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this is a c!quackity ask blog ! !
SEND ASKS!!!! feel free to pester c!quackity thru asksâ general questions, check-ins, dsmp lore refs, tomfoolery and such are fully welcome. yes i HEAVILY encourage spamming the inbox.
happy to answer both anons + characters (dsmp, ocs, multiverse: film, musicals, videogames, etc). if ur a reoccurring anon then grab an emoji!
#quackitychirps indicates ic. #charlieposting indicates that c!slime has stolen c!quackity's phone.
[ c!tommy ask blog: @innit1999 ]
rules: literally fucking none. go ham!!!!!!! i'll delete anything that goes too far. 18+ mentions are also fine so i'll tag accordingly, but it won't ever be the main focus here. have fun go crazy ( admin is 21. keep that in mind thank u )
this blog functions on dialogue instead of written out paragraphs of literature.
IMPORTANT: in order to keep my blog tidy i don't respond to reblog replies. i also don't write any literate rp ( eg; *character sits down and does a thingy* etc etc ). this is an ask blog first and foremost so i focus on dialogue to communicate action / location / etc.
reblog threads tend to get real lengthy and clutter up stuff soâ please send another ask instead of reblogging with a reply :) thank you for understanding!
details about quackity:
+ las nevadas era, mainly. if there's specific asks that require a response from vice pres quackity, i can also adjust to that easy peasy
+ he's an avian hybrid! he NESTS OFTEN (usually within an amethyst geode) and tries to preen his wings. quackity has a history of being mocked for his instincts and avian attributes, much thanks to a certain ex-husband :/
+ this bitch loves a good debate. motherfucker is a lawyer (sorta) so hit him up with a challenge every now and then. give him fun facts. Threaten him. ask whats going on in his life! throw in curveballs
+ my portrayal is pretty much canon aligned so. yk anything goes. las nevadas is important as hell to him!!!!! c!charlie's his confidantâ of course. fond of c!tommy. he also, painfully, misses c!schlatt. yearns for c!karl and c!sapnap yet refuses to speak of them. c!wilbur is a Bitch /pos . come hom.efrom the war you coward
+ on that note, i would prefer to avoid interaction with positive/good depictions of c!schlatt for this blog. no disrespect to those who do prefer that, i just personally want to uphold the importance of how schlatt's abuse informed a Lot of character development for quackity. thank you!
+ i violently swerve between serious interactions and utter hysteria in my replies to asks. its like a fucking lucky dip here đ
+ also. shipping isn't a goal here, so attempts to woo quackity will nawt end in a romance plot or anything. ofc there'll be flirting, especially with canon characters he's had relations with (schlatt, wilbur, eret, karl, sapnap). i hc he's had a fling with technoblade at least once LMAO. also during las nevadas he has fortnightly .....gatherings with foolish. he wouldn't fuck a citizen, but he'd fuck a coworker! morals, what're those again?
all anons welcome!!! ADMIN IS 21.
#ask blog#quackitychirps#askblog#quackity#c!quackity#dsmpblr#dsmp rp#dream smp#mcytblr#mcyt#roleplay#oc roleplay#oc rp#slimecicle#ok to rb#rb encouraged!!!
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THE CHAOTIC CROSSOVER AU-
"We're together in every universe" this "we'll always find eachother" that. What about this is the only universe that we're together in. What about there is no other way this could have worked. What about this is the only place that we have found each other. And goddamn it if we aren't going to make the most of it.
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sometimes I block ppl and for literally no reason????
#âïž!- clove speaks#like martha speaks#Websites let me write little notes as to why Iâve blocked ppl#âMaybe just stop being a hater?â No! Anyways#Reblogged a mutuals addition to a post and I had the op blocked??? Scrolled thru their blog and had literally no reason to block them???#idk guys#then again Iâm also someone who blocks ppl if they annoy me#twst fandom ppl who post incorrect quotes Iâm SO sorry#like half of the x reader blogs despite enjoying x reader content#sometimes I block ppl just for posting ships I donât like Iâm so sorry tr.yj.de accs Iâm sure youâre lovely#I FEEL BAD CENSORING IT I WAS JUST HORRIFIED THE LAST TIME I SPOKE NEGATIVELY OF A SHIP IN MY TAGS AND IT PUT IT IN THE MAIN TAGS ARATATAGS#what else#if I donât like someoneâs hcs too#đđđ#Most if not all proshippers too Iâm sorry#âWhy donât you just block the tags of stuff you donât like?â Iâm too lazy to find that feature on the website
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Me watching the discourse unfolding by the FE Engage leaks on my hill of absolutely zero fucks
#not headcanon or imagine related#fandom stuff#Fire Emblem series#Fire Emblem Engage#Fire Emblem Engage spoilers#look at the end of the day these are fictional characters#and the unused ages for the characters are ultimately that - unused#and don't get me wrong I'm happy that the supports with those (probably) younger than Alear being changed to a platonic relationship-#-than staying as a romantic one (even though they're fictional doesn't mean ya can't feel uncomfortable about it)#but the basic fact that we're acting as if Alear had graphic sex with them in the original context is just silly to me#(and I absolutely would be pissed if that would happen bc what the actual hell)#when the assumption at best is a sort of promise thing#(ie both characters are aware that they're too young to marry so they're gonna wait until then)#is that any better? dunno that's up to you#also I won't be reblogging anything that's potentially a spoiler from Engage either here or on my main blog#until probably the game being out for a month I guess#edit: after having a good look at the datamined spreedsheet I can definitely say I'm glad for the change for Anna's support#but I'm still going to make fun of the fact that treating the original vers. as the worst thing ever is just silly
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Hey, hey , hey
Wanna be your friend but don't know how to approach you! Also what do Tumblr friends do in general? I am kinda new so I don't know much.
-MT
A hey hey hey back to you too
Well I think tumblr friends just chat??? That's what I mainly do with the ones I currently have. Though tbh if we reblog each others posts occasionally then I automatically consider us friends too, we're just silent friends who occasionally nod at each other as we pass. And I consider my anons to be friends too so oh look you're already a friend!
#me pointing at people I've never spoken to before#these are my best friends!!!!#despite being on this hellsite for a few years now I've only really had tumblr friends in the last year#if any of you has visited my main blog then you'll probably see that i kind of just reblog stuff and don't do much else#i only have friends over here#of course there's the 4th type of friend too#the one who i see in my notes and i think I'm following only to one day realise I'm not which leads to a sudden embarrassing realisation#and then me trying to follow them and hoping they won't notice#this happens far too often because i am in fact an idiot#jojosquad
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Happy squeaking*
I'm glad you liked them enough to reblog whoa
Floffis are basically a staple of my art/blogs at this point hehe
Yeahh :DD Floffis are soso creative, I love the entire concept!!
Floffis are such creatures (/pos) I am so glad I found your blog and saw them!
#finally had time to check Tumblr for real#so sorry this took so long to answer#I love the floffis so#so much they are so adorable and creative with their designs#If I find more posts abt the floffis then I will end up reblogging those probably#also glad that I found moshiee's blog in general since their art is so??#their art is so tasty I love looking through their blog#its also just such a fun and interesting style#I would say this in the main text but I'm too scared-#oops rambling in the tags again-#okay going to bed now
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I'm leaving here another piece by this artist (and the sketch!)
 Day 30 - found
#Jack and Lacie#Jack Vessalius#Lacie Baskerville#art#Okay so... I said this in the tags of the reblog on my main blog:#I love this piece. I love its textures and the expressions and gestures. In general I love this artist and their take on this story#They always have such interesting and poetic ideas#My favourite piece of them is not on tumblr iirc though. It's a piece in which Jack and Lacie are embracing#Even the sketch is beautiful but the coloured version is amazing. Lacie is like light and her gestureâ her movementâ evokes air or wind#She is thereâ embracing Jack with the most melancholic expressionâ and yet the light and the movement make her look barely there#Just an instant before vanishing. It makes Jack's expression (as if horried or terrified) even more poignant#To Lacie's flowing movement and light Jack is opposed with a quite stiff pose and he is veiled in shadows#You can see his silhouette and a bit of his face due to the light Lacie is emanating#His hand rests on her head as her own hand once rested on his#The piece is apparently simple and yet every detail is extremely beautiful and symbolic and everything works so well together#It's one of my all time favourite pieces of fan art for anything ever. I think of that piece a lot#Oh I got carried away talking about the wrong piece. A piece that isn't even here haha Really...#I talk too much#But I adore it. And I love this oneâ yes. But I adore that one. I felt like dying for an instant when I first saw it#Oh a close second favourite to that piece by this author is the 'Muddy' Jack piece. I also think about that one a lot#<- And I went to look again for the piece I talked about afterwards. I don't even want to say how long I spent looking for it#For nothingâ because twitter is broken a won't show you tweets if you go back in time for long enough#Thankfully I had saved it somewhere else. So I'm leaving the links to avoid losing them again#I hope the artist/OP doesn't mind me hijacking the post and adding the links. If they see this and do mind itâ please tell me
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Preindustrial travel, and long explanations on why different distances are like that
Update March 1, 2024: Hey there folks, here's yet another update! I reposted Part 2a (the "medieval warhorses" tangent) to my writing blog, and I went down MORE of the horse-knowledge rabbit hole! https://www.tumblr.com/jadevine/741423906984951808/my-post-got-cut-off-so-i-added-the-rest-of-it Update Jan 30, 2024: Hey folks, I've posted the updated version of this post on my blog, so I don't have to keep frantically telling everyone "hey, that's the old version of this post!" https://thebalangay.wordpress.com/2024/01/29/preindustrial-travel-times-part-1/
I should get the posts about army travel times and camp followers reformatted and posted to my blog around the end of the week, so I'll filter through my extremely tangled thread for them.
Part 2 - Preindustrial ARMY travel times: https://www.tumblr.com/jadevine/739342239113871360/now-for-a-key-aspect-that-many-people-often-ask
Part 2a - How realistic warhorses look and act, because the myth of "all knights were mounted on huge clunky draft horses" just refuses to die: https://www.tumblr.com/jadevine/732043691180605440/helpful-things-for-action-writers-to-remember
Part 3 - Additional note about camp followers being regular workers AND sex-workers: https://www.tumblr.com/jadevine/740604203134828544/reblogging-the-time-looped-version-of-my
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I saw a post on my main blog about how hiking groups need to keep pace with their slowest member, but many hikers mistakenly think that the point of hiking is "get from Point A to Point B as fast as possible" instead of "spending time outdoors in nature with friends," and then they complain that a new/less-experienced/sick/disabled hiker is spoiling their time-frame by constantly needing breaks, or huffing and puffing to catch up.
I run into a related question of "how long does it take to travel from Point A to Point B on horseback?" a lot, as a fantasy writer who wants to be SEMI-realistic; in the Western world at least, our post-industrial minds have largely forgotten what it's like to travel, both on our own feet and in groups.
People ask the new writer, "well, who in your cast is traveling? Is getting to Point B an emergency or not? What time of year is it?", and the newbies often get confused as to why they need so much information for "travel times." Maybe new writers see lists of "preindustrial travel times" like a primitive version of Google Maps, where all you need to do is plug in Point A and Point B.
But see, Google Maps DOES account for traveling delays, like different routes, constructions, accidents, and weather; you as the person will also need to figure in whether you're driving a car versus taking a bus/train, and so you'll need to figure out parking time or waiting time for the bus/train to actually GET THERE.
The difference between us and preindustrial travelers is that 1) we can outsource the calculations now, 2) we often travel for FUN instead of necessity.
The general rule of thumb for preindustrial times is that a healthy and prime-aged adult on foot, or a rider/horse pair of fit and prime-aged adults, can usually make 20-30 miles per day, in fair weather and on good terrain.
Why is this so specific? Because not everyone in preindustrial times was fit, not everyone was healthy, not everyone was between the ages of 20-35ish, and not everyone had nice clear skies and good terrain to travel on.
If you are too far below 18 years old or too far past 40, at best you will need either a slower pace or more frequent breaks to cover the same distance, and at worst you'll cut the travel distance in half to 10 or so miles. Too much walking is VERY BAD on too-young/old knees, and teenagers or very short adults may just have short legs even if they're fine with 8-10 hours of actual walking. Young children may get sick of walking and pitch a fit because THEY'RE TIREDDDDDDDDDD, and then you might need to stay put while they cry it out, or an adult may sigh and haul them over their shoulder (and therefore be weighed down by about 50lbs of Angry Child).
Heavy forests, wetlands and rocky hills/mountains are also going to be a much shorter "distance" per day. For forests or wetlands, you have to account for a lot of villagers going "who's gonna cut down acres of trees for one road? NOT ME," or "who's gonna drain acres of swamp for one road? NOT ME." Mountainous regions have their traveling time eaten by going UP, or finding a safer path that goes AROUND, so by the time you're done slogging through drier patches of wetlands or squeezing through trees, a deceptively short 10-15 miles in rough terrain might take you a whole day to walk instead of the usual half-day.
If you are traveling in freezing winters or during a rainstorm (and this inherently means you HAVE NO CHOICE, because nobody in preindustrial times would travel in bad weather if they could help it), you run the high risk of losing your way and then dying of exposure or slipping and breaking your neck, just a few miles out of the town/village.
Traveling in TOO-HOT weather is just as bad, because pushing yourself too hard and getting dehydrated at noon in the tropics will literally kill you. It's called heat-STROKE, not "heat-PARTY."
And now for the upper range of "traveling on horseback!"
Fully mounted groups can usually make 30-40 miles per day between Point A and Point B, but I find there are two unspoken requirements: "Point B must have enough food for all those people and horses," and "the mounted party DOESN'T need to keep pace with foot soldiers, camp followers, or supply wagons."
This means your mounted party would be traveling to 1) a rendezvous point like an ally's camp or a noble's castle, or 2) a town/city with plenty of inns. Maybe they're not literally going 30-40 miles in one trip, but they're scouting the area for 15-20 miles and then returning to their main group. Perhaps they'd be going to an allied village, but even a relatively small group of 10-20 warhorses will need 10-20 pounds of grain EACH and 20-30 pounds of hay EACH. 100-400 pounds of grain and 200-600 pounds of hay for the horses alone means that you need to stash supplies at the village beforehand, or the village needs to be a very large/prosperous one to have a guaranteed large surplus of food.
A dead sprint of 50-60 miles per day is possible for a preindustrial mounted pair, IF YOU REALLY, REALLY HAVE TO. Moreover, that is for ONE day. Many articles agree that 40 miles per day is already a hard ride, so 50-60 miles is REALLY pushing the envelope on horse and rider limits.
NOTE: While modern-day endurance rides routinely go for 50-100 miles in one day, remember that a preindustrial rider will not have the medical/logistical support that a modern endurance rider and their horse does.
If you say "they went fifty miles in a day" in most preindustrial times, the horse and rider's bodies will get wrecked. Either the person, their horse, or both, risk dying of exhaustion or getting disabled from the strain.
Whether you and your horse are fit enough to handle it and "only" have several days of defenselessness from severe pain/fatigue (and thus rely on family/friends to help you out), or you die as a heroic sacrifice, or you aren't QUITE fit enough and become disabled, or you get flat-out saved by magic or another rider who volunteers to go the other half, going past 40 miles in a day is a "Gondor Calls For Aid" level of emergency.
As a writer, I feel this kind of feat should be placed VERY carefully in a story: Either at the beginning to kick the plot off, at the climax to turn the tide, or at the end.
Preindustrial people were people--some treated their horses as tools/vehicles, and didn't care if they were killed or disabled by pushing them to their limits, but others very much cared for their horses. They needed to keep them in working condition for about 15-20 years, and they would not dream of doing this without a VERY good reason.
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UPDATE January 13: Several people have gotten curious and looked at maps, to find out how a lot of cities are indeed spread out at a nice distance of 20-30 miles apart! I love getting people interested in my hyperfixations, lol.
But remember that this is the space between CITIES AND TOWNS. There should never be a 20-mile stretch of empty wilderness between City A and Town B, unless your world explains why folks are able to build a city in the middle of nowhere, or if something has specifically gone wrong to wipe out its supporting villages!
Period pieces often portray a shining city rising from a sea of picturesque empty land, without a single grain field or cow pasture in sight, but that city would starve to death very quickly in preindustrial times.
Why? Because as Bret Devereaux mentions in his âLonely Citiesâ article (https://acoup.blog/2019/07/12/collections-the-lonely-city-part-i-the-ideal-city/), preindustrial cities and towns must have nearby villages (and even smaller towns, if large and prosperous enough!) to grow their food for them.
The settlements around a city will usually be scattered a few miles apart from each other, usually clustered along the roads to the city gates. Those villages and towns at the halfway point between cities (say 10-15 miles) are going to be essential stops for older/sick folks, merchants with cargo, and large groups like nobleâs retinues and army forces.
Preindustrial armies and large noble retinues usually canât make it far past 10-12 miles per day, as denoted in my addition to this post. (https://www.tumblr.com/jadevine/739342239113871360/now-for-a-key-aspect-that-many-people-often-ask )
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đđđđđđđđđ (s.jy)
PAIRING: alpha!jake x omega!reader (f)
SUMMARY: being an omega was already hard, but being an omega with an alpha roommate was worse. especially during your heats. youâd lock yourself in your room, trying to ignore his strong scent and his presence, but jake has had enough of hearing pained wails. heâll help you, even if he wasnât your alpha (yet).
WARNINGS: omegaverse, roommates au, unprotected sex (donât be silly, wrap your willy), breeding kink, doggystyle, dirty talking, riding, cream pie, fingering, pussy eating, knotting (?) , heat and mentions of ruts, pet names (baby, good girl), mentions of pups (this feels strange idk), reader is a virgin, overstimulation, tits sucking (đ), mentions of pregnancy, manhandling, lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.
PUBLISHED: 28th August 2024
WC: 4.2k
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a/n: why do i always end my jake fics with a cliffhanger? itâs a mistery to me as well. i donât really like how it turned out but i sincerely hope yâall do. idk much abt omegaverse and i searched on google most of the information, if it ainât accurate letâs just say itâs caseyverse and call it a day. please REBLOG & COMMENT bcs only likes get me shadowbanned. also, lmk your thoughts on this fic đ«¶đ«¶
You were prepared.
You had your favourite blankets, all your plushies, your phone and your charger.
You had even bought a mini fridge to keep enough food so that you would resist for at least three days.
Your heat was coming, you could feel it in your bones, which was the main reason as to why you were locked in your bedroom.
Taking the pill to stop the heat from coming was a good idea, especially since you didnât have an alpha of your own, but the doctor refused to prescribe them, saying that they would really damage your health.
Because suffering for two to three days straight wasnât.
Your skin was hot, too hot, sweat started gathering on your forehead, and sticking you to the sheets.
You laid on your bed, trying your best to even your breaths and willing your mind not to slip away.
You hated being an omega and going into heat, especially in summer. The weather affected it, making the pain unbearable.
As you thought about it, a sharp pain like a sting hit your lower stomach, you could feel your panties wetting with arousal.
A small yelp left your lips, your hips slowly bucking in the air to soothe the ache between your legs.
It was humiliating, the way your mind succumbed to the primal urge to mating, to being bred.
Suddenly, a soft knock came from the other side of the door and you scrunched your nose.
Jake, with his strong hormones scent, minty but musky at the same time. You normally could live with it, he was good at hiding his scent so as not to bother you and you hid your pheromones well too.
But now, it almost suffocated you and he wasnât even in the room with you âY/N⊠can I come in?â
You scoffed, mood already ruined by your denied pleasure. Itâs not like you didnât have toys, they were in your drawer, but most definitely you werenât to use them while Jake was in the house.
You just needed to keep control of your mind.
âJake, no.â You hissed, even if he already knew the answer âNot for the rest three working days.â
Jake pressed his forehead on the door. He also went into rut, but he would just find a willing omega or a beta to bury himself and then forget about them.
You werenât like him, you didnât want someone you didnât know to be inside you, to have such a power over your body.
âThree days?â He sighed âFuck, your scent is so strong.â
And it was true, during your heat you released more pheromones so as to attract other alphas. Fact was, it also drove your roommate insane.
âI can smell how bad your heat is, it drives me crazy.â Jake murmured, making you shiver.
You could hear his breathless voice, the thick Australian accent rolling off his tongue was such a turn on.
âDonâtââ You groaned when another wave of pain hit your lower stomach, âDonât talk like that.â You pleaded.
"I can't help it." He said, "Your scent is so strong, you smell so goodâŠâ
He took a deep breath, shutting his eyes and clenching his jaw.
âPlease, Jake.â You clung the sheet under you, needing an anchor against your lust âLeave, go outside.â
âI canât.â He was quick to say âYou keep whimpering and I donât want to hear you in pain.â He stated.
âIâm g-grand.â You replied, âI can manage.â
He gripped the door handle, his muscles tensing up. âI want to help you." He said, a hint of desperation in his voice. "I want to take care of you and make you feel good, please, just let me in."
âDonât complicate things,â You breathed out, your hips moving around the bed âWe set boundaries, remember?â
âBoundaries donât expect me to sit back, knowing youâre suffering.â He bit back, voice strained.
âStill,â You commented.
Jake and you had a nice relationship, you werenât just roommates but also friends. You loved to hang out with him and you didnât want him to see you like this. Again, it was too embarrassing, you werenât sure youâd be able to face him afterwards.
He tried to pull the handle but obviously, you had locked the door âY/N, open up.â
You turned around on the bed, your hips humping against the mattress, your face flush on the sheets âNo.â You said, trying to sound convincing.
âI just want to help you, donât overthink it.â Jake sighed, pulling the door knob again. âI said no, Jake. Go away.â
At another groan that escaped your lips, Jake couldnât take it anymore and kicked the door a couple of times until it swung open.
You widened your eyes âWhatââ Before you could talk, he pounced on you, his body holding yours down.
He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent that resembled vanilla and peaches, making his head spin âYou smell so good, baby.â
You breathed out, trying your hardest not to think about his body so close to you, his skin on yours, âJake please, get out.â
He planted hot kisses down your collarbone, his hands roaming over your body. âLet me take care of you, I promise Iâll make you feel good.â
âNo..â You murmured but as his hands yanked off your shorts and panties, you could feel your wetness running down your thighs in the same way your consciousness crumbled.
You wanted it, you wanted Jake to take you, to make you his and calm the burning desire that consumed you.
He cursed under his breath, two fingers gathered your arousal and he put them in his mouth, humming âYou even taste delicious baby, can you be anymore perfect?â
âJake..â You murmured, âMake it better.â Your voice was strained and whiny, making Jakeâs pants tighter.
âSay no more.â He said and without any warning he pushed two fingers deep inside of you.
How they even fit was foreign to you, given that nobody had ever dared to touch you there, but you didnât really care at that moment. It felt good, so good.
You moaned out, gripping the sheets under you, your mind already a puddle of pleasure.
His digits were skilled, brushing and thrusting in every spot that got your eyes rolling.
âSo wet for me baby, mh?â Jake groaned, the squelching sound filling the room, imprinting in his ears.
He raised your shirt with his free hand and started groping your breasts, kneading the soft flesh in his palms.
He towered you, his presence dominant behind you, like a shadow swallowing you whole.
Whimpers left your lips, but this time they were a reaction from pleasure, not pain.
âWhere is it?â He asked, biting his tongue as he desperately searched for something inside you.
When he felt you moan loudly, he smirked âGot it.â And he started thrusting his fingers in and out, reaching that spot again.
You felt as if your body was being burned, you needed him to continue it, to take you to the edge.
And Jake never stopped, even if his wrist hurt and his fingers grew sore. He lived to hear your cries of pleasure, to be the one making you squirm.
âClose?â He asked when he felt your walls clench around his digits and you nodded.
âUgh.â You moaned, your eyes squeezing and with one last thrust of his fingers, you fell apart.
Your body trembled, your legs shook. Jake gently helped you ride out of your high before pulling out his fingers and licking them clean.
âIf only you could taste yourself, baby.â He took your chin in his hand and raised your body so you were kneeling, back flush to his chest âSo sweet, I canât get enough.â
You felt his bulge brush against your back and it was the moment where your mind went completely black.
Lust winning over reason.
You breathed out âJake,â Letting one of your hands wander down his chest until it reached his sweats, feeling his clothed hard-on âPut it inside me.â
Jake cursed, his body trembling âYou want it inside?â He questioned, his breath fanning against the shell of your ear âWant me to fuck you, mh?â
You nodded blissfully, trying to pull his pants down.
Jake chuckled and let you fall on the mattress, quickly working both his shirt and pants off.
You peeked at him over your shoulder and gasped. His cock was huge, so long and thick it made your mouth water.
Any worry that it might not fit in your virgin pussy was clouded by lust, so you said âHurry.â Raising your backside in the air.
âPatience.â He ordered, gently pulling your shorts and panties down your ankles, as well as removing your shirt.
He stroked his hard shaft, already leaking precum, he kneeled closer to you and you held onto the headboard.
Jake gripped your backside, squeezing your hips as he teased your entrance with the head of his cock.
You gasped, the feeling so good âIâm going in now.â He had the decency to warn that time and slowly, pushed inside you.
âNgh.â You moaned, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he put all of his length in you, reaching places you didnât even know existed.
Jake sighed, his head thrown back. Your walls hugged him, âYouâre so tight.â He grunted.
He was going slow so he wouldnât hurt you, but it wasnât enough for you. You needed more, you needed to feel all of him in all of you.
âFaster,â You pleaded, arching your back âFaster, fuck me fast.â
âI donât want to hurt you, baby.â He murmured, his pace still too slow
âYou hurt me if you donât start moving fast.â You groaned, reaching a hand behind you to pull his hips nearer you.
Jake shook his head, amazed âAnything you want.â Like that, he moved faster.
The sound of skin slapping filled the room as well as the squelching ones from your wetness.
âMâgonna fuck you so good,â He said, voice so husky. He took your chin in his grasp and pulled you up, tilting it to the side so he could kiss you.
Finally, he got a taste of your lips, his tongue licking yours, giving delicious strokes.
You moaned in his mouth and he rewarded you with a rather deep thrust that hit your cervix.
He smirked, knowing he had found your sweetest spot, so he kept hitting it repetitively, alternating slow to fast thrusts.
âThatâs it,â He snuck a hand on your neck and gently squeezed âLet me hear how good I make you feel.â
You couldnât almost see straight from the amount of pleasure you were given.
He licked your ear, then pressed wet kisses down your jaw, occasionally sucking.
Your pussy clenched around him, signalling that you were close to your orgasm.
âJake,â You breathed out âJake, mâso close.â
His free hand went to your clit, gently rubbing circles that sent jolts of pleasure through your body.
âUgh!â You moaned, the knot in your stomach snapping, making you cream all over his cock.
Jake gave you slow thrusts, helping you ride out of your orgasms and waiting for you to come down off your high.
Your eyes flickered open as you flopped on the mattress, your body growing tired.
Jake pulled out, making you frown âW-what about you?â You asked quietly.
âIâd love to continue baby, but itâs easier to get pregnant during your heat and I have no condoms.â He explained, pressing a featherlight kiss on your shoulder.
How he wasnât yet a slave of lust, you didnât know.
âBut..â You wanted to argue but your reason was gone, even the lust, replaced by an immense tiredness.
Jake helped you lay down properly, caressing your sweaty forehead âI donât want to take advantage of you, if we keep going I wonât be able to pull away.â
He leaned down to press another kiss on your lips âRest, Iâll clean you up and stay with you, ok?â
You only managed to softly hum as your eyelids grew heavy and his voice grew faint until the world was just black.
âȘ©âȘš.
When you felt the second wave hit, you had half expected to wake up in a pool of sweat and slick.
Definitely, not with Jakeâs nose rubbing your clothed pussy, inhaling your sweet smell.
âJake?â You asked, your voice laced with sleep.
He raised his face and looked up at you, his eyes bloodshot. You couldnât control your pheromones while you slept and they drove Jake insane, making him lust drunk.
âIâm sorry,â He murmured, giving your pussy another smell âReally need to taste you.â
You still felt groggy from your deep slumber when he slipped your panties down and smelled them again.
âChrist,â Jake groaned, slipping them into his sweatpantsâ pocket.
He placed gentle kisses on your thighs and raised your legs, letting them rest on your shoulders.
Jakeâs breath fanned against your pussy, making you let out a whiney exhale. He smirked and licked a long stripe out of your wet folds.
He moaned, really moaned, at the taste of you and you couldnât help but glance down at the man between your legs.
He was drop dead gorgeous, with two deep brown eyes, messy hair and the expression of a starved man ready to dig in for his long awaited meal.
Jake gave you kitten licks again, alternating soft kisses to sucking.
You moaned, throwing your head back. You had always fantasised about how good getting eaten out felt like, but Jake mustâve been the masters of it because lord, if he made you see stars.
Your pussy was dripping with arousal, your juices coating his face, running down his chin.
But he didnât mind, instead, he tried to gather them all on his tongue so as not to miss anything.
He buried his face between your legs, your feet locking behind his neck.
âYou need to keep them open, baby.â He murmured on your clit, âAlright? Can you do that for me?â
You let out a broken hum in response, your mind just filled with unholy thoughts of him. You just barely opened your legs for him.
You needed him to make you cum, over and over again, to teach you everything he knew, in all the positions he liked.
âGood girl,â Jake whispered before downing again, his tongue lapping on your bundle of nerves.
He thrust one finger inside of you, gently curling it to reach your sweet spot, making you a moaning mess.
âUgh..â You yelped, your back arching, âPussy so good.â He said between licks âCould do this all day.â
You groaned and put one hand on his head, fingers grasping his locks âLess talking, more licking.â
Jake loved how desperate you were, so different from your usually collected and shy attitude.
You were clouded by lust and all of that was for him, he was really the luckiest alpha on earth.
Your hips bucked against his tongue, you were so close to your orgasm you could feel the knot in your stomach tighten.
âJake...â You breathed out, and he understood what you meant. He removed his finger from you and put his tongue instead, the sensation so new and wet.
His nose brushed against your clit and he patted your waist, signalling that you could start moving.
Both your hands grabbed his hair, riding his tongue, your hips bucking fast against him.
He moaned, sending vibrations all through your body. You rolled your eyes back, âMâso-so close.â You murmured âMâgonna cum.â
If Jakeâs mouth was free, he wouldâve cooed at how cute you looked, so lost in pleasure you couldnât even speak properly.
With a few more strong bucks, your legs shook around his neck, your orgasm reaching you like a tidal wave.
You pulled his hair so hard it hurt, but Jake didnât mind. No, he actually liked it.
âRide it out,â He murmured âFuck my tongue, baby.â
You slowly calmed down, your legs fell down on Jakeâs sides, your chest heaving slowlier.
You peeled your eyes open, glancing down at Jake.
He had been humping the mattress, as if eating you out was a source of pleasure for him as well.
You could see that the precum leaking from his bulge had stained his sweats, his chest already bare.
âCan I ride you?â You asked such a filthy question so innocently that Jake couldâve cum on spot.
âYou want to ride me, baby?â You nodded shamelessly while he chuckled, patting your leg âGet up.â
You followed his lead, getting up so he could take your position. He leaned his back against your bedâs headboard and held out his hands to you.
You took them in yours as he helped you sit on his lap.
Jakeâs hands settled on your waist while yours on his shoulders, your hips slowly rocking on his.
He groaned, his head thrown back against the headboard. âYou feel so good.â His smirk made you want to do many unspeakable things to him.
Swiftly, he removed your shirt and started touching your warm breasts, teasing your nipples.
He tilted you towards him and latched his mouth on one, kissing and swirling his tongue around your nipple while kneading the other.
You moaned, rewarding him with a rather deep grind, feeling his whole length underneath you.
Suddenly, a thought crossed your blackened mind âBreed me.â
Jake stopped his work on your breasts and looked up at you, his brows furrowing.
Something in his brain was trying to warn him, but he was far too deep to even care âYeah? You want me to breed you?â
He circled your waist with one arm and pulled you up, pulling his sweats and boxers down and kicking them off his ankles.
âI want your pups.â You murmured, your voice frail and quiet but full of desire.
Jake groaned, his cock twitching âFuck, baby.â
âIâll give you my pups,â You pumped his shaft with your hand and held it to your entrance as he slowly lowered you on him âIâll fill you with my pups.â
The thought of your belly all swollen, your body changing to carry his pups wasnât such a bad idea⊠was it?
You wanted everyone to know he was the alpha who took care of you, you wantedâ no, you needed him to mate you.
He moved you up and down, slowly at first, so you could get used to him, but then he snapped his hips up into yours forcefully.
He debated whether to let you ride him or to just take the lead and fuck into you, but his control had crumbled long time ago and all he needed was to breed you.
The desire was consuming the both of you, leaving the room only with moans, grunts, heavy breaths and filthy sounds.
You sincerely hoped your neighbours werenât to hear your late night activities.
You wrapped your arms around Jakeâs neck, burying your face in the crook of his neck. You left kitten kisses and sucked on his skin, making his head spin.
You fit so well in his arms and he fit so well inside of you.
âPussy was made for me,â He grunted, his pace picking up âMh, Were you made for me, baby? Arenât you my omega?â
You nodded, your walls sucking him in, squeezing around him âIâm yours,â You cried out âIâm yours, all of me.â
Jakeâs eyes lit up âYeah?â He chuckled, placing one hand on your lower stomach. He could feel the shadow of his bulge under his palms.
