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ăăđ đđđđđ on đŹreating your first mÍaÍzÍeÍ ÍrÍuÍnÍnÍeÍrÍ reality ăă ă written by a sixteen year old who ăăăăwanted to shift to TMR when she was twelve
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ăwell i sure do wonder why you're reading this , is it perhaps because you want to shift to the maze runner reality ? or is it because you are sooo bored that you will ready anything that is given to you right now ? well , if it's either of the above , or even a secret third option , i'm glad you're here ! enjoy the guide !
ăi. ă faqă
ăăwhat even is the maze runner ? if i shift here , what can i expect ? is it more on the dangerous side ? do i have to be a boy to shift to the maze runner ?
ăăhmm good questions ! first of all , i'd like to mention something before we start . a little synopsis on the maze runner if you will . basically , thomas wakes up in the box , almost gets killed by ben ( who was a runner who got stung by a griever ) , teresa comes up in the box , chaos happens , maze doors don't close , grievers raid the glade , people die , the gladers escape the maze , and other background details that i definitely glossed over !
ăăi guess that knocked out the first question , right ? anyways , moving on !
ăăwhat can you expect if you shift here : danger , friendship , hard work , passion , and whatever your heart desires ! it's your dr , do what you want with it ! but please , please , PLEASE make sure you know what you're getting yourself into when you shift here . this . will . be . YOUR . life . this won't be the books or the movies , this will be your LIFE .
ăăand do you have to be a boy when you shift ? that is such a silly question to ask , i'm sorry . but yeah , you do NOT have to be a boy when you shift . remember teresa from above ? yeah , she's not a boy . there's some ideas below for what you can do with your drs , if you need some brainstorming juice .
ăii. ă warnings , bright red warningsă
ăăthis is an emphasis on the bolded words from the section above . no matter how much you alter your reality , this is the maze runner . you're stuck in a place with a bunch of strangers , no memories , four walls trapping you in . there are monsters , evil , vile , vain monsters out there . ones you hope you don't cross paths with . you will see things you don't want to see , hear things you don't want to hear , and oh my god , you WILL smell things you wish you never smelt .
ăăokay , this might have been an overdramatic emphasis , but seriously . please . know . what . you . are . getting . yourself . into . this isn't a fanfic on wattpad or a blurb on tumblr , ok ? understood ? good ! let's continue .
ăiii. ă slang . terminology . shank ??ă
ăăwhen you wake up with no memories of your past life and only basic facts , you will create your own slang . introducing you , to the glader's slang and other terminology that would be helpful to be aware of !
ăăGÍLÍAÍDÍEÍRÍ ÍSÍLÍAÍNÍGÍ
ăăăăklunk - crap ăăăăshank - friend ăăăăslim it - shut up ăăăăgreenbean/greenie - new arrival in the glade ăăăăjacked - messed up in the head ăăăăkeepers - leaders of a particular job
ăăMÍIÍSÍCÍ
ăăăăglade A - the ' boys ' group ăăăăglade B - the ' girls ' group ăăăăthe flare - the disease spread over the world ăăăăthe cure - cure for the disease ăăăăW.C.K.D / WICKED - organization who put the kids in the glade ăăăăcranks - people who are infected by the flare ăăăăgrievers - monsters in the maze
ăiv. ă ( key ) locations in the gladeă
ăăthey don't provide you with a map and a flask of hot tea when you show up to the glade . no , honestly ? they just leave you be as long as you don't act up . but me ? i'll give you the locations , your welcome ! or well , at least the key areas .
ăăfirst , we have the box . the box is where the greenie of the month is sent up . it's a compartment in the floor and it makes the loudest noise ever .
ăăand then we come to the gardens . the gardens . . . are the gardens ? this is where the crops and produce are grown in the glade !
ăăokay , actually you know what ? i'm gonna speed run the locations . the homestead is where the keepers sleep , ONLY the keepers , first in command , second in command . the blood house is where the butcher stuff happens with the animals , the medjack hut is basically a hospital for the gladers . the deadheads is the woods but it has a graveyard in it . the map room is where the runners discuss and has all their resources . the slammer is basically the jail cell or the glader's version of the timeout corner . the kitchens is the . . . kitchen ! done !
ăv. ă rule #1 , everyone plays a partă
ăăi probably mentioned random words above that made zero sense because there were no definitions on them in section three . well , here they are ! the definitions and job information .
ăăfirst in command - leader of the wholeee glade ăăsecond in command - co leader , if that makes sense ? ăăkeeper - leader of the specific job
ăărunner - only people allowed in the maze , trying to find a way out ăămedjack - doctors ăăslicer - butchers ăăcook - cooks ăătrack-hoes - gardeners ăăbuilder - builders ăăbagger - deal with dead bodies ăăsloppers - cleaners , other tasks people wouldn't want to do ăămap-makers - create the maps for the maze
ăvi. ă idea4uă
ăălet's be so for real , it's sometimes hard to come up with who you are and what you want to be in a reality . lucky for you , i'm here ! haha , hey .
ăăidea a .ăăfollow the plotline of the book / movies ! you're the first girl in the glade , or the first boy in glade b .
ăăidea b .ăăyou were sent by W.C.K.D as a warning . the gladers do NOT trust you whatsoever . or they do ! your choice .
ăăidea c .ăăyou're the first person ever to show up in the glade .
ăăidea d .ăăyou were found by the runners in the maze instead of the box , how did you get there ?
ăăidea e .ăăscientist from W.C.K.D sent to the glade , kind of like teresa
ăăidea f .ăăyou've never been in the maze , but the one time you did enter , the grievers seemed to be scared of you instead ?
ăvii. ă misc scriptă
ăă-ăăeveryone has good hygiene ăă-ăăthere are good toiletries in the glade ăă-ăăthe box sends up period supplies every month ăă-ăăthe clothing is comfortable ăă-ăăno bugs ăă-ăăthe food is delicious ăă-ăăif you're immune to the flare or not ăă-ăăyour code ( like newt's is A5 ) ăă-ăăthere are private spots in the glade that's just not the deadheads ăă-ăăyou don't get random illnesses ăă-ăăyou don't get hurt a lot
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The Summer I Become My Own Best Friend đș đ„„ đŽ
highways of my life by lerma de la cruz
You know whoâs going to give you everything you want? Yourself.
You know who always has your back? Yourself.
You know whoâs never going to leave you? Yourself.
This summer is about creating space to feel comfortable in who I am and setting the tone for choosing the right people to allow into my life. Iâm taking the time to invest in myself, not just to be alone, but to trust myself, show up for me, be my own safe place, and my biggest push forward.
Stepping Out of My Comfort Zone âËâčá°
I like to challenge myself. I want to do that more often, but Iâve built this little safety box around me, and itâs hard to break out of. So Iâm taking it one step at a timeâslowly removing the box around me so I can grow.
Go places alone (cafes, beaches, theaters, etc.)
Starting conversations with strangers (and I donât mean randomly going up to people for no reason. I mean if I want to find something out, Iâm usually too shy and just thug it out but now Iâll slowly break out of this)
Wearing outfits and accessorizing the way Iâve always wanted to but been too scared to.
Doing something that scares me just a little
Every time I take a step, I grow, even if itâs seems scary.
Mother Nature is my Home âËâčá°
Nature is so beautiful. Genuinely. It amazes me every time.
Being surrounded by it feels necessary- like a reset. Sometimes all it takes is looking up at the sky to remember how big the universe is, and how small my fears and doubts actually are.
Evening strolls with music or journalling
Taking a book to the park or an open field
Getting sunlight on purpose, to feel alive
Touching grass (literally) when life feels fabricated
Stargazing
Creating intentionally âËâčá°
I want to create habits that feel like home.
Habits, rituals, and routines that help me feel like myself, but also give me a little boost when I need it.
Looking for and trying new recipes
Dancing around my room with no care in the world
Focus periods (just me and my thoughts)
Creating todo and bucket lists
Solo hobbies âËâčá°
Iâve learned that the best way to love being alone is to make the time feel meaningful.
If I can fill it with things I enjoy- like hobbies that bring me peace or joy- then being by myself doesn't feel lonely. It feels full.
Learn a new language (basic French and Korean for me)
Reading (i manifested some new books so summer is on)
Beach trips (manifesting a cute beach bag!)
Crocheting (buying a kit from Amazon)
Catching up on shows and giving new ones a chance
Working out (yes Iâm going to make working out a hobby)
Colouring
Plant identification + gardening (flowers mainly)
Scrapbooking
Hair care (ayurvedic hair growth spray: fenugreek powder, flaxseed powder, rosemary, hibiscus leaves powder, a small drop of jojoba oil)
Baking + trying new recipes completely - (lemon raspberry cinnamon rolls, irish cream pie, whipped honey coffee, ginger ale)
Boundaries that will always put me first âËâčá°
Without boundaries, I move on autopilot. And when I do, I shrink into the girl who just wanted to be seen. But thatâs not me anymore. So I stepped back from anything that made me feel invisible, too much or not enough. I decided to make a list. Not for them. For me. A quiet reminder to only hold onto what feels like love. No more shrinking. I deserve to take up space.
I wonât stretch myself thin just to keep up with everyone else.
If Iâm tired, I rest. No guilt.
If scrolling makes me feel worse, I log off.
Iâm allowed to mute, block, or unfollow without warning or guilt.
Just because someone sees my story doesnât mean they have access to me.
If it feels one-sided, I stop pouring.
If someoneâs presence drains me, I donât force a connection.
I wonât chase anyone for clarity, love, or attention.
I honor my feelings even when others donât understand them.
I donât stay where I feel small or unseen.
I donât abandon myself just to be liked.
If something feels off, I trust that.
I get to choose peace, even if it means disappointing someone.
I donât wait for others to validate my dreams.
Iâm allowed to outgrow people, places, and versions of myself.
I donât apologize for choosing whatâs best for me.
Intentions for the Season âËâčá°
đđŽ Iâll listen to my voice louder than anyone elseâs.
đđŽI will say yes to things that scare me in a good way
đđŽ I will make this summer count
đđŽ This summer is mine
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act like you love me: ch 8
a/n: apologies this is late. i listed the dates to post these chapters before taking into account the changes in my schedule for the summer 𫚠word count: 4k tracklist: behind the light [ fic master list ]
8 - Mostly Professional
WEEK 6 (continued)
Waking up next to Hyunjinâs warm body confirms last night wasnât a dream.
And more than thatâit meant something.
The last few weeks of whatever has been brewing between you hadnât just been in your head. The feelingâthe connection, it was all real.
But that doesnât stop the alarm bells from ringing.
Because no matter how much you wanted it, you donât know if it should have happened.
Still, you donât move away. With one leg draped over his, his arm loosely around your waistâyou stay where you are, letting yourself feel the terrifying comfort of it.
You fit together too well. Like you were made to.
And that scares the hell out of you.
You shut your eyes and press your forehead against his chest, as if the pressure might quiet the panic rising within you.
You were hoping this wouldnât feel like anything. A passing curiosityâŠan itch you both wanted to scratch.
But this? This morning-after cuddling? This soft, sleepy warmth wrapped around you? This feels like the beginning of something. And thatâs a problem.
Youâve worked too hard to let a whispered rumor ruin it all. So has he. You know how the industry worksâpeople love to talk. One careless moment, one slip, and suddenly your name is tangled up in headlines that have nothing to do with your talent.
On-set romances are messy. Theyâre dangerous. Career altering. You told yourself you wouldnât go there. And yetâhere you are.
But itâs not because you were caught up in the heat of the momentâŠnot really. Itâs also not because it felt impulsive or reckless. It wasnât like that at all. It was a slow, inevitable crossing of a line you kept redrawing, closer and closer, until there was nowhere left to stand. You let this happen. You wanted it, even knowing the cost.
It felt that powerful.
Behind you, Hyunjin stirs. His hand slides up your back, and then he mumbles sleepily, âDonât move.â
You bite your lip.
You donât want to.
God, you donât want to.
So, you stay a little longer, letting yourself have this one small, selfish moment. One soft, quiet breath where itâs just you and him and none of the consequences.
But eventually, you do pull away. Slowly. Reluctantly. His arm tightens reflexively before loosening. He shifts to his side and sprawls across the bed as you slip out.
You cover yourself with an over-sized, off-the-shoulder sweater before padding to the bathroom to wash your face, brush your teeth, and to try steadying your thoughts.
In the kitchen, you put the kettle on and lean against the counter, fingers brushing your lips.
Why did it have to feel that good?
It would have been easier if it were bad.
But it wasnât.
It was incredible. The ache between your legs is a traitorâs reminder of just how incredible it was.
But itâs not just the sex. Thatâs what makes it dangerous.
Itâs the fact that itâs too easy to like Hyunjin after peeling back some of his layers. Itâs too easy to want to be around him. Too easy to memorize the way he smiles when he thinks youâre not looking. Too easy to feel wanted when he touches you.
You start telling yourself it can be a one-time thing. A mistake you wonât repeat. Something you can tuck away and forget as soon as you step back on set. You only have a month left of filming and then heâll return to a world of glitz and glamour far beyond the scope of what you ever imagined for yourself. You can get through this.
Your phone rings, pulling you back to reality. You swallow the lump in your throat and glance at the screen. Itâs your agent.
âHey,â you answer softly.
âHowâs everything going?â
âItâs going really well,â you say. And for the most part, itâs not a lie.
âGood, Iâm glad to hear it.â She pauses for a beat. âHave you given any thought to the KBS offer?â
You exhale. Itâs a big opportunity. A shift. But one that could change your trajectory as Hyunjin mentioned last night.
âYeah. Iâll do it.â
âReally?â she sounds surprised. âI was sure Iâd have to twist your arm a little.â
âNoâIâm okay with it. Tell them yes.â
âOkay, Iâll get the contracts drawn up. Weâll need to boost your socials. A few curated posts to grow your following in the days leading up to your appearance on the show.â
âI donât know what to post.â
âDonât worry about it, weâll get the team on it. Oh! Youâve gotten kind of close with Hyunjin, right?â
Your heart immediately starts hammering behind your chest.
âWeâre friends, sure,â you say too quickly.
As if summoned, Hyunjin emerges from the hallway, gloriously naked. Your eyes snap away, heat rushing to your face.
âDo you think heâd be open to some behind the scenes shots? Nothing that gives away the plot, just enough to tease the chemistry. Maybe he can post it as well and tag youâit would give your account a boost.â
You feel like youâre choking.
This. This is why itâs too risky.
Because using him for cloutâpackaging intimacy into contentâfeels like betrayal. Of him. Of yourself. Of what last night meant.
Your agent asking this confirms that a relationship with him would only diminish the hard work youâve put in on your own.
âI donât know. Iâll ask,â you murmur.
âKeep me posted. And rememberârun everything you post through the team first, okay?â
âYeah. Will do. Bye.â
You set your phone down and exhale sharply.
When you turn around, Hyunjin is standing across from you now, pants on but shirtless, a lazy smile tugging at his lips.
You donât want them to, but your eyes trail down the lines of his chest, taking in the way those chiseled muscles taper into his jeans, and that damn slutty waist of his.
"You just gonna run off without saying anything?" he teases lightly, voice still rough with sleep.
You gesture toward the stove as the kettles start to whistle. âIâm making tea.â
âI used your toothbrush, by the way.â
You scrunch your nose. âGross.â Â
âReally? Thatâs too intimate for you? After everything we did last night.â
Touche. It hadnât been once. Or twice. To be honest, youâd lost count after the shower. You devoured each other, over and over.
âI have spares. You could have asked.â
âI wanted to use yours,â he says, stepping behind you. His arms slide around your waist as you pour the scalding water into two mugs.
