#and to be open to the suffering it causes

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Something About You || Woozi

Pairings: Woozi x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Lawyer!Woozi, Event Coordinator!Reader, Selective Amnesia au, Secret Relationship au

Synopsis: When your boyfriend loses all memories of you after an accident, you go through hell of a time trying to bring back the memories. But in the process of convincing him what you both had was real, it makes you question if what you both had was ever real.

Warnings:  jihoon is outright blunt and asshole, mentions accident, jihoon suffers selective amnesia, reader has astraphobia, relationship is hidden and based on rebound, one fighting scene, jihoon gets beaten by umbrella, oral (f. recieving), fingering, dirty talks, rough sex.

Word Count: 11.5k

Thanks to @cherriegyuu for beta reading this ♡

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The look Jihoon gives you is condescending. He believes that whatever you said just now is the most ridiculous thing he has ever heard.

"I know it's hard to believe but it's true that I'm your girlfriend."

You repeat, biting back the tears.

The doctor takes pity on you and attempts to make his patient understand his current medical situation quoting it in most layman terms possible.

"Mr. Lee, you have been in an accident and that has caused internal bleeding in your brain. I'm not going into details but that has caused neural damage.", he continues solemnly, "Since you can't recognize your partner, we have run some tests and it indicates that you're suffering from amnesia."

Suddenly the door barges open and enters Soonyoung, Jihoon's friend and most probably the only one on his side who knows about your relationship.

Jihoon's eyes light up as he recognizes his friend and the realization dreads upon you.

"It's selective amnesia.", the doctor explains, carefully studying your expression, "Mr. Lee has forgotten all the memories you've shared."

Soonyoung stands up, his entire demeanor masked in disbelief, "How is that possible? He recognised everyone when I showed him the pictures! How can he not remember his girlfriend?"

"We can't give you an exact explanation but it's possible that before the accident happened Mr. Lee was thinking about her. "

You fiddle your fingers, tears wetting your cheeks and chin. Taking a deep breath, you ask, "Is there a possibility he can remember me or am I erased from his mind forever?"

You choke a sob. 

"There are cases where the patients have recovered their memories. It can take two days, two weeks, two years or even two decades. There's no certainty. In some cases", the doctor relents, "they never got their memories back. I'd suggest you revisit familiar places, re-watch your shared moments captured together. Anything to make him regain his lost memories."

It's been a hell of a ride since then.

Lee Jihoon, an enigmatic independent lawyer, who has zero nonsense tolerance has now a random woman constantly claiming to be his girlfriend of two years.

And somehow his close friend is backing up that claim. Something's absolutely fishy.

Jihoon glares at Soonyoung and completely ignores your presence right next to him.

"You have brought her into my office now?", Jihoon glowers in rage, his voice low, "Soonyoung explain yourself."

As the said man opens his mouth, you gesture him to stop.

You pull out your phone, opening the gallery.

"I have already seen them.", Jihoon says unimpressed, "I get that we have met through Soonyoung but these photos suggest nothing more than us being friends."

You show him a picture where he's hugging you from behind, his chin perched on your shoulder. You're smiling looking at the camera, he's smiling looking at you.

There's another one, set in his apartment, you are drawing something on his hand and he's kissing the top of your head. 

Jihoon turns away from you in his revolving chair, "This doesn't prove shit. We could have done this as friends."

You sigh, "Do you think you are that kind of person who'd do this with a mere or even a close friend?"

That shuts him up for a moment.

"Why would I be lying to you, Jihoon?", Soonyoung asks, almost offended.

"You tell me. I'm also not sure why you are doing this.", Jihoon retaliates.

There's a beat of silence before Jihoon continues, rubbing his temples in frustration, "Look, I don't wanna be an ass about it but you don't have enough proof to back up that we were in a relationship."

"But--", you're getting cut off.

"No one knows about us, none of my friends or colleagues. You show me our pictures and I admit they look intimate but it doesn't solidify that we were dating. You showed me our text conversation and never in the span of two years did I write a single 'I love you'.", he shakes his head, "All of it looks circumstantial to me."

It hits you harder than you could imagine.

Another couple of months go by and you're still not giving up. 

"He was on a call with me, Soonyoung, when the accident happened he was talking to me.", you admit sobbing. Soonyoung hands you the tissue box and patiently waits for you to continue. 

"He had been acting antsy for the past few days and though I wanted to share his burden, I decided not to probe. I knew he'd eventually let me know. Before the accident, the last thing he said was he had something to tell me and he was on his way to my place."

He pats on your shoulder, "Jihoon will get back his memories of you, Y/N. Let's keep trying."

But you've freed Soonyoung from the burden of constantly backing you up, still being a great friend he shows up whenever he can.

You work as an event coordinator. You were acquainted with Soonyoung through a common friend, so when over two years ago you had been contacted by him to be the planner of his brother's wedding, you agreed instantly. 

You are professional. In your line of work, you're well known for professionalism. 

But it was discarded the moment you saw Jihoon among the crowd on the wedding day. 

You had ditched professionalism then and only once, when you asked Soonyoung for his friend's contact details. When enquired, you spilled it all to Soonyoung honestly. 

Lee Jihoon is a known name in the city, he's reputed to be the best. It goes back a year when your friend's aunt had gotten scammed by a loan shark losing her property. With no lawyer interested in defending her, it was only Jihoon who had fought for her.

You swore you hadn't seen anyone cooler. The aura he emitted, the impeccable ferociousness and the sincerity he showed when he represented his client had you down bad for him.

Since then you've developed a crush but it would pass by, you thought, as there's no way you'd be crossing paths with him ever unless you have something to deal with legally.

But seeing him again during Soonyoung's brother's wedding was a sucker punch to your gut.

Suddenly, the crush resurfaces, in fact it ten folds when Jihoon looked nothing but absolutely gorgeous throughout.

"Jihoon has a foul mouth, so don't expect anything good coming out of it.", Soonyoung warns as he sends you the contact details, "Don't cry, don't take it to heart, no matter what he says."

And Soonyoung was correct. 

"Hi, I'm Y/N. I got your contact from Soonyoung."

When you had called Jihoon asking him if he could free some time for you as you had something to discuss, he agreed, assuming you would be needing some legal advice.

"Go on a date with me.", you say, "Please?"

The incredulous look on his face was remarkable but you had mustered all the courage within the world before sitting in front of him and discarded all the shame along with it.

"I'd be courteous since you're Soonyoung's friend but don't dare to try this act again.", Jihoon gets up, controlling himself from berating you as he walks past.

"3 dates.", you grab his wrist and he looks back at you, "That's all I want. And if you reject me after that, I won't be a bother."

Yanking his hand from your grip, he glares, "And why did you assume that I'd want to invest my time on you? You must be knowing that I'm quite busy."

"That surely makes you bitchless.", you snark back under your breath but Jihoon catches it.

He scoffs in a mix of disbelief and anger, "You--"

Clamping your hand on his mouth, you apologize quickly, "Sorry about that. And to answer your question", you grin, "Why don't you find it out yourself by going on a date with me? Tonight works for you?"

"You, for sure have a few loose screws.", Jihoon finally says, removing your hand, "Look I'm not interested and I'm busy, I work till late every night."

So Jihoon is rendered speechless when he sees you knocking on his office door late at night, to be specific at 2 AM.

"Hey, brought delicious wedding food and beer for us.", you enter and set the bag on the chair as the table was occupied, "That was one extravaganza wedding I had to arrange."

"And who said that you could be here?", Jihoon quips back, initially agitated but as the aroma of food hits his nose, reminding how he had skipped meals again and now his stomach could growl anytime, "This is rude and unethical."

"I know but I've decided to go against all ethics to woo you, Mr. Lee.", you throw him a wink which has Jihoon rolling eyes at you.

The first date was spent by eating food, chugging beer and your one sided talks.

The second one comes some days later as Jihoon agrees upon it just to make it crystal clear that he's really not interested and you should stop pestering him. He goes blunt, his words piercing you, intentionally. 

Though you insist, he is adamant. So you promise to not bother him anymore and make up your mind to move on.

Surprise comes to you a month later when Jihoon asks to meet you through a text. Somehow that night ends with you tangled in his sheets and the next morning he finally agrees to date you.

"Let's keep it private for now.", Jihoon tells and before you could ask the reason, he continues, "I wanna be sure, if it works out fine, let's tell everybody."

You find it a bit skeptical but it's not impractical so you agree. 

"But Soonyoung gets to know.", you declare, leaving no room for negotiations, "And my family and close friends would be knowing too."

Jihoon is your boyfriend now but something about the way let's himself around you makes you worry.

You don't expect him to act lovesick around you but he's so conserved. He barely texts you, only shows up when insisted and rarely initiates anything. There are no terms of endearment from him, no special acts.

Eight months into the relationship and you decide it's enough. You're done with his half ass slash zero commitments. So you start to act like him, zero calls, no texts and updates. You realise that you had gotten too good at the game when Jihoon knocks at your door one night.

Jihoon notices the lack of communication on your part and he doesn't let it bother him thinking you must have been busy but when it goes on for nearly a month, it strikes him that something's definitely wrong so that's how he finds himself knocking on your door.

And that night changes the dynamics between you two.

Jihoon has been getting frequent dreams nowadays. He sees you in all of them. In one, he's playing chess with you, in another you're perched on his lap humming soothing melodies to get him to nap. In some he sees your bodies tangled in the sheets.

He wakes up, his body hot, mind foggy. It's reoccurring, even pestering. He concludes that the reason behind these dreams is all the nonsense you've been feeding him daily, it's because he sees you everyday. He decides to put a stop to it.

"Something's bothering you?", you ask upon entering his cabin, "need help?"

Jihoon perks up, "And what can you help me with?"

"You might have forgotten, but we used to brainstorm a lot. You'd never go into the exact details of the case to respect privacy and we'd create hypothetical scenarios and try to come up with possible nooks and crannies."

He scoffs, "I would never take opinions from anyone. It's not my way of working, I work solely upon my hunch and instincts."

You've had a long day and aren't in a mood for banter. All you want is a warm bath and tight sleep.

So not pushing it further, you set the bags on the table and say, "I bought you food from your favourite outlet. Eat it up while it's hot and call me if you need me."

"Don't expect me to call you.", Jihoon blurts out, "When are you gonna stop doing this?"

You give him a sharp look, "Stop doing what?"

"Trying to forcefully insert yourself in my life."

You scoff, "Maybe when you stop being an asshole and try to put some effort into gaining back your memories?"

Jihoon glares at you. You glare back at him, no way you're taking shit from him today.

When his jaw ticks and eyes turn darker, you think of backing down and leaving because you know it's the look he gives when he's about to say something absolutely brutal.

"Maybe you should get a hint by now.", he says coldly, "Isn't it obvious, the reason why I remember everyone but you?"

"Jihoon, don't.", you say as soon as he opens his mouth to speak again.

"You weren't someone important in my life, Y/N. You're so insignificant that I don't even remember you."

Your throat closes up. A tear falls down your cheek and before he could continue his verbal assault, you run out of his cabin.

While doing so you bump into someone.

"I'm sorry.", you say, wiping your tears before looking up.

The woman in front of you, echoes your words and leaves. Your gaze follows her and you see her entering Jihoon's office. And rooted to the ground, through the glass window you watch an entirely different Jihoon. The frown on his face is quickly replaced by a shy smile, his body language seemingly changing to gentleness. The way he crosses the chairs to pull one out for the woman to sit, the eye contact that definitely holds a meaning.

For the first time, your head and heart come up with the same conclusion.

Later that night, Jihoon is somewhat shocked to receive a call from you.

"Who's she, Ji?", you ask from the other side, "Why were you looking at her like that?"

He straight up knows whom you are talking about and he right away knows that you're drunk.

"Where are you? Are you alone?", he asks you, already looking for his car keys.

He hears something incoherent and presses the phone tighter against his ear.

"Tell me Ji, why were you looking at her like that?", you ask again.

He halts, "Like what?"

You hum and he hears a loud thud. There's a moment of silence and Jihoon is rooted, holding his breath.

Moments later, you speak again, "Like you used to look at me. Like you like her."

"Where are you, Y/N? Can you send me your location?", he tries to coax you, "I'll come right away, we'll talk. Please tell me where you are."

Another pause and just as he's about to speak again, he hears your sobs. His heart tightens in his chest.

"D-Did I already lose you, Ji?", comes your choked voice, "Did you give up on us? Why can't you like me again?"

There is no answer to your questions. 

"I love you.", you say, "I love you so much that it hurts. What do I do now? I-I think I love you way too much, much more than I thought. And I regret not telling you sooner."

Jihoon freezes, he's tongue tied, his knees almost giving up.

"And if this is the end of us, then--", the line disconnects. You've accidentally hung up.

He calls you back immediately but you don't pick up. Repeated calls, when they remain not received, he sends you a string of texts.

Already inside his car, he's about to drive away in search of you, aimlessly, when he receives a text from you.

'I'm at home.'

He let out a breath of relief, his mind pounding, his heart thumping because of your words from before.

It's been over a month since Jihoon has seen or heard from you. For a week or two it was nice, not having you breathing on his neck felt refreshing. By the end of the third week he's worrying about you, his mind is relentlessly fogged with your thoughts. Mid of fourth week and he's contemplating whether to send you a text or ask Soonyoung to do it. 

It isn't relaxing anymore, it's stressful. It bothers him to all extent. He feels guilty about going overboard with his choice of words that night, he never meant to make you cry. He can't forget your drunk confessions either.

You are on a call with your mother who's nagging you to consider extending your stay when you go home for Christmas along with the equal urging of your sister and father. A lot of negotiations and you're finally agreeing to them.

"How's Jihoon? Any luck with the memories?", your sister, Eunha asks.

"Let's not talk about him.", you say after a beat, "I think, my relationship with Jihoon--", you halt, not being able to continue further, before the cracking of your voice gives it all away.

Eunha knows you better than anyone and sensing your tone, she's quick to assure you, "I've always admired your straight headedness. Whatever it is, I know you'll overcome it. And all of us are always there for you."

The doorbell rings and you frown, "Thanks Eun. I'll call you later, bye."

Checking the time and opening the door causes your frown to deepen. 

Jihoon sits on the couch, an awkward tension lingering in the atmosphere. And somehow it pains you to look at him, you're avoiding eye contact, looking everywhere but him, waiting for him to initiate the conversation.

A photo on the centre table catches Jihoon's attention and he picks it up, his curious eyes scrutinizing the faces. It's the two of you, an amusement park in the backdrop, grinning ear to ear, pressed cheek against cheek, radiating love through the photo itself.

You quickly snatch the frame out of his grip, setting it down on the same centre table.

"I hate amusement parks", Jihoon mutters more to himself but loud enough for your ears to pick up, "Because they're so crowded and everyone's screaming.", he looks up at you, "I went there with you?"

You just give a simple nod, no explanation, no backstory.

I love going to amusement parks. And you don't hate them anymore.

"Why are you here?", you ask him finally.

"I'm sorry.", he blurts out, "I'm really sorry for that night."

Your brows furrow for a moment before the neutral expression returns, "You didn't have to come here to apologise, a call would have sufficed."

For the record, you just know you had called him as an aftermath of that night but you don't remember, not even a bit of things you had said and you don't plan on bringing that up either.

Jihoon notices your defensiveness and to test it he stands up to walk towards you but you're immediately backing up.

"I'm feeling under the weather so if you're done, could you leave?", you speak still avoiding his gaze, "And I know you don't want me anywhere near you, rest assured I won't be a bother."

"What do you mean?", he asks closing in, "Are you still upset at me, even after I apologized?"

You keep stepping back, "I'm not upset. I'm just not feeling well, please leave."

I think you already replaced me, Ji.

Your back hits the wall and reaching you with long strides, Jihoon is caging you between the wall and his arms.

He hovers over you, "For the past months, you've been begging for my attention, trying everything to establish our relationship, so what happened, what's with this change in demeanour?"

He leans in, your faces merely an inch apart.

"Isn't this what you wanted?", your somber gaze meets his fiery ones.

He's not sure what he wants anymore.

"I have been having dreams about you, about us.", he admits, stepping away, "And I don't think they're just infringements of my imagination."

"What did you see?", your voice comes out in a whisper.

He then proceeds to tell you about the dreams and not so surprisingly you have stories and even photos for some cases to collate with his description of dreams.

"So did we record it as well?", Jihoon asks amused as you dab your hot pink cheeks, "I wanna see it though--"

You're slapping a hand on his mouth as he blatantly teases and asks you about the wet dreams he has been seeing which wakes him up with a tent in his pants.

"Let's brainstorm.", Jihoon is setting his briefcase on the table suddenly, taking out some flaps.

You eye him in suspicion, "Did you hit your head again, you're acting strange. You're acting like my Jihoonie."

The corners of his lips twitch, trying to suppress a smile, "Maybe your Jihoonie wants to make a comeback."

"I'll be waiting with my arms wide open, I miss my boyfriend.", you admit, your tone emitting sadness, your gaze meets his and you're smiling, "Thanks Jihoon."

Maybe that night at his workplace, you read it all wrong. Maybe your mind was too tired, your heart was too hurt so they made a fuss over nothing because you know your Jihoon would never do something to hurt you, even when he can't remember you. Even though his head can't recognise you, there's a hope that his heart would still beat for you.

He grins wider, "Don't get me wrong, I just came here to test your problem solving abilities."

"You should be thanking the heavens that I didn't choose law as my career, you'd have been jobless otherwise.", you retort smugly.

Maybe running your mouth isn't the best option, especially when with Jihoon because now he's running his fourth hypothetical case with you, pinching your arm whenever your drowsy eyes are shutting close.

"Another wedding?", you hum in delight, "Ah, god bless you."

Joshua laughs, "Is it such good news to you that another of my friends is getting married?"

"Isn't it obvious? It keeps the business running.", you muse, eating the brownies he has baked for you, "This is the 4th one right? Why are all your friends getting married this year?"

Joshua ponders, "Beats me as well. How are the brownies, sweetheart? I tried a new recipe today."

"And it's my new favourite.", you say, making him grab a bite of his own baking, "Makes me wanna kiss your hands."

He unabashedly holds his hands to your face only to get a swat.

"That's not what you said you'd do, sweetheart.", he feigns offense, "Shouldn't you start commissioning me by now? I think I bring in a fair share of customers."

He's absolutely right. Joshua is people's people. Everyone knows him. You knew Soonyoung through Joshua, in fact most people know others via him. 

The common link, the mutual friend that everyone talks about is actually Joshua Hong. He's the gossip monger, nothing gets past him. Not even the fact that you had gotten into a relationship. 

You were an expert in keeping personal matters under the sleeves and as asked by Jihoon, only Soonyoung was made known. But two weeks under his observation and he's declaring that there's no point in hiding, that he can tell by your body language that you're dating.

You didn't deny, you knew Joshua is perceptive. Though you felt bad for hiding who you're dating, he waved it off with all smiles stating he'll get to know when the time is right.

"Correct, I should start commissioning you but for baking me the best confectioneries.", you chirp happily, "The lemon drizzle chocolate cake you made at the previous wedding, I can't stress how good it was. Only you could make chocolate and lime flavour work like magic."

"You look happy, sweetheart.", Joshua comments casually, "How's things going with Mr. Boyfriend?"

"It's complicated, Josh.", your mood sets down.

Joshua takes a look at your face and decides to drop the topic.

"What do you think of me, Josh?", you ask with a serious tone, throwing him off bound.

"You want the truth, sweetheart?", he asks softly, his hand already atop yours, rubbing your skin soothingly.

Just one please from you and Joshua is baring his heart out, "I don't know who made you doubt yourself but to me, you're my rock. I have tons of friends but you're among the ones I'd always seek solace. When I had no one, you were there to support me."

He smiles embarrassed as you catch his teary eyes. Joshua is always cheery but there are rare moments like this where you get to see his vulnerable side.

"I was almost out of business when you took me under your wing until I had accumulated enough capital and reputation to establish the standalone business.", he fondly pats your head, "You barely knew me then, just know that you saved my life back then. So I'd never accept anything apart from compliments from anyone about you."

"Joshua Hong, it's too early, don't make me cry.", you say wiping your tears.

His laugh reverberates pleasantly, "You look pretty even when crying, sweetheart."

"You mean ugly."

"I said what I meant, sweetheart."

You could never win against Joshua.

"You're going to Soonyoung's housewarming party right?"

"Only if you're going.", Joshua sighs, leaning back, stretching his arms, "Socializing can be pretty tiring, sweetheart, so I need you as my charge-up."

Soonyoung thinks, no he's sure that Jihoon has been acting differently.

"Weeks ago", Soonyoung pulls up his phone, "I even have proof, you said you weren't coming to my housewarming party. I was hurt, I still am."

Jihoon grimaces.

"You said that you won't go if Y/N's going.", he almost shoves the phone on the lawyer's face, "And now you're here just to ask if she's coming. Why does it matter so much?"

Jihoon gets a little frightened when he sees Soonyoung holding up his hand. He's gonna count points now and after each point, Jihoon knows he's gonna get earfuls.

"First of all, I'm your friend so why does it matter who's coming or not. You should be there ", one finger down.

"Second, unlike you, Y/N is a decent person who doesn't abandon her friends.--"

"When did I abandon you--"

Without batting an eye, Soonyoung continues, "Third, I don't care if you're coming or not."

Jihoon cowers when Soonyoung puts his hand down smiling, almost eerie, "Now, tell me what changed? Are you getting your memories back?"

"Well maybe? First I've been having dreams, now they've turned into flashes. It has been difficult, this whole thing since the accident. But I think I'll get those missing pieces of my memories back soon.", Jihoon smiled wistfully.

