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TF MTMTE: Tight SpacesMore Like This
Tight Spaces
Misfire/Fulcrum
Warning: fluffy gay robots
A chunk of the rock they were hiding behind exploded from a blast, showering them with debris. As the dirt and grime rained against his frame, Fulcrum lost what little composure he'd been clinging to.
"Ohslagwe'regonnadie," the technician moaned, curling tightly into the tiny shelter, burying his face in his hands. "We'regonnadie we'regonnadie."
"Pffft, you sound so funny when you're panicky," Misfire said cheerfully as he huddled closer. "I don't think you should be this panicky, though. This level of panicky should be reserved for, y'know, if you make that weird whistley noise aroun
Sollux x Reader - Radioactive [Sadstuck]More Like This
The world around you is slowly disappearing.
The nuclear explosion, it was huge, but it happened so long ago...
Why was it ruining you now? How could it be?
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Exhale.
You were almost hyperventilating, trying to keep yourself from breathing in the fumes.
“[Name], calm down...” Sollux muttered to you, even though he was breathing the same way. He put an arm around you as the two of you sat under a tree, at least attempting to regain the breath you lost.
You swallowed hard, trying to bring your brain to construct a sentence. “I-I can’t... what’re we going to do...?” Your words ca
Sta.sh