You catch yourself as you start leaning into his embrace, snaking away from him. "We should...talk.â
You drop the tea bags into the mugs and turn to lean against the counter. You push at his chest gently to create some space between you, and he lets you.
He props himself against the opposite counter, watching you too closely.
"We have to keep things professional,â you begin. âOn set. Around the team. Itâs better if we pretend nothing happened."
Hyunjin's smile fades into something softer, unreadable. "For the project?" he asks, like he already knows the answer.
You nod, feeling the tightness in your chest. âLast night wasâŠgreat, but we both know thereâs no future here. That was the one and only time.â
He tilts his head. âJust âgreatâ?â
âHyunjin.â
âOkay, okay,â he relents, hands raised. âGo on.â
âThereâs too much at stake for both of us,â you say. âThis thingâwhatever this isâit canât go anywhere.â
âShouldnât we get to enjoy our lives, too?â
âIt wouldnât lead anywhere. Thatâs what Iâm saying.â You brush him off. âLetâs just agree to keep it professional.â
âSure,â he says, standing up straight. He starts toward you, and you can feel your heartbeat pick up with every step. âProfessional.â
He stops in front of you, gaze never leaving yours. He lifts your hand to his lips, kisses your knuckles, then higher, brushing your wrist, then your forearm. A shiver runs through you.
You should pull back. You told yourself you would. But instead, you find yourself leaning in, drawn by the quiet pull of him, the way he makes it so easy to forget every reason you had to resist.
"Hyunjin..." you whisper, caught somewhere between warning and want.
âTell me to stop.â
He says it so softly. So dangerouslyâlike he knows that phrase is your kryptonite.
His mouth trails up your arm, to your shoulder, then your neckâeach kiss unraveling more of your resolve.
âTell meâŠâ he murmurs.
But you donât.
You canât.
Your hands wrap around his neck â tugging him closer, needing more. You slide your hands up to his head, rubbing the velvety texture of his hair as you pull him harder against you.
"Just one more tiâ" you start, but his lips capture yours before you can finish.
Your sweater slides off your shoulders, pooling around your hips as he lifts you onto the counter, stepping between your legs. His hands roamâyour waist, your thighs, your backâexploring like heâs reclaiming you. You tilt your head back, granting him more access, and he takes it greedily, kissing a path down your throat.
He lifts you again, arms strong around you, and carries you to the living room. You donât say anything to stop him.
You don't want to.
At the back of the couch, he sets you down and pulls away just enough to look at you. He cups your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek. You meet his eyes, breathing heavy, lips parted in anticipation. He kisses you once more before turning you around. He lifts your sweatshirt, revealing that you didnât bother to put anything on beneath it when you got out of bed.
âFuck, y/nâŠâ he groans.
His hands skim down your back, over your ass, fingers sliding between your legs. He rubs his fingers up and down your slit, feeling how wet you already are as he laces your back with kisses. He works your pussy as if he became an expert in one night, teasing your clit one minute, then fucking you with his fingers the next.
His other hand comes up, groping your breasts, pulling a moan from your throat.
âYou like it a little rough, yeah?â he murmurs into your ear as he pulls at your nipple.
You nod, unabashedly.
Then his hand climbs higherâwrapping around your neck. He doesnât squeeze, just holds, grounding you against his chest as his fingers fuck your pussy. You gasp, body trembling from the overload of sensation.
âDoes that feel good?â he breathes.
âYes,â you pant, hips circling against his hand.
His hand at your neck slides around to the back, and he guides you down until youâre bent over the couch. You hear him drop to his knees behind you and feel his fingers part your cheeks.
âHow am I supposed to stay professional,â he muses, âwhen Iâve already seen this pretty pussy?â
His tongue replaces his fingers, and you push your ass back for more. But before you can enjoy his tongue too much, he slips two fingers back inside.
âYou want me to pretend like I havenât tasted you?â
He withdraws them slowly, then brings them to his lips, sucking them clean.
âIâm not that good of an actor.â
He stands, pushes down his pants, and without hesitation, sinks into you with one firm thrust.
Every thought you had earlier? Gone.
Every rebuttal? Shattered.
Thisâthis is what you want.
Giving your body to him completely.
To cry his name.
To push back against his cock and beg for more.
He grips your hips and fucks you harder. You hold onto the couch to keep yourself steady, meeting each thrust with your own.
You were wrong before.
This will be the last time.
It has to be.
WEEK 7
But itâs not.
The next week slips by in a haze of long hours and secret glances across crowded sets.
You and Hyunjin are getting along better than everâlaughing between takes, moving through scenes with an easy rhythm that has the crew praising your chemistry.
Itâs a dangerous dance youâre playing behind the scenes. Stealing moments when no oneâs looking. Disappearing into one of your dressing rooms under the pretense of running lines when all youâre really doing is touching, tasting, needing each other in a way that feels addictive.
And although it feels like youâre doing a good job of hiding it, you canât tell if Minho and Han are starting to catch on. During a scene where Jae-hoon and the innkeeper share a lingering look, Minho smirks as soon as Chan calls cut.
âShould we leave you two alone for privacy?â he asks, loud enough that you and Hyunjin can hear him.
Han throws his arm around Minho, grinning, âNah, letâs stay. See the good stuff for ourselves.â
You try to laugh it off and scrunch up your face in disgust.
âWeâre just good at what we do,â Hyunjin shrugs it off.
Thankfully Minho and Han leave it at that, but Hyunjin shoots you a wink when theyâre not looking. You shake your head and turn away, clenching your jaw to keep from smiling.
Whatever thatâs going on between you isnât negatively affecting filming. So it feels fine. Like maybe you can get through this while having your cake and eating it too, because you donât want to stop fucking Hyunjin. Sleeping next to him. Laughing with him. Holding him.
Itâs thrilling.
But every time you let it happen again, you always tell yourself it's the last time. That you'll be smarter tomorrow.
You pull the innkeeperâs pants back up while Hyunjin is seated on the couch in his trailer, still shirtless, catching his breath. As you pull the pants up near your ass, he lurches forward, hooking a finger in the belt loop and drags you to him.
âDonât put that away yet,â he says, cupping your ass as he kisses your bare stomach.
âWeâve been ârunning linesâ for twenty minutes,â you say, looking around for your shirt. âWe need to go back.â
He lifts his gaze, locking eyes with you as he nibbles at the soft flesh of your stomach. âBut my dick is still hard.â
You close your eyes, as if not being able to see him will release you from the never-ending temptation that is horny Hyunjin wanting you.
He tugs at the pants, but you hold onto them tighter to keep them from moving. Not one to back down from a challenge, he manages to slip a hand beneath your underwear, his path clear since you havenât buttoned the jeans yet. His fingers find your folds, stroking between them until your hips are rocking towards his face.
âAnd your pussy is still dripping,â he murmurs.
You place your hands on his head, wishing his hair wasnât buzzed off so you had something to grip. You palm his forehead and push until heâs leaning back against the couch, but his fingers are still on you.
You grab his wrist, but he doesnât still his movements, and you canât stop the moan that falls from your lips.
âDonât make me put you in timeout, Hyunjin. Stop.â
He doesnât play around when that word comes out of your mouth.
He sighs, reluctantly removing his hand. âWhat if I canât?â
âYou just did?â you counter, buttoning up your jeans.
âNo, I mean in general,â he says, reaching for his shirt to pull over his head. âWhat if I canât stop wanting you?â
Youâve asked yourself that very question.
Is it normal to want someone this much? Is it just infatuation onset by the close proximity and the developing emotions of the characters youâre playing? Will these feelings fade when filming ends?
You lean back against the vanity as you button up your shirt. âHave you ever done this before?â
âSex?â he sasses, pulling his briefs back on.
You look around the vanity for something to throw at him, but thereâs nothing.
âWith a co-star.â
âNo,â he says softly. âI havenât ever wanted toâŠbefore you.â
You mull over that for a moment, letting his words wash over you.
âDo you think this is only exciting because itâs a secret weâre hiding from everyone?â
Heâs quiet as he considers your question.
âNo,â he says again. âIt adds to it, sure, but I donât think thatâs all this is.â
âIt is,â you say, defiantly lying.
He stands from the couch and closes the distance between you. He leans down so youâre eye to eye.
âBullshit,â he calls you out. âI could never get a good read on you at first, you know that? I wasnât sure if you felt this too, and I wasnât sure if youâd even want to cross this line with me for a million different reasons. But we did. And I like it. And so do you.â
âWhat would your agency say?â you counter, because one of you must remain level-headed.
He leans back at that.
âExactly,â you say in response to his silence. âItâs just fun. Thatâs all it can be.â
He steps forward again.
âSo now Iâm just a good time?â His leans down to kiss you briefly.
âYouâre impossible.â
He grins, pulling his pants back on. âYou love it.â
âI donât,â you shake your head.
Love is too strong of a word. Itâs not allowed in this space.
Week 8
The sneaking around continues. The whispered declarations that this canât work, that itâs just a phase, become fewer and farther between. At some point, you both surrender to the pull. Itâs not a relationshipânot officiallyâbut it feels like more than just sex.
After a late night of filming, you, Hyunjin, Minho and Han go out for dinner. The four of you fall into easy conversation over shared plates and empty soju bottles. You make sure to sit at the opposite end of the table from Hyunjin, and he respects that choice.
Youâre not feeling great, but youâve put on your best face, not wanting to miss out or draw attention. You push your food around your plate more than you eat it, hoping no one notices.
Minho nudges you lightly. âDonât tell me youâre full already. We have another course coming.â
âIâm pacing myself,â you lie with a small smile.
Across the table, Hyunjin meets your gaze for the briefest secondâjust long enough for his eyes to soften, the hint of concern flickering there before he looks away again. He doesnât push. He plays it cool, leaning into the performance of indifference, but every so often you feel his attention on you like a phantom touch.
And once youâre back at the hotel, taking the elevator up, the familiar pull begins. Itâs quietâjust the four of you. Everyoneâs mellow from the alcohol and the long day. Minho and Han are talking about some game theyâre planning to play when they get back to their rooms.
When the elevator dings at your floor, you step out with Minho and Hanâbut then Hyunjin follows, like heâs on autopilot.
Minho arches an eyebrow. âWhere are you going. Mr. Penthouse?â
Hyunjin freezes mid-step. For a second, itâs like the mask slipsâthe man whoâs been sneaking into your bed without hesitation now caught in the act.
You shoot daggers at him with your eyes, trying to will him back inside the elevator. Your heart poundsânot from fear of discovery, but from the weight of realizing how much you want him with you tonight, even though sex is the furthest thing from your mind.
Hyunjin backpedals with a shrug and a crooked grin. âToo much soju. This isnât the top-billed cast member floor.â
The tension in your shoulders ease as he steps back inside casually, like it was nothing, but you both know better. The ache of wanting and not having simmers beneath your skin all the way back to your room.
Your body achesânot just from the long day, but from the dull, persistent cramping thatâs been nagging at you since this afternoon. You hadnât mentioned it at dinnerâat a table full of men. Youâd smiled and laughed and played your part, even when you werenât feeling up to it.
You shower, change into your pajamas and just when youâre curling up in bed, your phone buzzes.
Pastry Princeđ [11:48 PM]: you want to come up?
You hesitate, then start typing.
You [11:50 PM]: Not tonight. Sorry. Iâm kind of dead and cramping.
Thereâs a pause, and you wince at the reply you expect: a thumbs-up emoji, maybe. Silence. Insteadâ
Pastry Princeđ [11:52 PM]: cramping likeâŠperiod cramping?
You stare at the screen, a little surprised he even asked.
You [11:52 PM]: Yeah.
Pastry Princeđ [11:53 PM]: got it. stay put.
You [11:53 PM]: Literally wouldnât move if I could.
No response.
You turn on the TV in your room for some background noise, flicking through the channels before settling on a recently released movie.
Thirty minutes later, thereâs a soft knock at your door.
You pull yourself out of bed to answer it. You open it just a crackâonly to see Hyunjin standing there with a plastic bag clutched in both hands and a very awkward expression on his face.
âDonât judge me,â he says immediately, pushing the door open wider. âI ran over to the convenience store but had no idea what to get.â
He steps inside, kicks off his shoes and walks through the hotel room, turning the corner toward the bedroom. You follow after him, catching him inside unloading the bag on the bed like heâs giving a presentation.
âA heat patch,â he says, placing it down. âTwo, actually. I wasnât sure how long they last. Also got chocolate, ice creamâŠand this rice porridge thing that looked comforting. I donât know. And tea. And water. And, uhââ he pauses, reaching into the bottom of the bag, ââsome ibuprofen.â
You stare at the assortment, warmth slowly flooding through your chest. For a second, you forget about the dull ache in your lower belly. All you can feel is his thoughtfulness. His care.
âYou didnât have to do all this,â you tell him.
But part of you aches at how much you wanted someone to. Because itâs been so long since someone did. With your family on the other side of the planet, youâve learned to manage everything on your own, to pretend any moment of weakness is no big deal.
âI know.â He shrugs, setting the last item down. âBut I wanted to.â
You glance up at him. His face is a little red, and he wonât quite meet your eyes.
You donât know what to say. Not really. So, you just nod, figuring itâs a more favorable response than bursting into tears.
You wanted this to just be sex. Wanted to believe thatâs all it was. But this? This is the part that will break you. This is what makes you start to hope for things you know you shouldnât.
âThank you,â you murmur. âSeriously.â
He smilesâsmall, soft. âGet into bed. Do you want some ice cream?â
You nod again.
You lay in bed, paying more attention to the sound of him moving around in the kitchen than whatâs on the TV. He comes back and you both eat bowls of ice cream together, cross-legged on the bed with a fresh movie playing in the background.
He disappears again when youâre done eating, leaving you with the chocolate and telling you to utilize one, or both, of the heating pads.
When he comes back, he climbs into bed next to you. He situates himself before wrapping an arm around you and pressing your head into his chest. Your body curls into his instinctively.
No kissing. No touching, beyond the warmth of his hand tracing circles around your back.
Itâs the quietest night youâve had together.
And somehow, the most intimate.
a/n: and i OOP. what are these wishy-washy feelings!? how could you resist hyunjin, though? lets be real. more soon -- still adjusting to my summer schedule (and trying to date? who am i rn??) so i may not be able to post for this fic twice a week moving forward since my time is cut down quite a bit.
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Need You Now
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Inspired by the song Need You Now by Lady Antebellum
Warnings: Angst | Emotional Reunion | Healing |
1:17 A.M.
The wine in your glass had long gone warm. You werenât sure if it was your third or fourth, and it didnât matter. The soft glow of the TV lit the living room in flickering shadows, but you werenât watching. The only sound was the low murmur of late-night news you werenât listening to.
You were wearing his sweatshirt. The navy blue one that still smelled faintly like his cologne if you pressed your face into the collarâsomething you swore you didnât do anymore. Something you lied to yourself about.
You werenât okay.
Not really.
You got up. You went to work. You smiled at friends. You laughed when appropriate. You said âIâm fineâ so often it became muscle memory.
But every night, at this exact hour, you felt the emptiness settle into your chest like a second skin.
That was when the phone buzzed on the coffee table.
You didnât move at first. You just stared at it, hesitant.
Bucky
1:17 a.m.
âYou up?â
You read it once. Then again.
Your heart pounded so hard it felt like your ribs would bruise from the inside.
You hadnât spoken in three months. Not since the fight. The one where he shut down so completely it felt like a door slamming shut on your chest.
You had cried, begged, asked him to stay.
He had stood there, jaw clenched, guilt written in the lines of his face, and said, âYou donât understand what I am. What Iâve done. You shouldnât have to love someone like me.â
And then he left.
