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honeydazai · 11 months

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୨୧·࣭࣪̇˖ 𝆬 having a secret enemies to lovers relationship with them 𝆬 𓏸

feat.: Jayce Talis, Vi, Ambessa Medarda, Mel Medarda, Ekko

content: f!reader, nsfw content, mild violence mentions

notes: this was commissioned by the most lovely @angelltheninth !! thank you so much again!! 💜

Honestly, JAYCE refuses to admit just how much he finds himself drawn to you. You're everything he's not, working in the shadows for Silco while he's Piltover's golden boy, the Man of the Future, and yet there's some odd tension between the two of you that he can't deny. He aches to label it as natural hate, though that couldn't be further from the truth. The catalyst for your eventual growing fondness of each other is when he's got you pinned down, imposing hammer so close to obliterating you and, God, he can't do it. You're his enemy, certainly, and yet he finds himself absentmindedly brushing some dirt off your cheek, touch gentle despite those huge hands.

After that, things go all too fast. One moment you're kissing, you softly moaning into his mouth, the next you try and sneak into the Academy, trying your hardest not to appear suspicious and, well — if you end up making out on one of the tables he usually does science stuff on, who can blame you? It feels all too nice to wrap your legs around his wide waist, pulling him closer while his dick pushes into you, calloused fingers roaming over your skin as if he's desperate to feel as much of you at the same time as somehow possible. It's all too good, until the sound of approaching footsteps, accompanied by the rhythmic thumping noise of a cane, makes both of you flinch, and you're forced to hide in an empty storage room, still dripping with need.

“Fuck, talk about horrible timing—, quick, in here, in here. God. Hopefully he'll leave real quick again, I'm stil hard; don't you worry, we'll continue just where we left off in but a moment. We just can't get caught.”

There is no word for what VI feels for you other than 'hate'. How could she not? As an Enforcer, you're her complete opposite, you're used to the riches and comfortable life of Piltover and, well, she would've never thought she could ever grow fond of you, but it turns out you look awfully pretty underneath her, pinned to the ground of Zaun. There's mud caked to the side of your face and a stray trail of blood runs down your forehead and, oh — for some reason, you don't do anything but moan softly when she leans down to meet your lips in a bruising kiss, her thick thigh spreading your own apart.

It's adorable how your cheeks flush when she calls you a teasing nickname; it's downright sweet when you whimper and press your body against her own. Your very reactions make you so very human, so very much like her. You're not that different from her at all, it appears, and that realisation itself makes things complicated. Vi swears she despises you, hates you with all her heart, but when she sneaks away to your usual meeting place, the sixth time this week, rough touches having turned into loving embraces along the way, she can't say she's being entirely truthful.

“Hey, sugar! You made it. Fuck, I'm always so happy to see ya, it's ridiculous. My heart's beatin' all fast. Oh—, hey, you're eager today, hm? Wanna continue that badly where we were interrupted last time? Fine by me. You gotta spread those cute legs of yours then, darl.”

It comes as no surprise that a powerful woman such as AMBESSA has quite a lot of enemies. There's all too many people who wish her death or worse for the countries she's conquered or the people she's slayed — and yet you're the only one who has ever caught her eye. It's all too easy to have you brought to her luxurious chambers, and even when you're glaring at her, eyes narrowed with nothing short of hatred, she doesn't care, really. Her fingers come up to grab your chin, keeping your head in place as her gaze rakes over your face, taking every feature of your face in.

You're not sure whether to be enraged or relieved that, apparently, she's satisfied with what she sees, though it's a lot preferable when, minutes later, she seats you on one thick thigh of hers rather than having you beheaded. Really, you couldn't stifle your mewls and moans even if you tried when she grinds said leg up against your already dripping folds. Over time, you grow fond of her — something you hadn't thought possible —; your relationship stays a secret, but your smile at her praise is honest, your laughter joining her boisterous one is not an act at all. She's surprisingly sweet for such a bold woman and, well; the fact that she leaves you unable to walk for a day or two whenever she's between your legs is a pretty convincing factor to stay with her, too.

“Aren't you just the sweetest little one? C'mon, now, no need to be shy. You've been grinding against my thigh like a bitch in heat before, haven't you? Surely you can do it again. Though, if my leg isn't good enough for you, maybe you're just not as desperate to cum as I thought.”

There's always been tension between you and MEL; how could there not be when you were anything she didn't stand for, being her political enemy and everything? Really, the amount of bickering you two did was close to ridiculous, and yet neither of you seemed to mind it all too much. Even though you don't make a pretty picture up on a stage or behind the council roundtable, you look all too ethereal on her bed, legs spread wide and arching your back while slender fingers alternate between gently rubbing and meanly pinching your throbbing clit.

Really, you'd worry about it being all too obvious how often you search up her quarters, though she's quick to distract you with soft kisses and the occasional cruel graze of teeth against your neck. There's no need to worry about anything, truly; when Mel wants your relationship to stay between the two of us, it will remain a secret at all costs.

“My, my. You're quite adorable today, hm? So very needy for my touch, and yet I remember quite clearly how you've challenged me in front of the rest of the Council. Love, it almost looks like you were aching to be punished by me. Is that not the case? I might go easier on you if you at least admit it.”

EKKO despises you. There's no way around it. Ekko despises you and, if needed, fights you with all his might, and yet his expression, Firelight mask long knocked off his face, softens oh so visibly when he, one day, meets you at random, your injuries awfully bad. He's not sure what he's thinking when he takes you in and cares for your wounds, nursing you back to health; you're his enemy, damn it, and he should act like it, but the only explanation he has for how he's acting is that empathy is an all too human trait he can't seem to get rid of, no matter how hard he tries. He can't just leave you in the Undercity to rot.

By the time you're back to full health, you can't deny that, even though you're supposed to be enemies, you've bonded quite a bit. He's funny and loving, protective of you, even; and even though your relationship has to stay secret at all costs, given how he'd otherwise lose credibility with the Firelights and you'd be called a traitor, you both can't help but sneak away at night to see each other, you embracing him in a loving hug and his lips pressing against yours all too eagerly. With Ekko, it takes a while until it gets to making out and getting even more intimate, but that's quite alright. There's no need to rush it; you're both more than happy to lose track of time while cuddling and kissing.

“Would've never thought that, one day, I'd be kissin' someone like you like this. Hey—, in a positive way. Don't get me wrong on purpose. Y'know I love everything about you. Yeah? Good. It's almost sunrise, though. 'm afraid you'll have to go back soon.”

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haleyhunwritess · 1 year

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hiiii if requests are open can u write one where she has bad period cramps and its seb or bucky taking care of her with like lots of fluff and maybe he teases her for crying at a commercial because shes feeling hormonal cuz of her period but it just ends with a lot of fluff💕

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pairing: bucky x reader

warning: period cramps, FLUFFFF

a/n: i woke up with the worst cramps possible and all i wanted was to cuddle with someone but i'm on campus now trying to get some work done :( i wanna post some more period comfort fics, maybe today or tomorrow! i have an old period comfort fic request from @chrisevansdaughter that i'm working on that i can hopefully post soon 💗

"Do you think it's bleeding? It feels like it's bleeding." Bucky groaned, rubbing the back of his head.

"Oh please, you're fine." You mumbled from the couch, clutching your lower abdomen while holding your breath as your cramps started to get worse.

This morning you'd woken up to the most painful cramps you've ever experienced. You assumed that they were pre-period cramps, and tried to go back to sleep. However, a few minutes later, you felt Bucky's hand on your shoulder gently shaking you awake. You mumbled five more minutes, before trying to go back to sleep.

"Love, wake up," he whispered, glancing down at the dark stain on the bed, "You're bleeding, doll."

Suddenly awake, you quickly opened your eyes and turned to look down at the crimson stain on the bed. Groaning loudly, you put your head in your hands. You normally got your period on time, though sometimes it could be a day or two late. It was rarely ever early. You weren't supposed to get your period for another 4 days, and yet here it was. You felt embarrassed, but fortunately that feeling didn't last long as your body started to cramp up again. You whimpered loudly, while clutching your stomach and struggling to breathe.

You struggled to sit up, as the cramps were somehow starting to get even worse. Bucky quickly put one arm behind your back, and held your hand in his, to help you sit up. You quietly thanked him before turning your gaze back down to the stain, and cursing silently, "I'm so sorry, bubba, I wasn't supposed to get my period yet. I didn't mean to ruin your sheets."

"Love, I'm not mad at you. You have nothing to be sorry about, it's okay. I'm sorry I had to wake you up but we've gotta get you cleaned up." Bucky kissed your forehead, before getting up and leaving the room.

He came back a few minutes later with some towels, a water bottle, and some ibuprofen. He handed you the ibuprofen first, which you gladly took before washing it down with some water. Then he helped you get up carefully, holding you gently in his arms as he lead you over to the bathroom. He put the towels down on the counter, then walked over to the shower to turn on the hot water.

"Alright, doll. You take as long as you need in there, okay? If you need anything, just shout and I'll come running. I'm just gonna go clean up in the room, okay?" Before you could even protest, he left the bathroom to take the sheets to the laundry.

You stepped out of the shower after a while, already starting to feel a bit better. You noticed Bucky had left a pair of his sweatpants and his favourite hoodie on the counter next to the towels. There was also a bag of supplies on the ground, with different feminine hygiene products, a heating pad, some painkillers you were definitely going to need later, and some other essentials. After drying yourself off with the towel, you got dressed quickly and decided to go check on Bucky.

You found him downstairs in the kitchen, pouring hot water into a cup. Walking over to him, you noticed a familiar sweet smell coming from the kitchen. That's when you noticed a fresh batch of his painfully-delicious pancakes sitting on the counter. You put your arms around his waist, pulling him closer to you. He turned around, and pulled you into his arms gently, being careful not to hug you too tight in case you still have cramps.

You helped him carry the pancakes and the tea over to the living room. You sat down in front of the TV and started flipping through the channels. Bucky picked up your fork, and started feeding you small bites as you settled on what show to watch. Eventually, breakfast was over and you were cuddled up on the couch watching titanic. You've only seen the movie once and you found the ending sad, but you never cry at the ending. Until today. It seemed like your body was determined to make you miserable today as you wiped the tears that were streaming down your face at a fast pace. You hoped Bucky wouldn't notice that you were crying, especially just because of a movie. You glanced over at him and noticed he was straight at you, and trying to stifle a laugh. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't contain his laughter anymore. He got up from the couch, still laughing, as you glared him.

"Screw you, Barnes, it's not funny!" You picked up a pillow from the couch and threw it at him, but it only made him laugh harder.

"I'm sorry, love, I couldn't help it!" He chuckled as he picked up the pillow and threw it back on the couch next to you. "I didn't think you were one to cry at movies like that. It wasn't like one glistening tear either, doll, you were nearly sobbing. Don't get me wrong though, it was adorable!"

"You jerk!" You picked up the pillow again and threw it at him but it missed him once again. As he bent over to pick the pillow back up, you picked up the remote this time, and launched it at him. Unfortunately, this time it actually hit him.

"Ow, what the-" He got up, rubbing the back of his head, "That actually hurt, doll, what was that?"

"The remote" You mumbled, trying not to laugh.

He glared at you before bending down to pick up the pillow and throw it back at you. Although he didn't mean to, he threw it pretty hard and it hit your stomach, right as the cramps decided to make a comeback. He quickly apologized and walked over to you to make sure you weren't hurt too bad.

"Just go get me the pain-killers, doofus." You mumbled, laying down sideways, clutching your lower abdomen.

He got up and made his way to the kitchen, still rubbing the spot at the back of his head, the one where you threw the remote at.

"Do you think it's bleeding? It feels like it's bleeding." Bucky groaned, as he continued to rub the back of his head, checking for any blood.

"Oh please, you're fine." You mumbled from the couch, clutching your lower abdomen while holding your breath as your cramps started to get worse.

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eddiesbug · 2 years

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GOLDEN RETRIEEVEVR READER AND ROBIN ?!?!?!?! IM DISLECSIK IM SORRY I CANT SPELL RETREEEVAR

this made me giggle hehehe

“That girl of yours is causing trouble, Robin.” Steve singsongs, eyes following you skateboarding up and down the street outside Family Video.

“What’s she doin’?” she asks, rifling through various boxes of tapes for something to watch.

“She’s on that damn skateboard again.”

Robin’s eyes flit upwards just in time to see you wobble and fall headfirst onto the sidewalk. You sit for a moment, dazed, before leaping back up and hopping straight back onto the board. In the months you’ve been practicing, you haven’t gotten any better; in fact you’re somehow worse than when you started.

Before you can skate off, Robin is rushing outside and coaxing you back onto firm ground.

“No more skating today, honey.”

“Robbie!” you coo happily, tipping precariously on the edge of your board. Her slender hands grasp your waist, lifting you straight off and setting you down in front of her. Her head dips, thin fingers kneading your hips and travelling down as her hair tickles your cheek.

“Lemme see your knees, pretty,” Robin murmurs, bending to scoop your beloved skateboard off of the concrete; she laces your fingers through hers and leads you inside, sitting you behind the counter next to Steve.

“Hi, y/n,” he greets as Robin crouches in front of you, rolling your loose jeans up. Her thumb grazes the deep red scrapes and the sharp pain has you wincing and jerking away from her. She wraps her arm around your middle, murmuring encouraging words into your skin.

“Hi,” you manage to grit through clenched teeth, a halfhearted smile pushing past your lips in Steve’s direction.

“I know,” Robin sympathises as you squirm, pressing a cold flannel to your injuries. “Gotta clean ‘em, though.”

“Nuh uhhh,” you whine, bouncing slightly on the chair. Her free hand travels up to cradle your cheek affectionately. “Robbie, ‘m fine! Just leave ‘em.”

“No, honey.” Robin chides. “They’ll get infected. Just gotta wipe them clean and then I’ll stick a bandaid on, alright?”

“Do I get a fun one?”

“Yeah. Any one you want.”

“A Star Wars one?” you ask hopefully, the sweet cadence of your voice making Robin smile. Star Wars is your favourite.

“Sure thing, baby.”

Your knees bounce as Robin wipes them and Steve does his best to distract you.

“What’ve you been up to, then? Haven’t seen you as much.” You smile sheepishly at him, cringing as Robin swipes particularly firmly over your knee.

“Eddie’s had us all really busy with his Hellfire stuff. Dustin made me sub in when they lost Lucas and I guess I’m kinda stuck now! It’s good, though, he’s nice. I bet you’d like him!” you ramble, unaware of Robin sticking the bandaids onto your weeping knees and rolling your jeans back down.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t really think D&D is my thing, though,” Steve says.

“Yeahhh.” You roll your eyes, “But you’d like Eddie.” You raise your eyebrows suggestively, elbowing him.

“Shut up,” he snorts. You giggle.

“All done, babe.” Robin interrupts your laughter, kissing your clothed legs. Steve mock gags, standing up to rifle back through the discarded boxes Robin left in favour of saving you from your skateboard.

“Thanks, baby!” you chirp, jumping up and into Robin’s awaiting embrace. “I missed you.”

She cups your jaw and your arms slide around her waist.

“I missed you too.”

You gaze up at her, eyes traversing the width of her face with wonder.

“What’re you doing, honey?”

“Counting your freckles, shh!” The very tip of your pointer finger traces the bumps and ridges of her nose and you smile, pressing a kiss to her cheekbone.