"You better be on your knees and apologize to your girlfriend when you do so.", Soonyoung says with an undertone but smiles nonetheless, "I deserve an apology as well."

"Did you just curse?", your brows crease. 

When there's nothing but silence that follows, your eyes squint as you speak again, "So you're not gonna answer me?"

Jihoon frowns, "Who's Joshua and why are you taking him with you as your plus one?"

"We both didn't have a plus one so we decided to go together, that's it.", you explain, "And I know you said you wouldn't go to the party if I go so what's the problem here?"

"Can you stop please?", he pouts and you fight back the strong urge to kiss it away, "It was before, now I want to go but with you."

You grin, "Sorry, but I can't ditch Josh. There's time, find someone."

He nods, accepting defeat. He follows you from the kitchen to the dinning as you set the plates on the table.

You both have fallen into a routine, Jihoon has been acting awfully comfortable around you lately. He drops by your place anytime, he knows your passcode. When you call to remind him about having meals he makes excuses to see you. 

"The lawsuit against the insurance company that I've been working on", he says sitting across from you, "The one we discussed last month, I am planning to try the method you suggested. You might be right, I think these people are collectively trying to extort money in the name of insurance from the company, all of them have huge debts piled up and they're in a closely knitted group."

"Jihoon, let me warn you, it might be the case that your client is actually the perpetrator. What would you do then? You're supposed to fight for your client, not against them. You'll lose trust, people won't come to you."

"Then let it be. Maybe I'd get less cases, but people who are wrongfully accused would have their trust in me. I won't side with those who are on the wrong side of the law."

You give him a proud smile as you both eat in a soothing silence before he leaves your apartment as it drizzles outside.

By the time Jihoon reaches his apartment, the dizzles have turned into a heavy downpour with lightning jagging across the sky. And by the time he's out of the shower he can hear the thunderstorms soaring.

His head hurts with an intensity causing his knees to buckle up. There's a flash again and despite the ache, he's searching for his car keys.

Yet another one of his numerous calls remains unreceived. With every second that ticks away, Jihoon feels his heart constricting. However, his eyes glints hope when he sees the glimpse of the familiar building, nearing it.

His nervousness causes him to mispunch the code a fair number of times. Entering, he comes across an expected sight. The surroundings are pitch black, just becoming visible when the lightning strikes. 

"Y/N?", he shouts. No response. He puts on the flashlight of his cell phone and starts searching for you cautiously. He takes a deep breath, all he has to do is search across a hall, two rooms and a kitchen.

"Y/N?", he shouts again. Still no response. Just as he's about to stride towards the bedroom, from the corner of his eyes he spots a silhouette somewhere in the kitchen. He turns, focusing the flashlight, to see your weak form. You are supporting yourself by the counter with your fingers jabbed into your ears. His gaze softens.

He lunges towards you, engulfing your shaking form into a tight hug, "Shh...I'm here."

"Ji...", you voice out weakly, wrapping your hands around his waist instantly. The call of this nickname stirs something within him. He rubs your back, peppering soft kisses on your forehead. Another lightning strikes and you're shivering in his embrace.  

The raindrops hitting the window panes erupts the stillness of the night. Only with the rain stopping, you find yourself calming down. And you find yourself in Jihoon's embrace.

"How did you-- Why did you come back?", you ask, pulling away but Jihoon doesn't let go of you.

He wipes your tears and observes you carefully, "Are you okay now?"

You nod, "Thanks, Jihoon."

"I felt like I needed to be with you. I don't know how but I just knew that you've astraphobia so I drove back as fast as I could."

You feel a sense of relief, "You already knew, you're just starting to get your memories back, Jihoon."

He stares at you, his eyes darting to your lips often. 

You stare back at him, his eyes asking for your permission.

There's an unspoken consent and instantly, his lips are on your. Pressed against the counter, he grabs the back of your neck deepening the kiss. His thumb runs against the column of your throat, making your head go dizzy.

You gasp into the kiss when he lifts and sets you up on the counter. 

"Ji..", you say breathlessly, "We probably shouldn't--"

His lips work now, trailing hot kisses down your neck and collarbone, "I want to love my girlfriend, is it so wrong?"

"Whom you don't even remember--", another kiss to shut you up. The way you moan is enough for Jihoon to almost make a mess in his pants. 

"Which room?", his voice is thick with desire as he carries you now, not breaking the intense eye contact. "Tell me before I fuck you against the wall.”

One hand slides between your legs while the other supports your weight, as he lays you on the bed his fingers exploring through the fabric of your dress. “Tell me to stop.", he whispers against your neck, nipping slightly.

"Don't stop, Ji", you whine and that breaks him completely. 

His breath catches in his throat at your intense gaze and he leans down to whisper in your ear his hands trail down your sides, making you shiver. His hands push your panties down, sliding the fingers across your wet slit, “Was it lonely here without me?”

“Please Ji, need you.”

With a gentle yet firm grip, he holds your wrists above your head. “You're so adorable when you're needy like this…”, he presses his lips to your neck, trailing kisses downwards, “Such a perfect, impatient thing.”

He hooks his fingers in your thighs, pulling your legs around his waist as he settles between your thighs. He looks down at you with loving eyes, his voice dropping to a husky whisper "My love, you're killing me with these eyes.”

Your body moves on its own, trying to find friction, soft gasps coming out each time you feel his hard clothed length.

A deep chuckle escapes him, "So responsive. Is this what you wanted? To make me go wild?" He leans down, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss while one hand traces your curves, “Such a good girl.”, he whispers against your lips.

He breaks the kiss to look into your eyes, his own burning with desire, "I'm going to take you hard and fast, tonight.”

A wolfish grin spreads across his face at your eager response. In one swift motion, he tears off your clothes, leaving you bare before him. His eyes darkens with lust as he takes in the sight of you. "Damn, you're gorgeous." he growls, quickly shedding his own clothes.

He settles back between your thighs, his hardness pressing urgently against you. With a sharp inhale, he slides into your welcoming heat, filling you completely. "Fuck, you feel incredible," he groans, setting a relentless pace. His hips snapping against yours with each powerful thrust.

He leans down to roughly claim your lips, swallowing your moans as he continues his frenzied pace. His hands grip your hips tightly, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he holds you in place. "Take it, baby. Take every inch of my cock.”

“Fuck, missed you so much Ji, missed being ruined by you.”, you say in between of sobs and gasps, clenching around him.

His movements become more urgent, more possessive. He knows you're close, and it only spurs him on, "Squeeze me just like that. Milk my cock with your perfect little pussy.”

With a feral growl, he buries himself deeper inside you, grinding against your g-spot as he unleashes a torrent of thrusts. Your screams of pleasure fill the room as you reach your peak, your inner walls convulsing around his pistoning cock.

As you come down from your high, he continues to pound into you mercilessly, seeking his own release. His face contorts with pleasure as he chases his climax, his body glistening with sweat. 

With one final, brutal thrust, he explodes inside you, his hot seed filling your womb as he roars his release. He collapses on top of you, his heavy breathing the only sound in the room as he tries to catch his breath. "Fuck... Are you okay?”

He nuzzles his face against your neck, his body still trembling as he asks softly, "Are you alright? Did I hurt you?" 

His large hands gently roam your body, checking for any bruises or marks from his rough handling. "Answer me, please?”

A sigh of relief escapes him as he feels your gentle nod against his cheek. "Good", he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your neck. He gently nips at your lower lip, "Though I do need to lotion those lovely handprints on your hips... they're quite noticeable.”

“If I let you, it'll lead to another round.”, you say, still breathless and smiling.

“I wouldn't mind. Would you?”, he waggles his eyebrows comically, trying to elicit another giggle from you and maybe get inside you again.

Seeing the crowd, you realize that Soonyoung, if not as much as Joshua, is quite popular.

There's a very limited amount of people you can recognise and the majority you don't. You stick close to Joshua and leave his side when the flock of people keep coming and greeting him.

"There you are.", Soonyoung smiles as you hand him a gift, "How's things going?"

You understand the insinuation, giving a genuine wide grin, "A lot better, you must be knowing, he's getting his memories back bit by bit."

He pats on your shoulder, "Soon, he'll be remembering it all."

Though it's crowded but there's a touch of coziness, you like the atmosphere. Taking permission from Soonyoung, you make a quick tour of his new house. It's impressive, it's warm given the purpose, he bought this house to settle in once he gets married. His parents, including him, have been looking for a partner for him.

You conquer a table at the corner, sitting quietly and sipping on the drink that the host himself has given you. 

"There you are, sweetheart.", Joshua settles beside you, taking a sip of what you were drinking.

Joshua is extremely fun and must have a person to be around, specially at the parties. He would point at random people and drop the juiciest gossip about them. What makes it more interesting is that Joshua's memory is photographic and storytelling is top notch.

You'd ask him about something that occurred four years ago he'd be spilling it all out unabashedly, doesn't even need a brush up.

'Just got here, Soonyoung told me you're in the lawn, I'll come and find you.'

A smile creeps up on your face as you read the text from Jihoon, keeping your phone aside.

Joshua demands your attention once again as he points at a woman, wearing an unmistakable neon coloured jacket.

"That's Arong", he says, "Runs her own boutique. She's a Richie rich."

You squint your eyes to figure her out and surprisingly she's someone you know. She's the same woman you had seen visiting Jihoon's office.

With your interest picked, you ask, "How do you know her?"

"We're good friends, went to the same university.", Joshua eyes glint as if he remembers something amusing, excitedly turning his head to look at you, "She's quite a character you know, she used to hangout with a guy discreetly. I think they had the same group and wanted to keep it low. She's not the kind to commit to a relationship."

You listen quietly.

His eyes turn big, emitting specks of energy as he continues, "Here's the interesting part. She knew that the guy liked her, even after that, she indulged him, went on dates, hooked up with him, all of this went on casually. But when the guy finally asks her out, she brushes him off."

Joshua laughs, "Can you believe it? She doesn't even reject him, she just brushes him off. Imagine the humiliation the guy faced.", he quotes, "By the way, it's not her first drill. From what I heard, all her words not mine, that the guy was really invested in her and wasn't willing to give up, must be a romantic kind. It's kinda blurred out on what happened but she did kinda bruise his ego."

There's something unsettling about this whole narrative. You don't know why but your chest caves in.

"So some days later, he comes back only to tell her that he's dating. Such a foul move.", he sighs, "Amidst all of this, I feel bad for the girl he is dating. I mean she's basically a rebound and probably doesn't even know. It was so wrong, he shouldn't have played it like that. How can he play with someone's feelings when he has practically gone through that himself?"

"When did this happen, Josh?", you ask in a quiet voice, "Do you know his name?"

Joshua ponders for a moment, of course he remembers, "This happened almost three years ago. If I had to be specific, hmm, I think it's around when you start dating as well.", he misses the way face pales, "I don't know his name but I have seen him once or twice while I was face timing Arong. Not sure if he's invited to this party."

'Found ya.'

Your phone buzzes with Jihoon's text and you look ahead to see him walking towards you. 

"That's him!", Joshua points out at Jihoon, "He's the guy we just talked about! Oh my god, why is he coming towards us?", he turns his head again to look at you, "Do you know him?"

It all makes sense now. Jihoon's agreement to date you, to him emphasising on keeping it hidden, to his non commitmental attitude. You've been played. You should have known.

Jihoon is in front of you now and all you tell Joshua before walking out is, "Stop Jihoon from following me."

The party was on Sunday and it's Friday when you decide that you won't be taking any more work, won't work except for the scheduled ones, to give yourself a long break. It feels rewarding after spending effort tirelessly throughout the year.

You're exhausted physically, mentally and unavailable emotionally.

Ending things with Jihoon was easy because there wasn't anything to end in the first place. 

You've met Arong, you've met her in the presence of Joshua, Soonyoung and Jihoon himself. This was specially to let Jihoon know what he has done, to hold  him accountable for something that doesn't remember. 

"I'm breaking up with you."

You aren't crying, not a single choke in your voice, eyes void of any emotion.

"Since you don't remember any of it, not even us being in some sort of relationship", your hands ball into a fist, gaze lowering, "And since none of it was ever real, I'm sure you're relieved."

"Y/N, please--"

"If you ever get your memories back, please don't make it an excuse to come see me. I don't want to see or talk to you ever again."

Jihoon grabs your hand once you turn to walk out, "I don't believe that I could do something like this. I'll get my memories back and when I do, let me--" 

"No don't.", Joshua steps up, yanking your arm out of his grip, "Didn't you hear what she said?"

"And who are you to come between us?"

"Someone who's does not play with feelings."

And all of a sudden there's a scuffle. Jihoon is grabbing the collar of the shirt Joshua's wearing and the latter tackles him down on the ground.

You watch in horror, as the two grown men indulge in a fight where the rest had to step in to separate them.

"The audacity, ridiculous!", Joshua huffs as you and Arong hold him.

"Says the one who doesn't know boundaries!", comes Jihoon's retort in Soonyoung's hold.

His eyes dart back at you, holding so much vulnerability that if you hadn't known the truth, he'd be in your arms by now.

"Y/N, I don't believe that it was all an act, that I hadn't fallen in love with you. It can't be, my head might not remember but my heart has definitely not forgotten you."

You chuckle bitterly, "That's delirium, Jihoon. You're busted and now making excuses. You had something important to tell me, you were on the phone with me when the accident happened. The way you had been acting before that, I'm sure you were going to break up with me. So save it. We're done. It's over."

"To the last wedding of the year!"

You raise your glass to the toast absentmindedly, waiting for the head of catering services to finish his speech.

"We're done with the headache.", Wonwoo leans in to speak into your ear.

A slap on his arm but you're laughing nonetheless, "You shouldn't be saying that."

Rolling his eyes, Wonwoo enunciates, "They asked for the change of flower arrangement three times. You know how difficult it is to convince the suppliers at the last moment."

You give him a pat on his shoulder, "You did great as always though. Imagine being in Joshua's shoes, he had to add two tiers to the cake as a last moment request."

"He's a saint for agreeing to it, I'd never--"

"Wonu, that's our job, as long as it's not unrealistic, we'll try to fulfil it.", your tone is reprimanding.

"So we're leaving as planned on the weekend right?", he speaks over your shoulder, as you check off the items from the inventory list.

You both are now behind the barracks, wrapping things up, "Yes.", turning to look at him you thank him, "Also, sorry for crashing in the trip along with Junhee."

"Oh please, my girlfriend absolutely loves you, maybe more than me? And your house is literally on the way, so no sweat at all", Wonwoo laments, shaking his head, "Junhee has been feeling guilty about what happened. She blames herself, you met Jihoon because he was handling her aunt's case back then."

"It's not her fault. I'll talk to her, maybe she needs some lecture on how to not connect dots every time.", you frown, "And thanks. I'm glad that I got some people who are genuine even though my person wasn't."

All Wonwoo does is give you an empathetic smile.

Jihoon leaves no stones unturned.

"Doctor, I'm willing to do anything", his hands are clasped in desperation, "Please, help me get my memories back."

The doctor sighs, he's tired of seeing Jihoon's face every other day. The doctor gets the urgency but his patient is not understanding the implications.

"What do I need to do? Any brain exercising? New medicines? I'm ready to be a guinea pig for scientific research as well. Just name it, I'll do it if it brings my memories back."

His house is a mess. He's searching every corner, every shelf, every drawer but he gets nothing significant, nothing to get back his memories of you.

Soonyoung quietly watches over as Jihoon lays in slumber. He was finally able to get his friend to sleep, an attempt to free him from restlessness even if it's for limited time.

He can't bear to see his dear friend in this condition anymore and almost calls you but he doesn't because it's not his place. He only hopes for you both to be freed of despair.

The hunt goes on, Jihoon looks like a wreck, he is a wreck. Tries to hit his head again, thanks to Soonyoung's presence he's saved, tries unprescribed/unwarranted pills for memory loss and gets admitted to hospital. Vomits tons, loses appetite along with weight.

A hard slap lands across his face and Jihoon winces. Soonyoung had enough. He gives him a diary which Jihoon recognises as his own.

"I found this on top of the almirah, while you were admitted. You can search the obvious places. I haven't gone through it but it's your personal diary. Hopefully this will help."

And it certainly does. Maybe the accident had made him forget about his most important habit. He goes through it, consumes whatever he has written.

Each page hits a nerve, bringing back visions.

He now knows two things, he definitely liked Arong and found you annoying.

When Arong rejected him, he wasn't surprised. He knew Arong, he knew it was something she could pull. His heart wasn't bruised, it was his ego. He couldn't take it.

And you came into the picture, an annoying woman who likes him. Even though he's a rational lawyer, his practicality leaves him when goes by when decides to follow the classic 'to get over someone is to get under someone else'.

It was fine, he found you tolerable. But his initial plan of breaking up after dating a few months started to crumble when he found himself worrying about you, wanting to see you more and yearning for you more. He was rational after all, so he knew it was him changing. His feelings for you ran deeper than what he had for Arong.

He realised that he liked Arong but he loved you, he loves you now.

And as the realisation settles in again, into the present Jihoon, he falls apart.

You don't like the vibe, no you hate it. Your mother doesn't stop making your favourite dishes, your sister doesn't even throw banter, always agreeing with whatever you're suggesting for Christmas tree decoration and your father keeps on buying you presents discreetly which is also not so discreet.

And somehow, Seungkwan, your sister's boyfriend, is walking on eggshells whenever he's around you.

You miss the laughs, you miss the dramatics, you miss the goofiness.

"I'm not dying, y'all. This isn't the end of the world either."

Silence.

"Can we get back to normal? You all are being extraordinarily nice to me and every time you do so I think about the reason and it makes me think about him which is certainly what I don't wanna do."

You lower your gaze again, mind involuntarily going back to Jihoon, the way he fooled you within the entire span of your relationship. Your naive nature acts as a blindfold, causing you to trust people easily and you take pride in it because you are surrounded by good people who never took advantage of it but that's until Jihoon happened.

You gave him your heart, he crumpled upon it and your trust, he stomped on it.

"We're re-doing the deco of the Christmas tree, it's awful.", your sister, Eunha proclaims, "You just sit and watch."

You look at her, a smile gracing your lips and it's contagious, everyone is smiling.

And follows chaos, returns the banter and it's all over the place as the liveliness reappears. You watch it all with your lips curl up.

Christmas comes as fast and you're really excited, first because you know this year you're getting most gifts, second, like every time you won't have to leave the day after, you have a whole month to yourself, to be around your loved ones.

The house lights up in your favourite colours and you chirp around the house happily.

"So when are you going to propose?", you bump his shoulder, whispering into his ear as he prepares the batter for the cake.

Being the dramatic he is, Seungkwan gasps, glares and bumps back at you, "March, on her birthday. She'd like the ring right?"

"She'd love it, it's so beautiful. I can't wait to capture how ugly she'd look while crying.", you laugh at the thought.

"Hey! Watch it, she'll be beautiful even if she snots.", he retorts, "Our babies will be pretty."

"Oh my god, such a simp.", you fake a gag, "I'm gonna puke."

He suddenly pats your back, without looking at you and that somehow conveys that he's there for you.

As the night draws in, you excuse yourself and beeline into your room, locking the door, giving your parents and your sister and her boyfriend some time to themselves. They are bundled on the couch and the carpet in pairs sharing loving gazes and gentle touches.

As you lay on the bed, your favourite pillow starts to get stained with your tears. Your body shakes with sobs as you hide your face behind your palms.

You miss Jihoon.

You miss his voice, his laughs. You miss his silent affection, the way his gaze affirmed many unspoken words.

It's been four months since you called off things. And it hurts how easy it was for him to accept it all, the lack of contact says it all. You haven't blocked him anywhere and he hasn't tried reaching you either.

Why would he? You gifted him the only thing he wanted from you, a break up. Maybe love isn't the same for all, maybe it doesn't come in the same form.

There are repeated knocks on your door and you lay holding your breath, hoping whoever is on the other side thinks that you've fallen asleep and leaves.

The knocks don't stop, they only become frantic and you hear Eunha's distraught voice, "Y/N, you need to be out asap. Only you can stop dad please!"

What could have happened? You rush off to the bathroom to wash your face before opening the door.

You freeze watching the scene unfold.

Jihoon getting on his knees at the doorstep, bowing his head down in front of your seething father who's holding an umbrella, it's end pointed at him.

"Sir.", he calls your father calmly, bringing everyone's attention back to him.

"You must know what I have done to your daughter. I'm ready for whatever punishment you have for me."

He looks at you, as if his words are for you, "Beat me as much as you want, don't look at my face if it disgusts you but when your rage resides please hear me out. I won't leave until you listen to me. So if you want to get rid of me, you'll have to listen to me.", Jihoon gives a sad smile before grabbing the edge of the umbrella and resting it on his shoulder.

"Have you gone mad?", you scold him, "Get up."

He raises his hand to stop you from rushing towards him. He chooses to ignore your words, his gaze trained on your father.

"Are you contemplating, Sir?", he chortles, "Wasn't it bad enough, what I did to your daughter?"

You shake your head, closing your eyes. You know what Jihoon is doing, he's provoking your father and everyone else.

The rage that had subsided a bit, seems to reignite as your father tightens his grip on the object on his hand.

And you could only watch through it.

"She's the youngest of the household, we've raised her with love, pampered her to bits!"

"The last thing we want is to see her in tears that too on a day like this!"

"How dare you show your face here after breaking her heart in the worst way?"

And the words keep pouring in.

Jihoon is squeezing your arm into a tight grip, hissing in pain.

"What's your motive this time?", you ask while dabbing one of the bruises with disinfectant, particularly hard making him wince, "The Lee Jihoon, I know doesn't care about anyone except himself."

Jihoon's unwavering gaze does nothing to answer your queries and you refuse to meet his eyes.

