#sticky situation ;;

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ducati 2025 || sticky

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Sticky Situation- Part 9

Part 8

Hero woke up in an all-too-familiar situation. Inside a pod, squeezed in with expanding foam from all sides, not to mention a large, heavy gag made up of too many layers. This pod felt different somehow. For one thing, the foam was ice-cold, which would’ve been nice if it wasn’t being used as a restraint. Through the little window, they could see that they had been moved to an operating room of some kind. In addition, they could see some kind of tube connecting their pod to another one directly across from them.

A door opened, and Assistant came into view, being roughly escorted by henchmen on either side. They had been gagged just as heavily, and their wrists had been secured with industrial tape. Scientist came in next, followed by Supervillain.

“Nice to see you again, Hero,” Scientist said in a chipper voice.

“Unlike your usual arrangements, we’ve placed you inside a device that will allow us to extract your cryogenic essence. Imagine yourself as a little ice battery. You’ll power the participant inside the pod across from you, giving them a share of your abilities. Of course, this is all theoretical. Accidents can happen, which is why we need to take every precaution. Enter our first volunteer!”

The henchmen wrangled Assistant into the other pod, ignoring their very muffled screams. Hero’s eyes went wide.

“MMMM!! MM-MM!” they protested at the top of their lungs.

The sound barely carried out of their packed mouth. Scientist giggled, shaking their head.

“This is happening, Hero, and there’s nothing you can do about it,” Supervillain said, “begin Operation Worker Bee 0-0-1.”

Scientist nodded. The pod door was closed, and expanding foam was dispensed into the small space. Assistant screamed, thrashing around as much as they could. Fear shone in their watery eyes.

Scientist’s finger hovered over a large, hexagonal button. The button that could either give Assistant Hero’s powers, or more likely than not, turn them into a frosty corpse. Something snapped inside Hero, and fire kindled in their eyes. Frost rapidly spread over the pod, obscuring Hero’s face from view. A few moments later, and the entire device shattered in all directions. When the dust settled, Hero stood in the center of the mess, glaring daggers at Supervillain.

Scientist tapped Supervillain’s shoulder nervously.

“They- they’re not supposed to do that,” they said quietly.

Something glinted in Supervillain’s eyes.

“Well, you finally learned how to=“

An ice beam cut Supervillain off, sending them into the wall.

Scientist stood frozen for a moment, before snapping out of it.

“Uh, agents… agents!! Take care of Hero… now!!”

Hero tapped the gag with their finger, letting ice spread through the whole thing until it turned cold and brittle. They spat out the remainder of the frozen, rubbery substance. Scientist watched it shatter on the floor.

“Let. Them. Go.” Hero growled.

One of the henchmen came up from behind Hero, taser in hand. Hero grabbed it with an icy fist, flipping it around and jamming it in the poor soul’s gut. The henchman screamed as they crumpled to the floor. The other henchman? Hero only had to give them a murderous look and they were bolting from the room.

Hero stalked over to Scientist, icy energy in their fists. Scientist scrambled back until their back hit a wall. Hero breathed frost in their face.

“I said. Let them go.”

Scientist nodded, their glasses foggy from Hero’s cold proximity. They scurried over to Assistant’s pod and pressed the button that would release them.

Assistant tumbled out, whimpering. Hero caught them and removed their gag.

“You okay?” Hero asked.

“Be-beh-“

“What? What is it?”

“BEHIND YOU!”

Hero whirled around much too late. Supervillain knocked them back with a punch. Hero sailed across the room into another wall.

“Do you know why I’m a beekeeper, Hero?” Supervillain asked, stalking toward them.

Hero sat up in a daze, their head pounding and spinning.

“Because I hold the life of the hive in my hands,” Supervillain said, “you may think you’re in control, but-“

Supervillain yanked Hero up by their neck, squeezing. Hero gasped for air, grasping at Supervillain’s hand.