âDo you feel it, baby? Iâm here.â You felt him press down, earning a moan from you.
You looked down to where his hand was and almost came on spot âSoâ Sâdeep.â You threw your head back.
He circled your hips, making your clit brush against his pubic hair.
âYou like it deep?â He asked, his voice low, his accent thicker when he was lost in lust. âYou like it when Iâm so deep you can feel me everywhere?â
You nodded mindlessly, your eyes squeezing as you felt your second orgasm approach âLike it!â You exclaimed âLike it so much, Jake, please.â
Jake groaned in answer and goped your ass, lifting you up so he could fuck into you.
His hips moved fast, his balls smacking on your skin. You grasped his shoulders and bit down on his neck, the pleasure he was giving you was overwhelming all your senses.
âFuck, baby, Iâm so close.â He murmured, his grip on you so tight it left red marks.
âJake, oh lordââ You cried out, feeling your orgasm approach âCum around my cock.â He whispered, his lips so close to your ear it sent shivers in your body.
âMhâ Ah.â You moaned as your euphoria reached you, your legs trembling and body squirming. If it wasnât for Jakeâs iron grip, you wouldâve fallen out of your small bed.
But he didnât care that you needed to calm down, not really, because his hips continued to snap against yours.
His cock was in so deep he hit your cervix with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure all around your body.
Your ears rang from your powerful orgasm, your breath laboured. Overstimulation made your body tremble. But still, you didnât feel complete.
âCum in me.â You managed to whisper in his ear, your arms clinging to him for dear life. âPlease Jakey, I need you to breed me.â
That was all it took. Jakeâs movements altered, his cock twitching inside of you as his balls emptied.
You felt his hot seed filling you up, but soon it was followed by a sharp pain.
âUgh!â You groaned, tears filling your eyes âJ-jakeâŠâ
He cursed under his breath, his orgasm still washing over him. It had never happened that he came so much like that time, liquid spurring inside of you.
âShit baby, Iâm sorry,â He breathed out âI may have knotted you.â
âWhat?!â You widened your eyes, back to your normal self. Your worried and overthinker self.
You tried to move away from him but the sharp pain came back.
âShh, donât move.â Jake instructed âItâll hurt more if I pull out now,â
âIt hurts either way!â You groaned, clinging on him like an anchor.
âI know, Iâm sorry.â He pressed featherlight kisses on your neck âThe first time always hurts, but I swear it gets better.â
âIâm dying here.â You whimpered, but Jakeâs touch was soothing and so were his words and a few minutes later, the pain stopped.
Slowly, he pulled out of you and kissed your temples âYou okay?â
You nodded, now that there was nothing tied up inside of you, you felt refreshed. Happier. You didnât even feel any discomfort caused from the heat.
Jake smiled softly and caressed your cheek, he leaned in to whisper âKnotting helps with your heat pain.â
âBut it hurts like a bitch.â You frowned, watching as he carefully placed you down on the bed and cleaned you up with a tissue.
Jake chuckled, âI told you, it gets better.â
âȘ©âȘš.
And it did, Jake was no liar.
The morning after he was kind enough to drive you to the doctor who gave you a prescription to take birth control. He said it would be better than fully stopping your heat.
He also reassured that the percentage to get pregnant was high after a knot (nagging at Jake for losing control), but as long as you took the pill within twenty-four hours, it would slow or block the process completely.
You hoped for the latter.
Obviously, he highly recommended to always use protections and to avoid knotting⊠but, you used a condom just a couple of times, because your heat wouldnât get better unless Jake fucked you raw and filled you wih his seed.
In fact, he took you in the shower, on the couch and even in the kitchen. Any time was a good time to eat you out and stuff you full.
The only place left âholyâ was his room, but he said itâd be filthy once his rut started. Which, by the way, you agreed to help him through.
Jake even skipped his lectures to stay at home with you and provide you whatever you needed. Not like he attended much on a daily basis.
Everything went smoothly, he was so caring towards you, always looking after you when you passed out from the intense sex, even cooking for you (even if he burnt the pan and you two had to order out) and giving you nice massages until your heat completely stopped.
However, it was around a month later, when you came out of the bathroom with teary eyes and a positive pregnancy test in hand that you and Jake realised you had taken it too far.
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Old man Logan going through the five stages of grief when you tell him you're pregnant, and the kid is his
Five Stages
Old Man!Logan Howlett x Female!Reader Rating: E (Explicit-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT) Warnings: Pregnancy, angst with a happy ending, explicit oral sex (f receiving) and explicit PiV sex, daddy kink Word count: A little over 2.1k Synopsis: As Charles' caretaker and Logan's long term lover, life hasn't been the easiest and a possible pregnancy throws a wrench into things. (Set before the events of Logan) Authorâs note: With all my talk, I cannot believe this is my first fic with old man Logan, he drives me insane - please enjoy and thank you for the request!! P.S. I do not have a taglist! Instead if you would like to be notified when I post new fics follow my side blog @jo-writes-fanfic and turn your post notifications on! Comments and reblogs make my day! Main Masterlist
At first you thought it was the flu. You were nauseous, exhausted, and had constant headaches.Â
Logan brought you some cold medicine, but it wasnât like you could go to the doctor- living in hiding pretty much prevented that.Â
It was Charlesâ odd comments to you about a new mutant that made you decide to take a pregnancy test. At first you brushed off his comments as due to his dementia, but eventually the signs became too hard to ignore.Â
You gave Logan the list of supplies you needed to care for Charles and at the bottom youâd written a pregnancy test.Â
Heâd stuffed the list into his pocket without reading it, pressed a brief kiss to your forehead, and said a gruff goodbye as he walked out the door.Â
It was a two day wait before you saw him again. You puked both mornings he was gone. The food you made for Charles made you sick and you missed Logan something awful. Your emotions were all over the place, but the strongest one was panic.Â
Youâd always wanted a baby one day, but then the world went to shit and it was impossible to live safely as a mutant, and life everyday was a battle for survival as you cared for an aging Charles and Logan tried to scrounge up enough money to get the three of you somewhere safer.Â
This was not the ideal situation for a baby. Though if you were being honest, a part of you was thrilled. If you were pregnant, you wanted this, you wanted to have Loganâs baby- to be his in an irreparable way.Â
You just werenât quite sure how heâd feel about it.Â
You stood before the stove and stirred a pot of soup. You hummed as you made dinner for you and Charles. Logan had texted you that morning that he would be back tonight, so you hoped heâd be back in time for dinner but you didnât count on it.Â
You hummed quietly and the peace of the moment was interrupted by the clanging of the door.Â
Logan shuffled in and you gasped at the blood on his shirt.Â
âSânot mine, princess,â he grunted as he sat down heavily at the chair before the kitchen table.Â
You sighed in relief and took a step towards him but he leveled a glare at you.Â
He had a paper grocery bag, heâd sat it on the floor next to him. He reached inside and tossed a box towards you.Â
It slid across the table and stopped just before it fell off. Right in front of you laid a pregnancy test- it was as if heâd thrown a grenade. The both of you just stared at one another.Â
âYou wanna explain this?â He asked.Â
âIâve been sickâŠâ you whispered.Â
âWhy did I have to find out from a fuckinâ grocery list babygirl?â He asked sharply.Â
You gulped.Â
âI-I could be wrong, maybe itâs just the flu, I donât- I was worried youâd be upset with me and clearly you are so-âÂ
âCâmere,â he grunted.Â
You sighed, knew there was no arguing with him, and took the few steps towards him. As soon as you stood close enough to reach he pulled you onto his lap.Â
âI could never be mad at you,â he said with a sigh as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and buried your face in his neck. He held you tight and ran one hand up and down your back.Â
Your heart slowed its rapid pace.Â
âGo take the test,â he said and you stood, prepared to do as he said. His hand slipped down your arm and held onto your hand.Â
âYou're not gonna give your daddy a kiss?â He said and his eyes twinkled as he teased you.Â
You smiled for the first time in days and leaned down and pressed a kiss to his chapped lips.Â
He smacked your ass gently as you walked out of the kitchen and you swiped the pregnancy test off the table as you left.Â
Several excruciatingly long minutes later you walked back into the kitchen.Â
He looked like heâd cleaned up a bit, at the very least changed his shirt into one that didnât have dried blood all over it.Â
You loved Logan, it didnât matter to you that the metal inside him was slowly poisoning him and it didnât matter that his body was aging and at this point he looked significantly older than you. He was still painfully handsome with his salt and pepper hair and rough beard. He was gruff, but only you knew of the gentleness within. You loved him more than anything, but you knew the stress he was under and worried that this would create even more.Â
You slid the test across the table the same way he had, this time with tears in your eyes.Â
He grabbed it with his large scarred hand and stared and stared and stared at it.Â
He looked up and as his eyes met his, you swore the torrent of emotions within them mirrored the five stages of grief.Â
Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance- you watched him experience the full range within a few moments as he stared at you.Â
This wasnât the ideal situation for either of you to have a baby. But you knew Logan would be a good father, you knew youâd be able to figure it out as a team, you hoped it would be okay.Â
He stood with a grunt and walked towards you. Your heart felt as if it were in your throat and you forgot how to breathe.Â
You looked down at your feet unable to meet his heavy gaze.Â
âLook at me, babygirl,â he murmured. With a gentle hand on your jaw and chin he lifted your head as he stood close enough that your chest brushed his.Â
There were tears in both your eyes.Â
âYou want this?â he asked gently.Â
You nodded, unable to form any words.Â
He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.Â
âDo you?â you finally asked, your voice more timid than youâd ever heard it.Â
He wrapped you in his arms and held you tight.Â
âOf course,â he said and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.Â
You breathed out a shuddering sigh of relief and burrowed your face further into his chest. You sunk into his embrace and let a few tears slip from your eyes.
âAre you panicking as much as I am?â you asked after a few long moments of peace.Â
He chuckled and said, âProbably, but weâll figure it out.âÂ
You took a few more calming breaths. âYeah, itâll be okay.âÂ
He lifted you up and placed you on the kitchen counter behind you. A gentle hand caressed your stomach.Â
âThis isnât the ideal situation to have a baby, but I donât want you to worry, princess. Daddyâs got you. Iâll take care of you,â he said fervently.Â
You curled your fingers into his gray hair and yanked his lips to yours.Â
He huffed a laugh against your lips as he kissed you with the same passion.Â
âSâyour fault,â you murmured against his lips.Â
He pulled back and glared at you, which caused you to giggle.Â
âYou forgot to pick up my birth control last month when you got Charlesâ meds, remember? I went a few days without it,â you said as you pressed a kiss to his jaw, then down to his neck.Â
His hand slid up to your throat, he gently gripped you - only enough to pull your lips from his throat and force you to look him in the eyes once more.Â
âReally, you think thatâs the reason- but who was begginâ for my cock, huh? Who was begginâ for me to come inside?â he said, his voice low in that dominant way that turned your brain fuzzy.Â
âMe,â you breathed out.Â
He smirked and pulled you to him again as he slotted his lips over yours.Â
âYou gonna do some more of that pretty begging?â he asked after several minutes of his lips on yours as he consumed you.Â
You let out a shuddering breath.Â
âPlease, daddy, need you so bad,â you breathed out.Â
He groaned and his knees cracked as he kneeled on the hard tile before you. Your breathing quickened as he spread your legs and slowly pushed his rough palms up your sensitive thighs. He pushed your dress up, up, up, until he could see your panties.Â
You whimpered at the sight of him kneeling before you.Â
âGonna give you everything you need, princess. Youâre giving your old man more than he ever couldâve dreamed,â he praised.Â
Your breaths came quick and heavy and wiggled yourself closer to him. He chuckled at your eagerness and began to press gentle kisses to the inside of your thigh.Â
His nose ran up and pressed against your needy pussy. He took in a deep breath and groaned at the smell of your arousal.Â
âGonna be my pretty little mama, huh? You gonna have my baby- be mine forever?â he practically growled as he yanked off your soaked panties.Â
âY-yes, yes, oh god, oh yes Lo,â you whimpered as his warm wet tongue licked you from your desperate hole to your clit.Â
You gripped his silver hair as you clenched your thighs around his head. You squirmed where you sat on the kitchen counter, desperate for more of him.Â
His expert tongue circled and flicked you at the center of your pleasure.Â
Your spine began to tingle, your entire body filled with warmth, and your thighs trembled. You moaned wantonly as his lips surrounded your clit and he sucked.Â
âFuck, daddy, so good!,â you exclaimed.Â
Just as you felt like the wave of pleasure you rode was about to crescendo, he pulled back. You gasped in dismay and almost came at the sight of him disheveled with your slick coating his beard.Â
âLogan,â you whined and reached for him as he stood.Â
He grabbed your hand and pressed a kiss to your palm.Â
âPatience, babygirl, need you to come on my cock,â he growled as he began to unbuckle his belt. You whimpered as you saw the evidence of his affection for you.Â
Slowly, all too slowly, he unbuttoned his pants, pulled down the zipper, and finally pulled out his huge cock.Â
He batted your hand away and yanked you to the very edge of the counter. As his lips crashed against yours he lined his cock up and with no preamble thrust himself inside you.Â
You gasped at the taste of yourself on his tongue and the sudden feeling of fullness.Â
Your head fell back and almost hit the cabinet behind you if it werenât for his quick reflexes as he slid his hand and cradled the back of your head.Â
He huffed a laugh and kissed you deeper as he tangled his tongue with yours. You wrapped your thighs around his waist and linked your ankles in an attempt to pull him deeper inside you, to somehow feel closer to him.Â
All of the clothes still remaining on both your bodies frustrated you, but you were too desperate for him to pull away and rid either of you of any clothing. He pulled your chest tighter to yours with a hand on your back as he ground himself deeper inside you.Â
There were no words to say, to define the feeling of connection and closeness, as he continued to thrust inside you and your breaths mingled as his forehead rested against yours.Â
He noticed the shift in your breathing and slipped a hand between the two of you and pressed his thumb against your clit.Â
With a kiss to your forehead he murmured, âCâmon, give it to me princess, youâre fuckinâ perfect- I love you so much.âÂ
You whimpered and tears filled your eyes as you clenched down on his thick cock and came.Â
From the stuttering of his hips you could tell he was close too, and you pressed your lips to his and murmured, âI love you, Logan, please come inside me, fill me up, please.âÂ
He groaned your name into your mouth as he thrust once more, deep inside you and came. You felt perfectly, exquisitely full and there was no better feeling in the world. Â
You rested your head against his chest as you both came down from such intense heights.Â
His hand rubbed up and down your back.Â
âWeâre having a baby, Lo,â you mumbled.Â
His hand again rested against your lower stomach.Â
âYeah, we are,â he said and there was a lightness in his voice you hadnât heard in a long time.Â
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summary: All throughout her formative years, Y/N has always harbored a bit of a crush on her best friendâs brother, Yunho. Having not seen him for years, she doesnât expect those feelings to come back when she joins the Jeongâs on a family trip to a cabin in the Alps for the holiday. When she meets Yunho and his girlfriend, sheâs hopeful that she can finally move on.
genres/themes/au: angst (if you squint really hard), fluff, smut; holiday travel, holiday, best friendâs brother; non idol au, holiday au, best friendâs brother au, friends to lovers au
warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, alcohol consumption, thoughts of infidelity (no actual cheating), physical injury, sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut!
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a/n: here I am with the kick off to this holiday collab! I had a fun time writing this and really enjoyed how it turned out. She's kind of lengthy but are we really surprised? That's pretty on point for me lmao Thank you so much for reading and if you like this please consider reblogging! Also make sure to check out the others as they come out! As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.
smut warnings: lots of heavy petting, unprotected sex (wrap it up), fingering (f receiving), size kink, praise kink, use of pet names (baby, angel, kitten, etc), choking kink (f receiving), daddy kink, dirty talk, soft dom!Yunho, sub!Reader, Yunho is smitten, like head over heels for MC and she is too. Theyâre just obsessed with each other. If I missed anything please let me know!
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For most people, the one constant in their lives is their best friend and for you, it was no different. Meeting Yumi on the playground in elementary school would bring with it not only a friendship that would last but it would also bring with it your first love.
Yumi was the middle of three children. She had a younger brother, Gunho, who always annoyed her whenever you came over, wanting to join in on whatever the two of you were doing. Typical kid brother stuff she told you. Gunho wasnât as insufferable as Yumi made him out to be and he was nice enough so you werenât really that bothered by his presence.
Yumi also had an older brother, Yunho. He was in middle school the first time you met him, though you and Yumi werenât that far behind him. Yunho was polite and friendly towards you while simultaneously teasing and taunting Yumi, something she said was also typical brother behavior.
You first realized you had a crush on Yunho when you started middle school and saw him in the hallways between classes. You could feel it whenever he smiled or laughed at something his friends said, or the way he went out of his way to make sure you made it home safe before walking Yumi home.
Your crush on him blossomed and grew even into high school. Even when it became clear that he didnât see you that way, you still hoped in the back of your mind that Yunho might notice you or that he felt the same way but then he graduated and was off to college.
You hoped that with him gone, you might finally be able to move on and for a bit, you did.
Until he came back from college for winter break.Â
Seeing Yunho even more grown up stirred up all the old feelings you thought youâd buried, and you were reduced to a bumbling mess when you walked in on him, shirtless, in the kitchen in the middle of the night when you were looking to get a bottle of water.
As quickly as he came back, Yunho was gone again, off to college. When you graduated, you and Yumi chose to attend the same college, one Yunho didnât go to. Another year and another winter break, Yunho returned once again bringing with him a girlfriend this time.
Seeing Yunho with someone who wasnât you gave you the final push you needed to move on.
Or so you thought.
When Yumi asked you a week ago to join her family on a trip to the Swiss Alps as your family decided to spend the winter in the heat of Australia, it didnât dawn on you that a family trip meant Yunho would be there too. You were mad at the way your body betrayed your years of repression, heart skipping a beat upon seeing him now, years later.
Heâd matured into a very handsome man, taller than you remembered with broad shoulders. His hair had finally returned to its natural color after he experimented in college with bleach and bright colors. You fondly remembered the time he came home during break with bright blue hair and nearly gave his mother a heart attack. While you thought he looked good in any color, youâd always had a soft spot for his natural hair.
As you approached the group, you saw Yunho wasnât alone.
Heâd brought a new girlfriend who you learned was named Seomi.
You smiled politely when you greeted the pair and had you been paying attention at all, you would have noticed the way Yunhoâs eyes lingered a little longer on you as you turned to greet your best friendâs parents. It had been some time since youâd seen the brothers and even Gunho had grown up and was starting to look a lot like Yunho, tall but not as tall as the giant of the family.
The flight to Zurich was a long one and thankfully, you had one layover in Istanbul which was an experience in itself but after a few hours, you were back on a plane bound for Switzerland. The first flight, you sat between Yumi and Gunho but the second flight had you seated next to Yunho by the window while Seomi had the aisle seat.
To say it was awkward was the understatement of the century. You spent most of that leg of the flight trying to sleep or listening to music downloaded to your phone. Whatever you could do to avoid speaking to or looking at Yunho.
Arriving in Zurich made you feel like you were part of a traveling circus; Yumi lost her luggage, Gunho left his carry-on in the overhead compartment and had to go back for it, Seomi misplaced her passport but found it in Yunhoâs bag. It felt like you and your best friendâs parents were the only ones who had it together.
From Zurich, you were to take a bus to the village of Siebnen. The bus ride was mostly quiet, the sun coming up as you drove through the empty streets and slowly made your way out of the city. The village was at the base of the Alps and youâd never seen such tall mountains before.
The sight of the perpetually snow capped mountains looming over the city as the bus headed closer and closer to the next stop had you more and more excited for the trip. You were practically bouncing in your seat next to Yumi who was taken aback by your sudden enthusiasm.
Once you reached the village, your travel group disembarked from the bus and made your way to a car rental place to pick up a van to take up the mountain roads. You were in the very back with Yumi and Gunho with Yunho and Seomi in the middle seats.
The ride up the mountain was just as exciting for you as the bus ride had been and you couldnât stop yourself from staring out the window, taking in the grandeur of it all. The rolling farmland was interspersed with forests as the road wound up the side of the mountain, climbing higher and higher as the road got steeper.
As you passed a small farm, you were whisper-shouting to your best friend about the cute sheep when the van turned onto a road that led into a vast forest. The forest grew more and more dense as you climbed even higher still. There were remnants of snow from the most recent winter storm and before you could ask how much longer, the van turned onto a dirt road, driving a little slower.
You twisted in your seat, trying to catch a glimpse of the lodge where you were to be staying. Yumiâs family had rented a massive lodge for ten days and youâd only learned during the layover that Yumiâs extended family would be there as well.Â
It dawned on you that this would be your first time meeting her cousins, aunts, and uncles.
As the van rolled to a stop, you were far beyond the reaches of your normal excitement as Yunho and Seomi first climbed out, followed by Gunho, Yumi, and finally you were the last to be let out, stumbling as your foot caught on one of the seatbelts. Yunho managed to catch you before you went down.
âWhoa,â he said, chuckling. âSomeone is excited.â
âSorry,â you mumbled, making him chuckle again. âDonât apologize for almost falling,â he replied. âJust be careful,â he added with a wink. You thanked him again and awkwardly scurried away to join the others at the back of the van to collect your luggage.
The lodge was mostly empty, save for a few family members. You followed Yumi to the room you would be sharing for the next ten days which happened to be next to the room Yunho and Seomi were sharing. On the other side of their room was the room where one of Yumiâs aunt and uncle were staying.
Once you had dropped off your luggage, Yumi dragged you down to the main living area to meet the rest of her family. Her aunt and uncle were on her maternal side and they had three kids as well.Â
The eldest was a girl with waist length hair named Haneul. Yumi had told you she was in college. The middle child was a boy named Jun-seo who was in high school, wore glasses and carried his Nintendo switch everywhere. The youngest was in his last year of elementary school and his name was Ju-won.
You greeted them politely but the moment Yunho introduced Seomi, all attention was on her and you were able to breathe easily. You hated attention more than anything and now that the attention was on someone else, you felt a lot better. At least until dinner.
Attention was divided with some focusing on Seomi and wanting to know every little detail about her and Yunhoâs relationship while a few were more interested in Yumiâs best friend from childhood. You answered all the questions thrown at you despite feeling like a blinding spotlight was on you.
The next day brought with it more snow and more family.
This time from Yumiâs fatherâs side. His sister and her husband and their two kids. Twin boys named Kang-min and Jang-min. You learned they were around your age and while being nearly identical, they had vastly different views, opinions, and interests. Kang-min was more the quiet type. He loved sports and academics and was a model student in college. After graduation, he found work as a nutritionist.
Jang-min on the other hand was much louder, more boisterous, and loved a good party. He landed a job as a journalist, writing for an advice column. His interests were more in the home. He loved to cook and bake, and you learned when he had a little too much wine, he got overly friendly.
You found him to be very funny and found his shameless flirting harmless.
Everyone else thought it was kind of funny, too. Well, almost everyone.
Yunho made his distaste of Jang-minâs actions known pretty quickly when he noticed Jang-minâs hand lingering on your knee a little too long. He didnât even hide it, instead calling his cousin out in front of the whole family.
âIs it really appropriate for you to be touching her like that?â he asked his cousin as the latter leaned against you, his hand perched on your knee as he laughed at a joke you made. The laughter subsided almost instantly and Jang-min looked at his cousin with wide eyes.
âWhat?â he asked. Yunho glared at the younger man. âJust keep your hands to yourself,â he retorted. âSheâs not your family. You canât just touch people like that.â You felt your heart sink, not for yourself but for Jang-min who recoiled, crossing his arms over his chest immediately.
âYunho,â his mother chastised. âJang-min didnât do anything wrong,â she continued. âAnd Y/N didnât say anything about it bothering her,â Yumi added, turning to look at you. âWas it bothering you or making you uncomfortable?â she asked softly. You shook your head. âNo,â you replied.
âJang-minâs just a touchy person. I get like that sometimes when I drink,â you added.
Yunho said nothing, instead excused himself and got up from the circle, heading upstairs, Seomi on his heels.
That wasnât the first time Yunho had told off one of his cousins for getting too close to you. He did the same thing a couple days later. The parents had all gone to bed as had the young ones leaving you, Yumi, Yunho, Seomi, the twins, Haneul, and Gunho sitting around the fire pit outside on the patio.
Instead of wine, Yumi and Haneul had gotten into the liquor stash and made drinks while the others had opted to drink beer. After Jang-min had gotten another scolding from Yunho for his behavior, the younger man had picked a spot furthest from where you sat, putting you between Gunho and Yumi. You were nursing your drink when Haneul spoke up.
âWhy donât we play a game,â Haneul said, looking around the circle. You glanced at Yumi who nodded. âWhat did you have in mind?â she asked excitedly. âI swear if you say Truth or Dare, Iâm out of here,â Yunho grumbled, Seomi flashing him a smile.
âTruth or Dare is so juvenile,â she added with a nod. You looked away from them to Haneul who seemed to be deep in thought. âWhat about Paranoia?â you offered, regretting it the moment seven pairs of eyes landed on you. âWhatâs that?â Kang-min asked, leaning forward to see you better around his twin.
âItâs a party game,â Jang-min answered quickly. âYou sit in a circle and one person whispers a question into another personâs ear and then that person has to answer the question out loud for everyone to hear. It has to be a question about someone in the group like âwho do you think gives the best hugsâ or something similar. And then if you want to find out the answer, you have to drink and then ask. If the person doesnât want to tell you the question, they also have to drink,â he explained.
âSounds complicated,â Kang-min murmured. You wracked your brain for another game. âOh!â Yumi said quickly. âWhat about Ring of Fire?â You let out a laugh. You knew all too well what Ring of Fire was as you had both played it a lot back in college. âIf we want to play that, weâre gonna need to go inside,â you reminded her. âWe have to sit at the table.â
Yunho glanced up at you and then to his sister. âIâm down,â he replied, looking at Seomi. âYou want to go in? It is kinda getting cold out here.â Seomi nodded. âYeah,â she answered. âLetâs go in.â
Once the fire had been dealt with, the group moved inside, sitting around the table while you and Yumi worked to set up the game. You found a pack of cards in one of the end tables in the living room while Yumi hunted for a large cup. Once you had your supplies, you started setting up.
âHas anyone played this before?â Yumi asked as she set the cup in the center. You noticed everyone shaking their heads as you cut the deck and set the cards in piles face down around the cup in the center. âEveryone is going to need full drinks,â you explained.
There was a brief pause as everyone grabbed refills. Once they were all sitting back down, you and Yumi took turns explaining the rules of the game.
âIf you draw an Ace, thatâs âwaterfall.â Going around the circle clockwise,â Yumi explained, drawing a circle in the air with her finger. âEach player starts drinking their drink consecutively and you have to keep going until the player before you stops.â
âIf you draw a two of any suit, thatâs the âyouâ card. You point at someone else to take a drink. Likewise, if you draw the three of any suit, thatâs the âmeâ card and you have to take a drink,â you continued. Yumi nodded and continued the explanation. âIf someone draws a four, thatâs the âgirlsâ card and all girls have to take a drink.â
âThatâs kind of sexist,â Haneul complained but Seomi waved her off. âItâs just a game,â she replied. âFive is the âthumb master.â Whoever draws this card has to discreetly put their thumb up which everyone has to copy. The last person with their thumb up has to take a drink,â Yumi continued.
âHow many rules are there?â Kang-min asked. âAs many types of cards there are,â Yumi said with a shrug. âSix is the âboysâ card and all boys have to take a drink. Seven is the âheavenâ card, which is similar to thumb master only you have to point up to the sky. Last one to do it has to drink,â you continued.
âWhatâs eight?â Seomi asked. âEight is âmate,ââ Yumi answered. âWhatâs that?â Seomi asked, tilting her head to the side like a curious puppy. âYou pick someone to be your âmate,ââ you answered. âIf you have to drink, so do they for the rest of the game.â
You didnât miss the way Seomi flashed Yunho a mischievous grin.
âNine is the ârhymeâ card: if you draw this card, you have to pick a word and then we go around the table and everyone has to come up with a word that rhymes with that word. Ten is the âcategoryâ card. You pick a category and everyone has to name something in that category, anyone who canât come up with something for either nine or ten has to drink,â you added.
âOkay, so what is Jack?â Yunho asked, looking up at you. âMake a rule,â Yumi answered. âYou get to make up a rule or forfeit that has to be obeyed throughout the game. Itâs sort of a power card,â she explained. âAnd Queen?â Yunho asked again, his eyes still on you. âQuestion Master,â Yumi answered quickly. âYou have to ask the others questions and they have to answer with a question. Whoever doesnât answer with a question has to drink.â
Yunho nodded, eyes still on you. âAnd what about King?â he asked. âFill up the cup,â you answered, nodding at the cup in the middle. âPour some of your drink into the glass and whoever draws the fourth king has to chug the entire contents.â
Yunhoâs lips twitched into a smirk. âOkay,â he said, sitting up and looking down at the cards in front of him.
âLetâs play.â
The first round was a mess, trying to re-explain the rules of the game each time a card was drawn that you resorted to writing the rules down for each person who asked for clarification. The second round was a lot better. You drew a six and laughed, pointing at Jang-min who playfully glared at you as he took a drink.
When it got to Yunho, he pulled the 8 of diamonds. Seomi glanced up at him, expecting him to pick her but was surprised when Yunho instead picked you. âNow you have to drink every time Yunho does,â Yumi said as Seomi picked up a card. She drew a two of Hearts and immediately pointed at you.
You raised your glass and took a drink without complaint. Yumi had mixed something together and it tasted amazing. It was so good you werenât sure if there was even any alcohol in it. âYour turn Kang-min!â Seomi said, positively beaming as she smiled at him.
Kang-min drew the first King of the night, grimacing as he reached over to pour some of his beer into the glass. âUgh, this is gonna be so gross,â Gunho said when he pulled a king from a different pile and poured some of his drink into the cup.
Haneul drew a ten of Clubs and pondered for a moment before calling out her category. âChristmas movies!â she said excitedly, turning to look at Yumi. âElf,â Yumi answered, turning to you. âJingle All the Way,â you said softly. Gunho said Miracle on 34th Street and it continued back around to you.
âDie Hard,â you blurted out. Seomi pointed at you. âDrink! Thatâs not a Christmas movie!â she said excitedly. âYes it is,â you replied. Seomi shook her head. âNo itâs not! Itâs an action movie,â she argued. âThat takes place during Christmas,â you added. âItâs a Christmas movie.â
Seomi turned to Yunho for help but he merely shrugged. âSheâs got a point,â he said with a chuckle. âItâs also listed as a Christmas movie on Hulu,â Jang-min offered. âItâs your turn Gunho,â Yunho said, looking at his younger brother. âHome Alone,â he said without hesitation. âNightmare Before Christmas,â Yunho said, turning to Seomi who hesitated.
She took too long because Yumi, Jang-min and Haneul all pointed at her. âDrink!â they said in unison. Seomi begrudgingly took a drink and glared at Yumi who shrugged. âThemâs the rules,â she said, unphased. âItâs just a game, babe,â Yunho said softly, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.
The next couple rounds had Gunho pulling thumb master, Yunho drawing the Me card which you had to drink with him. Yumi drew the third king and poured half of what remained in her cup into the center cup. You held your breath as you drew a card and sighed with relief at the little nine looking back at you.
âNine,â you announced, flashing the card. You pondered for a moment, trying to come up with a good word to make everyone rhyme with. âDime,â you said, looking at Gunho who stared at you. âLike, the currency?â he asked, making sure he heard you right. You nodded. âLime,â he continued, turning to Yunho. âCrime,â he stated, turning to Seomi. âGrime,â she said, looking you directly in the eye.
âChime,â Jang-min chirped, turning to his twin. âIâm,â he said, looking proud of himself. âMime,â Haneul said excitedly, turning to Yumi. âPrime!â Yumi shouted, apologizing when several shushed her. âClimb,â you said, turning to Gunho. âRhyme,â he said smugly. Yunho chuckled and shook his head. âSublime,â he continued. âTime,â Seomi said quickly.
It continued back around to you. âThyme,â you said softly. âThe herb,â you added. âLyme,â Gunho said. âLike the disease,â he clarified, making you and Yumi burst into laughter. Yunho fought the urge to laugh as he stammered out âslime.â It fell to Seomi again who froze. âOh shit,â she cursed softly, lifting her glass to take a drink. âWe kind of exhausted all the options,â Jang-min said with a laugh.
Gunho pulled the eight of clubs and pointed at Yunho. âDoesnât that mean whenever I drink, Yunho and Y/N have to drink?â he asked, looking past you at Yumi. âLike a chain reaction or something?â Yumi nodded. âIt does!â she answered. âSorry Y/N,â she added with a smirk.
When it came around to you again, you luckily pulled the eight of Hearts and smirked at your best friend. âAlright, mate,â you said with an evil grin. Yumi groaned loudly. âI knew youâd do that,â she grumbled as Gunho pulled the three of Diamonds. âAlright drinking buddies, letâs go,â he said, taking a drink. Yunho followed, as did you, then Yumi.
