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dweetwise · 1 year

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[Riconti] What happens in Vegas... (part 2)

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With no money and no phone, Felix had little options but to do the walk of shame down the Strip.

The sunlight was unforgiving and Felix could scarcely believe it was only April from how much he was already sweating. He passed a group of tourists and actually envied the tacky Hawaiian shirts and cheap sunglasses they wore.

Felix squinted at his surroundings and tried to mentally map out his location. Everything looked unfamiliar: he had no recollection of coming to this part of the city the night before. There seemed to be a mall and some sort of pancake diner across the street from the hotel Felix had woken up in, along with a wedding chapel tucked between them.

Felix's gut churned unpleasantly at the sight of the neon cross of the chapel. The reminder that he could have fucked up even more was enough to propel his aching feet forward on the sidewalk.

–

Thankfully, after half an hour of blinding sunlight, annoying crowds and horrible traffic noises, the buildings started to look vaguely familiar and Felix was able to locate the hotel he and some of the other survivors were staying at.

It was a relief to get out of the sun and into the air-conditioned lobby. Felix immediately headed for the elevators—

Oh, right. His keycard had been lost along with his wallet.

For a moment, Felix merely stood and stared down at the tacky carpet of the hotel lobby while having a silent crisis. What was he supposed to do now? He couldn't access his room or any of his friends' floors without a keycard. Calling anyone was out of the question without his phone, and even if he convinced the receptionist to call Élodie's room, she'd most likely already be up and about at this hour.

"Man, you look like shit," a familiar voice said from behind him.

Felix whipped around and saw a familiar red ponytail and shit-eating grin. "Meg!"

"Sup," Meg said. She wiped her brow, and Felix noticed she was in running clothes and her face was red from exertion.

In all the years they had known each other, Felix had never so much as patted Meg on the back, but for a second, he wanted to hug her tight and break down crying just because he was no longer alone.

"You okay?" Meg looked him up and down. Then, she seemed to perk up and actually smirked. "Ooh. Good night?"

"No, I, ahm," Felix stammered. "I've… lost my phone. Have you seen Élodie?"

"Not yet, but we're all supposed to meet up here in the lobby in half an hour," Meg said. "Most of them are probably getting breakfast. I woke up at eight and ate alone."

Meg jerked her thumb to point at an archway with the sign Breakfast 8 am – 1 pm beside it.

"Hope you find your phone," she said. "I'm gonna go shower, see you soon!"

With that, Meg was already jogging towards the stairs and Felix resisted the urge to call out after her. Instead, he headed for the breakfast area.

"Room number?" a waiter behind the counter asked.

"Ah." Felix tried to think back to yesterday, when they'd just arrived from the airport, long before there had been any alcohol in play. "Room 608."

"Thank you. Enjoy your meal!"

Felix powered forward and ignored the large selection of foods in favor of scanning the room. The smells and noise were making his head pound, and the god-awful desert sun was back, streaming in from the massive windows—

There! Fluffy dark curls caught his eye and Felix stumbled towards Élodie's table, nearly knocking over a stray chair in his haste.

He found Élodie seated with Kate and Mikaela, the trio in the middle of enjoying their breakfasts.

Kate was the first to notice him. "Felix!" she beamed up at him and pulled out a chair. "You made it!"

Élodie instantly turned to face him. "Oh, thank god," she sighed. "Would it kill you to answer your texts, monsieur? I've been trying to reach you all morning."

"I, ähm," Felix said. He looked at the women and considered how much to share: Élodie was like family, and Felix had never known Kate or Mikaela to judge. "I lost my phone," he settled on.

"Oh, that sucks," Mikaela said. "At the restaurant? We can swing by there today, see if they've got it."

"Actually." Felix swallowed. "I also…"

The shame was back and Felix felt his throat closing up. What would his friends say if he admitted just how badly he'd messed up?

"Felix?" Élodie prompted, her brow pinched with worry.

"I don't remember anything," left Felix in a rush.

"Aww, hun." Kate smiled. "It's okay. I don't remember getting to the hotel either—apparently, Adam had to half-carry me."

"He didn't seem to mind, though," Mikaela said with a knowing smile.

Kate's cheeks pinked and she giggled. "Oh, shush."

"Hey," Élodie said, leaning closer to Felix while Mikaela kept teasing Kate about her knight-in-shining-trenchcoat. "What do you mean you don't remember?"

Felix took a shaky breath. "I woke up alone in another hotel and had clearly had sex with some woman I don't even remember. She also stole my phone and wallet," he confessed in German, so as not to alert the other two.

Élodie gasped. Her German wasn't perfect, Felix knew, but she was fluent enough to surely have gotten most of it.

"What!?" Élodie whispered.

"I don't remember anything after we got to the restaurant last night," Felix said. "I don't know who she was or where I even met her, and now I’m worried that she'll use my money and ID and I'll have to explain to everyone that I slept with a stripper and—"

Felix choked on his sentence and looked down at the tablecloth, trying to will his hands to stop trembling in his lap.

"Hey, Kate," Mikaela said after the whole table had gone silent. "Why don't we go grab some of those muffins you were eyeing earlier?"

"Great idea!" Kate said, pushing up from her seat rather vigorously and making her chair screech against the tiled floor. "You guys want anything?"

"No, thank you," Élodie said while Felix simply shook his head.

Kate and Mikaela left for the buffet and Élodie wasted no time to scoot her chair closer and fully turn to face Felix.

"Felix." She placed a hand over his still-trembling fist. "What happened? How can you not remember? You didn't even have that much to drink—"

"I've been sober for six months," Felix said, still in German so nobody would overhear. "Well. I was until last night."

"Oh, mon lapin," Élodie sighed. Her hand squeezed his. "You didn't tell me you were struggling."

"I was ashamed," Felix admitted. "But now I have even more to be ashamed of."

"It's okay," Élodie said. "Everything will be okay. I'll help you fix this; we just have to find out what you were doing last night to end up at that hotel. And I'll call the police—"

"No!" Felix said. "No, please, no police—not yet. I can't handle the thought of…of this getting out. My work—"

"Okay, okay, no police. But we do have to notify your credit card company," she said. "I won't let some pathetic pickpocket spend all your money."

Felix nodded in resignation, but at least he was no longer shaking. Élodie seemed sure that they would figure everything out and her confidence was contagious.

"Thank you," Felix said.

"Anytime." Élodie straightened back into her own seat and winked. "I'm no stranger to getting you out of trouble, after all."

Felix managed a small smile. Maybe this wasn't so different to their teenage years, when one of them would drag the other into something colossally stupid and then they’d bicker about who would tell their parents.

"We're back!" Kate announced, setting a large plate of different muffins onto the table.

Élodie eyed the generous portion with clear skepticism. "And you’re going to eat all of that?"

"Well, I figured you guys might want some after all!" Kate protested.

"Hey." Mikaela came up beside Felix and—somewhat stiffly—laid a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry you're not doing so hot. Is there anything we can do to help?"

Felix glanced at Élodie for guidance, but she merely shrugged and reached for a muffin.

"I lost both my phone and wallet last night," Felix confessed. "And I really don't remember anything."

"Really? Nothing?" Mikaela asked.

"I remember placing my order at the restaurant," Felix said. Then, he shot Kate a half-smile. "I still owe you that dance, too."

"But… we danced at the restaurant," Kate said. "There was a band and when I joked about it, you just laughed and said might as well…" At Felix's blank stare, her eyes went wide. "Wow, you really don't remember."

Felix winced. "No. Sorry."

“We have to retrace his steps from last night,” Élodie said. “Maybe we’ll jog a memory or at least find more clues.”

“Didn't you go to that casino with Jeff and Ace? Lucky's-something?” Mikaela asked, now seated and sipping on her tea. “It might be worth checking with them first.”

Felix clenched his fists under the table even as his face heated. He had no memories whatsoever of taking off with those two, and who knew what kind of stupidities he’d gotten up to in front of his friends. But why on earth would Felix have gone home with some unknown woman, if there was a much more appealing option right there—

“I tried calling Ace this morning but it didn't go through,” Kate said, interrupting Felix’s inner turmoil. “I just hope he didn't drop his phone in the fountain again,” she sighed.

“I just texted Jeff,” Élodie said, looking up from her phone. “But he and Haddie are probably still asleep, since neither of them have checked the group chat this morning. That means me and Felix will start with the casino while we wait to hear from them.”

With that, Élodie proceeded to down the rest of her coffee and got up from the table with Felix following close behind, to the "Good luck!" wishes from Kate and Mikaela who stayed to finish their plates.

–

The casino they were looking for was supposedly only a short walk away, so Felix steeled himself and tried not to complain when they ventured out into the sun again.

While they walked, however, he tried to get more information out of Élodie.

“Did you really not see me for the rest of the night after the restaurant?” Felix asked. “I thought that someone would have stopped me, if…if it looked like I wasn't in my right mind.”

“Felix.” Élodie stopped in her tracks. "Don't tell me you are blaming me for your drunken mistakes?" she snapped, making Felix jerk back in surprise.

"N-no, I just… I assumed someone would have intervened—not just you, but Kate, or Ace or Jeff or any of the others," Felix floundered to explain. "My judgment was obviously compromised and I shouldn't have been making decisions under the influence."

"When I last saw you, you were barely tipsy,” Élodie pointed out. “And I don’t know what happened after, but let’s not forget all the times you've boasted to our friends about your whisky collection and impressive German alcohol tolerance.”

Felix cringed. There really had been a time not that long ago when he’d made drinking his most prominent personality trait.

“So how were they supposed to know that this time was different?” Élodie asked. When Felix failed to respond, she sighed. ”Look: you're an adult and drinking was your own decision—though if you had told me you had problems with alcohol, I could have helped…” she looked hurt, and then shook her head. "Regardless, if you did find someone during the night and decided to take them to a hotel, you cannot blame that on Ace or Jeff or any of us. Unless we get proof that there was foul play involved, this is purely on you."

“I know,” Felix said. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that.”

God, there was no way he could blame Élodie or their friends for what had happened. Her tough love was warranted; Felix was a grown man and should very well take responsibility for his own, stupid decisions.

Élodie’s face softened. “I know you didn't. And I do truly want to help you, because you're my friend. I promise I won't judge you for anything you did or didn't do, but you can't blame it on me, either.”

“I don't.” Felix managed a small smile. “Thank you.”

“Anytime.” She gave him a playful nudge with her elbow. “Come on; together, we'll figure this out in no time.”

Felix could only hope that she was right.

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angryschnauzer · 4 years

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Superior Specimen - Chapter 8

Summary: One night when you are following the Archaeology tag on instagram you stumbled across a fun looking dig… and an even more interesting Paleontologist who soon follows you back. Over the following weeks you start chatting and a friendship soon grows.

Relationship: AU Henry Cavill x Female Reader (No race or body shape mentioned)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

Warnings: Slow Burn, NSFW, 18+, Mutual Masturbation, Phone Sex, Drunken Piggy Back Rides, Oral Sex (Female Recieving), Drama, Theft, Amateur Heroics, Hospital Visit, Shower Sex, Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Blow Job, Fingering, Lavish lifestyle, Henry is loaded, The Shard, Expensive Gifts, Sixty nine, Unprotected Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Angst, Argument, Jealousy, Talk of car crashes, heroics, rough sex, use of safe words, Anal play,

I do not operate a tag list, but please follow @angryschnauzerwrites and put that blog onto notifications, as you will then be notified whenever i post something new.

I don’t have a masterlist, but all my works are on AO3, link here. Usually i post oneshots to Tumblr and AO3, and multichapters exclusively to AO3, but as this is my first henry story and its going to be a short series, i’ll post to both places.

Chapter 8

On the tube an old woman had offered you a tissue and had whispered quietly;

“He’s not worth crying over my dear”

You swallowed and smiled weakly at her;

“Unfortunately he was… he was just an idiot too”

“They all are my dear, they all are”

She got off at the next stop, giving you a pat on the arm before leaving the carriage, leaving you ride the rest of the way to Fulham Broadway on your own.

You were on autopilot when you arrived, walking through the small shopping mall that had grown around the tube station, grabbing a pair of overpriced knock-off designer sunglasses from the concession stand to hide your puffy and red eyes, swollen from crying. As you stood in the crowd at the lights to cross the road, a stream of Ambulances and Police cars screamed past, lights and sirens blasting, but it was London, every day there was a crisis or accident and you were used to them.

