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Day One

🏔️ SUMMARY: Something has been missing for the past few years Wooyoung has been to the mountain with your family and his. Maybe this year, he'll figure out what it is. 🏔️ PAIRING: brother's best friend!Jung Wooyoung x Kang!reader 🏔️ GENRE: smut, fluff 🏔️ AU/TROPE INFO: brother's best friend, mutual pining, childhood friends to lovers 🏔️ WORD COUNT: 6.2k whoops 🏔️ WARNINGS: language, smut, woosansang banter, sansang undertones 🏔️ RATING: mature 🏔️ A/N: Happy holidays from your CoDNet secret santa, @wooyoungqueen! This was so much fun to write, and I really hope you enjoy it!! it got a little away from me lol smut tags under the cut ; divs from @cafekitsune masterlist | join my taglist | buy me a coffee?

NSFW TAGS/WARNINGS: first time together, light praise kink, fingering, oral (fem receiving), wooyoung’s nose, they’re both switches, unprotected sex (reader is on birth control but boo), riding

The weeks following Wooyoung’s birthday had been a flurry of activity for nearly as long as he could remember. Whatever energy had been put into planning his celebration was rapidly redirected to coordinating the family’s annual trip to the mountains—an event that seemed to grow with him. It had been going on for as long as he could remember, beginning as a much-needed post-holiday getaway for his household. The first expansion came in middle school, when he met and attached himself to Kang Yeosang—the two families melded together naturally when the Kangs moved in next door, and one cabin rental became two, right next to each other and nestled among the pines at the Jungs’ favorite resort. It had been on one of these early trips that you and Wooyoung had become nearly as attached to each other as he and your older brother had been and, much to Yeosang’s chagrin at the time, their duo became a trio.

Despite Wooyoung and Yeosang having graduated and moved out, they both still found themselves drawn back to that same resort year after year. You, on the other hand, had not been so lucky. Your degree had proven a bit more demanding than either your brother’s or Wooyoung’s and, after your first year, they found themselves sharing deflated smiles as they watched you breeze through your parents’ front door after Christmas dinner. Something within Wooyoung ached each time, and the cabin he now shared with his brothers and yours—the cabins had long since been shuffled from ‘Jung’ and ‘Kang’ to ‘Parents’ and ‘Kids’—never quite felt the same.

He’d never quite figured out why his favorite tradition had begun to taste so bittersweet. Maybe, he decided, it was the monotony finally getting to him. Yeosang liked to call him a child of chaos, reminding him often that his creative slumps usually just meant he needed a change of scenery. He’d discovered every nook and cranny in both of the cabins they rented each year by the time he was 14. He’d been through every freestyle zone and explored every tree trail his board could fit through over the years, and even taught Kyungmin a few tricks. Now that he was of age, he’d been to every bar within walking distance of the slopes, too. The novelty had to have worn off; he’d seen and done it all. He’d give anything to see his safe haven for the first time again.

Maybe, just maybe, seeing it through someone else’s eyes would have the desired effect.

“Sannie, you said you snowboard, right?” He called from the couch, barely glancing up from his phone.

Wooyoung’s roommate blinked at him from the kitchen, leaned against the breakfast bar with his spoon halfway to his mouth. “I have before. I don’t… do it regularly.”

“And you had fun, right?”

San blinked, confused, and let his cereal settle back into its bowl. “Yeah? What is this about, Wooyoung?”

“Great! You’re coming on the ski trip this year.”

“Are you paying?” San scoffed half in jest, rolling his eyes heartily before turning his attention back to the book he had pinned to the counter.

“Yes.”

The flat tone of Wooyoung’s voice had him stunned, eyes wide as he slowly looked back up. “Are you serious right now?” When the younger nodded resolutely, no twinkle of mischief in his eyes, San gaped. “You’re not going to come up short on rent for this, are you?”

Wooyoung snorted. “No. It’s a family thing. My older brother can’t go anymore, so we’ve got an empty spot. Wanna come?”

“Absolutely.”

Pulling up to the cabin two months later with San in the passenger seat of his rented

SUV, he was certain he’d found the piece he’d been missing over the past few years. His friend’s excitement was palpable and contagious, the elder’s leg bouncing furiously and his cheeks split into a wide grin as he drank in the scenery. Wooyoung couldn’t help but laugh a little as he launched himself from the car the moment it was in park, spinning in the snow-covered driveway to take in the full view.

“Do you really come here every year?” He asked, his voice a little breathless with awe.

Wooyoung grinned, nodding. “Since I was a kid. We stayed in the cabin next door until I was in high school, but that’s for the real adults now,” he snorted a laugh. “Once Sangie and I hit high school, we were trustworthy enough to watch my little brother, I guess, and it’s been kids and parents since. My older brother usually stays with us too, but he has some work thing, I guess.” San nodded, silent and still staring, and Wooyoung couldn’t help but watch him for a moment with a stupid grin. “C’mon, help me unload before everyone else gets here. Yeosangie’s ruthless about first-come, first-serve room picking.”

That seemed to snap his roommate from his awe-struck stupor, and within moments, they found themselves wrapped in the familiar warmth of the cabin. Crossing the threshold into resounding silence had a pang of something wrong echoing in Wooyoung’s chest, and he frowned for a moment as he tugged his boots off.

“This is nice.”

San’s voice tugged him out of his thoughts, and Wooyoung forced a smile. “Right? Follow me, the good bed’s upstairs.”

They were each draped over separate arms of the couch, half-focused on the drama Wooyoung had put on, when the rumble of tires on the driveway pulled him from his half-asleep daze. San perked up with him, eyebrows raising as he blinked at his friend in question. “Your parents?”

Wooyoung gave a noncommittal shrug. “Or the Kangs.”

“Should we see if they need help?” He offered, standing and heading for the door.

“Fuck that, it’s cold as shit out there,” the younger complained, nestling further into his blanket cocoon. “Have fun freezing your ass off.”

“So thoughtful of you, Wooyoung-ah,” San teased, disregarding the grumble that left his friend.

He listened as the front door shut and his friend called a greeting toward the car, a familiar female voice responding. Huffing a sigh, he turned his attention back to the TV. He could deal with his mother’s chastising of his terrible hosting later.

What he hadn’t been expecting, however, was the door of his own cabin to swing back open wide minutes later, a blast of cold air cutting through the air along with an all-too-familiar laugh. His chest tightened inexplicably as it rang like a bell, San’s low chuckle echoing after it, and he turned toward the sounds.

“Two years, and you can’t even come help me with my suitcase, Youngie?”

At the sound of your voice, Wooyoung felt the air around him shift. The cold light filtering in through the windows seemed to warm with your entry, and all at once, the vast, empty cabin once again felt full. He stood, eyes wide and shining with glee as his jaw dropped open for a moment, his chest tightening with something he refused to acknowledge. Schooling his expression into his usual mischievous smirk, he crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re a big girl, Y/N, you could handle it yourself.”

You sighed heartily, rolling your eyes playfully before turning your gaze to San, who was busy shutting the door behind you. “At least chivalry isn’t completely dead.”

He perked up with wide, round eyes, flashing a megawatt smile at you, and Wooyoung felt the cabin dim a little again. “It’s no problem at all. Where do you, uh… Wooyoung hasn’t given me the full tour, so I’m not sure where to take your stuff.”

Once again, your mirthful gaze turned toward your childhood friend, and his smirk ticked back up. “I assume this one took the good bed all for himself already.”

“The early bird catches the worm, and all that,” he taunted back, San nodding affirmation beside you.

You clicked your tongue in disapproval, sighing and shaking your head. “Can’t even let me enjoy it. I have to get my gear from the car, but I can show you when I get back in, if this one’s still intent on becoming one with the couch.” You nodded back toward Wooyoung, pulling a bark of laughter from San, and something within the younger twisted.

“I can show him, go get your stuff,” he sighed, waving you away as he started for the hall. San glanced between the two of you for a moment before catching your amused, warm smile and, confusion alleviated, followed his friend.

“You didn’t tell me your friend had a sister.”

Wooyoung hummed quietly in acknowledgement, pushing open the downstairs bedroom door. He hadn’t stayed in this room in years, preferring to curl up in the upstairs bedroom with Yeosang and leave this space for his brothers, and for a moment, he was surprised at how small it felt. The twin beds in their corners and the heavy wooden dresser had seemed impossibly big, once upon a time, and lonely as the moonlight filtered through the blinds. Now, the space felt close and cozy, the patterned quilts and stripes of sunlight bathing the room making it look like something out of a catalog. Wooyoung’s chest tightened again and he smiled, nostalgia settling like a blanket around his shoulders.

“Honestly, I didn’t think it would be relevant,” he admitted, pulling open the closet door to check for extra blankets. “You can put her stuff on the bed by the window; she prefers that one.” Behind him, San’s eyes narrowed. “Like she said, it’s been a couple of years since she’s been here, and nobody told me she was coming.”

“Are there going to be enough beds?”

Wooyoung paused, lips pursed in thought and hands on his hips as he turned to face San. “That… Is a very good question. I think we have air mattresses? Worst case, we can stick the kid on the couch or something. We’ll worry about it when—” The sound of a car horn cut him off, and Wooyoung peered through the blinds to peek at the driveway, a grin splitting his face. “After everyone else is through unloading. C’mon, we can still hide in the bedroom if we hurry.”

San fixed him with a flat look, shaking his head gently. “I am going to be nice and help your family unload their car. You can come with me, or you can leave me unattended to gossip with your mom for however long this takes.”

Wooyoung blinked owlishly until San turned to leave, following along behind his roommate on autopilot. “I hate you,” he muttered as they paused to tug on their boots, and San grinned.

Preparations for the traditional, joint-family, first night dinner were underway as you bustled around the kitchen with Wooyoung and both of your mothers. Yeosang and San had both offered their assistance; your brother had been met with a resounding, unanimous ‘No’ from the four of you, which he responded to with a cheeky grin and a small giggle, and San had immediately rescinded his offer. It felt natural for the four of you to be here together again, dancing around each other with a practiced ease as your mothers set themselves up at the island, massive metal bowls and all of the ingredients for kimchi spread out between them. You and Wooyoung quickly sidled up together at the stove, whisking the tteokbokki and potstickers that had been waiting into the living room to keep your fathers, siblings and Wooyoung’s friend occupied while you made the main course. You weren’t surprised to find your brother sat on the floor, his arms open as Kyungmin rushed him for a hug, but you caught the small, choked noise Wooyoung made at the sight of San alongside the pair. You flashed him a private little smile, and a swarm of butterflies kicked up in his stomach.

When you settled at the stove together, you nudged him with your hip, prompting a huff of laughter and a return of the gesture.

“I like your friend.”

Wooyoung nearly dropped the skillet in his hand, the heavy dish clattering against the stovetop loud enough to put a stop to your mothers’ conversation. They peeked back at you, but Wooyoung waved them off as he swallowed bile.

“San?” There was an edge to his voice, he could tell, and he could only hope you hadn’t noticed it, too.

“Yeah,” you nodded, seemingly oblivious as you stirred black bean paste and brown sugar together. “He fits in well and he’s really sweet. You should bring him every year.”

Something vile twisted in Wooyoung’s gut. “Maybe. I’ll see if he wants to come back. Who knows, maybe you’ll scare him off?” He snarked, flashing you a wicked grin. You barked a laugh, elbowing him and earning a squawk of indignation as his pork-filled skillet shifted over the fire. “Careful, you’ll burn dinner! Or worse, me!”