"You can stay in my room for the night, leave by tomorrow morning, as early as possible."

Just as you get up to leave, he stands as well, blocking your path.

"I lost the insurance lawsuit case.", he says, searching for your eyes, "I ratted out my own clients."

"You came all the way here just to tell me this?"

He shakes his head down, with a small stretch of lips. When he looks up again you're shocked to see tears in his eyes.

"I got my memories back, Y/N.", his voice cracks, "All of them."

"Great.", you scoff in distaste, "I had already warned you to not make it an excuse to see me."

He kneels again, on both knees, "Would you please give me a chance to explain?"

You hate it to admit but you've never seen Jihoon this vulnerable. If anything, he's the type to carry pride and arrogance in his aura. He has never (his words) bowed to anyone and here he is doing it for the second time tonight.

"Jihoon, it doesn't matter anymore. You may not have loved me for even a moment, but I did, with all my heart. And I don't want to go through it all over again.", you say, urging him to be on his feet, "It won't change our past, but it has definitely changed the way I am going to perceive people now."

Jihoon lets out a sob and you freeze.

"I love you, Y/N.", he chokes out in words, as his sobs turn into cries, "That was what I was going to tell you on the day of the accident. I had been so ansty because I realised I was in love, I was going to come clean, I was going to confess."

"I just wanted a honesty in our relationship, you built it entirely around the other way. You didn't love me when we got together but I thought you did and this is the pressing wound, I have."

You don't let him speak further, after putting a very restless Jihoon to sleep on your bed, you ponder over a lot of things.

It's been over a month and the dynamics between you two has changed. When Jihoon begged and begged to give him a chance, to prove himself worthy of you, you denied at first. You had forgotten how persistent Jihoon could be, how convincing he can be.

"Our relationship will be on a trial basis. And there are rules.", you declare with a bored expression, "First, you can't tell anyone we're dating. Second, don't expect me to update you about anything, if I feel like you'll get to know, if not then you won't. Third, skinship is allowed only behind closed doors. You have six months and if within that I feel like you're worthy, we make it public or we part ways."

You give it a last try, to push his buttons and make him admit that he can't be bothered to do this. That he isn't the kind to work under conditions. You're sure that this is when he finally stops.

The corners of your lips twitch as you suppress your triumphant smile. By the way Jihoon stays silent, you're sure he's speechless. And it's just a matter of time he walks out, he walks away from your life.

"I agree with all of it." he says with sincerity, "For the following six months, I'll be the boyfriend, you want me to be. Mold me into anything, I'll take the shape of your like."

Your heart constricts, brain shots, stupid senses, you wanna scream. You swear you'll break him under your watch, it won't be a month and he'll be bailing out.

And Jihoon swears, he'll get you back, that this time, that he'll love you right.

It's Eunha's birthday and Seungkwan made you arrange a big event since she's gonna get proposed. 

You can't stress how nervous you are even after trying your best to suit the taste of everything to be of Eunha's liking along with calming Seungkwan who's about to puke anytime because of his anxiety hitting the roofs.

And now your sister's crying, her now fiancé is crying but you're bawling. It's so beautiful, the entire scene that it makes you a bit too emotional, so you go out to breathe some fresh air and calm your nerves.

You feel a presence beside you and suddenly your head is being downed on a shoulder.

"I have kept your favourite chocolates in your purse. Have them to calm your nerves, your cycle date is approaching. I have restocked the supplies.", Jihoon says, "And made sure that no one is watching us now."

You tangle your arm with his and watch the stars in awe.

"One of your aunts kept asking me if I am single since you introduced me as your friend.", he says, leaning his head against yours.

"What did you say?"

"That I am taken and so in love."

Your heart flutters.

Jihoon has become calmer than he already was. He does everything you say, no questions asked. He waits for you inside his car every night to escort you when you're done for the day. He texts you frequently, though it's mostly monologue without any expectations of getting a reply.

He sleeps on the same bed if you ask him to, he takes the couch when you don't. There's always an ask of consent if he wants a kiss.

Nothing is out of scope, he'll bring you the moon if you want it.

"You look the prettiest tonight, you always do.", he kisses the top of your head, "Thanks for wearing the brooch, I bought you."

"Jihoon", you look up, your face perched on his shoulder blade and gazes meeting, "Why do you always look at me like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like you love me.", your hand slips into his and he encases it as if his life depends on it.

"I do love you.", comes his immediate assurance, "I may not use nicknames, not big on PDA and not be expressive on texts. But I love you and even though I was late to confess the last time I hope at some point I made you feel loved, made you see that guy who's usually not a fan of skinship initiated hugs and held hands, who hates amusement parks had planned every outing there because you like it, who doesn't like carrots either but picks them out of your plate so you don't have to feel guilty for throwing them."

Tears prick at the corner of your eyes and do his.

It's true. Now as well, Jihoon doesn't text 'I love you's, doesn't use nicknames, nor does he gushes over. He's still silent, acts of service loud enough as his love language.

Jihoon looks away, exhaling sharply, "I'm sorry, I started dating to rebound. I think I'll regret this as long as I'm alive."

"I'm on a mission and you're making it impossible to follow through."

It's snowing. Jihoon, as usual, waits for you to wrap things up. Today, he's standing in a corner, inside the venue as snow pours outside.

You are almost done with stuffs when you spot him. He smiles, eyes forming slits as you walk up to him.

His presence, you think, feels like a fresh breath in the hustle. You're just about to greet him when--

"Y/N!", you turn back to hear the yell of your name only to find one of your colleagues, Ahin, rushing towards you, "You forgot to take the inventory list."

Jihoon takes it as que to leave your side. He's about to turn but freezes when Ahin asks, "Who's he?"

As practiced, as he's been doing it for months, he's about to answer, "I'm her friend--"

"Boyfriend.", you cut him off, taking the papers from her hand, "This is Jihoon, my boyfriend."

Ahin is shocked, Jihoon goes stiff and you bite your lips to suppress your laugh. You know tomorrow's gonna be chaos at work.

As Jihoon crosses the threshold of your apartment, he's pressed against the closed door.

Your lips press on his with intensity while his hands tangle in your hair. It's a full makeout session and you're pulling him into the bedroom.

"Since when am I your boyfriend?", there's a tease in his tone as he looks up from between your legs, his chin glistening from your juices, "I thought we still have a month left?"

"Consider this as an early promotion.", you grab a fistful of his hair and push back his mouth to work on cunt, "Let's love now, Ji. Let's be together and happy."

"Let's love then.", he dives in, his tongue parting your folds and finding your clit. He circles it slowly, then sucks gently, coaxing a needy whimper from your lips.

He continues lavishing attention on your clit, his tongue alternating between rapid flicks and slow, sensual licks. One hand slides up to caress your breast, teasing your nipple gently. His other hand grips your hip, holding you steady as he pleasures you thoroughly.

"Ji, fuck!", your heads befalls on the pillows, eyes close shut.

His mouth is relentless, your pleasure his sole focus. He eats you out with abandon, his own hunger evident in the way he devours you. Your cries and whimpers only spur him on, his tongue never stopping its assault on your sensitive clit, "Fuck, you taste so good."

"Ji, can't hold back anymore", you're whimpering as the fisting on his hair tightens.

Upon hearing your breathy confession, Jihoon doubles his efforts, his tongue now moving in tight, rapid circles around your clit. He slips two fingers inside you, curling them just right to stimulate that perfect spot, "That's it, come for me. Wanna feel you fall apart on my tongue."

He can feel you tensing, your hips bucking against his face as you get closer to the edge. He growls around your sensitive flesh, the vibrations pushing you closer. He hooks his fingers deeper inside you, rubbing that spot mercilessly, "Now, Love now."

He continues to lick and suck, drawing out your orgasm until you're a quivering mess beneath him. Only then does he pull back, his chin glistening with your arousal. He climbs up your body, capturing your mouth in a deep, passionate kiss, letting you taste yourself on his lips.

He smiles against your lips feeling your fingers working on the button on his trouser.

"You'll have to leave early tomorrow morning," he says, grabbing both of your hands, "This was for you to have a sound sleep."

"But--"

"You can have me all you want tomorrow, after you return.", he is already descending down the bed to bring warm washcloth to clean you up, "Promise."

"Ji, next month, I'll be gone for a week."

Jihoon hums, as he cleans you up gently, "A destination wedding right?"

You hum sleepily, "Do you wanna join? We could extend the stay and use it as a break."

"I'll check my schedule and let you know. It's a good idea actually."

"I love you, Ji.", your drowsiness amuses Jihoon, as he watches you fall into slumber, "Wanna brainstorm cases with you for the rest of my life."

He presses a soft kiss on your forehead, listening to your soft snores, "And all I wanna do is be the best partner to you. I love you too, dearest darl+ing."

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May I request Shadow the Hedgehog, Maybe that the reader is very close to shadow as well as Maria because the reader and Maria were siblings so the reader knew shadow

But since Shadow was sealed for 50 years the reader thought they lost both their sibling and a friend

But later on, maybe the reader and shadow reunite as reader runs to shadow and shadow doesn't believe it until the reader hugs him making him believe that the reader were alive and real

HE NEEDS A HUG MY POOR BBY

He does! Like My poor baby suffered enough :(

Pairings -> Shadow the Hedgehog x Reader

Warnings -> Past Trauma, Loss of a loved one

Note -> Reader is beginning to think they lost their sibling and their friend but they reunit with shadow after so many years of guilt

Genre -> Angst to Fluff

This might be a long story as I thought of writing something like this!

Shadow the Hedgehog

In the past years of living by yourself, you felt guilty for not being able to be there for them and to say a final goodbye.

In the past, you lost both your sister and your very best friend in a blow out at the G.U.N base, they simply wanted shadow to be gone but Maria didn't seem to let him go.

Sadly you were pulled out of the room where you are Maria and shadow who were just simply having a good time until the alarms went off, Gerald coming into the room to get them before it was to late.

One of the Gun men decided to shoot from getting 'orders from someone' as Walter tried to stop them causing them to miss but hit the tubes of orange stuff that caused them to explode.

That result in Maria dying and you weren't there to help her or say goodbye.

But you didn't know if Shadow was alive or not, simply thinking about it every single day to the point, it was like a big missing piece of your heart.

But to this very day you still think about them..

"Name! Come on, we are going camping!" Tom yelled out to you where you were sitting on kitchen table trying to write some stuff, you completely forget that you were going camping with the others.

That sort of helped you lighten up, you were willing to be happy for them. Tom and Maddie were like your parents but not really, you loved them dearly as they helped you in and gave you shelter. A home and a Family.

"Coming!" You shouted back as you quickly put on your shoes on as you tripped a little bit and ran outside closing the door behind you. Sonic, Tails and Knuckles were already in the back of the car.

"Oh Hun, your shoe laces" Maddie then kneeled down to do them for you. "Oh Thank you" You said waiting for her to finish with both of your shoes, she then patted your shoes to let you know she finished doing them.

She smiled at you and you smiled back as she pulled you in by wrapping a arm on your shoulder "You excited?" She asked

You nodded "I've never really went camping before"

"Well you are going to love it!" Maddie said as she shook you gently then walked to the car

You were going to have fun and you know it

"Come one Name! We are going Camping~" Sonic sang as he did a little dance, you chuckled as you opened the door at the back, putting your seatbelt on as you were ready to go.

The camping site wasn't too far away, it was in the bush where the lake was, it looks beautiful. The water sparkled from the sunlight, the bushes greener than ever. You never knew that the outside was this gorgeous.

When you were younger, you always looked out for Maria and stayed with her, she couldn't leave the base as her sickness became worse, only the time was when you and her got shadow to look at the stars.

-Flashback-

You were simply in the room trying to sleep but couldn't, shadow was sleeping peacefully beside you as you turned around to see if Maria was asleep but she wasn't there.

You lifted your head up to look around the room, suddenly the door slide open as Maria was smiling brightly

"Maria? What are you doing?" You asked but she shushed you, she then walked over to shadow as she gently woke him up as well causing him to look confused while being sleepy.

You tried not to laugh as you got out of the pillow fort, shadow following you as he held your hand as you two followed Maria to a lift

"Wait, Where are we going?" You asked, Maria simply such smile as she spoke

"you'll see~" She winked then pulled the lever of the lift when you and shadow were on it

The lift then stopped at the very top as a opening opened revealing such a gorgeous sight of so many stars, you stepped off the lift as you looked around to see so many white flowers on the ground of grass

"Oh wow" You were amazed

"This can be our very spot" She smiled once more, you loved her smile, very bright and happy even though she was suffering with a illness

You guys were all sitting down looking at the stars, shadow was sleeping on your lap, gently petting his head. You and Maria talked until you felt tired yourself as you yawned then leaned your head down on her shoulder

You missed those days..

But everything can't be the same as it use to be...

-End of flashback-

You and The Wachowski family were standing by as Sonic, Tails and Knuckles went to race, apparently sonic fell for it as he raced the holograms that Tails created

You ruffled his yellow soft fur as a good job as you all now started to prepare something special for sonic. His Bearthday birthday.

Now you were all having a fun time roasting marshmallows, this wasn't so bad. Camping was fun, spending with the right people, your family.

Thattsss until a helicopter came in, making everything blow away as sonic, tails and knuckles knew who these people were. But you..

Once you saw the word G.U.N you instantly was sent to the past on what happened to Maria and Shadow...

But you didn't say a word as you didn't want to ruin anything. Sonic, Tail and Knuckles was asked to go to Tokyo to save the people there from something so they agreed, leaving you, Tom and Maddie together.

You hoped they were going to be okay, they were like your younger brothers but.. aliens? Animals?

Either way you still hoped they were going to be okay, as the helicopter left. You, Tom and Maddie decided to go back home.

It's been a while since you heard from sonic, you were just resting on the couch along side with Tom and Maddie as they did some hobbies that they haven't done before.

They seemed bored and you were bored as well, you couldn't blame them as Sonic, Tails and Knuckles were the fun around the house, keeping everyone happy and charged up for some fun time.

You were laying on to the single couch, legs hanging from the arm rest while your head was on the other side of the arm rest. Sighing every time while Tom and Maddie did their stuff to entertain themselves.

You then heard a little noise as you look over to see a golden ring being opened, Tom and Maddie instantly stood up, you quickly sat up as you notice a familiar red colour

It was knuckles, a chaina round him and a pole behind him, you could also see a blue and yellow colour behind him

"Tom, Maddie, Name, we need your help on a super..." sonic paused, "Knuckles do you mind?"

"Oh excuse me" Knuckles said as he woddled around to show sonic as he then continued "Tom, Maddie, Name. We need your help on a super mission!" He shouted

Maddie and Tom just looked at each other "We're In!" They said together

Then everyone looked at you as you raised a hand up "Same here" You said as you smiled at sonic which caused him to be all excited for this mission

London, this is where the G.U.N base is and all you need to do is go with Maddie and Tom to put the USB that we got from tails to plug it in the device system

Sounds easy enough... except there are so many guards but luckily Tails is way ahead as he gave you guys holograms to change yourself into other people

While Tails is somewhere else, sonic on the bridge to be ready at any moment while knuckles was on the big clock to break glass.. for emergencies only

You, Maddie and Tom switched as you guys went into the base up to the front which caused Maddie to go into character a little bit too much

Now you guys were in the device system to plug into the USB so Tails could get into the system itself but unfortunately there was another one that look like

Eggman's?

"Eggman is here?" You asked as you looked at Tom as he told tails there was another USB already plugged into the thing

Now everything went very bad, Eggman was maybe already up the key, Tom told you to hide somewhere as he heard people coming so you quickly hid as you saw Maddie and Tom get caught as they walked out of the room that you were hiding in

"Damn it.." You then crouched and then fully stood up walking to the door as you looked out to see no-one so you went out and tried to find Tom and Maddie

A lot of chaos happened in one go as you heard a crash on the building above you, might of been knuckles which meant that something was happening because he was meant to break glass in case of emergencies

Now you were lost

"This base is a maze" You whined as you ran every corner until you were met with..

A hedgehog?

You then looked down to see a familiar face, realizing it was..

"TOM!" You shouted out causing the hedgehog ears to flick at the suddenly shout as you ran to Tom

"Tom? Tom.." You shook him to see if he was going to wake up, you felt like crying at that moment at he didn't seem to flinch or move at all

He seriously hurt

Your brows furrow as you looked at the culprit to only see a familiar hedgehog in your eyes

Your breath hitched, it had also seem that shadow noticed you as well as you two stared at each other

You heard him say your name in a soft voice, your tears started to swell up in your eyes

"Shadow..."

The you heard sonics voice shout out for Tom that caused Shadow to grab you and then teleport both of you out of that spot causing to look confused for a moment

You were now in a quiet and empty room, the lights dim as if this room was no longer needed for anything

You noticed that you sitting down, you then started to look around the room to see if you could spot shadow anywhere

You eventually did as he was a couple steps in front of you, you could see his crimson eyes looking at you

Looking at your every move that you did

"Shadow.. Is it really you?"

You heard a little huff meaning that was yes

Your body now moving on its own as you started to stand up as if you were really happy to see him again

Shadow noticed as he didn't move a muscle, seeing your tired and sad face made him knew that you missed him dearly then he saw you running to him causing him to widen his eyes at the suddenly movement

You run at him and then hugged him causing him to fall over, your face on his chest fur as you were now crying, tightening your arms around him

Shadow didn't believe it at first if you were real or not but he now knows that you were here with him at this very moment

You then felt furry arms wrap around you, a hand holding on the back of your head as the other was on your back, feeling that shadow was trembling as he heard you sob

As you two held each other for the very first time in forever..

I got lazy at the end :P

-A<3

[angelinthefire]

Re: @fieldofheathers-stuff

I think approaching Arcane as a tragedy is interesting because I actually never got a tragedy vibe from it. Probably because I believe it ends on a more hopeful note. Cait and Vi together, and particularly the airship sailing into the distance. Even without the implication that Jinx is alive and on board, it's just a hopeful image imo. (I'm also coming into this with the assumption that no body=not dead. For Jinx, that's obvious, and i think you're supposed to conclude that she's alive, or at least it's very open ended. But I also think that it would be easy to bring back Warwick, Jayce, and Viktor too.)

If we're talking about tragedy, I think it's useful to have a more specific definition. There's Greek tragedies - trying to escape fate and failing. And Shakespearian tragedies - when the hero's greatest strength becomes the source of their downfall. (And there’s probably others and more detail you can get into, but I'm just talking about what I remember from high school, lol)

And there are definitely story arcs that are mostly tragic, in both senses. Like Jinx trying to escape the fate of killing the people she cares about. And Viktor’s unswerving determination to make something of himself being both the cause of his rise and his fall.

But then there's a reversal at the end of their stories. Jinx uses her destructiveness to save Vi, her curse becomes her strength. Viktor's determination is met by Jayce's determination to save him, and the inescapability of their friendship. For both of them, the mechanic of the other kind of tragedy takes over. And both of them find a kind of redemption, rather than the utter ruin that's typical of tragedies.

(This is all just occurring to me now btw)

Re: @klorophile and the idea that season 2 should have gone differently.

I disagree with that. I think the two seasons really need to be taken as a unit. The fact that season 2 involved things becoming their opposite doesn't change that they're a single story - again in Shakespeare things becoming their opposite is part of the tragedy. I also don't think the end of season 1 really functions as an ending on its own either, to me it's more of a turning point.

I also think it's a mistake to say that the message is that "you pay the consequences for your actions." That’s punishment, not consequences. Consequences can be unforseen, they can be chaotic, they can be entirely disproportionate. I think that's established very early on.

I also want to point out that in my original post, I'm talking about plot, not themes. Like the way the story is structured. It's more about characters dealing with stuff than trying to accomplish stuff.

If "consequnces" are a theme, I don't think the show is saying that consequences are payment for wrongs. It's just that everything is connected. Everything is part of a chain of actions and reactions, that you cannot control. At most, the show is saying that it's vain to think that you can plan and forsee all the consequences of your actions.

And season 2 was absolutely necessary for that, because season 2 is when things really got chaotic and out of control.

It's not about characters having to pay consequences. It's about characters having the "oh shit, this isn't what I thought it would be" realization. Every character goes through that. Where they get what they thought they wanted, but it comes along with something unexpected and unwanted.

For Caitlyn, she's always had a very strong sense of justice, and in season 1 she's always fighting against those with more power than her. And then in season 2 she is in a position of power, and she immediately does bad things. Her sense of justice doesn't matter. No one in power is innocent. That's what I get from her arc, and whether or not she suffers as a result of her actions is irrelevant. (even though she does lose an eye. that's pretty serious). She failed and she has to live with the knowledge that she failed. The consequence of her failure is that she brought war to her city.

With Jinx, it's very heavily implied that she did not die, that she escaped the explosion through the air ducts and left Piltover, that she broke the cycle and walked away. Which is what she wanted, she wanted to be free from the cycle of killing and death.

But even if you do take her ending in season 2 as a true death. She's not paying a price for her mistakes, not at all. There's a schnee video that gives a really good take on this, even though I disagree with him and belive that Jinx is alive. All Jinx ever wanted was to help the people she cares about. But time after time, she's cursed, she hurts them instead. Even when she starts to turn things around, Isha dies anyways. So Jinx sacrificing herself for Vi is a way for her to finally save her sister. Blowing up their father figure with the monkey bomb saves the day instead of destroying everything. (But again, she's not really dead).

And to reiterate: the thing that changes about consequences for season 2 is that they become chaotic and unpredictable. This is described in the "pass me a tome" scene. There's a series of clear actions and reactions, but at a certain point, if a system is agitated too much, it starts producing unintended outcomes. That's what the wild rune is, that's what Isha falling into Jinx's life is, that's what Warwick is. Order and chaos is another big theme in the show, and season 1 covered the order side of things, it involved science mastering magic. Season 2 is the chaotic outburst that follows.