“-I’ve always been in charge here.”

Darkness encroached on the edges of Hero’s vision. They just had time to see Assistant approach with a needle before Supervillain dropped them unceremoniously to the ground.

Supervillain rounded on Assistant, but there was already a syringe in their shoulder.

“Oh Assistant,” Supervillain drawled, yanking the drug from their skin, “you really think that dosage will stop me?”

Assistant staggered back. Hero wobbled to their feet. Supervillain prepared to strike their cousin, when they stumbled.

“I-I didn’t expect Hero’s dosage to stop you at all,” Assistant said, “but I thought, maybe, the entire vial would?”

“Are you insane!?” Supervillain slurred, dropping to the floor, “you could kill me!”

“Well, uh, the good news is, Scientist can save you?” Assistant offered uncertainly.

Hero nodded, striding up and towering above Supervillain.

“Funny thing about bees, Supervillain,” Hero said darkly, “if enough of them sting you, the venom could prove lethal.”

Supervillain glared up at them just before their eyes fluttered shut.

“Nice save,” Hero said.

They looked down at Supervillain’s form.

“You didn’t really- I mean- are they gonna…?”

“No,” Assistant laughed, “I only gave enough to knock them out for a couple hours. I just wanted them to feel as afraid as I did these past few days.”

Hero blinked, then smirked.

“You cunning little trickster,” they said.

Alarms rang out throughout the room, and probably throughout the rest of Organization’s building. Oh, right, that henchman that got away.

“You ready?” Hero asked.

“For what?” Assistant asked back.

Hero handed Assistant the taser they had taken.

“For a fight,” Hero said.

Part 10

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[newblvotg]

[draconic-ichor]

[xo-zozo]

sticky situation: um so idk how to feel about gracie 💀

[slutforsophienelisse]

guys are we silly

[dolores-hazy]

I spent the day waiting for a text back. He responded 26 hours later. Said work was crazy but he's been online on instagram every hour today (I checked because I missed him) In these 26 hours I convinced myself it's over and I won't date for a few months once he has the guts to be honest about cutting ties :) I don't know. He met my parents and they love him. But I don't know if I do. How do you make a poem out of this mess?

Markedly out of touch

Enmeshed meddling parents

Bestowing their blessing

Mind and heart undisciplined

Messy without further reflection

Do I want what I think I want

Because it's expected I should?

Or is my desire there too

Somewhere beneath the rubble?

Bubble up to the surface, truth

Guide me intently through tension

Fit to be tied, tired of fumbling

Feeling like a bumbleheaded fool

Perhaps I'm waiting for permission

But there's freedom in stumbling

Without always seeking forgiveness

[realityreaperr]

Bridal Party is OFF!

I don’t know what to say…. I always dreamed of this day and wearing my beautiful dress with my beautiful friends… this should’ve been the happiest day of my life—or one of them! (i have many planned events in the future) I assembled my bridal party of many elite colleagues and peers of my life. The best of the best. Everyone who didn’t make the cut had to be executed. Turns out my bridal party was SCHEMING AGAINST ME??????? When I walked in an expected a surprise greeting, or maybe idk. A welcoming? They just stood there in their matching dresses (MY STYLIST CHOSE) and beckoned me deeper into the room. When I complied they took shanks out hidden under their dress and threatened me?!?? Telling me it was a taste of my own medicine and the jig was up and they didn’t want to deal with my abuse of power any longer. Okay. Well great. Now I’m probably NOT getting married…or it would be a LAME one with NO members . NowI’m trying to decide if I should flee the country or accept negotiations to be taken into prison . Thoughts??? Help??

[lit3rally-m1ke-whlr]

sticky situation....

oh MY GID I JUST REALIZED WHAT YOU MEANT IM SORRY I KNOW . I SAID I DONT LIKE GRACIE BUT UNFORTUNATELY HER MUSIC IS TOO GOOD FOR NO REASON I CANT NOT LISTEN TO IT. TRUST ME I FEEL BAD ENOUGH ABT IT ALREADY 😭

[shirozen]

Walking into a sticky situation

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Sticky Situation- Part 8

Part 7

@laffy-taffy-creations I'm tagging you because you're gonna wanna read this!