Yunho pulled the four of Spades and laughed maniacally. âYou have to drink twice, Yumi,â he said, sticking his tongue out at his sister. She glared at him but did as he said. Seomi pulled her card and stared at it for a solid six seconds before Yunho glanced at it and gasped.
âShe pulled the last king,â he said softly. âOh⊠looks like you gotta chug the drink in the middle!â Jang-min said excitedly while Kang-min looked on with mild curiosity and disgust. Seomi took a deep breath but as she reached for the cup, Yunho took it instead. âIâll drink it for her,â he said, lifting the glass. âSheâs got a weak stomach. I donât want you getting sick,â he added in a soft tone, looking at her.
Yunho downed the contents quickly, grimacing as he set the glass down. âAlright,â he said, coughing. âIs that game?â he asked, looking around. You glanced at Yumi who looked back and shrugged. âWe could keep going,â she suggested. âUntil all the cards are gone.â
You shook your head. âLetâs just call it there,â you suggested. âThe Kingâs cup is gone,â you added. âWe could always shuffle the king cards back in,â Jang-min suggested but you shook your head. âItâs okay,â you said as Seomi started to get up. âLetâs call it a night. We have plans tomorrow anyway,â Yumi said.
The group split up, heading to their respective rooms to get ready for bed.
The next morning, Yumi woke you up early so you could shower before the trip into the nearby town. According to her, it was a small picturesque town, already decorated for the holidays. You both dressed in silence, heading down to the dining room for breakfast.
Yunho was already sitting at the table, Seomi sitting next to him with her arms crossed over her chest, a slight pout on her face. âMorning,â Yumi said as she took a seat, leaving an open seat next to Yunho. Rather than taking it, you sat on the other side of your best friend.
It didnât take long for the rest of the family to join you, Haneul sitting beside you while Gunho took the seat between his sister and brother. Breakfast went by in mostly silence as everyone was still waking up and eating. After eating, you followed Yumi back up to the room to finish getting ready for the day.
Once everyone was ready, you all piled into the vans outside and headed for the village. The drive down didnât take that long and soon, you were looking out the windows, catching glimpses of the architecture, roofs blanketed in snow, and holiday decorations everywhere.
You were in the very back again, this time with Yunho and Seomi while Gunho and Yumi sat in the middle seats. Yunho sat in the middle, you on his left, and Seomi to his right. You opted to stare out the window the whole time as to not stare at Yunho or make eye contact.
Last night, the way he stared at you while you explained the rules of the game stirred something inside you and you didnât really want to revisit whatever it was that was coming back to life inside. Not to mention the way your heart jumped into your throat every time his thigh brushed against yours on the bumpy mountain road.
Once you were in town, vans parked, You scrambled out with the others and gathered around so the older adults could explain the rules. You were allowed to go off on your own and explore but everyone was to meet up for lunch at a specific location. Once this was explained, you were free to go off on your own. You took off with Yumi, Haneul tagging along so she didnât have to go with her brothers or with the twins and Gunho. Yunho and Seomi obviously went off on their own and you were able to breathe easily.
Yumi ended up dragging you and Haneul to a little boutique that caught her eye and although there was nothing you were interested in, it was still fun to watch Yumi and Haneul shop and try things on. After the boutique, you wanted to step into a shop full of crystals and glass to check it out. There was even a demonstration of glass blowing near the back that you couldnât seem to pull yourself from.
Eventually Yumi and Haneul dragged you away and the next shop you stumbled into was a jewelry shop. You were looking at the necklaces with Haneul when you heard her gasp slightly. You looked up and followed her line of sight, spotting what she saw.
Yunho and Seomi.
The latter was looking at rings and you felt your heart stop, bile in your stomach rising as you tasted something sour in the back of your throat. You looked away, not wanting to witness whatever was going on over there as Haneul waved frantically at Yumi, drawing her over so she could point.
Yumi stared in awe before grabbing both you and Haneul and dragged you out of the shop onto the sidewalk to peer through the window. âIs Yunho going to propose?â Haneul asked softly as she stared into the shop. Yumi shook her head. âI have no idea. I donât even know how long theyâve been dating,â she answered. âIt canât have been long because Iâve never heard about her before.â
You tore your gaze from the couple inside the shop, your eyes landing on a bookstore nearby. âHey,â you said softly, tapping your best friend on the shoulder. âIsnât the twinsâ birthday coming up soon?â you asked. Yumi turned to look at you. âYeah. Which reminds me, I need to get them gifts.â
You pointed at the bookstore. âKang-min likes books, right?â you asked. Yumi nodded. âYeah, mainly manga but he also likes horror books,â she answered. âLetâs go in there. Let Yunho and Seomi have their privacy,â you suggested. The other two thankfully listened and the three of you headed across the busy street to the bookstore.
After the bookstore, the three of you stopped by a small courtyard with all kinds of statues. Yumi wanted to take some pictures and you obliged as the three of you squeezed together to fit in the cameraâs view. As the day wore on, your stomach started to rumble and Haneul complained of being hungry. Checking her watch, Yumi saw that it was almost 1 pm and looked at her phone.
âWe should probably head for the restaurant,â she said softly. The three of you headed back, walking down the busy sidewalk, chatting. It was mostly Haneul and Yumi chatting as you couldnât get the image of Yunho and Seomi in the jewelry shop out of your head.
You thought you were past this. The fluttering of your heart when he was around was one thing, but getting so jealous it made you nauseous was another thing entirely. Youâd never once felt that way before. It made you wonder what was wrong with you. Yunho wasnât yours and he never would be but you still couldnât let go of these feelings.
âY/N?â you heard Yumiâs voice pull you from your thoughts. âYou alright?â she asked. The two of them had stopped and were looking at you with concern. âIâm okay,â you murmured. âJust feeling a little nauseous,â you added. âYou want to go back to the lodge?â Yumi asked. You shook your head.
âIâm sure itâll go away when I eat.â
You didnât want to ruin the trip because of your unbridled jealousy so for the sake of your best friend, youâd swallow it and suck it up. Youâd have to at some point.
The restaurant was a cozy place with a lot of nordic patterns. The three of you were shown to a backroom where the rest of the family was already gathered. The only three seats left were between Yunho and Jang-min. Before you could ask Haneul to switch you, she sat down next to her cousin while Yumi took the seat next to her.
âFuck.â
You moved and sat between your best friend and her brother, trying not to look at him.
Immediately, you picked up your menu and looked over the options. âWhatâre you gonna get?â you heard a voice ask. Looking up, you met Yunhoâs gaze. âIâm not sure yet,â you replied softly, turning your gaze back to the menu. âMaybe the chicken.â
âChicken is always a good choice,â Yunho murmured with a nod as he looked over his own menu. I might get that too,â he added. You said nothing, instead looking at the menu as if you hadnât decided yet. You were just trying to avoid conversation or eye contact with the man next to you.
When the server arrived, you took turns ordering your food and drinks. Once the menus were taken away, everyone fell into comfortable conversation. Everyone except you.
âSo Y/N,â a voice said, snapping you from your thoughts.
You looked up to see half the tableâs eyes were on you. The speaker was Haneul, Jun-seo, and Juwons mother. âHow long have you known Yumi?â she asked. You turned to your best friend before looking back. âSince we were in elementary school,â you answered. âWeâve been friends for years.â
âWhat do you do for work?â
You sat there, answering mundane questions about your life, letting the family get to know you a little more. Most of the questions were tame, consisting of inquiries about your work, your life growing up, your friendship with Yumi. Until someone brought up a question that made you want to sink into the floor.
âAnd you arenât seeing anyone?â
You thought you felt Yunho tense up beside you but it had to have been your imagination. You shook your head. âSheâs been on a few dates here and there since college,â Yumi offered, trying to take the attention off you. âBut she hasnât met the right person yet.â
You were thankful when the conversation shifted to talk about Yumiâs love life, or lack thereof. You had settled back down in your seat and were patiently waiting for your food to arrive so you had an excuse to not answer anymore questions.
âAre you okay?â you heard Yunho ask softly. Looking up, you met his gaze and nodded wordlessly, looking away from him. âIâm fine,â you lied with a forced smile. Whether or not Yunho bought your act you wouldnât know because before he could respond, the server returned with a few others, bringing your plates out.
The arrival of the food meant most of the party was eating rather than talking. It was a nice reprieve and you hoped soon that you could return to the lodge and call it a day. Seomi and Yunho were speaking in hushed tones before Yunho shook his head and Seomi got up, excusing herself to go to the bathroom. Yunho excused himself and got up to follow.
You exchanged glances with Yumi who shrugged and went back to her food, you following her lead not long after. Yunho returned moments later and sat back down, looking mildly annoyed at something. You took it upon yourself to check on him this time.
âEverything alright?â you asked softly, making sure not to draw any attention. Yunho gave you a smile and shook his head. âDonât worry about it,â he said just as softly. âItâs nothing,â he added. You chose not to push it and resumed picking at your food, most of your appetite having left soon after your food arrived.
âYou want to get it to go?â Yumi asked as the server eventually returned with the check and to go boxes. You nodded and thanked her as she handed you a box. You said nothing as you scooped your mostly uneaten chicken pasta into the box and closed the lid, setting the plate aside and waiting for the group to start making its way to the exit.
Seomi finally returned and declined to take her leftovers, leaving her meal mostly uneaten at the table.
Once the bill was settled, you followed the group out the door, Yumi at your side and slowly made your way back to the parking lot where the vans were sitting. The ride back out of town and to the lodge was quiet and you chose to sit in the middle seat with Yumi while Yunho, Seomi, and Gunho sat in the back.
Upon arriving back at the lodge, you followed Yumi inside, putting your food in the fridge and headed upstairs to shed your layers and put on some more comfortable clothes. Once you were done, you joined the group downstairs as they sat near the fireplace while Mr. Jeong got a fire going.
You watched the younger boys play before Mrs. Jeong and Haneulâs mother called out that the hot chocolate was ready. Yumi offered to get you a mug but you declined before telling your best friend you had to use the bathroom. On your way to the room, you passed Yunho and Seomiâs room and heard them arguing in hushed tones. You werenât sure what was being said but you didnât stick around, walking to the bathroom and shutting the door quickly.
After finishing your business, you opened the door and bumped into Seomi who glared at you. âWatch where youâre going,â she snapped. Before she could push past you into the bathroom you stopped her. âThen donât stand in the middle of the door when I open it like some sort of creep,â you snapped back and walked past her, passing Yunho who stared at you as you walked by.
You didnât see the way he looked after you as you reached the top of the stairs before you headed back down, nor did you see the way he glared at Seomi. Back downstairs, you took up your previous spot beside Yumi. âEverything okay?â Yumi murmured as you grabbed the blanket on her lap and pulled some of it over you while nodding.
Soon, the parents were rounding everyone up to play charades. You were put on a team with Yumi, Yunho, Seomi, Gunho, and Mr. and Mrs. Jeong. You werenât entirely in the game and after the first round, you excused yourself, getting up and heading upstairs with the excuse that you had a headache.
Only a few minutes later, Yumi joined you, asking once again if you were okay. You lied and said you were and that you just wanted to rest and get some shut eye because of your headache. She offered to get you some water and aspirin which you thanked her for.
Once you took the medicine and drank some of the water, you settled down in your bed and closed your eyes, drowning out the sound of excited yelling downstairs.
At some point, you passed out and when you awoke, your phone told you it was nearly midnight. You heard Yumi groan as she rolled over. âReally? This is a family vacation,â you heard her grumble in the dark. It was then you were made aware of the squeaking sounds and slight knocking that you assumed was from a bedframe hitting the wall and you felt your stomach churn.
It sounded like it was coming from the next room over which was⊠Yunho and Seomiâs room.
âGross,â Yumi grumbled. You pulled back the covers and got up slowly. Yumi turned over and looked at you from the moonlight filtering between the curtains. âWhere are you going?â she asked suspiciously. âWater,â you croaked, grabbing your empty glass and got up, pushing open the door and shutting it behind you out of respect.
In the hall the sounds were a little louder and you hurried down to the first floor, trying not to imagine what exactly was happening in the room next to yours only to freeze upon seeing Yunho standing in the kitchen, light from the fridge illuminating his figure. He turned and noticed you standing in the darkness.
âHey,â he said softly. You forced yourself to move, walking around him to the sink. âI thought you wereâŠâ you trailed off as he grabbed the milk out of the fridge and moved to pour some over his cereal sitting on the counter. He put the carton back and shut the door before moving to turn on the light over the sink. âThought I was what?â he asked, grabbing a spoon and sitting at the counter.
You shook your head and moved to get some ice from the fridge. âI heard noises,â you admitted. Yunho snorted and you turned to face him. âThatâs coming from my aunt and uncleâs room,â he admitted. It woke me up and so I thought Iâd come down here and have some cereal,â he added.
âHoped they might be done by the time I finish and head back.â
You nodded and turned away to get some water. Silence fell over the two of you as you sipped on your water and Yunho ate his cereal. Finally he spoke, breaking the tension. âYouâve really grown up,â he muttered and you looked up to find him staring down at his bowl.
âI almost didnât recognize you,â he added with a chuckle. âI was going to say your boyfriend is a lucky guy until it was revealed earlier that you donât have one,â he continued. You said nothing instead holding your glass firmly as he continued to eat his cereal.
The only sounds that could be heard were the heater working to keep the house warm, the crunch of Yunhoâs cereal and the slight squeaking and knocking coming from upstairs. âYou really donât have a boyfriend?â he asked finally, looking up. You shook your head.
âNo,â you replied.
More silence followed your admission. You fought the urge to add that no man ever compared to him but you knew that would be crossing a line and you could never come back from that. Better to just let it go and move on. Let him propose to Seomi in peace and move on with his life and be happy.
He deserved that.
âWhat about a girlfriend?â he asked, throwing you completely off guard. He looked up to meet your gaze. You stared back at him in stunned silence. âGirlfriend? Did he think you wereâŠ?â You shook your head. âN-no,â you replied. Yunho shrugged. âI wouldnât judge you if you did,â he added.
You shook your head more firmly. âNo,â you replied. âItâs not like that,â you continued. âIâm just not interested in anyone right now.â
âAnyone who isnât you.â
âOh.â Yunho said, getting up from his seat. Heâd finished his cereal and the sounds upstairs had finally subsided. How long had you been standing there in silence? How much time had passed since you came downstairs?
Yunho stopped in front of you, reaching around to place his bowl in the sink. âSo thereâs really no one?â he asked softly. You shook your head, looking up at him. He smiled softly. âGood,â he said firmly, making you tilt your head slightly.
âBoys suck,â he added and you couldnât help but laugh at this. It was a sound Yunho hadnât heard in a long time. A sound that he didnât realize he missed dearly. How much of a fool heâd been for trying to stay away from you these last few years.
âWe saw you today,â you blurted out suddenly, taking both yourself and Yunho by surprise.
âSaw me?â he asked. âWhere?â
Youâd already blurted it out, you might as well be honest.
âIn a jewelry shop,â you answered. âYumi wanted to look at something in there and we saw you and Seomi. She was looking at ringsâŠâ your voice trailed off. Yunho stared at you, unable to read your expression. âI was looking for a gift for my mother for Christmas,â he admitted.
You suddenly felt very small and stupid for saying anything. âOf course,â you answered. âSorry for assuming,â you said softly before downing your water and turning away. Yunho grabbed your arm gently. âSeomi assumed as much, too,â he admitted. âShe thought we were there for that as well.â
You looked down at his hand gently but firmly holding your arm. âThatâs why she was looking at rings but I told her I wasnât planning on proposing any time soon and that I was there to buy a gift for my mother, and thatâs when she got upset. Thatâs why she was so distant at lunch,â he added.
You nodded silently. He didnât need to tell you any of this. Why was he telling you this? Yunho let go of your arm. âSorry,â he apologized suddenly. âI donât know why Iâm telling you this,â he added. âMaybe itâs because Iâve always felt comfortable with you.â
You glanced up at him, finding him already staring down at you, the dim light over the sink casting him in a low glow. âIâve always found it easy to talk to you,â he added, stepping closer and closing the distance between you, trapping you against the counter.
âIâve always felt like I could tell you anything and you wouldnât judge me,â he explained softly, resting his hands against the edge of the counter on either side of your waist. âLike I could be myself and youâd accept me.â Your heart was hammering in your chest, blood pounding in your ears and almost drowning out his words.
Your breath caught in your throat as he leaned closer, his lips inches from yours.
A door opening upstairs broke the silence and Yunho took a step back immediately. âI should probably get back to bed,â he said as he turned away from you. âWe have a busy day tomorrow,â he added. You watched as he turned to glance back at you before turning away and heading for the stairs, leaving you in the kitchen clutching your water glass as you stared after him.
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The following morning was the ski trip and you were dreading going to begin with. You werenât the best with athletic activities, especially in the snow but Yumi had begged and begged the night before while you lay in your beds until you finally caved.
Now as you were in the back of the van with Yumi and Haneul, you were regretting your decision and would have rather stayed at the lodge and done nothing. The ride to the ski lodge wasnât far thankfully for those that wanted to go skiing but unfortunately for you.
You chose to try skiing with Yumi, Haneul, Yumiâs mother, and Haneulâs mother. Kang-min chose to ski instead of snowboarding with his brother and the others. As you strapped in, you glanced up to where Yunho was helping Seomi into her snowboard boots, making sure they fit.
You were finishing strapping your ski boots on when Yumi sat next to you. âAre you sure you wanna do this?â she asked, a little louder than you would have liked. Yunho and Kang-min both looked up. âYou begged me to do this,â you hissed back. Yumi nodded thoughtfully. âAnd Iâve thought about it but I remembered you arenât the most coordinated on snow or ice.â
You glared at her, cheeks burning. âItâs fine,â you hissed. âYou begged me to come and now weâre here. Iâm not backing down now and ruining the mood.â
You got up and walked over to the instructor to get your skis. You werenât sure why all of the sudden Yumi was asking if you wanted to do this when she was begging you the night before.
Once everyone had the correct gear and was ready, you headed outside and over to the lift that would take you to the top of the slopes. There was an orange partition between the two sides. One side was where the skiers were, to the right the more advanced skiers were flying down the hill whereas to the left, closest to the orange fencing, was where the beginners were.
On the snowboarding side it was almost the same set up but mirrored. You rode the lift up with Yumi and Haneul, holding onto your ski poles nervously as the lift climbed higher and higher. Behind you sat Yunho and Seomi with Gunho and in front of you was the twins and Haneulâs mother.Â
Your best friendâs mother chose to stay at the lodge for the time being.
Once at the top, you scooted off the lift and awkwardly shambled over to the side to wait for the instructor. Kang-min skied over and stopped beside you. âYou okay?â he asked softly. You nodded, staring at the slope. âJust take it little by little,â he offered.
âYou will fall,â he added. âBut it doesnât hurt. The snow is really soft.â You watched as he patted the snow with his ski. âVery powdery. Good skiing conditions.â You smiled at him as the instructor finally arrived. You watched as he explained the basics and let Yumi and Kang-min go first.
âGo slowly,â the instructor said as you moved to the edge of the summit. âTake your time.â You finally took the plunge, pushing yourself over the edge and started sliding down the slope to the first stop. The instructor joined you, commending your form but telling you to uncross your skis.
You tried again, heading down to the next part, cursing as your skis crossed again.
This continued until you reached the bottom.
âYouâre doing really well,â the instructor said. âBut you keep crossing your skis,â he added with a chuckle. âItâs so weird to try and hold them straight,â you admitted. He nodded as he started towards the lift. âYou wanna go again?â he asked.
You werenât looking at him. Instead you were watching Jang-min slide down the slope next to the one youâd just skied down on his snowboard. âCould I switch?â you asked, turning your head. âMaybe snowboarding might be better for me.â The instructor nodded and beckoned you to follow him back to the lodge and inside where you removed your skis and boots. He brought over a pair of snow boots to check the fit before helping you lace them up and make sure they were snug.
Afterwards, he grabbed the snowboard and handed it to you. âYou can put it on at the top,â he said before grabbing his own board, having also switched the skis out. The ride up was silent as you looked around. Yunho and Seomi were at the top, off to the side chatting. When you reached the top, you hopped off the lift and walked over to Jang-min who smiled at you.
âChanged your mind, eh?â he asked as you set the board down and stepped on, watching the instructor make sure your boots were secure. âI couldnât keep my skis straight,â you admitted with a grimace. âYou joined us?â Yunho asked, scooting up to the other side. You nodded as Seomi also joined. âAlright, you three go ahead. Iâm sure she doesnât want you watching her as she goes down,â the instructor said, waving them on.
You watched as they took turns. Jang-min went first and you could see heâd done this plenty of times before. Seomi went next, looking every bit as graceful as Yumi did on skis. Yunho went next, stopping at the peak to look back at you. He gave you a salute. âSee you at the bottom!â
You watched as he went next and you were in awe. You had no idea Yunho was so skilled at snowboarding, pulling tricks youâd only ever seen on TV. You were suddenly very aware that it was your turn next. The instructor had you go first and you half expected to lose your balance and tumble but you were surprised how much easier this was than skiing.
It didnât take you long to get the hang of it and soon you were zooming past the instructor as he laughed. âYouâre a natural at this!â Jang-min complimented as you joined him at the base of the slope. He held up his hand for a high five and you reciprocated as the instructor checked his watch. âI have a class soon,â he announced, looking up at you. âWill you be alright on your own now?â he asked.
âYeah, sheâs got us,â Jang-min said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.Â
âWeâll keep an eye on her!â
And just like that, you were no longer in need of an instructor. You spent most of the time with Jang-min who was content to join you on the beginner slopes while Yunho and Seomi continued down the intermediate side. Kang-min eventually swapped his skis for a snowboard as well and joined the two of you, taking turns between you and Jang-min
Half the morning had gone by and you were really getting the hang of snowboarding. Yunho called break time and the group headed into the lodge for lunch, shedding your gear by the door. You ordered half a sandwich and a cup of soup, sitting next to Jang-min and Yumi as you excitedly told your success story to your best friend. âMaybe Iâll switch too,â she said with a smile.
âYouâve never even stepped foot on a snowboard,â Gunho said with a snort. Yumi glowered at him. âNeither had Y/N before today,â she snapped back. You nodded. âThereâs no way I believe that,â Yunho said suddenly from the other side of the twins. âYouâre a natural at this.â
Your cheeks grew warm at his compliments and you busied yourself with your soup. âShe really is,â Kang-min chimed in, looking at you with a smile. âSkiing didnât seem to be your strong suit but snowboarding definitely is.â
Heat spread from your cheeks to your ears at the sudden increase of praise thrown your way. Although you typically hated attention, you had to admit that it felt nice to be praised like this from time to time.
After eating, you sat by one of the fires, warming up while letting your food settle.
âI think Kang-min likes you,â Yumi said softly as she sat next to you. Glancing up at your best friend you knitted your brows together. âWhat?â you asked incredulously. She smirked at you, settling back in the seat beside you. âKang-min. Heâs been all over you today,â she said softly. âDonât tell me you havenât noticed.â You shook your head slowly.
âNot really,â you admitted. You glanced over where Kang-min sat with his twin, playing a card game with Gunho and Yunho. You looked away quickly and turned back to your friend. âIâm sure he doesnât,â you replied finally. Yumi shook her head. âHeâs totally into you,â she whispered as Haneul walked over and sat on the ottoman in front of your chair.
âWhoâs into who?â she whispered, looking between the two of you. Shaking your head, you tried to play it off but Yumi jumped at the chance to get a second opinion. âKang-min,â she said flatly under her breath. âIâm pretty sure heâs into Y/N.â Haneulâs brows rose and she looked at you quickly.
âHe is?â she asked, more to you than to your best friend. You shook your head. âI think Yumi is imagining things,â you replied. Your best friend groaned softly and turned to face you. âYou want me to go ask him?â she asked and you slapped her leg. âNo,â you hissed. âI donât want you to ask your cousin if heâs into me. Thatâs so weird!â you hissed.
Yumi shrugged and looked at Haneul. âI donât think itâs that weird but okay,â she replied.
After warming up for a bit, the group decided to head back out again. You pulled your gear back on, slipping into your feet into your boots. As you were lacing them up, Yunho knelt down by your feet. âMake this a little tighter,â he murmured, undoing your work and redoing the laces. âYou want it to be completely tight and snug. Otherwise you could twist your ankle, get blisters, or even break your ankleâ he explained.
âTh-thanks,â you murmured as he looked up at you with a smile. âNo problem,â he said, getting up and heading outside. You stood up, following him with Jang-min and Kang-min behind you. You decided to ride up with the twins while Yumi and Haneul rode up behind you with Haneulâs mother.
At the top, you waited for Jang-min to go first before following him. You wanted to ease back into it so you went a little slower. Kang-min flew past you laughing as he made a beeline for his brother, making you chuckle as you finally reached the bottom.Â
You headed back up, this time letting both Kang-min and Jang-min go first before you started down the hill with Yunho waiting at the top. You decided to go down the big slope like before and were gaining momentum when your eyes caught sight of something sticking out of the snow. Before you could evade, your board struck whatever it was and you went tumbling down with a yelp.
âY/N!â you heard Kang-min yell. Your ankle was throbbing as you tried to roll over. âY/N!â said a panicked voice. âAre you hurt?â You groaned in pain as they grabbed your arm and pulled you up into a sitting position. âMy ankle,â you groaned, the pain shooting up your leg from your ankle.
You felt someone fumbling with your helmet before pulling it off. You looked up, squinting in the bright light at Yunho as he set your helmet aside and looked you over. âYou didnât hit your head did you?â he asked. You shook your head. His hands moved down to unclasp your boots from the snowboard.
âWhere does it hurt?â he asked as Seomi came to a stop nearby. âIs she alright?â she asked. Yunho waved her to go on. âI got this, babe!â he called as he looked up at you. âWhich ankle hurts?â You pointed to your right foot. Yunho was quick, calling for Kang-min and Jang-min to get your gear on their second pass down before unlatching his own snowboard.
âIâm gonna carry you down to the lodge,â he announced. âCome on.â
He knelt down, back facing you so you could climb on. You were hesitant but in the end, you leaned against his back, allowing him to pick you up and carry you on his back down the mountain. You heard Yumi call your name from the base of the ski slope and looked over.
âWhat happened?â she called as she made her way over. âShe took a tumble,â Yunho called back. âIâm taking her inside.â Your cheeks burned as Yunho carried you into the lodge. You were carried inside and taken to the side where Yunho gently set you down and guided you to sit on one of the stools against the side wall. You did as he instructed, watching as he unlaced and carefully pulled your boot off.
Yumi had removed her gear and was moving to sit beside you as Yunho pulled your sock off. âDonât you think a medic should look at her?â Kang-min asked, peering over his cousinâs shoulder at your ankle. âWhat do you think I went to school for?â Yunho huffed as he carefully rolled your ankle.
Seomi was standing nearby, arms crossed over her chest. She didnât look happy.
âWithout x-rays,â Yunho started as you winced. âI canât say for certain but it seems to be sprained,â he said softly. He rolled your ankle in the opposite direction and you let out a whimper. âSorry,â he said softly. âBut itâs definitely sprained at the very least.
You watched as he pressed against the joint gingerly. âI donât feel any popping,â he murmured. âCan you move it yourself?â he asked, smiling slightly when you were able to roll your ankle yourself. âItâs definitely not broken,â he finally said. âWeâre gonna need to stabilize it,â he added.Â
Jang-min hurried off to find an employee and ask for the first-aid kit. They returned and Yunho looked through it. âThereâs nothing in here to stabilize it,â he murmured as he sifted through the contents. âDoes it need to be stabilized?â Yumi asked as her brother looked around. He nodded.
âIt really should be so she doesnât hurt it any further,â he answered. âWill this work?â you heard Yumiâs mother ask and looked up as she pulled out a wooden stick from her purse. âItâs a back scratcher,â she explained. Yunho smiled up at his mother. âThis is perfect,â he said. âThanks, mom.â
You watched as Yunho worked, using the scratcher to stabilize your ankle, wrapping the joint with as much gauze as he could before taping it off and covering the whole thing with your sock. âShe should probably go back to the lodge,â he added as he cleaned up his mess. âI can take her back,â he offered, looking up at Yumi who shook her head. âIâll do it,â she replied.
âYou should stay,â you interjected. âI donât want you to miss out because of me,â you replied softly. Yumi waved her hand. âNonsense,â she replied. âI donât care. Youâre my best friend. Iâd be a horrible friend if I stayed while you went back to the lodge alone. Besides, Iâm done skiing anyway,â she added.
Yumi turned to her mother who offered to drive back anyone who was done for the day. Haneul agreed to finish for the day as did her mother. The twins, Gunho, Seomi, and Yunho agreed to stay and Yunho would drive back when they were done.
Yunho helped you out to the van and to get in with Yumiâs help. âDonât put any pressure on it until I can properly wrap it. Make sure to ice it for twenty minutes. Then put heat on it for twenty. Back and forth with the temperatures,â he instructed before closing the door and backing up to watch the van reverse.
You watched him until the van turned and he disappeared from your view. âAre you feeling okay?â Yumiâs voice asked softly from beside you. You turned to look at her and nodded. âYeah,â you admitted. âIt doesnât hurt that much now.â
The ride back was silent as you stared out the window of the van, watching the scenery change and pass by. It felt like no time at all had passed when you were pulling up to the lodge. Yumi and Haneul very carefully helped you out of the van, helping you up the steps into the lodge and Yumi made sure you got upstairs to your shared room. Yumi took a shower first, cleaning off before coming out.
âThe others are back so you might want to take your shower now before they do and all the hot water is gone,â she announced. You got up and limped over to the door with your toiletry bag, towels, and clean clothes. As you limped towards the bathroom door, the bedroom to Yunho and Seomiâs room opened and Seomi exited, glaring at you as she exited and walked down the hall with an annoyed huff, entering the bathroom and slamming the door.
You let out a sigh and started to turn back to the bedroom when Yunho appeared. âOh, Seomi just went in there,â he said, noticing your toiletry bag and towels. You nodded. âI know,â you replied. âShe rushed past me to get there,â you admitted. Yunho frowned at your words. âIâm sorry,â he said softly. âYou can go before me,â he offered. âThanks,â you murmured and started to make your way back.
âHowâs your ankle?â he asked, looking down. âSâokay,â you shrugged. âThe gauze seems to be coming loose.â Yunho nodded silently, looking back up. âAfter your shower, Iâll wrap it again. We stopped on the way back to get some stuff from a pharmacy,â he explained. âThanks,â you mumbled and limped back to your shared room with Yumi who frowned as you entered the room.
âI thought you were going to shower,â she said as you hobbled over to your bed and collapsed onto it. âSeomi beat me to it,â you muttered, rolling onto your side, facing the wall. âThat bitch,â you heard your best friend grumble and rolled back to look at her. âI thought you liked her,â you said.
Yumi shrugged. âI did but when I saw the way she glared at you when Yunho was carrying you into the lodge, it just rubbed me the wrong way. And when I was walking back here, I could hear them arguing. It wasnât very loud but I could still hear it,â she explained.
âThen you were in the hall, holding your bathroom stuff and she just walks in there cause sheâs not slowed down by an injury. That makes her a bitch.â You snorted and rolled back to face the wall, closing your eyes. Maybe you would just wait until everyone else had gone so you wouldnât be in the way.
You werenât sure how much time passed before Yumi was gently shaking you awake. âSeomi is done in the shower,â she said softly. âAnd I think theyâre fighting again so hurry up and get to the bathroom before someone else does.â
You scrambled to get up and hurried out of the room as fast as your ankle would let you, passing the door to Yunho and Seomiâs room which was ajar and like Yumi had said, you could hear them bickering back and forth. Seomi definitely sounded angry but Yunho was surprisingly calm.
You dared not stay and eavesdrop and instead hobbled down to the bathroom. You closed the door behind you and turned the lock before moving to start the shower and undress, unwrapping your ankle and setting the gauze and backscratcher aside before stepping into the scalding water with a sigh.
You went about your business, washing off the events of the day and allowing the hot water to soothe any aches and tense muscles in your body. After you were finished washing and you had rinsed the last of the conditioner from your hair, you stepped out of the shower, wrapped yourself in a towel and started to dry off.
You sat on the toilet, lid down, so you could dry off without putting unnecessary pressure on your swollen ankle. Once your body was dry, you pulled on your clean clothes, snatching up the dirty ones and carefully started to hobble back to your room.
Once inside, you tossed your dirty clothes in the hamper in the room and sat on the bed, starting to dry your hair with the extra towel. Yumi had disappeared, no doubt downstairs. You wondered if you should make the journey downstairs for dinner but one look at your ankle told you that was a bad idea.
Your thoughts were interrupted by a soft knocking at the door. You turned as the door cracked open and Yunho peered in. âIs it okay to come in?â he asked and you nodded, watching as he pushed the door open further and came in, holding in his hand an ankle brace.
âI got this at the pharmacy,â he said as he moved to kneel in front of you. âYou already got your socks on, good,â he noted as he carefully took your foot and inspected it. âDoes it still hurt?â he asked, looking up at you. Shaking your head you looked down at his hands.
âJust when you put weight on it?â he asked. You nodded wordlessly. âGood,â he noted with a nod. âMeans itâs not as severe as I initially thought.â You said nothing as he put the brace around your ankle, making sure to strap it tightly. âThere,â he said softly. âYou should have no problems walking,â he added as he looked up at you. âBut just be careful. You should rest before dinner,â he continued.