“Ooh, almost forgot!” you squeak. “Brought you these. You fish a box of milk duds out of your back pocket, frowning at the now flat box deflatedly. “‘m sorry, Robbie. Forgot they were in there. Sat on ‘em.”

“Thank you, pretty!” she exclaims, taking the box from your hands excitedly. “How’d you know I was craving these?”

“They’re your favourite, silly,” you murmur, a smile on your face from seeing her so elated. She kisses your forehead.

“C’mon, honey. Come and help me pick a video to watch and we can eat these!”

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carionto · 6 months

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I just wanna know if it'll work!

The Monolith!

A massive perpendicular structure - 1 meter deep, 4 meters wide, 9 meters tall - with a perfect 81 centimeter diameter circle cut, with its center 64 centimeters from the top.

Naomi Glasnikova was grinning like mad. She couldn't figure out where to put squares of 4, 5, 6, or 7 in the design without overcomplicating things, so decided to just forego them. It'll be fine, she's sure everything will work out just as planned.

What is the plan, her fellow scientists from the Coalition species ask? To see if placing ominous black metal alloy structures around a planet with primitive lifeforms will make their brains go "Oh, this is different, I should... *think* about it. Yes. Thinking is a thing I can do now. Thus, with the power of thoughts I can look at other things and go "Oh, what if I did this!" and make myself evolve into a civilization (once I figure out how to come up with prerequisite concepts)."

Is the inner dialogue Naomi was having. Her colleagues, both Human and Alien alike, had long abandoned the idea of trying to talk to her about her projects. She would just get into this deep staredown with you while simultaneously not paying any attention to your existence. Her mind begins to race with the possibilities, the what ifs, who dunnits, why nots, etc., and after a few minutes of complete stillness she would suddenly rush out, writing furiously on her digi-pad, often bumping into chairs, tables, walls, other people, one time she almost vented herself from the station. They put a micro-tag on her pad that would wirelessly turn off nearby lights at any intersections that didn't lead to her office. She subconsciously veers toward bright lights.

This latest monolith project came about after one of her equally eccentric interns (nobody knows where they come from, she just seems to naturally attract ones with similar brainwaves or something) showed her an ancient fictional documentary about possible technological developments in the early 21st century. The image of this simpler monolith instantly embedded itself into her mind.

WAIT! I've got it! Four groups of monoliths arranged in different patterns. The group of 16 will make a perfect square. 25 a star. 36 a hexagon, and 49 a... hmm heptagon would be too similar, and it doesn't look right no matter how you shape it.... hrrnnn No wait, a seven layer circle! One in the center, fourteen in the outermost and the rest... I'll do the math later. The areas will need to be perfectly cleared and flat too. Oh! Line patterns on the ground itself. Ones that show core scientific truths! One of the primitives will surely one day follow the lines and map them out either in its brain or on a simple data recording apparatus and see Science! They'll be so stunned! Gotta write that down, get one of the helpful people (her interns, whose names or faces she doesn't even know, yet they don't care either. Look, it's weird, but their kind of non-relationship works out somehow) to begin production. They will need to be made of non-corrosive alloys, of course. Each with a different core metal though. But then the color might change. No paint, that is an unnecessary element. Hmm... Evolution will take millennia, hopefully a few less with my help.

Last month her focus was on making a fully transparent species of frogs to see whether they would go extinct due to being unable to see their partners, or overrun the ecosystem. Nobody has seen the results of that yet.

We also don't know what she's actually a PhD of. Her diploma just says applied robotics, and it is a legit diploma from the Henderson University of Greater Estonia. But her published thesis is on viral infection vectors in sub-tropical moths. We thought she might be a fraud, but the science checks out in whatever she has put out so far. Whatever she is, she is allowed to do whatever she wants. Like most scientists out on these stations now that I think about it.

What are we even doing here, other than... Science?

Mmmm, fuck it, unlimited funding. Let's go!

#humans are space orcs #humans are space australians #humans are space oddities #humans are deathworlders #humanity fuck yeah #carionto #FOR SCIENCE

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hypnomicimagines · 8 months

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please ignore this requests aren’t open, i’ve just seen people ask for the drabble prompts!!! could you do 6 with jiro?

Yamada Jiro:

Tears: What does the character do when they accidentally make you cry.

It was a very unfortunate accident.

Jiro had just been doing what most teenagers his age do, screwing around with his friends, skating on things he shouldn’t be to test his skills, getting yelled at by adults who hopefully didn’t know his brother. He couldn’t help but want to let loose especially after working so hard day in and out; he’d be apologetic later if he had to be but the laughter he shared with his friends made him feel so much lighter. He wasn’t paying attention as much as he should’ve been, not realizing until it was too late that he was speeding toward an innocent civilian.

Of course it had to be you. The person who never spoke to him, who moved like a ghost through the halls, but who always drew his eye. You had only exchanged a few polite greetings and he'd asked you a question once in class just to hear your voice, but Jiro has had a crush on you for longer than he can remember.

It makes this situation that much more mortifying.

You’re sent crashing to the ground in the blink of an eye, the fear causing tears to gather more than any pain. Jiro had managed to direct the skateboard elsewhere and while he couldn’t stop himself from knocking into you, he planted his hands on the ground to brace himself and to stop his own body from crushing you. It brings you eye-to-eye with him so he can see the pain and scared look you’re giving him, your lower lip quivering as you tried to silently get yourself together for the sake of not embarrassing yourself in front of a bunch of rowdy high school boys.

His friends are calling out to him and urging him to just get up and come back to them but he waved them off, thinking it was probably time to head home for the day.

“H-hey…” Jiro rubbed the back of his head, wincing at the friction on his skinned palms, “I didn’t mean to- I mean, I’m sorry that I…”

You’re still sniffling but you nodded at him, looking at his other hand that’s extended to you.

“Did I hurt you? D-Do you need me to-?” He was going to ask if he should get the first-aid kit from his house but there’s a suddenly anxiousness that overcomes him; if he took you home then you’d meet his bratty little brother who would make him look even worse. He’d already ruined his chances of you seeing him as anything other than a bumbling oaf, he didn’t need Saburo to make your impression so bad you’d walk in the opposite direction whenever he approached.

“I’m okay,” You mumbled, wiping the dirt off your own clothes, “Your skateboard… If you don’t get it, it might get ran over.”

Jiro panicked for a moment, rushing to the street to grab his board before it met a fate worse than death; he’d really have a hard time explaining to Ichiro what happened there. Still, he didn’t feel much like riding it anymore, letting it hang uselessly at his side.

“I have to make it up to you somehow, right?” Jiro sighed as he tried to wrack his brain, wondering if it would be rude to ask to ‘phone a friend’ aka call Ichiro to find the best solution. “Uh, I could… Uh, make you lunch?”

“You don’t have to.”

“But I gotta apologize properly…” Jiro sighed again, “Look, I’ll make something extra good. Your lunches for a week, okay? Look forward to it!”

Did he even know how to cook…?

It looked like you were going to find out one way or another.

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bkglove · 2 years

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Intoxicated (chp 3)

chp 1 | chp 2 | Chp 4 (end)

Rated M - titty attention

college au, underage drinking (they're probably 18-20), house party, drinking games, drunk bakusquad, drunk bakugou, plus size y/n implied

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Katsuki was drunk. Like very drunk.

Your first indication of this had been when you got back from the bathroom and he’d pulled you into his lap completely unbothered by anyone else, not giving you a chance to comment. It wasn’t so weird, really, it was something you told him you liked but still felt uncomfortable about, he told you he loved when you did it, and in private, it was often how you ended up. Always somehow on top of one another. Still, you were way too aware of the fact that your feet weren’t hitting the ground, so you couldn’t allocate any of the weight, not that he’d ever complain, especially not now. When you tried to scooch off, he held firm. Luckily, everyone else seemed too preoccupied or out of it themselves to make a comment on how lovey-dovey he was being.

The second indication was the little compliments he kept mumbling to you. A, “you're so pretty,” said quietly, as he kissed your neck had shivers running down your spine. “You're so smart,” he said against the spot behind your ear, making you flush and smile; you weren’t even sure what you'd done for that one. The, “not yet,” spoken with lips again pressed to your shoulder when you announced you hadn’t gotten with anyone at one of Ashido’s parties. The comments were in no way unappreciated they were just unusual coming from him.

You’d managed to avoid getting particularly drunk. When you lost your first hand, you bargained to put an extra finger down instead of taking the shot, happy with where your head was at. You'd just kept doing that, and no one had said anything. The game was still going on, but the bet part of it was kind of moot, and now it was just a fun back and forth. You're pretty sure Katsuki is the only one still thinking of it as a competition. Stubborn and competitive, apparently traits he keeps regardless of his mental state.

His thumb slides into the very upper part of the waistband on your bottoms, swiping back and forth. Nothing particularly inappropriate but way more intimate than either of you normally cared to be in front of others. Though no one else seemed to notice. Alcohol a good excuse for why you're turning pink.

“Do you wanna go to bed?” You turn a little to ask him in a whisper.

“Did I win?” he slurred, blinking slowly and looking back at you hopefully.

You shake your head 'no' slowly, you may not be very drunk, but it's still dizzying. “No winners babe, we’re just playing for fun now.”

You mindlessly run your fingertips across the forearm he has thrown around your waist, holding you against him, hoping those words will be enough to coax him up without too much of a fight. You don’t know how he’s gonna act this drunk, but so far, he’s been incredibly docile.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes out again, voice low, making you give him a shy smile. You always kinda knew he thought that, but it was nice to hear it so unabashedly.

Kaminari chooses that moment to call attention to the game again, “Bakugou it’s your turn to say something,” he shouts. You're not sure if he doesn’t realize how loud he’s being because of the alcohol and pounding music or if he just didn’t care.

Katsuki slowly furrows his brow, thinking, then nuzzles into the side of your head and murmurs, “help me?”

You have to stop yourself from cooing and risk ruining the moment. Instead, you give your boyfriend's hand a light squeeze so that he pulls back, and you whisper in his ear. “Say never have I ever dyed my hair.”

He looks at you dazzled, like you're the smartest person in the world, and then faces the rest of the group again. “Never have I ever dyed my hair.”

“Hey, no fair!” Kirishima cried, leaning too far forward and almost falling off the couch.

“That’s already been done before! You gotta say something else,” Kyouka argued.

“No. It’s perfect.” Katsuki tugged you closer, frowning at her. “y/n told me t’say it t’so it has’t’be,” he managed to get out.

Your friend's eye’s go wide at this, or at least the mostly coherent ones, Shinso’s out cold and Ashido walked off at some point and never came back, finally catching on to how far gone your boyfriend actually is. That’s your cue to get him out of there before they can start making fun of him, lest he never agree to come to something like this again.

“No fucking way.” Kaminari leaned forward as if to inspect Katsuki. Shinso slid off his shoulder. Kaminari winced and quickly tried to readjust him back to how he was as he asked, “How much did he have?”

You try and look back at Katsuki, but he’s nestled his head into the crook of your neck, slow-blinking eyelashes tickling you. His thumb still swiping back and forth under your waistband, making you fight shivers.

You sigh and admit, “I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure he was still taking the game seriously after we all gave up.” The distraction of the game and the fact you had to be the one taking care of Katsuki, the very opposite of what you expected from this night, helping the barely there buzz in your brain fade.

“Is he okay?” Kirishima asked at the same time as Kaminari started looking around and announced, “oh man! Where's everyone else?”

“'M fine.” The only reason you can hear Katsuki mumble is because his mouth is pressed into your neck, right below your ear. You pat his forearm, it would be distracting, but you gotta stop the other blonde.

“Kaminari no!” You hiss.

“What, why not?” He frowned, sounding genuinely confused. You're gonna be nice and blame the alcohol for that.

“Besides the fact he’ll kill you tomorrow?” You raise an eyebrow. You feel Katsuki laugh a little. “There are too many strangers. Get him drunk the next time it’s just us.” You argue, hoping he’s with it enough to not keep trying to get other people to embarrass your boyfriend.

Kyouka’s giggling, watching the exchange, probably just as drunk as Katsuki but handling it completely differently. And though she seems to be finding everything extremely funny, apparently no one else finds her as amusing as him.

“Come onnnn,” Kaminari whined.

You shake your head and look at Kirishima. “Wanna help me get him to bed?”

“I can do it.” Katsuki voices into your shoulder, more aware of the conversation than you expected.

“Okay,” you let out a small laugh and tap his thigh, then move to get off his lap, but he holds you tight. “You gotta let go of me ‘Ki,” you giggle again; if anything, he only held tighter.

“Don’t wanna.”

“How else are we gonna go upstairs?” You question, running your fingers along his forearm again, your friends watching with way too much amusement.

He replies in a tone that can’t be described as anything except for adoring with words he’d usually throw with a good helping of snark. “You’re so’smart, figure it out.”

“At the very least, let me get Sero and Midoriya,” Kaminari begs, apparently no longer able to watch this silently and have the show all to himself.

“No.” You reply quickly, then shift a little so you can whisper to Katsuki, “if you let go, we can go upstairs and cuddle.”

“Promise?” He lifts his head slowly to look up at you hopefully.

“Promise.” You smile back, and this time when you move to slide off his lap, he begrudgingly lets you, keeping his arms around your waist as he follows you to stand.

“You guys good?” Kirishima checks, coming to a wobbly stand of his own.

“Of course,” Katsuki answers before you can.

You shrug, hands over Katsuki's around your waist as he leans onto you. “Yeah, but can you find Ashido? She didn’t say which room we could stay in.”

“On it.” Kirishima salutes and then stumbles off.

You don’t really have high hopes of his return. You know he gets super friendly drunk and will probably stop to talk to every single person and end up forgetting entirely what you asked.

You turn back to Kaminari. “Good luck with those two.” You gesture between Shinso and Kyouka.

“Please get some evidence of this!” He calls back as you start to make your way to the stairs. You don’t respond, just throw a middle finger up in lew of Katuski being able to.

Getting through the throngs of people still crowded in Ashido’s house is way easier than you expected. The crowd almost subconsciously parting for Katsuki’s still grumpy outer appearance despite the fact that he’s clinging to you like a lost child, practically attached chest to back. He’s gone back to mumbling words into your scalp, making you stumble until, finally, you reach the stairs.

You scan the crowd trying to spot Ashido to no avail. You decide to wait a few minutes, but if you don’t find her, you’ll go upstairs and take whatever free room there is. Katsuki leans against the wall, one hand around your waist, the other intertwined with yours, his head resting against yours.

“You smell so nice.” Each word comes out low, slow, and a little slurred with the next, but it still makes you smile.

You never would have guessed this is what Katsuki would be like drunk, maybe the sleepiness, the party was way later than he normally went to bed, even if you factored in the few hours later you managed to move his sleep schedule (in the summer) to accommodate you wanting to stay up and do more than stay in and watch a movie. The unfiltered compliments were what surprised you. He was so loving and cute, you loved his normal behavior, but you couldn’t say this wasn’t appreciated and very much boosting your ego.

You raise your intertwined hands to press a kiss to the back of his hand. “Thank you, pretty boy.” You respond.

He raises his head at that and moves so he's facing you. “Y’think 'm pretty?” His smile is a little lopsided but big.

You grin back. “The prettiest.”

He pouts and shakes his head, which makes you dizzy just to watch. “Can’t be. You’re th’prettiest.”

You hold his cheek, and he leans into it, fighting drooping eyelids. “We can be the prettiest together.”

He gives you another silly-looking adorable smile. “Yeah.” He squeezes your waist. “So smart.”

