Then she kissed their lips, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Indyko smiled even more before holding Calliope's hand and leading her to the bedroom.

Fin~

[hiccupscloud-26]

Look at my bb girl🥺 they would love this spotlight, embarrassed about the hiccups though, poor girlie. Thank you for drawing them!💚

Day 25: Greetings, Kai

|| BRIEF MESSAGE: @hiccupscloud-26, here is your dear character, Kai, chosen to be art composed for this "Day 25 Prompt." What a surprise for me to do them, actually. I had a nice time drawing this baby of yours. I do hope I did justice on them. Think of this as an art for you instead of a prompt that needs to be accomplished. Extending my gratitude for giving me your consent to do your original character! ||

After setting 3 spins, here is the chosen original character the wheel has destined to me. Do check them out, respectfully. Their characters and fictions are sweet and awesome.

[maggotstrench]

Uhhhh i got some juice in here? Im tying get through some stuff in chrono-order so if there are mistakes im sorry.

Contains:

Loud hiccups, hard hiccups too

Self doubt, talking bad mentally about yourself

Talking bad mentally about your sexuality

Elevators if you’re scared of failing elevators or being trapped in an elevator be careful?

Mediocre writing and weird spacing (when i try to fix it it deletes it?)

Anyway enjoy

He was fucked. From the moment his croc touched the elevator floor he was fucked. He'd have gotten the next one if he'd been paying attention but as it was the doors shut behind him and Cailean was in front of him. The maintenance man had some of his fingers in his mouth and one of those vending machine popcorn bags in his free hand. He made a startled noise and coughed hard, he wiped his hand over his jumpsuit and shoving his trash in one of his pockets.

Enoch watched all of this unfold with the sickening realization that he himself was in sweatpants and a hoodie for somewhere he hadn't been in 5 years. Fuck he felt sloppy. They stared at each other for a moment, Cailean was still clearing out whatever was stuck in his throat. Enoch turned around to face the doors and noted that they were both headed down into the basement archive when he didn't have to press the button himself. He chewed on one of his nails, puzzled.

“What are you fixing in the base-”

“-HLK!-”

“-ment..” Enoch's skin buzzed a little at the interruption, when he turned his head back to Cailean he had one fist up to chest thumping it a bit. He hiccupped again, loudly, a sheepish expression coming over his face. Enoch turned back to look at his reflection in the doors but he could still hear, for all his mild mannered exterior Cailean had probably the loudest hiccups enoch had ever encountered. He shifted slightly trying not to be hard or anything stupid in front of their only maintenance man.

“im -HIG’UCK!- sorry h-HUCK!- hiccups” Enoch could see Cail behind him in the doors, he’d moved his fist to be over his mouth trying, and failing, to muffle his hiccups. There was more force behind these than when they’d first met. Enoch was almost beside himself at the thought of the 5 minute maximum ride down to the basement.

“Dont worry about it.” Enoch looked up at the ceiling instead of his coworker “it's a short ride down.” As if god hated him personally, as soon as the words were out of his mouth there was a loud mechanical thunk and they both pitched a bit forward. Enoch was pushed against the doors and Cailean was leaned over onto Enoch's back. He felt sickeningly hot as he felt the other hiccup roughly into him before righting himself and apologizing. Enoch took a second to reset his absolutely boiling mind.

“Can I submit the ticket to get this one fixed now or should I wait” Enoch asked when his tongue fit in his mouth again. Cailean snorted a laugh behind him between hiccups. Fuck he couldn't laugh like that and also have hiccups, Enoch was in hell.

“I'm -HUCK!- mm not an elev-HILK!-ator techn-HIC!-tion” Cailean leaned past him to press the emergency button. “Now it's a w-HLK!- waiting -HMUCK!-HCK!- game” he sat on the floor, leaning against the elevator wall, fidgeting with his hands. Enoch slumped into one of the corners and pulled his legs up to his chest. He hated this stupid old building. They sat in silence for a minute or rather they weren't talking, silence was pushing it.

“so” Cailean cleared his throat, hiccuping, “what -HCK’LP!- do you -HNK!- do for fun?”

Enoch wanted to slip into the carpet, he was a bit self conscious of, well everything, but mostly his hobbies. You didnt become an archivist if you were a normal man with normal things to do but he also wasn’t good at lying.

“I.. make art” that was a good way to put it he thought hoping the conversation might end. His hopes were dashed when he saw the other man brighten.

“Ooh! Me -HIGGUP!- mhm Me too” he leaned forward to give enoch attention, “-HUCK!- what do y--you make?” He was trying to hold back now, Enoch could tell that much because he was a grubby pervert.

”I uhm” he looked at the door avoiding eye contact and also avoiding watching cailean get jerked around, “i paint and craft very small things and make macabre miniature scenes” He felt stupid it was a dumb thing to do with your spare time and money.

”c-HICK!-can i see?” There was nothing in cailean’s tone that hinted at mockery, and when Enoch turned to look at him he seemed to have a sincere expression on. Sometime while enoch wasn't looking cail had shifted to sit with his legs out in front of him in a V shape, He looked like a teddy bear. Enoch kind of balked but reached for his phone anyway. He scrolled for a second before landing on a tiny butcher shop hed put together, the meat had taken a while to gloss. He hesitated a second before handing his phone over, his head was hollaring at him that this was a terrible idea and The handsome maintenance man was just going to laugh at him-

“-Hmk- you m--made this?” Cailean was zooming in now “did you sc--ugh sculpt these -HUCK’M!- Sorry these tiny saus--sages?” He was asking genuinely. Enoch felt his heart do something he was just going to ignore.

“I uh Yeah i had too i had to make all the meat by hand it isn’t like the paper crafts or the knives, i got those from dollhouse kits i found” he put the brakes on before he overshared but cailean was still looking with admiration at his cellphone, at Enoch's stupid little diorama.

“Ugh Uh Uhm w-w-what about you? You uhm craft?” Enoch didnt want to seem rude, as uncomfortably horny and off center as he felt. Cailean seemed as taken aback to be asked about his interests as Enoch had. He handed his phone back to him and leaned back against the wall.