“What’s this about you being the worst?” Yeosang chimed as he slipped over to the fridge, his sudden appearance pulling a shout from the man next to you.

“Oh my god, you need a fucking bell!”

“Watch your mouth, there are children present,” you chastised, clicking your tongue. “We were talking about San,” you supplied as you turned back to your work, and Wooyoung frowned. Yeosang caught the look before he could wipe it away, cocking an eyebrow and smirking knowingly over the neck of his bottle.

Whatever that meant.

Wooyoung glared at him.

“I like him,” Yeosang offered, “he’s sweet. And handsome.” Wooyoung flashed him another glare, this time unintentionally, and your brother shrugged innocently.

You, completely unaware, hummed in agreement. “I was telling Youngie he should bring him back next year. Maybe we could talk to Mom about swapping cabins so I could bring Somin with me and introduce them; they’d be a cute couple.”

The nastiness in Wooyoung’s gut untwisted, and he sighed silently. “I like that idea!”

“I don’t,” Yeosang grumbled, frowning. “Then I’ll be stuck as the fifth wheel.”

You both whipped your heads up to him, brows furrowed in confusion. You thanked whoever was listening that your brother was on the other side of Wooyoung, because you flushed bright pink at his teasing. He was well aware of the little crush you had on your mutual best friend, and he took every opportunity to tease you for it.

“Last I checked, everyone else here was single, and that’s probably not going to change any time soon,” you huffed, stirring the mixture in the wok with a bit more vitriol. Yeosang hid his smile behind his bottle as Wooyoung, too, glared at him.

“You never know,” he hummed, sauntering off back into the living room.

The silence that fell between you and Wooyoung held more tension, this time, as you both processed. Wooyoung stared at the kitchen backsplash, unblinking, until your voice broke him out of his thoughts.

“You’re burning the pork.” He startled, promptly pulling the skillet off the stove. You laughed, and just like that, things returned to normal. Shaking your head, you spooned the black bean paste into a bowl and offered him the wok. “I thought you said you knew how to cook now.”

Wooyoung huffed indignantly, hip bumping you to the side. “I can make jjajangmyeon.”

“That was mean, Yeosang, rubbing it in like that.”

Your brother hummed from his place on his bed, eyes glued to the ceiling. Lazily, he turned over and blinked at you. “I’m not rubbing anything in. I’m trying to open your eyes here. He’s been in love with you since we were kids, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes, flopping onto your own mattress. “If he had been, he would have done something about it.” Yeosang snorted. “I’m serious! If there’s one thing I know about Wooyoung, it’s that he takes what he wants.”

“You think that rule applies to his best friend and other best friend’s sister? He’s probably worried I’ll be pissed if he tells me or something.”

Again, you rolled your eyes.

“I wouldn’t, honestly,” San replied, eyes wide as he tracked Wooyoung, pacing the floor in front of him. “I know how mad I’d be if it turned out you were in love with Haneul.”

“That’s what I’m saying, Sannie,” Wooyoung huffed, collapsing on his back and spreading out across the mattress. He squirmed, situating himself with his head in San’s lap, and the elder obliged, petting at his hair. “But she’s so pretty.”

“She is,” he agreed, holding his hands up in surrender as Wooyoung glared daggers at him. “I’m just saying! Your friend’s sister is pretty! Would you rather I disagree?”

Wooyoung huffed a sigh, frowning and settling back into his roommate’s lap. “God, this week is gonna suck. Having her here is like… It feels better, but it also feels worse, y’know? She’s so close but so far away.”

“You could always, like… Ask Yeosang for permission, first.”

“Didn’t you just advise me against that? Whose side are you on here?”

San shrugged. “I’m just trying to help so I don’t have to listen to you complain all week on the slopes.”

Wooyoung reached up, the back of his hand coming into contact with San’s shoulder and pulling a pained noise from him.

In the morning, you were all up early. Breakfast was a quick, chaotic affair of the four of you cycling in and out of the kitchen, breezing past each other and shouting across the cabin as you made plans. Within an hour of pulling Yeosang from the comfort of his bed, you were all crammed into Wooyoung’s SUV, flasks on your hip to warm you in the snow and your gear strapped to the ski rack. Yeosang, much to your surprise, had slipped into the back seat before you'd even left the house, and was chatting away happily with San as you slid in the passenger seat.

“Who are you and what have you done with Kang Yeosang?” you teased, flashing your brother a skeptical half-glare. He huffed a breath through his nose and rolled his eyes, flopping sideways to lay his head on San’s shoulder, The man flushed bright red but he didn’t flinch or pull away, and you filed that information away for later.

“I made a friend. Let me enjoy him.” You thought San flushed brighter at that.

“Good luck, Sannie, you’re never getting rid of him,” you warned good-naturedly, flashing him a smile in the rearview mirror.

He gave a nervous half-smile, nodding. “Can’t imagine wanting to.”

Your brother’s lips pursed into a small ‘o’, and you watched with a grin as pink dusted his cheeks, too.

Wooyoung seemed surprised by your presence in the front seat, too, as he poked his head in and met you with a “deer-in-the-headlights” look. “That’s not the Yeosang I know.”

You gestured at him, smacking his arm lightly as he climbed into the car. “That’s what I said!”

He grinned, laughing his signature, unfiltered cackle, and your heart clenched. “God, I’m glad you’re back.”

Whether or not Wooyoung noticed the way you sheepishly smiled at your lap, your brother did. He grinned, nudging San, who blinked at him in confusion. This would be a fun week.

The four of you began the day together, meeting at the base lodge with the rest of your family to distribute lift tickets and set an emergency and end-of-day meeting point. You started as you always did, cruising down some of the shorter greens at the base of the mountain as a whole unit as you got your legs under you. You, Wooyoung and Yeosang were ready to crank it up in minutes and, for the most part, your parents were ready to follow. Kyungmin and San were falling more than the rest of you, the former sticking close to his brother and the latter frowning and sighing as he fell into the snow. Yeosang chuckled and laughed at the pout visible under his helmet, skiing over to offer the snowboarder a hand up, and you were left alone to drink in the scene.

You sighed happily, staring up at the peak and drinking in the scenery as you leaned on your poles. People darted and dashed around you, cutting through the snow with ease and creating the perfect soundscape of white noise. You didn’t notice when Wooyoung slid up nex to you until he spoke, startling you out of your reverie.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

You jumped, leaning hard on your poles and reaching out to steady yourself. Wooyoung dropped his board into the snow and planted his boots, arms wrapping around your middle as you stumbled on your skis. Sighing as you found your balance again, you rested your hands on his arms, eyes slipping shut.

“Thank you,” you hummed, turning over your shoulder with a smile to—oh.

He was so close to you. You felt your cheeks heat again, this time not from the sting of the cold. “You’re… welcome,” he muttered, and you felt your heart leap into your chest.

“Hyung!” You nearly fell back over as you and Wooyoung jumped apart at his little brother’s excited cry. “Did you finally tell Y/N-ie that you love her?!”

When you looked back at Wooyoung, stunned, he stood stock-still, his expression unreadable under his helmet. The tension could be cut with a knife as silence settled between you.

It was your brother that saved you, head snapping toward you like a meerkat at Kyungmin’s shout. With a quick word to San, he zipped over, calling out to the youngest. “Kyungmin-ah! Why don’t you come help Sannie? He’s having a little trouble.”

“But Yeosang-hyung—”

Before the boy could protest further, your brother grabbed his hand, tugging him across and along toward the rack San was sat beside, leaving you and Wooyoung alone.

“Y/N, I—”

“You love me?”

You both began at once, but your words cut through the air like a war cry.

Wooyoung was quiet for a beat and you squirmed, glancing away to your brother for an escape. He afforded no assistance, his back turned to you and shielding the younger Jung’s gaze in a way you knew must have been intentional.

Finally, he spoke, he voice barely audible over the roar of the lodge activity. “I always have.”

You huffed a sigh, rolling your eyes and shuffling on your skis, starting away. “Of course you have, Wooyoung. Like a brother does, always. Never anything more.”

“No, Y/N, you’re wrong.”

You froze as he called after you, turning over your shoulder to stare at him. He had taken his helmet off, it and his goggles hanging limply at his side, giving you a window into his heart through his warm brown eyes. He swallowed thickly and stepped forward, offering out a hand. His was shaking just as much as yours was as you took it, using him to balance as you popped your skis off. He gave you no time to pick them up before he was in front of you and dropping his helmet to the ground, taking your other hand in his and breathing a quick sigh.

“I wanted this to be romantic and blow you away and this may not be the best time, but god dammit if I don’t tell you now, I might never.” He paused, taking another breath. “It’s been more since I knew what ‘more’ meant. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember—not as your brother or his best friend. I love you for you; for the woman you are, the girl you always have been, and whoever you may become. You are… so gorgeous and so sweet, and I’d do anything to call you mine.”

You were beaming at him, clenching his fingers tight like a vice as he paused. The silence had him squirming, you could see, and you scrambled for something, anything to match his heartfelt confession. In the end, what came out of your mouth was, “All you have to do is ask.”

“Kang Y/N, will you do me the incomparable honor of being my girlfriend?” His grin matched yours.

“Yes, absolutely,” you sighed, breathless between the mountain air and the affectionate tightness in your chest.

The next instant, his lips were on yours, and you grasped desperately at his shoulders as you scrabbled for your footing in the snow. Behind you, you thought you heard San cheer, and you laughed quietly against Wooyoung’s lips. When you parted, breathless for an entirely new reason, you were happy to find your boyfriend just as disheveled, beaming at you like you hung the stars.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Wooyoung.”

Out of sight—not that you would have noticed—your brother held out a fist for Kyungmin to bump.

“What was that you said about ‘never having a chance?’” Yeosang teased over dinner that night, the four of you sprawled out between the two couches in your cabin. You pulled your sweater over your face to hide your embarrassment, snuggling deeper into Wooyoung’s arms.

“Oh, shut up! He’s been your best friend and one of mine since we were kids. How was I supposed to know—”

“You were supposed to trust his best friend and your brother, is what should have happened,” he huffed.

“How did you even know?!” Wooyoung protested. You could hear his glare.

“You’re not subtle, she’s just oblivious.”

“Hey!”

“That’s my girlfriend you’re talking about!”

Yeosang sighed, rolling his eyes heartily and pushing himself up off the couch. “I’m already sick of third wheeling. San, come help me move your stuff so they can have their own room.”

Wooyoung grinned against your neck, squeezing you tight. “Oh, they might regret that,” he hummed in your ear, tapping your thigh to guide you off of his lap. “I’ll help! Sannie can stay.”

Your brother raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth ticking up in a smirk. “Oh, now he’s helpful. A changed man.”

“Only the best for my princess,” he teased, shooting you a wink over his shoulder. You pulled your sweater up over your nose again, grinning and hiding your flush.

An hour later, your stuff had been moved into the upstairs bedroom with Wooyoung’s, and Yeosang and San were gathering their gear. You turned to peer at them over the back of the sofa, eyes wide and innocent. “Where are you off to?”

“We saw signs for night skiing, and he was interested,” your brother explained, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder. “I didn’t want to leave him with mom and dad, so I’m going too. I think Wooyoung was thinking about coming, but…” he gave you a knowing look. “I thought if we gave you a couple hours of alone time, we could sleep tonight.”