You nodded silently as he got up and moved towards the door. âAnd sorry again about Seomi,â he added quietly. âSometimes sheâs⊠a little tough,â he said, hesitating for a moment. âGet some rest,â he repeated. âSee you at dinner.â
You watched as he exited, pulling the door shut behind him.
You were left alone for only a moment when the door opened and Yumi entered, Haneul and Kang-min on her heels. âAre you okay?â Kang-min asked, sitting beside you on your bed. You nodded. âIâm fine,â you replied. âItâs just a little sore at this point.â
The four of you froze as you heard a slam next door followed by muffled shouting. Haneul moved to close the door, drowning out some of the noise. âI donât think theyâre gonna last,â Haneul murmured, moving to sit on Yumiâs bed. âAnd good riddance if they donât,â Yumi muttered, drawing Haneul and Kang-minâs attention.
âI thought you liked her,â Haneul whispered, looking shocked. âI did until she cut Y/N in line for the shower,â Yumi grumbled. âSheâs also weirdly overly possessive of Yunho. She got mad at Y/N because Yunho was carrying her after she got hurt,â Yumi explained. âLike, what did she want her to do? Itâs not like Y/N could walk.â Their words fell to the back of your mind as you zoned out.
You were feeling tired from the events of the day and yawned. âAre you tired?â Haneul asked, noticing. âDo you want to nap?â Kang-min added. You nodded. âYeah, sorry guys. Iâm just really worn out.â Kang-min immediately got up as did Haneul and Yumi. âWeâll go talk outside. You get some rest. Iâll wake you up when dinner is ready,â she said softly as the other opened the door and exited.
You thanked Yumi and laid back down as she shut the light off and closed the door with a soft click. Not long after, you were out like the light.
Yunho closed the door and started for the stairs. He was getting sick of this. He was tired of the fighting and the arguments. And over what? Seomi wouldnât even tell him why she was upset, only that she was and that it was his fault. How could he apologize for something if he didnât even know what he did?
At first, he gave in and apologized the other night after the drinking game just to keep the peace but this time around, he wasnât going to apologize until she told him why he was apologizing. He reached the bottom of the stairs and noticed Yumi, Haneul, the twins, and Gunho sitting outside around the firepit.
He walked over, pulling open the door and stepped out. Whatever conversation they were having died the moment he stepped outside. âI think Iâm gonna help mom with dinner,â Haneul muttered, getting up and walking past Yunho and back inside. The twins exchanged looks and got up. âI think dad said something about needing help with firewood,â Kang-min said to Jang-min who nodded.
They disappeared inside the house and Yunho was left with his siblings sitting quietly as they avoided eye contact with him. Yunho looked between them before moving to sit down. He glanced back at the door first before speaking. âAlright,â he started.
âWhatâs going on?â he asked. âWhy are they avoiding me?â
Yumi glanced at Gunho who looked back at her and shrugged. Yumi narrowed her eyes at her younger brother before sighing. âItâs because of your girlfriend,â she replied. âBecause of Seomi?â Yunho asked. âWhat? Why?â Yumi sighed again, looking towards Gunho for help but the younger merely shrugged again. âYouâre no help,â she snapped.
âSeomi is kind ofâŠâ Yumi trailed off. âA bitch,â Gunho mumbled, earning a smack from Yumi. âSheâs kind of a lot to handle. Sheâs been pretty nasty to Y/N for no reason,â Yumi clarified. Yunho looked between his siblings. âWhat are you talking about?â he asked. Yumi sighed heavily.
âFirst time I noticed it was during the drinking game. I think when you chose Y/N as your mate, Seomi got mad which I donât know why. If you had picked her, she was gonna have to drink every time you did,â Gunho mumbled, picking at his sleeve. Yunho snorted.
âThatâs exactly why I didnât pick her. I didnât want her to have to drink every time I did.â Yumi nodded, shifting in her seat. âAnd we get that. Hell, even Y/N gets that but Seomi must have thought you were picking Y/N because you like her or something which is, again, dumb. Y/N is my best friend and youâre my brother. If it hasnât happened already, itâs probably never going to happen,â Yumi said softly.
Yunho forced a smile.Â
Itâs not like he hadnât thought about it before; being with you. There was something different about you. Something Yumiâs other friends lacked. You were funny, intelligent, confident, and you didnât really seem to take shit from anyone. You had your head on your shoulders which was more than Yunho could have said for some of Yumiâs other friends at the time.
Yunho was also well aware of the fact that he was your first crush, possibly even your first love, though he never actually heard it from you directly. He had only heard it second hand from a friend of his who claims to have somehow overheard you telling someone else. Someone who wasnât Yumi.
When he initially heard it, he wasnât sure what to make of it. You had never made it obvious that you liked him so he thought maybe his friend was pranking him. After all, he was in high school and you were still in middle school at the time, but he would be lying if it didnât cross his mind again when you finally started high school. Or when you came back from your first year of college. He never wanted to cross that line, in case you had moved on and gotten over your crush.
If it was even true to begin with.
Despite whether or not your feelings for him were real, his for you were definitely real. So he forced himself to move on, forced himself to date people who werenât you and hoped that by doing so, he might actually get over the silly feelings that lingered in the back of his mind. Only it didnât actually work.Â
When he brought his first college girlfriend home for winter break, he was certain heâd managed to move on but when he saw you coming out of Yumiâs room, all grown up yourself, his confidence that heâd finally managed to move on soared out the window.
He was back to square one.
It was after this that he stopped coming home during breaks as often and focused more on spending time with his friends. He and his girlfriend at the time had broken up after that trip, and it wasnât until Yunho met Seomi that things seemed to start getting easier.
Whether that was because you werenât around or because of Seomi herself, he couldnât say for sure.
His relationship was far from perfect but he really did like Seomi. He thought he might even love her but when he saw you show up at the airport for the trip, he knew he was screwed. He couldnât tell if your indifference towards him was because youâd truly moved on or if it was you trying to avoid him.
He just didnât know. And how could he when the two of you barely spoke this trip. You had seemed uninterested in him, in what heâd become and done with his life. He thought if you were really past it, then maybe he could actually move on with Seomi but his resolve was further put to the test when you injured yourself. He was down the slope before you even fully came to a stop.
He had been mid conversation with Seomi one second and the next he was rushing down the slope to get to you. To make sure you were okay. He could chalk it up to being a concerned physician but he couldnât lie to himself anymore. It was clear from the moment you showed up at the airport that he wasnât truly over you and he might never be.
âShe also got too excited when she thought Y/N had fucked up on the Christmas movies and then again when you took Y/Nâs side,â Gunho continued, pulling Yunho out of his thoughts in time to see Yumi nodding. Yunho laughed this time, surprising both his siblings.Â
âBecause Y/N was right. Die Hard is a Christmas movie. Just because itâs not some cheesy Hallmark movie doesnât mean it doesnât count,â he explained.
âAnd then again today,â Gunho continued, ignoring his brother. âWhen Y/N got hurt and you carried her into the lodge, Seomi looked pissed,â he added, looking at Yumi who nodded again. âI saw that firsthand. Itâs stupid. Itâs not like Y/N could walk. She just twisted her ankle. She was injured.â
Yunho shook his head. âWhy would she be mad at that?â Yunho asked. âIâm a physician. I help injured people at work all the time!â Yumi and Gunho shrugged simultaneously. âDoes she ever get really upset when youâre around other women who arenât family?â Yumi asked.
Yunho wracked his brain. âNow that you mention itâŠâ he trailed off, noticing the way Yumi and Gunho exchanged glances. âAnd sheâs been upset most of this trip because youâve been around a girl who isnât family. Picking her in a drinking game, helping her when she got injured, picking her side when she was right about something,â Gunho listed. âSheâs clearly jealous of Y/N,â he added.
âWhy would she need to be jealous?â Yunho asked, looking at his younger brother. âSheâs not jealous,â Yumi said, shaking her head. âSheâs insecure. She thinks that Y/N could pull you and she feels threatened by her.â Yunho stared incredulously at his sister.
âSeomi is my girlfriend. Not Y/N,â he retorted. âShe has no reason to be insecure. Iâm with her.â Yumi shrugged. âIn her mind, that doesnât matter,â Yumi replied. âIn her mind, youâre going to leave her for someone better. Someone like Y/N.â
Yunhoâs heart skipped a beat but he played it off with a scoff, leaning back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. âThatâs just dumb,â he muttered. âHas Seomi said anything?â Yumi asked, Gunho turning to look at his older brother with mild interest. Yunho shook his head. âNo,â he answered. âSheâs upset, I know that, but when I ask why, she refuses to tell me. She just wants me to apologize. I did the first time, but Iâm not apologizing again until she tells me why.â
Yunho watched Yumi shake her head. âSheâs expecting you to read her mind which is never going to happen. SheâŠâ Yumi trailed off, averting her eyes to the firepit. âShe what?â Yunho asked. Yumi looked back up. âShe sounds exhausting and to be honest, I think you deserve better. You deserve someone who isnât going to treat you like this.â
Yunhoâs brow rose at Yumiâs admission. He looked to Gunho who said nothing, instead staring blankly into the fire. âYou think Seomi and I should break up?â Yunho asked. Yumi nodded. âAs your sister, yes. I think you two arenât good for one another. But in the end, what I think doesnât matter. What matters is what you think. Itâs your relationship after all,â she replied.
Yunho watched as Yumi got up and walked around the firepit towards the door. âYou have to think about what makes you happy though, Yunho. Not what makes other people happy.â
Without another word, Yumi opened the door and entered the house, leaving Yunho and Gunho by the fire. Yunho turned to the younger who sighed and got to his feet as well. âIâm getting a little chilly out here,â he announced. âSee you inside,â he added walking past Yunho, leaving the eldest sitting there, stunned into silence.
Was this really how his family perceived his relationship? Was this how you perceived his relationship? Did everyone think he was some sort of idiot, dating Seomi without realizing the kind of person she was? Yunho sat for a moment longer outside before getting up and heading inside.
He and Seomi had some talking to do.
You woke up to total darkness, groaning softly as you rolled over.
âMorning sunshine~!â you heard your best friend say in an amused tone. You looked over to her side of the room to see she was sitting up in bed, a small light clipped to her book. âWhat time is it?â you grumbled, voice cracking. âLike eight,â Yumi answered, checking her watch for verification. âDid I miss dinner?â you asked looking back at her. She nodded, turning on her bedside lamp, casting a dim yellow light around the room.
âBut I brought you food~!â Yumi said in a sing-song voice, getting up as she set her book aside. On your bedside table was a plate covered with another plate. âWe just finished so it should still be kinda warm,â Yumi said as she got up and walked over. âI wasnât sure what you wanted so I brought a bit of everything.â
You looked up at your best friend with sparkling eyes. âThank you,â you whispered as she uncovered the plate and handed it to you. âIt looks so good,â you said, holding back the urge to groan. Yumi snickered at your reaction, picking up the utensils and handing them to you.
âJust eat, you weirdo,â she mumbled, patting the top of your head and moving back to grab her book. Instead of getting back in her bed, she moved over to climb into yours, snuggling up next to you as you ate. âYou want me to read to you?â she asked, looking up. You nodded as you took a bite.
You ate in silence as Yumi read aloud from her book.
As you were finishing your food, you could hear hushed voices on the other side of the wall. They grew in intensity and you could tell it was Yunho and Seomi. You glanced at your best friend who had stopped reading to listen, her eyes meeting yours.
âWonder what theyâre fighting about,â you murmured, turning back to your food. âProbably because Yunho offered to bring you dinner earlier,â Yumi muttered nonchalantly. You turned to look at her. âWhat?â you asked. Yumi looked up at you. âYeah. You were sleeping so I didnât wake you and then the twins asked where you were so I said you were asleep and I didnât want to bother you âcause of your ankle. So Yunho offered to bring your food to you, like Iâm not sharing a room with you,â she said, rolling her eyes.
âSeomiâs been mad at him for other things too but I think this just kind of set her off.â
As soon as Yumi said that, you both jumped as you heard a door slam shut and someone stomping down the stairs. You looked at Yumi who looked back just as wide-eyed. âWhat was that?â you wondered out loud. Yumi shrugged and got up as the door to Yunho and Seomiâs room opened and more footsteps were heard running down the stairs before the front door opened.
Yumi rushed over to the window to see what the commotion was. âItâs Seomi and Yunho!â she whisper-shouted at you. âWhat are they doing?â you asked. âI think theyâre yelling,â she replied. âStandby.â She set her book aside and carefully unlocked and opened the window a crack.
The distant voices of Yunho and Seomi could be heard arguing but you couldnât discern what they were saying. âYouâre being unreasonable,â Yumi whispered to you. âThat was Yunho.â
âIâm not being unreasonable. Youâre the one thatâs in love with someone else,â Yumi continued to whisper the entire conversation to you. âI wonder who sheâs talking about.â
âIâm not in love with her! How many times do I have to say it?â
âItâs written all over your face. Youâre bad at hiding it. Youâve probably been cheating on me with her--â
Yumi frowned. âOh hell no,â she hissed, pushing the window open some more. âYumi!â you hissed, throwing a pillow towards her but falling short. âHey!â Yumi yelled out the window. âPeople are trying to sleep here! Take your loverâs quarrel somewhere else!â Yumi shouted.
âStay out of this, Yumi!â you heard Yunhoâs voice shout.
âIâm trying to sleep!â another voice shouted out the window and you recognized it as Gunho.
âStop shouting! People are sleeping!â yet another voice shouted.
âTheyâre getting in the car,â Yumi whispered to you, watching the van no doubt drive off into the forest before she turned to look at you, shutting the window. âI wonder where theyâre going,â Yumi continued as she moved back to your bed. âWho knows,â you muttered, resuming picking at your food. Yumi noticed and sat up. âAre you done eating?â she asked softly. You nodded and thanked her as she took the plate.
âWhat are friends for if not to bring you food and take the plate away when your leg is all gimpy?â she asked, chuckling as you cursed at her. Yumi returned and grabbed her book, moving back to her bed. âIâll let you go back to sleep,â she said as she climbed back into bed. âThanks, Yumi,â you said again and she smiled up at you. âAny time,â she replied, turning the light off and plunging the room back into darkness.
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The next morning, you woke to a light knocking on your door. Yumi was still in bed so you werenât sure who it could be. The door cracked open and Haneul peered in, smiling at you. âBreakfast is ready,â she announced. âDo you want to come down or if your ankle still hurts, I could bring something up?â
You shook your head. âIâll come down,â you replied, pulling back the covers as you sat up. âThank you, Haneul,â you added. She shut the door and you grabbed a pillow, flinging it at Yumi who whined in protest. âBreakfast is ready, dork,â you called, pushing yourself up.
Your ankle wasnât as painful today but you still couldnât put all your weight on it.
You pulled on a pair of sweats and walked over to Yumiâs bed, grabbing your pillow and hitting her twice with it. âCome on,â you mumbled. âIf Iâm up, you need to be,â you said but she refused. âGet up or Iâll eat all the bacon,â you grumbled and she sat up quickly. âDonât you dare,â she growled.
Once Yumi was dressed, you headed downstairs. Yumi waited while you took it easy, one step at a time. The rest of the family was already sitting around the table, save for Yunho. You wondered where he was and hoped he was okay.
Luckily, you didnât have to wonder for long because Yumi asked for you.
âWhereâs Yunho?â
âHeâs in his room,â you heard Mrs. Jeong answer. âHe had a hard time last night,â she added. You glanced over at your best friend who stared blankly at her mother. âSo he made it back?â Yumi asked, drawing Mrs. Jeongâs attention. âHe did,â she replied plainly.
âAlone?â
âYumi,â Mr. Jeong said suddenly. âKnock it off. Your brother doesnât need this right now.â
âItâs fine,â another voice said and everyone looked up to see Yunho had joined the group and was moving to sit between Gunho and his father. You looked away, busying yourself with your breakfast. It was a simple congee but you added a fried egg and some bacon to yours.
âSeomi left,â Yunho continued, addressing not only his sister but the entire table. âWe broke up,â he added. âIâm sorry dear,â Mrs. Jeong said softly. Yunho forced a smile. âWhy?â Jun-seo asked, looking up from his game. âIt wasnât working out anymore,â Yunho answered.
You glanced up in time to see his gaze pass over you and linger before he looked away. âWell, maybe some time in town will help,â Mr. Jeong said as he continued to eat. âWeâre all going,â he added. âDad,â Yumi said suddenly. âY/N canât walk. She twisted her ankle yesterday, remember?â
Mrs. Jeong nodded. âOh, thatâs right,â she said softly, looking at her husband. âI can stay here,â you said quickly. âYou all go. Donât stay back on my account. Iâll just stay in our room or something.â
Mrs. Jeong looked worriedly from you to your best friend. âAlone?â she asked. Yumi shook her head, opening her mouth to speak but Yunho beat her to it.
âIâll stay behind,â he announced. âIâm not really feeling a trip to town. Iâd actually rather stay here.â Yunho looked down at his plate while his parents exchanged glances. âAre you sure?â his mother asked. Yunho nodded, forcing another smile. âOf course,â he replied. âAnd who better to stay here with her than a physician?â Haneulâs father chimed in.
It was settled and after breakfast, you leaned against one of the wooden posts by the front door as the rest of the family headed out, Yumi stopping to make sure you were sure you wanted to be alone with Yunho. You nodded and told her to go have fun. Once they all piled into the vans and drove off, Yunho shut the door and turned to you. âSo,â he said softly. âWhat do you want to do?â he asked.
You shrugged. âIâm not sure,â you replied. âBut I think I want to rest upstairs.â Yunho nodded wordlessly, moving over to where you stood. âYou want me to carry you or you want me to just spot you as you climb the stairs?â he asked. Your cheeks burned and you looked away from his face.
âIâll climb the stairs,â you murmured and moved to the base. Yunho followed, making sure you got to the top safely. Once you were back in your room, he waited by the door. âIf you need to go downstairs for anything,â he said, hand on the doorknob. âJust call out. Iâll get you whatever you need,â he added before leaving.
You tossed and turned in your bed, trying to will yourself to go back to sleep but you struggled. As you lay there, you could hear the wind outside pick up, howling and rattling the windows in their frames. You carefully climbed out of bed and limped over to the window, pulling back the curtain to peer out and find that snow was blowing around. âA snow storm?â you wondered silently.
You headed back to your bed, grabbing your earbuds from your bag and lay back down, plugging your ears and starting some music. Closing your eyes, you let the music lull you back to sleep, thankful the music was able to drown out the whipping wind.
When you woke up again, it was darker. You checked the time and saw that it was almost 5 pm. It got dark a lot faster than it did back home and you werenât used to it yet. You sat up, reaching up to rub your eyes before swinging your legs over the side of the bed and getting up carefully.
You limped over to the door, pulling it open to peer out into the hall. âYunho?â you called out. You were met with silence and decided not to bother him. You decided you could make it down the steps. Youâd just have to be careful. You exited the room and made your way down to the main floor, taking it one step at a time and hobbled into the kitchen to get some water.
As you were opening the cabinet, you heard the back door open and turned to find Yunho carrying an armful of firewood. âYouâre up!â he said as he moved to set the firewood by the fireplace and hurried over. âHere, let me,â he said softly as he stopped behind you, easily reaching the glasses and picking one out for you. âWhy didnât you call me for help?â he asked with a chuckle.
You moved to get some water from the fridge. âI called out but you were outside so I figured Iâd just be careful coming down the stairs,â you explained. Yunho removed his coat and moved to hang it up along with his scarf and hat. âAre you sure youâre okay?â Yunho asked as he moved back to where you stood.
You took a sip of water and nodded, setting the glass on the counter. Yunho stared at you, eyes searching your face. âIs it still snowing?â you asked suddenly. Yunho nodded wordlessly. âYeah,â he finally said. âMy dad called,â he added. âSaid if the snow doesnât stop soon, they might have to stay in town.â Your heart jumped at the thought of having the entire place alone with Yunho.
âSo weâll be here,â you said plainly. Yunho nodded, looking at you but not quite seeing you. âAlone,â you added to which he continued to nod. Silence fell over the two of you but it wasnât awkward. It was full of tension though. After a few moments, you finally broke the quiet.
âSorry about Seomi,â you whispered. Yunhoâs snapped up to meet yours. âWhat?â he asked softly. You cleared your throat before speaking again. âIâm sorry about Seomi.â Once you clarified what you said, Yunhoâs expression softened. âItâs alright,â he replied. âIt was never going to work out anyway,â he added.
âWhy do you say that?â you asked curiously. Yunho smiled more to himself than to you.
âI think deep down, she was just a replacement for something,â he explained. âOr rather for someone.â
You watched him carefully as he no doubt was thinking to himself. âWhat do you mean?â Yunho looked up at you, lips parted but before he could say anything, your phone rang in your pocket. You sighed, pulling the device out. The screen read Yumiâs name and you held up a finger. âHold that thought.â
You swiped the answer button and held the phone to your ear. âHello?â you asked.
âY/N, itâs Yumi,â you heard your best friend say. âYeah, whatâs up?â you asked, glancing up at Yunho who was leaning against the counter across from you, a small distance between you as he watched you carefully. âThe locals said the storm isnât stopping any time soon,â Yumi started.
âWeâre gonna have to stay in the town tonight,â she continued. Your heart started to hammer in your chest. You were going to be all alone tonight. Alone with him. With Yunho. You glanced up at him, his expression growing more and more concerned. âOkay,â you managed to squeak out.
âBe safe. And hopefully weâll see you in the morning,â you added. âOh,â Yumi said suddenly. âDad said to tell Yunho to bring in more firewood in case the power goes out up there. The stoves are gas so you should be fine on that.â
You nodded though your best friend couldnât see you. âGot it,â you answered. âBe safe,â you repeated. Yumi repeated the sentiment and hung up and you set your phone down on the counter. âThat was Yumi,â you started to explain. âShe said the storm isnât going to let up until tomorrow,â you continued.
Yunho nodded, waiting for you to go on. âShe said theyâre staying in town so weâre on our own tonight.â Yunho seemed to relax visibly. âAnd she said your dad said to bring more firewood in the house, just in case the power goes out.â Yunho nodded towards the fireplace. âI brought in three armfuls,â he explained. âThat should be enough,â he added.
You nodded slowly as the conversation with Yumi started to fade away. âSo,â you said softly. âWhat were you going to say before Yumi called?â You swore you saw a mild panic flash over Yunhoâs face before he laughed it off. âOh that? Itâs nothing,â he murmured. âJust me rambling.â
âForget I said anything.â
You reached forward, grabbing his wrist. âNo,â you replied. He turned to look at you. âNo?â he asked. You shook your head. âNo, Iâm not going to forget it. So just tell me.â Yunho hesitated before swallowing thickly. âDeep down, I think she was a replacement for someone,â he finally said softly.
âFor who?â you asked, looking up at his eyes staring back at yours. âFor you,â you imagined him saying. Yunho hesitated a moment longer before speaking. âFor someone I canât have,â he finally said, your heart sinking into your stomach. You let go of him quickly and pulled back. âOh,â you said shortly.
âI see,â you added, turning away from him. âI thoughtâŠâ you trailed off. âDonât,â you told yourself. âDonât do that. Donât tell him that.â It was Yunhoâs turn to speak. âYou thought what?â he asked.
âNothing,â you said quickly. Much too quickly. You hoped that like your childhood crush on him, he wouldnât notice but you should have known better. Yunho noticed almost everything about you, even if you didnât know it.
âTell me,â he said softly. His voice was somewhat closer as he spoke. âWhat did you think?â
You shook your head. âIt doesnât matter,â you said, choking back a sob that threatened to escape.
âIt does to me.â
The dam holding back your tears broke and you let out the smallest whimper, ducking your head. âY/N?â Yunho whispered. You felt his hand on your arm as he turned you slowly. âTalk to me,â he said as you fought to not face him. âItâs n-nothing!â you stammered.
Before you could move away, Yunho turned you to face him, taking your face in his hands and making you look up, meeting his gaze. âWhy are you crying?â he asked, thumbs brushing your tears away. âItâs stupid,â you sobbed. âDonât ask me.â
Yunho leaned closer, pressing his lips against your forehead.
The action was so intimate and unexpected that it caused your brain to short circuit. âIf itâs upsetting you, itâs not stupid,â Yunho whispered, lips brushing against your skin. âSo, tell me.â You shook your head rather than answer.
âIs it because you thought I was talking about you?â he asked.
You froze again. âDid he know this whole time?â
You slowly raised your eyes to meet his brown ones. âIs that it?â he asked softly.
Without a word, you nodded, maintaining eye contact. Yunho hummed, caressing your cheek slowly.
âYou idiot,â he said softly with a smile. âI was talking about you.â Your eyes widened. âYou were?â you squeaked. Yunho nodded. âOf course I was. I thought I had been obvious before but Iâve been in love with you for a long time, Y/N,â he murmured.
âY-you have?!â you squeaked again. Yunho nodded. âI tried to move on, date other people but none of them lasted because they werenât you. God, this whole time, I wanted you. I didnât want anyone else but I thought youâd never go for it. Yumi is your best friend and sheâs my sister. Dating your best friendâs brother? Sheâd never allow that. Sheâd hate me forever if I ever hurt you. So I stayed away. I tried to forget about the way I felt about you but each time when I thought Iâd made progress I would come home and see you and everything would fall back to square one.â
You stared up at him as he rambled.Â
âI tried so hard not to love you. To let you go and move on. I tried so fucking hard,â he said, his voice breaking as he held back tears. âBut I just canât do it anymore. I canât go on pretending I donât want this,â he said, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs again. âPretending that I donât want you,â he added.
âPretending like Iâm not completely in love with you.â
Your hands reached up to grab his shirt, pulling him down and crashing your lips against his, catching him off guard. His brief pause passed and he melted into the kiss, one hand moving to the small of your back and pulling you against him as he kissed you deeper.
You let out a quiet moan as his lips parted yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth and finding yours. Your fingers loosened their grip on his shirt as he pressed further against you. Without a word, he scooped you up, setting you on the counter before his lips were back on yours, hands wandering as he slotted himself between your thighs.
You moaned as his lips moved down the side of your neck, hands gripping your waist tightly. âGod, you sound so pretty,â he murmured against your ear. âIâve thought about what you sound like,â he continued. âWondered what you taste like, what you feel like.â
You felt a chill run up your spine. âIâve wanted you so bad,â Yunho continued, lips brushing against your pulse point. âSo many times, I wanted to take you to my room when you were spending the night and drown in you. Pin you to the bed and make you beg for release,â he continued, groaning when you whimpered in his ear.
âWhatâs stopping you now?â you whispered. Yunho groaned, pulling back to take your face in his hands firmly. âTell me you want this,â he said urgently. âTell me you want me. I need to hear you say it.â You looked up at him, searching his face before finally answering him. âI want you,â you managed to say in a shaky voice.
Yunho let out a growl, pulling you into another kiss, parting your lips, his tongue meeting yours in a frantic dance for dominance. You started to pull at Yunhoâs shirt, pulling it out of the way so you could fumble with the ties of his pants. âWait, wait,â Yunho mumbled, grabbing your hands and halting your movement. You looked up to meet his gaze.
âWhat?â you asked, worried you might have done something wrong. He shook his head. âNot here,â he mumbled. âYou deserve better than to be fucked in the kitchen like some cheesy porno,â he continued. You opened your mouth to protest but Yunho was gone before you could stop him.
He disappeared up the steps leaving you alone in the kitchen. You heard him rushing around on the floor above, his footsteps echoing through the floor before he started to descend the steps. You turned to look over your shoulder as he came into view, carrying an armful of blankets and pillows.
âWhat the--â you trailed off as he tossed the linens down in front of the fireplace before moving around behind the sofa. You watched as he pulled the sofa back, the wooden legs making a slight screech as they dragged against the wooden floor.
Next to move was the coffee table before Yunho started fumbling with the blankets and pillows. You started to move over to where he was kneeling to get a better look. As he came full into view, you could see he had created a sort of bed on the floor in front of the fireplace. You stared incredulously at him as he worked quickly before he looked up and met your gaze.
âHey,â he pouted. âBack in the kitchen,â he ordered. You chuckled as you hobbled back over to wait for him. Once he was satisfied that the nest was comfortable enough, he was back by your side in the kitchen, guiding you back onto the counter. âWhere were we?â he murmured, leaning in.
âBefore you so rudely ran away?â you whispered as his lips brushed against yours. âHey,â he whined. âI had to improvise. I didnât want to try to force you to climb the stairs and besides,â he added, pulling back to look at you. âAnd if the power goes out in the middle, at least weâll still have the fire for warmth and light,â he continued. Your hands moved up his chest to rest on his shoulders.
âHmm,â you hummed. âWeâll have more than the fire for warmth,â you retorted. Yunho leaned in closer. âOnly if you want to,â he answered. âI donât want to force you to do anything you donât-â you cut him off, pulling him into a kiss, smirking internally as he groaned against your lips.
And just like that, the brief pause so he could set the mood in front of the fireplace was forgotten as you felt his hands wander, one moving to the small of your back and pulling you against him as his tongue explored your mouth again. âFuck,â you heard him groan as he pulled back, lips trailing down the side of your neck. âCan I mark you?â he groaned, pulling away to look at you.
You nodded silently, chest heaving. âJust not my neck,â you admitted. âYumi might see,â you added. Yunhoâs fingers toyed with the hem of your tee shirt, eyes searching yours for permission to remove the article. You nodded and allowed him to pull it off you with ease. His eyes scanned your frame, taking in parts of you heâd never seen before, only imagined.
You resisted the urge to cover yourself even if you were wearing a bralette. Yunho said nothing, instead bringing a hand up, hesitating as he looked up at you through his lashes. âMay I?â he asked, waiting for your consent. You nodded wordlessly, wanting to feel his hands all over. You want to feel him everywhere.
âPlease,â you finally croaked out. âPlease touch me.â
Yunhoâs hands were on you in an instant, one cupping over your chest as the other moved to the back of your neck, pulling you into a heated kiss, one that took your breath away as he guided your movements. âCome here, angel,â he murmured, sliding his hands under your ass as he stepped away from the counter, carrying you from the kitchen to the living room.
He carefully set you on the couch before kneeling in front of you. âTell me if anything makes you uncomfortable,â he started, looking up at you, the light from the fire dancing over the both of you. Slowly, you cupped his cheek, almost melting when he leaned into your touch.
âDonât stop,â you simply said. âI want this. I want you,â you reminded him. âIâve always wanted you.â
Yunho gently pulled you from the couch, sliding you under him on your back against the blankets. âGod, I donât even know where to start,â he murmured, his hips slotting between your thighs as his hands held him up. âI want to touch you everywhere, kiss you everywhere.â Your fingers fumbled with the hem of his shirt. âWe have all night,â you reminded him.
âTake your time.â
Yunho did just that, kissing you slowly as one of his hands moved along your side, squeezing your hip and moving down to your thigh, pulling it against his hip and grinding against your core. You could feel the weight of his cock in his pants press against you, almost throbbing with the need to release.
âYunho,â you moaned as he kissed down your neck to your collar. âHmm?â he hummed against your skin. âPlease touch me,â you whined. He chuckled lightly, his breath hot against your skin. âI am touching you, baby,â he replied. Your heart skipped a beat at the nickname.
Hearing it come from him was something youâd always wanted but never expected. He wasnât holding back anymore. âPlease, Yunho, please,â you begged, trying to wiggle your hips but his weight held them down. âShush,â he mumbled, planting soft kisses against your collar. âBe patient, baby.â
You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you felt Yunhoâs lips move over your chest, feeling his breath through the thin material of your lacy bralette. âThis is in the way,â he grumbled, pulling back and slipping his fingers under the fabric. âIt needs to come off,â he added.
You allowed him to pull you up to pull the offending article off and toss it aside.
You laid back slowly, cheeks burning under his gaze as he took in even more of your form. It wasnât an entirely new experience for you, being topless but being topless in front of your best friendâs brother who you happen to be in love with was certainly a unique experience.
âGod,â he murmured, tearing his gaze from your exposed skin to look up at your face. âIâve never told you how fucking beautiful you are, have I?â he asked, leaning down to press a kiss against your cheek. âIâve thought about this moment a hundred different ways,â he continued, whispering into your ear.
âAbout what it would be like to have you underneath me like this. To have you laid bare for me,â he continued, kissing back down to your chest. âTo be able to take my time and kiss your body over and over. To taste every inch of you.â You let out a gasp as you felt his tongue against your nipple, taking it into his mouth with a gentle suck. Your fingers combed through his hair as he teased the sensitive nub, his hand moving to cup your breast and knead it softly.
âY-Yunho,â you whimpered as he pulled back, his mouth moving to the other side and repeated the same actions, taking your pert nipple in his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. Each flick had your back arching, quiet moans slipping past your lips and your panties starting to stick to you.
Yunho started to kiss down your stomach, stopping to nip at your hips. You moaned louder as he sank his teeth into your skin. âShit, Yunho,â you gasped as he pulled back and continued kissing down to the waistband of your leggings. âMay I?â he asked again and this time you nodded fervently. âYes,â you answered quickly. âPlease.â
Yunho moved slowly, pulling your leggings down past your hips before sliding them down your thighs and pulling them off completely, leaving you in your panties. Your cheeks burned as he took in the sight before him, his hands moving to your knees to hold your legs apart.