That night, you sat on the floor for hours, staring at the door.
You hadnât cried like that since your mother died.
And now, here he was. A text. At 1 a.m.
You stared at the screen, fingers trembling.
Then without replying, you rose and crossed the room. You unlocked the door. And opened the window, the one he used to sneak through when the world felt too loud.
Because part of you always knew heâd come back.
1:43 A.M.
The knock was soft. Hesitant. Like he was already prepared for you not to answer.
You didnât give him a chance to knock again.
The door opened to reveal him standing there in the yellow glow of your porch light. A hoodie pulled over his head, hair damp from the fog, shadows under his eyes like he hadnât slept in days.
He looked thinner. Sadder. Like heâd been walking through hell barefoot.
You werenât sure if you were angry or just relieved he still looked like your Bucky under all that pain.
âYou shouldnât be here,â you said softly.
He nodded, eyes scanning your face, your figure, your bare feet on the wood floor. âI know.â
Silence stretched between you like a rubber bandâtaut and ready to snap.
âThen why are you?â
His throat bobbed as he swallowed. His voice came out hoarse, cracked like glass. âBecause Iâve tried everything else. Drinking. Running. Fighting ghosts. And nothingâs worked. Youâre still there. In my head. In my dreams. Every night, I see your face. I hear your voice.â
He hesitated. Looked down. âI couldnât take it anymore.â
You held onto the doorknob like it was anchoring you.
âYou said you needed time,â you reminded him. âYou said you werenât good for me.â
âI thought I wasnât,â he admitted, meeting your eyes. âI thought loving you would hurt you. That leaving would protect you. But Iâve been gone for ninety-four days, and I feel like I left my ribcage behind with you.â
Your chest ached.
âI still wait for your key in the door,â you whispered.
He stepped closer. âAnd I still sleep on the left side. Just in case you walk back in.â
You looked up at him, breathing shallow. âI didnât walk away.â
âI know,â he murmured. âThat was my mistake. The biggest one Iâve ever made.â
The street was silent. Only the distant hum of a passing car. The world had fallen quiet enough to hear hearts breaking.
âBucky,â you said, your voice barely a whisper. âIf you walk in right now, it canât be like before. You donât get to disappear again.â
âI wonât,â he said immediately, firmly. âI donât want to live like that anymore. I thought cutting you out would make me feel in control again. But I lost more than I thought I could live without.â
Another step.
âI lost you.â
You stepped aside. And he walked in.
2:05 A.M.
The room was silent. Just the hum of the fridge and the rain beginning to whisper against the windows.
You stood in the kitchen, barely a foot apart.
He looked around like nothing had changed, and yet everything had. His eyes landed on the framed photo on the shelfâyour birthday last year. You in his arms. His lips pressed to your temple.
âI saw that photo in my head every night,â he said softly. âEven when I didnât want to.â
You leaned against the counter. âI told myself I hated you for leaving. But really, I just hated how empty everything felt without you.â
He moved closer. Gently. Slowly.
âI donât want to run anymore,â he said. âIâve done enough running for a hundred lifetimes. I want to stop. I want to stay.â
âDo you think you can?â you asked, voice trembling. âStay, I mean?â
His hand brushed against yours on the counter. Warm. Solid. Real.
âI donât know how to fix everything I broke,â he admitted. âBut Iâll try every day for the rest of my life to make it right.â
A beat passed.
And then you reached out and touched his face.
His eyes fluttered shut. Like that single act undid every wall heâd ever built.
âI still love you,â you whispered. âEven when I didnât want to.â
âI never stopped,â he breathed. âEven when I told myself I had to.â
You didnât speak again. Not with words.
You kissed him like you were trying to stitch the cracks together. Like your lips could remind him what home felt like. And he held you like you were the only thing left tethering him to this world.
You didnât go to bed that night. You curled up on the couch like you used to, legs tangled, his head buried against your shoulder, your fingers in his hair.
And when you finally slept, it was the first time in months you didnât wake up crying.
Later, he whispered into your neck:
âItâs a quarter after one. Iâm all alone and I need you now.â
You smiled sadly, sleep heavy on your eyelids.
âYouâre not alone anymore.â
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Welcome to Beast's Party
Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.
In a guest room at the castle, an unusual mix of princes and one official were holding a meeting.
Clavis: "I want to throw a party to thank Emma for always working so hard."
Clavis: "The reason I called you all here is to invite you to help me plan that party."
Keith: "I think it's a great idea! I'm inâlet's get started right away!"
Sariel: "I didn't expect such a reasonable suggestion from you. I'm in as well."

Kagari: "If we're throwing a party, we can't forget a mountain of dorayaki. It's a tradition in Kogyoku."
Keith: "Kagari, you know you shouldn't lie, right?"
Clavis: "Thank you, everyone, for expressing your agreement in your own unique ways."
Clavis: "But a plain, ordinary party wouldn't be any fun, so I've come up with the perfect entertainment."
Keith: "Can I take it back and think it over?"
Sariel: "This discussion is over."
Kagari: "I've never been on the performing side before, so let's hear it."
Clavis: "Thanks again for your three very unique responses. Now, back to the topic at hand."
Clavis: "We'll write a romance story together and perform it as a play!"
Clavis: "If anyone refuses, the party will consist solely of weird-colored dishes, and traps will be set up throughout the castle."
Keith: "You really moved straight into the threats there, Clavis."
Sariel: "I can sense a long history of rejected ideas behind this."
Kagari: "Is it because the princess likes reading romance stories?"
Clavis: "Exactly. Both writing the story and performing it are all for Emma."
Clavis: "This is probably a billion times more sensible than my usual proposals."
Sariel: "Not something to brag about, but you're not wrong."
Sariel: "Prince Keith, Prince Kagari, what do you think?"
Keith: "I was a little wary at first, but after hearing the plan, I think it's brilliant."
Kagari: "I'm in too. I've never done this before, but leave it to me. So, what kind of story will it be?"
Kagari: "How about a tale of a dorayaki seller and a samurai? A bloody feud between red bean paste lovers and smooth bean paste lovers."
Sariel: "I'd love to hear how that turns into a romance."
Clavis: "Unique, but a bit too niche."

Clavis: "How about this: A prince is turned into a clay figurine by an evil witch. He goes on a journey and falls in love with a woman he meets. Then, when they share a true love's kiss, she also turns into a clay figurine, and they live happily ever after."
Keith: "Everyone defines happiness differently, but wouldn't this just make Emma cry?"
Sariel: "Rejected. That ending is straight-up horror."
Kagari: "I think it's interesting, thoughâa love story between clay figurines."
Keith: "They're human! Don't let him mislead you!"
Clavis: "It seems the world isn't ready for it yet. I'll save it for my next life."
Clavis: "Keith, let's hear what kind of story you'd come up with."
Keith: "Alright."
Keith: "How about this: A fairy falls in love with a prince, makes a deal with a witch to trade her voice for a human form, and sets off to confess her feelings."
Keith: "But halfway through, her true identity as a fairy is discovered. She makes another deal with the witchâthis time giving up her ears to turn back time to before she was discovered."
Sariel: "This fairy is taking on way too much loss. I'd be seriously worried she's the kind who easily falls for scams."
Kagari: "Keith, are you into tragic love stories?"
Keith: "Not usually, but maybe this time I am."
Clavis: "That one would make Emma cry, too. NextâSariel."
Sariel: "A prince and a princess from enemy nations fall in love, but are torn apart by war only to be reunited in their next life. How's that?"
Clavis: "Bittersweet, but it ends on a happy note. Annoyingly enough, it's not bad."
Kagari: "Clavis, we're supposed to act out the play ourselves, right?"
Clavis: "Of course. I told youâwe'll write a romance story and perform it as a play with this group."
Kagari: "So four guys are going to throw their whole bodies into acting out a love story?"

Clavis: "âŠâŠâŠâŠ."
Keith: "âŠâŠâŠâŠâŠ"
Sariel: "âŠâŠâŠâŠ.."
Keith: "This is starting to sound like a punishment gameâfor both the actors and the audience."
Sariel: "Even imagining it makes my stomach churn."
Clavis: "I can already picture the forced smile on Emma's face. No, this might actually damage my mental state."
Kagari: "In that case, why don't we use that for the play instead?"
Moments later...
Clavis: "Puppets. That's a great ideaâthis way, even with just four of us, we can still put on a romance play."
Sariel: "Still, how did you manage to prepare such intricate puppets in less than a day?"
Kagari: "I made them."
Sariel: "You made them? I must say, I'm impressed by your craftsmanship."
Kagari: "Feel free to keep the praise coming."
Kagari: "This actually takes me back. When I was a kid, I used to make these for fun."
Keith: "Whoa, they move so delicatelyâlike they're actually alive. I could watch this forever."
Kagari: "Seriously, don't hold back on the praise."
Kagari: "Clavis, do you have the script ready?"
Clavis: "Of course. I pieced it together from all the story ideas you suggested."
Keith: "Wait, seriously? That was fast."
Clavis: "I used to write stories for my younger brothers. This was nothing."
Keith: "I used to read stories to my little sister, but I was never good at writing them. You're amazing, Clavis."
Sariel: "Oh? The roles are already assigned, too. How efficient."
Clavis: "Everyone got your puppets? Then let's begin the rehearsal!"
[The Rehearsal Begins]
Cast:
A noble lady on the brink of ruin â Kagari
A pleasure-loving prince â Clavis
The prince's trusted retainer â Sariel
The noble lady's personal butler â Keith
Prince: "It's been a long journey. I'm finally about to see the legendary treasure with my own eyes. Just you wait!" Prince: "Huh? I sense someone nearby. Who's there?" Noblewoman: "Oh my, what a handsome gentleman. Is this love at first sight? May I ask your name?" Loyal Butler: "Milady, this is the 101st time you've fallen in love at first sight. Please show some restraint." Prince: "What perfect timing. Could this meeting have been fate?" Prince: "Do you know of the legendary treasureâthe winged clay figurine? I came here to obtain it." Noblewoman: "It's in our barn." Prince: "I love you. Let's get married right now." Noblewoman: "Yes! I've finally escaped ruin!" Prince's Retainer: "Prince! I've found you!" Prince: "Oops, I've been found. I thought I had sneaked out of the castle unnoticed." Prince's Retainer: "Enough! A wicked prince like you must DIE!!" Prince: "UghâŠ"
Keith: "Okay, maybe let's pause for a second."
Kagari: "The prince just got stabbed by his retainer."
Keith: "There's way too much going on right from the start. My brain can't keep up. What did we just watch?"
Sariel: "This is suspense disguised as a love story. Emma's going to cry."
Clavis: "Because of your terrifyingly convincing performance."
Sariel: "It was strange from the get-go. It felt like the prince was written specifically for you, Prince Clavis."

Clavis: "Because he was."
Clavis: "Kagari's completely flat delivery really highlighted the contrast with the prince's energy. Well done."
Kagari: "My performance was top-tier. Leave the noble lady role to me."
Keith: "Oh, so the retainer stabbed the prince because he was actually an assassin? Yeah, it is a suspense story."
Sariel: "The noblewoman's butler is actually the prince's half-brother. This isn't a romance anymore, is it?"
Clavis: "But aren't you just a little curious about how it ends?"
Keith: "W-Well, yeah. I guess with so much to comment on, it's kind of intriguing."
Kagari: "Who knows? Maybe the princess is actually into this kind of plot."
Sariel: "That's possible. She does love immersing herself in stories regardless of the genre."
Kagari: "Clavis, let's run it from the top. This time, I want to check how the puppets move."
Clavis: "Of course. You and I have the most scenes together, after allâlet's take our time and polish it to perfection."
Clavis: "I'm sure the quality of the performance will move Emma to tears."
Kagari: "I want to see that."
Clavis: "Then we'll keep practicing until it's flawless!"

Sariel & Keith: "âŠâŠâŠâŠ"
Sariel: "There's a lot I want to say about the script, but I don't want to kill his momentum."
Keith: "Yeah. Seeing them so fired up kind of makes me want to try even harder, too."
Keith: "After all, we all want to make Emma smile."
Sariel: "Just this once, I'll turn a blind eye to how ridiculous the plot is and join the rehearsal."
Keith: "You're pretty soft on Clavis, Sariel."
Sariel: "A leftover habit from when I used to be his tutor, perhaps."
â Silvio, Azel, Yves, Leon's side
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Enough to Go By (Chapter 28) - a Shigaraki x f!Reader fic
Your best friend vanished on the same night his family was murdered, and even though the world forgot about him, you never did. When a chance encounter brings you back into contact with Shimura Tenko, you'll do anything to make sure you don't lose him again. Keep his secrets? Sure. Aid the League of Villains? Of course. Sacrifice everything? You would - but as the battle between the League of Villains and hero society unfolds, it becomes clear that everything is far more than you or anyone else imagined it would be. (cross-posted to Ao3)
Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27
Chapter 28
When you wake up, youâre on a gurney, being moved through the halls of UA. Your hands arenât cuffed or tied to the bed, but when you try to sit up, someoneâs hand descends on your shoulder and pushes you firmly down. âYou went into minor cardiac arrest,â an unfamiliar voice says, and when you glance in its direction, you find UAâs Recovery Girl motoring along at your side. âSince we donât know the origin of your heart condition, we have to proceed under the assumption that exertion is a factor.â
You had a heart attack? Whatever happened to Tenko, it must have been bad â and he must be really far away from you right now, because even lying still, your bodyâs under strain. âWhere are we going?â
âA strategy meeting.â Recovery Girl doesnât look at you. She keeps walking, staring straight ahead. âThatâs all I know.â
The rest of the journey passes in silence. You donât recognize the part of UA youâre moving through, or the door that opens to admit you, but once youâre inside, you recognize nearly every person whoâs already in the room. Mitsuko and Ryuhei. Manami. A boy you recognize as Endeavorâs youngest son. Uraraka Ochako, hero name Uravity. Kurogiri, or Shirakumo, whichever of them is in charge of the body at this point. All Might and Midoriya. Some guy you donât recognize with a nine oâclock shadow and a police badge pinned to his shirt. And in a chair next to Kurogiri, arms crossed over his chest with an eyepatch over one eye and a bandaged stum for a right hand, sits Eraserhead.
You really donât know what youâre looking at. âUm ââ
âSaintess, as requested,â Recovery Girl says to All Might. She adjusts your bed to sit you up, then steps through the door after you and shuts it behind her. âIâll remain here, in case she crashes again.â
âCrashes?â Mitsuko repeats. âWhat the hell have you people been doing to her?â
âKeeping her alive,â Recovery Girl says, not a little frostily. âBetween her last medical checkup and when she was taken into custody, Saintess developed a heart condition.â
âReally?â Manamiâs staring hard at you, and you stare back, willing her to keep quiet. You never told Mitsuko or Ryuhei about your quirk, which means that Manamiâs the only one here who could spill the beans. âIs she going to be okay?â
âOnce we figure out whatâs causing it, yes.â Recovery Girl glances briefly at you, then back to All Might. âPerhaps youâd finally like to tell me what this is about.â
âYes,â All Might says at once. âAs you know, the Hero Public Safety Commission was one of the first organizations to be targeted by the Paranormal Liberation Front.â
After what the HPSC did to Kazuo, youâre not shedding any tears over whatever Re-Destro and the others did to them. But Midoriya and All Might are looking at you like it means something, and you donât have a clue. âWhy does that matter?â
âIt matters, because it means nobodyâs officially in charge of the heroes right now,â Midoriya says. âWeâre all trying to work together when we can, but Shigaraki has a quirk that messes with communications equipment ââ
âRadio Waves.â
âYeah, that one. So itâs hard,â Midoriya says. âThereâs not really a strategy right now. Weâre all just kind of ââ
âMidoriya, do you think before you talk?â Eraserhead interrupts sharply. âThatâs not the kind of information you should share with your enemy.â
âNo offense, but they kind of already know,â Ryuhei says, and Eraserhead turns to glare at him. Ryuhei stares back, unfazed, and you spend a ridiculous second wondering what would happen if Eraserhead tried to use his quirk on someone whose quirk automatically bounces things back. âAnybody who watches you guys knows youâre not operating as a group. Not like her boyfriendâs gang of crazies is.â
âThat is true,â All Might agrees hastily. âThe point young Midoriya and I were trying to make is that the lack of centralized authority allows us to take actions that might be â er, frowned upon by a governing body like the HPSC.â
âThatâs why Iâm here,â the police officer says. He looks like heâs about to fall asleep on his feet. âIâve talked over the plan, and in my capacity as law enforcement, Iâm sanctioning it.â
âItâs insane,â Eraserhead says flatly.