“I -HMK!- UGh” hed not seen cailean frustrated yet but it seemed like he genuinly wanted to talk now and his hiccups were being an obstacle, he thumped his chest again. “I m-make -HICC’MP!- Pott--ery” he was pinching the bridge of his nose now, the other hand on his chest. Enoch felt less arousal, gratefully, he was more concerned now which was more welcome.

“Do you..” he chewed on his nail again “want me to look something up to help?” He hoped he didn't have to say it, that the implication might be enough. Lucky for him Cailean seemed more intuitive than enoch himself was, the other man waved him off.

“Mist--er cures doe-HULK!-doesn't know?” He laughed and enoch felt himself flush again, cailean had a nice laugh hiccups aside. “Its -HULP!- fine” he muffled a another hiccup, “water would be -HICC’MP!- nice” Cailean admitted. Enoch leaned back and let his legs loose along the floor, almost touching cail’s.

”Shibasaki-“

“Just -HIC!- Caileans f—fine” he interrupted, smiling at him. Hell he was smiling at him and his lips looked soft- Enoch heard the brakes slam in his head again.

”Cailean, do you think…” he felt silly asking, “do you think you'll be staying at this university for a while?” He wasnt looking at him so he couldnt read the others face. He usually wouldn’t ask he actually couldn’t parse how he was forcing himself to say anything at all. Fluke of being trapped in an elevator with another human who didn’t think he was a weirdo, well not for what he enjoyed making anyhow.

“Its not -HIP!- bad. I do-HUCK’M!- dont see why n--not” cailean said, when Enoch turned to look at him he chocked it up to his own manky brain that the other seemed to be a bit red on his cheeks.

There was a loud grinding noise and enoch slammed his hands over his ears, distantly noting cailean doing the same. After some prying of metal and squeezing through the between floors they were free.

“That could've been worse” enoch said brushing the seat of his pants clean, he looked over at cailean who was stretching out his back “how are you feeling”

Enoch watched him go, he felt sick almost but not in a bad way, he rubbed his face down and went to find the stairs.

“Pretty good actually, you can add violent, no warning elevator rescue to your cure list” Cailean laughed, patting Enoch’s shoulder. His hands were warm, but not unwelcome they felt strong. Enoch suppressed a shudder.

“I'm grabbing water anyways though, I know my body and its evil. Ill see you around Enoch. ” he waved before making his way to what enoch assumed would be the lounge.

[suntamer]

𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐑 : the protagonist of my upcoming bg3 fic, ❝ 𝐇𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐕𝐍𝐓 𝐋𝐔𝐏𝐈. ❞

[doginasillyhat]

yo gang another hiccup fic. if the pacing is off i’m so sorry i shaved like 600 words off it because it got too off topic. also i think the lack of more hiccuping is because im still getting used to writing this stuff without being embarrassed LMAO

cannibalism fic coming soon :) started it today and it is Very Fun hehe

content warning for:

not a lot! hiccuping mostly, but there’s no real obvious arousal from skipper. she’s just kind of into her husband all around. but it was WRITTEN for kink enjoyment even if there’s like none of it because of the aforementioned deep rooted embarrassment within myself. i luv my ocs guyse :)

Skipper yawned, put the car in park, and took a moment in the car to breathe. She loved modeling deeply - her choice in career path was not something that she’d ever regret. But she had just spent six hours on set wearing sundresses for the upcoming spring season in the chill of mid-winter, her hair and makeup constantly switching to match the next design she was modeling. It was a wonder that her extremities hadn’t frozen off yet. It felt close to it.

Now, in the comfort of the heated car, wearing her favourite moss green cardigan with the cute little embroidered sheep on the pockets, Skipper could exist in silence for the first time that day.

She loved her husband. Honestly, the only thing getting her through the day was the joy that came bubbling under the surface, knowing that Elliot was waiting for her. His day off had coincided with the gig, unfortunately, but Elliot had promised that he’d do all the chores for her so that she had nothing to worry about. Skipper loved it when he acted all househusband-y; one day she’d convince him to wear that little apron she had bought. Although, she knew he’d probably rather die than wear it, even if it was only for her in the safety of their bedroom.

Taking one more breath, Skipper opened the door to her car and stepped out into the cool winter air. Her boots clicked against the concrete pathway that led from the driveway to the house. The house was on the smaller side, coloured a soft brown with a dark roof, shrubbery sitting beside the three steps that led up to the front door. She gazed at the plant life. It would be time to clip it back soon.

She opened the door and stepped inside. Immediately the warm of the heater burrowed into her cold skin, warming her from inside out. She shrugged off the cardigan, draping it over her arm.

“Hi baby, I’m home.”

Elliot didn’t answer. She assumed that the man couldn’t hear her over the sound of the television. The television wasn’t usually up so loud. It wasn’t worrying, of course; just confusing.

She sat by the front door on the little bench they kept close by, taking off her boots and then sitting them by the door, all nice and ordered, before she made her way deeper into the house.

The hallway led to an archway to the right, which led into the living room. The television was on, of course, showing some kind of superhero film from Netflix. She could see Elliot’s socked feet hanging over the side of the couch. He was too tall for the couch when he tried to lay on it lengthwise. Skipper herself was close to being too tall.

“Hey,” she greeted her husband, leaning over the back of the couch to press a kiss to his head. He flinched in surprise, rolling onto his back to meet her gaze. He looked bashfully at her.

“Hi,” he answered, voice tense. There was a pause before he answered again, chest jumping.

Skipper raised a brow, lips curling into an amused smile. “Hi,” she said for the third time. “You good?”

“Yeah - hmk! Ugh. Hiccups.”

His cheeks flushed, he cleared his throat, only causing another squeaky hip! to escape his lips.

“Why’s the television up so high?”

“I’m- hmk! I’m losing f- hilp! focus. The,” another pause, and he visibly tried to swallow back another hiccup. “Hiccups are too loud.”

Skipper giggled, finding the situation quite funny, and super cute. Gosh, everything Elliot did was so cute.