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"I'm in," Hero said, "what now?"

"Take a left at the end of this hallway," Assistant's voice crackled in Hero's earpiece.

Hero did as they were told. They crept through Organization's maze of corridors while Assistant instructed them from their makeshift computer setup in their car.

"You should be reaching the central cortex," Assistant said, "do you see a pair of doors with a keypad?"

Hero saw them, along with two long shadows. They ducked behind a wall as two henchmen passed. They waited until their footsteps faded, then approached the doors.

“Yep,” Hero said.

“Okay,” Assistant continued, “punch in code 4-4-8-3.”

Hero did that, and the doors slid open with a whooshing sound. Hero entered the central cortex.

“Now what, Assistant?”

Hero was only greeted by crackling and static.

“Assistant?”

Hero put a finger to their earpiece.

“Assistant, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t think they can hear you.”

Hero’s blood ran cold- colder than usual. They turned to see Supervillain approaching them as two henchmen closed the double doors, locking them inside.

“You did very well,” Supervillain praised, “you reached the central cortex much faster than I thought you would.”

Before Hero could move, they felt a pinch in their neck. A numbness began to spread throughout their entire body. The two henchmen caught Hero before they could crumple to the ground. They deposited them in a chair covered in restraints. The henchmen started strapping Hero in, though it really wasn’t necessary, as whatever Hero had just been darted with made them unable to move at all.

“Now that I have your attention, Hero, I have a question for you,” Supervillain said, “how much do you know about beekeeping?”

Hero blinked. That… was the last thing they were expecting to hear.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Hero asked.

“Just answer the question.”

Hero knew by now not to test Supervillain.

“I, uh, beekeepers take care of the bees?”

“Honeybees to be specific.” Supervillain amended, “Apis mellifera Linnaeus, or, the honeybee, is a remarkable little insect. Like humans, they are a eusocial species. Unlike humans, however, honeybees are known to have swarm intelligence, also known as a hive mind. This collective mentality allows the colony to thrive and keep the hive running. The most important bee is of course, the queen bee. She has the power to determine every action of the hive, via pheromones that only she can secrete. It’s the beekeeper’s job to make sure that the hive has a good queen.”

Supervillain paused, smiling to themselves.

“The bees crave subjugation you see. Much like humans. Without a leader, the colony would die. Without control, the colony would cease to operate. This would of course cause environmental collapse and the ramifications of that would likely be irreversible. Therefore, control is life-sustaining, but resistance is unequivocally destructive.”

Hero glared; they weren’t sure what Supervillain was getting at, but they were definitely sure that it wasn’t good.

“The only issue is… humans don’t know what they crave. They keep trying to find what’s missing, all the while resisting what would satisfy them. That’s where you come in.”

Supervillain turned to the giant computers in front of them. They typed in a code, pulling up the plans to create an army of cryogenically enhanced super-soldiers.

“I am the beekeeper, you see, and you, Hero, are the queen I have chosen. With your powers, I will send my worker bees to assimilate the rest of the world into the hive.”

Hero’s eyes went wide. This is why Supervillain wanted them the whole time.

“Get them ready,” Supervillain said, “and bring Assistant. We’ll need to start human trials soon after all.”

Another dart was injected into their neck, and Hero’s world went dark.

Part 9

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[pinkyberet]

Sticky Situation (Gacha Hello Neighbor)

Nicky Was Being Chased By Theodore, Taunting Him That He Couldn't Chatch Him, Untill... *SPLAT* Nicky Didn't Notice A Fairly Large Puddle Of Glue In Front Of Him That He Now Tripped And Landed Belly First Into It. With No Power To Break Free. Thoedore Finally Caught Him. Thoedore's Now Giving Nicky 2 Options: 1, Get Him Out Of The Glue And Force Him To Stay Of His Property, Or 2, Refuse To Do It And Stay Trapped In It Forver.