âItâs harm reduction,â the officer retorts. âThere are too many lives at stake. Letâs start with what we know.â
Itâs quiet for a second. Then Uraraka speaks up. âSo, um â I talked to Toga ââ
âIs she okay?â you demand at once. Uraraka startles. âIâm sorry. I just â is she okay?â
âUm, it kind of depends. On what counts as okay,â Uraraka says. Her eyes are haunted. âAccording to her, she dropped off the radar on Shigarakiâs orders.â
âAre you sure it was Shigaraki and not All For One?â
âYeah. She said she can tell,â Uraraka says miserably. âShe argued with All For One about something while he was in charge, and the next time Shigaraki got control, he told her to run. He gave her an extra quirk, too â Warp. Thatâs how sheâs been staying ahead of everyone.â
Tomura gave Warp away? Why? âShe says itâs not good with them,â Uraraka continues. âAll For One hurts Tomuraâs body on purpose. Bad, sometimes. She doesnât know why. And when people try to stop All For One â us, Liberation warriors, anybody â he does awful things to them. And he always takes their quirks, even if he says theyâre useless.â
You wait for her to say more, but she looks away, her mouth turning down at the corners. Endeavorâs son speaks up. âMy sister and brother â and my mom â they found a way to get to my oldest brother,â he says. âTouya said that people inside the PLF are giving advanced warnings of the attacks to whichever heroes they can get ahold of. When the warnings are inaccurate, itâs because All For One changes the target at the last minute.â
âWhy did your brother leave?â the police officer asks Endeavorâs son. âWas he also ordered to do so by Shigaraki?â
Endeavorâs son shakes his head. âHe left on his own. Thatâs why he didnât get an extra quirk.â
You wonder who his brother is, but only for a split second. Once it occurs to you, youâre both floored and completely unsurprised. âYour brotherâs Dabi?â
Endeavorâs son nods. No wonder Dabi told you to stay away from Endeavor with the quirk-canceling bullets. His mission this whole time was just to screw over his family? You thought it was actually something important, and hysterical laughter begins to bubble up in your throat. All Might is questioning Endeavorâs son. âDid Dabi leave before or after Toga departed?â
âAfter,â Endeavorâs son says. âToga didnât leave until after what happened with Twice.â
Your stomach drops. You knew he was missing, but Uraraka hadnât talked to Toga yet. What if something worse happened? âWhat happened to Twice?â
âHe lost his quirk,â Kurogiri says. âWe donât know how.â
âAll For One â or Tomura ââ
âIf they had it, theyâd have been using it,â Eraserhead says shortly. âTwiceâs quirk is gone, and Twice himself has vanished. He hasnât been seen in weeks.â
He hasnât been seen. Toga hadnât been seen, either, and Uraraka found her. Dabiâs siblings were able to track him down. Twice could still be out there, still be alive â and quirkless? Thatâs the part you canât wrap your head around. âWhatever the reason, it has become unsafe for the original members of the League to remain at Shigarakiâs side,â Kurogiri says. âAlthough their departures may not have been at All For Oneâs behest, they certainly serve his purposes.â
âKurogiri thinks â and we agree â that All For One is trying to take away the people Shigaraki is fighting for,â Midoriya says. âSo Shigaraki wonât have a reason to fight him any longer.â
âThen you guys really fucked up,â Mitsuko says, which lands about how youâd expect it to with this crowd. âTaking away his friends is whatâs making him insane? How about murdering his goddamn girlfriend? You got us all killed the second you decided to pretend she was dead!â
âSheâs been good for Tomura ever since he found her,â Kurogiri says, except he sounds like Shirakumo now. âItâs â I mean, you guys wouldnât get it, but itâs kind of sweet. Sheâs been around longer than the League has. It always seemed like she calmed him down.â
Uraraka nods. âThatâs what Toga said, too.â
âAnd it aligns with the other reports weâve collected,â All Might says. âWhich is why we are going to give her back.â
Thereâs a sharp intake of breath from at least a few people. It sounds like Eraserhead is choking on his own spit. âYouâre going to â what?â
âWeâll leak information that a high-value prisoner is being transferred,â the police officer says, like Eraserhead didnât speak up at all. âThat information needs to get to Re-Destro or to Spinner without reaching All For One. Do you think Toga would pass this information?â
Heâs looking at Uraraka, who nods warily. âI think she would,â she says, âbut I donât want her to get hurt trying. Iâll ask. Iâll try.â
âThank you,â All Might says. âIf that fails, weâll come up with another plan. Once the leak has occurred, we will attempt to move Saintess from UA to the stronghold at Shiketsu High. That will put her well within the PLFâs reach ââ
âAnd put those responsible for the transfer at considerable risk,â Recovery Girl says, a sharp edge in her voice. âJust who are you planning to send? Havenât we lost enough heroes already?â
âUm ââ Manami actually puts her hand up, and All Might calls on her. âMaybe the PLF shouldnât rescue her. Maybe we should do it?â
âWe?â
âMe,â Manami says. âGentle would help, too â he loves me, and sheâs my cousin. And you ââ
Sheâs looking at Ryuhei. âYeah, Iâm in,â Ryuhei says grimly. âShigaraki knows me and Mitsuko. It wouldnât be hard to believe that weâd try to save her from you all.â
âAnd if youâre the ones rescuing her, we can stage it, and nobody will have to get hurt!â Midoriya looks relieved. âYou three â uh, four â youâll really bring her to Shigaraki?â
âYeah, we will. She didnât have a heart condition when she was with him.â Mitsuko has a good poker face when she wants one, but sheâs been death-glaring every single hero whoâs opened their mouth. âSheâs our friend. Weâll get it done.â
âIt will be dangerous,â Eraserhead says flatly. âShigaraki may be familiar with the three of you, but All For One is unpredictable. Youâre civilians, without training in the use of your quirks for combat. Is that a risk youâre willing to take?â
âSomebody has to take some risks. Things are going to shit out there,â Ryuhei says. He shrugs. âIf this works, I want my record wiped.â
âMine, too,â Manami chimes in. âAnd Gentleâs. We want to open a tea shop.â
All Might nods. âI believe we can arrange that,â he says. The police officer looks like heâs half-asleep, but when All Might asks him directly, he confirms it. âNow, Miss Inada â are there any requests youâd like to make?â
âI donât have a record,â Mitsuko says. She points at you. âWhat about hers?â
âShe hasnât been charged.â
âYeah, but sheâs gonna be. If you all win, youâre going to hit her with ââ Mitsuko glances at Eraserhead, then rattles them off. âTreason, conspiracy to commit treason, assault with a deadly weapon, unlawful possession of a deadly weapon, voluntary manslaughter, and whatever else you cook up for taking someoneâs quirk. If she goes back there to help you out, All For One might kill her. What are you going to do for her?â
âEr ââ All Might and Midoriya both glance at the police officer. âIâm sure we can work something out.â
âWork it out right now.â Mitsuko crosses her arms over her chest. âWeâll wait.â
You wouldnât have thought to hedge your bets in case the heroes win. Mitsukoâs looking out for you, like she did way back when the two of you first met in middle school. All Might and the officer leave the room to talk, and the room falls into quiet, tense discussions. Kurogiri is talking to Eraserhead, and you pick up just enough from the conversation to realize that the people named Hizashi and Shouta are in fact Present Mic and Eraserhead, both of whom heâs known since high school. Itâs beyond strange to think about Kurogiri befriending the two of them.
The conversation doesnât sound too friendly, though. Kurogiri wants to go along with the students to hand you off, and Eraserhead is saying no. âYouâre too great of a threat,â Eraserhead says shortly. âIf All For One recaptured and reprogrammed you, our position would worsen dramatically. Thereâs considerably less risk in sending the villain.â
âIâm a villain,â Shirakumo says. âIs that the only reason?â
âNo.â Eraserâs voice softens. âYamada and I lost you once. We wonât let it happen twice.â
You want to keep eavesdropping on that, but Mitsuko and Ryuhei are on their way over, and you want to talk to them, too. âSince when do you have heart problems?â Ryuhei asks, keeping his voice low. âYou look like shit.â
Manamiâs come over, too. She has a notebook and sheâs writing fast. Itâs her quirk. Itâs like mine but it costs her instead of him.
âYouâre powering him up?â Mitsuko hisses at you. You shake your head. âThen what?â
Manami passes the notebook to you, and you write with a shaky hand. His healing factor. Ryuhei swears under his breath; Manami seizes your free hand in both of hers. The closer together we are, the less it costs me. If Iâm far away â
âThen you have fucking heart attacks.â Mitsuko takes the notebook away from you midsentence. âEvery time a hero blasts him. The sooner we get you out of here, the better.â
You couldnât agree more, but not for the same reason. It doesnât matter what happens to you, but you have to get back to Tenko. You have to help him shake off All For One again. In the silence that falls, a hand sneaks between Manami and Ryuhei to tap your shoulder. âCan I talk to you?â Uraraka asks. âAlone?â
You nod. Ryuhei and Manami duck out together. Mitsuko gives Uraraka a long stare, than glances at you and nods once before following them. Uraraka looks weirded out. âDoes she hate me?â
âHer quirk lets her read peopleâs intentions,â you say. âShe was checking to see what you had in mind.â
âUm ââ Uraraka looks nervous. The hand that didnât tap your shoulder is clenched into a fist at your side. âWe met before, didnât we? I helped you carry your boxes.â
âThat was really nice of you.â
âI would never have thought you were a villain,â she mumbles. âYou donât look like one.â
âWe donât wear big signs that say âIâm evilâ on them,â you say. Wherever Ryuhei and Mitsuko are, theyâre close enough to eavesdrop, because you hear a familiar snicker. âI didnât lie to you. I wanted to know if Eri was okay.â
Uraraka nods distractedly. âHimiko says you arenât like the rest of them,â she says. She calls Toga by her surname when sheâs talking to the others, but her given name talking to you. Maybe Togaâs chances are a little better than you thought. âShe gave me this.â
She opens her hand, and you see your locket resting in her palm. Your throat goes tight. âShe says he gave it to her when she left. To keep it safe,â Uraraka continues. âWhen she found out you were alive, she made me take it. Since itâs yours.â
You lift it carefully out of her hand. It looks kind of beaten up, but when you open it, it swings forward on the hinges just like itâs supposed to. Thereâs the photo of Tenko thatâs been in there for more than a decade, one of the only pieces left of your best friend. And on the other side, which was empty before, thereâs a photo of Tomura.
You donât know who took it, or how Toga got ahold of it, but you know when itâs from â the joint birthday party, because Tomuraâs hair is still wet from the fluid in the stasis capsule and because he looks healthy. And happy. He looks truly, honestly happy, just like he does in the photo from when he was Tenko and no one else.
Youâre not going to cry. Youâre done crying for possibly the rest of your life. âThank you,â you say to Uraraka, and mean it. âToga â is she really okay? Did anything happen to her before she left?â
âI donât know,â Uraraka says. You fasten the locket back around her neck. âShe says you guys are her family, and All For One is hurting her family. But she doesnât know how to â cut him â without hurting Shigaraki, too.â
Itâs so easy to imagine Toga saying it. You can hear her voice, exactly as it would sound, except she wouldnât call him Shigaraki â sheâd call him Tomura-kun, like she always has. The League is her family, and All For Oneâs taking her family away. Itâs not just Tomura heâs hurting. Itâs all of you. And if you can get back to him â if you can help him resist â the PLF still has the upper hand against the heroes. If Tomura can come back to himself, heâs going to win the war.
For the first time it dawns on you the kind of risk these few heroes are taking. Theyâre willing to face Tomura at his full powers, Tomura who as far as they know wants nothing but total destruction, rather than let All For One continue to control him. Does Midoriya think that taking away All For Oneâs influence will save Tomura? What does saving Tomura even mean to him? You should probably figure that out, sometime before they let you go.
The door opens, and All Might steps back through, followed by the police officer. âSince youâre aiding whatâs left of the government, weâll drop the treason charges,â the officer says. âThe manslaughter charge is hearsay at this point â we havenât had any chance to investigate, and the evidence is gone. There are too many witnesses to drop the weapons charges.â
The charges theyâre dropping are the most serious ones. Youâll take the hit on the weapons. You did shoot people with quirk-canceling bullets, and you did it unprovoked. And youâre not sorry. âHowever,â the officer continues, âshould you decide to help restore the quirks you destroyed, weâll consider dropping those charges, too. Do we have a deal?â
Youâd say you need time to think it over, but thereâs not much to think over, and you need to get back to Tomura fast. Still, thereâs one person you refuse to leave behind in this. One person who gave up everything helping you. âKiyohara Kazuo,â you say. âHe gets the same stuff as we do.â
âAgreed.â
It wonât matter much. Once Tomura wins, Kazuo will be free, just like Manami and your friends. âEveryone rest up tonight,â All Might instructs. âRegain as much of your strength as possible. Weâll begin the operation in ââ
The officerâs phone buzzes, along with what sounds like every heroâs phone in the room. He yanks it out of his pocket, and as he reads the message, his face goes dead white. âSeikan is under attack.â
Eraserhead swears. âWeâre out of time,â he says. âTodoroki, Uraraka â take the civilians and the criminal and plan the ambush. Midoriya, help Recovery Girl prep the villain for transport. All Might, find whoeverâs in charge of comms and order them to leak the transfer. Hurry.â
Youâre surprised to see Eraserhead bossing All Might around, but All Might hops to it. So does everyone else, flooding out the door. Even Kurogiri gets swept up in the rush. Itâs just you and Recovery Girl and Midoriya left, and Recovery Girl speaks quickly, tersely. âI hope at least one of you knows CPR. If she arrests again, youâll need to keep her blood circulating until the defibrillator is charged. Iâll hook her up to a portable heart monitor as well as a pulse oximeter. Both of those should tell you if troubleâs on the way.â
âSheâs a nurse, right? She can warn us, too.â
âAssuming sheâs awake. So far, the course of events includes her falling unconscious before the trouble starts.â
Theyâre talking about you like youâre not there, and like itâs urgent. What could make things more urgent than usual in a war theyâve been losing since it started? You force yourself to sit up, right in the middle of their conversation. âWhatâs in Seikan?â
Midoriya and Recovery Girl trade a glance. âWe canât tell you that,â Midoriya states. âItâs ââ
âNo longer a secret,â Eraserhead says from the doorway. His face is grim. âItâs a black-site prison. Currently home to All For One.â
Everything is black and quiet inside the Maiden, and it would be a decent place for a nap if the space wasnât so tight. Youâre being moved horizontally, but you canât turn over, or even move your arms from your sides. If you try to sit up, you hit your head instantly. You arenât claustrophobic. Youâve never been claustrophobic. You were the kind of kid whoâd wedge yourself into ridiculously tight spaces just to make sure youâd never lose at hide and seek. But after whatâs already starting to feel like forever inside the Maiden, youâre well on your way to losing your mind.