“Hmm, that’s no good,” she teased, walking around the couch to perch herself on the edge of the couch, her manicured fingers carding through his hair. Elliot’s lips were pressed together. He had bemoaned at length that he disliked how squeaky his hiccups were, and indeed, they were. At least, for more masculine standards. It wasn’t like Skipper had a lot of experience hearing men hiccup, really, having spent her childhood in private all-girl schools, and then years in a female modeling agency surrounded by women.

Elliot didn’t seem particularly bothered by the hiccups, but he had always been more inclined to embarrassment than anything. He was soft, easily flustered. Years of walking around in front of strangers in dresses barely covering her backside, tripping over her own heels, or her skirt catching and ripping on snags in sets had left Skipper less prone to embarrassment, able to take things in stride better than her husband.

“It’s been.. HUP!” (at that surprisingly loud hiccup, Elliot flushed deeper and shifted his gaze away from Skipper) “It’s b-hilk! been like, forty-five mhilk! minutes since it started.”

Skipper made a sympathetic hum. “Guessing nothing helped?”

He shook his head, eyes trained on the television. “I mhk! I did chores, by the way.”

Smiling, she leaned down and pressed a kiss to his head again. “Oh, you’re a sweetheart. You’re perfect.”

Flustered, Elliot sat up and pushed Skipper away. His head rocked back as another hiccup, sufficiently muffled by his closed mouth, thumped his chest. Clearing his throat, he knocked his elbow with hers.

“‘m not per- HMK! perfect, Skipper.”

“You are, but sure. Let’s pretend, for like, a minute that you aren’t - what’s your damage babe! I think it’s at the very very super duper least that, like, doing all the chores is a perfectly gentlemanly thing to do for your wife!”

Elliot considered that, exhaling slowly through his nose, the action interspersed with his hiccups. His face screwed up. “I d- hmk! don’t know if I hulp! agree, Skip.”

Sitting herself on her husband’s lap, the blonde giggled. Her thin hands cupped his cheeks, thumbs brushing over his skin, and then slowly trailed down his neck, his chest. Her eyes shifted to her hands, watching as they jumped every time his chest did. She could feel his heart thumping against her palms through the fabric of his shirt.

“Hmm, did I ask if you agreed?” She teased. “I don’t recall asking for your opinion. Why are you so against it, anyway!”

Skipper leaned forward, pressing her forehead against his. He responded by opening his mouth to protest, although with another soft hiccup he closed his mouth again. She kissed the tip of his nose, moving down to kiss his throat. The feeling of the hitching against her lips was euphoric. He whined softly at her kissing. Having him at her mercy was always her favorite.

“Hilp! Stop, Skipper,” he huffed, another sharp hiccup interrupting his breathing as he exhaled shakily. Skipper’s teeth caught the soft skin of his throat, letting out a quiet giggle, her lips sucking at his skin.

“Not until you stop ruining this with your hiccups.”

Almost instinctively, Elliot pointedly held his breath, Skipper pulling back and grinning at her husband. Her hands rested on his chest, waiting impatiently.

[glitterrosesnzz]

new snz oc fic cause why not

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"Emberlyn... you can't go."

"Why not? I've been invited."

"It's a harvest festival."

"Yeah, and?"

Ci fixed Emberlyn with a disappointed stare- one that Emberlyn didn't think was physically possible for a cat to produce, even if said cat could talk. Emberlyn paused in the middle of placing another box of dog treats on the shelf he'd been stocking in order to stare back, determined.

The staredown in between them lasted for another few seconds before Emberlyn let out a sigh.

"C'mon, my hay allergy isn't that bad..." He said, "It'll be fine."

"Your identity will be outed within 15 seconds." Ci deadpanned, hopping down from the shelf they'd been perched on to the floor in order to circle around Emberlyn's feet. "Maybe even less than that."

"I have better control of myself than that. And why would you care about it?" Emberlyn crossed his arms, "In case you've forgotten, you've actively tried to compromise my identity before."

Ci muttered something that sounded suspiciously like 'it wouldn't be any fun if people knew'. Emberlyn didn't get the chance to comment on it though, as Ci was already padding off around a corner, the cat vanishing out of sight.

Figuring the conversation was basically over, Emberlyn went back to stocking the shelves.

Only, six minutes later, the shelf above his head shook, and Emberlyn looked up to see Ci sitting there, a small amount of hay held in their mouth.

"...How did you get that?" As far as Emberlyn could recall, the door to the room where the hay for the rabbits in the pet store was kept was left closed. There should not have been any feasible way for a cat to get in there. Unfortunately, in thinking about how in the hell Ci had gotten in there, it did not occur to Emberlyn to actually move. Something Ci took advantage of as they let the hay drop from their mouth directly over top of him.

"Magic." They said, with zero other explanation. They watched with some mixture of boredom and anticipation as Emberlyn tried ineffectively to swat the hay away from his face.

"Hh...hEH-" Emberlyn's breath hitched, his body not even giving him the chance to try and hold back- "H'NTtshiew!! Hihh- hEH'SChh! Hih'NGxtu!!"

Emberlyn sniffled, rubbing at his nose. Ci layed down on the shelf, their tail swishing lazily.

"Your hair's still purple." They 'helpfully' informed him.

"I knohH- know, I'm k-keeping couhH'ESChhiew!!"

"Blonde."

"Hh'NTCHhiew!!"

"Purple."

"Hihh- hH'ESHhii!"

"Blonde again."

"HhEH'SHhiew!!"

"Purp- oh, the lights flickered with that one-"

"ShhH-shut up! HihH'TShhiew! Hh... hH-HIhH-" Emberlyn kept his hands cupped over his nose and mouth as he doubled over in another fit. "H'Ttshiew! HihH'SChhiew!! 'NTshh! Hh'EShh! HhEH'SHhiew! Hehh- hH'ESChhiew!!"

"...You done?" Ci asked, waiting until Emberlyn hesitantly nodded before they continued, "Well, you ended on blonde, at least. Do you get why you shouldn't go, now?"

Emberlyn silently nodded again, his hands still covering the lower half of his face. Ci tilted their head to the side a little, snickering as they noticed the faint sparks of electricity now appearing in short bursts around Emberlyn.

"What's wrong?" Ci asked, "...Cat got your tongue?"