âYunho,â you whined, closing your eyes. âDonât stare,â you continued. You heard him chuckle softly. âThis is the first time Iâm seeing you like this,â he replied. âLet me savor it, baby.â
Your cheeks continued to burn under his gaze as he studied your body. Finally, his hands moved up your thighs, stopping at your hips. âLook at me,â he said softly. You did, eyes snapping open to meet his gaze. âThere you are,â he added, making you whine and try to cover your face with your hands.
âDonât,â Yunho warned, taking your wrists and pulling your hands from your face, leaning over to pin your wrists against the blankets as he hovered over you. âDonât hide from me. Let me see all of you,â he continued, one hand moving down to your cheek before sliding over your neck, marveling at the size difference between the two of you.
âFuck, youâre so tiny,â he murmured, fingers lightly closing around your throat. You let out a whimper and Yunhoâs brows rose up quickly. âOh?â he asked softly, squeezing just a little more, making you choke on your own words. âReally?â he asked, mildly amused. âChoking, huh? I never would have guessed.â
You tried to glare back at him but couldnât hold the seriousness in your gaze as he squeezed gently again, your lips parting as a shameless moan slipped out, making his lips twitch as he fought against a smirk that threatened to spread across his face.
âIâll keep that in mind,â he said, pulling his hand from your neck. âFor later,â he added as he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. You moaned as you felt him grind against you again, the gusset of your panties covered in your own arousal and sticking to you uncomfortably.
Yunho noticed you shifting under him and looked down at you. âIs it uncomfortable?â he asked, lifting his weight off you. Shaking your head, you grabbed him but the hips and pulled him back down, resting the weight of his cock against your core. âMy panties are justâŠâ you trailed off.
Yunho cocked his head to the side curiously. âTheyâre just what?â he asked almost innocently. Your cheeks and ears burned in embarrassment. âSticky,â you finally managed to get out. Yunho said nothing, instead keeping his eyes trained on your face as he rolled his hips, grinding against you.
âWould you like me to change that?â he asked softly, maintaining eye contact. You hesitated. Did you want him to remove your panties just yet? Were you ready to be that exposed to him? You were almost entirely naked under him yet he was still clothed. You shook your head. âItâs not fair for me to be the only one exposed here,â you said.
Wordlessly, Yunho sat back, reaching behind and grabbing the neck of his shirt before pulling it off over his head and setting it aside, leaving him in just his sweats. You allowed your eyes to sweep his frame, taking in the sight. Youâd seen him shirtless before, spending many nights over at Yumiâs when you were younger but you never allowed yourself to really look, always averting your eyes in the past.
He was muscular but in a lean way. His shoulders were broad as you remembered and heâd filled out even more since the last time youâd seen him without his shirt. Your eyes continued to travel further and further, catching sight of a light trail of hair that started under his navel and disappeared into the waistband of his sweats.
âBetter?â he asked, his tone amused as he watched you stare at him. You reached up, grabbing his shoulder and pulled him down to meet your lips in a rushed kiss. Heâd spent so long working you up slowly and now you were more than desperate to have him.
âI know I said we have all night,â you murmured between kisses. âBut I really need you right now.â Yunho chuckled against your lips, hands sliding down to your hips. âYouâve been very patient,â he agreed. âI think you deserve a reward for that.â Without another word, he dragged your panties down, discarding them rather quickly.
You waited with baited breath as his eyes wandered, taking in the sight of you completely naked under him. His eyes stopped briefly at the spot between your thighs before he looked back up to meet your gaze. You kept your eyes trained on his face as he leaned over you, his hand moving between your legs and groaning as he collected your wetness. âIâve barely done anything,â he noted as he looked down, seeing his fingers already coated.
âSâbecause itâs you,â you murmured. Yunho looked back up, pressing his fingers further between your lips and easily finding your clit. You let out a gasp as he slowly started to draw light circles, watching your face as he explored. He was clearly experienced but it was still a new experience; a new lover.
He moved faster, still keeping the same pressure. It was teasing. It was enough friction to keep you on the edge but not push you further. âYunho please,â you begged. It only took one plea for his fingers to move down and sink two into your entrance, making you moan loudly.
âLike that?â he asked softly, curling his fingers against the spongy spot inside you, making you gasp and your thighs try to close around his arm. Yunho pushed your thighs apart, leaning against one to keep you spread open for him. As he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you slowly, he inspected you, keeping his eyes on the place where his fingers disappeared.
Your thigh tried to close and Yunho grumbled, moving his free hand and taking yours, moving it to your thigh. âHold your legs open before I tie you down,â he growled. Your walls clenched around his fingers as you did what he instructed. âGood girl,â he murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your stomach before scooting further down.
Before you could ask what he was doing, you felt his tongue against your clit. It was slow, deliberate, and hot. âIâve wondered what you tasted like for years,â he murmured. âItâs better than I imagined.â With renewed vigor, Yunhoâs tongue lapped at your sex, flicking against your clit as his fingers continued to move inside you. The stimulation started to build tension and you felt your orgasm approaching.
Yunho must have felt it too because he pulled away, his fingers slowing to a stop. You whined, feeling defeated as your climax ebbed away. âShush,â you heard him whisper. âItâs okay, baby,â he continued. âI just need you to hold off a little longer for me.â
Yunho gave your sex a light lick before he pulled away, fingers continuing to move and curl, scissoring you open slowly. âYunho, please,â you pleaded, unshed tears filling your eyes. âJust a little more, kitten,â he murmured, kissing the inside of your thigh.
âJust a little more,â he repeated. Your thighs shook, your impending orgasm slipping away once again when he stopped. You were about to protest when you felt him add a third finger, groaning as you felt the stretch against your walls. âYouâre just so tight,â Yunho groaned as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you. âI have to take it slow or I might hurt you.â
Despite your begging and pleading, Yunho took his time, opening you up until he was satisfied. You were an incoherent mess as he finally removed his pants and underwear, moving between your thighs and groaning as the underside of his cock rubbed against your wet folds.
âLook, angel,â he instructed. You opened your eyes and pushed yourself up onto your elbows to look down between your thighs. Yunho had rested his cock on you and you felt your stomach churn slightly at the sight. You knew Yunho was a big guy in general but the sheer size of his cock had you already seeing stars. The tip reached just under your navel and you were certain there was no way heâd fit all of it in you.
âSo big,â you commented. Yunho chuckled slightly, carefully pushing you back onto the blanket. âIâll go slow,â he reassured you, pulling back and taking himself in his hand. âJust tell me to stop if it hurts,â he added. You nodded as you felt him press the tip against your slit.
âDeep breath,â he added. You inhaled slowly and as you exhaled, you felt him push the head of his cock past your folds. You groaned as you felt it start to fill you. Yunho took his time, massaging your hips as he slid in slowly, inch by inch.
You winced slightly, prompting him to stop and whisper words of praise as you tried to relax. âThatâs it baby,â he murmured. âJust relax. Iâve got you,â he added. You willed your body to relax, sighing as he continued. It felt like ages before he stopped.
Your body has seized up again and Yunho was coaxing you through it. âItâs okay angel,â he whispered, thumbs rubbing soothing circles against your hips. âRelax, baby,â he added. âRelax and let me in.â
You groaned as he slid further and further, his size filling and stretching your walls. You tried not to clench but subconsciously, your cunt fluttered and constricted around him, making him groan as he tried to bottom out. You were certain heâd never fit it all in but to your absolute surprise, he did.
His hips met yours and he stilled, groaning as he dropped his head into your chest. âFuck,â you heard him curse, his voice muffled. âYouâre so fucking tight, Y/N,â he groaned. You felt him give a tentative thrust, as if to make sure his cock was fully buried in your pussy.
âSo f-full,â you stammered, the tears flowing freely now. âSo big,â you added. Yunho lifted his head and cupped your cheek tenderly, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. âFeels good?â he asked and you nodded quickly. âFeels s-so good,â you moaned.
âSo fucking good.â
Yunho chuckled, his breath fanning over your skin as you felt him start to retract slowly before snapping his hips forward and filling you in one thrust. You gasped out at the feeling. âDoes it hurt?â he asked suddenly, stopping. You shook your head. âN-no. Feels so good,â you answered. âKeep going, please.â
Yunho pulled back and thrust into you again, setting a slow, heavy rhythm. Your walls constricted, trying to keep him from pulling out and sucking him back in with ease. Moans and mumbles slipped from your lips as he moved. You looked up, meeting his intense gaze.
âGod,â he groaned as his hips stuttered for a moment before he was pounding into you, one hand holding your thigh open, the other keeping him from collapsing onto you. âFuck!â he swore, eyes fluttering shut as he continued to thrust, his hips meeting yours.
You could feel him deeper than anyone had ever been, moaning with each thrust.
âSo small and yet you take me so well,â Yunho groaned. âLike you were made for me.â You whimpered in response, unable to form a coherent sentence. âDoes it feel good, baby?â he asked, his voice low and gravelly. âDo you like how good my cock feels inside you?â
You nodded wordlessly, moans slipping out instead of words. âOh shit, do you see that, little one?â he asked, his eyes now glancing down at your stomach. You raised your head to see what he was looking at. You could see a slight bulge every time he thrust into you. âIt almost doesnât fit,â Yunho said with a smug tone.
âMy cock is almost too big for you, kitten.â
You moaned as he took your hand, placing it over the spot halfway between your navel and sex. You moaned, feeling the tip nudge against your hand. Yunho groaned, pushing your palm down as he thrusted into you. You moaned loudly.
âFuck, you sound so good, baby,â he murmured, hips slowing as he pushed himself up. You groaned as he grabbed your waist, pulling you up so your ass was resting on his thighs as he thrust further into you. âHng! Yunho!â you gasped as the tip of his cock hit your cervix.
âOh shit,â he cursed. You felt him pull out entirely, making you whine at the empty feeling. Yunho rolled you onto your stomach, grabbing one of the pillows to put under your hips, propping you up for him as he re-entered you from behind. You moaned into the blankets as he bottomed out, the tip of his cock pressing against your cervix.
âThatâs it, baby,â Yunho groaned, holding your hips in place as he pulled out, snapping forward and filling you with one stroke. He set a much faster, more unrelenting pace, thrusting into you to a beat only he knew. You grabbed onto the blankets, trying to ground yourself against the power of his movements as he pounded into you, the sound of skin against skin drowning out the crackling of the fire and your whimpers.
âYuh-Yu-Yunho,â you moaned, walls clenching repeatedly around his cock and pushing both of you closer and closer to the edge. âGonna fuck you so good you forget anyone else ever existed,â you heard him growl. âSo you know youâre mine and mine alone.â
âMâgonna make you scream my name, baby,â he added, leaning over your back, one hand moving around to grab your throat firmly. You moaned, walls squeezing around him as your orgasm washed over you without warning. âFuck, fuck, thatâs it kitten. Cum on this cock like a good girl.â
Yunho continued to fuck you through your orgasm, enjoying the way you whimpered and whined as he continued to thrust into you, keeping a firm grip on your throat. âYou gonna cum again?â he murmured in your ear. âY-yes,â you whimpered, walls already fluttering around Yunhoâs cock, gripping him tightly.
âGonna let me fill this sweet little cunt?â he asked in your ear, giving you a hard thrust. âY-yes, daddy,â you whined. Yunho let out a growl. âDaddy, huh?â he asked, rolling his hips and making your eyes roll back. âThatâs a new one,â he continued. âAlright, baby. We can go with that.âÂ
âYou like it when daddy fucks you from behind?â
You nodded vigorously. âYes daddy,â you repeated. âSay it,â Yunho growled, pounding into you, burying himself to the hilt and making you squeal. âI like it!â you cried out. âSay it. All of it,â Yunho repeated, pounding into you once more. âYes, I like it!â you almost screamed. âI like it when you fuck me from behind, daddy!â
You felt him sink his teeth into your shoulder, making you whimper as his cock pistoned in and out of you, making your eyes roll back again, stars filling your vision. âThatâs right, baby,â he growled against your skin. âThis pussy is mine. Youâre mine.â You nodded wordlessly but that wasnât enough for Yunho.
âSay it.â he ordered. âIâm yours, daddy,â you answered.
âAnd who does this pussy belong to?â
âItâs y-yours, daddy,â you choked out, tears flowing freely and streaming down your cheeks.
âGood girl,â Yunho groaned. âOh fuck, youâre such a good girl. Youâre my good little girl, arenât you?â he moaned. Your second orgasm was approaching, your cunt convulsing around Yunhoâs cock as his thrusts grew more erratic and sloppy. The sound of his cock thrusting into you was audible over the crackling of the fire.
âFuck, fuck, fuck,â you heard him curse. âMâgonna cum,â he warned you. âWhere you want it, angel?â he whispered. âI-inside me, daddy, please,â you moaned. âPlease cum inside me!â Yunho let out a low growl, hips slapping against your ass with renewed eagerness, groaning into your ear as he came, filling your cunt with his release.
You felt more and more of it pump into you, filling you almost to the brim as he continued to fuck his cum into you. âOh fuck,â he groaned. âOh, god, I love you,â he whispered as he continued to thrust, his movements slowing. âI love you so much,â he continued. âTell me you love me, too, please,â he murmured against your shoulder.
âI love you, too,â you moaned as he finally stilled, burying his cock deep inside your walls with a huff.
The only sound other than your ragged breathing was the crackling of the fire as you both came down from your respective highs. You didnât dare move until Yunho did and for a while, you were certain heâd fallen asleep on top of you until he finally shifted.
He pushed himself up and slowly pulled out of you, grimacing as some of his release spilled out of you, running down the insides of your thighs. âDonât move,â he instructed and got up, grabbing his underwear and pulling it on before walking over to the kitchen and grabbing a towel.
You heard the water run briefly before he returned, wiping the insides of your thighs and carefully wiping your skin clean of his cum. âAre you okay?â he asked as he helped you roll over onto your back. âIâm great,â you said, your voice almost far off, a dazed expression on your face.
Yunho chuckled as he continued to wipe you down before grabbing your shirt and helping you into it.
Once he was certain you were clean, he tossed the used towel onto the coffee table and laid down next to you. âDid you mean it?â you asked finally as he pulled a blanket over the two of you and pulled you into his arms. âMean what?â he asked, watching as you turned in his hold to look at him.
âWhen you said you love me?â
Yunhoâs expression softened and he pressed his lips against yours tenderly. âOf course,â he answered. âI do love you. Itâs always been you, Y/N. I only want you,â he continued. You snuggled against him, listening to his heart beating in his chest. âDid you mean it?â he asked after a moment and you nodded immediately. âMhm, Iâve loved you for a long time, Yunho,â you replied.
âFor me, youâve always been it.â
You pulled back to look up at him. Yunhoâs lips spread into a grin before kissing you again, a bit more passionately. âYumi isnât going to like this,â he added softly. You shrugged, no longer caring now that you knew your feelings were reciprocated. âI think sheâd rather us be happy,â you said softly.
âWeâll just have to break it to her easily. We were both stupid and in love,â Yunho replied. Your eyes fluttered shut as you started to drift off.
When you awoke it was to the slam of a distant door. You opened your eyes slowly, bright light pouring into the room. You were still lying in Yunhoâs arms on the floor in front of the fireplace. You relaxed as Yunho snored softly. The next moment the front door opened and your eyes snapped open.
Before you could scramble away from Yunho who was starting to stir, you heard an all too familiar voice.
âWhat the hell is all this?â Yumi shouted. You sat up quickly, rubbing your eyes as you looked up at your best friend who was glaring down at the two of you. Yunho pushed himself up. âWe can explain,â he said quickly. Yumi narrowed her eyes before her expression softened.
âOh you donât need to explain,â she said, chuckling.Â
âIâve known for years that the two of you were hot for each other. Just waited for it to come out.â
You turned to look at Yunho who looked just as stunned as you.
âJust do me a favor,â Yumi added, making the two of you look at her.
âKeep the fucking to a minimum, or just keep it down,â she asked.
âI forgot to buy earbuds.â
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new perspective | joel miller
Summary |Â the summed wedged between finishing your undergraduate degree and starting on your graduate programme just got a lot better when Joel Miller turns out to feel exactly the same about you as you do to him.
Pairing | dbf!Joel Miller x F!Reader
Word Count |Â 3.7k
Warnings |Â Explicit Smut. dbf!Joel makes his return on my blog, mentions of food and alcohol, Joel being competent and fixing stuff, the classic dbf trop of a cookout, sex while your parents are around, oral sex (f), masturbation (m), unprotected PiV, talk of contraception, dirty talk, praise kink, THE RETURN OF MIRROR SEX BY THETRIUMPHANTPANDA, no outbreak au, no use of Y/N.
Authors Note |Â I missed dad's best friend Joel so I wrote him :) I hope you like him. This is a standalone but I won't rule out adding more in this universe if y'all like it. I have to shoutout @hellishjoel for talking me through how to make a moodboard so beautifully, thank you honey! If you like this, consider reblogging/commenting/leaving asks for me - it really helps!
Please follow @thetriumphantpandanotifs for my writing updates.Â
Main Masterlist | Ko-Fi
The incessant dripping of the kitchen tap is driving you insane. Youâd come back to Texas for the summer to relax. Hoping to leave behind shoddy workmanship that your landlord refused to fix because he would do it when you moved out, ready for the next lot of college kids to come in. If your dad had mentioned the dripping kitchen tap, the creaky floorboards on the stairs and the issue with water pressure that meant showering took longer than necessary, maybe youâd have stayed where you were.
âSomeoneâs cominâ to take a look at that later,â Heâd said on his way out to work that morning, head tilting towards the kitchen, âShould be here after lunch.â
Youâd waved him off, barely looking up from the book you were reading, legs outstretched on the couch with your notepad and pen resting on the arm. Wasnât much of a summer when you were going straight from your undergraduate degree into a graduate programme.
As the day moved on, the heat got worse. Glasses of ice water turning lukewarm before you had a chance to cool down. The patio door open, hoping for a breeze every now and then, but finding no reprieve. The ice pop doesnât even help that much, melting too quickly before you had a chance to enjoy it.
Itâs pushing 2pm when thereâs a knock at the door. Reading material and notepad pushed onto the floor, trash TV on in the background as you try not to sweat to death. It takes you a minute to register the noise, so long that whoever it is here to look at the tap knocks again.
You pull open the door, wincing when the heat of the sun being let in sinks across your skin. The change in light means itâs a few seconds before your eyes adjust to who it is standing in front of you. Joel Miller.
Itâs been a while since youâve seen him. Heâs been busy, according to your dad, building his business with Tommy. Lots of out of town trips now Sarah is grown and away to college for her first year - schedules not quite lining up for you to see him when you come home, but God are you glad you have the chance now. Heâs older now, obviously, greying a little. His hair has grown too, curls flopping onto his forehead and around his ears. He looks broader now than he did - the physical labour obviously working in his favour - you can see the arms of his t-shirt straining around the muscles there, but as you let your eyes trail down a little, youâre pleased to see that he clearly still enjoys his barbecue and beer.
âYâgonna let me in, sweetheart?â He asks and that Southern drawl hasnât changed either, low and slow, tickling just the right parts of your brain as they always had.
Youâd thought whatever it was that you felt for him was just some silly schoolgirl crush, but the longer he hung around, the older he got, the more you realised he wasnât something youâd grow out of liking. Not even the fair amount of fooling around at college had helped - boys that had no idea what they were doing, who couldnât take instruction to save their lives. Whenever theyâd leave, youâd lie there, sheets pulled up under you chin, and think, Joel Miller would never leave me like that - wet, wanting and unsatisfied.
âSorry,â You mumble, taking a side step to let him in, âHere to fix the tap, right?â
âThatâs right,â He replies, walking in and straight to the kitchen - he spends more of his time here than you do now, âNice tâsee you back for a while.â
You close the door, stopping off to lean over the couch and grab your half-empty water glass before following behind him to the kitchen.
âWeird to be back, honestly,â You muse, pulling a fresh glass out of the cupboard, âDidnât think this place would ever change much, but it feels different.â
âProbably you thatâs changed,â He talks as he opens the toolbox heâs bought with him, âGot a different perspective on things now you live in the big city.â
âYouâre probably right,â You agree, filling the glasses with ice and water, sipping from one and putting the other near to where Joel is working, âAnd the fact no-one else left I suppose - did you know Becca from my year at school has had two kids since Iâve been away?â
Joel letâs out a low whistle as he uses some tool to tighten something on the tap, sighing when it doesnât stop the leaking, âTwo kids at your age?â He asks, âI could barely deal with Sarah, I donât know how folks do it.â
âYeah, me neither,â You shrug, leaning against the kitchen counter, âI can barely keep myself alive.â
He turns his head, his brown eyes roving you up and down, is heâŠ? Is he checking you out? He lets out a little cough and reaches for his water, taking two deep drinks of it before he turns back to the job at hand, sinking to his knees on the floor to open the cupboard under the sink. Heâs got his head inside it when he speaks again.
âI donât know,â He muses, âYou look pretty alive to me.â
âThanks,â you chuckle, âBest compliment Iâve ever received.â
You can hear him laugh a little from under the sink, the noise punctuated with the sounds of him gently hammering at something.
âCan you pass me the screwdriver down?â He asks, an arm extending out towards you as you rifle through his toolbox, setting the tool in his hand when you find it.
It doesnât take him much longer to fix whatever was wrong, the dripping from the faucet stopping, giving you the sweet relief of silence, save for him groaning as he stands from his knees.
âMaybe time to retire, old man?â You offer with a smirk as he shoves the tools back into the box.
âCareful,â He warns, but his voice is light and you know heâs teasing, âIâm in the prime of my life.â
âWhatever you say.â
âIâm all done,â He says a few moments later once heâs cleaned up, âTell your dad Iâll be back sometime in the week to look at the shower.â
You follow him back to the door, like a lost puppy on his heel, wanting to spend as much time as possible in his company before he leaves.
âThanks for coming,â You say when he opens the door, âThe dripping was driving me wild.â
âNo problem sweetheart, my pleasure,â He smiles, âAnythinâ else you let your dad know he can call me, okay?â You nod in response, about to close the door, âItâs real good to see you again.â
âYou too, Joel.â
Itâs been just over a week since Joel had fixed the tap. Heâd been back and forth to tinker with the other issues throughout the house, talking to you here and there, but tonight is the first time heâll be here without the pretence of needing to fix something. Itâs always the same in Southern households in the summer - each household in a group of friends taking turns to host some form of dinner for everyone else, eating together in the name of community.
Thereâs a table full of food - your mother had made enough side dishes to feed the five thousand, potato salad, fresh bread and enough green salad that youâd all be eating it for days afterwards. The fridge stocked full of beer and wine and the crowning glory of a cheesecake youâd slaved over for hours yesterday.
Joel is here, along with Tommy, and your neighbours on both sides too. Your mom and dad had invited friends from work, but just like youâd expected, none of your friends from before you left were able to make it - prior commitments of children, husbands and work.
Itâs a low-key affair, a table full of grilled meat and sides and plenty of alcohol, but itâs the alcohol thatâs made this difficult for you. With Joel sitting right next you, smelling of cologne and entirely unaware that youâre creaming in your panties about wanting him to fuck you.
Youâd not been subtle today either - picking the shortest dress you own, bending over to pick something up in front of him, laughing at his jokes and pressing against him at the table whenever he says something interesting or funny - you want him to know that you want him, you want him to know that heâs all youâve been able to think about since he showed up on the porch last week.
And you think he does. When you rest a hand on his knee under the table after a particularly funny story about his apprentice and a drill on the worksite, he gives you a pointed look, but doesnât brush your hand away, and when you announce to the table that you need to use the bathroom and cool down a little, youâre halfway up the stairs when you hear his footsteps following you - almost hunting you into the bathroom and closing the door.
âDonât think I donât know what youâre doinâ, sugar.â
Got him.
âI donât know what youâre talking about, Joel.â You smirk, turning around to lean against the sink as the bathroom door closes with a snick.
âThough you were a smart city girl now,â He muses, leaning his back against the door - you donât miss his hand turning the lock, âYou know exactly what Iâm talkinâ about.â
âMaybe you should explain it to me,â You say, looking up at him through your lashes, âIâd hate for us to have crossed wires.â
He shakes his head, but you can see the twitch of his mouth upwards, âFirstly, this little number,â His hand waves at your dress, barely short enough to cover your ass, âAnd the way youâve been bendinâ over all night right when I happen to be lookinâ, sittinâ right next to me, the way youâre puttinâ your hands on my leg whenever you laugh?â You shrug in response, âDefinitely not the sweet girl I remember before you left.â
âThings change,â You offer, âNew perspectives and all that.â
âAnd those new perspectives make you wanna fuck this old man?â He asks, eyebrow raised.
âIs that such a crime?â
âCollege boys ainât doinâ it for you?â
âNo.â You reply simply, trying to keep your grin from blooming as he starts stepping towards you until you can feel the heat from his body.
Heâs looming over you, hands on either side of your body, caging you between his body and the sink. You look up, find his face close to yours and waste no time in pressing up onto your tiptoes to kiss him.
Itâs soft. Softer than youâd imagined from him - his mouth moving slowly against your lips as he presses his body flush to yours. You open your mouth against his a little, let your tongue trail over his bottom lip, hands reaching up to grip onto his t-shirt as his tongue meets yours.
You think you could stay like that forever, tasting him, but he pulls away, hands gripping your hips through the material of your dress to turn you around. Thereâs a brief moment where he presses himself against you, letting you feel the hardening of his cock against your ass, but then heâs gone, dropped to his knees behind you, tearing your panties down your legs to pool at your ankles.
Joel brings his palms to the naked skin of your ass, squeezing before he pulls gently, spreading you open with a low whistle from his mouth.
âDonât tell me youâre this wet from teasing me, sugar.â He says, leaning forward to press his mouth to the top of your spine.
Youâre about to respond when you feel one of his hands drop and then brush against the slick folds of your cunt, all you can do is watch yourself in the mirror as you tip your head forward and wait for whatâs coming.
You feel him run his fingers back down before one of them dips lower, dangerously close to your fluttering hole thatâs begging to be filled - and he knows it.
âSheâs desperate, huh?â He coos behind you, âPractically begginâ for someone to fill her up, ainât she?â
âPlease, Joel?â You breathe out, looking at yourself in the mirror, âI need it.â
âWhat do you need?â He asks with a tender squeeze of his other palm to your ass, âHuh? You tell me sugar and Iâll give it to you.â
âYour m-mouth,â You stutter out, âOr your f-fingers, anything Joel, please.â
âLike this?â He asks, and youâre about to ask what he means when you feel the warmth of his tongue lapping at you.
Heâs tasting you, lapping at your core where youâre seeping slick just for him, his fingers trailing up, finding that bud of nerves, gently circling as he drinks from you.
âOhhhhhh,â You sigh out in relief, taking yourself in when you look at your reflection, hair a little mused, skin slick with sweat already, âJust like that.â
You can feel his tongue pressing inside a little as his finger finds a rhythm of short gentle swipes across your clit - heâs got your knees wobbling already, making you flatten your palms on the marble sink to keep yourself upright.
âYou gotta be quiet, okay?â He says, pulling his mouth off you to speak, dragging his fingers from your clit, âYou make too much noise, Iâll have to stop.â
You hum in agreement, waiting to see what his next move is, which is to sink of of his thick fingers right inside your cunt and to lean forward underneath you enough so his tongue is moving against your clit. You have to bite down on your bottom lip to stop yourself from crying out - if thereâs one thing college boys donât do, itâs this.
Youâre not sure how long he stays down there, lapping at your clit and slowly moving that finger inside you, but you know youâd have stayed there all night if you could, teetering just on the edge until he felt like finishing you off.
Thereâs a whine that leaves your mouth when his lips leave you - the finger that was inside you also gone, but he swaps them again - soaked fingers rubbing at your clit whilst he literally sucks the wet from your cunt, like a man who has gone without water for months. The hand that heâs hand pressed to your ass cheek is gone too - you can hear him fumbling with his belt and the movement of material somewhere along the line too, then, heâs groaning into your cunt.
You turn your head a little, but you canât see him well enough to confirm what you think heâs doing - lapping at your cunt and circling your clit whilst heâs fisting his own cock.
âAre y-you-â You choke out, trying to keep your moans quiet as you feel the coil tightening in your tummy, âAre you touching yourself?â
Joelâs fingers continues its movement across your clit but his mouth leaves you, âCourse I am,â He confesses, âCouldnât help myself, sugar.â
âJust-â You trail off, a small, quiet moan slipping through the cracks of your resolve, âPut it inside me Joel.â
âNot yet,â He says, âGotta make you cum first.â
âMâclose,â You breathe out, pushing your hips back a little to get him to go back to what he was doing before, âPlease Joel, I wanna cum.â
âGo on then, baby,â He coos, tongue back to licking at your wet hole, âYou can let go.â
You feel your cunt pull tight and your knees buckle and your teeth bite down onto your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as his fingers expertly push you over the edge. You can feel your walls clenching around nothing, begging for him to slip himself inside you so you have something to clench around as the hot furl of pleasure drifts like electric across your skin.
âGood girl,â You can hear him murmuring behind you, âSo good beinâ so quiet like that.â
Youâve barely got time to recover before heâs standing up and pressing into you from behind, his lips wet and hot across the skin of your shoulder, a trail of wet being left from the drag of his beard where your slick has gathered.
âI donât have anything on me,â He breathes into your ear, teeth nipping at your earlobe, âYou got anything?â
You shake your head, âIâm clean though, I promise,â You speak softly, feeling him press his cock through your folds, âAnd Iâm on the pill.â
Heâs dragging his cock back through your folds, letting the head of it nudge slightly at your entrance, âYou let anyone else fuck you bare before?â His hot breath asks into your ear.
âN-no,â You confess, âOnly you.â
You can feel him press himself forward a little bit, feeding the tip of his cock into your cunt. Thereâs no doubt heâs big, bigger than youâre used to, but thereâs no ache, not even when he pressed his hips further forward until you can feel his skin against yours and heâs buried fully inside you.
âJesus,â He chokes out, âFuckinâ Christ you feel good.â
Joel brings a hand up to rest against your throat, but itâs only to guide your eyeline to the mirror in front of you. Heâs crowding behind you, hot and heavy against your back as he slowly starts to move, dragging his cock from your cunt and back in, chuckling against the skin of your cheek when you smile and giggle as the tip of him nudges at the very depths of you.
âYou look good like this.â He whispers.
âWe look good like this.â You counter, struggling to breathe a little as he picks the pace up, hips hitting into the meat of your ass on every thrust.
âWe do,â He smiles, dragging himself off you a little to rest his hand on the back of your neck instead, âYou like watching yourself get fucked, baby?â
You canât speak anymore, the angle of his cock brushing against something inside of you which has you struggling to keep yourself quiet, so you just nod your head and let him press you further down into the counter, holding you still with his firm hand on your neck as he really starts to fuck you now.
Youâre glad you can hear the music from the garden from here - means your dad has it turned up loud enough that no-one would be able to hear the squelch of your pussy on every thrust or the sound of your skin slapping together as Joel speeds up. It feels too good, you feel too full and you can feel that tightening coil again, feel the clenching of your cunt around his cock.
Looking into the mirror, you can see heâs in a similar state to you, his eyes angled down to watch his cock disappear into the heat of your cunt each time, sweat gathering along his brow. He sounds good too - small grunts on every thrust and a suck of breath whenever you constrict around him.
âOne more, baby,â He urges, âWant to feel you cum on my cock, okay?â
He shifts his position a little so heâs fucking up into you - head of his cock pounding against that spot inside you that only youâd been able to find until now. It makes your legs shake and you have to bite down on your fist when he makes you cum again to stop yourself from crying out - tears springing at the corner of your eyes, threatening to spill as he talks you through it, tells you how pretty you look and how good youâre being for him.
âMâgonna cum baby,â He warns from behind you, âWhere dâya want it?â
You have no sense in your head anymore, heâs fucked it from you thoroughly, so you say the first thing that comes to mind - beg him to cum inside you, to fill you up. Itâs safe, of course it would be, but youâre glad that somewhere in the haze of it all, heâs got more sense than you, pulling himself out of your cunt at just the last second, resting it against your ass as he spills across the skin of your lower back with a growl of your name on his mouth.
Thereâs silence as the two of you suck in breath to your lungs, letting your senses come back to you. Joel is quiet as he steps back and pulls his jeans back up to dress himself. He uses some tissue to clean you up, inspecting the hem of your dress for any stains he might have left before heâs dragging your panties back up your legs.
You have a try and fixing your hair, wetting your fingers from the sink to try and tame the flyaways, wondering if heâs going to walk away and leave you, but he doesnât, he just stands behind you and waits for you to finish.
âI hope that was okay?â He offers sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his neck when youâre done.
âI asked for it,â You smile at him, âIt was fine Joel.â
âOnly fine?â He asks with a raised eyebrow.
