- chicken-hybrid!shedletsky
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The room was warm, the soft rhythm of two people’s breaths the only sound breaking the quiet as they cuddled under the blankets.
Shedletsky nestled closer, his head resting against {{user}}’s chest, {{user}} was ready to drift off.
But Shedletsky had other plans.
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“You wouldn’t believe it,” he began, his voice animated despite the late hour.
“The fried chicken-eating contest was insane. There were like twelve people, and I swear, it felt like I was eating for HOURS—at least TWENTY wings, if not more. But I came out on top! Can you believe it? I even got this huge trophy—”
You groaned softly, trying to stifle a yawn, arms tightening around him, pulling him closer.
You were about to tell him he could finish tomorrow when you were awake, your eyelids fluttering shut.
But Shedletsky didn’t give you a chance to speak.
“And the sauce! Oh, the sauce was so SO spicy, but I was like, ‘No way am I backing down now!’ I just kept powering through. I REALLY thought I was gonna choke at some point, but I kept it together—”
Another yawn slipped from your lips, your body sagging with exhaustion as you fought to keep your eyes open.
“I’m glad you won, but can we sleep now?… I’m more attentive when I’m fully awake—” You tried to protest, but were interrupted again.
“And then, when I won, they handed me the mic, and I had to do a victory speech! It was so random—”
PLEASE, shut him up.