"Stop tea--sing me, you kn--know exactly what's wro-hic!" Emberlyn visibly winced at the audible hiccup that escaped him, shrinking in on himself a bit as he tried to ignore the way Ci started outright laughing at him. "....I'm- I'm gonna go get some w--water before I electroc-hnk!... electrocute someo-hic!"

[petrifiedforests]

Fic Game

rules: give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the fewest words.

Thank you for the tag @cacodaemonia! This is always a fun one

Most hits Drabble Kinktober 2024 - That one is no surprise, it has a whopping 31 chapters that were released daily, so even if the same number of people read it, the hit count would automatically be a lot higher. And it's a lot of different ships, so maybe it reached different people? Might be that it's smut? Regardless, it has 4.5 times more hits than number two. Loads of ships, drabbles of smut

Second most kudos It's all in the hands - An all time favorite of mine. Dogma and his very specific speech and thought patterns were loads of fun. Dogma learns to knit.

3. Third most comments Hey Brother - Another Dogma fic. That's my first multi-chapter fic I think. Tup and Dogma join the Wolfpack after Umbara.

4. Fourth most bookmarks A Most Important Question - I am sensing a pattern here. Dogma has really taken over this game, hasn't he. This one is very sweet and I like how cozy it is. Dogma has a question for Tup.

5. Fifth most words Zero Unread Messages - I like this one. For as much as it fought me while writing it, I think it was worth the pay off. Boil goes to Umbara for clean up.

6. Fewest words Feather for Feather - Ohhh, that's a sad one. Hics, my precious boy. I really should write him and Pillar again. OC Wing AU

No pressure tagging whoever wants to play, I know some peeps don't like to look at their statistics.

[birinboom]

Kirishima Comes Home To Reader Drunk Off His Ass

Kirishima Eijirou x GN Reader

Established relationships, alcohol consumption, pet names (Reader calls Kiri ‘honey’, Kiri calls Reader ‘babe’), fluff, spice 💌 832 words

A/N: This drabble actually belongs to a Kiri x OC fic I’m working on. Not sure if I’ll ever manage to finish it enough to even post the first chapter so I rewrote this part to fit a GN Reader. If I left in any fem pronouns please let me know!

You were jerked out of your sleep when the front door slammed, then someone shushed it loudly.

Groaning at the rude awakening, you rolled over to check the time. Eijirou was finally home from his agency’s New Year’s celebration, and it sounded like he was drunk off his ass. Turning on the bedside lamp, you got up with a heavy sigh; when he got this drunk he usually needed help getting into bed. Thankfully you only had to deal with his drunk, stubborn ass once or twice a year.

You found him sitting on the floor by the entryway, trying - and failing - at pulling his shoes off. 

“Hey,” you mumbled, rubbing your face. 

Eijirou looked up at you with a bright, toothy smile. “Hiya!”

Crouching next to him, you pointed at his shoes. “Y’know it might work better if you untied them first.”

“Oh.”

“Do you need help?”

“Naw, I got this!”

He finally managed to get his shoes off and got to his feet, swaying. You eyed him suspiciously. “How much did you drink?”

“Jus’ a lil’ bit. About… thiiiis much!” he giggled, holding his thumb and index finger up about two millimeters apart.

You sighed again, looping an arm around his back. “You’re such a pain when you’re drunk.”

“Am not! At least I don’t get angerey, like Ba-*hic*-hakugou.”

“Mhm. Let’s get you to bed, honey.”

He shushed you. “We gotta be quiet, my partner’s prob’ly asleep.”

You couldn’t help but smile. This was the first time he had been drunk enough to not recognize you. “Is that so?”

“Yeah! They need their sleep, they work wa-hay too hard.” He let out another giggle. “They’re super-super-duper cute when they sleep. Have you ever met them?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Well, you should!”

When the two of you made it to the bedroom, Eijirou flopped down on the bed, then pointed at the oversized Red Riot shirt you were wearing. “Hey, that’s me!! I didn’t realize you were a fan!”

You had trouble hiding your smirk. “One might even say I’m your biggest fan.” 

“Oh, cool! It’s nice to meet ya.”

“Yeah, likewise.” You reached for his belt buckle but he pushed your hands away.

“Whoa, what are you doing?!”

“C’mon, Ei, I wanna go back to sleep. You’re gonna get too warm if you keep your jeans on.” 

You reached out again, but this time he grabbed onto your wrists, keeping them away from him. “I don’t want--”

“Ei, stop. That’s not what I’m trying to--”

“No! I’m sure you’re a very, v-very nice person, but I really love my partner!”

“Ei, I AM your partner.”

He blinked up at you for a moment, then his face split into a brilliant grin. “Oh hey, babe! When did you get here?”

 You had to fight not to laugh at his change of mood. If you did, he’d never agree to go to sleep. 

“I’ve been here all night,” you said.

“Really? D’you know who runs this place? ‘Cos the service here is terrible. One of the staaffff won’t stop hitting on me even though I keep saying no.”

You pulled your hands out of his grip and reached for his belt again. “How awful. Let’s get you to bed.”

“I’d love to, babe, but I think I’m a teensy bit too drunk for that.”

You finally managed to pull his pants off. Straddling him, you set to work on the buttons of his dress shirt. He sat up and kissed you sloppily, one hand at the back of your head, the other kneading your behind. The rank taste of old alcohol filled your mouth. 

“I thought you were too drunk for that,” you coughed when he finally let you breathe.

“Well… I can give it a try since you keep in-- insssh-- inshisishting.”

You pushed the dress shirt over his shoulders, leaving him in a white t-shirt. “I’d rather not. Just go to sleep already.”

“Only if you join me!” Wrapping strong arms around you, he let himself fall backwards with yet another giggle. He started pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses against your neck then abruptly stopped.

“Ei?” 

You were met with a soft snore. Sighing once more, you shuffled around in his tight grip to turn off the lights and pull the covers over the two of you. He really was the worst, most endearing drunk.    

 When you got up the next morning, Eijirou was still fast asleep. As soon as you left the bed, he reached out for you. When he couldn’t find you, he instead grabbed your pillow, burrowing his face into it. You heard him mumbling something about a teapot battle. 