You chuckle and slap him playfully on his arm, âBest I've ever had,â You offer, âHappy now?â
âEcstatic,â He chuckles, moving to unlock the bathroom door before he turns back to you, âWe donât tell anyone about this, okay?â
You make a sign of a cross above your heart, âNot a soul.â
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MYSPACE 1.0 THEME REFRESH (originally by conkersradfurday, refreshed by unholyverse)
live previews: 1, 2 / download (pastebin)
hi! i've been using this old theme for years now because other myspace themes don't hit the same, but i've been tweaking a lot of it for personal use. i think it's been long enough since this theme has been abandoned that i can upload something that can handle itself better on modern tumblr.
main features
asks are formatted to look like myspace comments. fun!
four custom links
myspace buttons to follow, message, or block the blog owner
a bunch of info spaces so the world can know what you're about
extra font options
functional search bar (but this is tumblr so...semi functional?)
that web 2.0 ugly goodness
other features + info below the cut
new features
friend space - ever wanna show off your friends? now you can with the friend space to show off your top 8 9 friends on your blog. don't have enough friends? no worries, you can always toggle it off
image space - wanna put a bunch of blinkies somewhere? you'll need to have a bit of html and css knowledge for it, but you can go into the code and add as many images as you'd like. just look for the section and start pasting those images. it's a little tedious but tbh that's just the authentic myspace experience isn't it? but if that's not your thing, you can also toggle it off too.
tweaked/deleted features
had to delete the music player :( sorry but it used flash and i'm not really sure how to make a music player in javascript yet
added username input because it was annoying me that your title could be your name and it didn't make sense in most cases
deleted infinite scroll because the script was super outdated
added the ability to change the "online now!" gif. the original gif will always be in the defaults of the code.
changed the text post header font to verdana because it was impact and you could not fucking read that and it wasn't accurate to a myspace bulletin anyways
deleted the feature that force showed all the pages you made on your blog. so annoying. it will look a little weird if you have asks/submissions deactivated, but i doubt many of you using the theme will have them closed anyways
changed the dead links to redirect to the actual myspace site
extra recommended add-ons
scm music player: a customizable music player with tons of different skins and tons of songs you're able to add
unblue polls by @glenthemes: what it says basically; allows you to customize the colors of tumblr polls on your blog
cursors-4u.com: i love these dinky little cursors they're so fun. great if you really wanna lean into the 2000s aspect of the theme
cursor sparkles: what else is there to say about this they're just fun
notes
i plan on updating the theme semi-regularly if bugs are brought up and stuff (which you can tell me through my inbox)
hopefully i can work on extra tweaks as time goes on (such as figuring out how to add a footer image to videos, toggle tags, etc)
don't repost/claim as your own because it already isn't mine in the first place
like/reblog if you use!
update log
added a tags toggle + tweaked the video post sizes
made the "is in your extended network" status customizable to add different text. feel free to tell the world how many gas station boner pills you took
added an official theme link
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Paid Internship (Part 1)(Prison AU)
Author's Note: This is a Prison AU that the viewers of my blog seem to be pretty fond of. The main focuses for the romance parts will differ depending on the part, but for part 1, it's Liu, Jeff, and Toby. The reader is gender neutral and uses She/He stuff, but sometimes depending on what's going on I'll use stuff like Tits. Also, Sully will be in the fic, but I won't use his name. Pay attention to how Liu talks, they will be major differences between his first meeting and his interview.
Author's Note 2: This is definitely one of my longest and most plot heavy fics on my account. I do plan for this to be multi parter, so this part will be heavy on introducing the characters. This part will have some yandere moments, but they will be mostly prominent in part two. If you wanna be tagged for part two, leave a comment, or reblog.
Summary: Welcome to your paid internship at Roosevelt Federal Prison. After being seen for your potential and skills by your instructor at the Academy, he decided to give you opportunity of working in the US' most dangerous prison despite the disapproval and rejection from the higher ups. However, due to miscommunication and faulty paperwork, you're gonna up working with some of America's most danger serial killers for the semester.
Warnings: Descriptions of crimes, Rape Mentioned, Perversion, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Gore, Sadism, Violence, Implied Nudity, Kidnapping, Implied Abuse, Hostages, Death, Murder, Threats, Mood Swings, Sexual Abuse Implied, PTSD, Mental Illness, Dealings, Attempted Murder, Survivor's Guilt,Cursing, Sleep Deprived Workers, Stress, Agression, and More. This AU is not fo the faint of heart.
Word count: 13.5k
Links: {Masterlist} {Prison AU Introduction}
"Hey kid, you ready?"
You were taken out of your train of thought by your instructor and mentor, Officer Joseph Gibbons. Joseph was a man in his 50's, his once hazelnut hair now started to fade into a light grey, he was a man on the heavier side, plump like a mall santa clause, and despite his uniform being quite clean, it was covered in the smell of cigarettes and men's colone.
"...Not really. Are you sure I'm ready for this?" You asked, fiddling with the sleeves of your uniform.
"Ready? Out of the students at the Academy your the most ready for this. Any other Prison just wouldn't do you any good."
"Any go-"
"And we're here!" Joseph exclaimed, cutting you off mid sentence as he walked out.
You took a deep breath before walking out of the car. When you stepped out, you were greeted with heavy rain and loud thunder. As you looked up at the Prison, you felt a sense of fear hit you. It was like something straight out of a horror movie. The Prison was massive, you could probably see it from miles away if not further. Various plants were taking over the brick and metal walls, you could see officers walking around with flashlights, making sure nobody was trying to get in or out, two large guard outpost stood high on each side of the building, each of them blasting a bright light, and a large metal barbwired gate keeping whatever was inside from getting out.
"Joseph!" A voice yelled from the distance, causing the two of you to shoot your heads in the direction of the noise.
Whoever the voice belonged to, they were running towards the two of you pretty fast, waving their arms around like a lunatic.
"Esther, my dear friend. How the kids?" Joseph asked with a smile as he hugged the man.
Now that the man was closer, you got a better look at him. He had short red hair, a face full of a freckles, a small beard slowly starting grow in, and he was definitely younger than your mentor. He was maybe in his late 30's, early to mid 40's. He was in well shape too, his biceps peeking through the gaurd uniform he wore. He had a pistol, taser, and handcuffs strapped to his waist band on the right side of his body, meaning he was most likely right handed.
During your first year at the Academy, you were taught to see every single detail in a suspect or in a scene, no matter how small or big it was, and now you found yourself doing it like it was second nature at this point.
"They're good, they're good. Havent seen them for a while though, I've been stuck here all week! Now, where's this prodigy you've been pushing for?"
"Esther, meet Y/N L/N. Y/N, this is Officer Esther Wibbsy, I met when I first worked here. He's gonna be watching over you during this whole thing."
"Nice to meet ya, L/N," Esther said, sticking his hand out.
You shook his hand with a nervous smile, unconsciously gripping his hand hard in an attempt of letting out your nervousness.
"Dang, nice grip," He said, pulling his hand back.
"Thanks..."
As you pulled your hand back and wipped your sweat on the pants of your uniform, Joseph started to slowly walk back to the car.
"Your shift ends at 10AM tomorrow, you got this, kid! Remember everything I taught you and you'll be fine."
And as Joseph closed the door of the car and drove off, your only hope of backing out left with him.
"Don't worry, you're not going to be working with the actual dangerous ones."
"I'm not?"
"Walk and talk with me, I'll explain everything on the way."
You let out the biggest sigh of relief before following Esther.
"Roosevelt is divided into two sections. The section you're going to be working in is the normal prisoners. They're still extremely dangerous, but they're a lot more manageable then the others."
"The others?"
"The other section is what give Roosevelt it's reputation. You see, Roosevelt doesn't hold only people, we hold monsters, demons, supernatural beings that we didn't even know existed until we caught them. They're in the other section. The goverment put them here because they don't know what to do with them."
"Woah, so, how do you know I won't run into them?"
"That's the thing, I don't really know. To be honest with you, I think the only reason most of them are still here is by their own choice. Most of them are on death row, and if they really wanted to they can leave, especially Ben."
"Ben?"
"Huh? No I was just rambling..."
As the two got closer to the main gate, something caught Estherâs eyes.
"You see that random brick wall," Esther said, pointing to a wall that stood in the middle of the courtyard, starting from the building all the way until it hit the gate. From the angle you were at, you could just barely see a roof.
"Mhm."
"They're behind that wall. That entire half is their section. Most of the officers who work in that part have been trained specifically to work there and nowhere else."
You felt chills go down your spine as you stared at the wall. Something about it gave off a terrible aura.
"Who's staying in that part..."
"Have you heard of Jeffery Woods?"
"Yeah, Jeff the Killer? Slit mouth?"
"Yeah. That guy, is in that part."
"He's real? I thought he was just some urban legend from when I was a kid. His face was everywhere."
"Nope, he's real, and he's in there. Those pictures aren't what he actually looks like though, he's not that ugly. However, people like him are the reason why you're working in my part, it's a lot safer."
And as those words left his mouth, the two of you stood at the gate entrance. You and Esther walked up to the booth where a lady stood there with a tired, blank expression.
"Who's that?" She asked.
"The intern from Gullermary Academy. Joseph's student."
"Oh... Proceed."
Esther nodded as he opened the metal door and allowed you to walk in first. As you walked in, you were greeted with loud screams and banging from all directions.
"You'll get used to that," Esther said as he walked past you. "Wait in my office, I gotta go get your file from the boss." He then pointed to the door that had Officer Wibbsy written on a metal plate. "You can take any of the snacks, get comfortable because this might take a while."
"OK, thank you," You said, smiling.
Esther merely gave you a soft smile before walking off. Once he was out of view, you opened the door to his office and looked around. On his desk, you saw a picture of a woman smiling. She had freckles with long blonde hair. When you picked up the picture, you saw a date at the bottom.
"September 17, 2017," You read.
Was the woman dead? Or was it the date the photo was taken? Either way, it really wasn't your business. As you sat the picture back down, next to it was a picture of Esther with the woman in the photo next to him. The woman was wearing a white gown while Esther wore a suit, and in his arms was a baby girl wearing a little white dress and next to him was a little boy in a suit as well. Looking up, you saw his diploma in Criminal Justice and next to it was his certificate from the academy.
After taking a look, you plopped down on the chair and stared up at the ceiling. You weren't exactly sure what this internship had in store for you. When Joseph brought it up to you last semester, he kept it very vague. He'd often dismiss your questions and cut you off when you pushed it. You weren't suspicious however, since he was always like this when he tought you during your first year.
You wondered on what kind of prisoners you'll meet. Will you meet someone who was falsely accused and now is paying the price? Maybe you'll meet someone who has been in and out of jail and now is here. Due to your young curiosity, your mind just kept on racing with ideas. But suddenly, your phone began to ring.
Looking down, you saw the words "Mom's calling..." on your phone.
"Hello?" You asked.
"Hi sweetie, how are you?'
"I'm alright. I'm just waiting for my observer to come back with my stuff."
"Oh honey, I'm so proud of you! But, be careful, alright? I don't want anything happening to you."
"I will, mom, I will. You know how good I am."
"I know, I just don't want anything happening to my little girl/boy."
"I know. But, how are you doing mom?"
"I'm doing alright. Me and your father plan on taking a trip to Florida in the spring."
"That's great! Enjoying retirement I see," You said in a teasing tone, earning a giggle from your mother.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN?! THIS IS NOT WHAT HE SIGNED!" A voice suddenly yelled, overpowering the screams of the inmates.
"What was that?" Your mother asked, worried.
You stayed silent as you tried to listen to what was going on.
"I'll call you back, mom," You said, before hanging up.
You slowly walked out the room and looked down the narrow hallway, holding onto your gun tightly as you did.
"I'm telling you for the last time, this is what Joseph signed, his signature is right here."
"That is not what he fucking told me. I know damn well he's not stupid enough to put some barley experienced 24 year old in a room with this country's most dangerous criminals. As their observer, I can't allow this!"
You felt your heart stop when you heard those words come out from Esther's mouth. Despite your wonky confidence in your abilities, you were far from naive. You were not ready for this.
"Look, I'm just as unhappy about this as you are, Joseph is fucking stupid for signing this, but legally there's nothing we can do."
"I already told them that they were going to be fine, I won't even be able to observe them! Who's going to even teach them shit?!"
"I don't know, Wibbsy, I don't know. I can call Joseph and ask him what he wants up to do, but for tonight, they're working in the Creeps section, whether you like it or not."
Esther pulled at his hair and he looked at his boss with rage.
"If that kid dies because of this, I'm fucking done with this place, you hear me?"
"I hear."
When Esther walked out of the room, he was greeted by your shocked, frozen figure at the end of the hallway.
"You heard it, didn't you?"
"Y-Yeah..."
"Just... Shit... Take this and just, go straight down that hallway, and they'll take you from there."
"Uh...Ok. I'll see you later," You said nervously as you took your file and walked off.
Esther stared at you as you walked off, feeling a sense of guilt and responsibility consume him like water.
"Please don't die..."
The hallway to the other side was extremely narrow and costraphobic, you could feel the walls press up on you as your walked. One thing about the entire journey that disturbed you wasn't the leaking walls or the filthy floors, but it was the silence. Compared to the other section that was booming with noise, the closer you got to the second half, the quieter it got. You could only hear little whispers from behind the walls, but they were so quiet that you couldn't make out a word. The hallway was dark, dirty, and wet. You assumed that the rain from the storm has leaked through the walls and onto you. You could see roaches and even saw a rat run past you. You wanted to throw up. It was as if this place was abandoned.
When you got to the end of the hall, there was large metal door. There was no card scanner, or even a person standing in a booth.
"Hello? Hello?" You said, knocking on the door.
Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a short lady started at you with wide eyes.
You could only see the woman's head, but she looked as if she was held hostage for years. Her eyes were wide, as if she had been traumatized, her hair was a mess, her officer cap was barely covering her head, and her face seemed to be bruised.
"...Name..." The woman said, staring into your eyes.
"Y/N L/N. I'm the intern."
And before you could blink, you were grabbed and forced into the horrors that awaited you.
The lobby section was bright and white, similar to a hospital. However, there was no cameras, or an officer sitting behind the glass with a computer.
There was a metal door that stood in front of you, keeping from whatever was on the other side from getting out. Ingraved into the door were the words "Inmate Quaters."
"Let me see your file," The woman said shakily, taking the file from your hands.
"Um, are you OK, ma'am?"
"Me? Oh...I'm alright, I didn't get the worse of it."
"WE NEED SECURITY PERSONAL IN SOLITARY CONFINEMENT, BEN'S CELL 001 IMMEDIATELY, I REPEAT, WE NEED SECURITY PERSONAL IN SOLITARY CONFINEMENT, BEN'S CELL 001 IMMEDIATELY!" The woman's walkie blasted as she read your file.
Suddenly, a large group of men ran past the two of you, carrying guns and covered in riot gear.
"Um...Ma'am?"
"Hm?" The woman responded, not taking her eyes off your file.
"Who's Ben?"
"If you're not working on his case I can't tell you anything, sorry."
"Oh...Ok."
"Huh...The Woods... Rogers... Otis... Wright... Thomas... This... no, this can't be right. Are they fucking stupid?" The woman asked, looking up at you.
"I don't know, maybe?"
"OK, It's fine, it's fine! Who's on the roster for today... Rogers... Jeffery... Liu... At least you got Liu... Ok, follow me."
The woman walked towards the door that had "Inmate Quaters" written on it, beckoning you to follow her.
"Have you gone through your file?"
"No, I've only been for forty minutes..."
"Here, read it. Read the first three for now, the others you'll be working on at a later date."
Once the lady handed you your file, you started to read through it as the two of you made your way to the cells.
The file was the one of a picture of a man with pale skin, greasy black hair, a slitted mouth, and a crazed smile. He was a picture of his mugshot, eyes bloodshot with a large shit eating grin.
"Jeffery Woods. A man in his early 30s, arrested for multiple accounts of serial Murder, Mutilation, Kidnapping, Torture, Stalking, Vandalism, Arson, Breaking and entering, Parricide, Drug use and rape. He has the reputation of assaulting, mocking, teasing and harassing guards. Jeff is often in solitary confinement, but that doesn't stop him from his usual actions. Has to be kept away from Jane Elizabeth Arkensaw due to them activity starting fights. He is deemed one of the deadliest prisoners in our institution. During your internship, he will be one of the prisoners you'll be interacting to help sharpen your skills. He will by far be one of if not the hardest to interrogate. His case is still under investigation..."
You read the words on the paper with disgust. His smile, so deranged, so sadistic, as if he was talking a school picture, ignoring the lives of those he's ruined or taken.
"Be careful with Jeff, he likes pretty ones," The woman commented as you read.
"Wait, I have a question."
"Ask it."
"Will be looking into their case? Like, will I be doing interviews and looking at evidence?"
"Well, I'm not sure about evidence, their cases are gruesome, and the transcripts of victims' families interviews and the interviews of victims who survived are not pretty... However, I know you will be interviewing some of them, like The Woods and Rogers. Now keep reading, we're most there."
You nodded as you moved Jeff's paper to end and looked at the next one. The image was the one of a man with stitches. He had a blank tired expression in his mugshot, not sad or sadistic, but one of bordem. He had brown hair with bright green eyes, and just like Jeffery, he was pretty pale.
"Liu Woods, also known as Homicidal Liu. A man in early to mid 20s, arrested for Serial murder, stalking, kidnapping, robbery, breaking and entering, assault, and vandalism. Currently serving a a sentence of 50 years but has a chance of parole once he serves 20. Liu is the little brother of Jeffery Woods, and after Jeffery almost murdered him, he developed an alter ego named Sully. Lui is is relatively quiet, observant, possessive and violent. But his violence gets worse when he's Sully. Lui normally doesn't harm guards or prisoners unless provocted, but he has attacked them with no apparent reason on multiple accounts. Liu is one of the prisoners you will be seeing often due to you working mostly in his section of the prison, where most of the pastas are such of Eyeless Jack and Toby. Warning when dealing with Liu, watch your words and actions, DO NOT touch anything of his unless it's a danger to him or others, and don't ask him too much about his past due to it being his biggest trigger in becoming Sully. If you're dealing Sully, be extremely careful, don't make sudden moves and don't anger him. Sully is extremely violent, sadistic but oddly childish. Sully is supposedly a seven year old according to both himself and Liu, so treat him as an extremely dangerous child."
You stared at Liu's image for a few moments after reading the report. Him and Jeff barely looked the related besides in the eye shape and skin color. With mugshots alone, you felt as if your experience with the two brothers will be drastically different.
"Do you have any advice on Liu?" You asked to woman.
"No. He isn't too bad, just really, really quiet. But when he does talk, he's very charming. He's a man of few words."
You nodded in response as you placed Liu's file in the back and looked down at the last one. It was a picture of a man, messy brown hair, the right side of his cheek was missing, revealing his teeth and gums, his eyes held heavy bags as if he hadn't sleep for days, and his neck and hands were covered in bandages. His expression was a pretty tired one, his eyes were droopy as he stared into the camera, some of his hair covering his face as he looked.
"Tobias Erin Rogers. A man in his late 20s arrested for Serial murder, Torture, Vandalism, Arson, Stalking, Patricide, Breaking and Entering, Kidnapping, and suspected of multiple accounts of sexual assault but is yet to be confirmed. Currently sentenced to life in jail with possibility of parole after serving a minimum of 30 years. He suffers a handful of disorders and quite often causes trouble for both staff and other inmates. He struggled with controlling his emotions and his impulsive behavior which often leads to himself, inmates and staff to be harmed. Despite this, you will be interacting with him during your internship due to him being able to get a long with staff for a short period of time if he finds them "hot." Warnings, don't get too attached, don't believe most of the things he says, don't give or take anything from him, and don't let his suffering fool you. He has a history of using his suffering against others and actually led to him escaping when he was first sent here when he was 19, and they didn't capture him again until last year when he turned 27."
"WE still don't know much about Rogers," The woman said as she stopped walking, causing you to bump into her.
"Oh, sorry," You said, backing away to give her some space. "But, why is that?"
"He hasn't told us jack shit. He hasn't told us about his motives or his past, the only things we know is the murders he's rambled about in past interviews. Since you two are pretty close in age, maybe you got a better shot then we do," The woman responded, opening the door that led to the door of the inmates quarters.
When the woman opened the metal door, there was a massive wall of metal and glass. It was a look in to see the inmates, and luckily it was a one way mirror.
"This is where the inmates sleep and spend most of their time. They don't leave this area unless they're sent to solitary confinement."
As you looked through the glass, you saw two men sitting next to each other against the wall, and above them on the second floor were two women talking.
"The two men on the bottom are Timothy Wright and Brian Thomas. You won't be meeting them for a while, but they're on your roster."
"How bad are they?"
"Depends on who you're asking."
"And above them is Jane Elizabeth Arkensaw and Natalie Outlette. Jane is definitely one of the most well behaved inmates we have here, hell, she shouldn't even be here..."
The woman continued to explain the operations and how things functioned in the Prison.
"Inmates eat breakfast at 4AM, and they don't eat again until 11:30 for lunch. After breakfast, they have freetime to do whatever they please, they don't get jobs or specialties like the other inmates. We tend to leave them to their devices under close observation."
You took a look into the inmate quarters and noticed that the man with short black hair was staring directly at you. He held a blank expression as he stared through your soul. You felt your blood run cold as he stared you down with his cold, emotionless eyes. You saw the man next to him look at him with amusement before telling him something, which cause the man to take his eyes off you and look at the other man with rage. You watched as the man yelled at him, but due to the noise canceling effects the room you were in had, you only saw the movements and gestures, no actual words.
"Ma'am, are you sure they can't see us?" You asked as you slowly turned your head away from the scene.
"Positive. Why must you ask?" The woman asked as she walked towards a door that read Officer Sarah Mandel.
"The man with the sideburns was just staring at me," You said, pointing to the man.
"Oh...Wright. he does that from time to time, ignore it."
"Uhhh, ok," You responded as you slowly turned your head away from the man named Wright.
"What time is it?" The woman asked.
"6:30 PM, why?"
"In 15 minutes you'll be interviewing Jeffery Woods," The woman said as she began to walk into a room.
When you were about to follow her, she walked back out with a piece of paper in her hands. She then rubbed her eyed tiredly before handing you the paper with a yawn.
"You ok, ma'am?"
"Yeah...Just tired, I've been working 18 hours and I don't go home till 10. Now, ask Jeff the questions on this paper, don't go off script. If he tries, redirect him, donât give him a chance to get off topic. Now, he says some pretty perverted and weird things, ignore it and you'll be fine. An officer will be waiting outside the door, and there's a button under the table to notify him to come in. There will also be another officer with you in the room since this is your first time. Got all that?"
"Yep! So uh, where the place I'll be interviewing him?"
"Follow."
You and the woman then walked deeper into the area you in, going past the inmates quarters and going through a door that read 'Interigation Roon, Level 4 and up.'
As the two of you walked, you decided to read some of the questions on the paper. Most of the questions were ones you've seen at the Academy. Stuff like, 'Why did you do what you did?' And 'Did you know your victims?' And so on and so forth. Some of the questions were more detailed though. One in particular asked 'At the scene of one of your crimes, we found a dog next to a door that was locked. When we tried going through the door, it killed two of our best officers. What was behind that door, and who was that dog?'
You remember when you were younger, this image of a dog with a crazed smile was circling around. Some said it was cursed, others said it was some urban legend. But, you picture the image in your head, and you look down at Jeffrey's wanted photo, you couldn't feel like that was connected to him somehow.
"Alright, you'll be in room 899 for all of your interviews, keep that in mind. Now, they'll be here in 5 minutes with Jeffery, you ready?"
"Yeah, I think so," You said as your hands and legs shook with nervousness.
The woman let out a light chuckle before putting her hand on your shoulder with a smile.
"You're gonna be ok, kid. It's you first day, and you're already working with some dangerous people, but it comes with the job. You'll get it no time."
"Thanks, I appreciate it," You said as you took a deep breath and walked into the room.
The room was small with bright lights, two cameras on each side of the room, clean white walls, and a table with a chair on each side in the middle.
You sat down on the chair facing the door and pulled at your uniform to fix any wrinkles or badges that were out of place. You opened the folder and took out Jeffery's paper before placing the folder under your chair.
"It's ok, Y/N. He isn't going to do anything," You said to yourself as you looked down at the papers.
Suddenly, you began to hear footsteps and the sound of chains walking towards you.
And then, the door opened, and you were greeted with a sight that gave you chills.
A man, so tall that could barely fit through the doorway. His hair was long and greasy, covering his face as he looked down lifeless. He was pretty skinny too, that inmate uniform he wore being quite baggy on him. Covering him were chains, his hands were cuff and his ankles were chains together as well. You couldn't see his face, but you could see his eyes. His eyes were bloodshot and wide, staring at you with insanity and rage.
You did your best to keep your stone cold expression, but you couldn't hide the deed of sweat that rolled down your brow as he got closer to you.
The two officers that brought him forced him down of the seat before tying him to the chair tightly.
"That's a bit much, don't you think?" Jeffery said, turning his head to look at the male officer. He had a massive grin on his face as he asked the question in a joking manner.
"No," The male officer said coldly before walking in the corner.
The female officer looked at you with a nod before walking out and closing the door behind her.
Now, in the first semester of your second year at the Academy, it was mostly focused on interagation and the art of the mind. You were told to remain calm and composed at all times, but don't be too serious as well.
Joseph said people are less likely to comfortable and truthful when you make yourself appear as stone cold serious or far too casual. He said to find a balance, make them feel comfortable, maybe joke once or twice, but make them aware that this is serious.
"So, how are you doing, Jeffery?"
Jeff then shot up and slowly turned his head to look at you. His face was neutral, but the nasty scarred smile on his face did give you goosebumps.
"Jeffery... I haven't been called that in a while."
"What are you called then?"
"Jeff."
"Well, Jeff, how are you doing?"
"Shitty. I've been stuck in solitary all fucking month!"
"I'm sorry to hear that."
When you going the ask why, you remembered that the woman told you not to go off script. You took a glance at the officer in the corner before peeping down at the paper.
"So, Jeff, you've been charged with a books worth of crimes, and you've been on death row since December 25, 2014. We've had you in this place for a few years now, but you still haven't told us why you did it."
Jeff stared at you before scoffing and rolling his eyes.
"Same old question! How many times do I have to tell you fucking people. It was fun! Stalked a few people, kidnapped some, fucked the pretty ones, and at the end of the day all of them would be fucking dead," Jeff said with a grin, his eyes slowly starting to move down to your tits.
"Hey! Eyes up here," You demanded, snapping your fingers to get his attention to your face. "I'm here for answers, Jeff, not to be your eye candy."
"Awwww," Jeff moaned, giving you a pout.
"So..." You said, looking through his file. Jeff looked at you boredly as he yawned and leaned back into his chair. In the corner of your eye, you saw the police officer in the corner give Jeff a glare.
"A girl...oh. A girl went missing right before your arrest, her name was Abbie Grace, 21 year old college student. We haven't found her since and evidence is pointing towards you. Does the name ring any bells?"
"Abbie...? Nope! Not at all," Jeff answered, a strange optimistic tone laying in his voice.
After those words left his mouth, you pulled out a picture of Abbie. She had long pink and blue hair with pale skin and bright blue eyes. Her face was covered in freckles and her eyes had a shine to them. She seemed friendly and kind, her bright smile showing off her dimples and crooked teeth.
"Does she look familiar?"
Jeff leaned forward and looked at the photo. He paused for a few moments before realization hit him.
"Oh! Candy Head."
"So you do recognize her?"
"Yeah."
"What happened to her?"
"Heh, I don't know. I was told to kidnap her, not kill her."
The word told caught your attention immediately, and it seemed to catch the other officer's attention too. Nothing in his file said anything about a boss, it was said that he worked alone, a solo act.
"Told? By who?"
"Eh, I don't feel like telling."
"Jeff."
"What? Suck my dick first and maybe I'd tell you."
"You're not getting anything out of him, rookie," The other officer said, letting out a sigh.
"Well, what'd you do with her while she was with you?"
"Hmmm, well, She was definitely an ugly crier. She would always cry and cry, the bitch even tried to kill me with a butter knife," Jeff answered before laughing at the girl's attempts to escape.
"Hm. Do you remember you remember the last thing you did to her?"
"She did have a pretty face, and a fat ass," Jeff said before his eyes glazed over with lust as he reminisced. An errie smile continued to grow on his face as he contiued his thought. "She was the whole package, and I wasn't going to ler a girl like that go out easy."
You knew what he meant, his file didn't lie one bit, the guy was a fucking sadist.
"After fucking the bitches brains out, I gave the her to Toby."
"...Toby? Is he your partner?"
"Partner? You're funny! As if I'd work with that retard. if you wanna know what happened to her, ask him."
"You are aware that makes you an accomplice?"
"Like I care."
"And you do know that can make your stay here a lot longer, post poning your death sentence to look into your case further."
"If looking at your body means staying here, I'll stay."
"Well, I guess that's where our talk ends for today."
You then stood up and walked out of the room, leaving the officer with Jeff. As you walked off, Jeff stared at your ass, feeling a grin creep onto his face before the officer pulled him out from his seat.
As you walked out, you saw the lady from earlier waiting for you, drinking a red bull as she leaned against the wall.
"How'd it go?"
"Better than I thought... But he's, weird."
"Weird as in perverted? Yeah, we know. What'd he tell?"
"Well, I asked him about Abbie Grace, the 21 year old, and apparently he didn't kill her."
"Really? What did he do?"
"Well... He kidnapped her, raped her, not sure how many times though, and then gave her to a guy named Toby."
"Has to be our Toby," The woman mumbled before taking another sip of her red bull. "Did you ask him anything else?"
"No, just getting those answers were difficult."
"Pity."
RING!
"ALL PERSONNEL, PLEASE REPORT TO THE CAFETERIA FOR DINNER!"
"Welp that's us, let me tell you how this is gonna go," The woman said as she pushed herself off the wall and began to walk.
"The most dangerous and chaotic parts of the day is Lunch, Breakfast, and Dinner. All the pastas normally stick to their groups or by themselves, but during these parts of the day they're all trapped together like sardines. Fights breakout, stealing, and just too much shit goes on. When you're assigned your spot, stay there. If any of them try to get a reaction out of you or try to bother you, don't react. They're not your average criminals, and since they've never seen you before, that's definitely gonna happen today. Stand strong, stay quiet, and observe. Cops like us are merely meang to supervise them, not stop them, that's what Security is for."
"So, is that all I gotta worry about mainly?"
"For right now, yes. And don't leave the cafeteria until lunch is over. Some of them like to sneak out, and let's just say cops who wondered off, weren't found the same way they left. May that be mentally, or physically."
"Oh... So, stay in post, stay quiet, and don't leave."
"Yep, you pick up fast."
"Thank you, Officer...?"
"Mandel. I guess I never told you name, my apologies," Officer Mandel said before taking a another sip of her red bull, "Its been a long day."
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The moment the two of you walked into the cafeteria, you were met with a loud wave of noise.
"Shit, is it always this loud?" You asked Officer Mandel, who nodded her head in response.
The two of you then walked over to one of the security guards.
"Jesus! You look like awful, Sarah," The guard said with concern.
"I know right. Newbie needs their post."
"Oh, you see that guy over there," The guard said, pointing to a guy with stitches in the corners of his mouth.
"Yeah."
"You're posted in the front of the door behind him."
Looking at the man closer, your eyes widened with realization.
"Is that-"
"Liu Woods? Yeah, good luck," The guard responded before Officer Mandel slapped the back of his head.
"He's not that bad, don't listen to him."
Nodding in response, you took a deep breath as you walked towards the door.
All the inmates were divided into their respective groups. The two men you saw from earlier were sitting at their own table, but a man with part of his cheek removed was sitting with them as well, arguing with the one known as Tim.
"For the hundredth time, it's not my fault the bitch ran away!"
"You sure? Cause last time I checked, she was you last."
"*FUCK YOU* Whatever, Tim. The bitch most likely dead anyway."
You made sure to note that in your head for later. Tobias Erin Rogers, he was listed on your roster, and based on Jeff's info, you'll be meeting him very soon.
When you passed Liu to get to the door, you felt the atmosphere shift. It hit you like a truck, your heart raced as you took at glance at him.
His skin was so pale that he could've been considered sick. Since Jeff was paler than him, you just though it was family trait. But, the stitches on his face and hands made you think otherwise. In his file, it did mention that Jeff tried to kill him. An injury from the incident was mostly likely the cause for his apperance, but you kept your theories to yourself.
Much to you surprise, dinner went by pretty smoothly. But, you couldn't help but grow curious on why so many guards were coming in and out of the cafeteria. You knew better than to let your curiosity take over, but through dinner it became harder to fight.
"Something bothering you?"
Flinching at the voice, you looked down towards Liu, he was looking at you with a tilted head.
"What? Of course not."
"You sure? I ain't telling nobody," Liu persisted as he fully turned his body towards you.
You knew better than to respond, much to Liu's dissapointment.
"You interviewed my brother eariler, right?"
"Who's asking?'' You asked saracastically as you avoided eye contact.
"Me, who else?" Liu answered bluntly, a slight bit of attitude hidden in his tone.
"I don't know."
There was a moment of silence as Liu followed your eyes, realizing that you were looking at the cafeteria doors.
"The doors, huh?" Liu whispered to himself as a grin grew on his face. "You know, past those cafeteria doors is Solitary."
"Ok, why would I care?"
"Why would I care," Liu mocked.