Your cheeks heated. “Yeosang!”

“Thank you, bye, have fun!” Wooyoung called as he slid up behind you and looped his arms around your waist. “That’s enough talk about our future sex life. Be safe.”

“Two and a half hours,” your brother warned, giving you both a pointed glance. Behind him, San’s cheeks were tinged pink. “Remember what I said.”

This was directed over your shoulder to Wooyoung who, when you turned, had gone a little pale. The door shut with a purposeful slam and you turned in his arms, cupping his face.

“What did he say?”

“That, uh… If he hears anything, he’ll give our moms the details. And tell your dad.”

“We’d better get it out of our systems while he’s out then, huh?”

You’d watched Wooyoung short-circuit before over Yeosang babbling on about his engineering studies, mostly. Being the reason he did so now, especially when it was enhanced by the pretty pink tinge that rose in his cheeks and ears, was an entirely new and delightful experience.

“Unless you don’t—” you began when the silence stretched, only to be cut off by his lips on your own.

“Absolutely the hell not,” he practically growled, and you felt your knees go a little weak. “I’ve waited way too long to have you—I’m not waiting any longer.”

“Then don’t,” you breathed, stepping back from him and catching his hand in yours as it fell between you.

The two of you practically dashed up the stairs, barely pausing to kick the door shut and lock it before your lips were pressed together again, both hungry for each other. His hands ran up your sides and under your sweater, rucking it up and grabbing at the soft skin he found underneath. Your fingers tangled in his hair and tugged, pulling a pretty moan from him that you wanted to hear more of right then and there. He gave you no time, however, spinning you and walking you back toward the bed.

When your knees hit the mattress, you both fell in a giggling heap onto it, Wooyoung caging you in below him with his hands on either side of your head. His lips found your jaw the moment you both settled and he let his eyes flutter shut as he trailed kisses down your throat. There would be time to watch you come apart for him later; now, he wanted to bask in all the pretty little sounds you let out as he worked you up. It didn’t take long before you were squirming under him, hands grasping at his hair while his lips and hands sought each other through the barrier of your sweater. When his lips reached your neckline, he guided you up and pulled your sweater over your head, tossing it to the side, your bra quickly following.

He sat back on his heels, hands on your waist to keep you upright as he drank you in, eyes wide and earnest. You felt your cheeks heat, tugging at the hem of his own shirt to resist the urge to cover yourself. He obliged immediately, the garment discarded like yours, and your hands immediately found his skin. Wooyoung shivered as you ran your fingers up his chest, tracing over the lines of his abs and ghosting over his nipples, delighting at the shiver that lit down his spine and the whine that spilled from his lips.

In the next moment, his lips were on yours and he was guiding you onto your back once more. His hands stopped only to squeeze your breasts and tweak at your nipples in return, pulling a gasp from you and a grin from him, before they came to rest at your waistband, fingers dipping under it. You lifted your hips obediently, your lounge pants and underwear being pulled off and shucked away at once and earning a purr of “Good girl,” from Wooyoung.

You whimpered at that and he grinned, raising an eyebrow at you as he lowered himself between your legs. “Noted,” he hummed, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh. “Sit there and look pretty for me while I open you up, okay.”

At a loss for words, you nodded dumbly, gasping as his lips met your skin again. You melted back into the pillows with a moan as his breath ghosted over your core, hips twitching in anticipation. “W-Wooyoung,” you tried. He grinned wickedly up at you.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.”

Without another word, he was pressing his tongue to you and lapping a fat stripe up your core, flicking his tongue over your clit with a little flourish. You squirmed and he grinned against you, moaning into your heat as you tugged at his hair, silently begging him to come closer. He obliged and buried his tongue between your folds, the curve of his nose bumping against your sensitive bundle of nerves as he lost himself in your taste.

His hands came up under you to cup at your ass, kneading at the soft flesh as your thighs landed over his shoulders. You whimpered and squirmed, thighs twitching by his ears, and Wooyoung couldn’t think of any place he’d rather be. His fingers prodded against your entrance and he glanced up questioningly as your hips jerked, as if both you and your body were unsure if you wanted more or less. The sight that met him was one of beauty; your hair was spread across the pillows around you and the hand that wasn’t tangled in Wooyoung’s hair had begun kneading at your breast—and Wooyoung rutted down into the mattress with a low groan.

You nodded frantically as he pressed more insistently against your core, and he quickly slipped a finger into you, preening at the sigh you let out. He worked it slowly in contrast to his quick tongue, and the difference quickly had you seeing stars. Eyes still locked on your writhing form, he pressed a second finger in with the first and crooked them up, seeking out your sweet spot. The moment he found it, he grinned, committing the little squeak of pleasure that left you to memory for later.

It took seconds, then, for the coil in your gut to snap, and your back arched off the bed as you rode out your high against Wooyoung’s sinful mouth. His eyes were wide and innocent as he worked you over your peak with no sign of halting, only freeing you from your torment when you tugged him back by his hair. He surfaced with a gasp and a grin you quickly wiped off his face as you crashed your lips against his own.

There was no time for him to react as you shoved him down next to you and climbed into his lap, settling your weight over his clothed cock. He groaned and winced, neglected length throbbing painfully at the sudden stimulation. You giggled and he glared, hands settling on your hips to encourage you to start grinding against him. With a coy smile, you moved his hands back to the sheets and shifted back to his thighs, fingers tucking under his waistband. What you found made you freeze, and you were gifted with another beautiful Wooyoung giggle as he grinned up at you.

“You were expecting this, weren’t you?” You muttered as you tugged his pants down and, just as you had guessed, found no underwear beneath.

He shook his head, expression suddenly softer. “Expecting, never. Hoping?” He grinned like a Cheshire and leaned forward, cupping your ass and dragging you up to press your core against him. “Always,” he purred, darting up to catch your lips once more.

You hummed happily as you ground down against him, the friction welcome but far too little after experiencing his tongue and fingers. “Wooyoung,” you managed between kisses, shifting further up so his head caught on your entrance. “Wanna ride you baby, please?”

He let out a wrecked groan and nodded, wrapping an arm around you to lift you as the other positioned his cock at your entrance. “Wait, shit,” he murmured, shifting under you. You whined, thighs clenching to keep him in place. “Condom.”

“I’m on birth control,” you muttered, grinding against him, “wanna feel you, please.”

Wooyoung cursed, hips rolling up against your own. “Don’t have to tell me twice.”

You beamed, pressing another quick kiss to his lips as he lined himself back up. His hands held you steady, setting the pace for you as he filled you inch-by-inch and you whined in protest, brow furrowing. Pressing his wrists down into the sheets, you sat yourself on his cock in one fluid motion, pulling cries from both of you. Ravenous, you slotted your lips against his and immediately began riding him in earnest, grinning against his lips at the squeak he let out.

“F-Fuck, babydoll,” he gasped out, hands returning to your hips when yours grasped the headboard for balance. “Not gonna last if you keep at this—shit.”

“Play with my clit,” you breathed, walls clenching around him at the hungry look he gave in return, “and I won’t either.”

Wordlessly, he nodded, tongue flicking out to wet his thumb before settling over your clit, pushing back the hood before rubbing tight circles over it. You let out a broken shout and he moaned quietly, cock twitching pleasantly inside you.

“G-G’nna…” he gasped, swallowing thickly as he staved off his climax.

You nodded, pace picking up just barely as you chased your releases. A moment later, your walls began fluttering around him and your back arched, mouth open in a silent scream as you plummeted over your peak. The sight of you was all it took for Wooyoung to follow, reaching up and pulling you down into his chest as he emptied into you.

The silence was jarring when you both came back to your senses, only the sound of your heavy breaths filling the space now. You sighed with a smile and let your eyes flutter shut, allowing yourself to bask in the afterglow before the sweat would force you to the bathroom. Your boyfriend held you tight, pressing kisses into your hair as his hands roamed over your back.

“I love you, Wooyoungie,” you murmured sleepily, smiling as you felt him chuckle.

“I love you too, Y/N-ie,” he replied readily.

“This is the best year yet.”

He beamed. “And it’s only day one.”

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violetmoondaughter · 6 months ago

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Haloa means “threshing floor” or “garden.”

The celebration was held every year during the month of Poseideon (December-January), after the end of the first harvest. The feast was held around the threshing floor (αλώνια) and only women participated, while men were almost always excluded. Men had a legal and moral obligation to pay their wives' expenses for these festivities.

The festival was dedicated to Demeter and Dionysus as a celebration of the harvest, grapes and wine. Rituals took place during the pruning of the vines and the tasting of wine, when the soil around the vineyards was cut and hoed and the first cycle of fermentation completed. According to these notes, the women's ritual practices involved “pits, snakes, pigs and genital patterns, all with more or less sexual significance.”

The sexual aspect of the festival was deeply linked to two different myths: The myth of Baubo and the myth of Icarius. The first myth is related to that of Demeter and Kore in which the goddess Demeter, grieving over the disappearance of her daughter, wanders the land bringing destruction until she meets Baubo, who manages to make her laugh by showing her her genitals and thus bringing back a spark of vitality and fertility for the land.

The second myth recalls the one in which Dionysus gives wine to men through Icarius, who is killed by the people who confuse drunkenness with poisoning. Dionysus punishes the citizens by maddening their sexual desire, and the oracle tells them that they must placate the gods by dedicating clay models of genitals to them. This dedication thus became a custom of the festival.

Both festivals involved lustful words and activities, an abundance of sexual symbols, and the consumption of much wine and pornographic confectionery. Women celebrated alone so that they had freedom of speech, and some sources state that “the sacred symbols of both sexes were handled, the priestesses secretly whispered into the ears of the women present words that might not be uttered aloud, and the women themselves uttered all manner of… unseemly quips and jests”. After the banquet, women would dance around a giant phallus, leaving offerings and engaging in ritual obscenity.

Priestess presented the fruit offerings and conducted the initiation ceremonies under the presidency of women. The feast consisted of specific foods such as cereals, fish, fowl, and cakes shaped like the symbols of sex. Forbidden foods included flesh and pomegranate.

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dks-smut · 9 months ago

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&yet part 2

Pairing: f!reader x rm!Sehun x Kyungsoo

Rating: Mature

Word Count: ~4,800

Genre: Smut, Jealousy, Angst, Friends/Strangers to FWB (to lovers?)

Warnings: Teasing, drugs/alcohol, foreplay, mutual masturbation.

Plot: Sehun is your best friend and roommate. He invites his new friend over, Kyungsoo, to help him through a rough breakup. As tensions build, the dynamic between you three takes a turn.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 /

——///——

You woke up the next morning on the couch a bit confused as to why you were there. You are alone, yet there is a blanket over you and a pillow under your head. It dawns on you that you must have passed out. You stretch and roll off the couch onto your feet. You start walking towards the bathroom and events from last night flash across your memory. After showering and dressing, you relax in front of the TV eating cereal. It’s quite late in the morning to be getting up. Usually you are up before the sun, but it’s almost 11:00am.

While zoning out, watching mind numbing TV, Sehun comes down the hall, yawning. He goes into the fridge and grabs a yogurt. He sits down next to you, just nodding since your mouth is full.

“Where’s Kyungsoo?” Sehun asks.

“Not sure. I woke up and he wasn’t here,” you respond.

“Nothing happened between you two?” Sehun asks.

“What? No. I just met him. He seems nice enough.”