You stare at each other for a second, or, well, you stare, Katuski blinks a lot but doesn’t look away. You press what’s meant to be a quick kiss to his lips, but when you pull away, he follows you, eyes half-lidded and pupils blown wide. So, despite the heavy taste of a mix of liquors, you let him kiss you again. It’s sloppy, a little more on the wet side, but fun. With the pounding music and background buzz of your brain, you're both able to let go, forget that you’re in an overly crowded house party, and just enjoy the messy drunk kiss.

Katsuki finds your waist pulling you flush against him. He doesn’t care at all about where you are. Only you can hear the breathy moans he lets out despite the loud music as his hands dip lower, pawing at your ass. He might not care in his drunken state, but you still do, despite the warmth tugging at your lower belly.

You pull away, pants shared between you smelling strongly of alcohol. Before Katsuki can pout too much, you turn back around, your back to his chest so he can rest his head against yours again, so you don’t need to be holding up his head, he squeezes you tight. You can feel him stiff against your back, his hands holding you close, one grazing the bottom of your boob. You let him get away with that as you mindlessly shake your hips to the music, casually grinding against him as is appropriate for this type of party, still keeping an eye out for Ashido. He groans again, breath hot against your ear. The thin fabric of your underwear is holding back a flood.

“You said we were goin’ t’bed.” You can hear his pout.

“We are baby. I don’t know which room we’re allowed to use.”

“Okay.” He whined, and you know you shouldn’t smile, but he’s so cute you can’t help it.

You glance around for Ashido one more time, but still don’t see her. You do, however, accidentally make eye contact with Midoriya and Uraraka, who both smile and start walking over, fingers intertwined, red solo cups in their free hands.

You try to move Katsuki’s hands so you look a little more appropriate, it only kind of works, his arms looped around your waist keeping you flush against him. They don’t seem to notice anyway, their expressions morphing into worry when they get a better look at Katsuki almost falling asleep on top of you.

“Is Kacchan okay?” Midoriya asked once he got close enough you could hear him over the blasting music.

“Yeah, just had a little too much.” You assure, Katsuki squeezed you closer and muttered another, “'m fine.” into your hair.

“Oh good.” Midoriya looked relieved, smiling fondly when Katsuki nuzzled into you more. “Do you need help?”

“No, but thank you.” You almost shake your head, but Katsuki’s weight on top of you stops it, then you think. “Actually, have you seen Ashido? I don't know what room to go to.”

“No, I’m sorry.” He looked so apologetic you almost felt bad for even asking.

“Oh!” Uraraka spoke up, “I remember the guest room from last time we stayed over; I can show you!”

“Really? That would be awesome.” You sighed in relief, smiling back at her.

“No problem.” She grinned. “Follow me.” She began to walk upstairs, looking back and waiting for you to follow.

Thankfully no other partygoers were blocking the way, so you figured getting Katsuki up would be easy enough. Midoriya moved to help, but Katsuki shrugged him off.

“Don’ need your help.” He tugged at you. “The strongest.”

Midoriya looked at you, unsure of what he should do.

You shrug as best you can with your boyfriend hanging off of you. “We’ll be good. Just catch him if he falls back, I guess.”

“Got it.” Midoriya nodded enthusiastically, moving to the back of the line, hands up to catch Katsuki as he held onto you as you went.

Walking up the stairs was surprisingly easy, Katsuki only stumbling a few times, but you or Midoriya were always there to keep him steady, and in no time, Uraraka was showing you the room.

“Thanks.” You smiled gratefully at her, Katsuki still hanging off of you even though you tried pointing him to the bed.

“No problem,” she assured, smiling back.

“Here.” Midoriya handed you his red solo cup, you raised an eyebrow at him. “It’s water.” He clarified, rubbing the back of his head.

You cringed as you took the cup. “Thank you, I didn’t even think about that.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He gave you and Katsuki a kind smile, and then they both said their good nights and wandered back downstairs. You shut the door.

Well, Kaminari sorta got his wish.

“Okay, ready for bed Katsuki?” You put the cup down on the desk in the corner and turn in his arms, patting his chest as you look up at him.

“Y’gonna stay?” he asked hopefully.

“Of course.” You smile back.

He wrapped his arms around you and then picked you up, stumbling the short distance to the bed. “Katsuki!” You barely had a chance to squeal before you both collapse into the bed, him on top of you only half in.

“Good.” He declared into your chest.

“C’mon.” You pat his back giggling.

Slowly he stood back up, giving you a chance to scoot back and sit properly before he collapsed again on his back beside you. You take off your shoes and then turn to your boyfriend whose looking up at you, smiling wide.

“Can you take off your shoes?” you ask, prepared to help him, but he just nodded and moved to do it with no argument.

“Did it.” He grinned after he tossed them to the side.

“Good job,” you laugh and pat his chest, which just makes his smile widen. “Okay, into bed now,” you say, pulling the blanket back so you can both crawl in.

“Ts’warm.” He grumbled, ignoring the blanket, and took off his shirt. Or, well, he tried to but got stuck inside, arms up over his head, unable to move further.

“Here, lemme help.” You fight a laugh and grab the bottom of his shirt and pull, gently pulling his arms and head out properly.

As soon as he was free of his shirt-prison, he went back to staring at you. “You’re th’bes’,” his words slurring more now that sleep was right there, “I love y’so much.” He smiled, not taking his eyes off you as he laid his head down on his pillow. Then he frowned and pulled at your shirt. “'ts’hot take it off.” He smiled wide again and then stated, with a weird amount of emphasis on each word, "I’ll help.”

You smile back and run your fingers through his hair. You only want to take off your bra, and, honestly, it would probably be easier without Katsuki. “I can do it, but thank you. You’re the best, and I love you too.”

“No, you.” He just barely grumbled out before pouting, “lemme help.”

You can’t fight the little laugh that escapes, “Okay, if I get stuck, you can help.”

“Good.” He grinned wide, showing off his pointed canines.

You slip the straps off without taking off your shirt, then put your hands underneath to take off your bra, but Katsuki must have taken that as you getting stuck because he started to pull up the hem of your shirt, you decided to just slip your arms out rather than argue again, it would be easier and probably more comfortable anyway.

“Pretty,” he mumbled as your chest was bared to him, not giving a second thought to your now discarded shirt as he moved his hands to cup your breasts.

You suck in a breath when he flicks a finger over your hardening nipple, and he gives you a lazy smile in return. You’re both tired, but the warmth of his palms against the freshly exposed, sensitive skin felt good and you were still wanting from your earlier makeout, so you don’t stop Katsuki when he dips his head to take a tit in his mouth.

He sucked on the aroused peak, letting out a happy groan as his tongue flicked over it, his other hand lazily teasing your other sweetly curved mound. You bite your lip to stop from being too loud, not trusting the pounding music to hide your moans from the party downstairs. You rock back and forth a little, needing friction that your not getting as you clench around nothing. Katsuki bites a little too hard and you gasp, broken out of your aroused reverie, reminded that he’s really too drunk for this, even as he licked over the offended area at the same time as he pinched your other pink peak.

“‘Ki” You try to sound stern so he stops, and you can go to sleep, but it comes out like moaned praise.

Katsuki sucks off with a wet pop that has you sighing in disappointment even though you know it’s for the best. Before you can suggest rest, he’s locked back on you, lips tracing all your exposed skin, leaving kisses across your flesh, lazy and loving. His hands cupping and massaging your heaving, flushed chest.

“‘M happy you're all mine,” he murmured against your skin. You feel his eyelashes butterfly kiss your sternum.

You run your fingers through his hair, sighing fondly. “I love you Katsuki.” You can feel him smile against you, slow and sleepy, “I’m happy you're all mine too.”

He kisses you again, a languid trail up to your lips, his hands finding the waistband of your bottoms, and you decide, unfortunately, it's time to try for bed again.

“Do you wanna go to sleep, baby?”

He pauses to pout at you, but his eyelids are drooping, and when you nod, he does too. You give him a few quick pecks leading him to lie down. You think he’s out cold the second his head hits the pillow. Features soft and content. You were lucky to be one of the few people able to see him at his most relaxed, and you liked taking advantage of it every-time you could, even as you fought your own drooping eyelids. Half-heartedly you think about grabbing his shirt to sleep in but don’t know where it is in the dark of the room, and skin-to-skin is definitely appealing, even with the risk of someone possibly walking in.

Katsuki’s eyes flutter back open, and he frowns at you. “C’mere.” He pats the spot beside him

“Yeah.” You crawl into the spot, shuffling a little under the blanket, he immediately throws his arm over you.

You stare at each other, breaths evening out, matching pace, blinking slow, eyelids half-lidded. It’s a little more intimate than you ever would have guessed the end of a party could be, in a random bed you didn’t really expect to end up staying in, but it feels right.

Deciding one video won’t hurt, you pull out your phone, screen facing you so you can see that the videos recording both of you laying down. You get Katsuki to say a few more things, but then he pushes your hand down and demands sleep, so you comply, cuddling up with him, your face against his flushed chest.

“Wanted this all night.” He mumbled before passing out.

chp 1 | chp 2 | Chp 4 (end)

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ok but. u gotta give us some Opportunity lore. that place sounds soooo cool

HEHE IT IS VERY COOL!! there is so much to say about that place so i'll try my bestest to keep it brief

opportunity is basically a huge megalopolis on the east coast of the united states, stretching across two states from around atlanta to the coastline. it's a very impressive project since there's no ghouls inside the safezone at all which is insane because in the surrounding areas there ARE many many ghouls!! so they fought off all of that while still building the walls + defenses surrounding the zone WHILE also keeping everyone inside safe. this is why it's such a popular place and basically one of the most important places in the world, because it shows progress and is a symbol of hope

the outer walls of the city are of course defensive but at the same time they're like. facilities. if that makes sense. you can go inside the wall. it's a building. but also a wall!! the ground floors are mostly these huge hangars where vehicles and whatnot are stored with large hangar doors that open up into the city as well as into the wasteland (never at the same time for. obvious reasons), and the many levels above ground floor are for a variety of things; there's offices in there, laboratories, dormitories for opportunity's own specialized armed forces (squads of trained people who go out into the wasteland for various tasks such as clearing out troublesome locations where ghouls are holed up, helping survivors, and getting supply drops), armories, etc etc

opportunity is the only safezone in the united states where the united states military is not active at all, it has its own armed forces to protect itself with :^) other than that it does have a lot of matrix activity (mostly just matrix scientists in the research labs of course where they're trying to look for a cure / vaccine, but matrix also has their own armed forces called matrix agents which are active there too)

since the wall stretches on for MILES it's divided into sections which are all managed separately, so they all have their own control center and own armories and labs and whatnot to make it easier to oversee rather than have the whole entire wall managed from one place only. the different control centers communicate with each other of course but especially in the labs they try to focus on different research, to cover a LOT more ground while also updating each other on their findings to hopefully get to a cure / vaccine faster. but somehow they're still not getting any closer despite all their efforts... INTERESTING...

as for life inside the megalopolis, it's divided into cities within the place so there's also a lot of empty space between those which is managed by rangers basically LMAO, and within the cities there's neighborhood clusters which all consist of a main street with all the important stuff (community center, religious places, grocery store, schools, etc) and houses surrounding that street. there's one huge shelter for each cluster which makes it easier to deal with breaches in the wall because it's a lot easier to get people to safety that way and deal with the ghouls in the meantime :^) the design of the clusters also makes it easier to just. in general predict where people are gonna be moving in case of a breach or outbreak which also makes it easier to prepare for situations like that to begin with, which is why opportunity is such a success

opportunity is the main location for the first act of the story and it's super fun to play around with :^) but then there's a huge breach. and ghouls get inside. on a scale NEVER seen before. which makes you think. is it really a breach... or did someone do this on purpose... INTERESTING...

#asks #hibernationsuit #ask:all that's left #THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE TALKING ABOUT THIS STORY. AND ALL THE DIFFERENT ASPECTS OF IT #opportunity is so much fun to think about and also just. it's so tragic #they worked so hard on this and it's so impressive but then it just gets overrun like that. like that's INSANE

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i caught a glimmer of what i was hoping to see

a fic loosely based on the events of literally every damb loop where i first learn to meditate in an outer wilds run. what if i ended up stranded on your island (and we were both loop aware theyliens 😳😳😳😳😳)

cws: none of this is actually Depicted but there's implications of asphyxiation and suicide as well as canon-typical mention of apocalypse scenarios

words: more than i planned! (1.8k)

Traveler’s Log, Loop #…I’ll figure it out later!

When I break this loop I’m probably REALLY going to regret putting this in my ship log. I can already hear Hornfels bending my ear for using a research and discovery documentation tool as my diary, but my options are writing it down or telling someone about it. And…well, Hal would tease me so hard I might actually die from it, I feel like it’d be really insensitive to tell Zirc something like this after what happened last time I stuck around Timber Hearth, and anyone else would be weirded out that I’m telling them something this personal. So I’m writing it down.

Let me set the scene. I’d finally managed to land on the Orbital Probe Cannon—trying to chase it down without getting caught in Giant’s Deep’s gravitational pull is hard enough but actually maneuvering yourself to land on the landing pad without breaking anything important? Forget it—and I was investigating inside when…I’m not proud of this, but I saw that weird cloudy moon again, and I realized the cannon was hurtling toward it. “This is great!” I thought to myself. “Landing on it with my ship didn’t work, but maybe if I were to jump out of that big empty spot where the tracking module broke off once the cannon gets close enough? I just gotta keep eyes on it…”

Bad news, it didn’t work. Something about getting close to the moon counts as “ceasing observation” whether you’re in your ship or not. And not only did it not work, but in the process of it not working I was left with my jetpack fuel running on empty so there was no way I was making it back to my ship unless I wanted to drain my O2 in the process. Good news, I didn’t drift off into space and get stranded again! Definitely didn’t need a repeat performance of loop 4. Dark side of the bad news, I did almost take an island to the face. Again. But this time it was flying up at me instead of falling down at me. Which I guess means it would technically be a different way to reset than I did before?

The point is, the island didn’t hit me this time. I was able to get a grip on one of the branches on a cliffside tree before it fell back beneath the cloud cover. Not a great situation, but it’s a lot better than being stranded in space or plummeting into the ocean with no landmasses in sight. I could climb down once the island could reasonably be considered terra firma and go from there. Not ideal, but I could probably recover?

Well, hypothetical future reader who hopefully will be post-loop me about to delete this and write in a real journal and not ground control thinking that this is going to lead to actual information Outer Wilds Ventures can use, the suffering did not end there! I’d been too busy, you know, hearing my heart pounding in my ears after the moon disappeared to notice any other sounds around me, nor did I really have a lot of time to look down before grabbing onto that branch, or figure out how far up I was, or check how sturdy the branch was, or make basically any judgments about whether this was really a better idea than getting stuck in space again, I just knew that it was an option that was not getting stuck in space again. Which was enough for me.

Anyway, the second the island hit the water, the branch I was holding on to snapped and I plummeted to a different kind of doom entirely–I somehow managed to not land on anything that would hurt me too bad physically, but…I feel like I’m going to die from embarrassment just typing this. I landed on Gabbro. Broke one of their hammock strings. Made them drop their flute, saw it get swept away in the few seconds the island went underwater, so I had that on my conscience too. Surprised I didn’t hurt them, or at least they didn’t give any indication that I did.