Checking up on him an hour later, a bottle of water and painkillers in hand, you found him with your pillow thrown over his face. He shifted the pillow a smidge, glancing up at you with blurry, red-rimmed eyes.

“Could you tell the sun to shut up?” he wheezed, voice gravelly. “‘S too loud for me.”

Thank you so much for reading! Likes, comments, reblogs, and asks (on and off anon) are always greatly appreciated! If you like what you’ve read, please check out my other works. Love, Em 💖

Do not repost, redistribute, copy, modify, record, translate, or plagiarize my writing. If you see someone posting my writing claiming it as their own, or posting a narration of my writing, please let me know!

[tkwritesdumbassassins]

Songfic Tag Game!

oh wow thank you so much @rookinthecrownest ♥ This was a LOT of fun to mull on

Rules: Pick a song to accompany each of your fics or as many as you like. This might be the fic's inspiration or just pure vibes that you'd like to share with readers. Tag as many people as fics you feature (or do as you please!)

Caveat Lector Hic Sunt Dæmones (Pre-Canon Lucanis Dellamorte x Rook de Riva)

Cat's Paws, Viper's Fangs (Witcher AU, Federico Auditore x OC)

Justitia (Assassin's Creed, Federico Auditore x OC)

I no pressure tag: @say-lene @satashiiwrites @redhairedmuses @zealousdetectivegladiator @superwrites @nemo-of-house-hamartia @poetikat @hannahmationstudios

[frankensteinmf]

mentorship RE0, oc x canon, fanfic

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this is a silly before the shit storm fan fic ---- Jaiden and Jordan Manalang = @feng-shui71 Nikita ''Laika'' Yokovic = me:D ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ FEBUARY 1998, BAR Nikita sat by the bar, quiet and all to himself.. its rare he had moments of peace..tranquility.. a sometimes desired but.. terrifying concept. left to his deepest thoughts.. reminding him of the true thing stuck under that skin.. no matter how many mask's he puts on.. no matter how much he cares deeply about those hes trained.. hes not sure if its truly him.. the S.T.A.R.S was an experience he was so unprepared for.. going from a fear right hand man, made to kill.. to a middle aged father who treats most of the rookies as his own.. its weird.. before he could continue thinking, someone sat next to him.. Nikita turned to look at who sat next to him and was met with an arm around his shoulders. '' L.T! didnt expect you would be drinking huh?..'' Jaidan Manalang, an soldier (alongside his twin sister). one Nikita knew was a.. handfull.. frankly a doofus he seemed to enjoy spending time with.. ''.. shouldn't you be making reports Jaid?..'' Nikita asked calmly as he drank his whiskey. Jaiden chuckled. '' and miss out at one of my bosses getting drunk as hell? well i be dammed, i would do this happily..'' Jaiden chuckled as he ordered himself a cocktail. ''.. god no wonder Al complains about you alot..'' Nikita sighs.. yet he cant hate Jaiden.. even if hes a torn in his side, a big one.. Jaiden scoffs dramatically before drinking his cocktail. '' what isnt that G.I. Joe motherfucker NOT complaining about? '' Nikita sighed.. the two drank in peace, Jaiden making remarks and jabs while Nikita replied more calmly. after a while of getting pretty drunk, the two were more immersed in their conversation.. just two men, one more serious and professionals, the other a silly idiot.. just talking and enjoying their free time.. two hours later, the two were DEAD drunk.. Jaiden was just himself but 10 times sloppier and more annoying.. Nikita was more a closed off stubborn drunk. Jaiden chuckled drunkenly as a question slipped that he and his sister always wanted to know: '' heeey L.T, you and wesky sure beee looking verry hic cccoozy, howw long do yall hic know each other? '' Nikita paused as he thought about it. ''.. since 1983.. i think... '' jaidan spit out his drink. '' tahts longeer then Jords and i knoww weskey..'' (FROM MY UNDERSTANDING OF JORDAN'S AWESOME LORE) Jaiden chuckled as he looked at Nikita with a drunken mischief look. '' has blondy always beeeen sucha dick? '' Nikita paused.. sure Wesker was.. worse during his time with Umbrella.. but who says he himself wasnt as worse. ''.. hes always been strict and harsh.. '' Jaiden booed out of annoyance, wanting to hear the blond have a secret double life where he wasnt an ass. ''.. what aboout ya?.. wheere you aaalways sooo fatherly?..'' Nikita sighed. '' no, in fact i was a jerk for.. a long time of my life..'' thats putting it lightly. ''.. oh..'' Jaiden mumbled, not having expected that.. ''.. well your a.. deeecent guy now hic better then Wesker could dreamof '' Nikita chuckled as he toasted with Jaiden.. poor Jordan soon found the two, even more drunk.. she was informed by Chris that Jaiden clocked out early to drink, no where Nikita would join.. as she saw the sight of her annoying brother and lieutenant, drunker then happy hour itself, she brinched her nose. ''.. i will not be dealing with those two drunk and together.. '' she muttered to herself before calling reinforcement (Wesker). after Wesker showed up, he picked Nikita up as poor Jordan had to drag her brother out of the bar.. sure the two men were drunk for most of the night.. it was nice.. to have that break.. before the house of cards all fell apart.. END

[ramencat12]

Im sorry (A Msm oc fic)

(Heads up This is gonna have angst)

Timber was working on the invention thats supposed to distract Zarroë so he would escape the workshop till he noticed Pip sitting nearby, he stopped working on the invention for a moment to check on him.

“Pip…are you okay?” Timber asked

Pip looked back at Timber “What’s this about leaving us behind while you escape the workshop”

Timber froze “H-How did you know…”

Pip paused for a moment as looked down “I…overheard what you were talking about…something about making an invention to distract Zarroë so you could escape into the outside world…”

Timber then paused for a moment while he sighed “…You heard all that did ya?”

Pip nodded, Timber then looked at Pip and told him

“Pip…I don’t want to risk letting any of you to dissolve out there I know some of ya are not stable enough to leave here and you mustn’t come with me while I’m out there”

“You’re not stable either Timber!” Pip yelled “Even if you’re not as unstable as some of us that still doesn’t mean it’s safe!”