Sehun chuckles, “It was a joke. I covered you up and went to bed. Kyungsoo fell asleep at the other end of the couch.”

”Well, thanks for looking out for me. I can’t believe I slept so late,” you huff.

”I mean, last night was pretty wild,” Sehun jests. “Plus, it’s the weekend, don’t be so hard on yourself,” he continues. “Are you sure you didn’t scare Kyungsoo away? Did you come on to him?”

Sehun is laughing with a mouthful of yogurt, creating a gross sound, which makes you start to laugh.

“No! I swear! The last thing I remember was falling asleep on your shoulder and then waking up,” you say. “Are you trying to set us up or something?”

”What? I mean you guys should hookup. I know you’ve not gotten laid in a long time,” he responds.

You choke on your cereal, mainly because of Sehun’s idea, but mostly because he knows you’ve not had sex in awhile. It hurts, like the truth is supposed to sometimes.

”I don’t even know him. What kind of person do you think I am?” you say, half joking.

“You could just hook up. If you want.”

You take another spoonful of cereal, rolling your eyes, while half listening to the junk on TV. You hope he leaves it there, not to further this conversation.

”I’m meeting my friend tonight at the bar, you and Kyungsoo wanna join?” you ask, completely ignoring Sehun.

”Yeah! Let’s do it! Let’s get smashed!”

“I could set you up with her, but I know you have no issue with finding women to have sex with,” a smirk hiding behind your statement.

Sehun laughs, “Very funny! But we can set each other up! Me with your friend and you with Kyungsoo!”

“Why are you so adamant about setting me up with anyone?” you ask as you tilt the bowl to drink the last of the milk out of it. As you get up to put your bowl in the sink, Sehun grabs his phone while finishing up his yogurt. He glances up as you pass him toward the kitchen.

“I’m not trying to. I just thought it’d be nice, since, you know…” Sehun’s voice gets quieter, hoping you don’t take offense.

“I get it, I do. Believe me. I’m the one going without, not you. Sorry if I sound ungrateful. I don’t know what I want.” A relationship? A friend with benefits? One night stand?

“Well, let me know when you figure it out, and I can help. But not like that, I swear!” Sehun says as he follows you to the kitchen.

“Ew! No! Why would we do that? I like you as my friend!” you say. “Also, my friend is lesbian,” you add as you walk from the kitchen, noticing Sehun choking on his spit. He offers a playful push to your back as you continue into the living room.

And that was that. There is a part of you that cannot get Kyungsoo off your mind. His demeanor, his laugh, his silence and gaze. He makes you wonder what he’s thinking about; his eyes demanding your attention. When you speak, his eyes dart around your face before focusing in on your eyes, never glancing away. That look makes you feel like he’s the sun and you’re the only one in his orbit. The mysteriousness surrounding him makes your mind wander off to not so appropriate places.

- - -

The plan was set in motion. You all met up at the bar to blow off steam from another shitty work week. You really wanted to let loose but in a way that meant no one would have to look after you. You decided to take a shot as soon as you walked up to the bar. You needed some liquid courage if you were going to be in Kyungsoo’s presence all night.

Once the shot was settling in your stomach, you and Sehun shuffled to grab a table while your friend, Jules, went to the bathroom. Kyungsoo had texted Sehun earlier saying he was going to be late. The three of you are having a great time, meaning, you all take a round of shots. I really am going to let loose, but only so much. Two shots so far. Pace yourself. Don’t embarrass yourself.

You all ordered some wings and beer, and just then, Kyungsoo walks through the door. His eyes widen as he scans the bar looking for us. When he catches sight of Sehun, he begins to walk over. You only know this since you’re the only one facing the doors at a table tucked away in a corner. You see his hurried but determined look as he takes the seat next to you. You introduce him to Jules and Sehun passes him a glass of beer he poured from the pitcher. As an awkward silence dove over the table, Sehun pipes up, “Here’s to breakups. A new beginning!”

Kyungsoo looks over to Sehun and smirks, clinks his glass with ours, sips, and begins to look sad.

“Man, I’m sorry! I’m trying to lighten the mood!” Sehun says as he rubs Kyungsoo on the shoulder.

“No, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be a downer. The cut is still new, it needs to heal. Please don’t let me stop you from having fun,” Kyungsoo says as he leans in towards Sehun so other patrons don’t hear him.

“More alcohol then!” you say for some levity and top off Kyungsoo’s glass. He lifts his head up and smiles wholeheartedly as he raises his glass to his lips.

God, his plump lips. So soft, so distracting.

Luckily the night is filled with drunken anecdotes, silly parlor games, and unintended physical contact. The table is small and since getting drunk meant people, unintentionally or not, become more likely to gesticulate. The smell of Kyungsoo would waft its way beneath your nose and goosebumps cover your arms. You shake to bring warmth and feeling back to your body. Kyungsoo notices you shiver and leans in to inquire,

“Are you okay? Are you cold?” You don’t realize he’s speaking to you until you become overwhelmed by his scent, yet again. He breaks your stupor with his warmth, your skin now aflame.

”Oh yeah, just got the chills. Sorry to worry you,” you stammer out, shoving the glass of beer to your mouth to quickly guzzle the rest. So much for pacing yourself. You can still ease up, just order a glass of water. I feel like I’m already making a fool of myself in his presence. I can’t do this sober. Help me.

He leans away from you and watches as you slam down the glass to then excuse yourself from the table. You need a break and can’t wait for the server to appear again to ask for water. Sehun yells from the table as you leave. You don’t turn around, walking up to the bar.

”Hey, did you hear me? Are you okay? You look moody,” Sehun asked in the lowest, most serious tone you’ve ever heard from him. But you’re both drunk, who knows if that’s even true.

”Yeah, wh—,” you stop and order from the bartender.

”Water?! Yeah, there’s something wrong.”

”I swear, everything’s fine. I’m trying to pace myself. Not get too drunk. I don’t want to embarrass myself,” you say, grabbing the water, nodding and mouthing thank you.”

”That’s never mattered before. Really, do you feel okay?” Sehun asks. He grabs you by the shoulder, turning you around. He reaches his palm to your forehead,

”You feel a little war—“,

”Stop it. Seriously. I’m fine. Please,” you beg Sehun and then chuckle as if to lighten the past dialogue.

You all sit and drink into the night. You are sure to alternate with water, and continue to graze on leftover wings and celery. Everyone seems to be laughing and you suddenly remember something very important. You gesture across the table to Sehun, as if smoking a joint. He perks up and announces,

“Who’s down for going back to our place for blunts and crafts?”

The table erupts with laughter.

“Very discreet. Nice one,” you start to laugh loudly and notice Kyungsoo’s attention falling upon you, his light, saving the dying. Your face turns red when you feel his gaze and say,

”I’ll go pay the tab. I’ll meet you outside.”

“It’s my turn. I’ll get it this time,” Sehun says.

”Nope, I invited everyone, my treat.”

Everyone smiles toward you and says their thanks. Kyungsoo bows his head and thanks you earnestly. You will never forget the way his bangs fell into his eyes and then the way he ran his fingers through them to push it back. Your knees are weak as you walk up to pay.

You light a smoke as soon as you exit the building. Everyone but Jules was partaking. The group of you loiter for a bit longer until you decide to start walking in the direction of your and Sehun’s place.

- - -

Settling onto the couch with your freshly rolled joint, you begin to take out various craft items. Jules and Sehun are sitting on the floor next to the coffee table. You and Kyungsoo are sitting together on the couch. Everyone is grabbing at colored pencils, stickers, glue, and glitter.

You light up the joint and start the rotation. You pass it to Sehun on your left, he passes it to Jules, then Kyungsoo. He seems quite nervous and doesn’t drag very hard. He exhales and begins to cough. While still coughing, he passes you the joint. Oh my god, my lips are going to be where his lips were. I can’t hold it in. I’m going to lose it.

You look up at Kyungsoo and take the joint, careful not to linger or touch his hand. Just then, Sehun pipes up,

“I’m gonna make something cute for my mom!”

“I didn’t realize you were still in kindergarten,” Jules says.

“Hey, you’re never too old to love your mom or to give her something handmade,” Sehun says back, still buzzed. He didn’t really care about other peoples’ opinions, especially when it came to his mom. It was all in loving jest, everyone still concentrating on what they were going to create.

You take a nice, long drag and finally exhale, careful not to blow it towards anyone. This pause made you look over to Kyungsoo, diligently creating a little pocket notepad. He used some thread to join some paper, and now he is placing washi tape on each page as a border. No matter what he is doing, it gives you the chills. He’s just quietly working and not to mention tidying up the supplies as he goes, careful to put items back in their place.

The four of you are getting a bit tired after all the revelry. You stand and ask if anyone would like a drink. You definitely needed water since weed always gives you cottonmouth. Once you return, you set down the water glasses and get comfortable on your spot on the couch. Sehun and Jules decide to sit on the loveseat that was perpendicular to the sofa you and Kyungsoo occupied. You decide on a funny show that everyone has seen a million times.

While resting your head on the armrest with a blanket covering your feet, you comment on a funny joke in the show. This rouses everyone to repeat their favorite jokes from the show. By god, you have never heard Kyungsoo speak so much at once, and you could get used to it. His low timbre, his rich and deep voice, so soothing, yet so sexy. You grab your phone while Jules is telling her favorite joke, and send a funny gif to Sehun. Once he hears his phone vibrate, he picks it up to look and immediately starts laughing.

“What's so funny?” Jules asks.

“Just a funny gif. I’ll send it to you,” Sehun replies.

“Hey, I want to see!” Kyungsoo interrupts. He looks over to you, since he’s far from everyone else and asks you to send it to him.

“I don’t have your number,” you say meekly.

Shit, I am getting his number. I can’t believe this. Just be cool.

Now that everyone was in on the joke, silence returns.

Everyone seemed to be on a good mix of high and drunk. Silly, sloppy, bursts of laughter, and moments of silence. With that, you feel like you’re the only one who is hiding something. That need within you is lurking, which could cause you to act on it, like you were being split into two opposing directions. You’re trying hard to ease the tension by pressing your thighs together.

Why does weed make me supremely horny? My standard is being regular horny, but weed takes it up ten notches. Holy hell.

More drunken antics ensue. Being this needy right now is stressing you out. You rise from the couch announcing to the room,

”I’m headed out for a cigarette. Wanna join?”

”Oh! Me!” Sehun jumps up while heading to put on his cardigan.

”Yes. I really need one,” Kyungsoo says quietly.

”I’ll just be here. With all the booze, drugs, and glitter. Having way more fun than you three!” Jules chimes in sarcastically, chuckling to herself as you exit onto the balcony.

With another person out here, your shoulders are squished in between Sehun and Kyungsoo. As you’re all smoking out in the crisp and clear night, Sehun begins telling Kyungsoo an inside joke. Something about how one of their coworkers has horrible body odor. They both chuckle and you are silent, off in your own land; a land of hands touching, and lips meeting. Your elbow slips from the railing and hits Kyungsoo’s arm. He looks over at you and grazes your arm, he pulls back immediately,

”I’m sorry. My fault,” he ekes out hesitantly.

“Shit, I’m sorry. My arm slipped. Totally my bad,” you answer.

”Well, I don’t have cooties,” Kyungsoo jokes.

“See what I mean? I told you he was quiet but funny!” Sehun begins laughing hysterically at Kyungsoo’s burn.