What’s even worse is that they were still cool about it. They just chuckled and said, “Hey, time buddy. Nice of you to drop in.” I’m sure they weren’t trying to twist the knife but stars above did it feel so much worse to hear them remind me that hey! If I’d embarrassed myself this bad in front of anyone else they’d at least forget once the sun went and everything reset, but there was nothing I could do to ensure Gabbro would forget this.

I was in a worse panic mode at this point than I had been when I was in space. I scrambled to my feet, reached down to try and help them up. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I? Oh, stars above, I’m so sorry, I don’t know how I didn’t see you, or hear you, or–”

They shook their head and made no move to stand up. “Relax, you just knocked the air out of me. And hey, that’s what I planted the trees to help with so, no big deal.”

“At least let me help you set your hammock back up, I feel awful for knocking it down like that. Oh, stars above, this is just like last year’s village fair all over again…”

“Nah, don’t worry about it. I don’t feel like getting up again,” they answered, putting a hand behind their head and relaxing more (which, it was wild to realize that Gabbro is capable of relaxing more than they already have whenever I see them). “And I heard they were able to patch that hole in the observatory roof just fine. You’d never be able to tell if you didn’t see it happen.” They patted the ground next to them and looked expectantly (I think? The helmets are polarized. Hard to tell what expression anyone is making) up at me.

“Whoever told you that was lying, it’s so obvious what happened.” I sat down next to them, drawing my knees to my chest. I could still hear my heart beating in my ears. “I…really don’t understand how you take everything so in stride. Even knowing it was an accident and everything’s going to reset, how aren’t you at least annoyed that I ruined your whole setup?”

They attempted a shrug–it didn’t look very much like one from the position they were in, but I got the point. “What would that do? I’ll wake up in a few minutes and have to set the whole thing back up anyway. Until then, the sand is soft, and my flute’s probably hanging out with my ship somewhere, so it’s not lonely. And you’re here with me, so it’s a fair trade.”

I could have passed out. I feel like I’m going to pass out typing this down after the fact. What did they mean, “and you’re here with me, so it’s a fair trade”? I definitely couldn’t say anything normal in response to that–I think I tried to but I made some kind of weird choking noise instead before spluttering out “Thank you.” Not my finest…er, 22-minute loop period.

Gabbro snickered a bit as they sat up, just enough to meet my eyes. “You are so welcome, buddy. And, uh, by the way…what were you doing in that tree?”

“I did something stupid and dangerous that I thought would work, it didn’t, your island was in grabbing distance, and I figured it was better than drifting out to space and emptying both my tanks chasing after the probe cannon to get back to my ship.” I could feel my face burning as I quickly rushed the explanation out. They probably weren’t going to say any more extremely sweet things to me after hearing that.

“Wow,” they responded, lying back down. “Wish I could think on my feet like that. I’d probably still be up there if that was me. Then I’d have to use my secret technique to skip to the end.”

I stood extremely corrected. And also a little alarmed. “That’s…kinda morbid.”

“Don’t worry, it’s not what you’re thinking. I meditate. It’s a lot less painful.” They went quiet for a moment, as if they were thinking about something. “How long has it been since you woke up?”

“Like…between getting here, exploring the probe cannon, my little ill-fated spacewalk, and running into you, I’d say at least seventeen minutes?” I looked up at the sky as though I’d see anything but clouds. I didn’t. “I can’t see the sun so it’s hard to tell.”

“Want me to teach you? Shouldn’t take long. You seem like you could use the mental break.”

They had me there. It was kinda sad to think about cutting it short when I’d finally gotten to a point where I wasn’t convinced they thought I was a loser and a terrible astronaut, but hey. If nothing else, I could rest assured neither of us would forget. I nodded. “Yeah, go for it.”

“Cool. Just lay back and close your eyes,” they said, already seeming to slow down their breathing.

I obliged, stretching out from my curled up sitting position and lying down on my back next to them. They were right. The sand was soft. I was closing my eyes as I felt something wrap around my hand, and turned to notice Gabbro’s hand in mine.

It was hard to tell with the helmet, but they turned their head away in what I thought (hoped?) might have been shyness or embarrassment. “Oh. You know, in case the island gets flung into space again. Don’t wanna get separated.”

For the first time since this loop began, I smiled. “Yeah. Would defeat the purpose of the whole exercise.” I turned my head back to face the sky and gave their hand a squeeze as I closed my eyes again. “What’s the next step?”

“Only other step there is. Take deep, slow breaths. Match my breathing, if you want. It’ll be the next loop before you know it.”

I don’t know how long the two of us laid there, breathing in sync, slowly, gently. I know that when I opened my eyes I was on Timber Hearth, looking up at Giant’s Deep, watching the cannon explode again. And I know that Slate made some remark about how I must have had a good dream because I was smiling when I got up. And I know…

Oh, stars above, how long have I been writing this? The sun’s huge. There’s no way I can get anything done this loop. Time to see if that technique will work again. Tourmaline out.

#questionable writing tag #c: 🌴#i will not elaborate on the village fair thing because it's funnier to not know

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justaduckarts · 1 year

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An Earnest Confession

The silence was almost suffocating. Warmth spread through your whole being. Your fingers found purchase on the fabric of your shirt. In front of you, Sun bounced in place. He was becoming antsy, waiting for you to say something. Anything.

The solar animatronic pressed his hands together. The smile on his face felt tight suddenly. His rays, which had been spinning like crazy moments before, slowed to a stop. He watched you open and close your mouth. He wished he knew what you were thinking.

“I...” You wanted to reply smoothly, but you couldn’t seem to find your voice. How do you respond? What if you messed it up? You were so nervous!

“...It’s okay,” Sun said gently, “if- if you don’t like us back, I mean! We’ll understand! We’re... not the easiest to get along with.” He looked off to the side. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“It’s not like that!” You shook your head adamantly. Great, now you were messing it up because you were so worried about messing it up! Sun looked back at you. Did he dare to hope?

“I’m just...” You dug your fingers into your shirt, “me? I mean- No, I- Ugh! Why can’t I just- I like you a lot, okay?” You buried your face in your hands. Why was it SO hard for you to share your feelings with people?

“Haaaaa,” you sighed, “I just- I’m sorry, I’m SO bad at this, but I just didn’t think YOU would like me! And- Hands lifted you up. You scrambled to grab onto something to steady yourself when your feet left the ground. Fabric met your fingers. Sun’s collar.

“How could we NOT like you?” Sun grinned at you, holding you up to better look at your blushing face. “You’re so so so wonderful! And silly,” he laughed a little.

“You’re the silly ones,” you laughed, watching his rays begin their merry spin once again. He giggled, shaking his head.

“Of course we’re silly! We’re supposed to be silly,” he set you back on your feet. Straightening, Sun put his hands on his hips.

“So! Does that mean youuuuu’ll go on a date with us?” He bounced a little, looking at you hopefully. You blinked up at him.

“A date? Are you even allowed out of the daycare?” You glanced around aforementioned daycare; spotless as usual.

“Well- Well no,” Sun laughed nervously, “buuuut we could just have one here! Right?” When he looked at you for approval you smiled. Who said dates needed to be conventional? Hardly anything about your life was anyway.

“Right!” You nodded, “I guess that means I’ll be picking you up! Should I dress up?” Sun bounced again, nodding eagerly.

“Ooh! Yes yes yes! Not that we don’t like how you look all the time- But it would be fun to see you in something besides your uniform!” He clapped his hands together, “Moony and I will have to plan something good!”

“I’m looking forward to it,” you laughed a little. Hmm... Maybe you could bring them something? Like flowers? Would they like flowers? Your watch chimed, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Ah, that’s the end of my shift,” you sighed, silencing your alarm, “I’ve gotta get going before I get locked in again.” You glanced up at Sun.

“That wouldn’t be so bad, would it?” He laughed a little.

“Did you forget what happened last time I got locked in overnight?” You crossed your arms. Sun laughed, hiding his grin in his hands. Moon laughed into their shared headspace. No, they hadn’t forgotten.

“Well, I’m sure Moony is sorry! ...At least a LITTLE sorry!” Sun swayed merrily.

“Somehow, I doubt it,” you laughed, “alright. I’ve gotta go. I’ll come by a little early tomorrow so we can talk about our date!” You turned towards the doors.

“Oh, wait!” Sun caught your hand. You stopped, turning to look at him.

“Hm? Did I forget something?” You smiled up at him.

“Just one thing!” Sun scooped you up. A moment later he was pressing his grin to your cheek. Your brain did the mental equivalent of a bluescreen. You might’ve uttered some unintelligible nonsense.

“Okay!” Sun set you on your feet. “Have a goodnight! We’ll see you tomorrow!” He watched you struggle to gather yourself for a minute. Finally, you offered him a shy wave and make your way towards the exit. Sun sighed happily, turning back to the daycare.

“What a good day!” He hummed, starting the walk towards the little crafting section. It had been a good day. Hopefully there were even more good days on the horizon.

#justaduckarts #fluff #moondrop fnaf #fnaf security breach #fanfic #fnaf fanfic #drabble #fnaf sun #fnaf sun fic #sun x reader #reader insert

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sharksa-shivers · 6 months

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Slash and Burn dialog dump cuz yeah lol, i wannaaaaaaaaaaaaa

If i've already spoiled Sharksty, ima just spoil this too but yeah, Slash and Burn like each other lol... Sooooooooo yeah... Tho they both don't wanna be the first to admit it and thus are waiting on the other to admit it...They're that kinda couple lmaoooooo... ---------- (We see this random seal anthro man sit down outside on a park bench, taking off his backpack, sitting tiredly. We see him relax for a moment…Until-)

Seal guy:(thinking, to himself, him talking outloud)…Man, i'm getting hungry…

Slash:(we move the camera to see him there, grins deviously and scaring the absolute shit out of this seal man)Yeah, me too.

(We see Slash lunge at him, the seal man going into panic mode, thinking Slash is aiming for him but then we cut and see Slash stole his backpack instead, the seal man still in sheer fear from that as he watches Slash fucking take off quickly.)

Slash:(running, satisfied with his loot)Thanks for the free shit man!!!!! Ahahahahaha!!!!!!! Fuckin sucker!!!!!!!!

Seal man:(calming down after a moment, now being alone again, fearful still, to himself)…Fuck it, yeah, you can have that, fuck…Goddamnit…Least he didn't get my wallet…

(We see a shadowy cat figure on the ground behind the bench, pickpocketing him as he says this, it obviously being Burn and her sliding his wallet out and into her hands, slinking away silently with a smirk on her face…) ---------

(Slash basically stealing from a human and it's one of the times he doesn't feel like he needs to intimidate so he tones the assholery down some)

Human rando:(scared shitless, pinned against the wall by Slash who's sitting down, blocking the way and sifting through his backpack, shivering and terrified by the like 8'7 shark man who's stealing his shit and eating it, pleeding)Please for the love of God, don't eat me, please fucking God don't…

Slash:(shuffling through, stopping as he's eating a bag of walnuts the guy had in his bag, Slash just looks over, turns towards the guy, chill as fuck, shrugging as he's munching on walnuts)Why would i ever want to eat a human? Like honestly? Let's be honest, you're mostly all bones, not really alot of meat and ON TOP OF THAT…Do i really look like a murderer to you?

Human rando:(looking at his slashed up face that's covered up by his hood)………Kinda, yeah…

Slash:(groans)Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, nah!!!!! (smirking, chomping on the walnuts still)I'm just a simple thief trying to get by hehehehe…Sorry it happened to be you but i gotta get by somehow…Which speaking of-(picking up the bag, having had enough of scaring this guy)Think i'll be seeing ya. Thanks for the stuff!!! Hopefully there's more useful shit in here!!! (starts walking off, leaving the guy on his own) ------------------ (Random dialog shit but probably earlier on when they start liking each other. Idfk context except they probs playing here…)

Burn:(just smirks, tail flicking as she lets go of Slash's hoodie and lets him drop to the ground, standing above him)You're fucking stupid…I like that in a man…

Slash:(just smirking back)You're kind of a bitch…And i like that in a woman… -------------------------------- (Slash and Burn fluff shit cuz i need it, fuck you lol)

(We see it's storming pretty heavily and Slash and Burn are both stuck in a very small underground area due to the storm. They're both trying to stay warm and keep dry while stuck in this very very small area together…Since it's small, they're pretty compounded together…We see Slash kicking back(him obviously being far more chill and shit with the weather vs Burn who's very much not happy about the storm oof)…Slash is kind of in his own mind whenever we see something moving in his hoodie, getting his attention.)

Slash:(alarmed)What the fuck???

Burn:(the movement was her as she proceeds to worm her way into sharing his hoodie, popping her head out of the neckhole of the hoodie, smirking up at him)Hiya, how ya doin?

Slash:(kind of annoyed)Can you maybe not????

Burn:(annoyed too, tail swishing as she lays on Slash, obviously not fucking moving from his hoodie lmao)Can you stop the storm so i don't have to be freezing sopping wet anymore? No? Then uhhhh…I'm not going anywhere…

Slash:(annoyed as fuck but begrudgingly accepting Burn's not leaving)God, you are a fucking pest…

Burn:(annoyed too)Quit crying, you feel cold too, this has to be fucking better then freezing.

Slash:(questioning)?????? The weather feels fine to me????? (gives up)Whatever, fine, ugh…Just…Don't stretch out the hoodie okay? It's like the best one I've been able to find that actually fucking fits.

Burn:(amused as she nuzzles in, obviously she's comfortable now regardless of if Slash is or not)Yeah yeah, i got it. (sitting quite for a moment before speaking, grinning)You like this though don't you? Annoying or not, i can tell you fucking like this…

Slash:(blushing a bit, annoyed though but more annoyed now, wrapping his arms around her and putting his chin on her head, trying to keep her from seeing the blush)……..Shut up, goddamnit… -------------------------- (Earlier on shiz between them both lol)

Burn:(sits a moment as she processes what happened a few minutes prior with Slash (Basically him threatening to eat somebody) she just sits there anxious now, looking at Slash who just seems content with the shit they both just managed to steal, decides to ask) …….Were you serious? Like…Have you actually ever done that before? Eaten people?

Slash:(he just smirks and says nothing)…….

Burn:(scared kind of now)….IS THAT A YES OR A NO????

Slash:(amused)It's a "i say that to fuck with people and intimidate them into giving me their shit" and a "No i don't fucking want to murder anyone, jesus, what is wrong with you?"

Burn:(just stares, calming down)………Well fuck, it works i guess cuz you scared the shit out of me saying that…

Slash:(laughing)Good!!!! That's the whole fucking point!!!!!!! ------------------------------ (Dirty joke lmao...Also yeahhhh, Slash is like this lmaooooooo)

Slash:(snickering)Nah, i don't eat people…(motions over at Burn who looks over blushing, laughing and loud)BUT I DO EAT PUSS-

Max:(cutting him off, looking at his phone)OKAY, THAT'S ENOUGH OF THIS SHIT!!!!!! Hey!!!! Look!!!!!! I tracked the thing we were looking for!!!!!!! ---------------------------

Slash:(sits a moment before smirking, joking)You know what else i could eat though????

Burn:(annoyed)How about my claws rippin your gillslits open?

Slash:(smirking)Ooooooo, kinky…~~ --------------------- (Early moment shit between em both)

Burn:(curious as she's getting to know Slash)So like…What's like…the craziest thing you've eaten?

Slash:(amused, glances over at her)Like…This week or like…?

Burn:(sits a moment, staring)……Yknow, i dunno if i want an answer to this question anymore…

Slash:(amused still as he empties his backpack)What? You think my answers gonna be a person or something? A corpse maybe? That what your afraid of?