Regarding Viktor and Jayce, Viktor was the one who had to be stopped most of all, because Viktor was the one trying to remove disorder from the world. Jayce believed hextech was a curse because it created the apocalypse world that he experienced, but for that to come about it required Viktor as a catalyst, so Viktor being taken out was more important than eliminating hextech. The role that Ekko plays is very simply communicated in the line, "that device can't be". It's the contradiction that still exists despite all of Viktor's efforts that breaks through his armour.

For Vi and Jinx, yes they can mend their relationship and relate to each other as equals, but like I said in my original post, that's not really the point of their story. They can be sisters again, they can still love eachother despite everything each of them has done. But they're still stuck in a cycle. What Jinx needs most of all is not a good relationship with Vi, what she needs is a fresh start. She doesn't need to rewrite her story, she needs to build something new. And saving Vi, fixing their relationship, means that Jinx can start fresh without that baggage weighing her down.

And this comes back to my reply to fieldofheathers-stuff. In that I think Arcane is structured like a tragedy, but it's also not. I don't think it has a totally sad ending. Things are melancholy for Mel and Ekko. But Jinx is free to start something new. Vi and Cait get to be in love. Even Jayce and Viktor, their story ended with love and camaraderie.

Every work of fiction involves the creators pushing the characters in a certain direction because they want it to end a certain way. The real question is how natural it feels. I think Arcane does feel natural, because the characters do not wind up with the endings they "deserve", they end in a place that feels organic considering their journeys and their conditions.

I've been thinking about how I would most concisely sum up the plot of Acane. Because I think a lot of the complaints you see come from some people result from expecting it to be a certain kind of story that it's not.

And I think the most concise way to put it is that Arcane is about consequences. The first episode starts with an explosion, that the characters spend the rest of the arc dealing with the repercussions of. And then the first arc ends with two massive events - Powder killing her family and the invention of hextech - that they spend the entire rest of the show dealing with.

I think most of the stories we get from Western media are about achieving or accomplishing something, or the failure to achieve something. And you can frame Arcane in those terms. But I think to best understand the story, you have to step out of that typical framework. Because the thing with an achievement-based story is that there is a particular end goal in mind, and I don't think Arcand has that.

Like take Vi and Jinx, for example. A typical way to frame their story would be that it's about two sisters trying to rebuild their relationship. That presupposes a certain ending: They either succeed or fail at their relationship, and that's what the focus is on.

But it's not about that. It's about - how do you deal with an event that fundamentally changes you?

In season 1, Vi's answer was to recapture what things were like before. In season 2, they try to redo the past (saving Vander) and get a different outcome, but that's impossible. The answer comes with Ekko - to build something new.

And this is all over the show - action and reaction, how the arcane wakes up, killing is a cycle.

[starrywizz]

STARSCREAM X fighterpilot!READER

Part 2

Disclaimer: One really mild swear. My 'Seekers are bigger most bots' agenda. Once again, I am googling all the terms I used so if they are incorrect, I apologise.

You regained consciousness somewhere above an ocean but it was hard to properly see out of the tinted glass. Your heart was pounding and your breaths felt short as you slowly looked around the cockpit you had suddenly found yourself in.

The harness was in a heap on the floor, tangled with the centre stick. Even without it on, you couldn't move due to the rapid speeds the jet was travelling at. One look at the spedometer and you paled. Nearing 1000kn and accelerating. Slowly, you fought the g-forces and reached out a hand for the throttle in an attempt to pull it back. Your hand gripped onto the cool metal. Right before you could pull back the throttle, the radio spit out static. On the screen in front of you, where the MMD should have been, was a purple figure that, if you squinted, might have been a face.

“Enough of that.” A cool voice called out from all around you.

Of course. You were inside a jet. A jet that had once been a robot. Or was it a robot that transformed into a jet? It didn’t really matter. Either way your heart was racing and a cold sweat dripped down you back. This was how you were going to die, wasn’t it. No fanfare, no goodbye, just 400ft above an ocean inside a giant robot jet thing.

It was likely no one would know. Your family and friends couldn't be told, not unless the government wanted to explain the existence of robots that can turn into things. Unless the government didn't know? No. Your superior knew, didn't he. The brief look of horror when he'd seen the jet had been telling. So what would they say?

The jet's sudden incline caused you to yelp and the robot thingy growled. It's voice sounded oddly masculine but that strange thought was quickly overshadowed by sheer terror as the jet accelerated harshly, travelling at well over 1500 knots now. That was over two times the speed of sound, wasn’t it. You were thrown back against the seat, arms limp beside you. Your head felt like it was swelling to 5 times its normal size. Your vision narrowed to one spot, the scowling purple face before it faded completely.

You awoke sometime later, head pounding, surrounded in a cold grip. There was a slow, methodical clanking every second. It wrenched you from the exhaustion that had been pulling at your body and you slowly opened your eyes. The floor was a good 20ft below, a dark metal surface covered in weld lines. With each clank, you were jostled slightly, so you reached out a hand to steady yourself. You touched something smooth and cold, eyes widening as something snarled. The sound was deep and animalistic, touching something primal within that screamed at you to run. The grip tightened and you braved looking up, frightened and dazed.

Crimson eyes stared back at you, joined by a disgusted scowl on the face of the robot who held you within sharp talons. This was the jet that took you. It had the same glowing eyes atop a strong, sharp nose and pretty, full lips. It opened its mouth, as if to speak, before it snapped it’s head upwards as a door opened ahead with a loud thud. The force of it spread from the floor, up through the robot’s hand and into your body causing your teeth to rattle. Loud jet engines whirred to life, an oddly comforting sound amidst the living nightmare you were suffering through. The robot holding you entered the new room and you looked around.

There was another one.

Sitting on a throne was another robot. This one was a dull grey with angry red eyes. On its legs were… tank treads? Well, you thought, If one robot could become a jet then a tank must be possible too. The grey robot had the same squinty purple face on its chest and a cannon like thing on its arm. Once it had risen, you saw that it wasn’t as tall as the robot carrying you but much broader. It spoke but the sounds that came out of its mouth were so harsh it had you shivering as goosebumps rose on your flesh. The plane robot answered with words just as harsh and inhuman.

The robot holding you lifted you up to look into your eyes, “What do you know of the Autobots?”

Fear gripped your throat tight and all you could muster was a petrified squeak.

The robot’s scowl deepened but something else was on its face too, “The Autobots?”

Somehow, you managed to utter one measly word, “What?”

The grey robot roared in frustration, a sound that made you freeze and the other robot tense for just a moment. The grey one shouted out in the mechanical chatter again before a deep purple light was emitted from its cannon. The robot holding you backed away quickly, never facing away from the grey one. Your robot growled in frustration, long legs quickly taking you both away. It turned down several corridors, all of which were made of the same dim metal, as its engines roared louder. It finally entered another room, dimly lit again, and set you down on a desk. It snarled again, sharp fangs showing. It seemed like your body had reached the limit of its fear because you found you weren’t as scared as you should have been.

“What are you?” You called out quietly. You were struggling to hear yourself over the noise of the turbines but the robot turned.

“I am a Cybertronian.” You must have looked confused because the robo—Cybertronian sighed, “I am an alien from the planet Cybertron.” Not a robot then.

“Oh, do you have a name?”

The Cybertronian looked down at you curiously, “Starscream.”

Something inside of you wanted to laugh. That was the furthest thing you expected an alien to be called. Perhaps it sounded nicer in its language but you doubted it.

“Well then, Starscream, why did you bring me here?” The alien scoffed, “Lord Megatron wanted to see if any of the locals would know the location of his dearest enemy Optimus Prime.” Oh dear, the names just keep getting worse. “But you are clearly useless.”

“I’m sorry?” You replied, unsure of what else to do.

“Thanks to your blinding stupidity I am now stuck on this mudball for even longer while this blasted war drags on.”

“Yeah. Life on this planet can be pretty shit, especially if your boss is that scary.”

Something terrible flitted across Starscream’s face before he snatched you in one clawed hand, bringing you close to his face and screaming, “I am not afraid of Megatron!”

A quickly as the fear had disappeared, it returned. The force of it overwhelmed you and you began to shake. Something in Starscream’s red eyes shifted and he placed you back down on the desk, somewhat gently, before storming out of the room, leaving you to the dark.

It took hours for you to unravel, tight muscles screaming when you moved them. You were alone with no idea where you were or how long it had been. You didn’t even know if Starscream would return or if he was leaving you to die. You wiped your tears and began to desperately plead for his return.

[mariaxxxxx]

When pain meets pleasure

Summary: After a small accident with a glass of milk, Buck becomes obsessed with her breasts and asks to suck them.

Warnings: 18+ Dom/subSub, breastfeeding, oral fixation, obscenity, pussy eating, gentleness, premature ejaculation.

A/N: English is not my mother tongue. I apologize for any errors.

Work count: 2.400

Winter Soldier e você estão sentados em uma mesa simples de madeira, um de frente para o outro. O ambiente é tranquilo, exceto pelo som suave de palavras trocadas entre vocês dois e o rangido ocasional da madeira. Você segura um copo de leite, tomando pequenos goles enquanto olha para o Soldier, quer dizer, Bucky, que parece perdido em pensamentos. O primeiro gole depois de horas correndo entre prédios e carros. Eles até encontraram um apartamento vazio, abandonado, completamente empoeirado com alguns móveis velhos e gastos.

There was a grocery store across the street. You didn't have any money, so to Bucky 's dismay , you managed to steal some food. Your big coat allowed you to steal protein bars, chocolates, milk, and a few cans of beans. Bucky stayed in the apartment trying to tidy up the space a little. The windows were still closed, but the cobwebs had been removed with an old duster, the rusty refrigerator still worked, and there was water in the taps and shower. It would do for now.

He's wearing a black shirt, found in the old wardrobe in the room. It was a miracle that the shirt fit him. Bucky was a big man. His features are full of tiredness, his eyes still wavering, as if his mind couldn't shake off the weight of the memories that Hydra still tries to control. The conversation between you flows, while Bucky tries to understand his own past.

"I still don't understand... who am I, really? Who is Bucky Barnes before all this?"

You, with an understanding look, hold the glass of milk with both hands and take another sip, feeling the freshness and sweetness on your tongue, but not knowing how to organize your own feelings towards him. There is a tension in the air, something unsaid. Both of you share a confusing bond, forged in suffering, but also in an inexplicable feeling of relief for being together, out of the clutches of the Hydra .

You respond calmly, unhurriedly, trying to help Bucky put the pieces of his life back in place.

"The story, Bucky ... your story isn't over yet. But you're already starting to rewrite it. And maybe... maybe I can help you with that."

The tension between you is palpable. Your eyes meet, and for a moment, silence fills the space, as if you are both trying to understand the complexity of what you feel for each other. The weight of what you have been through together, the escapes, the tense moments and the small gestures of support.

Suddenly, Bucky , as if looking for a way to thank you for everything, reaches out to you. But, in an awkward movement, Bucky 's arm bumps into your glass of milk, causing the liquid to quickly run down your chest. The milk spreads over your white shirt, causing the thin, light fabric to become transparent, revealing the silhouette of your skin underneath. Some of the buttons on the shirt open with the movement, revealing a little more than he intended to see.

You, surprised by the situation, try to clean it up quickly, but the moment becomes even more tense. Bucky , visibly embarrassed, steps back and, with an apologetic look, tries to find words to express how bad he feels for having caused such a situation.

"Sorry... I didn't... I just wanted to thank you, and now... this."

The air grows heavy. You look at him, the words escaping your lips with a shy smile, but loaded with a strange and incomplete energy, as if you don't know exactly what to think about the moment.

"It's okay, Bucky . It just... wasn't quite how I imagined it."

The silence between the two of you becomes denser, with a small smile between you, before you both try to regain control of the situation, but the atmosphere of confusion remains in the air, accompanying the weight of memories and feelings that are still being shaped.

Bucky looks at you, a mix of regret and softness in his eyes. He didn't know what was happening between you, but he felt that there was something more, something that couldn't be ignored. When the two of you were together, even in silence, there was a connection that he couldn't explain, but it was there, growing little by little. He takes a deep breath, trying to clear the confusion that formed in his chest, and with a hesitant gesture, he takes a piece of paper towel from the table, trying to help you dry your wet shirt. His fingers touch your skin gently and hesitantly, as if he was afraid of crossing an invisible line.

"I... didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I'm... kind of clumsy, you know?"

You look at him, the situation disconcerting, but a part of you begins to realize the depth of the unspoken emotions between you. The way he cares for you, as if he’s trying to understand himself while also trying to understand what you mean to him. His gesture is sincere, but you can’t help but feel a flicker of confusion, as if you don’t know whether to push away or let go.

"It wasn't your fault, Bucky . Just... help me out here, okay?"

He nods, relieved, and tries again, more carefully this time. His hands are large, strong, but they shake slightly as they try to dry the chest area of your shirt. The tension between you becomes even more visible, but in a way that you can both feel, as if this small act is a way of getting closer, but at the same time, something that leaves you both vulnerable.

He continued to roam between your breasts and your abdomen, keeping the soft mounds at bay. The cloth he was using didn’t seem thick enough and you could feel the heat his hand was emanating through it. You shivered when he used his metal hand to undo a button; it was cold. Your nipples stood up above your wet blouse. When Bucky finished wiping away the excess milk, he looked up, not at your face, but at your pointed nipples.

An awkward silence formed in the room. You noticed his hands clench into fists, the poor cloth being discarded on the floor abruptly and Bucky sighing like an enraged bull. You wanted to apologize, you didn't know why , but the possibility of having angered him broke your heart. You were about to open your mouth to say something when Bucky was faster.

"I want to suck your tits," he says abruptly.

Her words trail off, mostly in fright. "My... my breasts?"

“Yes,” he murmurs, his voice so hoarse you can barely recognize or hear him.

"What do you mean...? You want to... "

A silence grows between you. Eventually, it breaks.

“Forget it,” he growls, but his voice shakes with a previously unknown anxiety. He’s hurt. “It was stupid anyway. Stupid.”

"Wait, no." You grab his metal hand. He could pull away, he could chop off your hand and take it with him, but he doesn't. "I don't think it's stupid. I was just surprised, I didn't expect it. It's okay."

You feel a mixture of gratitude, confusion, and an unusual weight in your heart. Ever since Bucky saved you, a silent and immense debt seems to hover. His gesture, even though it was courageous, made you feel deeply grateful . He didn't ask for something bold, but for some reason you feel like you owe him—as if you can't ignore this moral debt that has formed between the two of you.

Your hands tremble as you reach for the few remaining buttons that are closed and open them one by one. When the shirt is open, you pull it off your shoulders and let it fall to the floor, exposing your breasts to him . He reaches out with his metal hand and grabs your left breast. You feel his hands squeezing your soft, moist flesh. He teases your nipples, pinching them and rolling them between his fingertips. The cold metal fingers of his left hand make you gasp.

He pushes the chair closer and urges his body forward and wraps his lips around your nearest nipple. The sensation is strange - a little ticklish, unexpectedly cool at first, but warming up quickly. You’ve never felt anyone do it like this before, this was suction, he was latching on, trying to extract fluid that will never come out. He groans lewdly.

You place a hand under his head, stroking him. You feel his tongue run in every direction along your now erect nipple, and you move as he switches to the other one for easier access. You were both incredibly turned on. His cock was throbbing painfully in his pants and you were getting wetter and wetter with each desperate little moan or whimper that left his busy lips.

A loud moan escapes your mouth as he releases your wet, hard nipple to lick the skin around it. You tasted sweet from the spilled milk. Bucky ran his tongue all over it, then moved to the other one, doing the same. When you were covered in his saliva, he grabbed your nipple again, sucking harder and harder.

Your clit throbs, begging for attention. You try to close your legs and rub them together, but your knee is between them, preventing contact. Bucky seems to have noticed your distress, he grabs your waist and pulls you closer. Your pussy is then pressed against his knee. Your clit throbs at the small contact. You struggle to press yourself even more against his knee, trying to get some release.

He uses his teeth to nibble and pull on your nipple.

“ Bucky ...” You moan. That’s enough for his mind to go completely haywire and with a loud, painful grunt he cums in his pants, completely untouched. He writhes for a few seconds in an orgasmic haze , only vaguely aware of what he’s done until he starts to feel the slime coated between your legs. He pulls away from your nipple.

"Fuck!" he mutters, realizing and evidently in a state of growing desperation. You look down to where his cock was and, as you suspected, there is a darker stain present on the material between your trembling legs.

"You..." his words trail off into nothingness because it's a stupid question, you already know the answer. You look up to examine his features and aren't surprised by his trembling, quivering frown or his tightly closed eyes and raised eyebrows. He looks mortified, but there's anger present in his features as well. "Hey, it's okay. It's okay. Come on, open your eyes."

He obeys and you notice that his blue eyes have turned black.

“I came like a horny teenager.” He spits, disgusted with his performance.

"Don't be embarrassed. You did well, very well." you tell him, and his frustration dies quickly when he sees your smile.

You lean your back against the chair, pulling your pussy away from his knee, your breasts still exposed and your nipples hard. Your excitement doesn't go unnoticed by him. Your pussy is gushing with excitement, crying out for attention, but you decide not to bother him with it.

He stands up suddenly and without warning he grabs you by the waist and lifts your body until you are sitting on the old table. You hear the old wood creak under your weight. Your throat goes dry and your head turns with the sudden movement, and before you can say anything Bucky spreads your legs and lowers himself between them. Your sex doesn't stay dressed for long, he tries to rip the shorts and panties you were wearing. You want to complain about the waste, it wasn't the time to waste. But your complaint is swallowed when his tongue licks a slow strip from your entrance to your clit, teasing it once and making you moan softly. Your breath hitches when he does it again, his tongue is warm and the pressure he applies is perfect.

His lips were wrapped around your swollen clit within seconds and he was giving it little sucks. Your body tensed instantly and your hips moved towards him on their own, chasing that addictive wave of pleasure that was shooting steadily through your limbs. He sucked so well, his tongue teasingly circling the bud in his mouth as he suckled on your clit. Those strong arms held your hips steady, preventing you from taking any less.

He growled against your folds, taking your clit into his mouth and giving it a hard suck. You bit your lip hard to stifle your loud cry. Your clit was engulfed once more, his lips and tongue giving it an intense, swirling suction. He sucked on your precious bundle of nerves like he was drinking honey, his tongue cradling your bead while his arms and hands held you perfectly still for him to work you over . His tongue swirled in circles before he settled it beneath the bud.

" Bucky ..." You growled and stuttered, your voice coming out with moans emphasizing the pleasure you were feeling. You let out a long sigh as your orgasm quickly approached, his tongue working your clit relentlessly.

You finally reached your peak, chasing him and attacking him until he overpowered you. With the sweet arch of your back, he finally allowed you to grind and thrust your hips into his mouth. He held your waist as you tugged at his hair and whimpered a little too loudly. He sucked on your clit once more eliciting a cry of despair; it was sensitive, swollen and aching. The orgasm he had taken from you had been strong enough to make your muscles limp.

He stood up, his lips wet and his chin covered in his arousal. He wiped the traces away with the back of his hand.

“You’re sweet.” He finally said, watching you gasp and barely manage to keep yourself propped up on your arms to face him. “I could do this a thousand times. I know little about my past and I know nothing about my future. But the only thing I know for sure is that I want to suck your tits and eat your pussy every day.”

[marikosfragrance]

"What is a deealbreaker in a relationship with bllk boys?"

Content : what is their turn offs in relationships?

Characters : Yukimiya Kenyu, Barou Shoei, Nagi Seishiro, Chigiri Hyoma

Note : please be aware that I will be honest, thank you and enjoy reading.

Yukimiya Kenyu

He is a gentleman when it comes to his partner, but it doesn't mean he let them get away with everything.

One of the things that might be a dealbreaker for him in a relationship, would be the lack of personal drive. Yukimiya is someone that has his own ambitions, if his partner doesn't share the same point of view as he does, and doesnt have an ounce of ambition and idea of what they want to do in the future, he would lose interest.

Another is the lack of personal care, in both health and appearance. Don't get him wrong, you don't have to be overly attractive or very beautiful, but as someone that is a model, he would prefer a partner that is clean, doesn't put their health into risk, and doesn't disregard their appearance. Like not caring how they'd look like, not doing what they can to atleast look neat and presentable, and not paying any mind to how doing something can cause health problems for them. (With his problem regarding his eyesight, I doubt he would want to see his partner suffering the same fate, or similar)

Another would be an overly controlling partner. I can't see him wanting to be with someone that restricts him, Yukimiya is quite open minded, he would be aware of situations where his partner is being toxic, and I can't see him still choosing to stay then.

Barou Shoei

I think the things I am about to enlist, as his huge deealbreakers in a relationship would be self explanatory.

First off, is an untidy partner— not caring about hygiene at all. I cant imagine it with him, as he shows how he cares about cleanliness. He even washes the bathroom first when he showers, and this is canon. Barou would appreciate a tidy partner, as also mentioned in his ideal type, "a person that can clean with him" although it said "can clean with him" it also doesn't change the fact he wants to see the tidiness within his partner. He wouldn't be with an unhygienic partner at all.

Another is a partner that lacks ambition. He has his ambitions, and he is also striving to achieve them. I doubt he would want his partner to be the type to not have any goals, and just stay as they are. He would appreciate a partner that shares the same mindset, and takes action to achieve them as he does to his.