The walk to your flat was quick, just a few roads from the tube, and you were thankful you’d brought your small clutch bag from the hotel room that had your phone, wallet, and keys in. Once inside you pulled off your clothing, everything Henry had bought for you, tossing it into a heap on the floor before you climbed into bed and curled into a ball, sobbing into the pillow.

You woke to the sound of a metal on plastic crunch from the street outside, familiar with the sound and you knew it was vehicle vs wheelie bin, an all too familiar occurrence when collection day was on a Friday and people went out that night, so the street would still be littered with bins the following day. Staring up at the ceiling you heard the doorbell ring, glaring at the ceiling but refusing to move. You didn’t care if your bin that had ended up a casualty of a car not looking where it was going, so when the bell finally timed out you closed your eyes… only to be rudely disturbed by a loud knocking on the door a minute later, a muffled voice from the other side;

“Princess… it’s me; Henry… please, just tell me you’re ok… I’ve got to know you’re ok…”

You could feel your emotions rising within you; a heat, an anger, and as the knocking continued you grabbed the dressing gown hanging on the back of the door and was still tying it as you pulled the door open, but surprised to see state of Henry, his clothes a mess and his face blotchy;

“What the hell happe…”

Your words were cut short as he pulled you into his arms, hugging you tight;

“You’re alright… my god, you’re ok…”

“Henry, what is going on?”

He let you go and started pacing;

“I was an ass, I didn’t follow you, I was stupid… I tried calling you but you never picked up…”

“I had it on silent… I didn’t want anyone to disturb our date”

“And then the accident, I’d gone back to the hotel, I knew it was the closest tube to where we were...”

“Accident?”

“There was an accident, on the road outside the London Bridge Tube, a bus and council truck collided and ran into the queue… I stayed and helped the emergency services; I was trying to find you… but you weren’t there…”

Your hand was over your mouth, tears pooling on your lashes as you looked at him, and realised he cared so much for you that he had literally pulled people out of the wreckage of an major accident because he thought he had lost you. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders you cradled the back of his head as he slumped to the floor, sobbing into your shoulder and the softness of your dressing gown.

Finally he pulled his head back, a weak smile on his face as he looked into your eyes, and you saw a different Henry, one that was fragile, one that needed you as much as you needed him.

“C’mon, let me put the kettle on”

Sipping on sweet tea as you both sat at the kitchen table, dunking Digestive biscuits in the deep brown steaming mugs, you looked him up and down;

“You are a mess”

He glanced down and realised his shirt and jeans were covered in dirt, grime, and in some places blood;

“You’re right” he paused before looking back to you; “Look, I’ve got a suggestion… pack a bag. Comfy clothing, overnight things. We’ll head back to the hotel and collect our things, then head back to my place. I’ll cook dinner and we can talk… ask all those things we’ve both wanted to ask since we met, yeah?”

He looked at you like a hopeful puppy, his deep blue eyes watery where he feared you would say no, but as you nodded he let out the breath he had been holding, and a genuine smile spread over his face.

Henry opened the door to his place and stepped aside, letting you enter and look around as he shut the door, resting all the bags from the hotel room on the shiny white tiles that covered the floor.

“This is your place?”

“It’s home for the next few months” he shut the door and wrapped his arm around you; “I gave up on having a permanent place about five years ago. I would always come back to a dust filled nightmare and a fridge that was a biohazard. I keep a PO box for any mail and a storage unit for my things that I don’t need when I’m away”

You looked at him;

“It sounds very… lonely…”

He paused, considering your words;

“I’ve never thought about it that way… but, you’re right” he wrapped his arms around you, his gaze intense; “I’m sorry I over-reacted earlier… about your flatmate. I was just… I don’t know, so focused I guess on this amazing thing we have now, and what we were talking about last night… how those I fall for push me away when I have to leave… I could only think ‘this guy will be around when I’m not’...”

You reached up and cupped his cheek with your hand, realising in that moment that for all the bravado and confidence, beneath that Henry was just like you, like anyone else, and feared losing those he cared for;

“I would wait… I will wait…”

You pressed a kiss to his lips, and the pair of you just held each other for the longest time, before he pulled away;

“What kind of host am I? I haven’t even offered you a cup of tea!”

Laughing you followed him into the kitchen, looking around at the sparse worktops, all the cupboards pristine white. Even the appliances were just plain brushed aluminium. As the kettle bubbled away you pushed yourself up onto the central island, sitting on the marble countertop as you watched Henry move around the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out the carton of milk, sniffing it and cringing;

“Okay, tea may be off the menu… the milk’s off”

Pausing he opened the cupboard, shoulders slumping when he saw the empty tea caddy;

“No tea either…”

Leaning back you pulled your phone from your pocket and opened google maps;

“This is Warwick Square, right?”

“Yes”

You pinched the screen and zoomed out, jumping off the counter;

“C’mon, there’s a Tesco Express just around the corner”

Walking hand in hand around Pimlico with Henry, it dawned on you that you had never visited this part of London, the sights and sounds much like most of the city, but where each little borough had its own character. Once you reached the supermarket he grabbed a basket and picked up the few things he needed, before his hand hovered over the selection of biscuits;

“Ok, make or break time to find out if we are truly compatible” his voice had an element of mischief in it as he spoke; “Milk or Dark Chocolate Digestives?”

You looked at the selection before you set your hand down on the bright blue packet;

“Trick question, we both know the true answer is Milk Chocolate Hobnobs”

He laughed as you dropped the packet into the basket, wrapping his massive arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest;

“I knew there was a reason I loved you” he turned to the row of refrigerators on the other side of the isle, unaware of what he’d said, and how your eyes were a little wider as you took in his admission; “Shall I make some burnt offerings for you tonight? I have somewhat limited culinary skills, but I can rustle up something with meat or fish…”

Nodding you were still a little stunned, finally finding your voice;

“Yeah, I’ll eat anything”

He cocked an eyebrow and you playfully batted at his arm;

“Oh shut up” you laughed

Dinner had been nice. An easy dish of roasted pork, Henry had thrown in some potatoes and had let them roast with alongside, and a simple salad. The one thing he did have readily stocked in his place was alcohol, and between the two of you an entire bottle of vintage Pinot Noir had been sunk over the course of dinner, and as you watched him stack the dishwasher you spread out on the massive white sofa that dominated the open plan space. You couldn’t help yourself but you popped the button of your jeans, letting out a sigh of relief.

Checking your phone you reopened your roommates’ email and read it again, before hitting reply. You knew deep down you wouldn’t be able to get a mortgage, but asked that you be kept in the loop and would start looking for another place come Monday. Having hit send you saw another email, this time from your Manager, requesting that you attend a review on Monday morning;

“Huh, so much for giving me a week off” you muttered to yourself, before looking up and seeing Henry approaching you, two full glasses of red wind in hand.

“Everything ok?”

Taking the glass you smiled;

“Yeah, work want me to go in for a review on Monday morning”

“Did they say what it was about?”

“No, but I’m guessing ‘playing heroics and injuring yourself on the job isn’t in your job description, please don’t sue us’ is probably on the agenda”

Settling next to you he rested a hand on your thigh, giving it a squeeze;

“I’m sure you’re right” he sipped at the wine before setting it on the small table at the side; “Hey I meant to ask, does your roommate have an Instagram account or Facebook page?”

“Yeah, I’ll pull it up. Its where he’s trying to do more serious photography”

He nodded and tapped at his phone for a few seconds before setting it aside, raising his glass again and clinking it against yours;

“Cheers”

By the time the last dregs of the 2nd bottle of wine were drained from your glasses you were drunk as skunks and just an amorous. You were draped over Henry’s lap, his hand was attempting to sneak under your t-shirt as you curled one hand in his hair, wrapping a deep brown strand around your finger as you kissed him lazily. When his hand finally found your breast you moaned at his touch, his lips brushing against your neck;

“I think we should take this to the bedroom”

You giggled;

“With the amount of wine we’ve had? Can you still get it up?”

He pushed his crotch up against you;

“Princess I’m already ‘up’, now I need to be in, and I don’t care which hole, I just want to feel you around my dick as we have some nasty drunk sex”

You attempted to slide off his lap and land on your feet, but what really happened was you tumbled into a heap on the soft white rug, one leg still on the sofa as the other hit the coffee table and your ass in the air;

“Help!” you cried out, giggling as Henry stood and swayed, before wrapping his arm around your waist and carrying you under his arm to the bedroom like a misbehaving poodle in Harrods.

He dropped you onto the bed and in the light from the lounge you watched as he yanked his t-shirt over his head, and started to unfasten his jeans, letting out a sigh of relief when the massive bulge in his boxers was allowed more room to grow. With a growl be bent over you and pulled your jeans down your legs, your panties following suit, before flipping you over so you were on your front. He went to reach for your ass but had forgotten his jeans were still around his thighs, and he proceeded to trip-tumble onto the bed beside you. You couldn’t help but to giggle into the soft duvet, and it earned you a single spank on your ass that make you squeal.

Rolling onto your back you looked at Henry as he huffed and puffed to take his jeans and boxers off, and you spread your legs as your hands strayed to your pussy;

“Are you doing to fuck me, or shall I just get myself started?” you said with more sass than needed, but it earned you a low groan and you could have sworn you heard seams ripping as he finally rid himself of his clothes.

“Cheeky wench!” Henry pounced on you, pulling your top over your head before fumbling with your bra, finally getting you out of it as he flung it across the room and you heard it hit something in the darkness; “I’ll show you, gonna fuck you so good you’ll have to sit on a cushion when you go into work on Monday”

He flipped you over and pulled your ass up, and you instinctively arched your back and bared yourself to him, prone and ready, begging for attention. You felt his hands smooth over your ass before dipping between your legs;

“Already so wet for me, you need me to fuck this cunt Princess? Fill you up with my cum? Or should I cum over your beautiful tits, so you can watch me as I spray my load on you, huh?”

He slid two fingers into your soaked hole, stretching you as his thumb found your clit and he rubbed harshly at it, the wine making him lose his finesse but up his pressure. When he pulled his fingers out you let out a needy whine, only to feel him press his dick against you, rutting into your crease and smearing your juices over himself.

The friction was delicious, and you found yourself pressing back and eager for more, earning a low chuckle to rumble up from Henry’s chest;

“You like that Princess? Like me rubbing my dick against your asshole?”

“Oh fuck… fuck… more…”

You felt him spit on your ass as he lowered his dick and slowly but firmly filled your pussy. As you were getting used to be filled so deep you felt his thumb press against your asshole;

“NERD!”

Suddenly Henry stopped;

“Princess?”

You turned, looking over your shoulder;

“Look Hen, I may be up for some anal play, but lube… you gotta use lube…”

You saw him look back and forth between your ass and his bedside drawers, as if trying to work out whether to forget the ass play and just fuck your pussy, or to give up your pussy for just a few seconds and get the lube. In the end the lube won, and he quickly slid out of you, leaning across the bed and yanking the drawer open, before pulling out a small bottle of Durex Lube. You saw it and grinned;

“Ooh nice one. Make sure there’s enough for a tit-wank in the morning”

Henry paused and looked at you, and you could almost see his brain short circuiting at what you’d said as it fought through the wine haze;

“Fuck, if I didn’t want to fuck you doggy style quite so much I’d say let’s do that now…”

He settled behind you and rammed his dick straight back into you, making you squeal as he filled you. You heard the quiet squeeze of the pump on the bottle before the cool gel fell on the crease of your ass and his fingers started to massage against your back door. He ran his finger around and around your brown rose, and you could feel yourself relaxing and trying to push back to get him to go further, making you whine;

“Please Hen… do something…”

He ran his thumb over your asshole and rested it on it before finally pushing in, holding the digit inside just up to the first knuckle, and that’s when he started to move in your pussy.

“So. Fucking. Good. My dirty little Princess…”

You whined for more, for him to go harder, deeper, and he did so with glee;

“You want more? Fuck yes, take my dick, can feel your insides parting for me, you like my thumb in your ass? Like being double stuffed?”