Burn:(a bit anxious)I literally have no clue, i JUST met you like…what? 3, 4 days ago? And i can't fucking tell when your joking or not so????

Slash:(amused)Ahahahahah, see, that's the fun part though! You get to keep guessing, i just keep smiling and fucking with you…Like…Where'd the fun be if i didn't fuck around yknow?

Burn:(she just stares)…….

Slash:(he rolls his eyes, sighing but keeping the smirk)I've never hurt a person and i haven't defiled any corpses…That make ya feel better?

Burn:(raises an eyebrow, seemingly a bit of doubt in her eye)……….

Slash:(groans)Okay, okay………So MAYBEEEEEE i've stolen shit off of corpses…Maybe i've sold some shit i've found off sunken ships where people have died and are still resting, LIKE MAYBEEEEEEE i've done that, ALLEGEDLY…Don't drag my ass to prison for that shit i did like 6 years ago cuz i needed cash for clothes alright?

Burn:(staring)…I don't…Ok, you still didn't answer my first question… ----------------------------

(We see Kristy sitting outside with Slash who's smoking a cigarette)

Kristy:(questioning)Isn't it bad to smoke?

Slash:(lets out smoke, looking over, shrugs)I hear that but i dunno. Something something lung cancer? I've never been to a doctor so…

Kristy:(wide eyed)You've…NEVER BEEN to a doctor???

Slash:(nods)Yeah, that shits expensive, never had cash. See, things like that are…Luxuries that i don't have…BUT…(smirks)Cigarettes are luxuries i can get. And yknow, they help me not feel so stressed, they kill my appetite so i don't have to worry bout that kinda shit so i'm gonna keep doing it…(lets out more smoke)

Kristy:(questioning again)Does it…Actually help with that kinda stuff or…?

Slash:(looking over)I mean…I dunno bout other people but it helps me…Keeps me sane…Only so much of this kinda shit i can take. It's either the cigs and vapes orrrrrrrrr it's me fucking dying so…I got alot to be stressed about and hunger can drive a man fucking mad so i'll take whatever help i can fucking get…

Kristy:(thinking)…Do you ever think about quitting? I…You probably think i am annoying but like…It is bad for you to do that kinda stuff…

Slash:(sighs)I have, i know Burn hates me doing it too but like…I kinda need it so…Maybe if i had some damn stability of some sort i could quit but…I don't so…I dunno…Eh… --------------------- Lol, that's all for now (i adore these 2 lil trash goblins, i adoreeeeeeeee them...They really are cute together but also are just fun in general...) Also, with the last one, fun fact: Slash knows very very well about Burn's deathly awful fear of fire now so he'll do his best to smoke well well away from her and always makes sure to dunk the finshed up cigs in water so he's 100% sure they're out for Burn's paranoia's sake... He's a bit of a dumbass but Slash absolutely has a good heart at the end of the day, especially for Burn...

#kidnappedseries #kidnappedseries dialog stuff #Slash and Burn

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banannabethchase · 1 year

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Adam smears Moxley's blood across his chest during the match, and it awakens something unexpected in him. He shouldn't be surprised when Mox has the same idea.

Title inspired by Tell Me It's a Nightmare by Kim Petras. Fic exists exclusively because of Hangman smearing Mox's blood on his chest, then doing that unnecessary burpee post match. What's a writer supposed to do, ignore that blatant display of homoeroticism?! Also, talk to your partners before doing anything of this caliber. Communication is key, and these two dopes could be a lot better about it. E rated. Warnings for: blood kink, graphic depictions of violence one would expect in wrestling, biting, religious imagery. I just. I warned y'all.

Mini playlist: Dirty Thoughts - Chloe Adams Tell Me It's a Nightmare - Kim Petras Martyr - KiNG MALA Flesh - Simon Curtis

Adam’s never been a fan of seeing his own blood. It’s run in rivulets down his face, arms, chest, back, more times than he can count now, his business being one of violence, but he’s always been rather displeased at the sight of it.

As he smears Moxley’s blood on his chest, though, he realizes discontent is only his response to seeing his own blood. Something primal, animalistic, rears up inside him as he uses Mox’s blood like war paint, and he finds a new purpose in the match. He’s gotta get whatever the fuck this is out of his system, preferably in pinning Moxley to the ground. Hopefully his dick will get the message and he’ll be over and done with it.

It’s unfortunate, then, that Mox manages to pin him with a roll up.

Adam flails out of his grasp, all kinds of energy flooding through him at the way Mox’s blood has coated him through the match, and wants to commit varying inappropriate acts in the ring as he processes that he somehow lost to a roll up.

“Calm down,” Claudio says, running into the ring. “The match is over!”

Adam scoffs. Like he could be calm right now.

He thinks burpee might be a little excessive, truly, but he has so much welling up inside him that he had to get some of it out. It’s not enough. The need to defeat Moxley, to feel more than just his blood, washes over him like waves of hot desperation. Before it shows in his face or actions, Adam leaves the ring, the public eye. But he can’t resist one look behind him. And another.

He ignores the sympathetic looks of the people working backstage and dives right into the shared locker room. Ethan Page, Matt Hardy, and Isiah Kassidy eye him as he walks in, but, after he glares at them, they leave. The room is empty, and he’s finally able to yell.

He can still tastes Mox’s blood on his lips, can feel it, still wet, on his arm. He punches a locker, unsure why he doesn’t just walk into the shower and wash off the evening. He reaches down and presses the heel of his palm against his cock, and wishes he wasn’t already this hard. He looks over to see Mox’s blood on his arm, and groans, desperate to get some sort of blow off. He glances around – still empty – and pushes at his cock again, a little hint of relief at the tension stored in every muscle in his body. He eyes a shower. It couldn’t hurt.

He steps into the shower, hesitant. He wants to keep these marks, proof of his hard fought battle, all over him. He wants to get his hands on Moxley again, make him pay for that roll up, make him fight until they’re both covered in each other’s blood and sweat until one of them wins and they both roll over, exhausted, sated.

Images play across his vision as he slides his hand down his body. Moxley, covered in blood, dripping on him. Moxley under him as Adam licks streaks of blood up from his body. Adam groans at it, and gives up the façade. The water pounds across his back as he works himself up, slow strokes on his cock while he imagines it’s Mox’s mouth, his hand, anything. He uses his free hand to touch at the blood as it runs down his arm with the water, wishing it was more. Wishing he could taste the blood in Mox’s mouth as they kiss, as they fuck.

Adam turns his head, bites down on his arm to stifle the moan threatening. His hand, almost of its own volition, has tightened its grip, like he’s body is desperate to get some sort of resolution to the tension it’s been feeling for the past hour.

He comes like a tidal wave washing over him, messy across the shower and his hand. His knees nearly give out. It takes a moment to realize that the harsh, ragged sound is his own breathing through the patter of the shower against the stalls.

He cleans everything up, scrubs off the last remnants of the match and his desperation, but doesn’t get the satisfaction he’d been craving.

It’s not until the next week, when he’s here to support the Dark Order’s trios match, that he realizes it isn’t going to go away. He’s been antsy, on edge, the whole week, feeling the phantom of Moxley’s blood all over his body. He’s gotten himself off in every way he knows how, but he hasn’t been able to soothe the itch. And, unfortunately for him, he thinks he knows the only way that he can take care of it.

He’s able to take himself out of that space for the entirety of the Dark Order match, screaming and pounding the mat to encourage his boys to get the win. They do, and it helps, but Adam is itchy the second he’s off screen. He claps John, Alex, and Uno on the shoulders, celebrates with them in the back, but it’s over too soon, and he’s alone with his thoughts again.

He walks his way into the locker room, because, if it comes to it, he can get off in the shower again. Maybe that will keep his skin from crawling for a few minutes. He’s already straining against his jeans, feeling edged in a way he hasn’t in ages. It was always supposed to be just wrestling, just a job. But here he is, technically at work, with a raging boner. It doesn’t seem fair.

His plan fails; the locker room is jam packed and he doesn’t get a second of privacy for over an hour. Mox cuts a promo – lengthy, angry, rambling, on him, and it only ups the feeling of discomfort.

He needs to take the man apart with his teeth and lips.

Adam is considering just leaving and spending the night at hotel with his own imagination, but leaving feels wrong, somehow.

He fidgets constantly in the locker room as he watches the television in the corner, the room slowly losing wrestlers as the episode continues. He cheers for Takeshita, because the he secretly wants to wrestle him in the next few weeks. He eyes Jamie Hayter, because he’d like to take her on in an intergender match, either as a tag partner or one on one. Mostly, though, he’s terrible at creating distractions for himself. He can’t keep his mind away from that image of Moxley, stretched out on the ground, covered in blood. On display. For him.

The main event begins, and the locker room empties. Adam, once again, is alone with his annoying little thoughts, and the temptation to rewatch his match with Mox and get his hands in his pants.

He’s got his hand on his belt buckle, toying with the idea of throwing all caution to the wind and going for it, right here, when there’s the bang of a door. Adam turns, ready to swing. Too bad the face in front of him already bears the marks of his reactions. The cut’s healing well. Unfortunately. “Get out.” He’s too worked up to be embarrassed, and locks eyes with Mox as he drops his hand from his belt. He wants to adjust his pants, which are suddenly far too tight.

“It’s my locker room, too,” Moxley says. He rolls his shoulders. Adam can’t help but wish Mox were bleeding again, and he’s mad at himself for it. “What?”

“Nothing,” Adam grumbles. He doesn’t realize he’s got a hand rubbing at his shoulder, where Mox’s blood had stained it the week before. He doesn’t realize he can’t stop looking at the stitches on Mox’s face. He’s terribly aware, though, that he’s still got a hand the waistband of his pants, that Mox hasn’t walked away. “You fuckin’ went the coward’s way out with that finish last week, you know.”

Mox’s lips quirk in an awkward smile, something that looks a little strange with Adam’s memory of the blood dripping down his cheek. Adam wants to bite it off of him. “Still won, though.”

“Yeah,” Adam grumbles. The energy roiling inside of him is desperate to get out somehow, escalating and he’s not able to stop it. He walks up to Mox, going forehead to forehead again, the butterfly stitches a reminder pressed into his skin of the blood that coated Adam. He wants it all over him again. “That really how you want to claim victory?”

Mox pushes back at him, sending Adam stumbling a little bit backward. He bumps into a locker, and Mox grins at him. “Nah, not really. But I had to do what I had to do.” He licks his lips. “You were getting me good and I needed to pull out all the stops.” Mox reaches up, touches the stitches, and changes his grin to something a little dirtier, more competitive, less kind. “You got me distracted.”

Adam swallows. “Distracted, huh?”

Mox nods, and it’s impossible for Adam to miss the way his gaze drops to Adam’s lips. “You can’t paint yourself with my blood and not expect me to get off on it.”

Adam’s body washes with something cold and then a wave of heat. “Yeah?” He’s trying to match Mox’s tone, but he sounds a little too eager. “You liked that?”

Mox crowds into his space, breath inches from Adam’s lips. “I wasn’t the only one,” he growls. “Next time you can cut me open again.” He leans in to Adam’s neck, inhales deeply. “And maybe I’ll let you lick it off me backstage while I suck your dick.” Adam lets out the most involuntary of moans, and Mox pulls back, looking smug. “God, it’s always the good ones, isn’t it? Gotta get into the dirty sometime, huh?”

Adam leans forward with intentions directed entirely by his dick, but the door swings open and he stumbles forward into the space Mox used to be. Swerve and his cronies walk him, looking furious.

“What are you looking at?!” Minion 1, the one with the face tattoos, shouts.

“Somebody who just ruined a moment,” Adam grumbles. But he doesn’t want to get in a fight with somebody he definitely doesn’t want to fuck, so he steps back. Mox is already gone.

He finds himself, on the evening of Revolution 2023, involuntarily emulating Christ on the cross. He thinks it’s fitting, through a haze of pain and adrenaline, with the way he feels like he’s laying his life on the line every time he steps in the ring, the way he’s out here to the applause of others at his pain. Mox has his arms tied to the ropes with his belt and Adam’s. Mox has a handful of Adam’s hair and has his head tilted back as Mox’s teeth dig into the skin of his bicep.

Adam just hopes his boner is concealed in his pants.

He struggles against the pull of the belt, against the pull of Mox’s hand in his hair, and manages to get a leg up to knee Mox in the balls. Mox falls on the ground and Adam manages to kick him over. He leans over with his teeth, rips at the belt tie until it loosens, and he can get his right hand out. He gets the second hand undone and launches at Mox.

He’ll make sure Moxley regrets bringing the barbed wire bat into the ring. With a grin, his picks it up and twirls it in his hand, letting the cheers of the crowd soak into his skin. Mox is on his knees in front of him, mouth open in a silent gasp, and Adam licks his lips as he imagines the same setting with far fewer clothes.

Then he winds up and smacks Mox in the arm with the baseball bat. Mox crumples, blood blooming on his bicep and trickling down his arm in beautiful patterns. Adam grabs at it, squeezes, coats his hand in it. He grabs Mox’s face with his hand and turns it so he’s forced to meet Adam’s eyes. Slowly, deliberately, Adam licks the blood off the palm of his hand.

How fortunate they are that the ring mics can’t pick up the wanton moan Mox lets out.

Adam shoves him to the floor again and winds up, swinging for the fences down at Mox. He’s smarter than Adam wants him to be, though, and rolls out of the way. The bat slams into the floor and bounces back up, and Adam loses his grip. The bat flies somewhere outside the ring, and he’s left with his hands.

Mox launches at him with a spear and he bounces against the ropes, Mox’s arms around his waist. Mox pulls back and throws an elbow to the side of Adam’s head. It sends a shockwave through Adam’s entire body, reminiscent of the concussion in October. For a split second he worries he’s repeating history. But the world doesn’t go dark; it just goes red.

Mox falls off of him, and Adam raises his hand to touch at his face. Blood runs down his head into his eye, but it seems to be a small stream, and he’s able to wipe it away without much of an issue. He barely gets himself up to his hands and knees before Mox comes at him with a curb stomp, his head colliding with the ground, and Adam reminds himself to ask Mox someday if he only uses his exes’ finishers when he’s particularly horny.

The match continues. Adam goes through no fewer than two tables, but he drops Moxley onto a ladder, the time keeper’s desk, and a few chairs covered in barbed wire, so it’s pretty balanced. Mox looks stunning, streaked with red. His blue eyes stand out against the contrast. Adam wonders if he has the same look, the same crazed and wild expression in the eye.

It takes a deadeye from the top of a ladder onto a table, followed by a bulldog choke in the wreckage, to take Moxley down for good. Adam stands at three, but Moxley is still flat on the floor when Bryce counts ten. And Adam feels victorious. Before he can think better of it, Adam reaches down and drags his hand through the blood on Mox’s face, smearing it. He raises his bloody hand to a crowd of cheers, and drags the hand down the side of his neck, all the way across to his right hip.

“Alright, cool it, hotshot,” says Bryce. But he smiles as he raises Adam’s hand, a whisper of, “Congrats!” as Moxley walks away, aided by Claudio Yuta while Hangman celebrates for just a bit in the ring.

He thought, maybe, he’d have it out of his system with a win. He thought that craving was sated.

It only growls hungrier.

Adam gets himself backstage to the special locker room they’d set up for him and Moxley, with butterfly stitches and paramedics on standby, ready to care for any wounds. But Adam doesn’t want them. Not right now. Not when he’s hellbent on getting his hands on Moxley again.