âHey, um â are you okay?â Urarakaâs voice is soft in your ear. Theyâve got you on an earpiece, just like theyâve got you on a heart monitor. âYour heart rate is picking up. I donât know what that means, but ââ
âIâm good.â You force yourself to take deep breaths. âItâs just kind of small in here.â
âYou know, there was a study done a few years ago arguing that transport in a Maiden qualifies as a form of torture,â Midoriya chips in from somewhere. âTight spaces, low oxygen circulation ââ
He keeps talking, but you tune him out, reminding yourself that heâs not some goofy kid. You might be allies right now in trying to break All For Oneâs control over Tenko, and he might have saved you after Hawks let you fall, but he still hates you for destroying his classmateâs quirk and putting his teacher in the position of choosing between his quirk and his right hand. They arenât your friends. Youâre going back to your friends. Your friends are going to save you from the heroes in a staged fight, and then youâre going straight back to the PLF, to Tenko. You have to get there before All For One does.
Youâre surprised at how the heroes handled All For One. Given how completely they botched other parts of the war, you wouldnât have guessed that theyâd nail it, but they synced their attack on the PLF headquarters with a transfer out of Tartarus for All For One, taking him to a smaller, less well known prison with even higher levels of security. Tartarus was always going to be a PLF target. Apparently it was the first place they hit, and theyâve kept looking, destroying prison after prison, burning resources and burning time. You have a feeling that the split in the PLFâs objectives and forces is whatâs kept the heroes going this long.
But thatâs over now. Theyâve found the prison where All For Oneâs being kept, and although the heroes are probably putting up a serious fight, the Seikan prisonâs fall is inevitable. Tomuraâs not the one leading the attack â itâs Gigantomachia, whoâs been ordered to smash through everything in his path until he reaches All For One. The heroes think that reuniting Tomura and All For One in the flesh will cement All For Oneâs control over Tomuraâs body, and youâre scared they might be right. Unless you can get there first. Unless you and Spinner can help Tomura fight back.
The only piece of reassurance you have is that thereâs no extra strain on your body, which means Tomura isnât being hurt right now. Wherever he is, heâs safe enough. You keep taking deep breaths, trying to clear your mind. Thereâs a plan to get you back to his side. Itâs the heroesâ plan, and itâs insane and desperate, but after everything youâve seen in the past two years, youâre well aware that an insane and desperate plan can work a lot better than anyone would expect.
The heroes keep the channel open, and you hear the first warnings of the staged attack. La Brava and Gentle Criminal, assisted by two civilians with unspecified quirks, attempting to retrieve the prisoner. Nobody around here has a quirk that lets them pry things open, so theyâll need a key or passcode to get you out of the Maiden, and theyâll have to get it off of whoever has it. Thatâs the part youâre most worried about, the one thatâs going to be hardest to explain if someone questions whatâs happening here. Hero students are famously fanatical. Thereâs no way one of them would just give up the code.
Something thuds against the outer shell of the Maiden, and you startle, as much as itâs possible to startle in such a tight space. Then the door slides open, letting in hazy light thatâs still too bright for you. You blink up through it and the face that swims into view is Manamiâs. âI hacked the keypad,â she says. âCome on.â
You climb out of the Maiden unsteadily and find yourself in the middle of a wasteland. If itâs a city, you have no idea which one â you could be on the moon for all you know. You glance around and find the hero students, all restrained under what look like bubbles. âGentle did that,â Manami says, more than a little proudly. âThis way.â
âHey,â Midoriya calls out from beneath one of the bubbles, his voice muffled. âIf youâre going to take her away, take her medicine, too. Sheâs sick. Do you want her to die?â
Midoriya sounds pretty stilted, but youâll give him credit for trying. Mitsuko snatches the box of medications, along with a file folder that probably has your medical records in it. âThere. Happy now?â
âHey. Do you think you can run?â Ryuhei asks you. âThereâs a PLF scout nearby. If we get to them ââ
Word will get back to Tomura, and heâll know youâre on your way. âYeah. I can run.â
âOh, but why run when you can fly?â Gentle Criminal sweeps up along side you. Your first impression of your cousinâs boyfriend is âoldâ. Then again. her first impression of your boyfriend is probably going to be âcrazyâ. âFollow along, everyone! Step where I step!â
Heâs creating elastic spots in the air, things for you all to jump on and bounce forward, but youâre all really bad at it. You especially. Gentle Criminal finally just grabs you out of the air. âChange of plans. Weâll clear this wreckage first, and then weâll run.â
Itâs a high jump over the wreckage, wreckage you realize isnât a tipped-over skyscraper or a collapsed bridge â itâs a beached aircraft carrier. Is it even beached? What if this is a harbor or something? Or was a harbor before? You believed everyone when they said Japan was in ruins. Could Tomura really do something like this?
As soon as your feet are under you, you break into a run, your friends fanning out alongside you. âUp ahead,â Ryuhei says. You can see a figure moving quickly, scurrying from rock to rock in what youâre now really sure used to be a harbor. âHey! You! weâve got something for you!â
âWhat is it?â The voice sounds familiar to you, but you canât quite place it. âI know you nabbed something off those little heroes, but â holy fuck, youâre alive!â
The scout disappears, then reappears suddenly, directly in front of you. If the quirk wasnât enough to jog your memory, her face is â sheâs Tesseract, a member of the PLF, with a quirk known as Seven Leagues that lets her travel short distances instantaneously. Sheâs grinning at you, a grin that you remember as sort of insane but looks more than a little relieved right now. âOh man, the Grand Commanderâs going to lose it when he sees you. „500 says he cries like a girl!â
âIâll take that bet,â Ryuhei says, and Tesseract gives him a sly once-over. âLook, our containment on those heroes wonât hold forever. Are you going to get her out of here or what?â
âI can take you all with me if you want.â Tesseractâs chewing gum, and she blows an enormous bubble that somehow doesnât pop in her face. âHeâs gonna want to thank you personally for bringing back his boo!â
Ryuhei glances at you, and you shake your head. âIâll make sure he knows who helped me. The others draw up alongside you, Mitsuko included, at which point you realize that sheâs pulled off this whole operation in three-inch heels. âItâs not safe for you to go, unless you want to.â
âWorks for me.â Ryuhei hugs you around the shoulders, and you manage an awkward one-armed hug in response. âGood luck out there.â
Mitsuko kisses you on the lips, just like last time. This time she hugs you too, and whispers a piece of advice before she pulls away. âI know you love him. If he hurts you, get the hell out of there.â
You nod, and she forces the file folder and medicine case into your hand. Gentle Criminal is kissing your other hand like the gentleman thief he supposedly is, and Manamiâs up on her tiptoes to hug you. âBe careful,â she whispers.
âYou too.â You hug her back, then turn to Tesseract. âIâm ready.â
âGood call on them clearing out,â Tesseract says. âIâll tell you straight, Saintess. Where weâre headed might just be the most dangerous place in Japan. And these days thatâs really saying something.â
You believe it. âWhere are we right now?â
âNow?â Tesseract glances around as she ties your wrist to hers, using what youâre pretty sure is a shibari rope. âYokohama Bay, baby. When this place went down, it went down hard.â
Your heart plummets. When Present Mic said that the PLF obliterated Yokohama, he wasnât exaggerating. Itâs not just the city thatâs gone â itâs the bay too, and suddenly you understand why the heroes are taking this kind of risk. The countryâs not just destabilized, not just at war. The ground beneath your feet is being altered for good. No wonder theyâre desperate for this to end. Seeing whatâs happening, you are too.
âAll right, letâs go.â Tesseract spits out her gum on what used to be the seafloor and cracks her knuckles. âBreathe out ââ
You breath out, and the world compresses sharply, crushing you even worse than the Maiden did. Then youâre free again â crushed â free â then crushed a third time. Tesseractâs quirk might be even more uncomfortable than the warp sludge. You use track of the number of jumps almost instantly, and all youâre conscious of is intense discomfort and the emptiness of your lungs.
âAnd breathe in,â Tesseract says, and suddenly youâre upright again, free again. She pulls the rope free from around your wrist. âNice work, Saintess. Usually people puke when I do that.â
Growing up alongside the twins, you learned how to stop yourself in self-defense. You clench your jaw and breathe through your nose until the nausea fades. Then you take a look around, and the longer you look, the more confused you get. Youâre inside a building, an enormous one â and a really fancy one. The floor under your feet is marble, and you see gilded edges flickering out at you from the shadows. âWhere are we?â
âNew HQ. Kind of a ghost town.â Tesseract marches up to a set of double doors â solid wood, beautifully carved â and bangs on them. âHey, Spin-It-To-Win-It! I got something for you. Well, not for you. For the Grand Commander. But youâre the one whoâs had to deal with him the most, so itâs kind of for you, too!â
She glances at you. âItâs been total sadboy hours while youâve been gone. The only reason we havenât all shot ourselves yet is because the other guy is worse.â
You donât remember Tesseract being this off-the-wall, but youâve been gone a little while. After a few seconds of banging, the door opens. âWhat?â Spinner hisses from inside. âHeâs trying to focus! If they get back and heâs not ready ââ
âI got you something thatâs gonna make that a lot easier,â Tesseract interrupts. She shoves the door open at the same time as she beckons you forward. âFeast your eyes on ââ
âSaintess?â Spinnerâs eyes light up. He steps through the doors and comes straight to you for a hug. You hug him back, noticing as you do that heâs a lot bulkier than he was the last time you saw him. âI knew you were alive. I saw Midoriya catch you â where have you been? What happened?â
âI was in custody. We need to talk.â You glance sideways at Tesseract, too tired to be subtle. âNot here.â
âNah, itâs chill! Iâve got a patrol to finish, anyway. Make sure you tell the Grand Commander who brought him back his girl!â
Tesseract vanishes with a pop. You look at Spinner. âIs it just me, or is she kind of ââ
âYeah. Not everybody takes the new quirks well.â Spinnerâs face is grim. âLetâs go. We donât have much time.â
He leads you through the double doors, then stops just outside a smaller set. âThis is, like, the best day and the worst day for you to come back,â he says. âAll For One knows what you did.â
You knew it was likely, but you were still hoping it wasnât true. Your stomach drops, worse than it did when you saw what happened to Yokohama Bay. âHe has Shigaraki convinced that youâre dead,â Spinner continues, âbut he knows youâre not, because heâs been using you to keep Shigaraki in line.â
âHow?â you ask, puzzled. âIf he thinks Iâm dead ââ
âItâs this sick what-if thing,â Spinner says. âIf he makes Shigaraki hurt himself bad enough, itâll kill you if you somehow made it out alive. He does it as a warning, if heâs in control and Shigarakiâs trying to break out.â
You tried to keep that part of your quirk from Tomura, from everyone, but at least one other person knew. The doctor wouldnât have hesitated to tell All For One everything. All those times your heartâs started to fail, it hasnât been heroes attacking â itâs been All For One, forcing Tomura to damage his own body. You didnât need more reasons to hate All For One, but this makes it worse. And at the same time, it makes you sick to think about â even with a quirk that heals him, youâre still Tomuraâs greatest weakness.
You and the rest of the League. You turn to Spinner. âWhat about the others?â
âDabi booked it after Kyoto. When All For One killed Endeavor he blew a fuse,â Spinner says, while you reel from the fact that the Number One hero is dead, has been dead for weeks. âHe went after All For One, but Shigarakiâs body is basically unkillable, and when it didnât work he ran. Smartest thing to do.â
âI know Toga left,â you say. âWhat happened to Twice? Is he alive?â
âHeâs alive. Hiding,â Spinner says. âSmartest thing to do, after we destroyed his quirk.â
âWhat?â
âHe wouldnât use it how All For One wanted him to, so All For One was going to take it. Twice stabbed himself with one of your deleter rounds, and Shigaraki got control back over his body long enough for Twice to run,â Spinner says. You feel hollow. âHeâs alive. And Togaâs okay?â
âI think so,â you say. âThatâs what Uraraka said.â
âThe heroes?â Spinner looks surprised. âYour turn to talk. How did you get out of there?â
You have an explanation, but you donât want to go through it multiple times. And you want to see Tomura, need to see him. You glance towards the smaller set of doors, and Spinner startles, nods. âRight. Yeah. You can explain in there.â
You were worried youâd never see Tomura again, and now youâre within seconds of being close enough to touch. Your heart stutters in your chest in a way thatâs got nothing to do with your quirk at the thought. Youâre going to see him again, but youâve let him down â you thought you protected him from All For One by destroying the original quirk, but you were wrong, and he let All For One in because of what you let happened when Hawks captured you. It's not hard to imagine that heâll be angry with you. That heâll blame you. Heâd be right to.
Thereâs only one way to find out, and if heâs angry at you, at least youâll be looking at him, seeing him one more time. You take a deep breath that catches almost painfully, and you push open the doors.
<- Chapter 27
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Sunshine of your Love
Synopsis: A cold rainy evening, and your longing for Taishiro reaches a fever pitch. [Fat Gum/Taishiro Toyomitsu x Reader]
Rating: M
Warnings: references to explicit sex
I've been recovering from surgery and writing for this man always makes me feel better, even if I'm drugged out of my mind, lol. Bear with me and my random fixations, friends.
When it rains like this, you think of him.
There is power in white lighting, in the orchestrated swell of thunder that rides in on its wake.
It reminds you of the way he moves, parting waves of people with his considerable girth, a bright yellow buoy carried by the shift of waves.
He'd never done well in contained settings, not with his loud voice, the boisterous mannerisms, the curve of his grin threatening to split the serious air of any gathering. You'd always wondered when he'd learned to feel comfortable with taking up that space, unabashed, to plant the flag of his presence and watch it unfurl with that steadfast pride he was known for.
It was what had drawn you to him, a remora snatching at fleshy scraps.
You're still not sure what power you hold over him. It is nice, though, to gain the occasional reminder.
On evenings like this, when the air itself seems magnetized by the faint traces of unspoken words, of subtlety lost to heavy laughter and an all-too-wholesome public persona, you wish for him with an intensity that burns away time.
You know what his career demands; the patrols, the collaborations, the appearances, the red tape over shiny new doorways, gossamer ribbons over hard agreements. It's all part of the job, and he takes it in his stride. He'd built his agency from the ground up, and the humble facade, the black mask over round, fresh-faced reliability, has become a symbol that remains ingrained in most minds.
There are those, like you, who've seen what his work truly requires, though.
You've watched him plan the downfall of drug cartels with meticulous precision, the way his eyes scan a room and immediately draw up a mental list of all capabilities, the way he assigns roles with an ease that stems from years of leading missions, the calm and patience he exercises on stakeouts because he knows full well what rushing into things will achieve.
You've seen the complex charts of calorie intake he consults in order to be prepared for larger operations. You've watched him type painstaking emails as he replies to the messages he receives from public servers and supporters. You've seen him in shorts and vest, dabbing perspiration from his neck with an old t-shirt, steadily losing mass through the day as he spent hours painting and renovating the headquarters in his signature colours.
It still surprised you, that with the time and effort he'd put into all his endeavors, that he had any time to spare for his personal affairs. As much as Taishiro was one to tread on the lighter side of life, he took his responsibilities very seriously.
It was why, when you first encountered him, and felt that burgeoning attraction rise like some kind of irrepressible sea beast, you'd done your best to eliminate it.