“Fuck…” your head was swimming, your chest resting against the bed as you snuck your hand between your legs and started to strum at your clit, urging your orgasm on as Henry turned into a feral beast behind you, fucking you raw and dirty, you pushing back for each thrust to feel him deeper and split you wider.

Your orgasm happened without warning, screaming out his name as you came so hard he was sure if he hadn’t pulled his thumb out your muscles would have broken the bones in it. Your knees gave way and you slumped down onto the bed, Henry still deep inside you, fucking you as you lay spent on the bed;

“So close… almost there…

“Cum on my ass Hen…” you muttered as he railed into you, and you heard a groan as he pulled out of you, seconds later the splash of his hot seed landing on your naked ass, back and thighs.

For a moment everything went quiet before you felt him wiping his cum from you, and he moved you in the bed until you were curled up in his arms, the little spoon to his big;

“You’re fucking amazing Princess, I fucking love you so much” he slurred, before the two of you feel asleep in drunken stupors.

Chapter 9 >>>

#henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill smut #henry cavill x you #henry cavill au

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codylabs · 6 years

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Chapter 13: The Tunnels of NOPE

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Dipper and Wendy broke through the ground, fell about 5 feet, and landed hard on top of each other. The lion bots arrived at the crevice a few seconds later, and angrily pressed their heads up to the opening. Their saws extended and spun, trying to reach down at the escaped humans. Sparks and metal shavings showered around them, and the sound of their enemies’ assault filled their ears. But despite all the racket and the show, there were too many logs, branches, and mess between the humans and the hungry weapons. They couldn’t reach.

“HA! YEAH!” Wendy rose to her knees, looked up at their pursuers, and shouted over the noise. “FOILED AGAIN, JERKS!”

Dipper crawled out from underneath his friend, and looked around.

When the predators had noticed them a few minutes ago, the teens didn’t really have an abundance of escape options. This was the first one that popped into Dipper’s head, and so this was where they went: great mass of deadfalls and decayed metal which wove together beneath the forest’s floor. Here, in the hard, sharp, claustrophobic space, they would be safe from their larger pursuers.

Dipper crawled through a narrow gap between two logs, just to get away from the lion’s falling sparks. Wendy squeezed her way in after them, and they found themselves in an even smaller hollow, that seemed to extend on for a ways. The only light down here was that which filtered down through cracks and crevices, and that which they brought themselves. As they paused to catch their breath, Dipper pulled his headlamp out of his pack and thumbed it on.

Behind and above them, the lions’ saws fell silent, as they realized their prey had escaped. Faint metallic footsteps echoed through the thicket now, as they prowled away; most likely back to the ‘deer’ they’d been interrupted from eating.

Dipper turned himself over, and rubbed his arm where he’d bumped it on the way down. “I think we lost them.”

“Well that’s super.” Wendy squeezed her shoulder pads sideways, trying to get comfortable.

“What’s their beef anyway?” Dipper asked. “I mean, we did kind of accidentally sort of steal her kid, but…”

“And kind of shot at her and stuff…”

“Well, yeah… But she tried to eat us even before that… How about the other one then? We’ve never even seen him before.”

“I guess they’re just really… Really angry, territorial creatures… Like wolverines. Or crocodiles, or… Grizzly bears or Corduroys or something. They just loose it when you mess around in their business.”

“Uh… Yeah… I guess…”

“So what now?” Wendy shrugged, and gestured toward the winding, maze-like darkness ahead. “We just crawl around down here until we’re far enough away?”

“I guess…”

“Well then.” She gestured ahead with a little flourish of her hand. “Ladies first.”

Dipper laughed, and elbowed her as he crawled past. She snorted and elbowed him back, then they continued on, while the light from the surface faded behind them…

“So where is this place?” Robbie asked, as he stepped cautiously around an ordinary fern. “Which of these are… Made of knives or whatever?”

“Umm…” Mabel squinted down at the creased, stained paper of Dipper’s old map. “This stupid poop-headed map doesn’t even have a ‘you are here’ dealio…” She complained.

“Aww man!” Robbie scoffed. “Every map should have that marked… That’s just, like, normal. All the maps in the mall have them.”

“I know! They’re so handy…” Mabel turned the map around a few times, hoping it would start to make some sense.

Robbie pulled out his smartphone. “Maybe… Yeah, this one tells me where we are. Maybe we can match them…?”

They compared the phone’s image to the map’s, argued for a few minutes about which direction North was, and finally decided that they were very, very close.

“Hmm…?” Mabel turned around a few times. “Maybe if I close my eyes and concentrate really hard, I’ll be able to use my brain to sense the psychic empathetic signals of their love. Because all robot animals love me.” She squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her fingers to her temples. (A classic and proven psychic pose.) “It’s science.” She promised. “I know because I saw it on Star Trek.”

Robbie leaned back against a tree to wait. “Yeah.” He grunted. “Because that’s gonna work.”

“It’ll totally work.”

“Will not.”

“Will too.”

“Will not.”

“Shush! You’re interrupting the love waves.”

“Ugh, this is so… Hey wait a minute.” It didn’t take Robbie long to realize that the tree behind his back wasn’t wood. “Oh hey.” He turned around and poked it. “We’re already here.”

“I TOLD YOU IT WOULD WORK!” Mabel jumped up with an excited squeal, and high-fived her pig.

“Oh come on. That didn’t-“

“THIS IS SO COOL!” Squeaked Mabel, as she rushed forward to start poking and prodding at things. “We can be explorers and robo-botanists and we can—Oh wait a minute. Hold on.” She turned to her pig and bent down. “I just remembered!” She told him. “You’re fat and naked! You need to be shielded by a… Huggy-Wuvvy Tummy Bundle™!”

“A what.” Robbie frowned.

“IT WORKS FOR PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGS™!” She explained. Then she reached under her sweater, and produced a baby-blue pig-pack, which she then strapped to herself and loaded the pig into. Waddles did not seem to mind this in the least, whereas Robbie looked on with disgust and confusion. “Uh… Remind me.” He said. “Why do we have a pig again?”

“Well…” She looked at the pig. It looked at her. They both looked at Robbie. “We just do.” She assured him. “And we love him and now you love him too because you must. That’s the way things roll when you’re under Mabel jurisdiction!”

“Great.”

With her pet safe, Mabel continued into the forest to start her work. This ‘work’ mainly just involved finding new types of metal plants and tiny robots, playing with them for a minute, then tossing a specimen into the backpack Robbie was carrying.

After a while of this, Robbie looked around again.

“Ugh… Man.” He brought up a hand to block the beautiful sunlight, and squinted grumpily around at the gentle swaying of the bright green leaves. How was this a dangerous, nightmarish place? It was… Beautiful and pleasant… “I was expecting, like… Skulls or something.” He protested sulkily.

“Skulls?” Mabel asked.

“Like, you know.” Robbie shrugged. “Impaled on spikes or lying on the ground… Or skeletons up in trees or something. Or I was expecting it to actually look like knives… Right? Or to be all dark and cloudy? Or the air to smell like death? Or it to be scary at all…? I can’t be the only one thinking that, right?”

“Like… Why would there be skulls?” Mabel asked. “Where would the skulls have come from?”

“Like… Like from all the people who’ve died here…? Like, there’s always skulls in, like, movies and stuff…” Robbie frowned, as he realized most of his expertise in the matter was coming from Arkansas Jim, King of the Jewels and Lord Ape. “Come on, you know. There’s gotta be skulls somewhere, right?”

Mabel considered this for a bit. “I don’t knoooooooow…” She said. “If anybody ever did die here, their friends would have gone looking for them and found this place. But since Dippingsauce and Wendoid were the first ones to find it, I don’t think anybody has…”

“Ugh…” Robbie glowered, and turned a shoulder. “You know you were expecting skulls.”

“Oh, hey look.” Dipper said. “A skull.”

Wendy shone her headlamp past him to inspect the find. Sure enough, there was a massive, metal skull blocking their passage, about the size of a car tire. It didn’t have nostrils, but made up for it with about a hundred eye sockets, all around its head.

Truly other-worldly.

“Well.” Wendy said. “That’s kind of weird… Why would there be a skull down here?”

“Eh…” Dipper shrugged. “Skulls are never quite where you expect them… Like, I was looking at ancient runes down in a cave one time, and I found this one giant skull with big, huge horns. It startled me so bad I dropped my light.”

“Oh yeah?” Wendy said. “I never heard that story. What happened then?”

“Oh… Uh… I… Uh… I couldn’t see, so I left the cave. That’s the whole story.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“…That’s the most pointless story ever.” She informed him. “Of all time.”

“Uh… Yeah.” Dipper shrugged. “That’s probably why I forgot all about it until just now.”

“No doubt.” Wendy crawled forward, and placed her hands on the skull. If they were to continue on, they had to get it out of the way. “Uh…” She grunted with effort as she tried to push it backwards, or pull it towards them, but it was jammed pretty tightly in the tunnel. After a minute of struggling, she managed to at least tilt it backwards slightly, and then lever its jaw open. “Oh hey!” She said, pointing to the new opening. “We can just crawl through its mouth.”

“Uh…”

“C’mon, it’s just crawling inside something dead. Nothing crazy or anything. Maggots and stuff do it all the time.”

“Well… Ladies first.”

“Ha ha, shut up man.”

They managed to fit their way through the massive jaws, and found themselves at the start of a wider, more uniform tunnel.

This new tunnel was almost circular, and tall enough that they could crawl on their hands and knees (instead of their bellies). The bottom half of it was filled with loose dirt, mud, and metal shavings, as if back when it was drilled, the excess material had all just been ground to dust and left where it sat.

“Hey, uh… Is it just me or are the walls super weird?” Wendy asked.

“Umm…” Dipper shone his light around. “Yeah, they’re pretty weird… I guess the—OH WOAH, these aren’t walls! These are ribs! Ribs and armor it looks like.”

“Oh… Yeah they are, aren’t they? Something really giant died down here.”

“Yeah. Right in the middle of cutting the tunnel I guess.”

“Huh… Well, what is it? Like a giant mole?”

“Maybe more of an Earthworm… Ish? I mean, I don’t see any legs…”

“Huh… Cool…”

On the other side of the dead creature, they found themselves starting into a labyrinth of similar tunnels. These ones weren’t lined with ribs, of course, but they were all roughly the same width. Evidently, all had been dug by the ‘worm’ creatures…

“So this is how the forest ‘rots’.” Dipper observed. “Just like we were talking about earlier. There may not be any forest fires or floods, but these giant earthworm-type-things just routinely come through and grind everything down… They’re the recycling mechanism. Turning the metal tree-trunks back into this dusty soil…”

“Fascinating.” Wendy lied.

“But I wonder what eats the worms, when they die? I’m guessing it’s something pretty small, which is why the larger structure like the ribs and skull were leftover…”

“…Man, your sister is totally right. You’re a nerd.”

“Yeah, well… Yeah.”

Since their compass didn’t work very well with so much iron around, they picked an arbitrary direction and started into the maze.

Plant and animal life seemed to flourish in the dust the worms left behind. Many of the tunnels and passages were tangled or outright blocked with roots, vines, or moss. And all around them, tiny robotic insects darted in and around the logs and plants, buzzing and beeping at the passing humans.

Eventually Wendy stopped, and Dipper halted behind her. He rubbed his sore knees as well as he could, and asked. “What’s the holdup?”

“SHH! Listen…”

Back behind them in the darkness, she’d heard motion. And now Dipper heard it too: clicking, buzzing, hissing… Dipper turned over on his butt and shone his headlamp past his feet, to see what lay back down the tunnel.

The rough metal walls had transformed into a writhing mass of sharp legs and silvery, domed shells. Hundreds, perhaps thousands, of rat-sized robotic insects were crawling out of the walls, digging their sharp feet into cracks in the ceiling and floor, blinking their tiny red eyes, and scuttling toward the two humans. Tiny saws and hooks caught the light from their headlamps and reflected back at them, twinkling and glittering like stars.

“Ooh.” Wendy said.

“Augh!” Dipper said.

There are certain primal fears that are programmed very deep into every human brain. In simpler times, before man had so tamed and civilized the world around him, these fears had helped him survive. They had taught him to seek light instead of darkness. To flee from the swarming ant and poisonous spider. To respect the threat of teeth and blades. Man has retained these fears up to the modern day, and they may still be awoken when the need presents itself.