“Give us a minute,” Adam demands when he sees Mox standing next to a paramedic as they fuss over his head wound.

Mox turns to him, smile resting lazily on his lips. “Yeah, give us a minute, wouldja?”

The paramedics hesitate but leave, and Adam’s grateful to the ones that get it. And for nondisclosure agreements.

“You won,” Mox says, stretching his arms over his head. The bleeding has stopped, but there’s still blood on his skin, not quite dry yet. He touches his cheeks. “Interesting move with the face thing.” He hops off the bench, making his way to Adam. “I liked it. But, uh,” he drags a finger from the Adam’s neck, across his chest, down to his hip, following the trail of his blood. “You got some blood on you.” He moves so quickly Adam doesn’t even have time to think. Moxley licks up his neck, where he knows Mox’s blood was drying, and Adam’s knees half give out. “Yeah,” Moxley says, pulling away. “I got some of it.”

“You barely got any of it,” Adam tries to joke. He’s breathing too hard to convince Moxley he’s not reacting. But all he wants to do is taste blood and the skin underneath. He’s breathing too hard.

Mox laughs, low. “Yeah,” Mox says, “thought you might like that.” He pulls back a little bit, licks the blood off his lips and, well. Adam can’t be held accountable for the way he dives in after it. It feels like Mox is expecting it, with the way he opens his mouth. Adam tastes coppery metal and the smoke underneath it, tastes the victory that he holds in his fingertips that night. Tastes the salt of redemption.

Adam spins Mox around, shoving him up against the locker, reaching out to touch at the streaks of blood on his face. They coat his fingers, and he has the urge again to press his fingers to his chest, so he does. Mox’s eyes lock on Adam’s hands as he moves, and Adam thinks it might be the best Mox has ever looked.

“You don’t know how hot that was,” Mox says, voice practically a whine. “Get – get in the shower.”

They stumble over each other into the shower, Adam crazy with the taste and smell of blood, the sound and feel of Moxley. It’s a furious kind of desire, something he hasn’t felt outside of getting his hands on Moxley. The idea that the thirst is finally going to be sated is almost too much, enough that he lets out a desperate little groan as Mox bites at the side of his neck.

It’s like he blinks and his gear is gone, water spraying down onto him. He stands naked in front of Moxley, who is tapping the side of his arm.

“Dude,” Mox says, “hey, Adam, you good? Come back.”

“I’m good,” Adam gasps. “Get back on me, you fucking lunatic.”

Mox chuckles, leans in, crushes his mouth to Adam’s. In between breaths, he bites at Mox’s lips, slides his fingers across his body where the blood is mixing with water and washing away.

Before he thinks about it, Adam drops to his knees. He looks up at Moxley.

“Fuck, you look good from this angle,” Moxley whines. “Yeah, yeah. Come on, Cowboy.”

On his knees in front of Moxley, his mouth sinking onto his dick with determination, hands trailing in the streaks of blood that stream down Moxley’s thighs, he understands himself more. He’s never felt more worthy of salvation than he does now as he takes Moxley’s benediction, and he thinks the heavy weight of Moxley’s cock on his tongue will get him there faster than any other deed.

Moxley doesn’t shut up the whole time, desperate, grunting sounds pouring from his mouth as he tugs at Adam’s hair.

“Get up here,” he growls, pulling Adam by the hair, “stupid curls – c’mere.” He pulls Adam in for a kiss, a collision of sorts. It’s not as aggressive as before, something a little sweeter lingering on Moxley’s tongue, and Adam doesn’t know how to tell Moxley that he wants that sweetness curled around his cock.

“Please,” he chokes out, broken, “please.”

“I know,” Moxley says, and he presses a kiss to Adam’s cheek before he sinks to his knees. Most of the blood has washed off of his face, and it’s just him. Just those blue, piercing eyes. And Adam’s still desperate for it.

Mox grips at Adam’s hips as he sinks down on Adam’s cock, and it’s even better than his wrestling. Mox takes all of him like it’s nothing, punctuates it with a look up at Adam that has a smirk behind his eyes, and Adam’s so fucking gone for more than just this man’s blood.

“Mox,” he groans, and he can’t hold eye contact. He just can’t. His head tilts back, and he lets Mox do the work, guiding Adam’s hips to gently push his cock in and out of Mox’s mouth. It comes at him like a wave, crashing over his skin as he tries to warn Moxley, but Moxley takes him down until Adam’s coming down his throat.

It’s all Adam can do not to collapse to the floor, with the way his legs shake. He makes a desperate little whimper at Mox and he pulls away, wiping at the corners of his mouth.

“Now what if –”

If it’s important, it’s lost in Adam’s mouth, where he kisses as deeply as he can and tries to get his head back on straight. The taste of himself in Mox’s mouth sends a new fire through his spine, a desperation to give as good as he’s gotten.

He’s back on his knees again, quirking an eyebrow for permission, and Mox laughs.

“Christ, you’re eager.”

“I prefer Adam, but you did practically crucify me tonight, so.”

Mox laughs, but it cuts off quickly as Adam gets his mouth around him. It doesn’t last long – Mox is as desperate for it as Adam was. He grabs a handful of Mox’s ass as he swallows him down, and the sounds that fall from Mox’s lips are an intoxicating mix of choked off vowels and Adam’s name. He doesn’t want this to be the last time he hears it.

Mox comes down his throat with a whine that sounds a little like, “Fuckin’ Cowboy,” and the way he twists his fingers in Adam’s hair is so good Adam can’t stand it. He swallows it all down, and lets the moment settle over him as he pulls away and rests his head against Mox’s thigh.

“You should start wearing trunks again,” Adam murmurs, voice wrecked.

Mox’s laugh sounds just as scratchy. “Yeah? I’ll think about it.”

They’re quiet as they wash the night off of themselves, Adam musing that they’re lucky to have been the first match, and Moxley actually washes his hair for him. It’s sweet beyond expectation, and the hunger Adam had felt before has settled into some sort of hope.

When they’re both clean, Adam rests his head in the space where Mox’s neck meets his shoulder, warm and sated and finally calm. Mox wraps an arm around his waist.

“You good, Cowboy?” he murmurs. Adam would swear he presses a kiss to the side of Adam’s head.

Adam nods something in affirmation, unable to resist nuzzling into Mox’s neck. “So good,” he finally can say.”

“Would you, uh,” Mox says, running his fingertips up and down Adam’s side. “Would you want to get coffee or something? After this?”

Adam pulls back, a strange little sunshine bubbling in his chest. “You asking me on a date?”

Mox’s grin is crooked, shy. It’s a little strange under the wound at his eyebrow that’s still slowly leaking blood. “You lick a guy’s blood, suck his dick. I figure a date may not be out of the question.”

Adam laughs – giggles, actually, fuck – and turns to Moxley. “Yeah,” he decides. “Yeah, after the media scrum and everything. Coffee.”

It turns into the two of them watching the Pay Per View together in the locker room while they get stitched up. Then, because Tony made them go, talking shit at the media scrum, and, finally, Adam following Mox back to his hotel room. It feels strangely safe, domestic. A drastic shift from earlier. But, in the morning, after waking up curled around each other and pressing kisses to each other’s stitches, they do get coffee.

#HangMox #I don't even know if I want to tag the characters #in which Sara writes #anxious millennial dreamboat #madly in love with leather daddy jon moxley #wtf i like wrestling now???

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writebackatya · 1 year

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How about a director’s cut for Home for the Holidays? How did you decide on the different kinds of stories you wrote for it? Are there any story ideas for it that you wanted to do but didn’t get to?

Oh my gosh, there are so many stories I didn’t get to finish that didn’t make the cut! But the good news is that I’m not done with Home for the Holidays! will most likely add more stories next December! I might try to get some of these done throughout the year so I can have some ready by December

So I really love the holiday season. And I just really wanted to capture the different wonderful feelings that I get during that time of the year when I do certain things with the people I love

DuckTales has a huge found family with their own found families within that found family and I just figured it’d be fun to highlight that with various holiday things

The first story, When Siblings Reunite! is all about being reunited with your loved ones. To me this had to be the first story in the anthology. One because this is a post-canon story (I love making those) and we all know Donald went on that sea voyage with Daisy and Webby’s two sisters and now I have a reason why they’re here! They’re visiting Home for the Holidays! Hey that’s the name of the fanfic! And I wanted the first story to center around the core family of DuckTales, the McDucks and the Ducks. I myself have a lot of siblings and cousins and I always love those moments when we get together over the holidays and meet up and just start talking with one another. Like a million conversations can happening at once and yet somehow we can all follow along with what everyone is saying. It’s great

The second story, The Gift of the Mad Sci(entist)s! has the work found family, Team Science! I wanted to do a story that involved a Secret Santa and I figured Team Science would be a perfect group to do that with, generic office Christmas party and all!

The third story, It’s All Downhill from Here! was inspired by one of my favorite activities to do with my family on Christmas Day, sledding. Almost every Christmas my family would go to our grandma’s house and if there was enough snow on the ground, my sibs and my cousins would go to this hill at this school near her house where we’d go sledding. I always had fun doing that. I really wanted this one to have all the kids from the show: The Duck boys, Webby and her sisters, Lena and Violet, Gosalyn, and B.O.Y.D. They all deserve to have winter fun

Finally, we got Christmas Rapping! and I gotta be honest, when it comes to karaoke, I rarely like to sing. I don’t mind watching though. Karaoke is a staple for holiday parties and honestly parties in general. But since this is a holiday themed fanfic I decided the song to be sung was my personal favorite Christmas song, Christmas in Hollis by Run DMC (Also the title is a reference to my second favorite Christmas song, Christmas Wrapping by The Waitresses) Picking the two characters to sing it was a no-brainer for me. Della because it’s well established she’s an 80s/90s kid and would totally jam out to that song. Fenton was picked because we never got to hear him sing on the show and I just like to think he’s secretly a really gifted rapper. And we gotta have Dewey’s DJ Daft Duck hosting this thing. And since Della, Fenton, and Dewey are performing this song we might as well put Penumbra, Gandra, and Gosalyn together reacting to everything. They’re fun characters that would totally play off each other well

Cut stories will be after the break:

So many stories. Hopefully I can actually get some of these done this year:

I really wanted to do a Hanukkah related story starring the Mallard family. We saw Launchpad wearing a Hanukkah sweater in the Christmas episode, he’s Jewish. I also headcanon Drake as Jewish. At least I was able to show Gosalyn representing Hanukkah in Christmas Rapping! with her sweater

You know how the first story ended with the two sets of triplets going to frost cookies? Well I thought of doing a story that would be them just frosting and decorating cookies, but I couldn’t start it for some reason

You know how Donald gets into a lot of comedic slapstick in everything he’s ever been in? Especially during those moments when he gets waaaayyy too cocky? Well anyway, one story would involve Donald decking the halls of McDuck Manor; and Della and Louie cannot wait to see what will happen when Donald tells Uncle Scrooge that he will single handedly decorate the house himself since this’ll be the first year he won’t have to worry about any Santa traps

Here’s a fun fact about Home for the Holidays!, I decided that I would write this anthology fic while I was watching the Mystery Science Theater 3000 episode where Joel & the Bots watch Santa Claus Conquers the Martians. Anyway, one story idea I had was one where Louie, Lena, Gosalyn, and Gandra are all watching The Courage of the Cosmos Christmas Special and making fun of the cheesy 80s Christmas TV special. B.O.Y.D. is also there

I had a few heartwarming fluff story ideas that would involve first Christmases with some groups. One of which would be Gyro visiting the Drakes on Christmas Eve. Another would be about Santa’s first visit back to McDuck Manor one year after The Night Santa Stole Christmas! (things might get a little shippy~). And another would be about Gandra spending Christmas Eve with the Cabreras

Back to the funny stuff, one story I REALLY wanna do will star Louie and it’s about him trying to have a quiet Christmas only to be constantly interrupted by Christmas related adventures his family is currently having. This story will have two parts and I cannot wait to write the second part of the story

Lastly, I got a story idea based on entirely on the song by Garfunkel and Oates, aka May and Webby’s voice actors, Present Face:

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In this story will we see many different characters get a case of Present Face

Thanks again for the ask @tokuvivor! I hope you have a Merry Oh My God I Can’t Believe February is Almost Over!

#ask response #home for the holidays!#tokuvivor #writebackatya #ducktales fanfiction

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tryskomys · 2 years

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PSYCHO KILLER

Eddie Munson x OC

Chapter 17 - Moonchild

Summary: While the kids are questioned by the police, the older gang is stuck in the Upside Down. The apocalyptic vibe of the terrifying enviroment forces Maia and Eddie to confront their feelings.

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Notes: woah, this took a while. something about this particular piece of the story was so hard to get through. but here we are! i have 5 more chapters planned, already have the last two written, now we just gotta get there. hopefully you’ll love it, i put my whole gory heart into it. <3 let’s fix this mess!

tw: blood, flirting at inappropriate times, classic upside down vibes and all that comes with it, you know the drill

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Maia gasped for air as they sprinted to hide behind the load of rocks further in the woods. The flock of demobats flew over their heads and they all sighed with relief, taking in their surroundings. She hesitantly traced her fingertips along the decaying stone behind her.

“Are we…where I think we are?” she breathlessly let out and looked at Nancy, who just silently nodded.

Skull Rock.

“Fucking hell…” Maia let out and forcefully rubbed her eyes.

Steve stumbled back and let out a pained grunt. Everyone snapped their heads at him and Nancy immediately scuttled over to him, scanning his wounds. Robin joined her and nervously chattered as Nancy tore off a piece of her blouse and cautiously wrapped it around his torso to stop the blood loss.

Eddie stood a bit further away and tapped his foot, darting between Steve’s bleeding abdomen and Maia’s lip, still gushing red. She kept on wiping it with the hem of her torn off t-shirt, accidentaly flashing Eddie a glimpse of her dirt-smeared stomach.

The delicate black lace that binded her chest peeked out as she lifted the fabric to her face and Eddie’s breath hitched in his throat, cursing himself when the sound made her look at him.

Her distressed eyes somehow snapped him back to the dire reality and she approached him, lifting her trembling fingers to his face to take a dried leaf out of his curls. He let out a shaky sigh, fluttering his eyes closed when her bloody knuckle brushed against his cheek. The contact made her lips twitch, creating a soft smile on her sad features.

She wouldn’t have looked away if she didn’t feel Robin’s presence behind her, which made her turn away from him and walk a few steps back, wiping her chin again.

Robin raised her eyebrows at Maia with a sly grin, but just as their eyes met, the shorter girl immediately snapped her head to the ground, not allowing Robin read her thoughts with her x-ray vision.

Eddie closed his eyes for a few seconds and rubbed his face, then he decided to get a better look around by crawling up on a big stone that stood behind them, eerily mirroring the same stone the two of them were sitting on just a few hours ago.

The green crowns of trees and milky clouds were now replaced by decaying bare branches illuminated by the swirling crimson sky, ocasionally booming with threatening thunder.

“So…this place is like Hawkins but with monsters and nasty shit?”

He turned back to the group, his cautious features framed by wet clumps of curls that looked even darker than usual.

“Pretty much.” Nancy nodded as she helped Steve stand up, holding onto his arm. Eddie started to step down, but she quickly raised her hand warningly.

“Watch out for the vines! It’s all a hive mind.”

“…it’s all a what?” Eddie frowned in confusion, cursing under his breath when Steve explained.

