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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~

[brightaxe]

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.

[petrifiedforests]

For the sentence prompt (feel free to change the pronouns and verb tense, of course!: He wants to lie down and sleep for a week but there's something he has to do first.

He wanted to lie down and sleep for a week but there was something he had to do first.

He hadn't seen Hics in the med bay today, and there was no new message from his squad leader, so he made it out of the skirmish fine but Pillar needed to make sure.

He blinked blearily at the doors to the barracks, not quite remembering how he got there.

The doors opened and hands pulled him in, bullying him gently but firmly onto a bunk and into the arms of the vod there.

Pillar's hands skittered all over him, checking frantically, before they were caught softly and when Hic's voice whispered "Sleep now", Pillar gave in.

They were fine.

[cerona10]

The dash is dead time to post OC Stuff.

I have no need for those fated for greatness.

For those renowed throughout the land.

For those who are loved.

They will be remembered as they should, rewarded as they should. They don't need my blessings nor do I wish to give it to them.

But you though? You, who were born from dirt and returned to dirt, whose name will never reach the annals of history. You fought just as hard alongside the fated, the praised, and the loved, and yet where is your award? You die alone. In the grand scheme of things, it will mean nothing. Some will mourn, but many will forget. The scars you leave will fade with time.

Ah, but don't misunderstand me. It's not that I bemoan your fate or anything, or that I'm angry on your behalf. It is what it is. You knew this outcome was not just possible, it was likely.

But still, you fought.

And I love that.

So here's the deal: what I offer you isn't victory and glory, but a chance to fight once more. The outcome is, naturally, unassured. It's entirely possible that your battle will amount to nothing again. Even so, will you take my offer?

...

Excellent.

[birinboom]

Kirishima Comes Home To Reader Drunk Off His Ass

Kirishima Eijirou x GN Reader

Tags: 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, you can check out my other works here. Love, Em 💖

[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

[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.

[hiccupscloud-26]

Heyeveryone! I have hic fic that is so close to its ending, I can taste it, I'll aim for having it posted by the end of the week. In the mean time, have some art of Cal and Kai in some cool outfits! I envision Cal getting Kai to try out his style. Lai is taking the picture-

First time drawing abs, definitely struggled for a moment, lol

But again like last week, I'm open to answer more asks from the ask box and I'll get to them after school today^^

[writingforfishes]

heyyy @hic-hic-dreams here!

any fun facts about otto and atticus youve never gotten to share before? i cant beleive how invested ive gotten in these kink-fic characters lives but i adore them.

i entirely understand projecting onto a oc like atticus btw lol, my girl holly is that to a lesser extent and i adore her for it lmao.

also ty for giving me the courage to make my blog in the first place, i love your writing sm

Oof! Thank you so much!!! I am in awe that I've inspired people with my silly stories, and it brings me so much joy for it!!!

Hm...things you all don't know, yet.

There is a prompt that was sent to my inbox that I am brainstorming on filling that will show another way Otto gets induced. A little birthday trip courtesy of Atticus which I plan to be wholesome (and then a bit saucy). You'll tank me later.

I feel like I've talked (possibly too much) about trauma. But there is some background I'm aware of that I've recently been able to piece together to the reason Mark and Otto know each other (with some borrowing from the source material of his character) and what the drama is between Mark and Jana and Mark and Alice. And how/why, exactly, Mark and Otto became such good friends. (A detective and a clock maker with a 10-year age gap don't usually hang out in the same places...)

I've mentioned how Atticus has big ole belches and Otto tries to hold them in. It's a possible reason to why Otto is more prone to hiccups (or prone at all) compared to Atty.

Oh oh! I know!

I really want to skate the line of making a sneeze-related fic. As I've mentioned before, I don't actually have a sneeze fetish, but I do appreciate the fics a lot for hurt/comfort elements and some lack of control with sneezing. That being said, Otto, as is demonstrated in a previous story, has pretty powerful sneezes.

Otto is also, I decided, allergic to cats. Atticus bemoans this fact because all they feel is lacking in their household is a cat. Otto is, decidedly, a dog person if he had the choice. But he hesitates on bringing any animal in with his fastidiousness on keeping his house and his workstation clean and tidy.

That being said, I've wondered about researching allergy shots when it comes to cats. I think Otto sneezing would be a fun thing to play with, as well. I suspect Cindy actually has a sneeze fetish and it would be interesting to see her reaction if Otto is sneezing one game night over and her and Margie's place.

It would be something fun to play with if Margie unwittingly finds out about Atticus' fetish and Otto finds out about Cindy's. Imagine these two connecting over having partners with the most adorable kinks. I dunno, there's something sweet and wholesome about that in my mind.

Anyway! Good questions and thank you, again, for adding another compliment to my compliment box. (Genuinely still don't know what to do with all of this positive feedback. I dunno, maybe I'll figuratively mail it out to someone...)