You may understand, then, why Dipper totally lost his cool when he saw these insects advancing. He kicked his legs to move away from them, and ran the back of his head directly into Wendy’s butt. “AGH!” He yelped. “The--! Bugs! Lots of bugs!”

“I’m going, I’m going…!” Wendy began to crawl faster, with Dipper immediately behind her. They were off their knees now, scrambling on their hands and feet while their armor clattered clumsily against the walls and ceiling.

For a while its seemed they were moving as fast as their pursuers, even outrunning them. But soon, even more bugs began to crawl out of the walls ahead of them, forcing them to a standstill. The enemy was everywhere. They were surrounded.

Dipper caught movement in the corner of his eye, and turned just in time to see a bug squeeze itself out of a crack right next to his head. He reached for his magnet gun, but before he’d gotten it leveled in the tiny space, the creature had launched itself forward and hooked onto his helmet’s visor. Its front legs reached past the bars and scratched savagely at his face. He fell to his back in surprise, dropped the gun, and tried to grasp the animal’s slippery, round shell long enough to pull it off. Its legs were leaving scratches on his face, and knocked his safety glasses loose.

By the time he removed this first attacker, a cut in his forehead was bleeding into his eyes, his entire head was in agony, and more bugs were climbing onto him from every direction. His heart began to race as he struggled to free himself, and he descended ever closer to complete panic…

Wendy, meanwhile, was dealing with about 15 bugs that had all hooked onto her right arm. The creatures weighed about 20 pounds all together, and the weight was making the limb almost impossible to use. She tried to smash her arm into the walls, hoping to kill the bugs or at least knock them loose. But that didn’t really work. Every time she got one off, two more would crawl back on. She could feel them tearing at the gauntlet on her arm, trying to cut it open and explore what lay beneath.

A few bugs crawled onto her back, and she forgot about her arm for a few seconds to remove them. But by the time she turned her attention back to her arm, she found that she wasn’t able to move it at all. Past the insects, she caught the glint of tiny metal cables, running from her gauntlet to the tunnel wall. More cables seemed to be appearing all the time, as the creatures moved over her, laying them down from tiny spools in their mouths.

Oh. She thought. They’re tying me down. They know they’re not big or strong enough to take me when I’m still moving, so they’re doing the only thing they can… They’re wrapping me up to eat me. Like spiders.

She managed to get her axe out of her belt using her free arm, and brought the blade down hard on the nearest insect. Its shell cracked, and it scrambled away; one less to deal with. She turned to her right arm now, and began to chop at the creatures crawling on it. One by one they scuttled off, and finally she was able to get a clear shot at the cables.

But it didn’t work. The wires were too tough for the axe. When she chopped at them, they just stretched and buckled and made a ‘thwang’ noise like guitar strings, and they didn’t break. The insects began to crawl back onto her now, making it harder and harder to concentrate on her arm. She couldn’t get it free.

Now out of options, she decided to go for the next best thing: she grabbed the latches on the gauntlet, and popped it loose.

Her naked arm came free of the armor. Now that she was able to move again, she scrambled up the tunnel and away from the threat. Behind her, the insects swarmed the gauntlet and began to eat it. Others realized what happened and turned to follow her, but only about 3 remained attached to her. She made short work of them.

She continued without hesitation. It was too bad she had to leave the piece of protection behind, but really, it was a small price to pay for survival… At least she and Dipper had both… Both…

She’s made it about ten meters up the tunnel when she suddenly froze. Wait, where was Dipper?

She looked backwards, and her light illuminated nothing but swarming masses of insects.

DANG IT!

She tucked her unprotected arm into her shirt as best she could, and started back into the fray, swinging and chopping at anything that approached. “DIPPER!” She yelled past the masses. “DIPPER ARE YOU THERE?!? ARE YOU OKAY?!?”

As for Dipper, he thrashed about in futility. His left leg had already been tied down to the wall, as had his left arm, and they were working hard on his right leg. All over, he could feel their mouth saws and hooks drilling and plucking at the armor and clothes. It didn’t hurt, not yet, but the creatures were heavy, and constantly moving, and shifting, and poking and prodding. He had a feeling that they were very close to making it past the armor. So very close…

His heart was racing, and his lungs were heaving, and he was quite a bit beyond panic at this point. Nothing was working… Nothing was working!! He’d dropped the magnet gun, and he couldn’t reach his backpack, and he couldn’t think of anything else to try, so he just squirmed and smashed with his fists and beat himself against the walls and tried to move… But nothing was working!

The creatures had already cut through his headlamp, so he now found himself in utter darkness, with nothing to see except the racing, flickering dots of light from his attackers’ eyes, and the occasional brief flashes as they welded down the ends of more webs. On top of that, the blood from his forehead was running down into his eyes and blinding him even further. The world was a confusing, chaotic blur of murderous glowing eyes, slashing knife-like legs, and tiny spinning saws. All he could hear was the scuttling and the clicking and the scratching and the drilling, all of it screaming in his ears, all of it deafening him and harassing him, pressing in savagely and unrelentingly.

His attackers were fast, strong, ubiquitous, unopposable…

There was nothing he could do!

“DIPPER!” From somewhere up ahead, he heard his name cut through the chaos. “DIPPER ARE YOU THERE?!? ARE YOU OKAY?!?”

Wendy’s voice.

“UH!!” He gasped hoarsely. “WENDY! WENDY HELP! HELP!”

A bug’s saw made it through his shirt in his armpit, and drew blood. He cranked his arm down on it, forcing it to pull out and go somewhere else. But it had left a wound.

As well as he could, he curled himself into the fetal position to shield his face, torso, and the thin parts of his gloves. His left arm and leg remained extended, tied down.

“DUDE!” She told him. “TALK TO ME!”

“I-- HELP!” He yelled. “WENDY! THEY’RE EVERYWHERE! MY LIGHT’S OUT! YOU HAVE TO HELP ME!” Another one was on his helmet now, and another was ripping at an uncomfortable part of his pants. He would have kicked it away, but he didn’t want to risk compromising his torso and face by extending a limb. “PLEASE COME!” He said.

“I CAN’T SEE YOU!” She told him. “DIPPER YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO ME! YOU HAVE THE MAGNET GUN! IT’S THE ONLY WEAPON WE HAVE TO FIGHT THEM!”

“I CAN’T! I DROPPED IT! I CAN’T SEE! I…!”

“DUDE!” Her voice suddenly snapped to a harsh, authoritative tone. “LISTEN TO ME!”

“HELP!”

“CLOSE YOUR EYES! FOCUS ON ME!” With nothing else to do, Dipper did as instructed. Now that the world was perfectly black again, it was ever-so-slightly simpler. He didn’t need his eyes anymore. All he needed was his ears and his hands. So he focused his ears. He focused them on her. He held onto her.

Once he’d pointed his brain toward this task, his breathing began to stabilize. “OH… OKAY…” He said.

“NOW!” She told him. “YOU’RE NOT GOING TO DIE!”

He wasn’t? He could feel bug’s saws breaking through the armor in places, and tangling in his shirt and pants. How long did he have? How would he not die here?

“TELL IT TO ME!” She said. “TELL ME YOU’RE NOT!”

“I’m… I’m not going to die…”

“WHAT?”

“I’M NOT GOING TO DIE!”

The bugs were nicking his skin in places. At first it was like being pricked by needles, but then it became quite a bit worse. Yet through the pain, he hung onto Wendy’s promise, and he believed her.

“YOUR GUN CAN’T HAVE GONE FAR!” She told him.

She was right. He took a deep breath, and began to un-curl from the fetal position. He knew it left his face exposed, but he remembered where the gun was. He extended his free hand down to the ground by his right side, and his palm touched the gun.

“I GOT IT!” He said.

“PICK IT UP!”

His fingers around the handle..

“FLIP IT TO PULSE!”

He flipped it to pulse.

“FIRE IT!”

The tunnel all around him lit up with blue light, and the air snapped with the sharp sound of the weapon’s electrical discharge. All the creatures that had been on him, or in his vicinity, jumped and twitched all at once.

In an instant, their red eyes all went dark. Their scratching, clawing, digging little legs stopped moving, and their tiny saws stopped spinning. The insects that had been climbing on the ceiling went limp and fell off, clattering noisily to the ground on top of the others.

Everything was dead.

Everything was dead…

Dipper shook himself, and found that, finally, his attackers were falling from his back. He was so exhausted and relieved that he just sagged to the floor and gasped for breath.

In the new silent stillness, he opened his eyes. And he saw a light shining up ahead. It was accompanied by the sound of whacking and chopping, as Wendy took out whatever enemies the pulse had missed. Then the light turned in his direction, and started towards him.

When she reached him, she set the light between them, and took off her helmet. Together, they began to work on the cables that were tying him down. The ones on his arms unhooked and snapped loose one by one, slowly but surely. The bindings on his legs were next, and those came easier. Once most of them were removed, he was able to kick loose of the last few.

Then, he was free.

He and Wendy sat back in the mud and looked at each other.

He was still partially blinded by the blood dripping down off his forehead, and by the tears he’d shed in his terror. He tried to reach a glove up underneath his visor to wipe it off, but it didn’t really fit up in there, and his glove was so covered in grit that it just added to the mess, and his hands were shaking. “Uh…” He said.

“Yeah.” She reached forward, and removed his helmet too. Then she untucked a corner of her shirt from her armor, and wiped the blood, mud and tears from his face.

He blinked, shook his head, and found he could see clearly. So he took a deep breath. Then another. Then he looked up and met her eyes.

“Hey dude.” She said.

“H-hey…”

“Your hands are shaking, dude.”

“Yeah, I…” He looked down at them. He was shook up. He could feel his heart running rampant in his chest, as if wanting to burst out. “I… I… Thanks…” He stuttered. “C-c-can I hug you?”

“Uh…” She frowned for a second. Then she shrugged, and spread her arms. “Sure, I guess…”

He fell into her, and wrapped his arms around her armored torso. “Wendy, I thought I was gonna die…!” He blurted. “I’m sorry I panicked but I dropped the gun and my light got ate and they were drilling at my privates and I couldn’t move and nothing was working and I thought I was gonna die…”

“Hey… Like, yo.” She put her arms around his shoulders, and gave him a pat. “Naw, man. We’ve been through worse than this… Gotta take more than a few robot bugs to eat US, right?”

“Ugh…”

“Right? Right.”

“I… Uh… Uh… I don’t know… I’m… I’m sorry I panicked… Thanks. Thanks for telling me what to do…”

“Hey man… It’s… Like… Fine. Usually it’s you giving orders, right? And that’s always turned out all right.”

“Uh… I guess…”

“So call this me returning the favor, huh? We help each other up when we fall. We’re there for each other. ‘Cause that’s just what friends do. Right? We got each others’ backs. No matter what.”

“Okay…” He shuddered. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey. Dude.” She terminated the hug early, and held his shoulders out at arm’s length. “You’re not gonna die today.” She told him. “You’ve got a big, bright future ahead of you. You’re gonna go to college, get some degree, get that one great job you always wanted. Something that uses your talents, something you love… You’re gonna settle down, raise a family, and do the world some serious good with that brain and that heart of yours. You’re gonna grow up to be somebody someday, you hear me? And that’s why you ain’t gonna die in a hole today. That’s not how this story ends. That’s not your future.”

“Yeah?”

“I promise.”

“…But how do you know? I could die… People die all the time…”

“Eh.” She gave him another little pat, then released him, and turned to climb up the tunnel. “Have a little faith, bro. And come on, we need to get moving.”

He shook his head, as he realized their little moment was passed. And now that the adrenaline had drained from his system, he felt his brain settle back into familiar paths. He took one final deep breath, then crawled after her. “Heh heh… Yeah.” He hazarded a joke. “We should probably be going. That was getting a little too cliché, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, well, it was the best cliché I could think up on the fly. And it’s better than the alternative.”

“…What’s the alternative?”

“That other thing coming up behind you to eat you.”

Dipper spun around.