While Sehun’s head is bobbing around from laughing, you glance over at Kyungsoo and he mouths quietly to you, "I'm sorry,” and bows his head.

You’re not sure why he’s saying sorry. You both turn to look out at the night skyline, continuing your cigarettes. Again, a silence takes hold and you begin to feel Kyungsoo’s body warmth since he is pressed closely to you. There’s really something about being in the presence of a person like him. It’s hard to describe. It takes hold of all rationality; your body, your will power.

Having gone back inside to get cozy, Jules calls it a night.

”It’s been great. I will cherish my glitter picture frame for all time. Nice to meet you, Kyungsoo. See you jerks later,” she says and closes the door behind her.

Kyungsoo also gets up, feeling a bit awkward now that he is the only guest left. Hoping not to stay past his welcome. He extends his thanks and turns to leave before adding,

”Have a good night. It was fun. And thank you again. See you at work, Sehun.”

Sehun gives a thumbs up and laughs, Kyungsoo copying him. His hearty laughter is also something else. The way it deeply vibrates right down to your pussy.

You and Sehun stay up longer on the couch watching shows until you start yawning and Sehun says,

”I’m out. I can’t. I’m hittin’ the hay.”

”I can’t get up. Too comfy. Night night,” you mumble into the blanket with your eyes closed.

Maybe if you hadn’t gone to bed horny this wouldn’t have happened. None of it, but it starts with you dreaming of Kyungsoo once you've fallen asleep…

His fingers lightly graze your cheek. You’re standing on the threshold of your bedroom. He drags his fingers down around your neck to bring your lips to his. You shrink into the kiss, unsure of how this started. You realize the feeling of his full lips on yours is euphoric. You lean into his kiss, and place both palms on his broad shoulders.

He begins to walk you backwards toward your bed. You resist his force which causes him to ease up and bring his mouth back to yours. He lifts your jaw to deepen the kiss and you both open your mouths, tongues gliding in unison. You let out a slight whimper at the feeling of his tongue on yours, the saliva, his hands on your body. He pauses to open his eyes and removes his lips from yours, asking,

”Are you okay? Please tell me if you’re not. Promise?”

Still in shock with Kyungsoo’s saliva on your lips, you answer,

”Yes. I need you. I promise.”

He steps back, holding your cheeks up toward his gaze. It’s as if he’s trying to get the right lighting to see every part of you. Trying to swallow you whole starting with his eyes, then his lips. You really can’t do this anymore, and you smash your face into his. You do this with so much fervor that your teeth clink together as you rush to put your tongue in his mouth. You start sucking on his bottom lip and then bite it while pulling down a bit. Kyungsoo grunts so deeply that your pussy begins to leak.

You place your hands under his shirt to feel his body, which causes him to shiver. He presses his lips harder into yours and places his hands on your ass. He squeezes and you moan into his mouth. His fingers trace up the small of your back to your rib cage, ending with both palms groping your breasts. You’re moaning more and even louder as he leans you back onto your bed.

His hand goes up your shorts and rubs over the waistband of your underwear. You stretch out and moan when his fingers dips lower to rub over your pussy. You start to writhe and he watches your every movement, even when your eyes roll back into your head. He makes you feel like the hottest person alive, his every move and thought dedicated to you and your pleasure. He slips two fingers under your panties and when he reaches your bare pussy, you wake up.

You awake to a horrible empty feeling, like there is a hole or a missing piece. You start to replay the dream over and over in your head. You’ve never had a wet dream quite like this, it was too real. It was overwhelming, your body aching while imagining the feeling of his hands on you. Your thighs rub together and there is a familiar feeling of wetness. You reach into your underwear and flick a finger through your slit. Before reaching beyond, your labia was covered in slick.

You place two fingers to your clit and start rubbing, spreading your wetness farther. You moan softly as you now begin to pinch your nipple from under your shirt. You spread your thighs apart and gyrate your hips from beneath the blanket. Your mind is rewinding and slowing down parts of your dream while loving the feeling of your own touch.

A small floor creak gives away a watcher. You snap up from the couch, leaving your bottom half still covered by the blanket. You try to adjust your vision to look beyond the dark hallway corner. You see Sehun’s outline. He steps out into the light of the living room. His face is flush and you see he has a hard-on beneath his boxer briefs. Your eyes are wide as you yank the blanket to cover your upper half.

“Please continue,” Sehun says in a hushed tone.

”What? Am I dreaming again?” You ask, while Sehun is approaching you on the couch.

“Stop. What do you think is going to happen?” Sehun says, responding to a question with a question.

You really had no idea what was happening or what Sehun was going to do next but your pulsing pussy won out over self control.

He sat gently on the other end of the couch, resting against the back, his head turning to look at you. Your toes touch his thighs and he begins to rub himself over his underwear. Starting intently at you.

“Let’s help each other out. No weirdness. Just watching, no touching,” Sehun says as he reaches to grip his painfully hard cock.

This feels surreal, having Sehun’s bare cock spring up while sitting just feet away. You feel taken aback by these events, not knowing how to respond. Sehun adds,

“Please. I heard you and saw you. I know you need it.”

“What are you talking about?” you ask him, trying not to focus too long on his dick.

“You don’t have to be ashamed. I know you haven’t been with anyone in a long time. I heard your moans. I came out to see you touching yourself. I heard how wet you are.

You want to cower under the blanket and go back to sleep, but everything Sehun said was true.

“Will this ruin what we have?” you ask sincerely.

“You don’t have to show me anything. But now you’ve seen my dick. No big deal right?”

“Well, since you put it that way, all right.” you thoughtlessly reply and your hands go back under your pajamas.

You close your eyes and begin, again, to imagine Kyungsoo’s lips and hands. The way he ardently crashed his face into yours. The way he guided you to your bed, the way he overtook you and leaned over your body, taking in every minute detail.

Your eyes open to witness Sehun cranking away on his dick. Looking over toward you every now and again, but mostly he has his head back and eyes closed. Since he doesn’t seem to be fazed by what is transpiring, you begin to pinch your clit which causes a yelp to fall out of your mouth. Sehun turns his head slightly, barely opening his eyes, and grunts. The creases of a smirk are hardly visible.

Once you brush off the awkwardness, you travel deep within your reverie. You begin to push two of your fingers inside your hot pussy. You were already close to cumming after you woke up from the dream, but now you are at the precipice. One more flash of Kyungsoo’s delicate hands gripping your waist, and you finally orgasm. Your hand is stuck between your tightly closed thighs while your hips thrust upward, finally slowing once you come down. While you’re trying to catch your breath and you open your eyes again only to remember Sehun is jerking off. You moaning through your orgasm seems to cause Sehun to cum, finally ejaculating into his hand. He takes a deep breath, puts his shrinking cock back inside his underwear and goes to the sink to wash his hands. He returns with a damp paper towel for you to which you shyly accept.

“I hope this was okay. Not so bad, right?” Sehun asks while sitting back down on the sofa.

“Yeah, it’s fine. Let’s forget this happened and go back to normal,” you confess.

“Yes, let’s pretend we were having a dream. Especially the one you were having when I came out to hear you moaning and writhing in your sleep.”

“Exactly. Just a dream,” you say and finally move to get up off the couch to take a shower.

“What were you dreaming about?” Sehun asks as you disappear down the hall.

“It was a celebrity. Don’t worry,” you answer back.

- - -

After having showered, you’re in your room finding something to wear. You want to listen to some music while doing so, then after, you might tidy your room up a bit. You grab your phone and as soon as you do you see a text from Kyungsoo,

‘Thanks again for last night, it was fun.’

‘Care to hang out again soon?’

Your face is flush and your heart feels as if it might implode. Your fingers shake as you try to type a response. Not sure what to say, you finally decide on a gif of a sitcom character giving the thumbs up.

Kyungsoo barely spoke last night but sending two texts in quick succession was surprising. Not sure what kind of texter you expected him to be, but this wasn’t close. The texts were to the point, no emojis or gifs, so it definitely feels like it’s in the realm of possibility that Kyungsoo did author these texts. You never expected he’d be the one to text you first, or to text you at all. Maybe he had feigned wanting to see the gif and thought this was his way of getting your number. Maybe Kyungsoo wanted to keep it from Sehun by not asking him directly for it. This is what happens to your thoughts when you suddenly have the most handsome and polite man texting you about wanting to hang out. Over analyzing every facet of each second in your life is your forte. You’re comfortable in your own brain but these thoughts can make you anxious and depressed.

Your phone vibrates again with Kyungsoo sending a link to a tiny, hole-in-the-wall eatery. You click and scroll through photos with your stomach grumbling along the way. You type a salivating emoji back to him. He responds with,

’This place is delicious. I know the family who runs it.’

He wasn’t leading or asking you again if you would accept or deny the invitation. Your mind reels with possible replies. Should you go? What would Sehun think if he found out? He was trying to set you and Kyungsoo up before you even met him, so maybe, he would be fine with it. He even told you he noticed you were in a sexual drought. But also this could be nothing or turn into nothing. Maybe Kyungsoo wasn’t interested in a physical relationship with you. Maybe he really just wants to be friends. There your mind goes again with every hypothetical known in the universe.

’Looks great! You’ll have to tell me what you recommend. How’s Friday night?’

It wasn’t long until Kyungsoo replied,

’Perfect. I can pick you up. I know it’s far from your apartment.’

Fuck, I’m going to be getting into a car with him. His car. And how is he so considerate and thoughtful?

’It’s a plan! See you then,’ and you added a smiling face with smiling eyes emoji. The one with the rosy cheeks.

As you turn around to finish dressing you hear a knock on the door. Your giddiness and beaming smile fade and your shoulders sink. You remember what transpired out in the living room with Sehun. You rush to put your clothes on and shout,

”Just a minute! Getting dressed!

You open the door as your arm straightens through the sleeve of your shirt. You really don’t want to make things awkward, remembering what Sehun said. We fucking came together on the couch! How can this not be awkward! You look up at him and ask,

”Hey, yeah, what’s up?” You step sideways making room for him to enter.

”I wanted to apologize for earlier. I was not thinking with my brain. I mean, after I heard you then saw you, that was it,” he says as he takes a seat on your bed.

”I agreed to it. There’s no need to be sorry. Since we’ve acknowledged this, let’s forget it, like you said,” you reply, standing in front of your open door, your hand gripping the handle.

”Okay, but please let’s go back, starting now,” Sehun adds.

”Deal. Forgotten. I’m hungry and I need to get high,” you say while rubbing your stomach.

”Great minds, they say!” Sehun says excitedly.

How in the hell did you weave yourself such an awfully tangled web?

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Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

#exo smut #kyungsoo #kyungsoo smut #doh kyungsoo #kyungsoo exo #exo fanfic #exo #sehun smut #sehun x reader #kyungsoo x reader #kyungsoo fanfic #d.o. kyungsoo #exo sehun #sehun fanfic #oh sehun

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shallowseeker · 5 months ago

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To decode his references, Castiel just has to recognize the media in question, and then determine which aspect of it Dean finds similar to whatever real life event is occuring.

Oh i am LAUGHING. you can see why Cas may have wanted to STEAL A SECRET DECODER RING (even in jest) FROM A CEREAL BOX

his bf requires a wiki just to even begin to understand

think fast by knameless

#think fast ao3 #knameless ao3

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spacedoutman · 4 months ago

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You teach Paul the art of selfies

Fluff!