Another major turn off would be a partner that is inconsiderate. A partner that has no respect for him, loses his own respect for them Barou would like a relationship that is built on mutual respect. Barou wouldn't want his partner to look down on him and his goals, nor does he like it if his partner doesn't a knowledge the time he put in his work, as well as his dreams.

Chigiri Hyoma

For Chigiri, there are plenty. But here are some that I think would really affect things.

A partner that is insensitive and talks bad about his injury and appearance. After recovering from his injury, I feel like chigiri is quite sensitive to the topic, he wouldn't want his partner to mock him for it, nor does he want them to be inconsiderate of his feelings. As well as his looks. Chigiri is quite particular about how he looks like, especially his hair. He wouldn't want a partner that makes insensitive comments and hurt him in the process.

Another would be a partner that is jealous and competitive. He wouldn't want it if it is directed at him, a partner that sees his success as their own failure, or cannot seem to be happy or delighted by his success would be a loss of interest for him. Especially if they constantly compete against him in everything, he wouldn't feel as though the relationship is built on mutual respect.

Another would be a partner that neglects him. He wouldn't like it if he feels not appreciated enough. If his partner isn't considerate of him, he would feel unappreciated and won't be able to feel a spark within that person, and thus losing his interests. They don't have to pamper him or give him validation all the time, but a partner that can't even put in some effort wouldn't be appealing to him.

Nagi Seishiro

One of the things that actually would be a huge dealbreaker for him is a partner that is overdependant. He would feel overwhelmed if his partner needs his constant validation, and clings to him all the time. He wouldn't mind affection. But invading his space, disturbing him from sleep, games, and etc would be a major dealbreaker for him. Nagi appreciates his personal space and doesnt like doing unnecessary stuff. He would feel as though his space is being invaded and would feel uncomfortable.

Another would be a partner that pushes him. I don't mean literally, but a partner that pushes him out of his comfort zone and forces him. He wouldn't mind it if he was also willing, or they convinced him, but a partner that forces him to do something he doesn't want to do would make him lose energy AND interest quickly. He would appreciate his partner, but if they can't understand his comfort zone and forces him out of it would make him feel as though the relationship is draining.

Another would be a partner that constantly overthinks, or overcomplicates things. Nagi is easy-going and doesn't see the appeal in ousting effort in some stuff unless he is interested. But a partner that needs support all the time, or analyses everything so much to the point it is so mentally draining to hear, Nagi wouldn't hesitate to stop the relationship there. He enjoys simplicity, so I cannot imagine him with a partner that overcomplicated things. It wouldn't be appealing to him.

[hoesheez]

All I Ever Wanted…

Bang Chan/AFAB!Reader

WARNINGS: language and unprotected sex

A/N: I’ll have you all know that @gyoobies and I have had this cooking for a while and yes we definitely did write about our biases and YES I DID WRITE CHAN CONFESS HIS LOVE TO THE READER OMFG IM SIIIIICK! 🤢 sigh anyways…

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

"If you're fine with the world knowing you're lonely, then I guess it's not embarrassing for you." you repeated what Changbins girlfriend said in a mocking tone as you watched her and the muscular man walk ahead of you and Chan, “The fucking nerve.” you made sure to speak loud enough for her to know she wasn’t wanted here

Chan laughed out loud , “Come on babe be nice, no need to stoop to her level, yeah?” he said and took your hand. If it weren’t for him and your best friend, you wouldn’t even be here.

You hated camping, the thought of it alone made you upset. Just why would anyone choose to sleep on the ground and suffer in the cold? But chan enjoyed it, and you’d do anything to spend as much time with him as you could. You pulled him close, “Fine, but i want her to know i don’t like her.”

Once you arrived at the lake, the aussies immediately took off their shirts and ran off of the dock into the water. There were two loud splashes and cheering while the others put down their stuff and followed.

Changbin just sat next to his girlfriend at the edge of the dock. You looked down at Chan with your arms crossed over your chest, “How’s the water?” you asked sarcastically, seeing his bottom lip quiver from the cold. “F-f-f-fine,” he huffed out and Felix laughed hard at him.

“You coming in?” he asked as he swam towards you. You shook your head no, “Not yet,” your face contorted in discontent, “maybe when no ones looking.” you explained and he frowned. You were a bit uncomfortable in your swimsuit, even though he already told you how great you looked, he didnt pry and just nodded and floated on his back, “No worries love.”

After a bit, the other boys got in, and eventually, you and Changbin’s girlfriend were the only ones left on the dock. You rolled your eyes, scoffing at the thought of her trying to make small talk. The thought brought you to your feet, “Babe, I’m coming in,” you announced, causing the other boys to almost immediately dart their eyes over to where you were disrobing.

You rid yourself of the shirt and shorts you wore and heard Chan whisper a “Damn,” under his breath. You couldnt help but smile, “ONE SIDE!” you screamed at him before jumping in. The water was freezing cold and as soon as you emerged at the surface, Chan was there smiling and laughing that goofy laugh he did whenever you did anything slightly out of character.

“You look so good, come here.” he brought you in for a kiss and you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck. His kisses were so soft and reassuring, making you instantly feel like the luckiest person in the world.

You all fooled around in the water and Changbin even dragged his girl into the water much to her protest and you couldn’t help but giggle devilishly when she yelled out that her phone was still in her pocket. You all headed back and upon arriving back at the campsite, you saw your friend and Minho dangerously close.

“We’re back!” Chan exclaimed loudly and you watched the two of them distance themselves from one another and look busy. Later, the two of you went and gathered food from the tent and had a chat about how she should be more open and give Minho a chance.

You mentioned just how hot he was and that even if it wasn’t something serious, she could at least have some fun while here. After dinner, the rain started and with one more word of encouragement to your friend, you and Chan hurried into your tent.

“I’d say things are going according to plan,” he said with a wide smile, “What do you think?” You sighed, placing a hand at your hip looking at him with an incredulous look, “I think that bringing broken tents wasnt actually part of the plan, more like you just didnt check them like you should have.” He waved a hand and shook his head, “Yeah yeah, all part of the plan.” He adjusted the pillows and extended a hand to you once you were done zipping up the tent.

“Either way, they’ll thank me later.” You took his hand gently and moved to cuddle next to him in the extra large sleeping bag. “At least something good will come out of this,” you sighed, “I can’t wait to get home.”

He looked at you with sad eyes, wondering if you weren’t having a good time at all. “Yeah, I know you hate camping, and that it’s raining, oh and Bin’s girl is a nuisance but-“ you cut him off with a kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, ruffling his curly hair with your fingers. “All of it’s ok if I get to be with you,” you spoke against his lips, “ I’m having a good time, regardless okay?”

Chan kissed you and brought you into a tight embrace, “Good, I’m glad.” he said and the two of you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

You awoke from your nap after about half an hour, being greeted by your boyfriend’s adorable face. His curly brown hair framed his face and you couldn’t help but give him a peck on the cheek. You quietly got your phone and took a picture of him, but as soon as the shutter went off he woke up.

“You taking pictures of me while in sleeping? Creep.” he joked and you pinched his cheek. “You looked really cute okay?” you said and turned so that he was spooning you now, his strong arms wrapping around your waist.

He nuzzled his face in your neck and inhaled, and upon exhaling, he said somethjng ypu didn’t think youd ever really hear from him. “I love you.” You lay in shock, your mind trying to process what you just heard.

“You what?” you turned to him, his sleepy eyes opening, “I love you,” you stared at him, knowing in that exact moment what you needed to say. “I love you too, Chris.”

He closed the gap between the two of you and kissed you, leaning up to cage you in his arms, “I mean it, I love you.” you pulled him close his body still over you while you kissed.

You soon pulled away with a huff and swollen lips, your breath hitched as you stared into his eyes, “You’re not allowed to take it back” he chuckled hard and just kissed you back. You tugged at the top of his shirt and he pulled it over his head. “I won’t ever take it back, come here.”

He said and you moved towards him, taking off your top along the way, the light from the lantern illuminating your sillouettes on the tent wall. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you clawed at his back, “Been dying to get you alone all day,” he whispered in your ear, “seeing you in that swimsuit,”

He lay you back down and began kissing a trail down your body, “You looked so pretty babe.” he kissed down your belly, swirling his tongue on your supple skin. He grabbed the hem of your shorts and pulled them down your legs, and you eagerly squirmed out of them.

His hand came between your legs, touching you through your underwear before moving them to the side and touching your bare skin. He grunted in your ear, moving in to kiss your neck. “Chan,” you whispered, “don’t tease me,” your voice serious and he simply moved down your body, slotting his head between your legs after finally removing your underwear.

You tangled your fingers into his soft hair as he moved his tongue along you, licking up your slick greedily. Your whimpers dripped from your lips over and over as his tongue swirled, and his mouth sucked on your clit.

You hated how good he was at this and whispered an “Asshole,” before moaning loudly.He just buried his face into you further, using his tongue to fuck you with a piston like speed, “Chris, please,” you begged and he just chuckled against you looking up at you and not relenting in his fervor.

“Fuck!” you cursed, as he then inserted two fingers into you, his tongue on your clit working to bring you to climax. You tugged at his hair, he took the hint and came up to kiss you, his fingers curving to find your spot effortlessly.

Your body greedily moved on top of him, taking his fingers and putting them in you mouth, grinding against his bulge, “Alright babe, I get it, fuck!” he laughed and pulled his cock out of his shorts with his free hand.

“Thank fuck!” you whined with a relieved tone against his thick fingers in your mouth and moved to hover over him. “Hold on,” he said and took his fingers from your mouth. As you sink on top of him, you think he’s going to grab your ass but no, he takes his phone and starts typing.

You refrain from letting out a moan and glare at him, “Really? while you’re inside of me?” you watch as the light from the phone illuminates his face. “Sorry, I just wanted to tell minho something- ah!”

He yelps as you clench down on him, bringjng him from his task and his attention back on you, “I won’t ever do that again Y/n- shit!” he yelps out again and pulls you down, his strong arms enbracing you. “Don’t stop,” he whispers against your lips.

The two of you find a rhythm with you on top, his hips eagerly meeting yours with a slap. Your hands rested on his abs as you bounced on him, squeezing him inside while your breasts bounced. You saw him take his bottom lip between his teeth, “Fuck babe,” his voice soft and needy causing you to lean down and downright ride him like a stallion while he sucked on your nipples.

“Chris, ah I’m close!” your voice cracked as his thrusts quickened. He pulled you back down to lay on your side, bringing your leg over his body, “Come for me, yeah?” he asked as he gripped onto you hard, his nails dighing in as you buried your face in his neck. You bit down on his skin as you were sent over the edge, body shaking while your orgasm wrecked you.

His last few thrusts brought him into his climax right after you and he moaned heavenly praises in your ear. “So fucking good babe, so tight,” he kissed your lips, sloppily. You shook as he shot his seed into you, “Wait, chan we forgot the condom again, for fuck’s sake!” you realized with a yelp and he just laughed?

“Well if you weren’t SO needy for me all the time.” he said before he sucked marks into your neck. “Shut up!” you giggled and brought him in for a kiss. “Mmm, say it again.” you whispered. “I love you,” his words sent you into a giggling fit, “Hehehehe, I love you too.”

The two of you cuddled, basking in the afterglow and after a while, he called Minho, “Well how’s it going?” he asked and the two of you just heard your friend take the phone and let Chan know just how well it was going.

“Oh fuck! Right there! Bye!”

Your friend huffed out before hanging up, Chan’s face was turning red and he just let out a quiet, “Oh my gosh.” You shouted out with a clap loud enough for the whole camp to hear, happy that your two closest friends finally got together after so long.

A/N: HELL YEAH IM DOWN BAD STFU!! i hate that he makes me soft and that he probably gives lots of praise and that he’s probably really good at oral and-

link to the original fic that inspired this here! 🤭 from the besties pov ❤️ thanks for letting me add some shameless chan smut @gyoobies haha 🙄

[chrystal-ink]

Shadow X GN Reader

Intertwined

Based off of one of my favorite Dodie songs Shadow has a nightmare and you comfort him back to sleep lot of hurt/comfort with lots of sweet cuddles.

-Enjoy

It was his thrashing that woke you up. with the sheer amount of trauma it was never a bother to you, his nightmares. you were used to them at this point it. Still seeing the love of your life suffer at the chaos in his own mind made your heart break just as much as the first time you saw it.

you learned to proceed with caution, waking him up prematurely could cause him further confusion which would only make the situation worse. sometimes as much as your hand pressed against his back was enough to calm him down no waking up necessary. unfortunately, tonight was not one of those nights.

Shadow bolted upright out of bed letting out a cry of agony his eyes shot open as tears began to stream soaking his face and dripping onto the bedsheets below.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm here it's okay." you leaped into action speaking gently as you made your way into his line of vision. "Take a deep breath it was just a dream. you're safe, I promise."

Shadow obeyed as you gently cupped his face wiping the tears from his eyes. He was shaking whatever he was dreaming about really must have messed with his head.

you wrapped your arms around him attempting to steady him. he buried his face in the crook of your neck wrapping his arms tightly around you, as if you were to disappear if he let go.

You waited for him to speak. It always took him a moment to collect his thoughts after a particularly bad nightmare.

"Are you sure you're safe with me?" He finally broke the silence.

"What? Of course I am, What makes you think that?"

"I know that people want me for my power, they can't hurt me, they know that, but what's keeping them from hurting you? Eggman he took you, tortured you, and let you die in front of me. all while I was powerless to stop him."

"That's not going to happen Shadow."

"How do you know?"

"Because, You won't let it, and neither will I, you trained me to protect myself remember?"

"yah but-"

"There will always be a but my love. Being with you, being with anyone really, there is always some sort of risk. I chose you and will continue to choose you despite those risks. Not because I don't care about them, but because every second you're in my life it makes all of those risks worth it. Feel this." You placed his hand on your chest so he could feel your pulse. "I'm still here, see? and you're here with me, which means no matter what even if an enemy crashes through that door right now I am still safe because were together."

"I still worry about you."

"I know, and I'm grateful just relax and lay with me for now, tell me everything I want to hear it you don't have to go through it alone.

You laid down, Shadow following suit placing his head on your chest so he could hear your heart beat, the rhythmic thumping calming him as he wrapped himself around you.

'Skin. Heat. Hair in your mouth, feet touching feet. you and I, safe from the world, though the world will try.'

you stroked the top of his head feeling him melt into you as your hand moved along his silky quills.

"You know you're the only one who can do that right?" He commented

You giggled "Yah, I Know"

You felt him smile against you.

'Numb, Fine, You create the rarity of my genuine smile. So breathe, breathe with me.'

Shadow began telling you about his nightmare, all the horrible details of an event that would never come to pass. He told you about the anxiety he felt when he couldn't find you. how he hated himself for letting you get hurt even though it was just a dream. he didn't want his mind to go there it just did on it's own.

'Can you drink all my thoughts cause I can't stand them'

Shadow wrapped himself around you further, as if he were trying to merge your bodies together, so you would never have to be apart again.

"I would never forgive myself if anything happened to you on my watch, I can't lose you, not in the way I lost everyone else."

"I know dear, that's why I won't let it happen."

'Intertwined. Free. I've pinned each and every hope on you, i hope that you don't bleed with me.'

the more shadow talked the more at ease you felt him become, his grip loosened on you as his muscles relaxed, his head grew heavy against you easing you into a relaxed state as well.

When he was done you thanked him for telling you everything, you reassured him that everything would be fine, as long as the two of you worked as a team which seemed to comfort him.

'I'm afraid of the things in my brain. but we can stay here and laugh away the fear'

you hummed mindlessly as you stroked Shadows head lulling him to sleep, you followed suit not long after. The rest of the night was silent as the two of you slept in each other's arms, fighting off whatever nightmares came your lover's way.

[reidology13]

we don't talk about it

Spencer Reid x fem victim!reader

cw: fluff, angst, attempted murder, drug use, drug addiction, hospitals, badly written withdrawal, bad parenting mention, gambling mention, set around season 4, that's it I think wc: 2.6k a/n: this is the first part of a fairly short series I have planned for the next while, hope you enjoy!

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You registered the blood before you felt the pain. The beat of the music pumped the blood through your veins, sweat hanging in the air alongside the cloying scent of perfume.

You popped a pill into your mouth, unsure what it was or where it had come from, stumbling over to the bar for a shot of vodka to wash it down. You’d just made it to the bar when a man shoved past you, hitting you roughly in the torso. You could tell something was off by the way that the pressure lingered after he had walked away. Your hand reached for the feeling, trying to figure out what was causing it, and found an odd, slightly sticky liquid soaking your dress.

You cringed, pulling your hand back to look at it, expecting to see nothing, the clear remnants of a sugary cocktail spilt on your dress. Instead, you were faced with a darkness painting your palms, and even then it took you a moment to realise what it was, the coloured lights altering its appearance. When you did recognise it, the pain still lagged, and you wondered if the plethora of drugs in your system were acting as an anaesthetic. 

You stumbled outside, growing lightheaded from the blood loss, holding your hand over the wound to stifle the seemingly endless stream of blood that flowed between your fingers. You flipped open your phone, about to call 911, when, finally, the pain hit. Something between the blood loss, the drugs, and the excruciating pain you were in sent your head spinning towards the ground, and the last thing you remembered before you passed out was the thought that you were never going to wake up.

.*☆¸•

You did, however, and when you regained consciousness, you were lying down in a hospital bed, the sharp, sanitised smell instantly recognisable. You had spent enough early mornings recovering from exceptionally dangerous highs to know your way around most of the hospitals in the Upper East Side with your eyes closed. Which, at the time, they were. When you did open them, you regretted it immediately, squinting against the blinding whiteness of the room in an attempt to see your surroundings. There was someone sitting next to your bed, a blurry figure that you were sure you had never seen before. You blinked repeatedly until your vision cleared slightly, and you were faced with a greasy mop of hair, underneath which might have been a man.

“You’re awake.” He sounded too relieved to be a stranger, and you momentarily questioned if you were suffering from amnesia. Then you saw the badge attached to his belt, which made a lot more sense as a reason to be invested in your wellbeing.

“What happened?” You rubbed at your eyes with a shaking hand, trying to ward off the headache that was already forming in the harsh light. You were surprised by how fine you felt, given the fact that your most recent memory was of being covered in blood. 

“Well, you were stabbed two days ago by a serial killer. You’re lucky, he’d been shooting his victims until now. He needed to be closer to his victims, and he made a mistake.” The man leaned towards you, his features growing clearer with proximity.

“Oh. Who are you?” You weren't quite prepared to process just how close to death you had really been just yet. Changing the topic seemed to be the only way to postpone the impending interview that would force you to face it.

“Doctor Spencer Reid, I’m with the FBI.” The way his voice went up as he spoke was a little bit annoying, and wasn’t doing anything to help the steady throbbing in your skull. Scratch your original plan of postponing the serious talk, you wanted to get everything over and done with as fast as possible so that you could get some rest.

“Well, I didn’t really notice at first, he knocked into me. I didn’t feel any pain ‘cause, fuck-” You groaned, a painful shiver running down your spine.

“Yes, they found GHB, cocaine, methamphetamines, and alcohol in your system. That pain you're feeling right now is withdrawal, something I’m guessing you haven’t felt before.” Despite his words, his voice carried none of the sympathy or disgust you would have suspected from someone like him. It didn’t feel like a judgement, but an acknowledgement of how hard it was: it was understanding.

“That… that makes sense.” Your thoughts were foggy, stopping just before they were fully formed, leaving incomplete puzzles with a single piece missing, words without any vowels. Enough that everything you said or felt was left wanting.

“Since you’re the only person so far to survive him, you’re the best witness we have. You’re also the most at risk.” He paused, and you took the chance to butt in, asking the question that seemed the most pertinent before you could forget it.

“What do you mean, ‘at risk’?” You grumbled, the roughness of your voice doing its best to cover up the genuine curiosity in your tone. This was a negotiation, no matter what he said, and you knew negotiations. If your father had taught you one good thing, it was that you never showed anyone your hand. Technically, at the time that hadn’t been metaphorical, he had been teaching you how to play poker at the ripe age of six.

“There’s a fairly significant chance that he’ll come back, try and finish the job. If he finds out you’re still alive, that is.” He said it like it wasn’t anything at all, like it wasn’t the most terrifying thing you had ever been told, just common sense. To him, you supposed it was.

“He’s going to try and kill me again?” There went keeping your cards to your chest. Whose voice was going up now, huh? To be fair, he hadn’t just been told that he was the target of a serial killer who had just landed him in the hospital by stabbing him.

“If you’re willing to do exactly what I say, then no.” His tone had gained a seriousness that it had been lacking before, and maybe that was what had been annoying you, because it was suddenly mostly bearable.

“And so, your plan is for us to…” You trailed off, painfully aware of your loss of footing in the conversation. Again, only one of you was coming down from a high while also healing from a stab wound, and you felt that it was deeply unfair of him to use your circumstances to his advantage.

“You and I would stay in an FBI safe house, working on the case and reporting any breakthroughs back to my team until they find and arrest him.”

“Safe house?” You baulked, “Like, stuck inside with you all of the time, no going out, no fun? That kind of safe house?” The thought of it sent a shiver of anxiety and apprehension through you. For one, you didn’t know this man, and you would be locked in a small space with him for who knew how long, you could only imagine all of the gross habits he had. He probably didn’t wash his hands after going to the toilet.

To be completely fair, you had snorted coke off of a public toilet roll holder before, so you couldn’t really judge him when it came to hygiene. That brought you to your second problem with the propositioned arrangement: any time spent in the safe house was time where you would be fully, stone-cold, sober. It wasn’t a feeling you were particularly accustomed with, nor was it one you wanted to be.