About twenty meters back, a massive, sharp mouth was advancing up the tunnel. The mouth was filled with spinning drills, ringed by tiny red eyes, and was slowly chewing up and crushing the dead bugs they’d left behind. Dipper recognized its head shape: it must be one of the worms from earlier, only alive and well. Dipper was alarmed by its appearance at first, but then he realized it was moving at about a foot per second; a snail’s pace. It couldn’t catch them even if it wanted to, and by the looks of it, it wasn’t even interested in them. It just wanted to eat the dead stuff.

They left it to its feast, and continued on.

Now that they knew what to expect, the way was pretty smooth going. Occasionally they spotted a live bug or two in the crevices in the walls, and once the pests even tried to swarm again, but this time the humans were ready with the magnet gun, and fried them before they could become a threat. Another worm appeared out of the walls in short order to scavenge the dead ‘meat’.

By now, Dipper figured they’d put a significant distance between themselves and the lions above. They found a place where the logs above were looser, cleared some of them away using the magnet gun, and crawled their way up through the crack they’d made.

As soon as he emerged above, Dipper thankfully gulped a breath of fresh air. There wasn’t a lot of air movement or oxygen down there, and everything smelled like smoke and oils. Granted, a lot of those same smells were prevalent up here, but at least a gentle breeze was blowing some cool, fresh air in from the outside forest.

It sure was nice to be back topside.

He took the moment to adjust his armor slightly, so that it wasn’t rubbing quite as badly on the scratches and punctures the bugs had given him. Then he pulled out his map, his compass, and a granola bar again. “Okay.” He said, as he chewed. “Compass is working now… Looks like the coordinates should be… That way.”

Wendy pulled out some jerky, and took a mouthful. “Ladeys fuhsht.” She mumbled past the meat.

Dipper shook his head with a smile, and took a step forward.

“So, like, I know drummers are supposed to be the dumb ones, but did he really have to act the part right in front of—”

“Ooh!!” Mabel saw something up ahead, and brazenly interrupted whatever Robbie had been trying to say. “A robot squirrel!”

“Lame.” Robbie corrected her.

She tried to catch it, but the squirrel fired its booster and launched off towards the top of a nearby tree before she could catch it. “ROBOT ROCKET SQUIRREL!” Mabel clarified. “You rock, robot rocket squirrel!”

“Almost as lame.” Robbie crossed his arms, and adjusted the straps on his backpack. Mabel’s little ‘collection’ was starting to get quite heavy. “So…” Robbie said. “Like, what’s the big plan, or… Like… Whatever…?”

“Well…” Mabel said. “I don’t know quite yet… But I think for now, we should get a sample of all the plants and animals and stuff, and load them into your van… You know, like Noah’s ark! Your van can be Noah’s ark! Then we can bring them somewhere else… I can plant a garden… Use iron filings for fertilizer… Everything will grow big and beautiful, and pretty soon the whole yard will be smelling like industrial lubricant!”

One of the smaller bugs Mabel had collected crawled out of Robbie’s backpack and onto his face. “Like… That’s stupid but okay…” Robbie groaned, as he carefully plucked it off with his thumb and forefinger. He was about to flick it into the bushes, then thought better of it, and returned it to the backpack. “But… Like… Where are we putting all the stuff today?”

They happened upon a creek: the same one from Dipper and Wendy’s first visit. Mabel stopped to pluck a thermoelectric solar flower from the streambed, and tucked it into her hair. “Well… I’ve got a place picked out…” She said. “Like, a secret storage sort of place. We can put these things there until I save up enough money to buy a… I don’t know, like a moving van… To take them to California… Or… Maybe to NASA… Or… Harvard or something… Someplace where there’s lots of smart people, where nobody knows where they’re from, but where everybody will love and respect because they’re amazing and beautiful.”

“Maybe… Like… The US government would buy them.” Robbie suggested. “You know, to turn them into weapons. Like, bulletproof hunting dogs… Or they could reprogram the big ones to give birth to tanks… Or, like, they just toss a bunch of robo-moss at terrorists or whatever and crap starts growing on their guns and cars and stuff… And then they can’t… Like… Use any of their stuff, or whatever… And then we could bomb them and they couldn’t fight back.”

“What…? Don’t talk like that!” Mabel squealed. “They aren’t weapons!”

“Yeah, well, neither are rusty screwdrivers, but guess what?”

“Umm…” Mabel frowned. “I can’t guess. What?”

“Ain’t you heard of a shiv? It’s what people in prison use rusty screwdrivers for when they’re cranky or insane.”

“Fixing rusty things…?” Mabel scratched her head.

“No, stabbing people!”

“WHAT? EWW! ROBBIE!” Mabel covered her ears.

“I don’t make this stuff up!” Robbie said. “I just repeat it back in a snarky tone. The fact is, girl, that people are buttheads and jerks. If these robot whatevers aren’t useful to them, they’ll be afraid of them and destroy them. And if they are useful… They’ll weaponize them. It’s just the way it is. Fact is: dangerous things never have happy endings. Trust me.”

“Hmm…” The spring left Mabel’s step. “Well…” She said. “I guess we’ll put them in storage for now… And then we’ll think about it for a real long time. Will you think with me, Robbie?”

“Huh?”

“Do you promise to think really hard about what we should do?”

“Uh… Okay. Fine. Yeah. I’ll think…” He adjusted the straps again, but had a hard time thinking about anything besides how heavy the pack was. “But, like, why do you care about any of this stuff at all?”

Mabel looked at him. “We just… We just do…”

McGucket finished a third coat of alien adhesive, gave the last bolt one final tug, and then the machine was finished.

He piled his tools and equipment back into a toolbox, and closed it with finality. Then he reached for a control panel on his belt, and boosted the power on his robo-pants, enough to tripple his lower-body strength. With this new power, he grabbed his latest creation, stood to his feet with a great effort, and managed to walk it over to a tripod.

He mounted it to the top, and turned it to face the opposite end of his lab, where he’d placed an old, rusted car. He then pulled out a roll of cable, plugged one end into the machine, and ran the other end off to his computer. On the computer, he booted up the test program.

He pressed a button. ‘INITIALIZING’ The computer announced.

The machine began to make noises. Clicking and buzzing from the charging electromagnets. Whirring and hissing from the superheating hydrogen fuel. A little puttering from the compressor. The pressure and temperature gauges on the computer both began to steadily climb, and he waited a minute or two for them to fill all the way to red line. Finally, the machine emitted a loud beeping noise, and it was ready for ignition.

He pressed another button. ‘IGNITING’ Appeared on the screen.

The machine released a microscopic jet of the superheated hydrogen, and fired a tiny, focused laser into the stream. The sharp ‘bang’ of fusion ignition rang through the shop. A bright and miniscule spark, the heat of a star, began to glow in the machine’s front tip. The machine’s cooling system started up, to counteract the spark’s heat.

A green light lit up on his computer: NUCLEAR FUSION PILOT LIGHT IGNITED. WARNING: RELEASE BEAM WITHIN 45 SECONDS OR RISK OVERHEAT.

He checked all the readouts. Everything was looking good by his reckoning, so he picked up his computer, walked over to a bulletproof shield, and ducked down behind it. For comfort, he clutched his raccoon under one arm, a fire extinguisher under the other, and hugged them close. The raccoon hissed in confusion.

With his foot, McGucket reached over and pressed the last button.

‘PLASMA BEAM ENGAGED.’

More fuel was sent through the multi-million-degree pilot light, and the magnets directed the ionized gas out of the machine and toward the old car.

The entire lab lit up with the bright pink light, accompanied by a sound like thunder, and a brief, furious blast of warm air. It was all over in less than a second, leaving nothing more than some billowing dust, and a ringing in McGucket’s ears. The raccoon squirmed fearfully in his arms, so he released it, and let it flee the room to safety. As for himself, he shook his head to clear the shock, and blinked down at the computer. ‘TEST SUCCESSFUL’ it said.

He timidly stepped from behind the shield, with his fire extinguisher at the ready.

Nothing seemed amiss. The machine was still working and intact, the lab’s walls and floor were undamaged, and fortunately, nothing much had been lit on fire. As for the target, however…

McGucket’s eyes strayed across the lab to the old car. Its entire passenger-side door was burned and blackened, and directly in the center was a hole. A 2-centimeter-wide hole that made it straight through the car, and over 10 centimeters into the wall behind it.

I did it. McGucket thought. After all these long years of thinking, dreaming, and imagining… I finally did it.

I got me a death ray.

He glanced over at the blueprints, scattered over one of his workbenches. They explained and measured every detail of the invention, and would probably be worth millions of dollars to any of his usual military contacts.

He took the prints and burned them.

Then he took the machine itself, unplugged it, and drained its fuel. Then he hoisted it off the tripod and into an unmarked crate, and nailed it securely shut. To make sure nobody would get curious, he wrote ‘Scalp Hair Sample Collection VHS’ on top. Then he pushed that crate back into the furthest corner of his workshop, covered it in a filthy tarp, and stacked some other junk on top of it.

This latest machine wasn’t for selling.

And it wasn’t for using.

It was just for having.

Just in case.

It was such a tangled, overgrown mess that they didn’t notice it at first.

Dipper and Wendy stood at the alien coordinates, glancing at the map, glancing at the compass, glancing at the landmarks around them, and turning slowly in circles.

So… They were here!

So what’s here?

Wendy unslung her belt, tossed it around a nearby tree, and used it to scale straight up the trunk. Dipper watched from the ground, wondering if he’d ever have the upper arm strength to master that trick.

When she reached the lowest branch, Wendy startled a robot monkey, which hissed at her and swung off to a higher branch. “Yeah, same to you.” She grunted at the creature, and stepped onto the tree limb.

“Hey, see anything?” Dipper called up.

“Uh…” She looked all around, seeing nothing much at all. Perhaps whatever ‘fortifications’ that ‘Betty and Barney’ mentioned had aged and decayed away. Perhaps there was nothing here anymore…

But then Wendy looked down at her friend. And she saw that he was standing in the middle of a strange clearing; a wide, circular hump in the forest floor, wherein no trees were growing, but only small shrubbery and moss. The shape was about 25 meters wide (a little bigger than your everyday fighter jet). There was a steeper, rounder sort of hump in the center of the hump, and one end of the entire shape seemed to be lifted up slightly, as if it something beneath were sitting crooked. “Hey…” She called down. “If I had a nickel for every time I found out I was standing on a buried UFO…”

“Huh?” Dipper looked down. “Oh…! Well… Hey. How ‘bout that.”

“Yeah.” Wendy shrugged. “I mean, I know 10 cents isn’t a lot of money, but… It’s just weird that it happened twice, right?”

#The Forest Of Daggers #Gravity Falls #wendy corduroy #dipper pines #shapeshifter #see you next summer #wendip #wendipweek #wendy x dipper #fanfiction #fanart #scifi #alien #robot #ghost

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yours-sincerely-lou · 7 years

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Harry/Louis Fic Rec: Kid Fic

Hideaway. (52k)

Harry is in a borderline abusive relationship which ends after the news that Harry's pregnant. He is homeless for the night and travels 3 hours on the train to turn up at his best friend's Liam's house unexpectedly for somewhere to stay. He meets Louis, Liam's flatmate, and they discover that they have more in common that anyone would expect. They fall in love.

Building Castles in the Sky (22k)

"D-dad? You think I c-can do it? Y-you think i c-can..." Evan trailed off looking down at his chest. And Louis' heart melted.

"I think you can do everything, love. Everything." Louis said while pulling his boy closer. "Because you, my little dandelion, are very brave! And so strong and wonderful and so very bright! You will go up on that stage, and you will blow everyone away. I just know it."

They laid there on their porch while they hugged each other tightly. His little boy was so brave. Louis didn't need to see him on a stage to be proud. He was proud of him already.

"You know,” Evan mumbled aloud again. “Mr. S-Styles says the same t-thing. He s-says I c-can do e-everything too.”

And Louis couldn't help but smile.

Or, where Louis had a four year old with a stuttering problem. Harry was always there to help.

Your Mess is Mine (176k)

Louis is the father to the most brilliant little boy in the world who is all Louis really needs, or at least that's what he tells himself. Harry is a gorgeous boybander fresh off a two year break and a massive scandal that's left him a little broken and more than ready to move on.

They fall in love.