Paul tilted his head, staring down at his phone like his bowl of cereal in the mornings. He raised his eyebrows and shifted his phone lower. “Goddamn, how do you work this thing?” He muttered. He pulled the ‘Starchild pucker’ and make a kissy-face before rolling onto his side, sighing harshly. He lifted the phone just enough to where it caught you lying in bed beside him.

You sat up, rubbing your eyes. “Oh my god..” You groaned. “Paul, what are you doing with that?” Still fighting off sleep, you reached for the phone. Paul chuckled, holding it up high enough for you to sit back down.

“You look amazing this morning, Y/N.” He said softly. You smiled.

“Thanks. What are you doing with that, babe?”

He sat up. The bed springs complained. He quickly turned to face you. “I’m trying to what you younger people call a selfie..” He sighed, brushing his hand through his hair. He paused, furrowing his brows.

“Those are tricky.” You teased. “You’ sure you can do it?”

He nodded. “It’ll definitely take some practice.” He shrugged, ruffling his hair. He drug it in his face to where it looked like he’d just gotten out of bed. You pulled the blanket over your chest and rested your chin on his shoulder, making your best duck face and popping bunny ears behind him. He snapped a photo. You laughed, he giggled.

“Goddamn..” He groaned, fixing his hair again. “How the hell do you do this??”

You grabbed his phone and tossed your arm over his shoulder, angling it just right. “Make a face.” You said. Paul nodded and did his Starchild face at the camera. You held it more at an upwards angle before snapping a photo.

“Damn. I’ve never seen anything like this. I’m obsessed!” He rambled, taking it back.

He looked at you, his face softening. “Could I try?” He said softly. You nodded.

“I encourage you!”

He moved the phone to where you had it, made a face and gestured at you. You smiled at the camera, making a heart in your hands and setting your chin on it. He took a picture. The white sheets made the place looked as lifeless as the Kardashian’s house. “Do you think we should go somewhere more colorful?” You said cautiously.

“Contrast.” He shrugged, moving the phone and snapping another picture.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, laying your head against his. You grinned. He snapped a photo, still making the starchild face. “Are you really gonna’ do that in all our pics?” You teased, ruffling his hair. He laughed and nodded.

“It’s the face.” He jested.

“Maybe you should try something different. Maybe.. add a smile or even raise your eyebrow. Mix it up! You can take as many photos as you want until your storage runs out.”

“You’re so right!” He enthused.

Paul stared straight at the camera and took a picture. You stared with him, widening your eyes so you could stare through the soul of the next onlooker. Paul smoldered. You matched him. You made a duck face, he joined you. The two of you looked at each other, your noses brushing. You both became giggling middle schoolers.

“Okay, okay, we are so gonna’ have a blast!” You exclaimed, “—Hell, maybe we can do this in the park-”

“Not the car.”

You giggled. He dropped the phone, swinging you into his arms “I think I’m getting the hand of this.” He purred. You blushed at his charming smile. He twirled your hair around his finger before kissing you. Your lips together felt like fate itself. You pushed into him, deepening the kiss. Your heart fluttered. While you could kiss him forever, he eased away.

“Hey, hey, we still have stuff to do today.” He playfully reprimanded.

You scoffed, raiding your eyebrow. “Like what?”

“Taking better selfies!”

#haha I got inspired by this quickly lol #kissblr #kiss band #paul stanley #x reader #x yn #fluff #old man and you #kiss fanfiction #where am I #sorry I am late with updates got puled by the cops

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winxanity-ii · 1 year ago

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"C'mon, Stasi, you gonna let that bleach blonde, bad-built, butch body touch yo shit!?" It was 11 in the morning, and here you were, comfortably resting in the living room across the sofa, eating a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch while watching Season 7 of Bad Girls Club. The TV blared with the intensity of the ongoing fight between Stasi and Shelly.

"Beat her ass! Beat her ass! Beat her ass!" you chanted at the screen, fully immersed in the drama.

You were comfortably dressed in your cow onesie, complete with a hood with ears and an attached tail on the back, making the scene all the more comical. Just as you were about to see the climax of the fight, there was a knock at the front door.

Pausing the television, you got up, slightly annoyed at the interruption. "Who is it?" you called out, making your way to the door.

"It's Seora!" came the excited reply.

Opening the door, you were greeted by the sight of your best friend practically bouncing on the balls of her feet. You looked at her, confused. "Seora? What are you doing here?"

Seora stopped her excited bouncing to deadpan at you. "Did you really forget about me coming by to tell you something?"

Your eyes widened as you drew out a slow and unsure, "Uh, yes?"

Seora sighed, shaking her head. "You really are something else, ____. Anyway, my uncle invited me over to his new place, and you have to come with me because I don't wanna go alone. It'll be fun!"

You stuttered, recalling how handsome her dad is. And if her uncle is anything like her dad, he's gonna be fine as hell. "W-wait, what about my clothes? I'm not dressed for—"

Seora cut you off with a wave, pointing to her own attire. She wore a large red bonnet to protect her hair, and a large red hoodie that engulfed her frame. Lifting it up, she showcased her tank top and sleeping shorts. "See? Me neither."

Before you could protest any further, she dragged you out of the house.

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You both were dropped off at Seora's uncle's house by her mother, a beautiful dark-skinned woman with long locs named Aniyah. She was the epitome of grace and strength, her eyes filled with warmth and wisdom. As she pulled up to the curb, she turned to you both with a smile.

"Alright, you two, have fun. Seora, make sure to call me when you two are ready to be picked up," Aniyah said, her voice carrying the loving authority of a mother who cared deeply for her daughter and her daughter's best friend.

"Will do, Mom!" Seora replied, giving her mother a quick kiss on the cheek before hopping out of the car.

You followed, carrying your bowl of cereal that was now empty thanks to Seora's snacking during the ride. You were still pouting over the loss of your cereal as you walked up to the door of the three-story home.

"Thanks, Ms. Aniyah!" you called back, waving as she drove off. Aniyah waved back, her locs swaying gently in the breeze as she pulled away from the curb.

As you approached the house, you couldn't help but be impressed by its grandeur. Seora rang the doorbell and waved into the Ring camera.

While you waited, you looked around, taking in the exterior of the place. "This is big. Do they have any single apartments for rent here?" you joked—not that you were planning on moving out of your parents' home, but it was nice to see other options.

Seora snorted. "Apartment? This is one house, my uncle's to be exact," she replied, shaking her head at your jest.

Just as she finished her statement, the door swung open, and a blur of movement came forward, yanking Seora into a big hug. The figure twirled her side to side with bubbles of laughter filling the air. You watched as your best friend squealed and hugged the figure back, her joy infectious.

After a few seconds, the figure let Seora down, and you finally got a good look at him. Your soul practically ascended into heaven—the man was a Renaissance painting come to life. His hair was pink and fluffy like cotton candy, matching the shade of his plump lips. Pale skin shone flawlessly like porcelain, and his dark almond eyes stared back at you with a playful glint.

...____...____...

..____... ____..."____!" You were elbowed harshly out of your daydream by Seora.

"Girl, I know you heard me call your name like 10 times," she huffed before turning back to her uncle. "Sorry, Uncle Jinnie, she's a bit of an airhead around pretty faces. Should have expected this."

Jin just laughed, waving her off as he opened the door wider and moved over. "It's fine, Seoseo. Besides, I never get tired of hearing how handsome I am," he said with a wink. "Give me a moment, and I'll go fetch you two some house-shoes, but for right now, come in. We have a sitting space near the doorway."

With that, he left to go get you two some house-shoes. As soon as he was gone, you snapped your head towards Seora, gripping her by the collar. "How could you? You're out here sabotaging my chance at love now?!"

Seora just rolled her eyes at your behavior, already expecting it. "Oh, hush. No such thing as sabotaging something that was never gonna happen."

You stopped mid-rant to blink at her. "What? I'm grown as fuck. I could totally bag your uncle."

Seora flared her nose. "First of all, ew. Second of all, you just turned 18. And third of all, your chances were ruined the moment I introduced you as my best friend. Besides, he's 25 and he's adamant about not dating for love right now."

You sniffled, heartbroken at her words. You knew she wasn't lying; there was no reason for her to. You looked dramatically at the ground, sighing, gripping your chest. "I can see our future slipping away like sand in the glass of time..."

Seora couldn't help but push your shoulder. "Oh, can it, Juliet. Besides, if you were listening to his introduction instead of daydreaming, you'd have heard he's staying here with like six other dudes."

"Six!?"you wheezed, unable to fathom so many living together besides family. It took a second longer for her sentence to register. "Wait, dudes? As in, six other males live here!?" you said, gripping her arms once more.

Seora just hummed, "Yeah."

Soon, the sound of Jin's voice came from further in the house. "You guys are always losing shit! Now where's the other goddamn pair of house shoes we keep for guests?!"

"Ask Hobi!" a random voice shouted back.

Jin could then be heard groaning loudly before going quiet, seemingly to go find the missing shoes. You turned back to your best friend, leaning in close and whispering, "Bonnet. Now."

Seora spluttered, "What-why?? I need my bonnet!"

You flared your nose, yanking down the hood of your onesie to reveal your head of half-taken down scalp braids. "Because," you hissed, pointing to your head, "someone dragged me out of the house without even checking to see if I was done taking down my hair."

Seora looked sheepishly away. "Fine," she muttered, untying her bonnet and handing it to you.

Just as you finished putting the bonnet on and tying it around your head, Jin returned with the shoes. With a sheepish grin, he handed them to you two. "Sorry about that. Now, how about I give you two a tour of the house before stopping by the kitchen to grab us some lunch?"

"Sounds like a plan." "Sure."

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Jin rushed into the kitchen like a headless chicken. "Chips...juice...ramen..." he listed everything off as he scourged through the cabinets and fridge to create a small snack assortment for you and Seora.

Jungkook was seated at the table, eating from his bowl while watching YouTube on his phone propped up in front of him. He looked up when he heard Jin rushing around to gather all the food and snacks before going back to watching his video.

A scowling Yoongi then walked in, halting once he saw Jin mixing two bowls of something with one hand and balancing bags of chips, candy, and juice in the other. "Are you really going to eat all that? After just devouring enough food to feed like 4 of us?" he questioned, walking to the fridge to grab himself a bottle of banana milk.

Jin rolled his eyes at the male before sarcastically responding with a "Yeah, so?"

"Such a fat ass," Yoongi jeered with a shake of his head, walking past the older.

Jin froze, stunned by his words. "What did you just say?" he asked, turning to set the bowls aside.

Jungkook continued eating, observing the two in front of him as if they were acting in a drama.

Yoongi turned, staring at Jin with a blank expression on his face. "I said, you've been eating all day and to quit being such a fat ass," he repeated slowly, finishing with a cross of his arms.

Jungkook gasped, covering his mouth with his hands; he glanced over to Jin only to see him gawking at Yoongi with wide eyes.

"Why would youㅡ?" Jin breathed out before looking around the kitchen, eyes once more landing on Yoongi's slumped form. "Oh, my Gods. You need to hide," he urged, leaving his food to grab a hold of Yoongi's shoulders.

Yoongi's face scrunched up in agitation as he shrugged off the male's hands. "The fuck I'm hiding for?"

"Yoongi, you don't understand what you just didㅡ"

"All I said was that you're a fat ass and to quit eating so damn much. You'd think someone would be upset at that statement, but you're just being weird as fuck, so I'm just a little bit confused."