“If by ‘fun,’ you mean what I think you mean, then yes. Personally, I’m sure that we, if you agree to help, will have plenty of fun while we’re there. More importantly, I’m sure we will solve the case.” He spoke like he was trying to sell you something, like you really had a choice at all in the matter. Death or time in a house with some guy. The answer was pretty straight forward.

“Okay, fine, I’ll be your witness.” You conceded, hoping that your agreement would be enough to make him go away for a while. If you were going to spend the next however long with him, you would like to take the short span of time you had as a free woman and keep it to yourself.

He did, standing up and silently leaving the room, as well as you to your own thoughts. You hoped that they would report you as dead on the news, that they wouldn’t tell your parents what was going on. A little bit because you wanted to scare them, make them care about you for a moment. Mostly because it sounded fucking hilarious.

.*☆¸•

You didn’t have to wait long for your answer, depending on what we’re going to consider a long period of time. It was only a few days that you spent in the hospital, but they were painful, and to be completely honest, fucking terrifying. It was like a four day fever, but with added muscle spasms, constant paranoia, and anxiety unlike anything you’d ever felt before. No matter how stretched out those days felt, the moment the time came to leave, it felt as though you’d only been given a few minutes to prepare yourself mentally. Spencer walked into your room on the third day, bringing with him two other people, one was a man you had never seen before, while the other was a woman you’d seen outside your room on your first day at the hospital. Well, technically, your third. Spencer introduced you, although you were sure they both already knew your name, and probably all of your darkest secrets. Then he turned back to you, gesturing to the duo as he introduced them.

“This is Aaron Hotchner and Jennifer Jareau. They’ll be our point of contact while we work on your case.” Aaron nodded simply, and Jennifer offered a wave alongside a short greeting.

“Hi.” You waved back weakly, your arm aching with the movement. Jennifer gave you a kind, if not slightly pitying, smile as you dropped your arm with a wince. She seemed nice, but you were glad that it wasn’t her you were sharing the safe house with.

“Call me JJ, I’m the media liaison with the BAU, so I’ll be in charge of keeping the media from endangering you by reporting your survival.” She took a few steps forward, standing directly in front of you, and you could tell she was expecting you to ask questions. Luckily for her, you actually had one.

“What will my parents get told?” You tried not to sound too anxious for an answer, knowing that she would assume you wanted them told the truth of your circumstances.

“Due to the fact that you're not a minor, we have no legal reason to tell them. So unless there are any extenuating circumstances we’re unaware of, they will be told that you are dead. I know that might be hard for-” You cut her off before she could continue to believe that either party cared about the situation.

“Good, I don’t want them to know.” You spoke bluntly, a clear statement, leaving no room for questions or misunderstandings. JJ stepped back, taking your words as her sign to leave.

The man didn’t speak, simply standing beside Spencer as the number of people in the room dropped from four to three. There was silence for a while, none of you willing to speak and break it. Eventually, Spencer must have decided it had been long enough, clearing his throat in that pointed way people think is subtle, and glanced over at the man – Agent Hotchner, you reminded yourself. 

“We’ll check in on you via phone calls regularly, so that you can update us on the case and tell us what you need delivered to the safe house.” Spencer had already told you that, but you didn’t say anything, just nodding and thanking him, “Please write down a list of things you want to be moved to the safe house from your apartment.” He handed you a notepad, along with a pencil, and you wrote down all of the basics you could think of, as well as a few less necessary items—well, that depends on the definition of ‘necessary’ we’re using, you value your sanity—including makeup, your violin, books, and a few other hobbies. You gave him the notepad back, before grabbing it again, scribbling down to include your iPod and your headphones. He looked over it, nodded, and walked out of the room without another word. You liked him.

When it was just Spencer and you left in the room, he came and sat on the edge of the bed, smiling at you softly.

“How are you? You look a bit better than you have for the past few days.” He was being ridiculously nice and understanding, just like he had been since you’d woken up in the hospital. It made you feel even more guilty for yelling at him the day before when he had come into your room and asked how you were doing. You’d thought it was pretty obvious that the answer was ‘not good’ and made sure to tell him just that, in probably the meanest way possible.

“Yeah, I feel better.” You gave him your weak attempt at a grin, accompanied by a small wince because your whole body ached, that muscle deep ache that sinks its claws into your soul just to ruin your day.

“Good.” He smiled, tight-lipped and stilted, the kind that never appeared on a red carpet or magazine cover, but now that you’d seen it, you decided it definitely needed to.

“When are we going to the safe house?” You kept your eyes on him, waiting for an answer as you pushed yourself up in the bed, sitting with a soft grunt. 

“It should be fully set up by now.” He tapped his fingers against the paper thin sheets as he spoke, the constant movement slightly distracting. “Hopefully we’ll be able to go tomorrow after your personal items are moved in.”

“Perfect, this hospital is so not hot.”

“They do have a very good air conditioning system.” You tried—and miserably failed—to hold back a very ungraceful laugh at his words, deciding quite quickly that this was going to be an entertaining few weeks, if nothing else.

“That’s not what I meant.” You winced at the soft pain that reverberated through you alongside your laughter.

“Oh, um, what did you mean?” He was completely oblivious, and seemed rather embarrassed about the fact, you couldn’t help but attempt to comfort him.

“It means, like, something is bad. ‘Hot’ means it’s cool.” You figured any mentions of Paris Hilton would only further confuse him, given how pop culture blind he clearly was.

“Um, okay.” He gave you that awkward smile, waving as he stumbled towards the exit of the room. He looked like he was fairly used to not being in the know, and like that was something he was judged for fairly frequently. You felt a little bad, but more than anything you wanted to be alone, the headache from the previous days creeping back in. So you settled for just being as nice to him as you could, and letting him leave.

“See you tomorrow?” You smiled softly at the sweet face he made, halting on his way out the door to speak again, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear.

“See you.”

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[lu-is-not-ok]

I rember my friend group once discussed if the wound cleirid event/abno fits Hong Lu

What's your opinion on this?

Hm... Let me see.

The main theme I can see in the abno is fear, sorrow, and the images the mind conjures because of them. Notably, the way the coffin turns out to be empty if the check to open it succeeds, but full of wailing people if it fails. The text in the successful check mentions feeling sympathy for whoever might be trapped and how each undone knot accompanies some sort of negative emotion, none of which happens upon failure.

This similar theme can also be seen in the removed third option for the event, where on failure the arm that grabs the Sinner and the undone knot both disappear "like mirages".

Another theme is entrapment and abandonment. There's a lot of focus put on the fact that the reason the coffin is bound up is to keep whatever is inside from escaping, and that whatever is inside is "trapped". The successful skill check text also puts an emphasis on the being inside, the one that persumably is the owner of the arms, pleading to not be left behind, yet also being thankful for being left alone.

There is also the whole thing with there being multiple people trapped inside the coffin, and how it grabbing someone upon failing the check to leave it be appears to steal their voice, with the victim being described as "speechless" and what happens being that "A familiar note is added to the coffin's wailing". In a similar vein, succeeding at undoing the knot causes the one doing so to weep alongside the wailing. A theme of one's voice joining the multitude, whether by choice or by force.

So....

There's definitely some things you could connect to Hong Lu here. The themes of entrapment, the confusion between what is real and what isn't, even the idea of many being trapped in one coffin could be connected to two in one if you fancy the theory. The bit with the arms pleading to not be left behind but at the same time being thankful for it especially resonated with him I think, the way he appears to want to reach out for help by alluding to his horrible homelife, but also constantly deflecting any attempts by others to dig deeper. Plus, there's also the jewel motif with the beetle found inside the coffin.

That being said....

I honestly feel like Wailing Coffin might be an Abno that represents the Sinners as a whole. The arms reaching out of the coffin are very reminiscent of the arms that reach out from the gates of hell when we see Dante revive Sinners for the first time proper in Canto 1. The way one's voice is taken in by the wailing could represent the way Dante's voice was not only literally taken, but also the way their ticking guides the Sinners down the right path, out of their suffering. The only way the wailings within the coffin are freed is through feeling their suffering, again, very reminiscent of Dante's role with regards to the Sinners.

There's always a level of vagueness when it comes to Abnormalities that only have a Mirror Dungeon event, but I think that's my final take on it all until we learn more.

[shiorihyugawrites]

The Devil's Bride

Aurora Jaeger, Eren's long-lost childhood friend, was taken from him when they were children. After years of suffering under Marleyan control, Aurora is reunited with Eren while he’s undercover in Marley, igniting a bond neither of them expected. Despite her gentle nature, Aurora breaks her vow of pacifism to save Eren’s life, solidifying their deep connection. Secretly married before the Raid on Liberio, Aurora is swept into Eren's world of chaos and destruction. As the Scouts learn of her existence, tensions rise on the airship home. Mikasa’s heart shatters, and Levi demands answers. And Eren will stop at nothing to protect the only light left in his dark world—his bride, Aurora.

In this journey of love, loyalty, and war, Aurora must reconcile her innocent heart with the brutal reality of the man she loves, while Eren faces the truth of what he’s become. (Eren x OC)

Chapter Thirty Four

Floch stood outside the closed door, his ear pressed close enough to catch every word of Eren and Aurora’s conversation. His face twisted in displeasure as he listened to the emotional exchange. Aurora was crying, pleading, and what did Eren do? Comfort her. Forgive her. Let her off with nothing more than a scolding. Floch’s jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists at his sides.

Two months. She had lied to Eren, to all of them, for two whole months about something so critical it could have endangered the entire operation. If Porco had attacked the compound, if the Queen had been harmed—Floch didn’t even want to imagine the chaos that would have unfolded. And yet, here was Eren, brushing it all aside because it was Aurora. His precious wife who, in Floch’s eyes, could do no wrong.

Floch rolled his eyes, his disdain growing as he recalled Aurora’s earlier hysteria about a "ghost." He thought it was nothing more than a convenient ploy to make herself appear vulnerable and sympathetic, diverting Eren’s attention from her wrongdoing. And of course, it worked. Eren, blinded by love, fell for it hook, line, and sinker.

"Ridiculous," Floch muttered under his breath.

His thoughts turned darker as he considered what Aurora’s presence had done to Eren. The once single-minded soldier, determined to secure Paradis’s future at any cost, was now "playing house," coddling his pregnant wife when he should be focused on the mission. Floch’s lip curled at the thought. It wasn’t just Eren either—now even Queen Historia was entangled in some idiotic romantic drama with the Jaw Titan.

“We’re fighting for our survival,” Floch thought bitterly. “And they’re losing themselves in love stories.”

He could feel his frustration boiling over, but he knew better than to voice it. Eren wouldn’t listen. His judgment was compromised. Floch sighed through his nose, straightened his posture, and cleared his throat sharply.

Knocking on the door, he waited a beat before pushing it open. He found Eren sitting on the edge of the bed next to Aurora, his hand still resting protectively over her baby bump. Aurora’s tear-streaked face turned toward Floch, but he ignored her entirely, his gaze fixed on Eren.

“Eren,” Floch said crisply, his tone tinged with impatience. “The scouts are waiting. Captain Levi is ready to begin Galliard’s interrogation.”

Eren’s jaw tightened slightly, his expression unreadable as he looked at Floch. Without a word, he rose from the bed, straightening his posture as his piercing green eyes locked onto Floch.

“I’ll be there,” Eren said firmly, his voice low but commanding.

Floch gave a curt nod but couldn’t resist letting his gaze flicker toward Aurora one last time. He didn’t trust her—not now, not ever. She was a distraction, dangerous, a liability, and he feared what further damage her presence might cause.

Eren caught the subtle shift in Floch’s expression, his brow furrowing slightly, but he chose not to address it. Turning back to Aurora, his expression softened, and he cupped her face gently.

“I’ll be back soon,” he said, his tone softening for her.

Aurora nodded, her eyes still glossy from their earlier conversation. “Okay,” she whispered.

Eren stepped past Floch, his demeanor sharpening as he left the room. Floch trailed after him, his own thoughts still simmering with resentment.

As they headed toward the basement where Levi and the scouts awaited, Floch dared to speak up. “You’re being too soft on her,” he said quietly, his tone just barely masking his disapproval.

Eren stopped mid-step and turned, his expression so cold it made Floch’s words catch in his throat.

“Watch your mouth,” Eren warned, his voice sharp and cutting. “That’s my wife you’re talking about.”

Floch swallowed hard but didn’t reply, his frustration bubbling just below the surface as he followed Eren the rest of the way in silence.

But Eren’s irritation simmered beneath his calm exterior as he walked alongside Floch toward the basement. His annoyance wasn’t new—Floch had a knack for getting under his skin—but the audacity to involve Aurora in his petty critiques was the last straw. It was one thing for Floch to be insubordinate or to question orders, but dragging Aurora into it? That was a line Eren wouldn’t tolerate being crossed.

Truth be told, Floch’s attitude grated on him. Ever since Floch had taken it upon himself to hunt down Levi and Mikasa without permission, Eren had found it increasingly difficult to even look at the man. Floch’s actions were reckless, and his blatant opposition to Aurora, though subtle, wasn’t lost on Eren. Yet, as much as Eren disliked him, he grudgingly acknowledged his utility. Floch had proven to be an effective leader for the Jaegerists, rallying them when the old brass faltered. His conviction, while often misguided, was unshakable, and the Jaegerists followed him without hesitation.

It was convenience, nothing more. Floch was a tool, a necessary evil to keep the Jaegerists in line. Beyond that, Eren couldn’t care less about him.

The sound of their boots echoed against the stone walls as they approached the basement. The air between them was thick with tension, but neither said a word. Floch’s silence was unusual—likely a calculated move to avoid provoking Eren further after his earlier remarks. Eren’s expression was unreadable, his green eyes fixed ahead, but his clenched fists betrayed his simmering anger.

When they reached the basement, Mikasa was already there, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. Her dark eyes flicked between Eren and Floch, immediately sensing the tension between them. She raised a brow slightly but said nothing, opting instead to observe.

Eren pushed the heavy door open, revealing the dimly lit space where Levi was waiting. Porco was restrained in the center of the room, his limbs still healing from Levi’s earlier assault. His sharp gaze flickered to the newcomers.

Levi stood near Porco, arms crossed, his expression as sharp as ever. “Took you long enough,” Levi said flatly, his voice carrying its usual edge. “I was starting to think you were having a tea party upstairs.”

Eren ignored the remark, stepping inside and allowing the door to close behind him. Floch followed, his posture rigid as he positioned himself near the wall. Mikasa remained in the doorway, her gaze shifting between the occupants of the room.

Porco’s smirk widened as his eyes landed on Eren. “Jaeger,” he drawled, his tone mocking. “I was wondering when you’d show up.”

Eren didn’t respond immediately, his gaze locking onto Porco with an intensity that made the room feel smaller. “You’ve been real comfortable here for someone who was supposed to kill Historia,” Eren said coldly, his voice low and dangerous.

Porco’s smirk didn’t falter. “What can I say? Your queen has a way of changing a man’s priorities.”

Levi’s expression darkened, his hand instinctively moving toward his blade. Mikasa tensed slightly, her eyes narrowing at Porco’s remark. Floch’s lips curled into a sneer, his disdain for Porco evident.

Eren took a step closer, his green eyes burning with barely restrained fury. “You don’t get to talk about her,” he said, his voice sharp enough to cut. “Not after everything you’ve done.”

Porco raised a brow, his smirk finally fading. “Funny. You’re angry with me, but your real problem should be with the people around you. Your wife, your queen—seems like everyone’s keeping secrets from you.”

Eren’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides. The mention of Aurora was like a spark to dry kindling, reigniting his simmering frustration. Mikasa noticed the subtle shift in his posture and took a small step forward, ready to intervene if necessary.

Levi’s voice cut through the tension. “If you’re done playing therapist, we’re here to get answers, not hear your opinions.” His tone was icy, his patience clearly wearing thin.

Eren exhaled sharply through his nose, his gaze never leaving Porco. “Start talking,” he said, his voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of anger. “Why are you really here? And don’t waste my time.”

Porco’s gaze flickered between the group, his smirk replaced by a wary expression. The tension in the room was palpable, the weight of the situation pressing down on everyone. Floch shifted uncomfortably against the wall, his usual arrogance momentarily muted by the intensity of the moment.

The tension in the room thickened as the door creaked open and Hange and Armin stepped inside, their expressions somber. They exchanged brief glances with the others before focusing on Porco, who sat chained and bloodied in the center of the room. Mikasa stood behind him, her blades drawn, her sharp gaze fixed on his every move.

Levi leaned against the table, his arms crossed, his glare unwavering. “You’re going to tell us everything,” he said coldly, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Every detail of what you’ve done since you landed on Paradis. And if I even think you’re lying, you won’t have hands to bite anymore.”

Porco’s jaw tightened, but he nodded. “Fine. I’ll tell you everything.”

“Start talking,” Levi snapped.

Porco took a deep breath, his gaze briefly flickering to Eren, whose narrowed eyes burned with distrust. “After the Cart, Armored, and I failed to capture your wife or kill your queen during the first attack, I stayed behind. I... I couldn’t leave,” he admitted, his voice wavering slightly. “I’ve been hiding in the woods near the compound, meeting with Historia.”

“And what exactly have you two been doing?” Levi pressed, his voice sharp.

Porco hesitated, glancing at the floor. “Talking. Planning. We tried to figure out a way to stop all this—stop the Rumbling, stop Marley, stop the killing. But every plan we came up with fell apart. Every path led to someone dying, whether it was Paradis or Marley. There’s no winning here. Someone has to lose. And the truth is, it’s going to take blood to end this, no matter which side you’re on.”

The room grew heavy with his words, the weight of the revelation settling on everyone’s shoulders. Armin shifted uncomfortably, his brows furrowed as he exchanged a worried glance with Hange. Mikasa’s grip on her blades tightened, her knuckles whitening. Even Levi, usually unshakable, looked grim.

Eren’s voice cut through the silence like a blade. “We already knew that,” he said bluntly, his tone laced with impatience. “You’re wasting our time. Tell us something useful. When is Marley launching their attack?”

Porco’s eyes met Eren’s, and he let out a dry laugh. “You’re just as ruthless as they said. But fine, I’ll tell you. Marley’s gathering their forces. They’ll launch a full-scale attack in five months. Maybe six if their alliance with the Global Allied Forces holds steady.”

Eren’s jaw tightened. “And Zeke?”

Porco hesitated again, glancing between the faces in the room. “Zeke’s on his way here. He’s supposed to rendezvous with your forces in two months.”

The air in the room shifted. Levi’s eyes narrowed. Mikasa adjusted her stance slightly, her blades glinting under the dim light. Hange rubbed her chin thoughtfully, her mind already racing with the implications.

Armin broke the silence, his voice quieter but no less resolute. “So it’s true. Zeke’s still part of Marley’s plan. Eren, you... you don’t have to do this.”

Eren’s gaze snapped to Armin, his green eyes hard. “Do what?”

“The Rumbling,” Armin said, his voice firm. “There has to be another way.”

“There isn’t,” Eren replied sharply, his tone cutting. “You’ve seen what Marley and the world think of us. You’ve seen what they’re willing to do. They’re not going to stop until every last one of us is dead. The Rumbling is the only way to ensure Paradis survives.”

Armin stepped closer, his expression pleading. “Eren, you’re talking about genocide. Millions of people. There has to be another solution. We just... we need more time.”

“Time we don’t have,” Eren shot back. “You think Marley’s going to give us time to figure this out? They’re coming, Armin. They’re bringing their armies, their bombs, their hatred. And when they get here, they won’t care about negotiations or peace. They’ll destroy us. All of us.”

The room fell silent again, the weight of Eren’s words hanging heavy in the air. Hange adjusted her glasses, her expression conflicted. Mikasa’s gaze flickered between Eren and Armin, her own thoughts carefully guarded.

Levi finally spoke, his voice low and steady. “We’re not here to debate philosophy. We need to focus on the threat at hand. If Zeke’s coming in two months, we need to prepare. The enemy isn’t going to wait for us to sort out our moral dilemmas.”

Eren nodded, his gaze shifting back to Porco. “You’re going to tell us everything you know about Marley’s plans. Every detail.”

Porco stared at him for a moment before nodding reluctantly. “Fine.”

As the interrogation continued, the tension in the room remained thick. But for Eren, his thoughts kept drifting back to Aurora—her fear, her tears, her guilt. He pushed the thoughts aside, forcing himself to focus. There was no room for weakness now. Not with everything at stake.

…

Meanwhile, Historia paced the confines of her quarters, her chest tight with guilt. Aurora’s distressed face lingered in her mind, the hurt and fear in her friend’s eyes weighing heavily on her. She had been selfish. No matter how much she justified her actions with Porco, involving Aurora had been wrong. She should’ve handled it on her own.

Determined to set things right, Historia squared her shoulders and moved toward the door. Two Jaegerist guards were stationed outside, arms crossed, their postures rigid.

“Where are you going, Your Majesty?” one of them asked, stepping into her path.

“I’m going to see Aurora,” Historia said firmly, her tone brooking no argument.

The second guard frowned. “Under Floch’s orders, we’re to keep you confined to your quarters.”

Historia’s jaw tightened. “Confined? Am I a prisoner now?”

The first guard hesitated. “It’s for your safety, Your Majesty—”

Historia’s voice sharpened, cutting through his excuse. “I am the Queen of the Walls. My safety is my concern, not Floch’s. I will not be confined in my own home.”

The guards exchanged uncertain looks, but neither dared defy her further. With a nod of dismissal, Historia brushed past them, her steps resolute as she made her way to Aurora and Eren’s quarters.

But when she reached the door, she hesitated. Guilt and shame pooled in her stomach. She had been a horrible friend, asking Aurora to carry her secret for months. What had she been thinking? Taking a deep breath, she knocked softly.