Come Away with Me (80k) and sequel In the Night (19k)

Louis had such big plans. He wanted so much out of life, and so did Amy. Now Bridget is going to grow up without a mother, and she’s always going to wonder what it would be like if this hadn’t happened. He wonders if she’ll blame him for her mother’s death as she gets older, or if she’ll understand that this is just as painful for Louis as it is for her. Louis doesn’t know how he’s going to raise her on his own, because he’s a fantastic father, yes, but he’s always been the fun parent, and Amy was in charge of the rules. He doesn’t know how to make sure Bridget has everything she needs all the time, doesn’t know how to make her favorite meal or how to do that one braid she loves to have in her hair or how to teach her to be the best person she can be. He doesn’t know how to live without Amy, he doesn’t know what he’s going to do.

Or, Louis has to pick up the pieces of his and his daughter's life after his wife dies, and Harry is a beautiful stranger that just wants to help.

Baby We Could Be Enough (I’ll Make This Feel Like Home) (52k)

“Did you clean the table?” Harry asks Louis once Rose is done speaking, now occupied with trying to see if she can reach over and touch Harry’s hair from where she’s sat. At Louis’ nod, Harry frowns. “You didn’t have to do that. You’re my guests here, I could’ve dealt with it later.”

Louis just smiles easily, though, adjusting Rose on his lap so that she’s facing Harry better. She manages to tug on a loose wave of hair, and she makes a noise of triumph that both Louis and Harry smile at.

“I don’t mind,” Louis murmurs to Harry, even though he’s looking at Rose. “This one here seemed very excited to talk to you.”

And, okay. Harry can’t help but think of how domestic this feels, all of a sudden.

Or, Harry is a photographer who's trying to find his place. Louis is a single father with a smile that feels like home.

Take Me to the Edge Then You Hit the Breaks (17k)

Harry is a twenty two year old single father of his three year old son. Louis is the daycare worker that he somehow manages to fall in love with.

Nothing Else but Us Right Here (35k)

Louis sighs and gives himself a mental pep talk as he smooths his jumper down over his hips. He can do this. He can resist the draw of Harry Styles, because he is a responsible, mature adult, and as much as he wants to tangle his fingers in that mess of hair and map those ridiculous tattoos with his tongue, he does not want to get his daughter’s favorite teacher fired.

This is the Start of Something Beautiful (19k)

This wasn't what Harry thought it would happen when he took his daughter to see Santa at the local mall. He didn't anticipate that he'll leave with his head full of blue eyes and sharp tongue and his phone programmed with certain elf's phone number. He didn't think it would happen but maybe it was meant to be.

#larry fic rec #kid fic #single parent fic #larry with kids #fan fic #ao3

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secretagentspydetectiveninja · 7 years

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Splataclysm! - chapter 6

Oh wow, I’m really on a writing roll today (I say, knowing this chapter has been 90% complete for like a month already and I couldn’t be bothered to finish it until today) Anyway yeah, here’s more of the Splatoon AU fic, it got kinda silly hehe

Also on AO3

Sabrina couldn’t help staring through the window in awe. The Squid Sisters themselves were in the studio, chatting to each other, only a few metres away. All that separated Sabrina from them was a panel of glass! She wished she could meet them. How inspirational were they?

But it probably wouldn’t happen. Sabrina knew she wasn’t a good singer anyway, she could never be like them. She should just focus on battling.

Turning around, she saw that Chloé was still leaning against the railing, watching Inkopolis Plaza down below them. Or rather, watching someone in particular.

“Are you still looking at Alya?” Sabrina asked. Ever since the final Splatfest, where both Alya and Chloé had chosen the same team, they had decided upon a truce to their rivalry. Now it seemed that Chloé was just fascinated with her.

“I don’t get it,” Chloé said. “Why would her friends just leave her like that? First Nino, then Marinette and Adrien… in fact, why would Adrien just leave me like that…”

“I don’t know,” Sabrina said, standing beside Chloé and looking down at Alya too, who was doing something on her phone. “Maybe Adrien’s father made him leave or something.”

“True. But now Alya’s all alone.” She shook her head. “I should have been a better friend to her much earlier on, shouldn’t I? I thought rivalry was an important thing! I thought having a rival would make me better somehow! But it didn’t. I was just stubborn.”

“Why don’t you go talk to Alya?”

“I don’t know if she’d want to talk to me.”

“But you’re not rivals anymore.”

“Still, that doesn’t mean we’re friends!”

Sabrina put a hand on Chloé’s shoulder. “You managed to make friends with me, didn’t you? So you can make friends with Alya too.”

Chloé smiled at her. “Thanks, Sabrina. You’re right. I ought to try.” She looked back down at the plaza. “Do you think I should switch weapons? I’ve been using a Splattershot for a while but I don’t know, I think I might be better off with a .52 Gal…”

“Are you doing this because Alya uses a Gal? I’m pretty sure she uses a .96 Gal, though.”

“Alright, Alya may have inspired me. But a .52 Gal is much easier to use so I’ll at least start off with that. Then Alya and I will both be using Gals.”

Sabrina chuckled a little. Chloé and Alya… would they be Gal Pals then?

Down below in the plaza, Alya wasn’t the only inkling around.

“Aw, come on Rose!” Nath said, pulling Rose towards the Lobby by the arm. “Just one Ranked Battle? Please?”

“I don’t know,” she muttered. “It’s far too competitive, I always feel like everyone’s being so aggressive–”

“But I’ve never tried it before and I don’t want to do it alone! Pretty please?” He put on his most adorable expression, hoping it would work on a sweetheart like Rose.

“Alright then,” she said, her face softening. “But just one match. I believe the current Ranked Battle mode is Splat Zones, and that’s not so bad. I’d say it’s the least aggressive out of the three.”

“Then let’s go!”

Just then the large screen in the plaza lit up, ready for another announcement. Nath and Rose stopped to watch. The Squid Sisters appeared on the screen, all dressed up in their bling as usual.

“It’s stage changeover time!” Mireille said, punching a fist up in the air. “Let’s see what the Turf War battle stages are!”

“Here they come,” Aurore muttered, looking as if she was reading lines off a telescreen somewhere.

“The first Turf War stage is… Arowana Mall! Hey Aurore, remember that time we went to that café here and bought seven helpings of ice cream?”

“I remember you spilling at least two of them on the floor,” Aurore replied, her expression unchanged.

“Ahem, yes… anyway, the other Turf War stage is… Flounder Heights! Doesn’t Plagg live here?”

“I think so, I’ve seen him commuting into the city sometimes.”

“Nice! And now for the Ranked Battle stages. The next Ranked Battle mode is… Tower Control!”

Rose sighed, leaning on her Carbon Roller Deco. “Tower Control is so stressful…”

“And the first Ranked Battle stage,” Mireille continued, “is Kelp Dome! Aurore, do you know if they grow chip plants here?”

Aurore stifled a yawn. “I seriously doubt it, Mireille…”

“Right, right, I knew that. Anyway, the other Ranked Battle stage is… Walleye Warehouse! And ooh yes, even we’ve heard the juicy stories… off in a remote corner of the warehouse, two young inklings are–”

“BATTLING!” Aurore said quickly, putting on a giant grin that looked very out of place. “Yep. Battling. We’re not spreading any rumours, are we Mireille?”

“No, no, of course not, haha!” Mireille chuckled nervously. “Alright, that’s it for now. We’ll see you later for the next battle stage announcements. And in the meantime…”

The two Squid Sisters put their hands up in unison and sang, “Stay fresh!”

Nath turned straight round to face Rose. “What rumours? Please tell me! I know I’ve been here for a while now but I still always feel like a newbie, so out of the loop…”

“Oh, it’s just something silly,” Rose said, giggling a little. “Juleka told me about it, she hears everything. It’s not anything terribly important, just some silliness, I’m surprised the Squid Sisters even mentioned it…”

“So what is it?!”

“You know Lê Chiến Kim, right?”

“Of course I do, I’ve been splatted by him like seven hundred times.”

Rose giggled again. “So have I! Anyway, apparently a while ago he was bragging that after a match at Walleye Warehouse, he went and hid off in a corner and kissed someone.”

“Who?”

“No one knows, he’s been keeping it a secret. Most people guess it must have been one of his teammates, but who knows? It’s a mystery! And now Walleye Warehouse is somewhat notorious for being… well… romantic, I suppose…”

“How can a noisy, smoky factory be romantic?” Nath scoffed. “And what if Kim’s lying?”

“He may be a show-off, but he’s not a liar.”

“Whatever.” Nath held up the new weapon he was going to try out, the N-ZAP ’85. “So, should we go battle?”

“Fine, I suppose. But like I said, I’m only doing one match. Tower Control is really not my thing.”

Seeing her dejected face was enough to make Nath feel a little guilty for dragging her into this. It was like kicking a guppy. He leaned forwards and gave her a quick hug.

“Thank you Rose, you’re an awesome friend.”

There – that had cheered her up! She gave him one of her massive smiles.

“It’s no problem! With you it’ll be fun! Let’s get going.”

They went into the Lobby together and joined a match. Since it was Nath’s first time he had automatically been assigned a rank of C-, the lowest, so he was matched up with other players of similar ranks. Rose had done few enough Ranked Battles that she was still a C- rank too, so they were assigned to the same team together along with two other people.

While the team was getting ready, Nath read a little information booklet that explained the rules of Tower Control. In this mode, there was a small square tower with a little post in the middle of it. It started off in the centre of the battle stage, and whenever one of the teams “controlled” it (by having at least one of their members standing on the tower) it would slowly move along a predetermined path towards a goal near the enemy team’s base. The objective was to get the tower as far towards the goal as possible within the time limit, and stop it falling into enemy control.

That sounded simple enough. Of course, there were a few more rules, such as the match going into overtime if the losing team was in control of the tower when time was up, or that if the tower reached one of the goals then the team in control would automatically win by knockout, etc. Nath decided he would get the hang of it better by actually taking part.

He and his teammates were transported to Kelp Dome for the first match. It was a large indoor greenhouse full of all sorts of plants and food being grown everywhere, making it hot and humid. According to the map the tower was on top of a large platform in the open central area of the battle stage.

Rose started giggling for some reason.

“What’s funny?” Nath asked.

“Oh! It’s just… well, have you had a look at our opponents?”

Nath took a look. Some random guy called Justin, that was alright… and the others were…

“The Slaughter Squad!” he yelped. “How is that funny? We’re going to lose for sure!”

Rose managed to stop herself laughing long enough to answer. “If this was a Turf War we’d lose, but when it comes to Ranked Battles, they’re only rank C- for a reason! You’ll see what I mean!” She collapsed into giggles again.

Nath still wasn’t sure. Alright, fair enough, Kim and Alix wouldn’t be too bad to deal with probably. But what about Max, the legendary unsplattable inkling? Was he still going to be using an E-Litre 3K Scope?

Sure enough, taking a look at what weapons they were using, it was true. Max was still using his E-Litre. The other two had switched to using Tentatek Splattershots. That made sense, since Aerosprays would not be ideal for the kind of fierce battling needed for Tower Control. But Max, with his ridiculously long-ranged Charger… Nath shivered just thinking about it.

The signal played for the match to begin, and Nath immediately jumped off the starting platform onto the low ground, shooting orange ink everywhere. The N-ZAP ’85 had a very quick fire rate and reminded him somewhat of using the good old Splattershot Jr. that he had started off with, though thankfully with better range and accuracy. Maybe he would actually be good at using this one!

One of his other teammates inked the side of a wall and swam up it to get access to the tower much quicker than going the long way around, and Nath followed. They arrived in the central area to see that the other team had already got to the tower first, with Kim standing on top of it raining down Suction Bombs everywhere, and Alix running around on the ground shooting at anyone who came near.

Nath noticed a laser line from somewhere high up and quickly swam away, hopefully out of reach. Kelp Dome had narrow grated walkways running above most of the arena and it looked like Max must have been standing up on one of those, trying to splat people from there.

Anyway, there was no time to lose. The tower was already moving towards the finishing point near his team’s base and he had to stop it from getting there!

He swam up to the side of the tower, unnoticed, while Alix was off chasing Rose. Then he leapt into humanoid form for a second and threw a Splat Bomb onto the tower, hoping that would force Kim off it. But Kim merely went around to the other side of the tower and used the post to shield himself from the explosion.

Alright – maybe direct action was better. He shot orange ink up the side of the tower, swam up onto it, then tried to splat Kim by shooting at him directly.