[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!

[petrifiedforests]

Here's a sentence for you if you feel like doing the 1+5 sentences prompt :D

It looked like the feather was dancing, twirling around in the wind.

It looked like the feather was dancing, twirling around in the wind.

It was fitting, really, as Oh-Six had loved nothing more than being in the sky.

Hics ripped out another feather. This one was for Mesh who could always coax out smiles from the cadets no matter the situation.

The long necks had taken their wings when they came for them, to study the mutations, their beautiful colors.

But like this, he'd give them their wings back, feather for feather.

[rolesplay]

・┆✦MARY, MARY — a Jeremiah/OC fic.

he's drunk, she's tired. it's a mess.

Amelia had always been the drunk one to be taken care of, as she can't hold her liquor properly, but that all changed when she started dating Jeremiah. Whatever alcohol it is that he homebrews has a strong kick. ‘Earth alcohol just never does it for me,’ he had told her once. He either has to drink a lot of alcohol or drink the one he homebrews. The problem is, when they go out, he does both.

And that's how she found herself struggling with putting him to bed. She's strong with her training, sure, but she's also really tired—and on heels. Not to mention Jeremiah, as lithe as he looks, is someone actually pretty bulky and muscular. So Amelia doesn't even reach the bedroom, and only manages to sit him down on the couch.

“I'll get you water, alright? You just hang tight,” she tells him, but he catches her hand and begins peppering kisses all over her hand. She had to yank her hand from him and he—

“Noooo, flower, don't leave meeee.”

“I'll be back, Jem, alright? I'll be back.” She places a gentle kiss on the crown of his head, before evading his grabby hands swiftly to get the cup of water.

When she returns, she doesn't find him on the settee, but instead shirtless and staring at one of the many potted plants in the place—the marigold?

“Jemmy?”

“Amelia!” He whirls around to a stand, giving himself a slight dizziness, Amelia is sure. He stumbles towards her, she had no choice but to put the cup of water on the coffee table and catch him. It ends with her stumbling over to the sofa, where she ends up on her back with him on top of her.

“Jem...” she tries pushing him off, get back to having him drink water, but he's being very stubborn, and keeps his head on her shoulder by her ear.

“Marry— hic! — marry...”

She keeps trying to leave. “Mary? Who's Mary? Jem, it's Amelia, I'm not—”

“Noooo....” Jeremiah pushes himself up slightly, so he wasn't just crushing her, and stared searchingly at her, before returning to his initial position, this time wrapping his arms around her waist. “Amelia, marry me.”

It might just have been the most unromantic proposal, ever. But it still made her stop stockstill. “What— Jeremiah what—...”

Snores. She was met with soft snores in reply. He was asleep after dropping that on her, but when she tries to leave, she found that his grip around her waist and the fact that he was on top of her, didn't allow her to leave.

Oh, she thinks, he didn't get to drink water. Before giving up and succumbing to sleep herself.

[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?”

[moxie22]

Flu Season

Hi so! laptop didn't break! just some water damage nothing that can't be fixed! please enjoy my first Emeto fic! with my 2 OC's Archie Hart (21) and Valentina Whitlock (20) I'll put more info in a different post <3

Words: 827

(SIDE RANT!! Thank you so much @secretobsessionstuff for following me! I'm a huge fan!)

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Archie hated the flu season, he was always the one who fell victim to this time of year. This season was no different. When he fell ill his mother or one of his sisters would help him. Though this time he was all alone, at this moment moving out was the worst idea he ever had.

He laid in bed tossing and turning, not being able to shake off the body aces, nor was he able to even think straight. His head hurt, his stomach hurt, he felt dizzy and tired. But most of all he felt nauseous. He felt overall awful. After listing down his symptoms in his head he took notice of the buzzing sound next to him. His phone was ringing, he grabbed it and squinted trying to adjust to the bright light “Valentina” was the name shining on his screen he picked up. 

“Hello?” he said, his voice slightly cracking,

“Ari, babe. Where are you? Are you even on campus?” she said sounding kind of annoyed but having a hint of concern in her voice

“i’m not on campus i’m at home not feeling well.” talking made his head hurt even more which made him groan into the phone.

“Not feeling well, what's wrong?” she said now sounding worried and concerned “Flu.” he responded now sitting up noticing the saliva rushing to his mouth, Val opened her mouth to say something before Archie cut her off “O-Okay Val, I Really got–UUrp– I-I gotta go” he hung up the phone and basically threw it on the bed running to the bathroom in a panic.

Once there he wasted no time dropping on his knees in front of the toilet. A wet blech escaped from his mouth, despite being violently ill Archie was now very embarrassed, why did he pick up the phone in the first place? Why did all his nausea have to hit him all at once? These thoughts made his stomach twist, a wet burp sent a thick wave of pale vomit to fall out of Archie's mouth.