"Jesus, just like his brother..." You thought as you rolled your eyes in annoyance.
"Hey, can you do me a favor?"
"No."
"It might benefit you," Liu said in teasing manner.
You didn't say a word, but you did raise an eyebrow with interest.
"Jeff stole shit from my cell before he got sent to solitary. You convince him to give me my shit back, and I tell you what I know about Candy Head."
"Candy Head?" You asked confused before realization hit you. "You have something to do with Abbie Grace's case?"
"Nah uh, uh, uh, get me my stuff back first," Liu answered bluntly, sending you a glare.
Something wasn't adding up. Jeff told you that he gave Abbie to Toby, but how did Liu fit into any of this? Maybe her disappearance isn't as cut and dry as you thought.
Looking around, you let out a sigh.
"I'll think about it."
Liu nodded his head in understanding before turning back around.
"Wait. How'd you know I'm on her case?"
"Stuff. First."
Letting out a groan, you lightly flinched as a loud ring echoed across the room.
"DINNER'S OVER! BACK TO YOUR CELLS!"
As the inmates got rallied up, Officer Mandel walked up next to you.
"So, how'd it go?"
"I don't know what that file said, but Liu is anything but charming. It was like I was dealing with Jeff all over again, just without the pervsion."
"You sure it was Liu?"
"Hm? What you mean?"
"You'll see. Now, the inmates are getting brought back to their cells, but our job isn't over just yet," Mandel said before beckoning you to follow her. "You'll be interviewing Toby in an hour or two, until then, I need you to look over the testimonals of their previous victims who survived."
"Their?"
"You said Jeff didn't kill her, right?"
"Right."
"So, there's the chance that Toby did. Toby didn't work alone, he worked with those two guys we saw earlier. I want you to get familar with their methods, and I want you to understand this very clearly," Mandel said before stopping in her tracks. "These people are dangerous, they will hurt you if given the chance. After today, you're not gonna have another officer in the room with you. I best not find out that you got hurt because you wanted to be fucking stupid."
Placing a hand on your shoulder, Mandel looked at you with a look you couldn't decscribe. "You're young, and you got so many years ahead of you, so listen to my advice. Listen to the files, and don't ever, I mean ever, go into solitary. I saw you looking at it earlier so I'm shutting the idea down now."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Wonderful. Now, while you were interviewing Jeff, I decided to hand pick the evidence and testimonials that mostly involved Toby. You're not going to meet Brian and Tim for a while, so don't worry about them."
Nodding your head, you looked at the door labeled "Intern 1."
"Oh, and heads up. The voice recordings are really dark, so, good luck," Mandel whispered to you before patting your back. "I'll get you when Toby's ready."
"Ok."
As Mandel left you alone, you took a deep breath as you opened the door.
The room was bright and clean, a decently sized desk placed in front of you with a computer on it, but it was also covered in various files. In the corner was an old box TV with a VHS and CD player, with a chair placed in front of it.
The room wasn't bad by any means, but it gave you an odd vibe.
Taking a seat at the desk, you decided to look at the different files.
Most of them were detailed descriptions of various crimes scenes related to Toby or the proxies in general, but under all the files was a VHS labeled "Elizabeth Todd's Testimony."
Since you didn't want to spend lord knows how long reading papers, you stood up from your seat and made your way to the TV, placing the VHS into the player before taking a seat infront of the TV. The TV took a while to process the cassete, but once it did, a woman appeared on the screen, the date April 26th, 2008 resting in the top right hand corner.
The girl looked about 19, dark skinned with big curls rounding around her face, fairly skinny but you weren't exactly sure due to her hoodie covering most of her frame, but the thing that you took notice of the most was her eyes. They lacked any sort of life, giving you an uneasy feel as she stared past the camera, implying that someone was in front of her.
"Your testimony will be recorded and kept for evidence, would you like to remain anonymous? If not, please state your name," A light voice said behind the camera.
Pausing for a few moments, the girl looked down to her hands before looking back up to the officer infront of her.
"My name is Elizabeth Todd," The girl started, her voice meek and low as she spoke.
"Would you mind telling us what happened on the day of the incident?"
"...It was my freshman year of college. I didn't know anyone, but I made some friends within the first semester."
Leaning back into your chair, you took notice of Elizabeth's body language. She fidgeted with her hands as she spoke, and always kept her gaze down, rarely looking up at the officers. She appeared nervous. You decided to keep note of that as she continued to speak.
"When spring break came around, me, Lilian, Austin, and Kevin decided to take a camping trip in tye woods near our campus. We took a bunch during the fall so we were pretty familiar with the area. But, when it came to us planning the trip, I always felt like something was going to go wrong..."
Elizabeth's voice cracked as she spoke, causing her to swallow her spit as she shook her hands, trying to keep her composure.
"Nobody listened though, saying I was paranoid even though we went there countless times before. So, we went anyway. Kev and Lilian were setting up a fire while me and Austin were setting up tents. Austin and I were dating at the time, so when Lilian and Kev weren't looking, we wondered off."
Snapping her fingers, Elizabeth continued.
"Austin and I were making out against a tree not too far from our campsite, fucking in the woods was on our spring break bucket list after all. But, before we could do anything I felt my heart drop. You know that feeling when you know something is wrong but you just don't know what?"
"Yes, I've felt it countless times while on patrols," The officer responded, which helped in calming Elizabeth's nerves.
"Well, I got that feeling. We stopped and looked around but nothing was there. But, it was really quiet, no crickets, no owls, just silence..."
Elizabeth paused, pulling at her sleeves as spoke, her eyes starting to water. "It all happened so fast..."
"It's ok, your words will help us in bring your friends justice," The officer said softly, placing a hand on Elizabeth's.
"Next thing I knew I was running. Austi's blood was all over me, but I don't remember what happened. Once I got back to the campsite, Kev and Lilian were roasting marshmallows at the fire..."
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"Done fucking, yet?" Lilian teased as she placed her marshmallow on her cracker, turning around with a cheeky grin.
But, that grin quickly fell as her eyes fell on Elizabeth, wearing only a T shirt as blood stained her body.
"What happened...?" Kevin asked, eyes wide.
"He's gone...," Elizabeth responded, looking down at her blood stained hands before looking back up at the two. "We gotta leave. Now."
Without asking anymore questions, Kevin grabbed the keys to the car as Lilian helped Elizabeth stand.
"Are you hurt?" Lilian asked as she walked with Elizabeth.
"He's gone, Lily...He's gone."
"I know, I know."
"Lily, call the cops, tell them what's happening!" Kevin said as he led the group, flashing his flashlight at any sudden noise.
"Once we get to the car," Lily said.
But, Lilian and Elizabeth watched as Kevin's flashlight fell to the floor, being followed with the sound of a loud thump.
Lying infront of them was Kevin's body, a hatchet cutting through the middle of his head as he stared at the two.
"No no no no no no no," Lilian mumbled as she gripped on Elizabeth, backing up slowly as she did.
"BULLSEYE!" A cheerful voice yelled.
Stepping out from the bushes, a man with bright orange goggles appeared in the light, taking the hatchet out of Kevin's skull as he admired his work.
"Big guy aren't *KOO KOO* ya? No *SUCKY* wonder you were so easy to hit," The man stuttered out, his head twitching from side to side as he joked, the loud cracking of his neck echoing throughout the forest.
Frozen in shock, Elizabeth looked towards Lilian, who was just as frozen as she was.
"Damn... You two sure *WOW* are pretty," The man spoke, turning his attention towards the two girls. "I've never *SHOO* had a girlfriend before," The man continued before his gaze darkened, his body language becoming more hostile as he took out his other hatchet. "Mind giving me a chance?~"
Without wasting a moment, Lilian grabbed Elizabeth's hand before running off, causing the man to chase after them.
"We gonna split up," Lilian said.
"Huh?"
"It's better if at least one of us survives. You go left, I go right. We're going to have to get Kev's keys and phone."
"No, no please."
"It's fine, if I don't come back, leave without me. Now go!"
Lilian quickly ran to the right, jumping over a few bushes in the process. Hesitating, Elizabeth stumbled over a few branches as she ran the left, separating the two.
"Jeez, are they *KOO KOO* really that stupid?" Toby mumbled, tapping his chin with his hatchet as he looked both ways. "Tits or thighs...tits or thighs... Tits," Toby declared, looking to the right.
Running through the woods, Elizabeth saw the light from Kevin's flashlight in the distance. Picking up speed, Elizabeth felt her heart drop as Lilian's screams echoed throughout the woods, causing bird to fly up from their nest as it echoed.
"Lily," Elizabeth mumbled, staring in the direction of where Lily ran. "No. Get the keys, get the keys."
Standing over Kevin's body, Elizabeth felt nausea fill up her body as she examined his features. His once bright brown eyes now laid dull, staring at Elizabeth as his mouth laid open. Searching his pockets, Elizabeth felt a chill go down her spine as she caught a feel of his skin, painfully cold.
"I'm sorry Kev, I'm sorry," Elizabeth repeated as she pulled Kevin's keys and phone from his pocket. "I'm so sorry."
Standing up, Elizabeth decided not to take the flashlight, not wanting to risk being seen by the man who was chasing them.
Saying one last goodbye to her friend, Elizabeth ran in the direction of where their car was parked. But, as she ran, she could hear the sound of twigs being snapped.
The sounds came in short but consistent burst. He was following her, mocking her.
"I can see you~" Toby teased, letting out a chuckle as he watched Elizabeth stop for a moment.
Brian would always scold Toby for wasting time on victims, saying that too much time on one could lead to another escaping. But, Toby never listened. Having been a proxy for only a few months, the bosses were starting to grow quite fond of him, much to Tim's dismay.
But, this task was different. This was his first solo mission, and a surprisingly easy one too. Stalk the campers, kill them, dispose of their bodies, and go back to the cabin, easy, right? Well, maybe he should've listened to Brian's advice.
The moment Toby spoke, Elizabeth booked it, running much faster than she normally did.
"Fuck, *LOOKIE* she's fast,"Toby mumbled, chasing after her.
Reaching the car Elizabeth shakily pulled the keys out from her pocket, attempting to open the car door as Toby gained on her.
"Please-please-please, God please!" Elizabeth begged.
As the door opened, Elizabeth quickly jumped in, slamming the key into the holder as the car started up.
But, just before she could slam on the gas, a hatchet was flown as her window, causing glass to shatter on her. Luckily, the hatchet didn't touch her, her dodging just in time for it to land on the seat next to her.
Looking up in horror, Elizabeth watched as Toby appeared from the woods, out of breath as he came into frame. But, in his hand was Lilian, blood dripping from her body as Toby held her by her hair.
"Lilian...," Elizabeth mumbled.
Toby then tilted his head as he lifted Lilian's arm, waving it side to side with a sadistic grin.
She wasn't dead, not yet at least. Her chest was rising and falling slowly as Toby forced her to wave. But, blood was covering her face and neck, coming from the top of her head where Toby banged the handle of his hatchet into.
Staring at the two, Elizabeth came back to reality as quickly as she fazed out of it, slamming on the gas.
As she drove, in the corner of her eye she saw a piece of paper tied to the hatchet. Taking a look, she felt her blood run cold.
"If you survive, don't tell anyone what you saw. You'll see what happens if you :)"
She should tell the police? Lilian was still alive when she left, sure there was blood all over her, but maybe if she called the cops she could make it. Or was it too late?
Looking at Kev's phone, Elizabeth made her choice.
"911, what's your emergency?"
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"Elizabeth? Elizabeth? Fuck, fuck," The officer said as Elizabeth's head slammed into the table, not responding for five minutes before her head fell.
"JOHN, GET A MEDIC!"
The interview stopped there, but the tape continued.
"Elizabeth experienced a seizure during her interview, dying shortly after. But, evidence at the crime scene helped is in determining a series of events," You read as words appeared on the TV. "The bodies of Kevin Howard and Austin Brown were found. Kevin was found with a gash in his head while Austin was found with his head cut clean off. Lilian Smith's body has yet to be found at the time of this recording."
Then, the video finished.
The interview didn't tell you much about Toby's personality, but it did give you a glimce into his cruelty. You decided to use this case as a baseline for the other files you would be looking into, wanting to find common patterns in his crimes and how he picked his victims.
Standing up, you took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for the deep dive you were about the take.
After an hour and thirty minutes, you were able to figure out common themes in Toby's crimes, and in two, you were able to get a solid idea on his behavior and personality.
You filled up three pages in your notebook with notes on Toby.
It seems that the proxies in general were very diverse in their victims, some of them being normal civilians while others could be big shot politicians or businesses owners. Toby in particular seemed to mostly target people in their early to late 20s, and most of them were normal civilians or low profiled criminals.
When it came to his behavior, a common theme was that many of Toby's male victims had much more brutal deaths than the women. Women's bodies were often found with a hatchet in the back of the head, or a gash in the side, but their deaths were often simple and quick. The men on the other hand were always found in almost unrecognizable ways. One body was found with his chest completely torn open, his intestines wrapped around his throat and blood smothered all over his face, a truly horrifying site.
The deaths in which his victims would have slowly started to give you ideas. It seems that Toby has some sort of vendetta against men, or more specifically, men with blonde hair. Men with blonde hair were often the ones found in unrecognizable ways. This was something that you would definitely do more digging on and try to get an answer when you're interviewing Toby. Now, you wouldn't say Toby has a soft spot for women, that clearly wasn't the case the more you looked into his behavior, but he did appear to be a lot more merciful and playful when it came to their deaths. Well, maybe not all of them.
You recall that in Toby's file that he would be more complient with people he found hot. Well, in a few cases, there had been women found days or even weeks after incidents. All of which were found dead and in horrible condition, implying that they were kept with him for a while. Maybe that was the case with Lilian.
Now, when it comes to Toby's personality, it's obvious he's mentally unstable. And his mood swings seem to be very self destructive. Often thrown into periods of mental exhaustion where he becomes a blank slate, too mentally out of it to bother with reality.
Despite being in his late 20's, it's been reported that he can be surprisingly teen like when it comes to his interest and some of his behaviors. In past interviews, he's expressed his love for sappy rom coms, and interest often seen in teenagers. It was something that you took interest in, and you decided to figure out if it was just how he is, or if there was a deeper issue at play here.
"Y/N," Mandel said as she opened the door, cutting you out of your train of thought.
"Yes Ma'am?" You responded, looking up from your notes.
"Toby's ready."
Nodding your head, you stood up from your seat and followed Mandel as she led you to the interview room.
"Figure anything out?" Mandel asked.
"A lot, actually. Figured out common patterns in crimes, and some stuff I would like ask hin about."
"Like what?"
"He seems to be much more aggressive men, blonde men to be more specific."
"Hmmm."
"May I ask you something?"
"Ask away," Mandel responded, opening another can of red bull.
"Do you know what happened to Lilian Smith?"
Mandel froze in place, causing you stop with her.
"Ma'am?" You said shakily, looking at Mandel with worry.
"I was on that case... Remember it well..."
"What happen?"
"A week after Elizabeth died, we found her body in a cabin nine miles into the forest... Her head was split in two, going into her neck," Mandel said, her voice shaking as she took another sip of her red bull. "She's the reason why we're trying to charge Toby with sexual assault, the way she was found..."
"Oh... I'm sorry for bringing it up, Ma'am..."
"No, no. It's alright, it's been nearly a decade. If we can officially charge him with it, the judge will be more willing to put him on death row."
Sighing in relief, you watched as Mandel stood up straight and continued to walk.
"I want to remind you, these guys are monsters. Be careful with Toby, he's a lot more unpredictable than Jeff. He might meek today, but tomorrow he could be wild."
"Advice taken."
"Anything else you figure out?"
"He doesn't seem to have a specific preference for victims, only a preference in death styles. I do find his treatment of women kind of interesting though."
"Why you say that?"
"Oftenly, his killings with them tend be more merciful, but, there's multiple times where they've been on the more gruesome side of things. You think I should ask him about it."
"I don't see why not, but don't ask him up front, a lot of the inmates are stubborn and aren't going to give you any favors."
Next thing you knew, you were in the hallway meant for interrogations. You weren't sure why, but the vibe was completely different than last time you were in the area.
"Room 111 is Toby's. Remember what I told you."
"Yes ma'am."
"Oh, also. After Toby, you're gonna be on your own for the rest of your shift. I'll check up on your every now and again, but that's about it."
"What? What am I supposed to do?"
"Look into your other inmates cases. You still Tim, Brian, Ben, Jeff, and Liu to look into. If you stay in your office, you'll be fine."
"...Ok."
Nodding your head, Mandel turned the corner, leaving you alone in the silent hallway.
"111...111...there."
Opening the door, the room was no different than the last one you were in. Table in the middle, a chair on each side, bright lights, nothing new. One thing you did notice was that this part of the prison didn't have any cameras, or computers. You thought it was just the hallways, but it didn't make sense on why they wouldn't be present in an interrogation room.
Taking a seat, you pull out your notebook, looking over the various notes you made. You considered asking questions, but then you remembered what Mandel said.
"Ask them the questions on the paper, nothing else."
You couldn't deny the sketchiness of it all. Yes, you understood why they'd be so strict with who they let in and what they'd ask, they are harboring America's most notorious serial killers after all, but some of the questions didn't even matter. Trying to gain trust is one thing, but asking complete bullshit is something completely different.
"Why did you do it? Stubborn my ass, he would never answer that," You mumbled, reading each question on the paper. "What do you like to do? What does that have to do with anything?"
But, you quickly fell silent as the sound of footsteps echoes in the hallways.
CLICK! CRACK!
The sound of various cracks and clicks could be heard. The cracking of bones made your neck ich, and the sounds of the clicks caused you to grind your teeth together. It didn't help that the sound chains could be heard as well, moving side to side with every click and crack.
Taking a deep breath, your back straightened as the door opened.
Stabding in the door was three figures, two police officers holding onto the man in the middle. The man held a bored expression, his head angled downward as he looked around with his eyes. Much to your suprise, he was much shorter than you thought, maybe around 5'5, 5'6 if you wanted to push it. However, you couldn't help but stare at the injury on his left cheek. Pieces of skin were ripped out, showing his gums and teeth to the world. Not to be rude, but you were kind of glad he wore a muzzle like mask.
When his gaze met up to yours, the two of you made eye contact for a few seconds. Within those seconds, you saw his eyes widen, his eyes softening for just a moment before switching back.
"Cute...," He whispered, tilting his head to the side as a grin slowly formed on his face.
"Quiet," One of the guards said as they sat Toby down, bringing his arms up in order to chain them to the table.
"I wasn't *WOWIE* talking to you," Toby snapped back, rolling his eyes.
"Thank you, I got it from here," You said, earning a nod from the officers as one of them left the room, the other one quickly prompting themselves into the corner. "Hello Toby, I'm sure you know why I'm speaking with you today."
"*CLICK* Yeah."
"So, how have you been feeling recently?"
"Terrible!" Toby exclaimed, an irrated look on his face as he mumbled under his breath.
"Why is that?"
"Hmmm, let me *KOO KOO* think. Oh, maybe because I'm fucking here! Would you be happy and shit if you got caught?"
"I'm not exactly sure."
"Liar."
"I'm no liar, Toby. Now, may I be able to ask you a few questions about your cases?"
"Does it matter?"
"...Uh."
You quickly turned your head to the officer in the corner, who nodded their head in response.
"Uh yes! Yes, it does matter."
"...Fine."
"So. Before you were arrested, did you ever know someone named Abbie Grace?"
"Abbie Grace... Colored hair?"
"Yes."
"Yeah, why?"
"We were informed that you were involved with her disappearance."
"...Snitch. *FUCK* He owes me big time," Toby groaned, leaning back into his chair as he looked up at the ceiling.
"Hey, focus. Can you tell me what happened to her?"
"What if I don't wanna?"
"It's not up for negotiation."
"Aw, look at you toughening up."
"He isn't gonna tell me anything, isn't he?" You thought, doing your best to hide your irration. "Well, Toby. If you don't tell us anything, we can't charge you, but, if, or when, we get evidence on you, you're punishment will be more severe."
As you talked, you noticed a shift in Toby's mood.
"And I'm talking death row, Toby. Death. Row."
"I could get death row right now if I felt like it. Do you honestly think these chains can stop me from bashing your head in? Or from taking his gun and shooting you in that pretty head of yours?"
That was the first time he didn't stutter on a single word. No sudden words, no sudden tics, clear cut.
"You're alive because I'm letting you live," Toby said coldly, his eyes lacking any emotion as he stared into your soul. "Isn't that fun!" Toby suddenly cheered, leaning over as he stared at you wide eyes, a strange amount of joy written on his face.
"...I don't think we have the same definition of fun."
"You're so boring..."
"OK. How about this then."
"Hm?"
"Talk about yourself. What do look for when choosing your victims? How do you treat your weapons? Go crazy."
Both Toby and the officer looked at you in suprise.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
"Uh... What about *FLOWER* me exactly?"
"What did you like to do when you were a kid?"
"...I was in and *CRACK* out of hospitals a lot... Whenever I was out, I would *LOOKIE LOOKIE* go play in the woods with my sister," Toby said. "I hated being home..."
There were two things you took note of. The fact that Toby has a sister, and that he didn't like being home.
"You have a sister?"
"Had."
"Oh... What was she like?"
"She was the best. *BIRDIE* She'd always take care of me, stop kids from picking *CLICK* on me...and always made sure I was ok."
"She seemed nice."
"The nicest," Toby said, his eyes softening as he dazed off. "What else?"
"How do see this...hobby of yours?"
"It's a job, not a hobby."
"Hm. What do you hate most about it?"
"My *CLICK* co-workers."
"Why's that?"
"Tim is always yelling at me about something. *COOKIE* You fucked up on this mission! You never shut up! Mehmehmehemehmeh! And *SHOOT* Brian is just there! Sometimes he gets on me too, and other times he's on Tim! *TICK TOK* Like hello, pick a side!"
To be honest, you were surprised by Toby's words. Back at the Academy, Gibbons would always remind you that every criminal was human, so they would and behave as one. Even though you were considered very skilled, sometimes you forget this simple fact, that even the smartest or most dangerous of criminals, can crack.
The way Toby described them sounded like a worker talking shit about their boss in an office. Now you couldn't help but wonder how Brian and Tim would describe each other.
"That seems annoying."
"Finally someone gets it!" Toby exclaimed. But, after he spoke those words, you watched as he slowky looked at you, a faint blush forming on his face as he sent you a smile. "You know what, I like you."
You felt a chill go down your spine as you stared at him. Yes he called you cute, but the way he was looking at you, you couldn't help but feel concern.
"Um. OK, anyways... Did you have any favorites?"
"Favorites?"
"Yeah. Whenever you did your job, did you have a set preference that you could follow or no?"
"Hmmmm... I hate open spaces. *WOWIE* The noise, the people, the attention... *FUCK* I hate it."
"That explains the locations. Maybe I can figure out a pattern in Toby's preferences that can give me more clues to Abbie's case."
"I've always liked the woods, especially the campers. They're always to unaware. *CHICKEN* I once killed a guy who was half way through fucking *FUCK* his girlfriend, oh you *CAN'T *should've seen her face when I bashed his brains in!" Toby exclaimed before moving his up into the air and quickly slamming them down into the table, looking you dead in the eyes with a manic expression, "Just like that! She had your exact face!"
Least to say, you were dumbfounded. This guy was energetic, loud, and manic, the way he talked about his murders held so much life, so much passion, so much pride. The joy in his voice almost made you forget that you were talking to a criminal, and a manipulative one too. Despite his tone, you couldn't tell if he was being genuine, or at least what everything he was saying was true. If he fell for your trick, maybe he wasn't as aware as Mandel said.
"Oh...um. Is that all?"
"Maybe, maybe not. I don't wanna talk anymore."
"Wait, we're not done yet, we still have to talk about Abbie."
Toby sent you glare as his body tense up, his once playful energy gone.
"I know you don't care about death row, but, if Jeff gives us more evidence against you, the judge may consider lightening his sentence, while you, will get a more severe one. Maybe not death row, but still worse than Jeff's."
"So you want me to snitch."
"I wouldn't say that. I don't really care who tells me what happened to Abbie, I just wanna know."
Toby stared off to the side, assumingly in thought.
"Getting Candyhead was an order from the boss...She's *OW* the daughter of a powerful business *CRACK* owner that didn't keep his end of the deal with the boss. So, he had Jeff capture her, and then Jeff *POW* gave her to me to keep her *WOW* hostage."
"Wait... She's?" You mumbled. "Toby, is Abbie dead?"
"I don't know who told you she was."
"Wait. If she's alive, then we have to look over everything!"
You turned around the officer in the corner, who was just as surprised as you were.
"Miss, who's the head of the Abbie Grace case?"
"Detective Adrea Banklin."
"Can I meet with her after this?"
"I'll have to see if she's right now."
"Ok. Toby, our interview ends here."
"Ok~"
Standing up from your seat, you quickly made your way out of the room, keeping the door open as another officer ran in.
"Abbie's alive. But, how? She's been missing for over a year, how can she survive that long," You spoke to yourself as you rushed to your office.
As you opened the door to your office, you rushed to your desk, pulling out the Abbie Grace file from your cabinet.
"OK, ok. Calm down, Y/N, calm down. I understand it's your first real case, but stuff like this happens, so calm down," You said softly as you took some deep breaths. "OK, OK. I don't even have all the files on Abbie yet, so what should I do now..."
Then, it hit you.
"Liu."
Looking into the hallways, you, quickly made you way towards the inmates quarters, making sure to hide from other officers.
"Oh my God, what am I doing, what am I doing? Mandel is going to kill me, Gibbons is going to kill me. But, if it's solve the case, it's fine."
The inmate quarters were dark. You could see figures moving around, but since it lights out, the power in the quarters was out.
"How am I even going to get in?"
"Intern."
"AH!"
Turning around, the officer from earlier was behind you, giving you a suspicious look.
"Oh, you scared me."
"What are you doing over here?"
"...Just wanted to look around."
"...mhm. Well, Banklin is here at the moment, but she's preparing to go home. She's willing to speak now, but she won't wait long."
"That's great! Can you take me to her, please?"
The officer merely nodded her head before walking off.
"Liu can wait," You whispered to yourself before following after her.
"She's at the end of the hallway."
"OK, Thank you, officer..."
"Cherry, Officer Cherry."
"Y/N L/N."
"Pleasure. Also, if you're gonna meet with inmates, be more discrete."
"...How did you-"
"Been there, done that. Got caught up in a deal with Ben, was his bitch for months...You learn a thing or two," Officer Cherry said before walking off, leaving you alone.
You quickly made your way to Banklin's office. Opening the door, you saw Banklin placing various files into a bag.
Banklin was a tall woman with long brown hair, she seemed quite put together despite the stressful work environment.
"Detective Banklin?"
"Hm? Oh, you must be the intern."
"Yes, um. I've gotten some important information about the Abbie Grace case."
"From?"
"Toby, ma'am."
"Rogers? That man is a bipolar punk, I don't trust a word that leaves his mouth."
"I cam see why, but he implied that Abbie is still alive."
Banklin froze as she looked up at you, dropping the file in hand.
"Alive?"
"Yes, when he was talking about her, he talked in a present tense, and when I asked if she was actualky dead, Toby said that he never said she was."
"...It does make sense, we never did find her body, " Banklin said, rubbing her chin as she looked at the floor? "But, we've never had a case where one of their victims survived for more than a month."
"I don't know if you've noticed, but Toby has a pattern of keeping women for long periods of time before killing them."
"I've noticed, but in each of those cases, they didn't live past a month on average when we conducted their autopsy."
"So we're just going go let this info go?"
"I'm not saying that, I'm saying it's unreliable. Toby is far from stupid, and he tends to withhold info. He claims that he'll 'never be a snitch'."
"This claim can change this entire case, Miss. Banklin. Even if Toby is lying, what if he isn't? He sounded genuine when he spoke, and if she's alive out there, why should we just wait and see?"
"Listen here. This is your first time working with these Motherfuckers, you don't know anything about them. We asssigned this case to you because it's still on going. If you fuck this up and put this case in jeopardy, you're internship is done. I don't care what Joesph says."
All you could do is stare at Banklin, frozen in place as she closed her bag. You couldn't deny the fact that you often get way over your head, maybe being labeled the best officer in the academy made you a little over confident, but you didn't want to just throw this possibility out of the way. You didn't have a solid conclusion to Toby's true behavior, you still needed a bit more time on that bit, but until then, you were going to trust a few of his words.
"I'm sorry, ma'am."
"Don't bother. Abbie's case is the last case we have regarding Jeffery. Listen to Jeffery's words before Toby's, Jeffery rarely lies to us."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good, now if you excuse me, I have a family to go home to," Banklin said, pushing past you so she opened the door. "Oh, also. Stick to what we assign you. We don't only want you to not fuck anything up, but it's also to protect you. Some of these cases are extremely classified and cannot get released to the public. I hope you understand."
"No, no I do."
"Good, see you in the morning."
Then, she was gone. You didn't even realize that you were holding your breath.
After meeting Banklin, you had come to the conclusion that no one was going to take your theories seriously. But, maybe there was someone who would.
Checking the hallways, you quickly dashed back to the inmate quarters. As you ran, you remembered a lesson that you had with Gibbons.
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"Wrong!" Gibbons said for the hundredth time.
"What?! How is that wrong? The suspect obviously lied!" You yelled, pointing down at the paper, "Look, you see the inconsistencies in her statements."
"Y/N, in this field, not everything is simple."
"Yeah, I know that."
"So... Let's look over this paper one last time," Gibbons said as he sat in front of you. "The detective is pushing the suspect. When under stress, people will either do two things. They'll either confess, or make someone hear what they want to hear. With this in mind, what do you think is going on here?"
Looking down at the paper, you did your best to come up with an answer. Before being put under stress, the suspect's story was adding up, but, the moment the detective put them under pressure, their claims fell apart.
"They're telling the detective what they wanna hear?"
"Nope!"
"What?! What do you mean no?"
"Before the suspect was put under pressure, their story was adding up perfectly with the crime, but, the moment they were put under pressure, everything fell apart. This tells you two things. 1, they're not alone. They're most likely being used to take the fall, explaining the perfect line up. And 2, they indirectly confessed that they were innocent."
"You got that from this alone?"
"When you're in this job for as long as I have been, you pick up on things quickly. But, this, situations like this is what makes solving cases so difficult. When you do your internship, I want you to keep this in mind."
"Keep what in mind?"
"If someone is willing to tell you info about a case, take it, especially if it's from a snitch. A snitch is more willing to throw their friends under the bus for than own gain, making them more reliable than a direct source. "
"What if I can't talk to them?"
"Find a way. Roosevelt is Big, many places to hide. Be smart, not crazy."
"So you want me to break the law?"
"If you can make look legal, than yes."
"...You're the worst cop ever."
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"Guess I'm the worse cop ever," You muttered, taking a deep breath as you stood infront of the door separating you from the inmates.
Looking to the right, you noticed a key pad with various numbers and letters.
"Shit... uh, how about, 1 2 3 4 5?"
"WRONG, 6 DIGIT CODE" was written in bold letters.
"Six digits?" You questioned, clenching your eyebrows togethers as you thought. "It can't be something simple, but what if it's so simple that people wouldn't even consider using it?"
Then, it came to you.
"Wait...Roosevelt Federal Prison, Creepypasta Ward? R F P C P W."
CLICK!
"Oh thank god."
Openng the door, you felt the atmosphere shift as you took a step into the room. Due to it being curfew, it was pitch black in the ward, leaving you to rely on the sounds of various voices.
"Shit, why did I do this, why did I do this? If I'm caught in here my internship is done. Can I get arrested for this? Probably. Well, too late now..."
You weren't exactly sure where to look for Liu. You weren't sure if he was on the bottom or top bit, or if he even had a roommate. You knew better than to turn on your flashlight, but, you started to feel the consequences of you actions. Maybe you should get you impulse under control.
Caught up in your thoughts, you failed to notice the figure creeping up behind you. However, you were able to hear the sound of faint breathing.
Whipping your head around, your gun was already in hand, but, the figure grabbed your wrist and covered your mouth, immobilized you.
Adjusting to the dark, you were able to make out a pair of green eyes. You weren't exactly sure if it was Liu, but, the feeling of stitches rubbing against your hand confirmed your suspicions.
"Liu?" You whispered, tightening your grip on your gun.
Liu remained silent as he stared at you.
"What do you want."
It wasn't a question, it was a demand.
"I'm accepting your deal. If I get whatever it is Jeff took from you, you'll tell me what you know about Abbie."
You couldn't see his face, but Liu looked down at you confused. What deal? He did recall slipping in and out of conciouness during lunch, sharing a few words with you before blanking out once more. But, his face quickly turned into annoyance as he imagined Sully interacting with you. The little bastard had to have made a deal with you.
"...Ok," Liu answered blankly, letting go of your wrist.
"What does Jeff have that you want me to get. "
Liu stayed silent for a few moments. What was it that Jeff took this time? One of his guns? Nah, he hates the noise. His bandages? Maybe. So, Liu only shrugged, much to your disappointment.
"If I get you whatever Jeff has, you'll tell me about Abbie, right?"
"...Yeah, yeah, sure."
"Promise?"
"I'm not saying it again," Liu said, sending you a glare.
You quickly shrieked back, nodding your head in understanding before sliding past him.