Although In Hello Neighbor Glue Only Slows You Down, I Imagine More About You Actually Getting Stuck In It, Especially Off Guard While Being Chased :3

[1nd3p3nd3nt]

- Nie wygląda to dobrze, musi Pana strasznie boleć ale widzę, że jest Pan Twardy...

~Kochana, jestem po takich przejściach, że nie pozostało mi nic prócz bycia "twardym", a ból to mam w sercu po jej odejściu...

[rosielindy]

Question for my fellow travelers… if you are staying in an airbnb and happen to open a bedside drawer and see a previous occupant’s lube, do you:

1. Shut the drawer and never speak of it again?

2. Suit up with proper protection and properly dispose of it?

3. Leave a note for the host that they might want to check the drawer and it’s not mine?

4. Some other option I haven’t described (please elaborate)

[bisexualbaker]

Oh jeez, that sounds rough.

@embervoices, thank you for remembering to ask for sources! That's something I need to get better at doing.

@ghostgirl118, thank you for doing the asking and sharing his response. Hopefully someone out there was recording the live stream and can share a relevant clip, or would be willing to record and ask under similar circumstances. I'd love for it to be a misunderstanding of some sort, or for him to have changed his mind/matured after a knee-jerk reaction, but I'm not holding my breath.

Honestly, with all the tradwife cooking trash circulating, it only makes me love B Dylan Hollis more for baking vintage recipes while being openly gay, making sexual jokes, and screaming at the ingredients. He's the antithesis of every soft-spoken cishet woman cooking for her husband and children. You don't have to be an idyllic cottagecore housewife to cook.

[alligator09]

SONG ANALYSIS TIME!

Song: Packing It Up - Gracie Abrams

I hope that you get everything you could ask for

The cold side of your pillow, a real break for once

Good peppermint tea with cool wind on the drive home

With no traffic for miles, for spring to come

The speaker is whishing someone well

I swear that I wasn't looking for much

But that's just when you happened

That's right when you happened

Got so damn close to packing it up

But that's just when you happened

And then you happened

(Then you happened)

The speaker was close to running away or leaving their life behind until someone came into their life and made them change their mind

Now I'm red in the face, and shy all of a sudden

You move, I move, it's something, you fit perfectly

And replace every game, you push none of my buttons

And hold me through the morning, kinda new for me

The person that came into the speaker's life makes them act differently, but in a positive way, they make their life better

I swear that I wasn't looking for much

But that's just when you happened

That's right when you happened

I got so damn close to packing it up

But that's right when you happened

Mm, then you happened

Mm, then you happened

(Mm-hmm)

The speaker was perfectly happy with leaving until their person convinced them not to. They were never looking to stay

I hope that you get my dark sense of humor

Sunsets in the summer with my family

Don't stop talking to me, maybe stay here forever

We could die here together, I'd do it happily

The speaker hopes that their person picks up certain traits from them as they did from their person

I'll hold you, I'll know you

I'll never leave out the back door

And I'd love to complete you

Hope you get all you could ask for

The speaker promises to not leave their person and to not upset them

Cause I swear that I wasn't looking for much

But that's just when you happened

That's right when you happened

Got so damn close to packing it up

But that's right when you happened

Mm, then you happened

And I swear that I wasn't looking for someone

But then you happened

Mm, then you happened

Got so damn close to packing it up

But that's when you happened

And then you happened

The speaker is happy that they stayed because they met their person. They are happy that their person found them. They want to continue staying. They are finally content in their life.

Hope yall enjoyed this one! I love this song so much, so this was loads of fun to make. I'm going to try to do these every day, but i will be on vacation the rest of this week, so idk count your blessings ig.