Quash it, stow it, fling it out the airlock into the depths of space, where it truly belonged.
Your own research career left little time for such things, to be honest.Â
But then, you'd been assigned to assist him directly and you were forced to re-evaluate everything you knew about tamping down the roiling waters of simple human magnetism.
What was it about him that drew you in so helplessly?
Maybe it was the way he eyed everyone around him (including you) with those golden eyes that perceived so much, sunshine molded to a razor that split the world asunder. Maybe it was the spread of his broad shoulders, so easily dwarfing everything in a room. Maybe it was the smell of him, sweat, sugar and honey-glaze after an afternoon in the summer, or the daffodil burst of his soft, soft hair, or the way he laughed with a motion that rippled through his entire form.
It could have been the touch of those heavy hands, calloused, a worker's roughened grip, sometimes slightly sticky with whatever he'd eaten. You'd come to know those hands, their hot, probing grasp, the way they'd cut through the air when he described something animatedly, the gentle circling of a child's ankle who had insisted on climbing him like a tree, the lackadaisical flip of thick fingers through the pages of a report and the comforting slap of his large palm across your back for a job well done.
Maybe that was it, yes. His touch, and the way it had changed over time.
You were so aware of his every motion in your presence that it didn't escape your notice when he started to touch you less.
You could tell something had changed when he no longer clapped you on the back during a hearty laugh, when his eyes tracked your form when he thought you weren't looking, when he started to leave his favourite treats behind on your desk 'by accident', when his hunger spilled over into that molten gaze in ways that made your limbs feel like they were shifting through honey.
His touch became rare, but on the occasions he (or you) couldn't resist little forms of contact, his fingers would trace the line of your body, almost unconsciously. He seemed to have memorized the curve of your spine, the hollow of your waist when he stood close to you. The space between your bodies seemed to enclose you both in increasing claustrophobia, and yet, was never quite close enough.
You had become aware of his breath on the back of your neck when he leaned in to pore over schematics with you, of the rough, gentle graze of his stubble over your cheek when he turned his head (accidental), the way his voice took on a new, deeper, husky sweetness when he called you his darling, his sweetheart, his little bird.
He was strong, passionate, driven, a man who played the comforting fortress, all while wrapping you in the increasingly easy charm he didn't even seem to know he possessed.
He compelled your thoughts on rainy evenings like this, all because you were helpless to the courtship unfurling in all its honest primacy between the two of you.
In the sanctity of your home, far from the flash of intrusive cameras, the shuffle of booted feet and the sirens that blare through city streets at night, he finds a haven in you.
His touch is no longer uncertain, feeling along the uncertain edges of what is acceptable to the both of you.
He knows what you want, and he gives it to you with all the grace you never knew his eight foot frame could contain.
Taiahiro knows how much you love his large hands tracing your form fully, his mouth latched to your shoulder, his hot breath ghosting along your collarbones. He knows how much you love the metallic zing of his zipper coming undone, the heat of the fire on both of you. He knows how much you long for the feel of his body on yours, the fine golden hairs raising under your fingertips.
On rainy days like this one, he knows how you wait for him, to mop up the water from his hair with a towel, the way the moisture from his skin transfers to yours as he presses you against him, no clothes forming unnecessary barriers.
Taishiro loves when your body arches and bends for him, when your fingers leave scarlet traces down his back and shoulders, when your teeth sink into his bicep and you slap and clutch at his chest. He loves how you cry and writhe and beg him to stop, stop, no keep going as he grinds and swivels in breathtaking abandon against and inside you.
He knows how the evening swallows your gasps and his pants, the endless dive of lovemaking into a hazy afternoon sea, your entwined fingers reaching for the distant shore of sanity that neither of you really want to reach.Â
Taishiro knows how much you want, want, want, an endless break of your body's waves on the reef of his desire.
He knows he can make you come endlessly, one sobbing breath bleeding into another as he loves you, moves you, presses you face-first into the bed sheets. He knows that your appetite for him is ceaseless, for the swell of his stomach against yours, the creak of the bed beneath his weight, the trembling in your thighs around his waist as he eases himself deeper, earning every broken cry from your lips.
You know that it's only over when you've both been thoroughly satiated, which takes a considerable time, considering both your appetites.
He is yours, and you, his. The simplicity of it is delineated, traced out in the clear lines of the window frame that reveal the storm raging outside.
In here, you give him everything of yourself, a surrender of all that is you. How can you provide anything else? When it comes to him, you're not sure how to give any less.
An hour has passed, and the rain shows no sign of letting up.
A key slots into the latch and the door swings open, somewhere downstairs. His voice ascends to you, a convection current in a pre-warmed oven.
"Sweetheart, you up?"
"Here," you call down to him. "Leave your wet clothes in the hamper. I've run you a bath."
"Now that's what I'm talking about. Say, you got towels up there, or you need me to bring up some - "
The words peter out in his throat, as he spies you, where you await him at the top of the stairs. You are dressed in one of his large shirts, the material thinned with age, the outline of your breasts making it clear that you aren't wearing anything beneath. One of your hands traces up your inner thigh, lifting the hem, moving up, up, to where you want him the most.
He is silent now, remnants of the downpour outside dripping from his golden hair to the mat below, one of his shoes half off.
Then his foot is on the first stair, and afterwards, in seemingly no time at all, he is beside you.
Thunder cracks a heavenly whip, loud and with no sign of easing off. You don't look away from him.
"Sounds like the storm's going to go on for a while."
He breathes his answer out, reverent, heat washing over your throat.
"Sure hope it does, sweetheart."
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THINGS YOU DO THAT THE BATBOYS FIND ATTRACTIVE ! batboys x reader
âGod, youâre impossible. And Iâm so screwed, because I think Iâd let you ruin me.â
â fem!reader, suggestive thoughts in jasons & bruces part (maybe dick too??)
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JASON TODD
the way you hold eye contact when you're angry
It started as a slow simmerâyour voice, low and clipped, each word deliberate, sharp enough to slice through the heavy Gotham air. Jason wasnât even sure what the hell you were mad about anymore. The way your eyes were locked on his, unwavering, lit from within by something electricâit drowned out everything else.
You stood across the room, spine straight, chest rising with each measured breath. Not yelling. Not crying. Just...burning. And looking at him.
There was something about that. The way you didnât flinch. Didnât look away. Like you could take every jagged, bloodstained part of him and still meet him dead-on, like youâd never blink first. It made his heart twist in his chest, something old and animal uncoiling inside him. Heâd faced down murderers, monsters, lowlife scumbagsâbut the fury in your gaze made his throat go dry. Not because he feared it. Because he wanted to touch it. touch you.
You took a step forward, the kind that didnât echo but reverberated, and that subtle movementâhow your hands stayed relaxed at your sides, how your mouth didnât tremble when you spokeâundid him.
âDonât try to bullshit me, Jason.â
There was a beat. One taut, blistering moment where the only thing louder than your breath was the pounding in his ears.
And then he laughed. Just a breath of it, almost involuntary. The kind of laugh you get when something hurts and turns you on at the same time. He didnât even mean to. It just escaped him.
You frowned, and that only made it worse. He wanted to bite your lip just to see if your mouth would still taste like fire when it was pressed against his. He wanted to grab your face and kiss you so hard it left bruises.
âYouâre so goddamn beautiful when youâre pissed,â he murmured, voice low and hoarse, almost reverent.
You blinked at thatâbut didnât back down. And the way your stare softened just a fraction, that flicker of confusion folding into resolve again... yeah. That did it. That almost ended him right then and there.
He stepped closer, slow, deliberate, like approaching a lit fuse. His fingers twitched at his sides, aching to touch, to pull, to anchor.
âYou gonna hit me?â he asked, tone dark and dangerous and barely hanging on.
You tilted your chin up. âWouldnât waste the energy.â
God. That. That right there. The grit in your voice. He could live off that kind of defiance. He wanted to.
Jason had never been good at softness. He didnât know what to do with people who crumbled. But youâ? You held his gaze like a storm, like a girl who could kill him with her silence, and suddenly, all he wanted to do was beg for a second chance to make you smile again.
Not because he deserved it. Because heâd die trying to.
DICK GRAYSON
the way you reach for him in your sleep
It starts small. Always does. You shift once, twiceâbarely there. Then your hand moves, unthinking. Across sheets warm with your shared heat, it searches.
You donât know you're doing it. Thatâs what makes it criminal. Youâre not asking to be loved in that moment. Youâre assuming it. Trusting the world to place him where he belongs: next to you.
And Dickâpoor, cursed Dickâis already awake.
He lies still, pretending. Letting you find him. Every nerve is alight, tuned to the sound of your breath, the whisper of cotton as your wrist brushes the inside of his arm. Thenâfinallyâyour hand finds his chest, right over the scar where a blade once tried to make him quiet forever.
Your fingers twitch. Then still. Then curl.
And thatâs it. Thatâs all it takes.
Heâs not thinking about villains or masks or the weight of his last name. Heâs not worried about whoâs watching, or whether heâs enough. Heâs just a man now.
A man undone by the way you, unconscious and vulnerable, reach for him like heâs home. Like your body knows him, wants him, chooses himâwithout performance, without pride.
And itâs just so fucking sweet. The sweetness that life had never thought him deserving ofânever bothered to offer, as if the universe had forgotten him in some quiet cornerâwas suddenly there, in you. And only then did he realize what he had been starved of.
Thereâs something maddening about your vulnerabilityâhow you press against him in sleep, skin warm and scent-heavy, mouth parted just slightly. Innocent, yes. But not harmless.
Not to him.
He could write an entire religion based on the way your breath hitches when his hand covers yours. He could burn entire cities if someone tried to pull you away while you sleep.
Because thisâthis secret, sacred moment where you choose him without knowingâ is the kind of thing heâs never let himself want.
But now that heâs had it, he knows.
Heâll want it forever.
BRUCE WAYNE
the way you tilt your chin when you're defiant
It is the tiniest gestureâa tilt of the chin, so slight it might pass for nothing at all. But to him? It is semaphore, a flare in the dusk, a gauntlet tossed with exquisite subtlety.
You do it when you disagree. Not with loud words or theatrics. No. You just raise your chin. Barely. As if your body is saying, âIâm not afraid of you.ââIâll meet you there, if you push.â
And God help him, he wants to push.
You do this thing where your jaw tightens just slightly, where your eyes go sharp and patient at the same timeâlike youâve already calculated the cost of standing your ground and decided to pay it anyway.
You look⊠royal. As though Gothamâs grime never dared graze your skin. Like tragedy tried and failed. Like youâd walk into fire if it meant protecting whatâs yours.
And that infuriates him.
Because BruceâBruceâknows what defiance costs. Heâs worn it like armor. Bled for it. Buried people because of it.
But when you do it?
It doesnât look like self-destruction. It looks like purpose. Power. Something beautiful he was never allowed to have.
He wants to touch your face when you tilt your chin like that. Wants to grab your wrist and pull you into himânot to overpower, but to understand. To memorize the blueprint of that defiance. To feel it against his mouth.
You make silence feel like war. And heâs losing.
Because there is something deeply, dangerously erotic about a woman who doesnât flinch when she should. Who doesnât soften to make him comfortable. Who looks at the darkest thing in himâand doesnât look away.
Heâs not used to being watched like that. Heâs not used to wanting to be watched like that.
And every time you lift that chin, heâs reminded of exactly how easy it would be to give up the act, the mask, the fiction of the untouchable manâ
âall for one person who sees him and doesn't look away.
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youâre 5 minutes into your first round and to be quite honest, youâve never been more sure that fushiguro toji and his god given ability to dirty talk is something youâll take to your grave.
youâd been with other guys before, ones with a nasty habit of running their mouths during sex. ones thatâd grab you by the neck and whisper sweet nothings in your ear, telling you how good you felt, how tight you were, how they couldnât wait to fuck you again.
toji is entirely different. nothing, and i truly mean nothing, compares to that old man when it comes to mouthing off in the bedroom. heâs formulating sentences you never thought possible, spewing stuff that would have you clutching your pearls and running for the hills any other given day.
youâre holding onto your composure by your teeth hearing him say the things he does, thighs and arms burning as you rock back and forth on his dick.
âtake what you need pretty. uh huh, keep fucking me,â he chuckles, winding a fist into your hair to pull you back onto his cock when he notices you trying to crawl away.
you honestly donât think you can take it anymore. if the way your guts were currently being pummeled into oblivion wasnât enough, the way heâs talking to you right now has you in crisis.
itâs all too good, suspiciously good, and embarrassingly enough, you think you might be nearing your edge only 7 minutes after making it to his bed. your arms fail you as you try to crawl up the bed and away from the too-good feeling currently frying every wire in your brain.
âawww, you runninâ from me?,â he laughs, letting your hair go to cage you in from behind, two solid arms settling on either side of your head.
your words escape you each time you muster up a response, eyes rolling back and he takes over again, shoving you face down and absolutely destroying that special spot tucked away inside of you. tojiâs like a furnace, cooking you alive with the heat the radiates add his abs and chest.
âtold ya you couldnât handle it,â he teases, watching you writhe under him. ânot with this dick.â
you feel something wetâa tongue you realizeâ traveling up the base of your spine and tapering off at your neck before solid teeth clamp down on the skin there.
okay, wow. fuck. you realize heâd lapped up the moisture settling in the dip of your back, licking the sweat from your skin like an animal.
âgonna let me taste every part of you? hmm?â he says in that too sweet voice you only hear when heâs teasing. he lets go of your neck with a pop to admire the bruise his bite leaves in its wake, sucking another one right under it for good measure.
you fall over the edge with no warning, so overwhelmed with pleasure that your mind and body continue to work separately.
the sound toji makes is beautiful. low, long, and guttural. radiating from the deepest part of his chest like a fan, and for a minute, you think he might be feeling the same overwhelming pleasure you are.
âughh-hah donât move, donât move,â he whispers over and over, massaging the fat of your ass while your body flutters around him. you feel something viscous leak out of you, dripping down the seam of your heat and onto the sheets.
âwhen the fuck did you have time to cum?,â you finally muster. you donât think youâd be able to move if your life depended on it, limbs sinking into the mattress like tubes of jelly. you really canât move once you feel 200 pounds of laughing muscle settle on top of you, keeping you grounded like a paperweight on a measly little envelope.
âwhat, yâ quitting on all of this?â he laughs, gesturing up and down himself so you know just how irresistible he thinks he is. the worst part is that heâs right, just based off of how hard heâd rocked your world in the last 10 or so minutes.
you feel invigorated by some stroke of a miracle, pressing back on his still-leaking dick as a silent invitation.
âwhat, more? yâneed more of me you little minx?â he laughs, grrriiiinding his tip right up against that fleeting spot you would have never been able to get to on your own.
and just like that heâs back to fucking you, pulling you into him like a toy at that same perfect pace.
âbite me hard if yâ want me to stop, you hear me?â he commands, shoving your face back into the pillows once he sees you nod.