The door creaked open, and Aurora stood there, her eyes wide with surprise. Her face was pale, her eyes rimmed red from crying. 

“Historia?” Aurora’s voice was soft, almost disbelieving. “What are you doing here?”

“I needed to see you,” Historia said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. She shut the door behind her and turned to face her friend. “Aurora, I owe you an apology.”

Aurora blinked, taken aback. “Apology?”

“Yes.” Historia’s voice trembled slightly, but she pressed on. “I was selfish. I never should’ve asked you to keep my secret. It wasn’t fair to you, and it put you in an impossible position. You’ve been nothing but kind to me, and I used that kindness for my own benefit. I’m so sorry, Aurora.”

Aurora stared at her, her hands resting protectively over her growing baby bump. Her lips trembled, and she shook her head. “I just wanted to help you, Historia. You’ve been such a good friend to me, the first real friend I’ve ever had. I didn’t want to let you down. But I—” Her voice broke, and she looked away. “I realize now that I shouldn’t have kept it from Eren.”

“You’re right,” Historia said softly. “You shouldn’t have. I should’ve handled it on my own. I didn’t think about what it would mean for you to keep this secret. I put you in an awful position, and I hate that I did that to you.”

Aurora’s gaze flickered back to Historia, tears shining in her eyes. “Eren was so hurt. He’s never talked to me like that before. It’s my fault.”

“It’s my fault,” Historia said firmly, taking a step closer. “Don’t blame yourself for my mistakes. I dragged you into this mess, and I’m going to fix it. I promise.”

Aurora looked at her for a long moment before finally nodding. “Thank you,” she whispered.

Historia reached out and took Aurora’s hands, squeezing them gently. “You’re a better person than I deserve as a friend. I’m so sorry, Aurora. I’ll do whatever it takes to make this right.”

The two women stood there for a moment, a fragile but genuine understanding passing between them. For the first time in weeks, Aurora felt a flicker of relief. Maybe, just maybe, they could both find a way to fix the chaos that had unfolded.

…

Back with the scouts, the room was thick with tension as Eren, Levi, Hange, Armin, and Floch huddled together, discussing their next moves. The interrogation of Porco Galliard had been exhausting, yielding a trove of critical information about Marley’s military plans and the timeline of their invasion. Six months. That’s all they had left. But Zeke’s arrival in two months complicated things even further.

Hange leaned against the table, arms crossed, her brows furrowed in deep thought. “Porco’s information is valuable, I’ll give him that. The details he gave us about Marley’s military coordination could give us an edge if we use them strategically.”

Armin nodded in agreement, his hands clasped in front of him as he spoke. “If we combine his knowledge with ours, we might be able to come up with a plan that doesn’t involve the Rumbling. Maybe... maybe there’s a way to target Marley’s leadership or military infrastructure without resorting to genocide. If we’re smart about it, we can buy time.”

Eren let out a sharp exhale, his arms folded tightly across his chest. His green eyes were dark with mistrust. “Porco’s information is only as useful as the truth behind it. How do we know he’s not feeding us lies to stall or manipulate us? He’s a Marleyan soldier—one trained to hate us.”

Mikasa stood beside Eren, her hand on her blade’s hilt, her expression unreadable. “Eren’s right. We can’t let our guard down around him. Just because he’s in chains doesn’t mean he’s not dangerous.”

Floch scoffed from his corner of the room, his face twisted with disdain. “You’re all wasting time debating whether or not to trust him. It’s simple. We feed him to someone loyal to us, someone we can actually trust, and gain the Jaw Titan’s power for Paradis. We don’t need him alive.”

Hange turned sharply toward Floch, her voice laced with irritation. “Do you ever stop thinking with your fists, Floch? Porco’s not just a titan shifter. He’s a resource. If we lose him, we lose access to Marleyan strategy, insights, and potentially any connections we might exploit. We can’t afford to squander that.”

Armin interjected, his voice calm but firm. “And feeding him to someone isn’t as simple as you make it sound, Floch. Choosing a successor isn’t something we can do lightly. If we make the wrong choice, we could end up in a worse position.”

Floch crossed his arms, glaring at Armin. “You’re just delaying the inevitable, Armin. He’s the enemy, and keeping him alive is a liability. What if he escapes? What if he betrays us?”

Levi, who had been silently observing the argument, finally spoke, his tone icy. “Porco isn’t going anywhere. As long as I’m here, he won’t get the chance to try anything. But Floch isn’t entirely wrong. The Jaw Titan’s power in the hands of someone we trust would give us an edge.”

Eren’s gaze hardened as he leaned forward, addressing the room. “Zeke’s arrival changes everything. Once he’s here, I’m going to make contact with him and activate the Rumbling. That’s the only plan that guarantees our survival. We can’t afford to waste time chasing alternatives that won’t work.”

Armin’s frustration bubbled over, and he slammed his hands on the table. “And what about the rest of the world, Eren? Do you really think wiping out countless lives is the only way to secure peace? You’re not even giving us a chance to find another way!”

Eren glared at Armin, his voice cold and resolute. “I’ve given you plenty of time, Armin. You’ve spent months trying to come up with a better solution, and where has it gotten us? Nowhere. Marley is coming for us, and we can’t negotiate with people who want us dead. It’s us or them.”

The room fell silent, the weight of Eren’s words settling heavily over them. Hange sighed, rubbing her temples. “We need to think about the bigger picture. Porco’s information could give us leverage, but we need to be smart about how we use it.”

Floch, unrelenting, muttered under his breath, “Or we could stop wasting time and take action.”

Levi’s sharp gaze snapped to Floch, silencing him immediately. “Enough. We’ll keep Porco alive for now. But if he so much as twitches the wrong way, I’ll handle it personally.”

Hange nodded, trying to lighten the mood slightly. “And maybe we should all take a moment to breathe. We’re not going to solve this tonight.”

Eren, still seething, turned away from the group. “I’m done here. You can keep debating if you want, but I’ve made up my mind.”

Without waiting for a response, he strode toward the door, his mind already racing. He couldn’t shake the image of Aurora’s tear-streaked face from earlier. He’d deal with her betrayal later. For now, his focus had to be on the battle ahead.

Mikasa watched him leave, her expression unreadable. “He’s not going to change his mind.”

Hange sighed, leaning back against the wall. “No, he won’t. But we still have to try.”

As the door shut behind Eren, the room fell into an uneasy silence, the weight of their collective decisions hanging heavy in the air.

But Eren halted in his tracks as he stepped into the hallway, surprised to see Historia standing there, her posture tense and defiant. Right behind her was Aurora, her head bowed slightly, still trailing after the queen. She was supposed to be resting, and Historia wasn’t supposed to leave her quarters under Floch’s orders. What were they doing here?

Eren’s brow furrowed in irritation, his voice sharp. “Historia, what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be in your quarters.”

Historia didn’t flinch under his tone. Instead, she straightened her back, her chin held high. “I’m here to see Porco.”

Aurora shifted uncomfortably beside her, avoiding Eren’s gaze. The tension between them from earlier was still palpable, and Eren’s jaw clenched as he glanced briefly at his wife before returning his glare to Historia.

“No,” Eren said bluntly. “You shouldn’t even be here right now. Porco’s fine, but you’re not seeing him.”

“I don’t need your permission,” Historia shot back, stepping closer. “I’m the queen, Eren. I have a right to see him.”

Eren’s frustration bubbled over. “The only thing you have a right to do is stay safe. You should be guarded right now, not wandering around the compound.”

Historia didn’t back down, her voice firm. “I’m not here to argue about my safety. I want to see Porco.”

Eren scoffed and crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing. “The answer is still no. He’s under heavy surveillance for a reason.”

At that moment, the door to the interrogation room opened, and Levi emerged, dragging Porco by his chains. Porco’s eyes immediately darted to Historia, his expression softening for a brief moment before he forced himself to look away. Levi’s sharp gaze flicked between Historia and Porco, his irritation obvious.

“Great,” Levi muttered under his breath. “More love drama. Just what we need.”

Historia stepped forward, her determination unwavering. “Captain, I need to speak with him.”

Levi raised an unimpressed eyebrow, his tone flat. “No, you don’t. And he’s not speaking to you.”

“Why not?” Historia demanded, her voice rising in frustration. “You’ve already interrogated him. What harm could it do?”

Levi rolled his eyes, his patience clearly wearing thin. “For starters, he’s under surveillance. Until he proves he’s not a threat, he’s staying far away from you. That’s non-negotiable.”

Historia clenched her fists, her face flushing with indignation. “I can make my own decisions, Captain.”

Levi’s tone grew sharper. “Not when they involve endangering everyone else on this island because of some foolish romance.”

Porco bristled at Levi’s words, his voice tight. “Don’t talk to her like that.”

Levi turned to him with a steely glare, his blades glinting faintly at his sides. “And you—shut up. You’re lucky you’re still breathing.”

Historia opened her mouth to argue further, but Levi held up a hand, cutting her off. “Enough. I need to debrief you, alone.”

Historia’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Excuse me? You can’t just—”

“I can, and I will,” Levi interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument. “We need to make sure your stories line up. I’m not taking any chances that you’ve been influenced by this idiot.”

Porco stiffened at the insult, but Levi’s cold glare kept him silent. Historia, however, wasn’t so easily silenced.

“I’m not some criminal, Captain,” she said, her voice tight with anger. “I’ve done nothing wrong.”

Levi’s expression didn’t waver. “Maybe not, but I’m not risking the safety of everyone here just because you decided to play house with the enemy.”

Historia’s cheeks flushed with both anger and embarrassment. She turned to Eren for support, but his expression was unreadable. His gaze flicked briefly to Aurora, who stood silently beside Historia, her hands resting protectively over her bump.

“Captain Levi’s right,” Eren said finally, his voice quiet but firm. “You need to clear this up.”

Historia’s shoulders sagged slightly, the fight draining out of her. She gave Levi a sharp nod, her eyes blazing. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.”

Levi gestured for her to follow, giving a sharp tug on Porco’s chains as he began dragging him back toward the holding cell. As they moved away, Floch appeared in the hallway, his expression smug as he took up position near Historia’s quarters, clearly prepared to enforce Eren’s earlier orders.

Eren turned his gaze to Aurora, his expression softening slightly. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Aurora, you should be resting. Go back to our quarters.”

Aurora hesitated, glancing at Historia’s retreating figure before nodding reluctantly. She began to turn away, her heart heavy with guilt and worry. As she walked back down the hall, she could feel Eren’s eyes lingering on her, the weight of his unspoken thoughts pressing heavily against her back.

Her steps grew heavier with each passing second as she walked toward the quarters she shared with Eren. Her mind, already fragile from the guilt and tension between them, spiraled into a whirlwind of tormenting memories.

The lies to Eren—her partner, her husband—gnawed at her conscience. The chilling image of the "ghost" haunted her. The memory of being hunted and nearly kidnapped flashed vividly, her breaths growing shallow. She could still feel the weight of the blade in her hand when she nearly killed Captain Levi, the Premier’s blood on her hands when she ended his life, and the chaos of the raid on Liberio filled her ears with the echoes of gunfire and screams.

Her knees wobbled as the image of the Marleyan soldiers she killed in the cabin surfaced, their lifeless faces etched in her memory. Then came the memory of Eren, his hands wrapped around a man’s throat, the life draining from his victim’s body as she watched helplessly. She was drowning in the horrors she had lived through—her life as a slave, her mother’s slow and agonizing death, and the sight of her father being consumed by Lara Tybur, who became the War Hammer Titan.

Her breaths hitched as the memories kept coming, crashing over her like relentless waves. Aurora’s steps faltered, her shoulders trembling as sobs wracked her body. She stopped entirely, clutching her baby bump instinctively as her vision blurred with tears. She couldn’t breathe—her chest was tight, and her heart pounded erratically. Panic clawed at her, gripping her throat like a vice.

Eren, who had been watching her walk away, immediately noticed her faltering steps and the way her shoulders shook. The sight of Aurora breaking down struck him like a dagger to the heart. In an instant, he was moving, his feet carrying him to her side in long strides.

“Aurora,” he said firmly but gently as he reached her, his hands immediately coming to rest on her shoulders. She flinched slightly at his touch but turned toward him, her tear-streaked face crumpled in anguish. Her wide, panicked eyes met his, and Eren felt his chest tighten.

“I-I can’t,” Aurora stammered, her voice shaking. “I can’t do this anymore, Eren. It’s too much—everything is too much.” Her words were barely coherent between her sobs.

Eren cupped her face with both hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears streaming down her cheeks. “Hey, hey, look at me,” he said softly, his voice steady even as worry churned in his stomach. “Breathe, Aurora. You need to breathe. Deep breaths, okay? Focus on me.”

She tried to do as he said, but her breaths were shallow and erratic, her body trembling. Eren leaned closer, his forehead touching hers as he whispered, “You’re safe, Aurora. I’ve got you. Nothing’s going to happen to you or the baby. Just breathe with me.”

He inhaled deeply, exaggerating the motion for her to see, and then exhaled slowly. Aurora struggled but tried to follow his lead, taking a shaky breath in and letting it out unevenly. Eren stayed with her, breathing with her until her panic began to subside. Her sobs quieted to soft whimpers, though her tears still fell.

“I’m sorry,” Aurora whispered, her voice breaking. “I’m so sorry for everything—for lying, for putting everyone in danger, for being weak—”

“You’re not weak,” Eren interrupted, his tone firm. “You’ve been through hell, Aurora. Anyone would break under what you’ve had to endure, but you’re still standing. You’re the strongest person I know.”

Aurora shook her head, tears spilling anew. “It doesn’t feel that way. I feel like I’m falling apart.”

Eren’s hands moved to cradle the back of her head, pulling her into his chest. “You don’t have to hold it together all the time. That’s why I’m here, Aurora. To catch you when you feel like you’re falling.” He rested his chin on top of her head, his arms wrapped protectively around her. “I’m not going anywhere, and you’re not alone in this.”

She clung to him, her hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt as she cried into his chest. Eren held her tightly, his own heart heavy as he felt the depth of her pain. He kissed the top of her head and whispered, “You’re not weak, and you’re not alone. We’re in this together, Aurora. Always.”

Aurora’s breathing gradually evened out, and she nodded against his chest, her sobs subsiding. She pulled back slightly, looking up at him with red-rimmed eyes. “I love you, Eren,” she whispered, her voice raw.

“I love you too,” he replied without hesitation, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “More than anything.”

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, letting his lips linger there for a moment before guiding her back toward their quarters. “Come on. Let’s get you off your feet. You need to rest.”

Aurora nodded, letting Eren lead her back inside. Despite the lingering weight of her emotions, she felt a small flicker of comfort in his unwavering presence.

He guided Aurora to their room with gentle care, helping her ease into the bed. He brushed her hair from her face as she sat on the edge, her eyes still puffy and red from crying. Her body was exhausted, but the whirlwind of emotions and memories left her mind restless. Eren knelt in front of her, unlacing her boots and setting them aside before wrapping her in the warmest embrace he could muster.

“You’ve done enough for today,” he murmured softly, his hand rubbing soothing circles on her back. “You need to rest.”

Aurora nodded weakly, letting Eren guide her into the bed. He pulled the blanket over her and slid in beside her, wrapping his arms protectively around her. She nestled into his chest, her head tucked under his chin, and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against her ear began to soothe her frayed nerves. His fingers combed gently through her hair as he whispered, “I’m here, Aurora. You’re safe. Nothing’s going to hurt you.”

Her breathing evened out, and before long, she slipped into a deep sleep. Eren sighed in relief, holding her a little tighter. His heart ached seeing her like this, but he was grateful that, at least for now, she had found a little peace in his arms.

But Aurora’s "dreams" were unlike any she had ever experienced before. The warmth of Eren’s embrace faded, and she found herself standing in an otherworldly expanse. The sky above was dark, but not menacing, illuminated by a network of glowing paths that stretched infinitely in all directions, crisscrossing the air like celestial rivers. At the center of this ethereal realm stood a massive, otherworldly tree-like structure, its gnarled roots and branches twisting and sprawling in a way that defied logic. The sight was breathtaking, and Aurora was struck with awe and confusion.

“Where… am I?” she whispered, her voice echoing faintly.

Her wonder quickly turned to unease as she caught sight of her "ghost." The pale blonde girl stood a short distance away, her vacant, sorrowful eyes fixed on Aurora’s belly as usual. Aurora stiffened instinctively, her heart racing with fear. But this time, something held her back from running or screaming. There was no malice in the child’s gaze—only overwhelming grief and sadness.

Aurora’s breath hitched as she forced herself to stand still, her eyes never leaving the ghostly figure. “Who are you?” she asked softly, her voice trembling but curious. “What do you want from me?”

The girl didn’t answer. Instead, she took a hesitant step forward, her bare feet soundless against the shimmering path. Aurora’s pulse quickened as the girl closed the distance between them, her small hand reaching out. Before Aurora could react, the girl’s cold fingers brushed her forehead.

It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck Aurora. Her vision blurred, and a jarring sensation overtook her as she felt her consciousness being yanked out of her body and placed into another. Her surroundings changed abruptly. She was no longer in the strange, celestial realm but in a dark room illuminated only by the dim glow of an oil lamp hanging on the wall. The air smelled faintly of coffee, and she saw a steaming mug on the table in front of her.

Aurora’s senses felt strange and foreign, as if her body didn’t belong to her. She noticed the petite, frazzled-looking brunette standing across from her. There was something hauntingly familiar about the woman, but Aurora couldn’t place where she’d seen her before.

Her gaze drifted to the mirror on the wall. She turned to it hesitantly, and when she saw her reflection, a scream tore from her throat. Staring back at her was a tall, scruffy man with long, unkempt blonde hair and a beard. His piercing eyes held a resemblance to Eren’s, but they were sharper, colder. Aurora stumbled back, her hands flying to her face, only to find that the reflection moved with her.

“What is this?!” she cried out, her voice echoing unnaturally. Her senses spun as panic clawed at her chest.

…

Aurora jolted awake with a scream, her body trembling violently as she clutched at her chest. She was back in her bed, in her quarters, but the feeling of displacement and the terrifying vision of the man in the mirror lingered. Her heart pounded wildly, and her skin was clammy with sweat.

“Aurora!” Eren exclaimed, sitting up in alarm. He reached for her, his hands resting firmly on her shoulders. “What happened? Are you okay?!”

She stared at him, her wide, terrified eyes searching his face as if trying to confirm that he was real. “I-I don’t know,” she stammered, her voice shaky and raw. “I saw… something… someone.”

Eren pulled her into his arms, cradling her against his chest as he rocked her gently. “It was just a nightmare,” he whispered, though his own worry crept into his tone. “You’re safe now. Whatever you saw—it’s not real.”

Aurora clung to him, her breaths coming in short, uneven gasps. “Eren, it felt so real,” she murmured. “I don’t know what’s happening to me.”

Eren’s jaw tightened as he held her close, stroking her hair in an attempt to calm her. His mind raced with questions and unease. Something was clearly happening to Aurora, something beyond her control. And Eren vowed to get to the bottom of it—whatever it took.

…

Meanwhile on the other side of the sea in Liberio…

The dimly lit room was suffocating, its silence broken only by the rhythmic ticking of a clock on the wall. An oil lamp flickered faintly, casting long shadows that seemed to dance with unease as Pieck and Reiner stood before Zeke Jaeger. A steaming mug of coffee was on the table in front of him and the air was thick with tension, their faces grim. Marley’s plans to massacre the Eldians were no secret to them, and the weight of their next steps pressed heavily on their shoulders.

Pieck crossed her arms, her usual sly demeanor replaced by a rare seriousness. “We can’t do this alone, Zeke,” she began, her voice steady but low. “You know what the generals are planning. They want to wipe us out—our families, everyone in the internment zone. They’ve decided they don’t need us anymore.”

Reiner, standing beside her, nodded. His jaw was clenched, the familiar haunted look in his eyes even more pronounced. “This isn’t just about Paradis anymore. They’re not going to stop with the island. Marley wants to end every Eldian life—ours included.”

Zeke sat at the table, his fingers laced under his chin as he listened. The light of the oil lamp above cast shadows on his face, obscuring his expression. He looked contemplative, though not in the way Pieck and Reiner had hoped.

Pieck leaned forward, her tone growing more urgent. “You’re the only one who can help us, Zeke. You’ve always been a step ahead. If we can find a way to stop this genocide, we need to act now.”

Zeke’s eyes shifted to meet hers, but there was something detached in his gaze. He exhaled slowly. “I’ve known about Marley’s plans for some time now,” he admitted.

Reiner stiffened, his fists clenching at his sides. “And you’ve done nothing? They’re planning to kill everyone. Your own people.”

Zeke’s lips curled into a faint, almost pitying smile. “I don’t think you understand, Reiner. My plan goes far beyond what Marley intends. If we succeed in making contact with Eren, we can use the Founding Titan’s power to put an end to this cycle of hatred. No more suffering, no more war, no more Eldians.”

Pieck frowned, confusion lacing her features. “What are you talking about?”

Zeke leaned back in his chair, his voice calm but laced with conviction. “The Euthanasia Plan,” he said. “With the Founding Titan’s power, we can render every subject of Ymir incapable of reproduction. Marley won’t need to fear us anymore. The world will no longer have a reason to hate Eldians, and we’ll fade away peacefully.”

Reiner’s face twisted with rage. “You’re talking about killing our people—our future—just to appease Marley?”

Zeke raised a hand to silence him. “I’m talking about salvation. You don’t see the bigger picture, Reiner. The hatred won’t stop. This is the only way.”

Pieck opened her mouth to argue, but before she could, Zeke’s body stiffened. His eyes widened as if he’d been struck, and he let out a strangled scream that echoed in the small room. Pieck and Reiner exchanged alarmed looks as Zeke’s hand shot to his forehead.