For some reason, Kim suddenly jumped off the tower, leaving Nath standing there alone. Huh, that was weird. But good! It was good! The tower was now in his team’s control and had started heading the other way.

He went around to the other side of the tower for a better view of where the tower was going, only to see that Kim had left a Suction Bomb there. Nath backed up as quickly as possible but it was too late – the bomb exploded, splatting him in bright blue ink, and Kim went back onto the tower and regained control.

In the several seconds it took Nath to respawn back at his home base, he could see several interesting things happening on the map. His teammates were all distracted and not focusing on the tower. Rose was in a battle with Justin, and the other teammates seemed to be chasing Max and trying to splat him – though surely that was futile, considering Max’s title of “unsplattable”. Meanwhile, the tower was getting closer and closer to the finish, closer and closer to knocking them out completely!

Nath knew it was up to him to stop the tower. He couldn’t afford to make any silly mistakes this time, like not noticing a sneaky Suction Bomb. He had to be careful and do this properly.

The tower was already closing in on the final stretch, down one of the side corridors – though calling it a “corridor” didn’t seem right, since Kelp Dome was so big and spacious. Nath swam over towards there as quick as he could…

Then stopped, staring in disbelief.

“…and I was on the tower first, so you get off and protect it!”

“The tower goes faster with more people on it so will you just let me stay here–”

“But you’re always getting splatted, you’ll sabotage the whole–”

“There’s no one around! Just let me on the tower, you big oaf, we’re meant to be a team!”

Nath couldn’t help it – he burst into laughter. Of course it wasn’t the first time he had seen Kim and Alix furiously arguing with each other, but right in the middle of battle? Oh, this was just too good!

“There, go splat that guy!” Kim said, pointing at Nath. Nath tried to hold up his N-ZAP ’85 and shoot at them but he was still laughing too much to aim anywhere near well enough.

“Why don’t you go splat him? I thought you said you were the one who’s good at splatting people, huh?”

“Oh, just get off my tower you stupid midget!”

Kim picked up Alix by the scruff of the neck and threw her off the tower. Within a few seconds she had climbed back on and started violently hitting him with her weapon.

“HOW DARE YOU CHUCK ME OFF THE TOWER, YOU COMPLETE, UTTER–”

A string of interesting swear words followed. Nath finally got his laughter under control, knowing that he couldn’t waste this chance. If those two were busy having a full-on fist-fight in the middle of battle, at least they weren’t concentrating on him. He ran closer and started shooting at them. That seemed to stop the brawl immediately.

His N-ZAP didn’t have quite as much range as the Tentatek Splattershots, not to mention that it was two on one. He was splatted within just a few seconds. The other two immediately went back to fighting each other.

Respawning back on his home base, Nath knew it was hopeless. None of his teammates were anywhere near the tower so he couldn’t Super Jump there quickly, and trying to swim all the way there would take too much time. There was no point. He watched the map, seeing the tower getting closer and closer and…

There. The tower reached the goal and the signal played for the end of the match. The inklings were all Super Jumped to the centre of the arena where Plagg was waiting to judge them, as always.

“You know,” he said, in a completely monotone voice, “there is a rule that states no physical violence allowed or you will be disqualified. But then again, that rule only applies when you are attacking people from the opposing team. There’s nothing that forbids you from fighting your own teammates. So I guess I’m not allowed to disqualify you complete morons, as much as I want to, since you technically did nothing wrong. Congrats on the win.”

Without another word he vanished.

“I’m not the one who started the fight!” Kim said indignantly. “That thing hit me first.”

“I’m not a thing and I am this close to hitting you again!” Alix snapped.

“Ew, the thing’s trying to speak to me. Max, make it stop.”

Max simply sighed and Super Jumped away.

“Oh fine then, just leave me here with an overly violent little rodent who seems to like trying to beat me up–”

“We should probably go,” Rose muttered, tugging on Nath’s arm. “I don’t like arguments.”

Of course she didn’t. Nath, on the other hand, was finding this far more amusing than he should. At least it was distracting him from the fact that he’d lost his very first Ranked Battle, even though he’d had a chance to win it.

“Fine,” he said. He and Rose Super Jumped back to the plaza. They landed rather near where Max had landed. How was that guy so cool? He hadn’t even needed to say anything to his idiotic teammates, he just left. What gracefulness. What… freshness.

“Phew!” Rose said, a smile back on her face. “I told you Tower Control is aggressive, though I wasn’t expecting it to be quite that aggressive. A real fist-fight, honestly! Did you witness it yourself? What caused it? I would think that they… Nath? Hello?”

She waved a hand in front of his voice. He snapped out of his daydream. Had he been staring at Max? He really didn’t mean to. He was just… trying to figure out how to be that fresh. Of course.

“Yeah, I’m listening,” he said.

“Oh, right! Sorry.” Rose continued to speak. Nath wasn’t really listening that much, though. What type of sunglasses was Max wearing? Why did he wear them all the time? They certainly looked good, that was for sure. And that jacket, that jacket looked good too. And that whole attitude, the whole way of life, being unsplattable and carrying that E-Litre 3K Scope around everywhere with him even when he didn’t need it, just because it fit his aesthetic…

Nath tried to shake himself out of it. He wasn’t feeling jealous, was he? No… so then what was he feeling?

Another boss battle. Another time for Adrien to use his Kraken. Yet again, he felt the toxic Octarian ink overtaking him. But this time he wanted to stay awake – he had to stay awake! He had to help Marinette defeat the “Octonozzle”, as this Octarian boss was called.

Why had he used his Kraken? They were doing fine without it. It might have been difficult, but they would have lived. He didn’t need to do it. Why was he always so impulsive? Using his powerful weapons just to be on the safe side, even when he didn’t need to. And this time, all it was doing was causing him pain.

“Chat Noir, stay safe!” he heard Marinette call to him, as if from a distance. She pushed him towards the edge of the arena and then ran off to fight the boss herself. She was so good at being the hero. Afraid of nothing, excellent at everything. Would Adrien ever be able to reach that level? Maybe, maybe not. It would take a long time, that was for sure.

“You okay, bucko?” he heard Captain Fu ask him through the radio.

“I…”

He couldn’t reply. If he opened his mouth anymore, he might be sick. The edges of his vision were starting to black out.

No! He didn’t want to faint again. The boss wasn’t defeated, it wasn’t safe to just suddenly pass out right here. But this Octarian ink that he had absorbed while transformed into the Kraken, it was hurting him. Killing him. It felt like his blood was sizzling.

“Take a seat if you want, bucko. You’ve earned it.”

Had he though? Had he really earned it, when Marinette was out there still fighting?

Feeling dizzy and sick, he slumped onto the floor. The world seemed to be spinning around him. He could see Marinette shooting at the Octonozzle’s tentacle, though it seemed blurry from here, and he could see her stand back as the Octonozzle burst into pieces. All that remained was the butterfly that it had been holding captive.

Oh, thank goodness. The boss was defeated. It was safe.

Without even realizing it, Adrien had ended up lying down, swimming in and out of consciousness. Vague memories drifted past him, nothing concrete. Was that a side effect of prolonged exposure to Octarian ink? Reliving your memories? Because that had happened to him the first time, too.

“Chat! Chat, are you okay?”

He could barely even hear Marinette. Heck, was that even Marinette? Or was it Captain Fu? He couldn’t tell through the ringing in his ears.

Closing his eyes, he finally let the darkness wash over him completely.

A park, with everyone on skateboards and having a good time. But Adrien waits outside. He won’t enter. Not without…

“Why don’t you want to go in?” he asks.

Those grey eyes turn to look at him with less enthusiasm than he has ever seen. “I’m not really… welcome here, I guess…”

“Why not?”

A sigh – not a tired one, but a sad one. “I have an enemy here.”

“You have an enemy?!” Adrien can’t help but feel shocked. “How could anyone be your enemy?”

“You don’t battle with me much, you don’t know, but…” A soft hand squeeze. “I’m not really as nice to other people as I am to you.”

“I know that,” Adrien admits.

“Yeah. I wish I could be better. I just…” A harder hand squeeze now. “I find it so hard to apologize! And I’ve got this reputation already, and I don’t wanna change it, I worked so hard to get here. But I always get so jealous and reckless, and a certain person here at this skatepark hates me very much, and I wish I could change that but I just don’t even know where to start…”

Adrien always loves receiving hugs, but now is the time to give one. He never tires of feeling that precious warm hoodie fabric against his arms.

“I’m proud of you for trying,” he says. “You know there’s a problem and you want to change. That’s the first step. And I love you.”

A long pause. His words must have really had an effect.

“I… I love you too, Adrien.”

Of course. He knows that. He smiles into the hoodie, feeling lucky for once.

#GAL PALS #haha do you get it #because their weapons are called... nvm #anyway this chapter is the true reason i wrote this entire fic #kim and alix legit fighting over the tower when they're ON THE SAME TEAM #is something i needed in my life #please imagine metalopod blasting in the background while those two beat each other up #it's glorious #miraculous ladybug #splatoon #i can't be bothered to tag everyone i'm going to bed #random stuff #splataclysm #aish writes

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Riley ‘Nem Saturday Night Part3

I woke up Saturday morning with one thing on my mind.. I did NOT want to go to this pajama party. But I’d already told Keesha that I would go. Plus, I always reneged so I figured I might as well keep my word. Before I could finish my thoughts on the matter, my phone rang; it was Keesha facetiming me. I reluctantly answered.

Keesh: “Rise and shiiinnnne”, sang an annoying and off-key voice.

“Now what I tell you about unscheduled facetimes? You lucky I answered, wassup?”.

Keesh: “Yo grumpy ass. Sounds like somebody didn’t get no dick last niiighht.. haa!”.

(I rolled my eyes, irritated because she was right but I laughed it off.)

Keesh: “..I was calling ‘cause I need you to run to the mall with me real quick so I can find us something to wear to this pawrty [party] tonight!”, she continued.

“..and what makes you think I don’t already have something to wear?”.

Keesh: “Girl, whatever you do have, I’m sure it’s whack, so you might as well bring dat ass.”

“You’re right”, I snickered. “Okay, we can go to the mall, but I was actually gonna get a workout in before. You wanna meet me at the gym and we can go after?”. I already knew what Keesh would say, but I liked to guilt trip her anyway. You see, Keesh had BAWDY [body], always had, since we were in Jr. High. Anything she ate went to all the right places and it was that very reason alone that she did not work out. In her mind, she didn’t have to. I partially agreed.

Keesh: “Soooo.. what you saying is for me to meet you at your house when you’re done working out? Bet.”

“Shaking my head.. alright man, bye.”

I headed over to NappyHeads Gym to get a few circuits in. Once I was done, I went home with hopes of running a hot shower but not to my surprise, there was no hot water. Wet footprints mapped the hallway and led a trail to Jordyn’s bedroom. She was always using up the last of everything: the last egg, the last bit of detergent, the last roll of toilet paper, everything!

While I waited, I plugged my phone up to the aux and put my music on shuffle as I prepared to clean up. There was nothing like cleaning up to your very own soundtrack. To be honest, I would find any reason to listen to music. My love for music was unparalleled to any other emotion I’d ever felt, even that of being in love. Love lets you down. Music picked me up. It was the best high I’d ever felt, outside of actually being high and listening to ‘Footsteps in the Dark’ live. So I did the dishes, wiped down the counters, and swept the kitchen floor. When I was finished, I went to check the shower water to see if it was warm enough to bathe in. Fail. It was still cold. I was annoyed, yet content because as I was wiping down the counters and the appliances, I came across one of my emergency joints stashed away in a tin-tea can labeled “Natural Greenery”.

I usually didn’t indulge, but my baby brother sold weed and would always leave me these “stress relievers” hidden around the house. It just so happens that I came across this one today. I wasn’t necessarily stressed, but it had been a minute since I got stoned, so I lit the tail of the joint and watched the orangish embers flicker as the length of the spliff diminished. I could feel the wrinkles in my forehead vanish with each inhale. Not much longer after, I was high.

I stretched out upside down on the couch and let my head hang floppily inches away from the ground as my ponytail lightly swept the faux cherrywood floor boards. I let out a deep sigh and just as I was slipping into total relaxation, I heard a knock at the front door. I pretended to ignore it, hoping Jordyn would get it, but when she didn’t, I slowly rolled onto the floor, picked myself up off the ground and sluggishly made my way to the door.