“That’s a risk I’m going to have to take laddie” Timber responded angrily

Then Pip then began to tear up as he then clutched onto his antennas tightly, Timber’s angry look then softened as he then approached Pip

“Oh no Pip…please don’t give me that look” Timber said softly

“I-I *hic* I just don’t want you to harm yourself like this…I…I don’t want to loose you” Pip said before he then held on to Timber and sobbed, tears streamed down his cheeks. It hurt Timber seeing Pip like this he couldn’t help but tear up as well then he lowered his claw and pulled Pip into a hug and softly told him

“I know Pip…I’m very sorry”

THE END

[hiccupscloud-26]

Hicvember Day 30: Free Space

Hey everyone, long time no see, but literally all of my motivation to write suddenly vanished out of the blue so have this random story I had prepared ahead of time. And another special thanks to @hic-hic-dreams for creating this prompt list and all the lovely people who participated as well!

It's just Calliope today with an Indyko honorable mention

Hicvember prompts used: free space

CW: hiccups, loud hiccups, talk of the human body, mention of menstrual cycle, mention of arousal level

And without further ado, I give to you...

The Hiccupping Professor

Calliope huffed as she plopped down onto her seat that she'd assigned herself. She absolutely despised this class. The professor wasn't the problem, honestly. Dr. Kerning was a great professor. He was very knowledgeable in the subject, clearly loved his job, and his husband that he always talked about.

It was just the subject itself that she couldn't wrap her head around. The anatomy class felt too out of her element. When she had first picked her classes, she had just chosen a bunch of random ones to kind of get a feel for what she might actually want to do with her life. Now she knew she didn't want anything to do in the medical field.

As she was setting up for yet another lecture that'd want to make her pull her hair out, she received a text from Indyko and she couldn't help but feel her heart warm at the sight.

Indyko: good luck with your classes and lab today. You got this💚

Ugh, that's right, today was a lab day. Just a reason to stay even longer in this hellhole. The doctor entered the room, so she sent a quick thank you text and put her phone away.

Calliope frowned and opened up her notebook. She clearly didn't feel like taking any notes. Especially considering she was planning to withdraw from the class anyway. It'd be better for her mental health to abandon this subject completely.

Today, apparently they were discussing muscles. Calliope mostly tuned out his voice and focused on half-heartedly taking notes. She didn't even really look up from her laptop much as she tried to match with the pace of his speech.

“Does anyone know what the diaphragm's job is?”

Calliope stopped writing and looked up for the first time. They were discussing the diaphragm? Her immediate thought was ‘it's responsible for hiccups’ but she couldn't just say that out loud. Barely focusing, she heard someone else give the proper answer. She watched the doctor's face light up as he then proceeded to point out where the diaphragm was on his body and took a deep breath. Somehow, she hoped that the difference in his breathing pattern would give him hiccups, but she knew in reality, that was probably not going to happen.

Dr. Kerning often had singles during class, but he'd always muffle them. Except one lab class where he'd accidentally released a single *HUCK!* and she'd hoped for another one, but nothing happened. Unfortunate.

They moved on from the muscle with nothing special, y'know like normal people who didn't almost have a heart attack over the word diaphragm. Calliope went back to writing notes when she noticed a pause in the doctor's voice. She looked up to notice he was drinking a diet Pepsi. Her heart pounded as she waited in anticipation for anything resembling a hiccup. Carbonation always did her body wonders. Sadly, it didn't seem to be the case for Dr. Kerning.

She sighed internally before looking back to her notebook and continued her writing. Honestly, she wasn't even paying attention to the lecture, just focused on writing as fast as the doctor spoke. Her left hand started to cramp up as she'd written a lot in her previous class as well. Pausing in her writing, she looked up just to see his upper body jolt slightly with his fist covering his mouth.

Calliope's heart pounded in her ears as she stared, wondering if she had seen things correctly. She had her hopes up when she saw him jolt softly again, only to be disappointed with the knowledge that it was only a muffled burp. He reached for his can again and took another sip before continuing the lesson.

‘What a tease…’ her brain provided her as she picked up her pencil and began to write once again.

This happened pretty frequently throughout the class. He'd start lecturing really quickly, he'd be interrupted by a few muffled burps, he'd swallow his burps before taking a sip of his soda. It was torture for Calliope and she'd wished her body would stop reacting to every single-

*HUCK!*

*clink*

“Ah, shit,” the doctor cursed as he watched his can fall to the ground, the liquid pouring out onto the floor. He huffed, “I'll cle-*heek!*-ean it later. Excuse me.” He covered his mouth as his body jolted with two quick muffled hiccups.

Calliope watched, suddenly glad she hadn't decided to skip the class today. She watched as he sucked in a breath, holding it. She noticed his hiccups still jolted him hard, if not harder from being held back. He was forced to release the air as a forceful *HULP!* broke through.

“Sorry, it seem-*mk!*-ms I can't shake these today-*nk!HNK!* ooh, excu-*hoop!*-use me,” the doctor announced. “Hope you—ou don't m-*mpk!*-mind.”

The class pretty much eased his worries, if he'd had any to begin with. Calliope sensed that nothing really phased the man. So a case of the hiccups were probably a walk in the park for him. He was only apologizing out of courtesy for his students.

“That's another thing the diaphragm is good for,” another student joked.

The doctor chuckled, with hiccups sprinkled in. “Yeah, so remem-*mgk!*-mber when I mentioned volun-*nkUP!*-ntary and involuntary muscles? *hingk!* And how the dia-*huckuh!*-diaphragm-*hmMKmh!* is considered a voluntary *hick'l!* muscle because you *IC!* don't need to think about breathing? Well with *HIC*cups-” he paused to chuckle at his timing, “-they are in-*hnk!*-in-*HNGKUP!*-oof, scuse me-*heep!* involuntary repet—titive spasms of the diaphragm-*hick'm!huck!*” He gently patted his chest. “The spasm-*h'muck!*-ms from your diaphragm cau-*huckuck*-ses your vocal chords to clos-*shmk*-e, which makes the *hick'm!* sound, more or less, but it's different for every-*IC!*-one.”