"I know, I know, I know. I can explain later. But please, for now, just don't say it again," Jin sighed, running a hand down his face as he took a step back.

A snort left the mint-haired male's lips, "And if I do? I'm a motherfucking grown-ass man. I can say whatever the fuck I want, and if I wanna say you're being a fat assᅳ"

"Yoongi, pleaseᅳ"

"ᅳthen you're a fucking fat ass."

Suddenly, the kitchen door slammed open, startling everyone inside, and in walked Seora with you following closely behind.

"Oh, dear Gods, please have mercy on him," Jin whispered underneath his breath before walking back towards his spot by Jungkook.

"Who the hell are you?" Yoongi demanded as he took in Seora's features.

She had shoulder-length, curly black hair, tan brown skin, and almond-shaped brown eyes. Her head scarcely reached his nose. "No, who the hell are you, you wide nose, backwashed, no lip-having ass bitch?" she spat instead of answering his question.

"That's my niece; her name is Seora," Jin answered from behind the counter. "And over there is her best friend, ____."

"How old is she?" Yoongi asked, staring at the girl that was currently glaring blades at him.

"Don't worry about how old I am. What you need to worry about is why you shaped like a child yet dressed like you lived through the Great Depression." The girl spoke with a sneer on her face as she looked Yoongi up and down.

"Ooh~" Jungkook echoed in the background.

"She's 17," Jin sighed.

Yoongi's eyebrows arched up in astonishment, "Wow, what a mouth she has on her. This is how disrespectful kids these days are, huh?"

Jin just sighed in agreement. "I know," he muttered.

Seora snapped back, "You'd automatically get respect if you weren't shaped like a big-back blubber whale."

Jungkook choked on his food in laughter in the background, and you covered your lips, hiding your chuckle.

Yoongi could just stare gobsmacked before scoffing once more. "You need an ass whooping," he muttered.

Seora raised a brow. "Oh? Are you gonna deliver it to me? How 'bout you catch me outside instead of worrying about my age? I promise it won't affect the way yo' ass about to get beat," she challenged, taking a step towards Yoongi with narrowed eyes.

A chortle left Yoongi at her words, "Oh, you think you're tough? You really think you can beat me up?" he grinned.

Jin shot up from his seat, ready to stop the two before it got out of hand. "Yoongi, I wouldn't do that if I were youᅳ"

"Catch me outside? That's what you said, right? Then let's go outside," Yoongi said, cutting off Jin's sentence.

Seora nodded and began walking over to the door, "Yeah, let's go outside. Come on, come on."

You, watching the whole scene unfold, decided to step in. "Seora, c'mon, let's not make a scene. We're guests here, remember?" you said, trying to defuse the situation.

"____, it's fine. I got this," Seora replied, her eyes still locked on Yoongi.

Yoongi glanced back at Jin and Jungkook before shrugging his shoulders and turning around to follow the girl.

Out of nowhere, Seora swung around and struck Yoongi across his face, causing him to collapse onto the ground.

"Holy shit, man!" Jungkook roared, springing up from his seat.

"Goddamn!" You gasped, covering your mouth with both hands this time.

Jin rushed over to the two. "Oh, my Gods! Seora are you okay?" he asked Seora, holding her hand between his own.

"I'm fine, Uncle Jinnie," Seora replied, beaming up at the male.

"Are you shitting me! She just fucking pimp-slapped the shit out of me, and you're asking if she's okay!?" Yoongi shouted, holding the side of his face as he glared up at the two.

Seora looked around Jin, glaring down hard at Yoongi's form. "If you can't handle getting slapped, maybe you should watch what the fuck you say about my uncle," she sneered.

"Come on, sweetie, let's go get you something for your hand~" Jin cooed, walking Seora out the kitchen door.

Grumbling underneath his breath, Yoongi grimaced as his face throbbed in pain.

You moved over to Yoongi, offering him a hand. "Are you okay? That looked like it hurt," you said, genuinely concerned.

Yoongi took your hand and got up, rubbing his face. "I'll be fine. Just didn't expect her to hit so damn hard," he muttered.

Jungkook proceeded to eat his food when Taehyung suddenly walked into the kitchen. "Hey, did you guys know Jin's niece is here? She's so cuteᅳHoly shit! What the hell happened to your face, Yoongi?!" he asked, staring down at Yoongi's bruised skin.

"Shut the fuck up!" Yoongi hissed, shoving the boy aside as he hurried out of the kitchen.

Taehyung blinked before turning to face you. His lips pulled up into a boxy smile as he gave you a grin. "Hi, I'm Tae. Cute onesie, by the way. Where'd you get it?" he asked, smiling after giving you a once-over.

Your face immediately felt as if it were on fire. First, Seora's fine-ass uncle had to see you like this, and now him!?!

What had you done in your past life to deserve this? "I-uh, W-walmart.." you pathetically stuttered out.

Before anything else could be said, a few seconds later, Namjoon walked in with a frown on his face. "Can anyone please explain to me why Yoongi has a handprint on the side of his face?"

A/N: Inspired by: Catch me outside, how 'bout dat video. I hope you enjoyed it! See you guys later!

P.S. Yes, you read Seora's description correctly, she is Blasian. I did this because I haven't a lot of Blasian (Black & Asian mixed) characters on here, Quotev, or even Ao3, just Wasians (White & Asian mixed) which is sad asf, but what can you do?? So Jin's niece will be part black and Asian (her mother is black and her father, who is Jin's brother, is Korean). Also, i love Seora as a character and will incorporate/flesh her out more here unlike in 'No Hoods Attached' so if you don't like that, then you ass out, dueces.

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gotwcird · 22 days ago

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bibi just smiles a little when he remarks how his towel swallows her. likes it that way, honestly. likes that chase is larger and softer than her, finds it all at once comforting and arousing. somehow makes her even more possessive of him, she thinks. wants all of this man to herself. "three a.m., hm?" chortles a bit at that, didn't even know what time they started but it's got to have been awhile if the music has stopped. "wait, what time is breakfast time to you?" slips on the mothman shirt again and the boxers he'd handed her just now, turns around just in time to see him replace his contacts with glasses and fuck, the sight makes her breath hitch. it's honestly devastating how hot chase is in glasses, makes her frown as she comes up to him and pushes him playfully, the mention of cereal apparent enough in the face of his glasses. "you need to warn me when you put those on," bibi sighs dramatically, shaking her head. finds the afterglow of a long session apparently helps her feel a little more free to be cheesy, to be a little sappy. "y'look too good. it's like you're compelling me to suck your dick." is said all in jest, but honestly, if they weren't worn out and tired, she might have just done that.

bibi knows how to do this. presses little kisses here and there that almost leave him speechless from such a simple action. makes his heart swell so much that he's almost sure it'll break out of his chest. chase is almost thankful for the shower to be over in a way. something about being so exposed not in the bedroom makes him self conscious of build. "good." he follows behind like a lost puppy, laughs when he wraps his towel around her petite body. "it's swallowing you whole." chase always buys the extra large towels to properly fit around his body, swears it might wrap twice around bibi's form. he wraps his own around his waist and soon contacts are replaced with his glasses, slips them on and checks his own phone for the time. chuckles at it before he speaks. "about three am. no wonder we're so hungry. it's basically breakfast time." he dries himself, boxers and shorts following. sure to put on a shirt, something about the lizard man on the front. "uhhh. i make no promises but i know we at least have cereal." he wouldn't say they had much, depends on how much his roommates decided to devour in their druken state.

#bibi / chase #bibi / threads

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misery-and-mundane · 4 months ago

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My Little Sister Has an Imaginary Friend—And He Knows Too Much...

This has been going for 5 months now, so while I’m locked in my room I’ll explain what’s been happening.

My little sister, Emma, had always been the quiet type, often losing herself in the depths of her own imagination.

She’s six—bubbly, polite, and the kind of child who clings tightly to our mom’s leg in public. But she’s also incredibly bright for her age, a step ahead of her kindergarten classmates. She can already spell her full name in cursive and effortlessly rattle off complex words like chrysanthemum and onomatopoeia without missing a beat.

So when she told me she had an imaginary friend, I was more than a little surprised.

It was November, a Saturday morning. We were at the breakfast table, working through the remnants of a box of Frosted Flakes. Our mom was at work, Dad was on a jobsite, leaving me in charge of whipping up a makeshift breakfast. Normally we wouldn't be trapped inside the house, but the heavy snowfall must’ve come during the night, and 2 feet of snow is fun for the first ten minutes… until you figure out it's just water and your fingers are burning red hot. So we found ourselves trapped in the house.

As I absentmindedly stirred my now soggy cereal, my gaze flickered toward Emma. She was leaning forward, cupping her ear as if someone was whispering to her.

I felt my lips turn down into a frown.

Then, just as suddenly, she straightened up, expression unbothered.

I arched my brow. "What was that?" I asked attempting to seem as if i was jesting, stirring my spoon through the milky remains in my bowl. I wasn’t expecting her response…something about how casual she sounded— so..nonchalant had me feeling…well.. uneasy.

She shrugged, comoletely unfazed, and scooped a spoonful of cereal into her mouth.

"He's my imaginary friend," she chirped through a mouthful of Frosted Flakes.

The Adventure Time theme song echoed from the living room, filling the brief silence between us.

Her voice interrupted the cheerful tunes, "Danny says we should change the channel." Her voice was muffled, but I understood her perfectly.

She loved Adventure Time, like, never missed an episode type of love. So what was with the sudden change of heart? What, just because some imaginary friend told her to change it she had to do exactly that?

Maybe I was just irked by the fact that I wanted to watch what Adventures Finn and Jake would get up to, or maybe it was the revelation that this was kind of… I don't want to sound harsh, but, stupid. She was turning seven soon, in January, and now she's listening to imaginary people? This was… new. More strange than stupid, even.

The question left my lips before I could think better of it.

"Aren’t you a little old for an imaginary friend?" I asked, setting my spoon down.

Emma just shrugged again, then hopped up from her seat, padding around the table to grab the remote.

And that was it. The rest of the day passed without another mention of Danny.

I cringed internally, and pursed my lips together.

I told myself it was nothing, and for the rest of the day… I almost forgot about it.

I wish I had forgotten about it, because things got a lot worse.

As the days went on everything seemed normal for the most part, with the exception being Danny.

It's been a week now and my little sis still seemed smitten with her imaginary friend. A little too smitten if you ask me.

For the past week I often caught Emma in her room, sitting cross-legged on the floor, arranging her dolls in neat little rows—talking to him. Other times, I’d spot her through the kitchen window, out in the backyard on the swing set. She’d sway back and forth, her tiny legs kicking at the air, her laughter carried by the the light snowfall, a genuine smile of pure happiness plastered across her face.

I froze when I saw the swing next to hers moving too. Perfectly in sync. Back and forth.

I told myself it was just the wind. Maybe it was my overactive, seventeen-year-old brain playing tricks on me. Still, the whole thing felt off. Unsettling in a way I couldn’t quite explain.

One evening, as Mom and I put away the groceries in the kitchen, I swallowed the bundle of nerves and brought it up.

"Emma keeps talking to this imaginary friend… Danny." I said as I took the loaf of generic store brand bread out of the paper bag, placing it and a few other miscellaneous items on the kitchen counter.

My mom let out a small laugh, shaking her head as she placed a carton of eggs in the fridge. I could hear her short chortle.