“Who is it..?”, I asked. The peephole was covered up so I couldn’t tell who it was. I was already paranoid and high, so when the respondent’s voice was a few octaves lower than I was anticipating, I was slightly alarmed.

“Brian”, responded a man’s voice.

“Who?”, I repeated, because I thought I heard the foreign voice say ‘Brian’, but then again, I wasn’t in my right state of mind so I had to be sure.

“Brian, girl. Now open up the door.”

At that moment, I knew exactly who it was, and it wasn’t no damn Brian. It was Keesha. I took off the latch, unbolted the top lock, and opened the door, greeting her with a stale face.

With a massive grin on face and in a taunting tone, Keesha said, “Tell the truth, you thought I was Brian huh?”.

Truth is, I did think it was Brian. You see, Brian was my ex and was the sole example and definition of where the term ‘ex’ came from. I had recently EXcommunicated that nigga from my life, EXfoliated his touch from every inch of my body, and EXchanged his drama for EXhalation. To make a long story short, Brian dogged me out; but I should have known better, everybody knows ‘Brian’ is a cheating-ass name anyway.

“You lucky I opened the door”, I answered, attempting to circumvent the topic.

“You ready?”, asked Keesh hastily.

“Yea, let me hop in the shower real quick”, I urged.

Keesh: “So thassa no..”

As I walked down the hallway, quickly stripping my clothes off layer by layer, I could hear Keesha already rummaging through the refrigerator, bottles clinging and all. I got out the shower and put my clothes on and then we headed for the mall.

When we arrived, Keesha dragged me to Love Culture. It was like being in a flea market mixed with Fashion Nova, mixed with a level three Rainbow. Basically, it wasn’t my style. I suppose my facial expression gave away my thoughts because as I was thumbing through the garments, Keesha grabbed my arm and said, “C’mon witcho bougie ass”, and lured me out of the store, bag in hand.

“I am not bougie”, I protested as I tried to hold back from laughing. “You know I’m allergic to polyester”.

She rolled her eyes and we found ourselves at the threshold of Victoria’s Secret. Now this was more of my speed. Lace teddies, satin robes, silk panties with the matching brassieres, babydolls, sheer French maid units, etc. Yes! I was home. Like most women, I enjoyed dressing up in my lingerie; it’s just that more recently I was finding fewer and fewer reasons to do so. I wasn’t exactly thrilled about buying lingerie for a party, but who was I to go against the dress code?

Keesha asked me what was my price range so that she could “help” me find something to wear and I mistakenly told her that I had an Angel’s Credit Card. I could see the emerald dollar signs illuminate in her eyes as her pupils dilated at the thought of having no spending limit. I knew I had fucked up. Several wardrobe changes later, I’d found my outfit for the evening. Either I actually liked what was selected for me, or I’d just given in and gotten tired of all the different materials and hypo-allergenic panty protectors rubbing my coochie the wrong way.

I parted ways with Keesh and planned to meet back up with her later on before the party. When I got back home, the house still smelled like the weed I had smoked earlier. I’d completely forgotten that I was high that day; that was one of the many effects that weed had on me. As I reached my room, hoping to duck off for an hour or two, Jordyn caught me in the hallway and started to tell me the story she told me every other week. Her nigga wasn’t acting right, blah, blah, blah.. And that’s not to say I didn’t care, because I did. Jordyn was my girl - we go back to St. Andrews Jr. High; but I had been hearing about this dusty nigga Robert for the past two years and was completely over it at this point.

Jordyn: “…yea girl so what you think?.. Hellooo? Riley!”, demanded Jordyn.

Everything she’d said since she got my attention fell on deaf ears.

“..Huh? Aw yea girl, fuck ‘em”, I managed to utter, pretending that I had been listening. That was a classic response and the closest and most general statement I could think to say, next to “that’s wild”. Everybody knows that when you say “that’s wild”, you’re not listening.

“Come out tonight with me and Keesh. We going to some pajama party on the north and Keesh knows the promoter so we not paying to get in”, I advertised.

Jordyn: “… I don’t know. I was probably gone stay in and catch up on my shows”, she reasoned.

“Really, Jordyn? Catch up on your shows? We can do that on Sunday after church like we always do. Go find something to wear! Victoria’s Secret is having a sale if you don’t have anything!”.

Jordyn: “Girl, I aint got no Victoria’s Secret money!”

“You’re right, Love Culture is more your speed”, I teased. We both laughed and she headed out for the mall and I to my room to take a nap. I was so exhausted and slipped into a mild kush coma.

I woke up, looked around for my phone, saw that it was 8:30pm, and went right back to sleep. I was trying to fight it, but the slumber was so satisfying - I couldn’t help but to submit to it.

Shortly after, I woke up again. A tickling sensation ventured up the side of my leg, past my knee, reaching my inner thigh, and finally halting at the folds in my skin most closest to my center. I could feel my warm hands getting lost in my creases. I slowly dilated my legs, allowing my hands to rest comfortably between them. I lie there, groping my breasts, pretending that my hands were his. I reached down and slid two fingers between my lips and wildly rotated them until I could feel the sensation of arousal. I slowed down to a carousel speed just as I was about to cum. I wanted to tease myself; at least that’s what I imagined Jake would do. I imagined he would pull my hair, so I grabbed myself by my thick wavy locks and tugged. I instantly got wetter. I inserted my longest digit while my index finger fondled my clit. I could feel myself about to arrive and although there was no one else in the room with me, I softly whispered, “I’m about to cum, I’m about to cum”. It grew to more than a whisper and before I knew it, my legs were cold from the soaked sheets. I rolled over onto my stomach and caught my breath.

I retrieved my panties from off my bedroom floor and headed for the bathroom to freshen up and get ready for this evenings festivities. No less than three minutes of me being in the bathroom, Jordyn bursts in all giggly and shit.

Jordyn: “Look what I found!”, she shrilled. It was a rose gold lace teddy with the heels to match.

“Oh my gosh, that’s bomb! Where’d you find that!?”, I questioned. She knew rose gold was one of my favorite colors, mostly because of how flattering it was on my sienna skin tone.

Jordyn: “..somewhere that’s more my speed",she sassed.

I pouted and negotiated a few unworn items in my closet, along with the lingerie that I’d bought earlier that day for her teddy. I was thrilled and actually couldn’t wait to go to the party. We finished getting ready and headed over to my Aunt Bernadine’s house to pick up Keesh.

Low and behold, once we’d gotten there, Keesha wasn’t ready. I opted to stay in the car and wait because I’ve found that when someone knows you’re outside with the car still running and you’re waiting on them, they tend to move a little faster. If you go in and wait, they think you have the time to spare or to get comfortable; two things that I did not have. Three songs later, my patience was thin and my nerves were few. Jordyn and I decided to go in and put some fire under Keesha’s ass. So much for my theory about waiting in the car.

Before we walked in, I had to give Jordyn the same rundown that I’d given her and anyone else that was not familiar with Aunt B’s house, before.

“Look, my Aunt Bernadine is nosey and outspoken and my Uncle Ray likes to act like he’s blind and pinch your ass and act like he was reaching for his cane. You ready? Let’s go.”

We walked up to the front porch and the boards under our feet creaked so loudly that there was no need to knock. I could hear Aunt B call out from behind the screen door,

“Keesha! Riley nem here. C’mon in y’all!”

As soon as we walked in, she started up.

Aunt B: “Hey Riley”, she said suspiciously. “How you been girl? Still workin’ for the man? ..puttin’ cigarettes in our black baby’s hands and liquor stores on our corners?”, she asked accusingly.

“Auntie B, that was ONE campaign, THREE years ago and there weren’t even any black people in the ad.”, I said defensively.

Aunt B: “Eggs-actly!”, she interrupted before I could even finish my sentence. “No blacks in the ad. As if that’s any better”.

Keesha appeared at the top of the stairs and yelled for us to come up. It was as if she could sense my agitation with her mother. As we were walking up the stairs, Aunt B yelled after us and said,

“Yo daddy still at home UNEMPLOYED while my sister going to work everyday?!”. It sounded more like a statement than a question. But I answered her anyway.

“He’s RETIRED Aunt B, not unemployed.” Man I couldn’t stand her hating ass.

We got to Keesha’s room and surprisingly, she was ready. Apparently, this entire time, she was waiting on the promoter to text her back about putting our names on the list. Personally, I didn’t like the sound of waiting on a promoter to put my name on a list but if I knew anything, I knew that Keesha was plugged, and more importantly; I knew how cheap my cousin was. She was not about to pay to get into a party.

Keesha opened the bottom drawer to her dresser and pulled out a fifth of 1800 Tequila. I cringed at the sight of it. I can’t remember a time that I’d drunk tequila and actually remembered the night before. It made me emotional and horny and those two things together can be deadly. I proceeded with caution. Two shots in and I decided that I didn’t want to be irresponsible that night and made a conscious decision to NOT get fucked up. Jordyn, being the responsible person that she was, offered to drive my car because she wasn’t drinking for whatever reason.

Keesha got the text confirming our free entry that we had been waiting on and we headed out. By this time, Aunt B and Uncle Ray were already in their room for the night so I didn’t have to worry about hearing any of her sideways remarks on our way out.

We pulled up to the spot. No, literally, the club was called, “The Spot”, and parked around back. I made sure Jordyn backed in because you never know if you’re going to have to make a quick getaway. ESPECIALLY on the north side!

When I stood up and got out the car, I felt myself get a little lightheaded. I began to add up the number of shots I’d taken that night in my head..two in Keesha’s room.. one on our way to the car.. well one and a half because Jordyn’s baby ass barely touched hers.. and one at the stoplight ‘cause my jam came on. Okay, so carry the one.. that’s about five. I’m good. I knew that it wouldn’t be wise to drink anymore that night so I asked Jordyn to make sure I didn’t get too lit.

We walked past the line and got right in. I could feel the jealousy radiating off the bystanders as they sized us up along the way. We were led to VIP by Keesha’s connect and to my surprise, the venue was actually decent. It wasn’t hot and muggy, but more importantly, even though everyone was half naked and dancing, it didn’t even smell like ass! I was impressed.

We sat down in an all white section and bottle service had already been delivered. Keesha poured three shots of VSOP Hennessy, one for each of us. I was reluctant to drink mine. There are two reasons why I was hesitant on taking this shot: 1. It would put me at six shots for the night, even though I didn’t even feel drunk. And 2. I had already been drinking light.

“Keesh, should we really be drinking dark? I mean, we’ve already been drinking tequila”, I yelled over the music.

She looked at me dead n the eyes and knocked her shot back. What a savage.

Keesha: “Thassa myth cuz. Now drink that shit”, she urged.

I obediently followed suit and drank. Keesh grabbed me by the arm and pulled me out onto the dance floor. I looked back at Jordyn, pleading with my eyes that she would save me; but she failed me and only smiled a devious smile that told me she knew exactly what kind of night we were in for… a “cousin Keesha” type of night. One of her reckless nights that my momma would usually call me gossiping about the next day.

We maneuvered our way though the crowd, unmarked hands grabbing at our asses and tugging at our silk robes as we slid by, and came to a standstill right in the middle of the party. Great. The middle of the crowd is the worst place to be, in my opinion. The DJ dropped a slow record and I nervously looked around as everyone around me was partnering up and grinding on one another. Including Keesha. She got snatched up quick. I could feel the wolves’ eyes on me as I helplessly looked for a way out. I was definitely feeling all six of those shots by now. Beads of sweat trickled down my back so I loosened my robe and let it drop to my waist, exposing my rose gold lingerie. I could almost immediately feel the difference in the room’s temperature.

I looked around and caught the gaze of this fine amber skinned man across the room. Unforgetful that I was half naked in a party, I imagined that this is what Diamond felt like that first night she danced at the Player’s Club.

The stranger made his way across the room, his eyes never breaking our mutual stare. We had an unspoken agreement that when he reached me, I’d give him a dance and possibly a little conversation. But as he got closer, there was something familiar about his strut.. and those broad shoulders. Oh shit! What the hell was he doing here? It was JAKE!

TBC

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