Calliope had already known this, but she had stared at him throughout the whole spell. Seeing all of the different jolts. Hearing all of the different sounds, ranging from deep to squeaky to quiet to loud. Calliope didn't know what to do. Her brain fogged up and all she could do was watch as he tried to continue on with the lesson, only to be thwarted by the betrayal of his body. The anticipation for the next hiccup gave her chills, she was pleasantly surprised by how quickly she was reassured it was a full on case. She had given up writing notes, she could write them down later, she had access to the slides.

Seeing how he was failing to teach a single topic without the hiccups interrupting, he decided to end class a little early and he canceled their lab for today. Calliope stood from her chair and instantly felt her nether regions were quite wet and warm, but she'd like to gaslight herself into believing it was only from her period. She would definitely be enjoying some time with Indyko when she got home.

Fin~

[smallestapplin]

I got you.

Have some family fic. Arthur is my oc as submas's dad, and Ingo and Emmet are around 16 in this

Cw : mentions of underage drinking(please do not, I do not condone or recommend.)

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Being a single dad is tough but nothing Arthur couldn't handle, he loves his sons and knows he did well when his eldest came to him that morning.

"Hey Dad, some friends asked if me and Emmet could go to a party at their house tonight, would it be okay if we did?"

Arthur pats the teen's head, "Sure bud, just be safe, okay? You call me if needed, alright? Keep me posted."

Ingo huffs, playfully smacking his dad's hand off his head.

"Sure. Thank you!"

The eldest runs off, and faintly the older man can hear his youngest cheer at the news. He made sure they packed everything they needed, phones, house keys, and wallets, once everything was checked, he gave them both a hug and watched them leave.

Even now when he knows they'll come back home, he still feels a twinge and sadness knowing he'll be an empty nester soon.

Around ten at night, he checks his phone one last time to see if Ingo or Emmet had sent anything, still nothing it seems.

He's sure his sons are fine, but there is still that small voice in the back of his head telling him something is wrong. Arthur sighs, taking a deep breath, only looking at his side when his herdier nudges him.

"I know, pepper. They are strong boys..." the worry was eating at him.

It's not uncommon for his boys to want to spend the night at a friend's house or go out, but he still worries. He's glad they have each other but it's the whole reason he bought them phones in the first place, he knows they will use it but still.

He just hopes everything is okay.

He moves his covers and lays down, turning the lamp off. Before he sleeps for the night he turns his phone's volume up and keeps it close to his head.

Those ease him a little, just enough to fall asleep.

He woke with a start, grey eyes snapping open to the obnoxious ringtone he set for his eldest.

Blurry vision barely catches the time.

2:47 am

He answers it without a thought, though his face is still in his pillow.

"Ingo?" His voice was muffled by the plush pillow and thick with sleep.

He sits up with speed when he hears sniffling on the other end.

"Ingo, are you okay? Is Emmet with you?"

The Pokémon sleeping around him begin to stir at his quick movement.

"I...I know you said not to drink. B-but our friends-hic- friends took us to a different party and we had some, but they left us and- Dad, please come get us."

The fear dripping in the young boy's voice had Arthur up, slippers on, and speeding down the hallway and out the front door before he could finish.

"Alright, tell me where you are I'm on my way. Don't hang up, stay on the line with me."

He's in his car before his son even gives him a location.

Arthur is relieved the house isn't too far from where he is, ten minutes by car. The adrenaline in his veins kept him awake, though he might've broken a few traffic laws in the process, but he didn't care. His car nearly screeches to a halt in front of the house.

"I'm outside, do you feel safe enough to come to the car or do you want me to come in and get you two." He already had his seatbelt off and one foot out of the car.

"We can come."

Arthur stands outside the strange house and can finally breathe when his sons walk out, the two looking towards the ground looking guilty and afraid, tears welling up in their eyes.

Once close enough their father grabs them, wrapping them both in a tight hug.

"By Arceus I was worried. Are you two okay? Anyone hurt?" He looks them over, his stoic face breaking into concern.

They merely shake their heads not wanting to talk. He moves from them, letting them hop in the car so he can drive them home. The ride back home is silent, even as Arthur tries to ask if they are okay or if anything happened.

It eats him alive the sad look in Ingo's eyes or the guilt-ridden look in Emmet's.

Once home, they show their full feelings, once the front door shut the two cling to their father's sleep shirt, softly crying.

His arms are quick to be around them, hugging them tightly as he gently shushes them. He can't make out what they are saying, but he can occasionally hear 'sorry's coming from them.

"Shhh shhh it's okay, I'm here, I'll always be here. I got you." His heart breaks seeing his sons so afraid.

He doesn't know how long they stayed like this but it was enough for them to cry themselves to sleep. Arthur carries them both to their separate bedroom, taking their shoes off before tucking the boys into bed.

He goes to the kitchen grabs their favorite cups which he fills with some water, grabs some pain relievers from the cabinets, and some salty crackers, placing one of each on each boy's nightstand before going back to bed himself.

The adrenaline rush turns into a crash and he finds himself passing out the moment his head hits his pillow.

Tragically, he wakes up like clockwork around 6 am, he didn't get a good night's sleep after everything, but he still gets up.

No matter how groggy he is.

He's thankful it's Sunday or else his boys would have to go to school with hangovers, that thought leaves a bad taste in his mouth, but what's done is done.

He quietly makes his way to the kitchen, loading up his coffee maker as he prepares some breakfast.

Slowly but surely the smell of bacon wakes the twins, looking towards their respective nightstands they see what their father had left them.

Emmet takes his quickly, the headache he has is not kind and he wants it over.

Ingo hesitates, he broke rules, doesn't that mean he broke Dad's trust? He doesn't deserve to feel better after that, but he caves as his head throbs in pain.

He's the first to take a quick shower while Emmet brushes his teeth, the twins feeling awful after last night and just want to feel better.

After drying off and getting changed the two slowly make their way into the kitchen, where they see their dad finishing up a third plate.

"Your breakfast is ready. You two need to eat."

The plates consist of two eggs, some bacon, a pancake (two in Emmet's case), and some biscuits.

They slowly take their plates but Arthur also points to the stove.

"Made some tea too, Chamomile."

"Thank you, dad."

"Thanks pops."