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Every now and then I remember that oni in fact will eventually have more lore added and I get so excited and scared for a moment and then I remember that it could take months until we see any of that and I proceed to forget abt it again and the cycle repeats
#rat rambles#oni posting#now it does sadden me a smidge that itll probably be in paid dlc but thats a problem for future me#the bright side of new lore is new lore#the downside of new lore is the eternal fear of canon jackie and olivia designs#not because Im opposed to them getting canon designs its just so scary#like what if klei made them white how would I move forward from that#and its not even a situation where I can say with any level of confidence if they would or not because god if I fucking know#like they have until very recently seemingly deliberately avoided including anything Too lore relevant in any animated trailers#but that can kind of just be explained by well. the fact that most of those updates didn't include any lore.#and those that do involve it stay strictly in the dupes perspective#so I can't rly use that as any sign that theyre deliberately avoiding giving olivia and jackie canon designs#I would highly prefer they dont get designs even without fear of designs I dislike mostly because narratively it just works better that way#but hey its not up to me so whatever happens happens#I mostly assume future lore is going to mostly relate to the dupe donors we havent met yet and elaborating on some of the ones we have seen#but dont see a lot of if anything at all#I hope they dont mess with jackie and olivia too much but I do think itd be nice to give jackie just a smidge more like Ive talked abt#and other than that I could see them adding maybe new story traits and if they're feeling real generous more dupe lore#oh and if we're mega lucky we could get a dr.holland first name#honestly I hope that for dr.holland specifically they either just do a hard name drop and move on or just dont touch him#rly my main concern with any added oni lore is I Really dont want them to start telling us too much#I really really like all of our information being very fragmented and unclear as it adds to the post end of the world vibe rly well#and this is in fact a problem that they had in older versions of the story that they seemingly went out of their way to solve#so I rly want to have faith that they wont fuck it up but I have been burned before and oni has yet to have fully earn my trust#its not far off tho just the scrapped logs themselves give me faith that they are aware what story theyre writing and what needs done#again the scrapped logs are cool but would have dampened the narrative quite significantly from how straight forward they are#so them being full one scrapped early on makes me hopeful that they realized that too#rly I just dont want too much expansion on the stuff we already know#some names and work ids would be splendid and Im all for new fragments to try to place in the timeline#I just dont want a log where nikola stares at the camera and monologues abt the duplicant project or smth
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kinktober day 20 - size kink jason todd x fem!reader cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, size kink, tummy bulge
"That's it, baby. Take it all. Oh, look at you go. Being so brave for me."
On the surface the words are soothing, but the tone of Jason's voice fills each syllable with condescension. Not in a bad way. The sickly sweet lilt strikes the perfect chord that has you wetter than any body of water on this earth.
Your hips rise and fall in measure rolls, your cunt embracing his thick cock with every motion. You have to take it slow. Otherwise, you feel like you'll tear yourself in half.
"JayâŠ" you whimper, lip wobbling and eyes gleaming with the need for him to coddle you, "You're soâŠ"
A sharp whine from your throat cuts off your own words. Your head tilts back and then hangs forward. His tip brushes your sweet spot every time you sink down on him. It makes it nearly impossible to remain coherent. You'd never met somebody who could make you malfunction like this.
"I'm so what?" he coos, prompting you to finish your statement. He already knew the words on the tip of your tongue, but he still wanted to hear them spoken into the drafty air of your apartment.
"You're so big," you choke out.
Another moan falls from your lips before you grit your teeth. Your face scrunches up in tandem with your walls clenching around his length. Vaguely, you hear him chuckle. He then pulls you close and cradles you against his chest.
"And you like that, don't you?" he whispers.
He slumps further down on the couch. His feet press hard against the smooth wooden floor beneath the two of you. The muscles in his thighs flex as he begins to pump his hips up and down. You whine and clutch at his meaty bicep, melting against his warm skin and letting him do all the work right now.
You nearly forget he asked a question at all until he continues speaking.
"I know you do, doll. You like that when you're with me, you're helpless. Don't have to think. Don't have to move. Don't have to do anything but let me use this sweet, little pussy till I'm satisfied," he says.
Your toes curl, your thighs clamping around his own. The pressure doesn't stop him from moving though, not in the slightest. You inhale sharply before nodding against his neck. Of course, you like this. You love it.
You could never get enough of Jason's body. You'd study it forever if he let you. Your pupils felt magnetized whenever they had the chance to drift along his chiseled torso or mentally map the pathways of his scars. Adoration wasn't a strong enough word for how you felt in regards to his figure. Obsession seemed more appropriate.
Fortunately for you, Jason behaved much the same about your body.
In the mornings when he thought sleep still had a strong hold on you, he'd run his fingers over every curve he could find. He'd knead the swell of your ass and press tender kisses between your shoulder blades. As you'd start to wake, he'd wrap his hands around your waist and nearly pop a boner right then and there from how large they looked in comparison.
His favorite thing in the world after a long grueling patrol fast became coming home to you. Not even thirty minutes with your delicate body washed away all the stress caused by hard and rough people he dealt with beyond these walls. Some nights he'd prop your dainty legs over his broad shoulders and dive into your slippery cunt. Other nights he'd get right down to it, shoving his fat cock inside you and watching your belly bulge with the intrusion.
Tonight hadn't been either of those. He'd been home for a change. But having you curled up to his side and pressed against him while he read a book got him worked up pretty fast. It wasn't his fault the two of you just seemed to fit so naturally together.
"My good girl. Soft and sweet all for me," he praises as he continues fucking up into you. His heavy balls lightly slap against your ass with each thrust.
Your nails dig into his shoulder as the repetitive strokes start to build on one another. Small, whimpered expletives drip from your lips like a leaky faucet. He knows you're getting there. All he has to do is ramp up his efforts a little.
His hands lock around your waist like they do on hazy mornings. Just like then, he's obsessed with the way your skin dimples beneath his digits now. He boosts you back and starts bouncing you up and down in addition to his thrusts.
Your eyes roll back at the sensation and you take your bottom lip between your teeth. You don't have to do anything in this position still. He's strong enough to hold you upright all by himself. The only thing you had to do was like he said - stay still and let yourself be used.
"Can never get enough of you, baby, fuck," he grunts. His head falls back against the sagging cushion as he keeps working himself into you over and over. He glances back up at you slightly. "Is it feeling good?"
"Mhm," you whine, "So fuckin' good. So deep. All the way inside."
Your head bobbles around with the way he jerks you up and down on his lap. He smirks at your words and the airy way you say them.
"I know. I can see it," he responds, eyes flitting down to that faint and familiar bump. Evidence of his place inside you.
You only whimper in response. He drops you back down against his chest so one of his hands can slot against your center and rub your clit in fast, tight circles. The flickering feeling draws even more noises of pleasure from you.
The edge sneaks up on the both of you fast. You fall over it first. Your body spasms and seizes between his hands, but his strong grip is enough to keep you in place. For him, it explodes in a muted burst of ecstasy before burning into a brighter one. He wraps his arms around your smaller frame and keeps you flush against his sweaty skin as he fucks his load deep inside.
The both of you stay there while you come down. His chest puffs up and down with deep breaths. Even with all his exertion, his hand rubs soothing stripes along the column of your spine. You lie against him completely motionless, limp against the muscles of his chest. A little pleasure doll all for him to play with.
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my man - ln4
âËâżË° lando just won monaco, but it was supposed to your night with him âËâżË° inspired by miss possessive for my so close to what event âËâżË° wc: 2.1k+ | a/n: this was finished at 12 am for lando monaco win so sorry it took me forever (so happy for lando)





SASS CAFE WAS BUZZING WELL INTO MIDNIGHT. lando had just won monaco, and of course, it called for a big celebration with his friends. honestly, was it really a lando norris win without a rager? there were celebrities galore, such were landoâs connections, and you even saw kylian mbappe hanging around. rounds of shots had been passed around, with most partygoers buzzed within the first hour or two.
it was how you expectedâbass thrumming, lights down low, people crowded together as they attempted to dance to the beat. and there in the middle of it was your boyfriend, the race winner. from lights out to lap 78, it had been a whirlwind, but it ended with you tearing up as you watched lando beam, triumphant, so it was all worth it. had you almost pulled out your hair due to nerves? no comment. had your heart pounded with glee and pride? most definitely.
but it all worked out in the end. lando deserved the stars, in your unbiased opinion, and you knew how much this meant to him. câmon, it was the monaco grand prix. historic. iconic. magic. and lando, your lando, had won it. in a beautiful, perfect victory no less. how were you supposed to be normal about that?Â
the whole time you were fidgeting with whatever was on hand, and a few curse words were muttered, but god, was it worth the anxiety. cisca and adam were also there, a highlight of your day as cisca gave you one of her unique bangles for good luck, and adam narrated everything in extreme detail. they were genuinely some of the sweetest people youâd ever met; it was clear where lando got it from.
you headed back towards the center of action, where lando and his mates were cheering and making a poor attempt to dance to the music. drinks in hand, you stopped in your tracks as you saw what was in front of you.
baby blue eyes wandered up and down your boyfriendâs figure, and a red lip caught by teeth made your blood boil. her outfit certainly didnât help either; a skintight dress that landed high on her thigh with a slit. the girl leaned over, and you almost rolled your eyes. it was clear she was trying to get landoâs attention, and you didnât like it. to be honest, it was like watching the fia make decisions: annoying, irrational, and pointless. now, you didnâtâcouldnâtâmove as you watched her blonde hair sweep over her shoulders, model physique moving closer to lando in that short orange dress of hers that you knew was for attention.
she was beautiful, anyone could see that she had the kind of natural beauty many women would envy. but you kept watching, frozen, as she squeezed his shoulder and giggled way too hard at whatever joke lando was making, shoulders shaking. and your boyfriend was too kind and outgoing to notice, bless his soul. he was oblivious, much to your surprise.
but the initial shock washed off, and a spark ignited inside you. you had already let the rest of the world have their moment with lando after his win. you let zak brown terrorize him. you stood off to the side and let the team have their share of champagne showers and helmet pats. you saw his parents squeeze him tightly, pride shining in their eyes. you went with him to interact with his fans and noticed him taking some time with the random famous partygoers. hell, you even watched on in disbelief as jenson button brazenly flirted with him, charm in full force as he teased lando about âmonaco, babyâ. everyone else had gotten their time with lando, and it was finally your turn now. or, it should have been.
it was akin to watching a wildlife documentary or something of the sort as the girlâs eyes flitted over your boyfriend yet again, a kind of ravenous desire in her eyes, like watching predator and prey. you knew what she sawâa famous and handsome f1 driver who had just taken a big victory here in monaco. yeah, you knew what she, and countless others, wanted: to run around and go home with a winner, someone with the status and fame. she wanted a star. she wanted your boyfriend.
something twisted under your ribcage, not a sharp pang but a slow, torturous grind. this wasnât the first time this had happened, nor would it be the last. the tabloids had made it clear that you were different from the women lando had dated before, that you were cut from a different cloth. the ânot a model and more of a normal personâ cloth. and honestly? you didnât expect lando to stay forever; you knew there would be an expiration date. his lifestyle was a magnet for girls like the one with your boyfriend right now, and letâs be real, athletes clearly dated models. part of you thought he saw you as a new challenge, a new kind of conquest that was nice before he went back to his old ways. and you supposed that you were fine with that, despite how it sounded. you liked lando, and it would be good while it lasted.
but tonight, he was yours. not hers. and she really needed to get her hands off your man before you were about to snap.
âlan, baby, hereâs your drink,â you hummed, voice dripping with honey as you draped your arm around landoâs neck. you gave the girl a once-over, but if she noticed, she didnât let on.
âthanks, love,â lando grinned, pecking your lips quickly but still giving you a taste of the champagne he had been drinking. you cast a side glance at the girl, smug as you ran your fingers through your boyfriendâs hair. lando waved his hand, the corner of his mouth quirking up at the sight of you as he introduced you to the girl. âthis is my girlfriend, who i really appreciate got me drinks.â you snorted, playfully hitting his arm.
ânice to meet you,â the girl beamed, but you knew she couldnât have been that happy to see you, as evident from the way the smile didnât quite reach her eyes. she reached over and patted your arm, nails skimming over your skin in a way that made you stiffen. quite frankly, you didnât know why she was keeping up the pretense that she really seemed to like you. you hardly knew her, how was she acting like you two were about to become besties? âlandoâs such a great guy, you must be very lucky.â
lucky. ha. if only she knew that was actually how you felt. as irritated as you were, you werenât about to let her see that she had struck a nerve. âoh, i donât know if itâs luck,â you chuckled, trying to ease the tightness in your jaw. you were already a few drinks in which made you much less cautious than how you usually acted, more reckless and unbothered. âyou know fate has a way of bringing two people together.â you took a sip of your drink, trying your best to feign nonchalant indifference and not let her get what she wanted.
âand iâm glad it did,â lando chimed in, a soft, reverent gaze in his eyes.
 he tended to get sentimental when he got drunk, and today was no exception. you chuckled, cupping his cheek for a second as if to ground him. he was making things easier for you, making it easier to prove your point. your hands left lando, fixing your outfit with indifference as you sat down on the couch next to him, one of his arms instinctively wrapping around your waist.
before you could do anything else, max and pietra walked over, with the latter smiling and rushing to hug the girl who had been hovering around lando. so apparently she was pâs friend. okay, well, so be it. your legs shifted closer to lando, and his hands went under your knees, pulling your legs over his, amusement sparkling in his eyes. with a knowing smirk, he leaned forward, voice low and teasing. âi know what youâre trying to do.â his lips almost brushed the shell of your ear.
âand?â you huffed, tilting your head as if to dare him to quit first. âyou got a problem with that, lan?â to add to it, you splayed a hand across landoâs chest, playfully kissing his cheek and pushing him back as he tried to be a little shit and get up.
lando opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off as max nudged him, bringing you two back out of your bubble. âoh, we were just talking about you,â the girl added, not bothering to add further elaboration until the awkwardness started to settle like a cold front. âi was just asking p why we didnât see you at all during the race.â wow, now you knew what it was like for lando in the media pen and the horde of press that loved to stir random things up.
composing yourself, you smiled and laughed like a champ, twisting a ring on your finger to ground yourself. âiâm not one for the spotlight,â you shrugged, leaning into lando, who was animatedly chatting with max about something he saw in the paddock. for a heartbeat, your breath caught at the way the purple light caught on the angles of his face and his wide beam as his hands were gesturing, clearly in the middle of telling a story. you couldnât help but smile, your boyfriend was happy, and thatâs what made you happy as well. he was justâŠa star, the dazzling sun, and you loved him.
the girl wasnât impressed, blue eyes narrowing at you as she fixed her hair. she could act indifferent. still, you were so sure that sheâd lay a hand on your boyfriend again. âlando, are you staying in monaco for a bit?â she asked, voice saccharine, almost a croon. âmaybe the race winner should do a victory lap sometime.â the implication in her tone was obvious; if not, the way she was looking at lando like she was asking him to do her a favor was clear.
you almost rolled your eyes to the back of your head at the girlâs giggle. why the hell was she all over your man? kylian mbappe was literally right there. anyone else except lando, in your humble, unbiased opinion. âiâd appreciate it if you kept your hands off my man.â your eyes met the girlâs, hoping your glare didnât waver.
lando moved his hand to your knee, giving you a small squeeze as a shit-eating grin stretched across his face, leaning back with an air of superiority. knowing him, he probably thought it was entertaining watching you fight off other girls.
the girl opened her mouth to say something before turning back to lando. âyou know where to find me,â she purred in landoâs ear, metaphorically swiping her claws at you with the barbed smile she gave. with that, she walked off with an air of arrogance, presumably to find pietra.
you scoffed, wrapping your arms around landoâs neck. his grin widened, enjoying your extra attention. he closed his eyes as your fingers ran through his brown curls, gentle and bold, a juxaposition. as lando trailed soft kisses to your jaw, you shot a glance at the girl over his shoulder, blowing a mocking kiss to her. she so wished she was you. but alas, she could only wish.