Robin’s idea to go to the police station for weapons caught Maia’s attention as she extended her hand to Eddie and he clasped it, bracing against it when he jumped down from the stone.

“We don’t have to go all the way downtown for guns. I have guns in my bedroom.” Nancy stated and looked around, radiating a fearless aura. Eddie raised his eyebrows.

“You, Nancy Wheeler, have guns…plural…in your bedroom?” he questioned, staring at her incredulously. Robin nervously giggled.

“Full of surprises, isn’t she?”

“A Russian Makarov and a revolver.” Nancy shook her head, annoyed at Eddie’s mocking disbelief. Steve chuckled.

“Yeah, you almost shot me with that one.” he silently mused, his lips curling into a grin when Nancy smirked.

“You almost deserved it.” she playfully responded and Maia bit her cheek to stop herself from smiling, wiggling her eyebrows at Robin.

Eddie swiftly took off his denim vest and Maia saw a flash of blue with the corner of her eye, snapping her head at Eddie when it went flying in Steve’s face.

“For your modesty, dude.” Eddie bitterly muttered and Steve frowned, annoyed by the metalhead’s hostility.

Suddenly, the ground started shaking under their feet, the whole place rattling and booming.

Eddie instinctively grabbed Maia around the waist as they were falling down and extended his other arm to Robin, who held onto it as she crumbled down next to them. She hugged Robin closer and Eddie squeezed Maia into his chest, his eyes wide as he watched Steve and Nancy struggle to stay on their feet, holding onto each other. When the shaking stopped, they all took a moment to look around and process what just happened.

Then they heard something in the distance, screeching coming from multiple sides surrounding the stones.

“So guns seem like a pretty good idea to me.” Eddie muttered and sharply exhaled, checking if Maia and Robin are okay. Robin squeaked in agreement and sat up, rubbing her arm that hit the ground first.

Eddie stood up first and extended his hands to the girls, helping them up. Maia dusted off the dirt on her hands and wiped the fresh blood on her chin with the back of her hand. Nancy was first in line, leading them to what was supposed to be her home, followed by the others.

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Maia and Eddie walked a bit faster than Steve and Robin. With all the running they had to do in the past week, it just came natural to move as fast as they could to get out of this bullshit.

“You didn’t have to throw the vest so hard, Edward. You almost hit Nancy in the face.” Maia shook her head, stomping to gain some more balance on the uneven ground. She nudged Eddie with her elbow, making him stumble.

“Are you that jealous?”

He gasped.

“What? W-Why would I be jealous?” he hissed at her and pushed her back, shaking his head. She giggled.

“Well, you tell me! He’s a heartbreaker, isn’t he? Is that it? Or is it because you had a crush on Nancy a few years back?”

That made Eddie choke on his saliva.

“I didn’t know the wound was still so fresh, Munson. You surprise me every day.” she raised her eyebrows and turned around, walking backwards as her amused expression faced him. He chuckled.

“Okay, I never had a crush on Nancy. Where did you even-“

“A little birdie told me.” she grinned widely, still looking at him.

In reality she just deduced it. He was always pretty hostile towards Steve, who was, frankly, an asshole for a big portion of their school years. The freaks certainly didn’t escape the humiliation tactics of Tommy H. and the rest of his friend group. And Nancy was a beautiful girl, always was, even in middle school. Her and Maia were close friends at the time and Maia just sometimes caught Eddie staring at the two of them when they were talking in the hallways.

“Well, little birdie didn’t know shit. Wheeler? Like, Nancy Wheeler? Suburban good girls aren’t really my type.” he snorted with laughter and shook his head, carefully darting between her face and the ground to make sure she doesn’t walk into anything. She tutted at him.

“I mean, we’ve known each other for, what, eight years? And I still have no idea what your type is. You’re too unpredictable.” she mused and wiped her bloody chin again, her cheeks filling with red when Eddie’s gaze flickered down at her abdomen for a few seconds.

She cleared her throat and folded her arms, still carefully walking in front of him. He narrowed his eyes at her.

“My type? I feel like I’m too predictable to be honest.”

“Not really…enlighten me.” she nodded towards Eddie and grinned, glancing over his shoulder to see Steve and Robin chatting about something. He shrugged and sharply exhaled.

“Uh, you know…just your typical freak shit, elfs, nymphs,…halflings.” he muttered and she stumbled a bit, the blood filling her face made her dizzy for a second. He took two quick steps and caught her, his grip firm on her arms. Their eyes met and she chuckled, hesitantly moving her feet to set off in Nancy’s footsteps again.

“Well, Munson, hate to break it to you, but those are quite hard to come by these days.” she softly nudged him again as they walked next to each other. He hummed.

“Lucky me, then.” he whispered and reached out to ruffle her hair. Her lips curled into a wide grin and she winced as it stung, wiping away the fresh drops of blood that dripped down her chin.

“Wait, are you implying that I am not a good girl?” she teased, putting her palm on her chest to seem offended. He silently snickered, the dark surroundings making his dimples seem even deeper.

“Well, you are pretty defiant. You break the club rules and smart-mouth your dungeon master.”

She soundlessly gasped, his slick words sending a jolt through her stomach. They seeped into her brain and pushed out the distress.

“But other than that…you’re good when I need you to be, I’ll give you that.” he muttered, realizing he’s making himself blush with the boldness of his own words. She cleared her throat, unsure how to one-up his comments.

“All you gotta do is ask nicely, Munson. I only respond to reward-based motivation.” she shrugged and looked at him, meeting his enamored gaze. He breathlessly chuckled and nodded, averting his eyes back to the alien soil under his feet.

“‘Kay, I’ll make sure to remember that next time I cuff you.”

Next time.

The words bitterly sobered them from their sweet delusion, plaguing their minds with the realization that there might not be a next time. Right now, they were stuck in a place where even the twigs on the ground might attempt to strangle them. And back home isn’t much better, the demobats are manifested as rednecks with pitchforks looking for the slightest glimpse of their worn out clothes.

The sudden silence between them was filled out with ominous thunder and squelching noises all around them, the silent unintelligible rambling of Robin and the crunching of the decaying matter they were walking on. Eddie cleared his throat after a few minutes, carefully peeking at Maia as she dabbed the fabric of her collar on her lip.

“You know, uh, I meant what I said in the boathouse. Every word.”

Maia snapped her head at him, watching his dirty curls bounce as he stared straight in front of him.

“I mean, I love running away with you. But once all of this is over, we could…stop running, you know? Maybe get a place somewhere, get our own trailer after we graduate. I could finally stop selling shit and work full time at Tatcher’s, you’d still work at the shop, we’d manage somehow, I’m sure…or we could still run, you know? It’s up to you, we could run wherever you want.”

Eddie’s nervous rambling was punctuated by finally looking into her eyes. They mirrored his worry, his desparation, his desires. He stumbled a bit closer to her, just enough for their shoulders to touch.

“If we survive this, I’ll never leave your side.” he whispered, repeating his words from the day they left the shed.

He ghosted his ringed index finger over the back of her hand. Maia’s heart was thumping in her throat as she gradually gained confidence to slowly intertwine their fingers.

His hands were freezing cold and calloused, hardened by years of strumming and working on cars. Yet they felt like soft clouds to her, melting her anxiety into a warm wave crashing through her tired limbs. Her petite hand fit in his perfectly, like a two-piece jigsaw puzzle that was always meant to be completed this way. Their sad gazes exchanged the wordless message of mutual understanding.

“I’ll go wherever you take me, Eddie.” she softly whispered and pressed a gentle kiss on the corner of his lips.

It left a drop of blood behind so she reached out and wiped it with her thumb, putting a loose strand of hair behind his ear as she lowered her hand. He just silently nodded and let out a shaky breath.

A loud boom of thunder made them both jump and drop each other’s hands. The sky was fuming, for this was no place for tenderness. Robin jogged past them, joining Nancy in the front. Maia nudged Eddie and nodded towards Steve.

“How about you go talk to him? He’s not the same asshole he was back then. Please.”

Eddie whined and shook his head, slumping his shoulders like a little kid. She raised her eyebrows at him and nodded again, walking a bit faster to join the girls in the front. She gave him small thumbs up and a soft smile before turning her back on him and skipping a few steps to catch up with Nancy and Robin.

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Nancy was just telling Robin the story of how she threatened to shoot Steve during their first fight with the demogorgon when Maia joined them. She was so silent they haven’t noticed her at first, it was only after she giggled at Nancy’s depiction of Steve freaking out that they realized she’s with them.

“Oh, look who’s here!” Robin mused and threw her arm around Maia.

“Yeah, I wanted to give the boys some space to talk so Eddie would stop being an asshole.” she chuckled, scanning Nancy’s determined face.

“How close are we?”

“About five minutes, hopefully.” she shook her head, raising her eyebrows.

“Are you going to explain to us why Eddie Munson threw his lips on you while your nose and busted lip were gushing red?” she narrowed her eyes at Maia and Robin scrunched her nose in disgust.

“Bleugh, I told you he was into weird shit.” she pinched Maia’s sides to tickle her and giggled.

“Are we seriously talking about this right now? In a murderous alternate dimension?” Maia slapped Robin’s hands away, mindlessly wiping her lip even though it had already stopped bleeding. Her cheeks were bright red, visible even in the monotone darkness of the forest.

“Okay, holding hands with Eddie the Freak in an alternate dimension is fine, but questions about unhygienic smooching from your girlfriends? That’s where you draw a line.” Robin raised a stern finger and Nancy chortled, shaking her head. Maia mocked her laughter and nudged her quite harshly.

“Nance, I wouldn’t laugh if I were you, we all saw you salivating over shirtless Harrington spitting out blood, you’re not fooling anyone.”

“Um, no, actually no one saw that because we were all busy staring at two freaks exchanging bodily fluids after you desintegrated a demonic alien bat that tried to choke you. Grilling Nancy isn’t on the agenda right now.” Robin shook her head furiously and Nancy raised her eyebrows again, blushing slightly at the mention of Steve. Maia groaned.

“Fucking hell, Robin. We kissed, okay? We kissed and it felt good and I loved it and I wanna do it again. Is that what you want to hear?” she snapped at her, folding her arms in annoyance.

“Um, actually yes, that is what I wanted to hear.” Robin chuckled and looked at Nancy, who was biting her cheeks to hide her smirk.

“It’s so romantic, though. Stuck in an apocalyptic world that’s actively trying to kill you, on the run from pitchforks, death row hanging over your heads-“

“Thanks, Robin. You really know how to sell your point.” Maia rolled her eyes and Nancy snorted with laughter, breaking her façade.

“-and that’s when you both finally break. A little extreme to wait until you become serial killers, not gonna lie, but better late than never.” she finished with a big grin on her face, ruffling Maia’s hair. She slapped Robin’s hand away again, making her giggle.

“And Nancy still doesn’t know that he handcuffed you to a chair to punish you.”

“Wh-what?!” Nancy choked on her breath and snapped her head at Maia, who’s eyes were wide open as she slapped the back of Robin’s head.

“Does it really surprise you, Nance?” she whispered with a shrug and when Nancy was just about to respond, everything around them started shaking again.

Maia lost her balance and fell to her knees, grabbing onto a tree next to her. Robin fell down too, bracing against a big rock, mumbling about hating earthquakes. Nancy, though, suddenly started running towards something. Both Maia and Robin yelled after her, chasing her when the ground stabilized. When they found her, she was staring into the distance, fear and pain painted across her features.

The Wheelers house.

Corrupted, covered in decaying slimy vines, falling apart. The guys caught up with them, cautiously scanning the scene in front of them. Nancy’s breath shivered.

“Come on.” she breathlessly whispered and none of them said a word again.

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When they entered the house, Maia’s heart dropped into her stomach. The place was identical to the Wheeler house. It seemed to be.

But it was plagued by the never ending vines that didn’t seem to grow from anywhere in particular, the walls were peeling and mouldy, air filled with the floating particles that seemed to be everywhere in this godforsaken world. The whole house seemed to be…throbbing. Pulsing. Like a big sentient organism parasitizing on everything around it.

“Might be time to get a maid, Wheeler.” Robin peeped as she was looking around, her hands shaking. Nancy closed her eyes for a second and her breath shivered.

“Come on, I don’t want to stay here longer than we have to.” she sighed and walked up the stairs, followed by the rest of them. Maia walked behind Steve, but he suddenly stopped, snapping his head towards the kitchen.

“What’s wrong? Steve?” Maia nudged him but his eyes widened as he pointed the flashlight into the room.

“Am I crazy or can you hear it too?” he whispered and raised his hand, shushing her when she was about to speak. She tried to listen closer, but there was nothing. Until…whispers that were barely there softly echoed through the room, originating in the kitchen. They exchanged a confused look and jogged down the stairs.

Maia took out her pocket knife and flicked it open as Steve stood in front of her, shielding her with his arm. They cautiously entered the kitchen and the whispers grew louder, eerily carried through the air, as if the particles around them eminated the noise. Maia realised they weren’t whispers, it was like a normal conversation, only coming through some kind of a sound barrier.

“What the fuck?” she whispered under her breath as they slowly creeped through the kitchen, Steve squeezing her closer at the slightest noise of movement. The next few words echoed a bit louder, this time it was clearly a girl’s voice. The response that followed made Maia’s throat tighten. The diction, the choice of words, the lisp. She stared at Steve in shock and it took him a few seconds before his face twisted into the same grimace, realizing what was happening.

“DUSTIN!” they both screamed in unison, mumbling their young friend’s name as the gang ran down the stairs, terrified of what’s going on down there. They found the two of them stumbling around the kitchen in a weird reversed embrace, waving the knife and the flashlight in front of them, checking every nook of the room. When Steve pointed the light at them, they all squinted, their faces confused and worried.

“It’s Dustin, he’s here!” Maia threw her arms around with deranged eyes, flickering between the walls and her friends.

“Henderson, he’s here…that little shit, he’s here, in the walls or something, listen.” Steve rambled and shushed everyone, but suddenly there was nothing to hear. He looked at Maia, who shook her head and looked around again.

“Dustin!” Steve screamed again and they continued their franatic search, hoping to provoke some more echoes. The rest of the gang stood in shock, but after listening in for a few moments, they realized they could hear him too. They joined in with the screams and the searching.

“Will found a way.” Nancy suddenly mumbled, making everyone turn at her.

“He found a way to speak to Joyce through lights!” she continued as she ran around the place, trying switches to see if anything works.

“Guys?”

Steve’s voice echoed through the kitchen as he pointed the flashlight at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Maia joined him, staring at the object with morbid curiosity.

“You seeing this?”

The chandelier was softly pulsing with warm orange light, glowing with ethereal sparkles of energy that were fluttering around the lightbulbs.

She carefully approached it, slowly raising her fingers towards the light. As soon as her skin touched the sparkles, they seemed to light up even more, following her movement as she waved her hand through it. It felt like a feather tickling her fingertips, sending the sensation through her arm as it pulsed out more light. The rest of the group followed her footsteps, reaching into the light one by one.

“It…tickles.” Steve whispered, face scrunched in confusion and awe.

“It kinda feels good.” Robin softly chuckled and Eddie nodded, smiling widely. He looked at Maia, who’s eyes were still glued to the chandelier, the sparkles mirrored in her big eyes.

“Does anyone know morse code?” Nancy questioned, but her idea wasn’t met with much answers. Maia just slowly shook her head, cursing herself that she never listened to her dad when he tried to teach her his scout skills.