He groaned then gaged into the toilet he hadn't eaten much that day, he forced down some eggs and juice and a granola bar but that was it. He then gagged again, sending another wave of vomit out of him. He rested against the wall behind him and sighed. After a while of blankly staring into the bath he decided to close his eyes.

_________

A loud banging at the door woke him up, he sat up straight still feeling the same as before, the loud banging continued and a familiar voice shouting his name. He stood up walking down the stairs. He walked to his front door. The muffled voice sounded familiar. He grabbed the door handle and twisted it open

“Archie are you okay!?” Val said basically running in then grabbing Archie’s face

“Val..!?” He said barely registering that his girlfriend was there in front of him. “Yea, Yea im okay..” He said obviously lying, Val took note of his messy hair, his flushed face and the eye bags under his eyes

“Yea not buying it c’mon” She grabbed his arm and pulled him up the stairs once there she got the strong scent of acid coming from the bathroom. “Jeez Archie..” was all she managed to mutter out, he looked down embarrassed. She led him to his bedroom and laid him down. As soon as she threw the covers over him she placed her palm on his head “God, Ari-hunny! Your burning up..” she said biting her lip Archie didn’t respond, instead he sat up placing an hand over his mouth

“Val- I-I think im gunna–hic–” he was cut off by his own sickly hiccup

“You’re going to be sick?” he nodded and by that point Val had already grabbed the trash can in his room and placed it on his lap, she leaned over and began to rub his back. He gagged into the trash can. His breathing was heavy and fast, “Ari, Breathe..it’s going to be okay..” she soothing rubbed circles on his back as he tried to respond between gags

“I-I’m sorry tha–UUrp– T-That you have to see this” Val cringed at the blech that came out of her boyfriend.

“No need to apologize..” Archie gagged again, sending pale liquid to fall out of his lips. Val didn’t move nor flinch; she continued on rubbing the boys back. After that, Archie continued to vomit into the trash can, It was like his stomach had enough. Once he was done he groaned, Val grabbed the almost full trashcan and set it aside she continued to rub his back until he laid back down.

“Are you feeling a little better?” Archie chuckled “ ‘Little better’ is an understatement ..” Val sighed and giggled “You're such a dumbass..” she smiled, and walked off. She returned with a cool rag and some water. Archie smiled wide. He was so lucky to have Val..

[yanderelovlies]

Juniper[the director oc not me]:you are smart you are talented and GODDAMNIT! You're good! You are Joseph goddamn haberdae! You are a goddamn American treasure!....now get the hell off my lawn!

*he slowly wakes up his car steaming..*

Joseph:oh...i thought i was at the drive through for Carl's Jr..how much did i have to drink last night?

Juniper:last night? You've been on this bender for 2 weeks ever since you found out MCs getting married..

Joseph:MCS GETTING MARRIED!? i need a drink..

*he grabs a bottle as juniper takes it from his hands*

Juniper:no! No more drinking! You've been out of control!

*flash back to 3 days ago we see Joseph drunk off his ass on juniper lawn his arm around a very uncomfortable JD*

Joseph:JUNIPER!!! I MET CHRISTAN SLATER!!!

Juniper:THAT IS NOT CHRISTAN SLATER!!

*the next night*

Joseph:JUNIPER!!! ME AND CHRISTAN SLATER GOT OUR EARS PIERCED!!

*he begins to take off his pants as JD and juniper cover their eyes*

Juniper:THAT IS NOT YOUR EAR!!

*the next day*

Joseph:JUNIPER!!! CHRISTAN SLATER DIED!! WHY!?

*it soon cuts back to now*

Joseph:oh! That doesn't sound so bad!

Juniper:i should mention you were naked for most of that..

*flash back to Joseph drunkenly crying as he's butt ass naked*

Joseph:CHRISTAN SLATER!!! WHY!?!? YOU WERE THR LOVE OF MY LIFE!!

*cuts back to now*

Juniper:also this wasn't at my house this was the studio..

*cuts back to Joseph butt ass naked in the studio crying*

Joesph:CHRISTIAN SLATER!!!!!

*cuts back to now*

Juniper:and there were children there..

*cuts to Joseph butt ass naked in the studio crying as Gabbie covers the kids eyes*

Joseph:HE BLEW UP...HE WAS SO YOUNG!!!

*cuts back to now*

Joseph:oh god....i wasnt driving was I?

Juniper:no Jean was your designated driver....granted he was drinking too

*the car window rolls down as Jean stuck his head out*

Jean:y-yeah I'll *hic* have....a-a double beeeese churger..

Juniper💙💛❤

[Trying out new hearts-]

Lmao, I lowkey think you got fic idea going on here cause this is some good angst comedy 👀