They both spoke weakly, grabbing a cup too before heading to the dining table. Arthur follows shortly after cleaning up a bit.

He looks at them and notices they are just picking at their food.

"You know, I'm not mad at either of you."

They snap their heads towards him, their silver hair messing up at the speed.

He chuckles softly.

"You two had me so worried, I was scared something worse had happened, I'm just happy y'all called me."

He blinks as Ingo's frown wavers.

"We are sorry, we will never do that again! It was awful. We were going to stay with our friends like usual, but sometime later one of their friends was through a bigger party and said we should join."

"Ingo said no. It's my fault." Emmet interrupts his brother, his smile shaking as tears fill his eyes.

"No! It's both of our faults, we didn't want to look cowardly. And then the drinks got involved and- and-"

Arthur holds his hand up, stopping Ingo in his ramble.

"Thank you for being honest with me. And while I get it, I never want you two to do that again, please, my old heart can't take it." He lightly jests at the end.

"You're my sons, I love you both more than I could explain. You scared me, but I want you to know you can call me for anything and I'll be right there, got it?"

By the end of his little speech, his sons are silently crying but not rapidly.

"Good. Now eat, you two need the energy."

A lopsided smile makes its way to his face, watching them devour the meal he made them.

He's a proud dad indeed.

He runs his fingers through his salt-and-pepper hair.

He can feel he's going to go greyer faster at this rate, but for his sons, it's worth it, as long as they are safe.

[choppedhologramdreamer]

Dada's little prinecess

(CG Carlos(oc) & Regressor Ragatha) Plot: Carlos finds ragatha regressed Carlos was getting ready for bed when he saw his stuffed axolotl (named kate) on the floor. "Hey kate who left you on the floor come on lets go to bed!" carlos said while getting into bed. carlos rested of his bed hugging kate "night kate" carlos said as he fell asleep.

A few hours later

"hm" carlos said as he woke up. carlos got out of bed and walked out his room. "caine it's too late to do a adventure" carlos said but he didn't see caine "uhh, hello anyone there?" carlos said as looked around then he heard...crying. "uhh gangle are you okay??" carlos said. "everything going to be... wait" carlos said. the crying was coming out of ragatha's room "ragatha? are you okay i'm- i'm coming in" carlos said as he went in ragatha's room. carlos saw ragatha crying on the floor. "Dada!" ragatha said while crying. "hey, shh shh, it's okay dada's here i'm here don't cry" carlos said while picking up ragatha and siting on her bed. "it's okay i got you now everything will be okay" carlos said as ragatha's cries turn into hics. "dada mean bunny bullied me and-" ragatha said as carlos shushes her. "i know bunny is mean to you but i got you now okay" carlos said. and so carlos hummed a lullaby making ragatha fall asleep. "there there, you always be my little princess" carlos said as he tucked ragatha in.

My first agere fic! wow @littledigitalcircus & @veemarcia i hope you loved it!

[lee642]

RULES: STOP ASKING FOR DONATIONS HOLY SHIT! I'm sorry that a war is going on but holy shit, I don't have money, I'm poor myself. Like, I'm happy you guys are trying to reach out to people that might help but I'm not the one to ask..

My life has taken bad turns lately and I've been busy trying to get myself together so I'm sorry if I don't answer right away.

I have a job and I go to school so I'm not always available

Fic request : 📔(please still give me ideas!)

hics:📖

Random:💖

The closed book means if you send me a fic request I most likely won't do it right there and then. Does not mean I will never do it, just means I'm a little busy.

Open book means open (obviously)

Heart means All the time

For fandoms:

🌸 = ABSO-FUCKIN-LUTELY

👀 = still watching/playing

📌 =haven't watched/played yet but will soon

🥀 = haven't seen in awhile

☁️ = I know it and want to do it again

😈=just got into it and already In love

🍄🍄🍄

Fandoms :

Smg4😈🌸

Hazbin hotel🌸

helluva boss 🌸

TADC(the amazing digital circus)🌸

TOH(the owl house)☁️

MHA(my hero academia)🥀☁️

South Park☁️

Harry Potter🥀

Genshin impact 📌

BTS☁️(know it but not the names.)

Stray kids📌

Gravity falls 📌

My little pony🥀☁️

Hello kitty or hello kitty and friends 📌

Care bears📌

sally face🌸

Mouth washing 🌸😈

Murder drones 🌸

FNAF 🥀☁️

Theboys🌸

Sander sides🌸

Camp camp🌸

Supernatural 🥀☁️

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Suggest some fandoms please!

I can do angst(with tickles at the end)

Agere

And just cuddles too

I've also gotten into role-playing so here are my rp accounts

Hazbin hotel

https://www.tumblr.com/kai-the-foxxy?source=share

Murder drones

https://www.tumblr.com/serial-designation-l?source=share

My self(just me role-playing my own self ig, like interacting with a character and not being a specific being, might rp wit myself sometimes 🫠)

https://www.tumblr.com/crystal-rp?source=share

Kai's fox if ya ever wanna get to know em more

https://www.tumblr.com/meil-the-emotional-support-fox?source=share

My tadc oc

https://www.tumblr.com/janetherabbit?source=share

[mulberriesandtea]

I wonder what "i hope you fall down a flight of stairs and die" is about.

OKAY SO SO

I have a bunch of little fics of one of my oc groups- specifically Irrecoverable Lovable You's main cast- because I want to get better at writing them, right? However I haven't really written them arguing and actively angry at one another before.

So you know what I did. College AU'd them. This specific fic was meant to be a 'first meeting' fic of sorts for two of the characters- Samuil and Emilio. I only have bits and pieces of it fairly early in the process soooo here's one

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“You ran into me! I was just going about my day and you decided that I was a perfect target to hit!” ///he would not fucking say that

The kid wiped tears out of one of his eyes with a black glove, blinking quickly as his face grew more flush. This was getting a bit ridiculous. “You could’ve gone around me! Aughh…” He brought his other hand to his face. “It-it took- hic- took me so long to buy her… my poor guitar…”

“You’re the one who brought it to a busy school,” Emilio sighed, crossing his arms. “If you’re so worried about ‘her’ then why did you even fucking bring it?”