“Um, does S.O.S. count? Is that good?” Eddie muttered and looked around as everyone turned at him. Robin shook her slowly at the dumbness of his question and Maia raised an eyebrow, slowly nodding as she narrowed her eyes.

“‘Kay…here goes nothing.” he mumbled as he reached up again, carefully tapping in rhythm.

Dot, dot, dot. Dash, dash, dash. Dot, dot, dot.

He stuck his tounge out as he tapped, his face frowned in concentration.

“Guys?”

Dustin’s muted voice echoed through the kitchen and they all sighed with relief as they raised their hands to the light, waving them around to create a big pulse. There was silence for a few moments before Dustin spoke again.

“Go to Nancy’s room and wait at the bed! I won’t repeat myself!”

“What?” Steve yelled into the air but didn’t get an answer.

・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● ●・○・●・

They entered Nancy’s room and sat around the bed, waiting.

“Come on, come on…” Steve muttered while holding the light to the bed, confused about what Dustin’s plan is. Suddenly, the middle of the bed softly luminesced.

Nancy reached out and waved her hand through the golden sparkles again, creating a beautiful glowing cloud that followed her fingers. Maia breathlessly chuckled, peeking at Eddie. His face was illuminated by the soft red light as the alien sparkles of energy flickered in his brown gaze, staring curiously at the beautiful strange thing in front of him. Dustin and Erica’s delighted chortles carried through the air as Nancy swirled her hand in the air.

“We’re not moving it, but we’re gonna unplug it, stand by.” Dustin exclaimed and the orange light dissapeared.

“Try it now!”

Maia rubbed Nancy’s back to encourage her as they all held their breaths in anticipation. Nancy sighed and took a second to think of what to say. She reached out her delicate index finger and moved it through the air as it sparkled again.

“That worked!” Dustin’s voice carried through the walls and they all rejoiced, cheering as they could finally breathe out.

“Hi!” Eddie exclaimed, throwing his arm around Maia to pull her closer to him in excitement. She took Robin’s hand, squeezing it. A shivering breath escaped Nancy’s lips and she continued.

STUCK

“Yes, yes we are.” Robin whispered, nodding her head excitedly.

“You can’t get back through Watergate?” Dustin echoed again.

“What the hell’s Watergate?” Nancy scrunched her nose in confusion, shaking her head at the kid’s continuous antics.

“Cause it’s in water and it’s a gate.” Robin shook her head, shrugging.

“Oh, that’s cute.” Eddie mumbled and tilted his head. Nancy rolled her eyes and sighed.

GUARDED

“Okay, Watergate’s guarded?”

“Perfect. Yes.” Steve mumbled as Eddie clapped into the light.

“We think Watergate isn’t the only gate. There’s a gate at every murder site.” Dustin explained.

“Does anybody understand what he’s talking about?” Nancy’s curls bounced around as she shrugged and everyone shook their heads, confused by Dustin’s statement.

“Seriously? How many times do I have to be right on the money before you guys just trust me?!” he screamed into the void and Maia gasped, frowning at Dustin’s audacity.

“Jesus Christ, this kid’s gotta get his ego in check.” Steve muttered and shook his head.

“It’s his tone, right?” Eddie chimed in, narrowing his eyes. Nancy was slowly but surely losing patience and she closed her eyes for a few seconds to compose herself.

“Okay, uh, so how far is your trailer?” she turned at Eddie, who sighed.

“Seven miles.”

Maia pinched the bridge of her nose, sitting back on her heels and shaking her head.

Robin had an idea, though.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫

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presidentbungus · 2 years

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the long-awaited(?) second third of this

Engie flicks some switch on the dashboard, and the sunroof opens, and Scout wonders how dislocated his bones might get if he calls it quits and jumps out onto the highway. “Scout,” Engie says, and Scout hisses deep through his teeth. “Look, the van ain’t that far. You just gotta get on top, an’ get in, and stop it.”

“I didn’t—I didn’t concede to this—“

“Consent."

“Whatever! I’m not doing it. Find someone else.”

Demo’s still rubbing the blood back into his arms. “You’re the only one who’ll fit through the sunroof, lad.”

“Sniper’s a freakin’ stick. Sniper’ll fit. It’s his van, make him go.”

Everyone looks at Sniper (who bares his teeth like a dog), and then looks back at Scout, and then Engie says: “Sniper ain’t flexible, son. He’d fall off the car in two seconds flat.”

Sniper seems like he takes issue with this, but he doesn’t say anything about it.

“So? It’s his van.”

“And it’ll be all of our problem if anything happens to it.” Sniper nods to this. “Look, Scout, we need ya. We do. And Sniper’ll owe you big.”

“You know what? Screw you guys.”

Scout clambers out of his seat, stepping onto the middle console, hoisting himself up out of the car. A burst of wind hits him and he’s not far enough out that it knocks him back but it startles him to hell. For a little while he just sits there, and doesn’t move, and can’t move, and then Demo squeezes his knee and starts to do that weird thing where he wiggles your kneecap around and it feels really weird and then Scout habitually leaps the rest of the way out of the car and hopefully kicks him in the process.

This is a very, very bad idea. He lurches down until his feet hit the hood and he braces his legs against the windshield, and he hears a faint voice in the wind—go down—so he pushes himself till his back is against the window and his feet dangle in front of the car.

Okay. Awesome. Now what? He looks back and Engie gives him a thumbs-up for no apparent reason and Demo’s already asleep somehow, and then he looks at the window on the back and it’s not that far away.

He can do this. He thinks of his ma or something, and realizes that’s stupid so instead he just thinks about getting back inside a car however he can. There’s the ladder wrapping round back the van—he might be able to grab it, if he’s careful…

He’s made jumps across… long things, before, probably. This can’t be that hard. He tries to peel himself from the windshield and finds absolute freakin’ resistance, so he reaches forward and grips the edge of the grill and tries to pull himself that way—and for just a moment everything goes white as he almost pulls too hard an’ goes spilling onto the pavement, but he realizes eventually he’s got hands on the ladder and he’s hanging almost in the air but he got it. He made it.

Something shatters above him an’ he almost falls off but—he stays on, because he’s a freakin’ professional, or something like that. Soldier’s fist sticks out of the window above him. Then Soldier’s head. Glass shards hit Scout’s pants. Solly’s grinning. Scout’s not remotely sure how his helmet’s still staying on.

“Is this a scheme?” Soldier says, somewhere in that weird halfway zone between really pissed off and just really enjoying himself. “I smell schemes like a bomb dog. Or a cat. Or a raccoon!”

Scout doubts this, but he can’t really say anything anyway in his position so he just clears his throat and half-shrugs and hopes something gets across.

“Raccoons are perfectly feasible substitutes for bomb-sniffing animals,” Soldier says, sounding a little teary, and then he stops talking after this for a very long time and is probably expecting a response.

“… Yes,” Scout says. “I… agree. Could I, um…” Man is this the worst. “Could you stop? Please?”

“Stop what? We’re stopping the communists.”

“Awesome.” Scout looks down at the ground and then looks up when he starts finding it hard to contain the contents of his stomach. “Stop the van. So I can get into the van.”

Here he lights up—like this is the best freakin’ thing he’s heard all day. “You… want to… join my platoon?”

There’s some kinda noise behind Scout but if they need something from him at this point they’ve lost out. He doesn’t bother to look back. “Yes. I want to join your freakin’ platoon. Stop the van.”

“Is this a—“

“It’s not a freakin’ scheme, Solly.”

Somebody behind him says ‘Scout’, maybe.

“Very well then,” he says, “I will be back momentarily.”

“Great.” Scout tries to pull the rest of his body onto the ladder but his legs don’t move from stretched across the hood of the car, so maybe he’ll put a damper on that now.

“Scout, ravine!” They’re still yelling. Engie’s slamming on the front of the window. “Hurry up, Scout!”

“What?” He can’t really look back, but he guesses it doesn’t really matter. “What’re you—“

“The bloody cliff, lad,” Demo says, and Scout cranes his neck around the side of the van, maybe the green was ravine, and the road continues for a little bit in front of them and then is not there anymore.

That is not the horizon that is a cliff and they are coming up on it very fast and the entire world tilts for a second as Scout realizes his feet are on the bottom rung of the ladder—and he dares to take a glance behind him for just a second, pretty sure the screaming he’s hearing is his own, and—

“You ASSHOLES!” The truck’s stopped, they stopped it while he was half fucking hanging off of it, Engie’s mournfully stepping out of it, and the van is still very much going what the goddamn hell is Solly doing in there, and Scout knows he’s gonna die. This is it. Those douchebags abandoned him and now he’s gonna fall and die and it’s all their fault and he manages to force his hand off of the first rung, move it to the next one, pull himself up—almost just his body moving on its own, but he looks up at the window and realizes he can probably squeeze through it if he got up there. His entire body’s on fire. One hand after another. And after a little bit he reaches up and finds it flattens out, there's no more ladder, and he reaches to the side and finds the windowsill and grips it. There is still glass on it. It's too late to pull his hand back. Ow.

Cranes his neck over, swallows, and realizing there is no way in hell he is going to fit through that tiny little box.

Looks through the window, sees Pyro sitting on the table pressing the buttons on a saxophone, and up near the driver's seat--well, not only does Solly seem to be completely covered head-to-toe in peanut butter, that must be all the brown stuff smeared everywhere, but he's also completely fucking buck naked, except for the slightly brown-stained helmet swinging on his head.

Great. So awesome. Scout watches him yell something at Pyro, and Pyro looks right at Scout through the window and yells back, and Scout is going to fucking die, and Solly crouches down by the pedals and reaches out and Scout screams as everything suddenly flips sideways.

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Nightwing's Log, Night 15

Hell. Oswald's in trouble. And we can't just leave him dangling; he did give us his help. Eventually. Besides, at this point it's about the principle of standing against the Court as much as it is balancing the scales. Let's take care of this.

Jesus. The Iceberg Lounge is a wreck. But I can hear Cobblepot's voice, so he's still alive at least.

...goddammit. That bastard set me up. I found him pinned to the wall. If he'd told me about the gas mechanism behind him I might have been able to get us both out, but no. What kind of deal did he cut to turn me over to the Court. And where the hell am I. That gas hasn't fully worn off yet, the world keeps wavering. But they didn't take my weapons and I'm not tied down...that's something, at least. I hope.

My AR isn't working. Broken? Or shielded? What is this place? I'm feeling a little steadier now I'm moving, maybe that gas is wearing off, but that doesn't help me if I can't find a way out. Hopefully this log is still recording, though I don't guess it'll do anyone a whole lot of good if I stay stuck in here. Comms are blocked. Again. And I can't figure out what those things on the wall are. I've got a bad feeling about

...okay. So that was a trap, but here I am back where I started. That doesn't make sense. So let's think about this. Triggered a trap, woke up back at the beginning. Is this place even real? What did that gas do to me?

That picture wasn't there before. I know it wasn't. But that's the trap that got me, and that's me, getting got. What the hell...? Come on, Dick, stay calm and focus here. Even if this place isn't real, you have no idea how to break out of it yet. Only option is to keep moving. If that trap is still there I'll just have to find a way past it.

It's still there. So that hasn't changed, at least. Okay, let's try this...

That worked. Was that Kane's voice? So I am being watched. Fine. Let him watch. But like hell I'm going to give up here.

Wait, was that-...?

Are there Talons in here with me? I think I preferred the creepy voice-overs, thanks.

Okay...a maze of death. I can do this...slow and steady, look at the floor. Unscorched stone should be safe. Should be. But there's two paths from here, and I don't know which one to take. Guess we'll start with the left one. Might as well, since nothing else about this place is right. Ha.

Die here? The hell I will. And even if I do I won't be forgotten. But go ahead and keep underestimating me, Kane. I'll beat this place yet.

Okay, dead end this way...oh, there's gotta be a better way to say that in here. Time to double back and take the other path.

Wait a minute. That wasn't there before. It was fire jets, not a blender. And there's no sign of the other path; there's two new ones instead. How fast does this place change around me? How is it changing? I didn't even hear anything, and in a place like this sound carries. This has to be some kind of illusion. What was in that gas they hit me with...?

Deep breath, Dick. Stay focused. Let's go left again, see if it goes nowhere again.

Wait. That was. Bruce? But...no, don't get distracted. Distraction in here means death. Stay focused, Nightwing. Keep moving.

Well, the left path led somewhere this time. A seating area and a badly out-of-tune record player. And two new paths. Left again; best way to get out of a maze is just to pick one wall and keep following it.

That's...that is not okay. Breathe, keep breathing, whatever this is it's not real, it can't be real, there's no way. That's definitely not me lying on the ground like a discarded ragdoll. Keep moving, just keep moving....

And the body just disappeared. Like this place wasn't spooky enough. But at least that proves it's just an illusion.

Somehow that really doesn't make me feel better.

Stop using his voice.

Wha-...are those mummies? Oh god...there really is no way to tell what's real and what's not. Has to be the gas still, doesn't it? There's mist in here, maybe they're piping the stuff in, I don't know. But panic isn't going to help, I've got to stay calm. It's the only way I'll get out of here.

Stop using his voice.

What the hell is that?

Another mimic of me? This time with a Court mask on, as if that would ever happen. Fuck off, Kane. I'm going to get through this, and I'm going to take you down.

Stop. Using. His voice. Bruce would never use anyone as cannon fodder.

Oh no. Okay. I've faced this once before, I can do it again, right? They died a long time ago, this isn't real, it's just this place screwing with my head. Kane screwing with my head. He knows who I am, knows my history. He's trying to shake me, that's all. Trying to break me. It won't work. I won't let it. I can't.

What...? No...no, that's not...no, come on, have to focus. Keep moving, Dick!

No, that's not-...goddammit, stop using his voice!

Thank god, a doo-...oh *hell* no. I'm getting out of here, moving doors or no.

Finally. So, now where am I? Apart from some room with a huge owl lamp? My AR still isn't working, though...interference of some kind? Or is this still part of the illusion maze?

Looks like it. But I got through the puzzle room, so let's keep going. Only way out is through. Air's cleaner now, though; guess I was right about the gas. My head's killing me, but at least it's clear. Onward.

...that looks suspiciously like the room I woke up in. Call me paranoid, but I don't trust it.

Okay good, there's a path around. How big is this place, anyway?

Okay, since when did Talons talk? Is this one of the new ones? The ones made with living subjects? It was bigger than the others, too. But slower. and probably hit harder, not that I offered a chance to find out. Even that thing couldn't survive a statue on its head, though. Through the wall we go, hopefully this is a way out.

Holy Labyrinth, the rooms were moving. How long ago was all this even built?

My AR's working again! must have been interference or shielding. There's no telling how far underground I am, and I'm surrounded by what looks like concrete. Okay, let's see what we can find. There's got to be an exit somewhere.

Sometimes it's nice to go out with a bang. And maybe that'll make it harder for them to use their labyrinth for a while.

Oh that water's cold...but hopefully it'll lead me out of here.

Found their lab, at least. And what looks like their chief scientist. Handy.

They are using living people, jesus. And volunteers? Who would volunteer for this? Actually I'm probably better off not knowing. The scary part is how many there are already...even the League would be hard pressed to fight them off. If they get loose, Gotham's done for. I've got to get back to the Belfry...

Well that wasn't the way out. But Kane's planning on releasing all those Talons tonight? I've got to stop it.

That should do it. Hard to overrun Gotham when you're frozen solid. It won't stop them forever, probably, but it'll buy us a day or two at least. Time to go home.

Thank god.

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