“Zeke!” Pieck stepped forward, her voice laced with concern. “What’s wrong?”

But Zeke wasn’t in the room anymore.

He was standing in a place he’d only seen fleetingly in the past: the Paths. The dark sky stretched endlessly above him, and the massive tree-like structure loomed in the distance, its roots sprawling in every direction. Zeke’s heart raced as he took in the scene, his mind spinning with confusion and dread. Why was he here now?

Then he saw her.

A little girl stood nearby, her blank eyes staring ahead. The sight sent a chill down Zeke’s spine—he recognized her. She was the same child who appeared each time he visited the Paths, the very essence of the Founding Titan’s power. Ymir Fritz.

But this time, she wasn’t alone.

Standing beside her was a woman—petite, graceful, and radiant. Her distinct platinum blonde hair shimmered faintly in the dim light, cascading down her back like a waterfall of moonlight. Her eyes were closed, her expression serene yet haunting. Something about the shape of her face struck Zeke as eerily familiar.

His breath caught in his throat. “No… it can’t be.”

The woman’s resemblance to Dina, his mother, was uncanny. But it wasn’t Dina. And that hair… Zeke had heard stories of her—Eren’s wife. Aurora Jaeger.

“What is this?” Zeke whispered, his voice trembling. “Why is she here?”

His mind raced with possibilities. This should have been impossible. Aurora wasn’t a Titan shifter. She wasn’t even supposed to have access to the Paths. Unless…

The thought made Zeke’s stomach drop. Could she be a member of the royal family?

Before he could process the revelation, the little girl reached out and touched Aurora’s hand, and the scene began to blur and fade. Zeke felt himself being pulled back, the ethereal world of the Paths slipping away like sand through his fingers.

Zeke jolted back into his body with a gasp, his eyes wide and wild. He was disoriented, his heart hammering in his chest as if he’d run a marathon. Pieck was leaning over him, her brows furrowed with concern.

“Zeke!” she exclaimed. “What happened? You screamed.”

Zeke’s hand went to his chest as he tried to steady his breathing. He looked at Pieck, then at Reiner, but he couldn’t bring himself to answer. His mind was spinning, replaying the vision over and over.

Aurora Jaeger… in the Paths.

It was impossible, yet it had happened. And if she was truly connected to the royal family… the implications were staggering.

His mind was spinning like a wheel in mud, unable to find traction. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as he paced the dimly lit room. The oil lamp on the wall flickered, casting jagged shadows that seemed to taunt his chaotic thoughts. Pieck and Reiner exchanged confused glances, their concern mounting as they watched him unravel.

“Zeke,” Pieck said carefully, her voice calm but firm. “What the hell just happened? You looked like you saw a ghost.”

Zeke froze mid-step, his eyes narrowing as if she’d hit too close to the truth. He turned to her slowly, his face unreadable, but the tension in his body betrayed his inner turmoil.

“Did you…” He hesitated, his voice tight. “Did you see anything unusual? Hear anything?”

Pieck frowned, crossing her arms. “No. You screamed, asked “What is this?” and went pale. That’s why I’m asking you what’s going on.”

Reiner stepped forward, his towering frame looming over Zeke. “We don’t have time for you to keep secrets, Zeke. If something’s wrong, you need to tell us.”

Zeke’s jaw tightened as he weighed his options. Should he tell them? Could he tell them? This wasn’t just about him anymore; this revelation had seismic implications. If Aurora Jaeger was connected to the royal family, it changed everything. It wasn’t just a coincidence that she had appeared in the Paths. It couldn’t be.

“I… need to think,” Zeke finally said, his voice low but steady. He turned away from them, running a hand through his hair as he tried to organize his thoughts. “Give me a moment.”

Pieck’s brow furrowed deeply. “You need to think? Zeke, you screamed like you were dying. What happened to you? Are you sick? Did something happen in your head?”

“Pieck, I said I need a moment!” Zeke snapped, the rare outburst startling both her and Reiner into silence.

Pieck exchanged a wary look with Reiner, who crossed his arms but said nothing. She sighed and leaned against the table, keeping her sharp eyes on Zeke as he turned his back to them.

Zeke’s mind raced as he replayed the vision in the Paths. The little girl—Ymir Fritz, without a doubt—had been standing there. That part wasn’t new to him. But the woman… Aurora. Her platinum blonde hair, her serene yet otherworldly presence—it couldn’t have been a hallucination. She wasn’t a Titan shifter. She shouldn’t have been there.

Unless…

Zeke swallowed hard, his throat dry. The only explanation that made sense was one that filled him with equal parts dread and fascination: Aurora Jaeger must truly be tied to the royal bloodline.

But how? His mother, Dina Fritz had been the last known royal, and she was long dead. His mother had told him once she had a younger cousin who supposedly died that she grew up withm but she never went into detail about her. And besides, the intelligience they from the Tyburs shows that Aurora Jaeger was born to an Eldian slave who worked for the Tyburs and a Marlyean who also worked for the family. Those two were far from any royal connections.

 It didn’t add up, yet the Paths didn’t lie. Ymir Fritz didn’t manifest someone there unless they were significant.

“Zeke!” Reiner’s sharp tone cut through his spiraling thoughts, grounding him back to the present. “Enough. You need to explain what’s going on.”

Zeke sighed heavily and turned back to face them, his expression grim. “I… I saw something,” he admitted, his voice quiet but deliberate.

“What kind of something?” Pieck pressed, her arms still crossed but her posture less rigid.

Zeke hesitated. Should he tell them everything? The weight of the revelation pressed against his chest. He settled on partial truth. “It was in the Paths,” he said. “Something… unexpected happened.”

“The Paths?” Reiner repeated, his eyes narrowing. “You mean the Coordinate?”

Zeke nodded. “It’s more than that. It’s a connection to Ymir Fritz. To the Founding Titan’s power.”

“And what did you see?” Pieck asked, her voice cautious now.

Zeke’s eyes flickered toward them, measuring their reactions. “Aurora Jaeger,” he said finally, his words heavy with implication.

Reiner and Pieck froze, their confusion palpable. “Aurora?” Pieck said, disbelief coloring her tone. “Eren’s wife? How? She’s not a Titan shifter.”

“That’s what I thought too,” Zeke said, pacing again. “But she was there. In the Paths. Standing beside Ymir Fritz.”

Reiner’s brow furrowed deeply, his arms falling to his sides. “That doesn’t make sense. Why would she be there?”

Zeke’s lips pressed into a thin line. “There’s only one explanation I can think of. She might be… connected to the royal bloodline.”

Pieck’s eyes widened slightly, but her skepticism remained. “That’s a pretty big leap, Zeke. Aurora was a slave in Marley. How could she be related to royalty?”

“I don’t know,” Zeke admitted, frustration leaking into his voice. “But it’s the only thing that makes sense. Ymir doesn’t bring just anyone to the Paths. It has to mean something.”

Reiner shook his head, his expression clouded with doubt. “This doesn’t change anything. Royal or not, Aurora’s not going to stop Marley’s plans or help us figure out a way to end this.”

Zeke stopped pacing and looked at them both, his gaze intense. “It changes everything,” he said. “If Aurora has royal blood, it means she has a connection to the Founder’s power.”

Pieck and Reiner exchanged uneasy looks, the gravity of Zeke’s words sinking in.

“So what do we do?” Pieck asked finally, her voice quieter than usual.

Zeke’s expression darkened. “We find out the truth. And we use it to our advantage.”

~

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Hello everyone.

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I started having symptoms of an ear infection that was being treated and it developed into otomycosis. I have to get a special, pricey medication to treat it. Due to the situation and the fact this could cause some serious damage, I'll need to do pretty common check ups in the next couple weeks as well.

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[karinadele]

drabble on pharma x human reader

warnings: its pharma, everything is fucked

just me listing ideas and character traits so i can write...

Actions/Behaviors:

-would keep you on him at all times as if you were a pocket hamster

-600% will drug you

-preserving head and organs after you die

-mnemosurgery to pry into your brain and know everything (perhaps attempt a digital link with him so he's connected 24/7 like a sparkbond)

-physically consuming organs mainly heart/brain

-wants to cut you open while conscious to see your organs (will sew you back up after ofc) (will be sedated for no pain, but will be awake)

-propofol abuse? (maybe fuck you on and off it just to see how you react)

-will attempt to physically massage your heart in an attempt to maintain your heart rate. (and to have control over your life literally)

-would scarification his red cross on your chest (? horny tramp stamp? wow just thinking hurts)

-would withhold medication until you submit and beg (if you're too stubborn, he will slip just enough in without you knowing to keep you going)

oocs??:

-would poison you just to watch you suffer and then antidote you? (idk to make it where reader knows, or reader thinks it was a 3rd party. maybe pharma has gaslighted reader into thinking its external but always have an inkling?)

-would attempt to infuse you with energon/nucleon (if nucleon stops bots from transforming, what would it do to humans?)

-would try to forcibly physically put you in his spark

-would he remove limbs so you're stuck?? (i dont think so... but i do believe he will try to modify you)

-i want to see him use his chainsaw to engrave lines over reader? forming more blocky lines to resemble Cybertronians?

-probably drinks your blood, or at least taste it (maybe keep it in a vial in subspace at all time)

-permanent drug state?

-super ooc, i want to see him repaint/make reader repaint his autobot insignia with their blood

light analysis:

-pet names: dear, darling, occasionally love?? (not sweetspark??)

-ends sentences with "hmm?" / snarky

hmm? ah. tch tch, ah, ah! don't touch that! tongue clicking, lots of italics. (writing in his mind is hard...)

snarky, haughty, controlling, obsessive (to reader), does not want to see you in pain, but will actively cause you to be in it, naturally manipulative, more smirks than grins.

i want to say gaslighting, but will ease on it when he warms up to reader...?

internal personality conflict:

i see him as finding a human annoying, and originally toying, very traumatic shit, then warming up. (insert charm) not accepting that he has feelings, he pushes them into obsession. and acts them out in questionable physical actions.

thoughts:

quotes are ooc, just what i think he would justify his actions;

"no its not love, i just need them with me at all time."

"my spark isnt flaring harder because of love, its because they belong in there"

"they may not live long, but i can preserve them" (leads to infusing energon?)

soft pharma (say no tarn tcog or any incidents, or you pull him out of issues) (shit how did first aid get an evalv from rung but pharma didnt?? bro was sane then!!)

-would be tender, lots of physical affection (still)

-would organ harvest for you

-would tease you and be annoying (instead of internalizing it and coming out obsessive.)

[moreespressoformydepresso]

I really love how Greet The World With Open Arms is a show of how good a friend Polites is… and also how he’s wrong. His ideas sound nice, and they can be good when applied mindfully, but the way Polites goes about things nearly screws the crew over twice.

First, his greeting the world with open arms almost makes the crew eat a Lotus Flower that would make them slowly lose themselves and stay on the island forever. Only Odysseus recognizing them saves everyone from this fate. Then, he asks the Lotus Eaters for directions towards food they can eat, which sends them to the cave of Polyphemus. This moment, the decision to listen to the Lotus Eaters, is what causes the voyage to go wrong and kill everyone except Odysseus in the end.

The problem isn’t being open to the world around you, though. Sometimes, it’s good to relax and just enjoy the world as it is. However, completely ignoring the possibility of danger and trusting everything around you could lead to, say, eating poisonous plants or pissing off the wrong person. If Odysseus had stopped to consider the possibility of danger instead of believing in ‘goodness’ as he puts it in Luck Runs Out, he might’ve investigated the cave better or put someone on lookout. Or they could’ve taken some food for on the ship and dipped. They could’ve decided this isn’t worth it and instead tried their luck someplace else. They could’ve not killed the sheep and taken something else. If Odysseus had at any point been as on edge and suspicious of everything as he’d been at the start of Greet The World With Open Arms, this whole mess could’ve been avoided.

If Odysseus had kept in mind that blind trust could be dangerous like it had been when the Lotus Eaters offered them the fruits, things might’ve been fine and he’d have been spared 17 years of suffering.

Polites was right, Odysseus needed to relax because constantly being on edge is not good for you in the long run. But you also need to remember things can go wrong sometimes. It’s about balance, and Odysseus’s lack of balance is what loses him the trust of his men. He was too trusting with the Lotus Eaters, leading them to the Cyclops and causing the storm which made the crew weary (not helped by him dismissing their concerns with a “get over it and stop questioning me” without further elaboration). Then his total paranoia over the bag likely made them even more suspicious until Eurylochus opened it.

This post is not well structured, but it is a thought. Or something. Uhm. Balance. Please try to find a balance. No extreme will ever end up being productive.

You need a bit of apprehensiveness to avoid getting into sticky situations you could’ve avoided relatively easily, but sometimes you need to show a little trust

[damnfeelings09]

⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒Style - Shadow's version⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒

A.N: this one closes the little story, I'm not really good writting explicit content but I tried my best. Also I'm not sure if you wanted to stay human or mobian so I kinda keept it vague so you could decide.

“Midnight, you come and pick me up, no headlights.”

You got out of the shower, the steam flooding your room, creating a warm and pleasant atmosphere. Carefully, you walked to your bed where your pajamas were already laid out, while the drops of water fell on your shoulders. You loved your days off. You used to spend the whole day at home, making the most of the time with... ah... there he was again, in your thoughts. You still hadn’t decided what you would do about his message. It had been three days, and all you could do was stare at the screen, wondering what would be the most appropriate response. Maybe a “hello” or “what’s up,” or “I love you” or your personal favorite “screw you, idiot, you broke my heart.”

“This is impossible,” you said. “What am I supposed to do now? It's not like I can just... ignore him?” You knew that was the most cowardly option, but you couldn’t face the situation. You didn’t want to face it. The same day you had received the message, you talked to Dylan and let him know that you weren’t really interested in him and that you only saw him as a friend. It had been hard because you really liked him, but you weren’t in love with him. How could you be when your heart only beat for one person? You finished getting dressed, wearing a long blouse as a nightgown, and leaving your hair loose while looking for the hairdryer. You were halfway into your closet when you heard a ring—it was a new notification. Quickly, you picked up your phone, and once again, his name appeared.

Shadow: I’m outside.

Damn it! Why? What did Shadow think he was doing outside your house?

"It’s been a while since I’ve even heard from you," you thought. Carefully, you approached the living room window and peeked through. You could see his car parked right in front of your door. Another notification made you step back from the window. You quickly read the message.

Shadow: Come out.

"I should just tell you to leave 'cause I know exactly where it leads, but I..."

Slowly, you opened the door, finding Shadow leaning against the passenger door. He had his arms crossed, his inhibitory rings glowing in the moonlight, and his eyes… those red eyes, like two rubies, staring at you intensely.

"You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye And I got that red lip classic thing that you like And when we go crashing down, we come back every time 'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style"

With every step you took towards him, your heart beat even faster. If it weren't for your training as a GUN agent, you probably would’ve suffered an arrhythmia and died right then. Shadow kept his gaze fixed on you, analyzing every move you made. With each step you took, he fought the urge to pull you into his arms. He knew it wasn’t a good idea, that you were angry with him, and although he had promised himself not to bother you again, here he was, once more, in front of your door. But this time, he had the courage to call you. When you were close enough, Shadow stood up and opened the passenger door, nodding for you to get in.

"So it goes He can't keep his wild eyes on the road, mm"

Shadow drove in silence, while you couldn’t stop intertwining and releasing your fingers. Saying you were nervous was an understatement; there wasn’t a word in your vocabulary that could describe the avalanche of emotions you were feeling. You tried to control your breathing, not wanting him to notice, even though it was a stupid thought—there was nothing about you that the ultimate lifeform didn’t notice. You glanced at the dashboard clock. It was past midnight, and you had no idea where Shadow was taking you. You directed your gaze to the hedgehog, but when his eyes met yours, you quickly turned your gaze to the door. If it were possible, you would’ve jumped out of the car right then. Shadow slightly increased the speed, making his car roar as it sped down the tree-lined road. His eyes darted between the road and your face, noticing that you were nervous, and something more—the reddish tint on your cheeks gave you away, and he couldn’t wait to kiss every part of you.

You inhaled and, gathering your courage, broke the silence. “I heard, oh, that you've been out and about with some other girl,” you said, looking down. That was what everyone had been talking about—the new girl who had quickly gained Commander Shadow the Hedgehog’s trust. At first, you didn’t want to believe it, but then you saw the pictures, where he was next to her, a smaller hedgehog, with bright yellow eyes and white fur. You wouldn’t admit it, but that night, you had cried in the bathtub.

Shadow looked at you as he slowed down the car. You had left the city miles behind, and now, you were ridding up the hill. Hesitant, he took the steering wheel with his left hand while placing the other one on your leg, gently caressing it. “What you heard is true, but I can’t stop thinking 'bout you and I.” he said.

“I’ve been there too a few times,” you said without thinking. You didn’t expect to give that response, but Shadow always managed to bring out your true personality. Right there, in his car, with his body so close and his caresses on your skin, you could barely think straight. You looked at him. Shadow had always seemed so damn handsome to you, but seeing him under the moonlight was definitely a religious experience. The sound of the engine accompanied every turn he made with the steering wheel, but it was his gaze that truly dominated the moment. His crimson eyes, deep and mysterious, fixed on the road, while his dark quills seemed to blend with the shadowy interior of the car. If it weren't for the reddish tips, you would’ve sworn they had grown out. His hand never left your leg; instead, his thumb made small circles on your soft skin, and you swore that with that little touch, you swore you could reach the heavens.

"You got that long hair, slicked back, white T-shirt And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt (a tight little skirt) And when we go crashing down, we come back every time 'Cause we never go out of style (we never go), we never go out of style"

The ride lasted 15 more minutes until Shadow finally stopped the car at the hill’s lookout. You knew this place; it was where you had your first date, where he first said “I love you,” and where... where you both had spent your first night together. With every memory, the heat increased, and your face felt like it was going to explode.

“I’m sorry,” Shadow murmured, halting the flow of memories that your mind was traveling through. His gaze was fixed on you, his expression had changed. That cold façade he showed the world crumbled before you. “For... everything.” Shadow had never been a fan of apologies. He always tried to find a way to be right, not because he was stubborn or made many mistakes—after all, we were talking about the ultimate lifeform—but he always took responsibility when it came to you. “I know I made you suffer. You have to understand that I... I... wanted to keep you safe, and I only managed to push you away. I didn’t know how. I still don’t... And I know you don’t want me close, I know I’ve made a lot of mistakes, but I can’t... I don’t want to be without you.”

That was all it took, his confession to you was all you needed to hear. The air was charged with electricity, and every part of you was begging for his touch. You both stared at each other for a second, and without thinking any longer, you threw yourself at him. Your lips collided with intensity, as if you couldn’t wait any longer, as if time no longer existed. There, in the warmth of the car, only you two existed. Shadow took a second to react, the surprise on his face was undeniable, but it quickly turned into need as he took you by the waist, pulling you even closer, as if he was trying to fuse your body with his. Hands gripped, mouths opened, and the kiss turned into something wild, impetuous, where nothing else mattered.

"Take me home Just take me home"

You placed your hand on his chest, caressing his soft fur gaining a soft growl from the hedghog, you took a chance and pull yourself away from his hungry lips for a second. “… just take me home…” you said as you caught your breath. Shadow pressed his lips together one more time, then pulled away from you, making the engine roar. He drove quickly, the trees blurring into a smear. Throughout the drive, his hand remained intertwined with yours.

"Oh, you got that James Dean daydream look in your eye And I got that red lip classic thing that you like"

When you arrived to his home, your home, Shadow opened your door and took you in his arms bridal style, carrying you inside. Your clothes quickly abandoned your body, decorating the living room, the hallway, and the bedroom.

"And when we go crashing down (now we go), we come back every time"

He carefully laid you on the bed, admiring the view as he positioned himself above you, as if trying to engrave your image in his memory forever. He approached slowly, leaving a trail of kisses from your collarbone to your lips, saying how much he loved you after each one. A silent promise was born between you both that day—never again would you be apart... never.

"Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style"

[lenoue]

https://www.tumblr.com/lenoue/772194676720779264/wincest-with-sam-finding-out-that-dean-loves-him

bonus points if he finds out while dean is nonconning him (in literally any scenario) ♡ sam’s blind faith & trust in his older brother being shattered with the realisation….the worst thing that can happen to him, and i’m here for it. when he suffers because of dean’s obsession with him >>

you gotta give it to sam cause he'd Try

he'd try to move out of dean's orbit because he knows he doesn't want what dean wants (i dont buy into sam pining for dean actually his "attraction" is far more convoluted than that) and he wants dean to maybe move on once he realises that sam's serious about leaving. he just needs to put his foot down. he just needs to explain. this is for dean's own good (05.22 he wants dean to have normal too)

and dean's listening to him explaining this and he doesn't say anything. sam's talking to dean's back, dean doesn't even turn around. (or maybe he'd even say he understands. yeah sammy you're right, I'll find my own normal) and then sam leaves.

dean gives him a one day headstart.

the next day, dean's knocking on a motel room and sam's not opening cause he knows. he doesn't want to believe it tho. eventually dean ofc knocks the door down, backhands sam so hard he's immediately on the ground and dean's just had enough of this. he grips sam by the hair, pins him down on his stomach and pulls his pants down enough to push into him right there on the mud soaked motel carpet.

and sam's body is shaking, he doesn't know what's happening.

once dean's done, he'll dress sam up again, turn him back, and ask him while he's gripping his jaw "had enough me time? ready to come back home?"

sam's nodding cause he just realised this is it. it'll just be him and dean. cause dean doesn't want normal, he wants sam. and what sam wants? well, when has it ever mattered what sam wants.