âyâknow, you become so vicious when youâre jealous,â lando smirked, the sound low and teasing, nuzzling into your neck. his hands roamed up and down your sides, squeezing your hips in a way that tempted you, looking like the cat who got the cream. âi love it. trying to stake your claim on me?â
it twisted something in you, some part of you that was happy at his pride over you being jealous. everything he did seemed to cater to your needs, honestly. âjust didnât like the way she was looking at you,â you mumbled, suddenly bashful as you ducked your head. âlike she wanted the winner to herself when youâre mine.â
something flickered in landoâs eyes, some emotion you couldnât placeâit made you want to reach out and fall into the abyss of his eyes. he leaned forward, arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to him. âyeah? yours?â he grinned, voice soft as his eyes sparkled. and really, how were you supposed to not love him?
âyeah, mine.â
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love and deepspace men when you (playfully) reject their kiss ft. zayne, xavier, rafayel
fluff, fluff, FLUFF
zayne
his kiss landed on the outer corner of your lips instead as you turned away at the very last second as he leaned in
he just stared at you for a solid five seconds.
âwas this because i left you on read this afternoon?â his voice was soft, uncertainty danced across his feature. you just shrugged, turning away from him to hide the smile youâve been trying really hard to suppress.
he grabbed a hold of your waist first, keeping you in place. he saw the shameless smile on your face, couldnât help but let out a little chuckle of his own. âshouldâve known.â
you laughed, âbut you did left me on read, how dare you?â his thumb moved up and down on your side as he made no change on his expression, like doing a gesture he didnât even realize doing it. âalright then, i apologize for not replying within twenty minutes, since i did give you a call as soon as i was available.â
you put your hands on either side of his cheeks, he leaned into the touch. of course, it didnât bothered you one bit when he didnât reply right away since you knew very well how demanding his job was.
you planted a sweet kiss on his lips, you could feel his little smile as you pulled away. âgood work today, zayne.â
âhm, then surely you would indulge me more of that for a moment longer?â
xavier
heâs quiet for a moment; he did kiss you, but he didnât know why youâd turn your head on the last second like that as he kissed you on the cheek instead.
he casted his gaze downwards, looking like a rejected kitten in a pouring rain searching for its owner.
your heart squeezed at the adorable act, lifting his chin with your palm. he tilted his head questioningly, the words was obvious on his face. did i do something wrong today? were you mad?
xavier stared at you as he recalled todayâs events, but he reached his wits end pretty fast since he still had no idea why youâd reject his kiss.
you then giggled at his clueless expression, and xavier immediately understood that youâre being playful. he let out a little sigh of relief, embracing you. his neck deep at the crook of your neck, his soft hair tickling you in the best way possible.
âyouâre too playful at times,â he mumbled, he looked like he had all the peace in the world. âsorry, will you forgive me?â you ran your fingers through the back of his head. âiâll forgive you if you promise not to reject my kiss ever again,â he said.
you laughed, âokay then, if you insist.â
rafayel
oh. he looked so offended beyond belief. youâd think someone had insulted his painting; a product from his passion and effort. but to think itâs just a face he made because you didnât want him to kiss you.
âi see what this is,â he started, the dramatic side of him just wouldnât let this slide. you challenged, âyeah? what is it?â
âyou tell me. this is just the beginning isnât it. first you reject my kiss, next thing i know youâd be packing your bags, telling me youâve fallen out of love.â he crossed his arms in front of his chest, his pout was the most exaggerated as itâs ever been.
you had to hold your laugh so hard, you covered your mouth with your fist. âit was just a kiss rafayel, i wasnât feeling it.â you replied, trying your best to sound serious.
âwasnât feeling it?â he gasped, like you just insulted his whole entire bloodline. he put up a palm in front of your face, like refraining you to say more controversial things. he took a deep breath to calm himself, âitâs fine, itâs not like i was eager to kiss you either.â he mumbled like he was talking to himself, although itâs obvious heâs being a little loud on purpose. also, lies. he practically bounced on air when he approached you.
finally a laugh escaped you, rafayel looked at you and he just fumed. âjust so you know i expect you to make up for all the emotional distress i just went through.â you laughed a little more as you grabbed a hold of his face. âi would kiss you many times to make it up but i think someone just said he wasnât really that eager to kiss me?â you raised an eyebrow.
his eyes lit up for a moment at the mention of a kiss, and next second he looked around frantically to make an excuse. âitâs okay i understand, fighting that many wanderers who make a lot of strange screeching noises? itâd disturb your hearing a little. i said i was eager to kiss you.â he smiled, nodding to himself. you laughed once more at his ridiculousness.
âsure, letâs go with that excuse.â you kissed him and when you pulled away he held your head, giving you multiple kisses before he let you go with a grin.
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precious
summary: just cuteness thats it
MY LOVEâ€ïžâđ„
heâs not up yet?
nah steel sleepingđŽ
okay omw
Satoru looked away from the phone and glanced at his son. He rubbed his still-closed eyes with tiny fists. Gojo expected crying, but his baby just sighed.
Your son almost always woke up without fuss, greeting you or Satoru with his sweet smile. But lately, heâs been crying more often during that fine line between the sweet remnants of sleep and waking up. Teething is to blame.
Satoru turned to his side, placed his large palm on Haruâs plump belly, and slowly stroked it. "Papaâs here."
Although Gojo always sulks when the little boy sleeps (since his baby is so cute and he always wants to play with him), there have been times when he accidentally woke Haru during naps because he kissed and poked his chubby son too hard. You always scold him for that.
But now he understands that his little one sleeps restlessly, so he tries to protect his light sleep.
Lost in thought, Gojo didnât notice any movement beside him until he felt tiny fingers wrapping around his much larger one.
Haru turned his head and smiled sweetly, revealing dimples on his flushed cheeks.
"Hi, baby! Did you have a good nap?"
Your son stretched his short arms, then rolled onto his stomach, smiling shyly. Gojo pulled him closer, supporting his back. Sitting next to him, Haru rubbed his sleepy eyes and yawned.âšGojo kissed his sonâs soft tummy.
Haru moved even closer to his father, rubbing his chubby cheek against Gojo's like a kitten.
"Aww, my baby!"
Your husband definitely passed on the gene for the love of physical contact to his boy.
Satoru cooed, "I missed you too! Now tell Papa, what dreams did you have? Was Mama there?" Haru babbled as if answering the question.
When you said you gave birth to an exact copy of Gojo, you weren't even kidding. Besides the identical appearance, your son was just as talkative as his papa.
Gojo lay on his back and put his son on top. Haru reached out his hands to Papa's face and patted his cheeks while giggling. Satoru wiped the drool from his rosy lips and stroked his soft cheek.
"You're the most precious baby in the whole world," Gojo cooed.
"Ahuu"
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[Click Click Boom] [Shadow x Reader short stories]

Summary: You're set to be Shadow's companion to keep an eye on him and keep him in line, a courtesy from the goverment for him saving the world with Sonic and the others.
Word count: 1.8k
Warnings: Can be read as platonic or romantic! Shadow/reader romance is implied though! You're human in this, age is vague but you're meant to be in your 20s.
Disclaimer: Shadow is an adult, and as for the furry debate, he's literally an adult who can consent and is sentient, don't like? Don't read!
A/N: I've literally been obsessed with this fucker since I was a literal child and it's the first time I've written for him!! The trailer yas me going insane. This is written well before the movie has come out, literally all I got to work with is Shadow in the trailer and the bits and pieces of info I psychoanalized so I don't wanna hear shit about it not being accurate tbh, this is self indulgent!!

Shadow isn't the worst task you've been assigned, you both are more akin to awkward roommates more than anything.
I'm talking randomly lingering in the corners of the room, his bright red eyes glowing and they always seemed to be locked right onto you.
You screamed the first dozen times, but now you just glare at the black hedgehog and spit out a "fuck you." and go about your business.
He'll never admit that it brings him infinite amusement, it's hard to tell, but the huff he lets out is evidence enough.

Shadow will never admit he cares for you, he loses everyone he cares for, and humans don't live that long. It's terrifying to think about how much he's come to like you.
He's not nearly as slick as he thinks he is.
You're sitting down at the dinner table, typing away on your laptop, editing the mission report from the other day when Shadow makes his way towards you. Sending him a nod in his direction, you don't think of anything when he moves in close.
A huge slam takes you off guard though, jumping damn near out of your skin as you twist your head to look at him.
"What the fuck-"
"Take it."
It's one of Shadow's guns, his emblem being engraved along the stock.
"What? No, I have guns." You raise an eyebrow at the hog, his face is perfectly still, eyes locking onto yours as he waits for you to grab the heckler.
"Your guns are worthless, you need something better."
"Well excuse me, I so happen to like my guns." You try and joke back, but the offense is taken.
Shadow rolls his eyes so hard you're scared that he's gonna blind himself. Jutting his chin towards the table once more to get your focus back onto it.
"If you have one of mine, I know you're safe." He doesn't elaborate. Not that he needs to.
"...Thank you, Shad."
All you get is a grunt in response, and he's on his way back to his room.
Gingerly picking up the weapon, you take in how pristine it is, a thumb caressing your small initials that you missed on the other side of the stock.

With Shadow saving the world, the reeking of havoc makes it to where he's limited to what he is allowed to do in the public eye.
Not that he listens, he isn't supposed to be out after curfew. But to be fair, it is extremely hard to keep a teleporting hedgehog confined to a meager two-story house.
You can hear him teleport above you, he's on the roofs of the nearby building, leering down at you.
It was a small errand you were on, simply stocking up on the essentials for the house.
Namely, snacks for Shadow, he doesn't ask for a lot other than coffee beans and Doritos.
You are choosing to ignore the fact that he eats the coffee beans straight up, the crunch echoes through your head and it sends a shudder down your spine.
He was adamant against you leaving the house this late, standing in front of the front door.
"No."
"Fuck you mean no?"
"I said no."
"....I don't listen to men."
And you weaved around him to leave the house, ignoring his shout of disapproval.
That leads you both to here now, you pretending you don't see him trailing you from the rooftops as you walk your way back home from the small shopping center.
You feign surprise when he opens the house door for you, begrudgingly sticking a hand out to help you with your bags.
"Oh! Thank you my knight in shining armor~"
"Shut it."

He's never told you his birthday, which you can understand, living for 50 years and not having your family around must be hard. No matter how he may fake that it doesn't bother him.
That doesn't stop you, not in the slightest really. You damn near kick him out of the house for the day, shoving him over to Tom and Maddie's house so he can be with the others. Despite how much he protested.
"I don't want to go over there. Not with that blue fake."
"You don't really have a choice bub, I need you out of the house."
"I don't understand why I have to-"
"Keep arguing with me and I will make it a point to not buy you shit next grocery trip."
It's an empty threat, but he grunts nonetheless.
"...."
"That's what I thought."
When he finally gets home from his long and admittedly overstimulating day with the Wachowskis, he's ready to recharge in his room.
He teleports through the house door, sighing and rubbing at his temples as he moves to kick off his shoes, knowing that if he doesn't, you'd chastise him for not doing so.
Something about tracking dirt and rocket fuel into the carpet.
Whatever.
After trying to massage his brain through his fur, he opens his eyes up to see a colorful banner strung across the mantle.
'Happy birthday!' It screams, in its disgustingly neon color palette.
Shadow wracks his brain for any information of it being your birthday, he knows for a fact it isn't today. A friend you're throwing a party for? Well, that makes no sense, he knows very well you don't have many friends, especially any that you'd invite your house up for.
You're antisocial to a fault, not that he has absolutely any room to talk.
He hears you before he sees you, turning the corner into the living room, carrying some balloons in your hands. A stupid little party hat on your head.
"Shadow! What are you doing back so early?"
Kicking off the last shoe, he stands at his full height, staring into your eyes with a shrug.
"I wasn't aware I had a time."
"....fair enough, anyways, fuck, goddamnit. Stay here. Okay?"
And you're off, running into the kitchen, his ears flick at the slamming of the fridge door, followed by the cabinets being no doubt, hip nudging it shut way too forcefully.
He's awkwardly standing there still until you yell for him to come in.
Shadow has half a mind to ignore you and go into his room, but curiosity kills the cat, so he takes in a deep breath and makes his way to you.
He finds you sitting at the little kitchenette, a nervous smile spread across your lips as you gesture to the plate in front of you.
The smell is apparent, it's a coffee cupcake.
The hedgehog feels his ears flick again, staring down at the desert, then trailing his eyes back to meet your own. Wordlessly asking you what was going on.
"You've never told me your birthday, but it's been a year since you've been here, with me. After the whole trying to destroy the world shit. So since you won't tell me, we can kinda treat this as it?" You keep rambling, eyes flitting around the room, very clearly nervous as to his reaction.
Shadow doesn't say anything, or move even. Just staring down at the cupcake.
It looks amateurish, the frosting is lopsided, and the toppings on it look messy. But you made it for him. You even added a big black "1" candle in the center.
He doesn't know what to say, he can feel heat rush through his body, rushing to his ears and his face, and his fur feels constricting.
What the fuck.
What the actual fuck.
You go to open your mouth again, no doubt to apologize, but he beats you to it.
Moving to scoop up the treat, he gently sniffs it before taking a cautionary bite.
A beat passes between the two of you.
"...it's good."
Shadow does his best to ignore the smile that blooms across your face, not wanting to remember just how pretty he finds you like this.
Disgusting.

Shadow doesn't like touch, you know it, he knows it, and everyone knows it. He's threatened to break Sonic's wrist for even so much as patting the older hedgehog on the back. Baring his sharper fangs and hissing out to not touch him ever.
He avoids group hugs from Team Sonic, avoids Tom and Maddie like the plague, dodging every invitation to be a part of the family, it makes him sick to think about it.
With you, it's a little different.
You're not like them, you don't push him to change, you don't have a problem with how closed off he is, giving him space, never once pushing his very strict boundaries.
Something churns in his chest at the sound of you crying in your room, you probably think you're being incognito, holding a pillow to your face to drown out your sobs.
The internal debate is heavy, Shadow used to be able to comfort, to provide warmth, but he hasn't done so in years. Flashes of memories where he would comfort Maria on her bad health days, letting her run her fingers over his quills, to lend an ear to Gerald when he was frustrated about treatments not working.
It's not to say he is replacing you in their place, but it's scary. To open himself up like that again. He can feel his anxiety rising as he goes over the pros and cons of crossing this line. Eyes squeeze shut forcefully as he tells himself he doesn't care about you, that you're an adult, and you don't need to be babied.
His ears twitch when a pathetic little whimper drops from your lips, and his resolve cracks.
You don't look up when he makes his way in, too stuck in your bubble.
Startling a little when two, much stronger and larger hands grab at your own, peeling them away from the pillow. Your puffy bloodshot eyes looking at the hedgehog in front of you, his face set as it usually is, stoic. But his eyes are different, and his body language is different, when has he ever looked at you so softly? It's jarring.
Oh, he's moving closer. Okay. Weird.
"Shadow? Uh, I'm ok-"
You try and lie, it's a pitiful attempt. Your voice is scratchy and the tear tracks down your cheeks aren't helping your plight.
"No, you're not."
He shuts you down immediately, hands sliding up your arms to drag you into him.
The instant your bodies touch, you feel a fresh wave of tears well up in your eyes again.
Shadow has you resting against him, your head resting on him as he wraps himself loosely in your arms, giving you the space to move away if you so choose.
It's the first time he's allowed you to hug him, the first time he's ever initiated contact with someone in years. A fact that you both are well aware of.
A sob works its way up your throat, immediately tightening your grip on the hedgehog, curling into him as you shake.
Shadow doesn't say anything, doesn't make fun of you as snot pours from your nose, doesn't point out that your mascara and eyeliner are getting everywhere, just sits there and lets you cling onto him like he's your only lifeline.
He thinks that this is okay, he's strong enough for you both, and you don't need to worry when he's here.

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