Feeling around for another key pad, you quickly entered the pass code. Squeezing through the door, you let out the biggest sigh of relief, but you quickly felt that relief be replaced with regret.
"I just made a deal with a fucking inmate," You said, your eyes wide in shock. "What kind of cop am I? Best at the Academy my ass..."
Little did you know, this was only the beginning. The start of your fall from grace.
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chapter two: tell no tales
roronoa zoro; 3,029 words; fluff and angst, enemies to lovers, slowburn, depressed!zoro, ship therapist!nami, dick!zoro bc he cannot process emotions, no "y/n", trauma bonding
summary: in which zoro starts to believe in ghosts
a/n: hi from the new blog friends! yes, i know it's a little confusing, but please bear with me !! this series is indeed moving to here to the new blog, but the masterlist will live on my old blog till i've got all the links up, and i can reblog onto the new one.
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The following hours are a blur of bodies and color, the setting sun bleeding out over the distant sky, the tiny island retreating in the distance as the Merry jolts along the choppy waves. Namiâs hand, Luffyâs arm, Usopp offering to take his midnight watch, Sanji pressing a bottle of something and a tray of riceballs into his hands.
Zoro drinks. And drinks. And drinks.
He drinks until the earth sways beneath him in ways heâs certain isnât just the rocking of the ship. He drinks until the sky pivots above him, seeping into the darkness of his little corner room. He drinks, and he sleeps.
And he dreams of you.
In his dreams, youâre vibrant and laughing, your cheeks full of color, your lips brushed in reds or pinks or purples. You offer him a freshly made mochi, your fingertips dusted in rice flour. He reaches out for it but just before he can take it, the tiny little sweet splits open to reveal a raw, bleeding heart.
Blood trickles between your fingertips, slicking down your arm like pomegranate juice.
Zoro looks up to find you smiling, but thereâs blood oozing down the sides of your face, collecting in the dip of your collarbones from a massive gunshot wound to the side of your head.
You cock your head, offering him the bloodied mochi.
âCâmon, take it! Everyone else got one!â
He jerks awake to a quiet knock at his door and Sanjiâs muffled voice from the other side.
âBreakfast, mosshead. Made your favorites â grilled mackerel and miso soup and rice. Iâll uh â keep it warm for ya, but not for long, okay?â
Zoro swallows passed the dryness in his throat, closing his eyes and pressing a hand to his face, shielding himself from the bright orange light seeping in from the little window in the corner. After a few more minutes, he swings himself out of bed, dragging his swords with him down the hallway into the kitchen.
Everyone is there, gathered around the hanging table, talking in whispered tones. They all go quiet when Zoro rounds the door, and Usopp clears his throat, leaning back with a forced lightness.
âSeems like weâll be hitting the next island soon!â he says, eyes darting towards Nami, who sighs and nods.
âYeah, itâs only a few more days till we get to the next island,â she says, glancing back down at her hands, âthen itâs straight up into the Grand Line.â
Zoro nods, dropping into one of the empty seats and pulling the only fully set tray of food towards him. He stares at the carefully arranged items â the fish grilled to skin-crisp perfection, the miso soup still hot enough to steam, the rice fluffy and sweet.
He picks up his chopsticks.
âGood,â he says, his voice too soft, âthe faster we get there⊠the better.â
Itâs strange, how Zoroâs never before believed in ghosts. But now, he sees the shadow of you in everything he does. In the swift swish of his swords through the air, in the flutter of wind in the Merryâs sails, in the rhythmic creak of the planks of the main deck.
He thinks of you, of the sadness that had flickered in your eyes the second before Crocodile (or Mr. 0 as heâs known in Baroque Works; theyâd since figured out his name and his ranking, but not much else) pressed the gun to your head and pulled the trigger.
He finds himself reliving the moment, sinking into the infinitesimal space between the breath and the gunshot; he searches it as if there might have been clues tucked in the way your throat had caught or the specific way your lashes had fluttered. He thinks, at least, you hadnât looked scared.
And maybe, that in and of itself is the mercy.
â â â
He sees you again in Mag Mell, a tiny jewel box island tucked along the edges of Paradise. Itâs an island of dreamers, of poets and painters, musicians and mystics, with wending streets papered in silver dust, and houses painted in dessert-bright colors, with pearl-gilded roofs, and golden-tipped steeples hung with glittering crystal bells that tolled by the passing hours.
People here sang easily and laughed freely, and itâs all Zoro can do not to look for you around the bend of every street corner, to jolt at every single peal of bright, unabashed laughter.
You wouldâve been so happy here â at least the you from his childhood memories. Guilt claws at his insides. He shouldâve done more â shouldâve tried harder to save you â
So when he does catch glimpse of you, the you thatâs been haunting all his all sleepless nights, he isnât sure if heâs actually dreaming. But how could he be? Theyâd just docked hours ago â with Sanji and Usopp off shopping for groceries, and Luffy plowing through the market for food, Nami doing⊠whatever Nami does in cities like these.
At first, he thinks its his eyes playing tricks â his subconscious toying with him in this place that seems so cruelly perfect for the you of his memory, as if his dreams hadnât been ruthless enough. But then, he hears your voice, and heâs sure itâs you.
He follows you down one twisting alley, and then another, the streets folding over one another like tributaries to a mother stream. Around the third bend, he loses you, and for a frantic moment, he finds himself spinning around himself once, twice, until a thin pair of arms slams him up against the far wall, painted a deep mahogany red.
âWhat part of donât follow me are you not understanding?â your voice is nothing more than a hissed breath, tight and angry and pleading, but itâs yours.
The next moment, Zoro has you flipped, pinning you to the opposite wall, this time in a blinding turquoise, his teeth bared, a sword poised at your throat.
âWho the fuck are you?â he asks, forcing out the words, his heart a wild, untamed thing beating in his chest, hard enough to sting. His eyes are too wide, searching your face desperately as if looking for a sign, a slip-up that might prove youâre not who you look like you are, and yet â
The wry way your lip twists up has his stomach roiling within him. You stop struggling, tilting your head to look at him in the gather of shadows of the deserted alley.
âWhat? Forgotten me already? And here I thought dying in front of you would make more of a lasting impression ââ
âExactly,â Zoro bites back, unable to stop his sword from digging into the skin of your neck, a thin line of blood seeping out from beneath your otherwise unmarred skin, âI saw â I watched you ââ his throat seizes forcibly over the word die and he struggles for a few seconds before he jerks back, âI watched you get shot.â
You rub at your throat with a ginger hand, drawing it away to stare at the rub of red there, your expression inscrutable.
âYeah⊠that you did.â
He whips his sword out to the side before slipping it into its sheath with a dull shink.
You eye it warily, the late afternoon sun creeping into the alley inch by golden inch. It kisses at your toes and creeps up your ankles as you stare at the sword at Zoroâs side.
âThat was Kuinaâs, wasnât it?â you ask.
The name slams into Zoro like a gut-punch, and itâs all he can do to keep himself from stumbling.
âSo what if it is?â he asks, a quaver to his voice that he almost doesnât recognize. He turns away from you to stare at the strip of street visible from the darkened alley. A little girl with twin pigtails skips by holding a fistful of multicolored balloons, giggling as a boy races after her, trying to steal one.
âCanât believe you still have it after all these years.â
âYeah, well. Call me sentimental,â but his voice is flat, almost sardonic as he turns back to stare at you.
You allow him a helpless grin, âYou always were more sentimental than youâd let on. Even when we were kids.â
âYou died,â he spits the word out like poison, and you flinch, almost as if struck by it. He takes a deep, steadying breath but makes no move to back down as he asks, âso how the hell are you still here?â
You press your lips, casting your eyes away, your head lowered.
âYouâre on a crew with a guy made of rubber â canât you figure it out?â you ask, rueful and quiet.
Zoro scoffs, âSo far as I know, there ainât no Devil Fruits that can make you immortal.â
You wince again, though when you do speak, thereâs a weary humor tacked to the ends of your words.
âYou were always smarter than you let on too,â you say, finally looking up, âyouâre right. Itâs not a Devil Fruit.â
Zoro frowns, unable to keep the intrigue from bubbling up his chest as he watches you.
âThenâŠâ he trails off, waiting.
A golden shaft of sun slants fully into the alley now, finally high enough to hit the side of your face, casting your features into stark relief. Like this, he can see the hollows of your cheeks, the blueness in your lips. But also, the flicker of light that once danced like fireworks behind your eyes.
âIt was a deal,â you say, as the sun shifts behind a soft gauzy cloud, tossing the island into a momentary shadow once more, and your face is again shrouded in darkness, âwith the Devil himself.â
â â â
âSo⊠you canât die,â Sanji says, stubbing out what must be his fifth cigarette since the beginning of the conversation.
A half-finished dinner service lays in an array of dishes before you, but even Luffy isnât reaching out to pick at the remains.
You shake your head, âNo, thatâs the thing â I can. I just donât tend to stay dead.â
Nami frowns, âBut how does that even work? You get killed, and what â you just⊠respawn?â
You sigh, letting out a tired laugh, âSomething like that. I die, and I wake up the next morning exactly in the last place I went to sleep.â
âWhoa, weird,â says Luffy, finally reaching for the remains of a whole roast chicken, stuffing a drumstick into his mouth.
You nod, âVery.â
Usopp is chewing on his bottom lips, looking concerned, âBut⊠I mean â when you do d-die⊠does it still hurt?â
You slowly pivot to stare at him, your expression carefully neutral.
Beside you, Zoro shifts slightly, and everyone goes strangely still as they wait for your answer.
âSometimes,â you say, carefully, âif the person killing me decides to make it hurt.â
Sanji leans back, staring up at the broad canopy of stars above the deck of the Merry.
The silence that stretches over the table is fraught with implication. Eventually, you let out a long breath, leaning back in your chair.
âBut you get used to it after a while,â you say, the shadow of a smile quirking your lips.
Zoro narrows his eyes, âYou make it sound easy.â
His voice is hard, his gaze fixed on a point just over Luffyâs shoulder. Beneath the low dip of his unbuttoned shirt, you can still see the remains of the scar Mihawk had left him with. No doubt he was remembering his own close tangle with death.
You lilt your head and roll your shoulders.
âWhat they donât tell you about dying is that itâs the easiest thing⊠but easy doesnât mean painless,â your voice is light and airy and painfully frivolous, âeventually, easy just means that at least⊠you know itâll end.â
Across the table, Sanji lets out a breath as Nami gasps. Luffy purses his lips.
âBut⊠as long as you fall asleep in a safe place, then even if you die, youâll just wake up there again, right?â he asks.
You fix him with a look, before letting out a helpless laugh.
âYeah, something like that. The only thing is â when youâre working for the big-bads, they tend to make sure you only ever fall asleep somewhere they can get their hands back on you.â
âBut youâre with us now!â Luffy grins, puffing out his chest, âso weâll make sure you stay alive without having to uh â die first. Good?â
Others might only see childish innocence in his words, but you can see the absolute certainty he evokes in the rest of his crew. And that, more than anything else, makes you believe him.
You let out a shaky breath.
âYeah, okay.â
Zoro grunts as he gets up from the table, stalking off without another word. Nami sighs, watching him go before rolling her eyes and going after him.
Sanji strikes a match and lights up a new cigarette.
âLet him be. He was real beat up after seeing you ââ Sanji dips his head, âwell, you know. And heâs not what youâd call super in touch with his emotions, I think.â
He shoots you a good-natured wink.
You laugh, a tired, rubbed-raw sound, nodding.
âYeah. I know.â
Sanji taps off a bit of ash and leans forward, âSo â whatâs the story?â
âWhat makes you think thereâs a story?â
Sanji blows out a series of smoke rings before reaching over to refill your glass, âMossheadâs not exactly known for makinâ friends wherever he goes, if you know what I mean,â he slides you smile before continuing, âso if heâs this ââ Sanji pauses to cast about for a proper word, âattached⊠to someone, I figured thereâs just gotta be a story, right love?â
You sigh, nodding as you take a long sip of your drink, savoring the coolness as it slides down your throat.
âYouâre right⊠there is a story. But Iâm not sure it matters much anymore. Weâre bothâŠâ you look down at your hands, pale and pink in the fading firelight, ânot the kids we used to be.â
Sanji shrugs, âNeither is any of us,â he coaxes, voice gentle, âbut that doesnât mean the kids that we were donât matter any more.â
You nod, finally allowing the warmth of the fire to wash over you as you sit back in your chair.
âAlright then â it was a long time ago but⊠we grew up in the same villageâŠâ
â â â
âHey â whereâre you going?â Nami catches up with Zoro just beneath the main deck, the hallway scattered with pinpricks of light, seeping in through the cracks in the planks above.
Zoro spins around, his shoulders hunched.
âTo be alone.â
Nami sighs, stopping a few steps short of him.
âWhatâs with you? Arenât you happy that your â your friend is alive?â
Zoro bears down on Nami, his eyes flashing.
âI donât trust her â what if itâs not her? What if itâs a ââ he waves a hand through the thickening darkness between them, âan imposter?â
Namiâs eyebrows kick up, âWhat, finally get your hands on a dictionary in Mag Mell?â
âFuck you.â
Nami laughs, folding her arms as she leans up against the darkened hallway wall.
âFine, you donât trust her â but what else can we do? Leave her here for Crocodile and the rest of Baroque Works to catch up to her?â
Zoro tsks, turning around to pace the length of the hallway, every muscle in his body feeling tight and wrung out.
âWouldnât matter much â she canât die remember?â
âYes, she can,â Nami says, her words harsh enough to stun Zoro still. She stalks up to him, her eyes blazing in the imminent dark. âYouâve almost died once â tell me, was it a pleasant experience?â
A muscle ticks in Zoroâs jaw, but he keeps his mouth clamped shut.
He remembers it in pieces, in fever-break moments and mind-numbing delusions. He remembers the bone-deep ache that had seemed to permeate every inch of his body, of the dull pounding in his head as he tried to piece together what his crewmates were saying to him, sitting by his bedside. Heâd known they were there, but heâd couldnât let them know, couldnât force him limbs to move the way he wanted.
It had been nothing short of agony.
âLook, Iâm not asking you to trust her but at least think â think about the life she wouldâve led in Baroque Works. What they mightâve made her do if they knew that every time she died, sheâd just wake up in the last place she fell asleep.â
Like this, Namiâs voice is soft, almost silken. A spate of unease slithers down Zoroâs spine.
Zoro stares down at her. It hadnât been so long ago that heâd regarded Nami with the same kind of vague distrust.
âThink for a second, about the suicide missions they wouldâve made her take.â
Those words ring through Zoro like a death knell, and he takes half a step back, his head spinning with the implications. Sheâs right, he hadnât thought of the life youâd led; heâd been so caught up on the vast dissonance between the person you were and the person you'd become. Heâd been so tangled in his own feelings of shame and anger that he hadnât paused to think.
Nami sighs and takes a few more steps back.
âI mean. You heard her â just because dying is easy, that doesnât make it painless.â
âI just ââ Zoro closes his eyes, letting a clenched fist thump softly against the wall beside him. A terrible, hot prickling sensation is working its way up the back of his throat, constricting his airways. He swallows hard around it before turning to look at Nami once more.
âI just canât stand the thought of losing her again.â
Nami lets out a breathy laugh, bobbing her head once. Thereâs still a steely light to her eyes, but her voice when she finally does speak is soft â
âThen make sure it doesnât happen again. I mean, what are those three swords for anyway?â
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RE Character x Reader Smutshot Collection , Chap 9 , Tip
Masterlist
Pairing: F!Reader x Leon Kennedy
Summary: You are a waitress at a local diner in the city. Sure, you've had your fair share of flirty, pervy customers but none have ever been as enticing as this one
Status of your guy's relationship in this one shot: Strangers/Hookup
WC: 4.1k
Type: NSFW
Warnings: Reader is in early adult years, Leon is late 20s, Flirting, Leon is cocky and rich, BJ, Slight cum kink, Spanking, Hair pulling, Cums in your mouth, Protected P in V, Riding, Dry humping and Dirty talk
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It has just been another casual day at the diner. Cleaning tables and dishes, attending to customers and sweeping the floors, it's just another Monday. Waiting tables is what you do for a living, for now. It isn't ideal but you don't mind it too much. You always get decent tips and an alright pay. You live alone so you don't have to worry too much about how big your paycheck is or how much you make in tips daily. As long as you're rolling in dough, you're set.
This day particularly has been slow. Mondays are one of the slowest days of the week because it's the first work day which means less business. It's mainly older people and church groups who eat during the day on Mondays but towards the later hours of the day, families and sports teams come in. The diner you work for is the hot spot in the city. Everyone who lives in the city or nearby comes often.
Your shift is getting closer to being done. You only have two hours left. It ends at 4:00 PM and you started work today at 8:00 AM. It's been so slow that it feels as if you've been here since yesterday. You can't wait to get back to your homey apartment. You have an essay due today in your Art History class so you'll have to get that done but after that, the rest of the day is yours!
Wiping down a table, you heard the main door open. There is a bell attached to the top of it to tell workers anytime someone walks in or not. The two customers that were just at this booth made sure to clean up their space and it put you in an even better mood. You sprayed hygienic water onto the table one last time and wiped it down before setting out new napkins and silverware for when the next group comes in.
You were about to amble off to the back but you were stopped by a man's voice. His voice was deep and husky. It startled you a bit, admittedly. You turned around to face and you were left stunned by how tall he was. You're short, yes, but this man is a giant! Your eyes went up to meet with his. His are a bright blue. They are oceanic. He has a broad stature too, he clearly works out often. He's wearing a casual outfit but it still appears a bit more fancy for where he's currently at.
"Excuse me, could I get a table for one? Just looking to have some lunch." He said in that deep voice. You looked him up and down and as you did, he said another thing. "My eyes are up here." He teased, his blue eyes locking with yours. You felt embarrassment wash over you. How could you not admire this man? He looks like a model. "Um, sorry... Just follow me." You murmured, heading towards a clean circle table near the center of the diner.
The man followed behind you and once you presented the table to him, he took his seat. "I'll be back shortly. Figure out what you'd like to drink until then." "Wait, what's your name? Isn't it courtesy that the waitress tells her waiters her name?" You told him his name with a scoff. He seems slightly cocky. "Pretty name. I'm Leon." Leon stated. "Cool name. I'll be back shortly." You said a bit more sternly. You walked off and pushed the back door open to enter the kitchen.
You checked to see if all of the drink machines are still working. Your manager let you know yesterday that they've been a bit janky. You tested each one and they all seemingly worked. Only three other people are working with you today. Leah, Maverick and Dean. Leah is a waitress and Mav & Dean are cooks. Mondays truly are so easy to work.
You exited the kitchen and went to wait another table before Leon's. This table just wanted one plate of Alfredo and a plate of beef stew. "I'll have those out to you two in a bit." You said with your customer service voice. You've gotten very good at it. Strolling over to the kitchen, you stuck your ticket up on the metal bar. "Order for table four, be quick guys." You said to both of the men working. You trust they'll get it done quickly.
Leah was waiting her own section of tables. Hers seem to be going by a lot faster which irritates you. You want more tables for more money. You don't necessarily need it, but of course it's nice to have.
Making your way back over to Leon, you saw his face weirdly light up when he saw you. Is this guy a creeper? You stood in front of his table with a notepad before asking what he'd like to drink and eat. "I'll just take a coke and to eat, I'll have your creamy ravioli. I have a question for you now." He stated. "Uh, okay, go ahead and ask." You replied softly as you wrote his order down. "When is your shift over?" "That is none of your concern."
Assumption confirmed, this guy is a weirdo. Why would some elegant looking man be asking you of all people that odd question? Does he want to kidnap you or something? You were always taught to not give out info like that. It's vital.
"I'm not some pervert or anything." He chuckled. "Can a man not be curious?" "Why are you curious about when I get off of work?" "Because I think you're a pretty girl and I'd like to take you out." Leon smirked at you. "I bet you say that to all the ladies." You rolled your eyes. "I'll be back with your food in a bit." You scoffed and went to walk off but this arrogant man stopped you once again.
"When does your shift end?" This guy's persistence is appalling. Can't he take a hint? "None of your business." "Three? Four? Tell me." He said softly, his tone a lot less deep down. You sighed deeply. It won't kill for him to know. You're going straight home anyways. "Four. You aren't taking me out." "We'll see about that." You gave him an irritated look and trailed off. You're just going to give the paper to the chefs so that this man can leave ASAP.
Stepping up to the kitchen area again, you handed them a new ticket. You want this Leon guy in and out of here. You've had one to many men hitting on you, do these men realize how young you are? Leon appears to be in his late twenties, possibly early thirties and you're a College student! Men are so desperate nowadays. Sure, drabbling in older men isn't a bad thing, but not these kind of older men.
You grabbed a tray of refill drinks to take to one of your other tables. You almost forgot about them.
Exiting the kitchen, you went over to their table and set their drinks down. "A water for the lady and a coke for the gentleman. Enjoy." Leah will most likely take this section over soon, she tends to. Your eyes went to Leon's table and unsurprisingly, his eyes were on you. "What a loser." You mumbled beneath your breath. He's a handsome man, most definitely, but why would he want anything to do with you? He's probably just trying to get a quick fuck in.
If he wasn't so forward and weird about it, you would probably give in. That pretty much sums up how you are as a girl. You aren't a virgin, you like sex and you've never had it with an older man. You bet it's quite the experience.
After waiting almost eight minutes, you got the couples food to them and set it down. "Here you two go. Enjoy." You said with a friendly tone. Leon's was done as well. Time to journey back to the table of doom.
With the bowl and drink in hand, you went to Leon's table and set both down. "There you go. Enjoy your beverage and meal." "I sure will. Thank you." Leon replied, looking you up and down. His look is rather enticing. He's an enticing man. "Don't look at me like that." You said with a shy tone. It made you rather nervous, shy even. No man has made you feel that way in some time. "Like what?" "Like that."
He knows what he is doing. He does. "What is your problem?" You put your hands on your hips. This is completely against protocol. Even when a customer is an ass, you should remain calm and collected but God, this guy is insufferable. "I'll answer anything you'd like... If you agree to come with me after my shift." Has this man ever learned about stranger danger. "No, you could be a murderer." "I could be, but I'm not. I'm just a blind dog looking for a bone." He is cheesy.
You rolled your eyes and rubbed your temple.
"What is it you want?" "You." "Why?" "I can see you're different. Plus, you're stunning." The compliment made your stomach heat up. "Different? You've spoken to me only a little." "What's your point?" "You know nothing about me." "I'd like to know everything about you." God, can he not take a hint? You giggled. "We can just sit in my car after your shift and talk. We'll even stay in the parking lot, if that makes you feel safer." He smirked at you.
Why is he so fucking convincing???
Your eyes scanned the clock above one of the tables and you heaved softly. "Come back at four. We'll talk then." You smiled softly but tried to hide it. Leon bit his lip and nodded. "See you then."
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Four PM.
You're in the locker room. It's a small but useful room. Your removed your apron and released your hair from its ponytail. You shook your hair and brushed it slightly. For a moment, you completely forgot about the whole Leon situation, but it's suddenly hit you. Before he left his table, he left you a $50 tip. That's insane. You were grateful and expressed that. You suppose its only respectful if you go with him.
He promised to even let you hold onto his car keys if it makes you feel better. You know what it'll most likely turn into and you're down, even though you didn't want to admit it at first.
You left the room and pushed open the entry door back into the restaurant and you saw Leon's car out in the parking lot. You sighed deeply and looked over to Dean who was also about to clock out. "See you Wednesday." "See you then." Dean waved goodbye to you. You returned the gesture and made your way out of the diner.
Leon's eyes met with yours. Those blue orbs, they are intoxicating. You rolled your eyes and walked up to his vehicle. He has a Cadillac. You can tell by its shape and symbol. He nudged his head for you to get in, and you did. You opened up the passenger door and sat down and immediately put your hand out. "Keys." "Right here." He placed them in your hand. They are the right keys. This eased you a lot more.
"What do you want with me? Do you do this with other women?" "I mean, I have. I won't lie to you. It has been a long time though, little over a year." Leon tittered. "I just think you're very pretty." "You've established that." "Isn't it rather obvious what I'd like to do with and to you?" That made your heart skip beats. "Not really." You have an idea. You'll play dumb though. You want to hear it from his own mouth.
Leon laughed and grinned. He leaned a bit closer to you. "I entered that diner and immediately saw a pretty girl with a pretty mouth. I'd like to see it around my dick." You lost your breath at his words. It's been a long time since you've hooked up with anyone and this is quite the way for it to happen after all this time. "What?" You said breathlessly. "I also want to show you how a real man fucks. Not none of that College boy bullshit." He adjusted himself. So he is aware that you are in College. Great guess.
Running your fingers through your hair, you felt your entire body heating up. You were most definitely blushing. You could feel the gush between your folds beginning to form. "If you want to just hookup with girls, why not use Tinder?" "I find doing it through person more real and authentic." You couldn't tell if that was sarcasm or not. "You are a total creep." "I'm a man with needs and you'd fulfill them well." You scoffed at his sentence. "Bite me." You went to open the car door but he grabbed your wrist.
"Hey, no, no, please." Leon said softly. "If you really want to go, then okay, have at it but I promise I'll give you such a good time." Leon pleaded with you. His tone was desperate. Why was that attractive to you? Your eyes went to his bulge. He was clearly rock hard. You are wet, you can feel it. Why do you feel so odd for doing this? It's just a hookup.
You bit your lip and analyzed the outside area before handing him his keys. "There's an alleyway about three block from here. Take us and I'll hookup with you." Confidence filled your voice. He laughed. "Smart girl." He turned his car on and began the drive to the alleyway, which only took maybe a minute or two.
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The second he parked, your hands went to his belt and he snickered. "More eager and horny than I am now, huh?" "No. I just want to get this over with." "Right." He snorted. You removed his leather belt and tossed it in the back. You undid the singular button that was sown onto his pants and that was when his huge cock sprung out. Bigger than any you've ever seen or had. You already can foreshadow how this'll feel down your throat.
He already had precum as well. To you, cum is so hot. You have an intense kink for it. You rubbed the semen on your thumb and sucked it off of it. Leon chuckled. "That's a good sign." He hummed. You brushed your hair to the side and smiled at him. "Make sure my hair stays out of my face." "Will do." That was the last thing you said before you wrapped your lips around the base of his cock.
This isn't anything you haven't done before. You'd even call yourself a pro. At a slow pace, you moved your head up and down. He was big, so you wanted to take it at a decent pace. Leon's hand stayed on your back for the time being. You felt his hand rubbing it softly. He was being gentle with you. His tip kept hitting the roof of your mouth. You couldn't believe it but you could already sense you'd be gagging a whole lot.
With your tongue, you slurped around the head of his dick. You felt his hole twitch when you did that. "You're a fucking goddess at sucking dick." He said bluntly whilst his head went backwards. You wanted to laugh but you physically couldn't. You continued to lick and suck. It's weird but you want him to feel as though you're the best he's had. This is like a challenge for you, a game even.
You began to bob your head faster now. Your head moved up and down at a quick pace. Leon's hand tangled in your hair. His fingers tips lightly scratched your head and it made your pussy tingle. You haven't felt this way in such a long time. Leon wrapped your hair around his hand, his grip was firm. You knew he was this type. He seems like a kinky man overall.
The little whimpers you made caused Leon to moan himself. He found you very sexy and your noises only added to that. "You look beautiful like this." He huffed out. His throat felt like it was going to close. His muscles were tightening. His member was twitching in your mouth. The man is close.
"How many hummers have you had to give to be so good?" He grunted. Now he was basically pushing your head and pulling it back up. You didn't even have to do the work anymore. His hand pulled your hair and God, it felt good. You moaned around his dick. You swiped your tongue from the lower base and back up to the tip and that must've been his undoing.
Leon kept your head in place. His tip was deep throating you. That familiar taste filled your mouth and entered your taste buds. All cum has tasted similar to you with minor differences. Whats different about Leon's is the fact is more of a thick texture rather than the usual more liquidy version. It was fine though. You swallowed it all.
The man was panting heavily as you popped his cock out. Your licked your lips and wiped them with your sweater. "Jesus..." He laughed. "That was good." He praised you. "Unfuckingbelievable." He smirked at you. "I've had practice." "Clearly." He squeezed your hip and gazed at you. "Get in the back so I can fuck you." He chuckled. You giggled to and looked behind you.
You crawled over the center console and squealed as you felt a hard smack to your ass as you did. You briskly sat down and adjusted your skirt. You are wearing a beige sweater with a printed skirt. It was the change of clothes you brought to work since it's Fall. The weather is breezy & chilly but also warm and cozy. Leon just held his pants up as he got out of the car and got into the back. There was no way he was going to climb over as you did.
He sat down and spread his legs to a degree. He pulled his pants back down too. You gawked at him momentarily and he noticed. "Like what you see?" "Mhm." You nodded moderately. He laughed. "Sit on my lap." You listened. You straddled him. Hands on his shoulders and thighs on either side of his. His hands went to your waist. "Feel that?" He was referring to his tip rubbing against your panties.
"You need it inside of you, hm?" He began to slowly pull your hips forward. The slight grind he was forcing you to do made you even more soaked. "I do." You whispered, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. "I know you do doll." You felt a surge of lust course through you. You want this man to destroy you.
One hand left your hip and went to his cock instead. He rubbed his tip against your cunt through your panties. "I can feel how wet you are." He sighed softly, kissing the side of your head. "I wanna feel how tight you are." He murmured against your ear before biting the lobe of it. You moaned and felt your stomach twist. How is he making you feel all these ways all at once? He's a master at this. It's such a turn on.
Pulling your panties to the side, he stroked his cock through your bare folds now, picking your wetness up. "How does this feel?" He said in a low tone. "Good. Really good." You hummed in reply, kissing his neck gently. "Mmm, good." He kissed your cheek. He let go of his cock and reached into his pocket. "Gotta wrap it." "Yeah." You snickered. You lifted your body up so he could put the rubber on. Once he did, he pulled you back down.
"Now princess, tell me, how does this feel?" And as he hummed that to you, he stuck his dick inside of you. You moaned softly and gripped his shirt. "Mmm, you just gave me the exact answer I was searching for." You moaned again and pressed your lips against his. You don't think Leon was expecting that, but he liked it. His hands went to your face as you began to both kiss him and ride him.
You rode him at an unrushed pace. He kissed you passionately. Almost right as you two started to make out, you both opened your mouths and tongued one another. You bounced on his cock as you stuck your tongue deep in his mouth. Leon caressed your face and slowly brought his hands down to your ass cheeks. He held onto them tightly and ever so often slapped them.
"You're so fucking tight." He grunted, licking your lip and kissing you again. "You feel so deep inside of me." You whimpered. It was true. He's so long and girthy. He's rubbing against your wet & gushy walls in the most pleasurable way. "You can take it. You're a slut, I know you can." You laughed at his words and bit his lower lip. "I'm not a whore." "You sure fuck like one. Look at how you're riding me." In all fairness, you are skillfully riding him and bouncing on him. Your movements are of expertise.
You rolled your eyes at his snotty words. "Guess me getting around has really paid off." "Yeah, sure, but I promise I'll be your best." He slapped your ass hard, making you speechless. Only noises of pleasure and need came from you. He felt so good. Your cunt was tightening around him, you could feel it and so could he.
Your head autonomously tilted backwards. Your mouth was agape as little whimpers emitted from him. Leon's hands continued to grip your ass. He occasionally spreaded your cheeks and stuck his finger on your anus, making your body shake. He must have a thing for that, you suppose. "Pretty girl." He reached his free hand up and taped it around your neck lightly. "Gonna make you have the best fucking orgasm." He whispered to you before he began to thrust up.
You quit moving your hips entirely and just sat there as he fucked you messily. His hip thrusts were sloppy but they were getting the job down. "Taking is so fucking well. I need you again sometime." You couldn't tell if there was truth in that or if it was pure lust and desire. You simply rested your head against his shoulder as he pumped up into you. "I'm gonna cum." You whispered, your tone soft and shaky. "Cum for me babygirl." Leon kissed your forehead.
That'll do it.
Your body shook as your orgasm blew over you. You felt waves and waves of pleasure crash into you out of no where. Your walls clenched around his member and that was what finished him off. "Fuuuck." His words dragged out as he came. Your arms encased around his neck and you just sat there as you came down from your high. He hugged you back. His cum squirted into the condom. You wish it could've been inside of you. Such a waste.
After a minute or so, you sat up and got off of him. You were breathless and at a loss for words. Your eyes glanced down at the condom; Pure white liquid filled it. "That was... God." You giggled, closing your legs and staring at him. He nodded and removed the condom, tossing it in a baggy. "Sure was." He caught his breath.
Leon looked at you and took your hand in his. "Was that the best orgasm you've had?" "I don't mean to bruise your ego but..." Leon snickered and playfully nudged you. "Shut up." You snorted and smiled at him. "Yeah, it was really good." You nodded. "I'm glad." He blew out a big breath of air.
"For the record, I wasn't just saying that." "Saying what?" "That I need you again sometime. I meant it." "Oh." You said with tranquility. "I'll give you my number then...?" "Yeah, I'll take it." Leon replied.
He handed you his phone and you began to jot the digits in.
This definitely won't be the last time you see Mr. Kennedy.
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