“Really now?” She turned her head to the kitchen window glancing at Emma playing in the backyard sandbox (which was filled with fresh fallen snow), again— talking to what seemed to be herself— I mean to him. Danny.

"Well, tell Danny if he wants dinner, he’d better be at the table by six."

That was it. No concern, no curiosity—just casual amusement.

Maybe I was overreacting.

Or maybe… she was underreacting.

A shiver crept up my spine as a voice suddenly piped up from the doorway.

"Danny says he’ll be there."

I sucked in a sharp breath and spun around. Emma stood there, clutching her favorite stuffed bunny, her expression unreadable.. Just blank.

That was something I've also noted.. her personality is almost been muted.

Anyway, I didn’t even hear her come inside so quickly. Mom just laughed and made her way out of the kitchen, gently brushing passed Emma in the archway.

IEmma stood there, her face frozen in a sort of Kubrick stare. Her soft blue eyes now cold, boring through my own. In an instant, she broke her stare, casting her gaze downwards and burying her face in the puffy white fur on its head.

"Emma…" I hesitated, my mouth dry. "Is Danny here now?"

She nodded slowly a smile creeping on to her features, shifting from expressionless to excited and wide eyed. She probably thinks I’m interested in Danny… like I want to know more, which is true…but something in the back of my mind was screaming at me not to ask the following question, because I would be terrified of the answer.

Stupid me.

I swallowed hard. "Where is he?"

She lifted a small hand and pointed.

Right. Next. To. Me.

A sudden chill crawled up my spine, like icy fingers trailing over my skin. The air in the kitchen seemed to thicken, suffocating, pressing in on me. I didn’t want to turn my head. I didn’t want to see whatever she was pointing at. But my body betrayed me. My gaze flickered, just for a second.

There was nothing there.

But the shadow cast by the refrigerator… it seemed darker. Deeper. As if something inside of it was waiting. Watching.

Emma giggled suddenly, breaking the silence. "Danny says he really likes you."

I could hear my own heartbeat hammering in my ears. My throat felt tight, my face grew hot as I could literally feel the spike in my blood pressure. Emma probably thought I was blushing at the thought of Danny possibly having a crush on me.

"Y-yeah?" I forced a shaky smile. "That’s… nice."

Emma beamed, her expression full of delight as she hugged the rabbit to her chest once more. She walked over to the kitchen sink, turning on the faucet, she began washing her hands.

“Danny says I can get sick if I don't wash myself enough.”

Her words were eaten up by the immense thudding that filled my ears, my heart was beating so fast all I could hear was the rushing of blood. She turned around from the sink, facing me.

“Uh-huh..” I whispered absently. I couldn't process her words— no.

I was stone cold… my fingers felt numb… because behind her, in the reflection of the kitchen window, I swore I saw something move.

Author's Note//: Shit, he’s knocking, I have to go, I’ll update you guys later.

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noisycowboyglitter · 9 months ago

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boingposting · 9 months ago

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“A dance of insecurities, a waltz of desire, and I am left spinning and wondering if love is enough to bridge the chasm between who we are and who we are told to be.”

I find myself caught in the web of appearance, a fragile thread spun tight with the weight of expectation. My lips, thin and whispering, barely hold their shape when I smile, retreating into a shadow of themselves. I can overline, of course, paint them into something more palatable, yet the moment I express joy, they vanish like a fleeting thought.

I confided in him, that once the world recognizes my worth through a job, I would save, sculpting my lips into fullness. His dismissive wave stung, a flick of indifference that gnawed at my heart. If he truly loved me, why not acknowledge my longing for transformation? Yet, there was a strange solace in his silence, a relief in not having to plead for acceptance.

And my chest, as flat as the horizon, beckons me toward the allure of implants—temporary, removable like a dress I could tire of. His reaction was visceral. A visceral plea to embrace the natural, to love what is already there. So, does he love my lips as they are? Does he see my face, unadorned, and ever find beauty in its flaws? Or...

The internet hums with debates, a cacophony of voices arguing over the trivial and profound alike. Cereal or milk first, pineapple on pizza, pro-choice or no-choice, or the absurdity of metamorphosis—what if I turned into a bug? The men scoff, dismissing the question like a child’s nightmare. Yet, in the quiet corners of my mind, I ponder: if one day I awoke, paralyzed and unable to serve, would love remain?

“Would you still love me?” I asked, veiled in jest yet heavy with meaning. His answer came like a stone dropped into still water—a polite, logical “no.” I felt the hurt blossom, yet still curious about the workings of his mind that's so different from mine. “It’s not logically possible,” he said, as if the heart, that unruly beast, could be tethered by reason. But I knew the fragility of the human form, how easily it can shatter, how one could wake up as a ghost of their former self.

Time has a way of dulling sharp edges. A month ago, he returned, words wrapped in newfound understanding: love transcends the physical! A balm for old wounds, yet the sting of his past criticisms lingered. “You might have PCOS,” he diagnosed, recalling my unshaved self on our previous date. “Excess fat,” he noted, on another instance, tracing the soft roll of my tummy as I sat in relaxation, our moment of vulnerability turned into an examination of me.

He loves me, yes, of course, but I wonder—would he still love me if his dream-girl walked into the room? He reassured me and denied any shifting affections, yet I remain haunted by the specter of comparison. Does he dream of a life with someone he deems an equal?

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casspurrjoybell-20 · 11 months ago

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FOOLS IN LOVE - Chapter 8 - Part 1

BOOK THREE: 'Fools Fall in Love' Trilogy

*Warning - Adult Content*

Noah Wright

"Ya' know, I saw a pretty blonde walk out this morning. I was gonna flirt with her but then I thought 'nah, I don't want Noah's sloppy seconds'" Ciera jested dryly from where she sat on the couch, legs crisscrossed, with a bowl of cereal in hand.

The Regular Show was playing on our T.V.

"Oh, she was far from sloppy, you should've gone for it, She was really good at giving head, you would've loved her going down on your ten inch dick," I spoke with a straight face as I grabbed myself a bowl and poured Cinnamon Toast Crunch in before adding milk.

"Damn, you should've set me up."

"Blondes aren't your type," I commented.

I didn't actually know if that was true or not but I've never seen her with a blonde.

"I'd make the exception if their hot," Ciera said.

I sat down next to her and we ate our breakfast in a comfortable silence and watched the cartoon but a terrible thought was eating away at me.

I reached over and set my bowl down on the coffee table.

Looking at Ciera, she had her bowl tipped up as she drank the remainder of her cereal milk.

"What if someone you don't want to talk to might possibly have an eating disorder? But they're not in my life anymore and they have plenty of support around them, so I don't necessarily want to get involved but what if no one is involved in the situation and I'm the only one whose noticed?"

"Hmm," she pounded.

"So, Sam might have an eating disorder and you're not sure if Boring Benjamin or Sam's parents know about it and if they do know about it, are they doing anything about it?"

"Yes."

"Noah," she set her bowl down next to mine and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before continuing.

"This is Sam we're talking about. Maybe you don't still love him- though I think you do..."

"That's..." Ciera cut me off before I could deny her accusation.

"But at one point you did. Deeply, so you're allowed to be concerned about his health. That being said, Sam might not want you in his life, but if I'm being honest, he's clearly in love with you still, or at least has unresolved feelings. Who goes to a school where their ex attends?"

"Well, he's with Boring Ben. He probably just came to UIC to fuck with my head," I muttered.

Ciera rolled her eyes.

"Stop with the cynical mood. You broke up with him. Sam didn't know you were wanting to get back together with him when he slept with Carter."

"Even if I wasn't going to get back together..." I started raising my voice but Ciera held up her hand to stop me.

"Yes, Sam and Carter fucked up. I agree with you and why you're mad at him, I just wanted to remind you of your decision."

I sighed.

"Whatever. So, what should I do?"

We had more pressing manners than my failed love life.

"I don't know," she spoke genuinely.

"Eating can be a touchy subject for people even when they don't have an eating disorder, so it's gotta be way more triggering for Sam. Ask Dr. Zinko when you see him," she shrugged.

"Yeah I guess."

But I didn't see my therapist until Friday and part of me wanted to do something now about it.

*********

So on Wednesday morning at eight am, I made Sam breakfast and put it in a container to give to him.

I still cared about Sam, so it wasn't weird to be concerned... yet as soon as I saw him sitting in Math 102 around 8:45, texting on his cell-phone with a damn smile on his face, I felt like a fucking idiot.

Sam and I weren't together, we weren't friends.

Hell, he shouldn't even be in my life then.

What the fuck was I thinking?

He was probably having a stupid grin for Boring Benjamin, his boyfriend.

Sam hadn't seen me yet, so I decided to bail and go to my seat.

Then I stopped.

What if Sam really was going through this alone?

What if he had no help.

I groaned. Fuck.

I turned around and as I walked towards Sam, he looked up at me.

He seemed stunned at first that I was even coming up to him, which I didn't blame him.

I stopped in front of my ex and dropped the container on his desk.

"Huh?"

Sam didn't say more than that.

"Why aren't you eating?" I asked a little harsh which wasn't intended but for some reason I was always riled up when I thought about or got near Sam lately.

He looked shocked at my questioned and I raised my eyebrows as if to say 'hello, answer the question.'

But all he said was

"I... um."

He looked down at the container.

"What's this?"

"Breakfast. Pesto eggs, bacon and blueberries. Not eating is dumb, Sam. You know that and if I have to make you breakfast everyday or every class, I will."

Sam's eyes widened.

"You made this for me?"

What I was going to say was 'yes because for some reason I still care about you.'

But I was feeling weird and anything but calm at that moment, at least on the inside, so what I said instead was...

"Fuck off and eat," and I walked away.

In my seat, my knee bouncing up and down, I watched Sam.

I wondered if he was going to throw away the entire container of food as he stared at it but then he slowly opened the plastic lid and pulled out the plastic fork I put in there.

Oh God, I felt like a pussy.

This was shit his boyfriend should be doing, not me.

Now Sam's gonna think I'm hung up on him.

'Which I wasn't.'

But then Sam took a bite and I exhaled, my knotted gut untangling.

He took another bite and I felt myself start to smile until Sam looked back at me and I looked away.

That was when our professor walked in.

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quarantinegirls · 11 months ago

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Hot dogs and fresh clams

“What does it mean, ‘Cuckoo for chocolatey milk?’ Do you say ‘CUCKOO’ when the milk turns chocolatey?” I ask my husband, jesting.

“No! LOL. Cuckoo is this bird on the packaging.” He points out the bird to me. Cuckoo has large, animated eyes; it’s gripping a cup of - wait for it - chocolatey milk. Cocoa Puffs jump out of the cup like a bouquet.

I’ve been on a quest to try all the American childhood staples. It started with an impulse purchase at Target one day after gym, when Ben realized I’d never had Dyno Nuggets. I was excited, because I’d heard a lot about this famous frozen number.

My first impression of Dyno Nuggets was admittedly mediocre. With Chicken McNuggets as my only reference point, Dyno Nuggets lacked the saltiness and chew that only McDonald’s fake chicken mix could provide.

“Kinda bland” was my verdict. I didn’t immediately understand the chokehold it has on millions of American children.

But like all mediocre things at first bite, Dyno Nuggets only had one place to go: up. It quickly climbed my charts, as the convenience, taste, and fun of it proved irreplaceable by any other snack.

I made it for Ben after church when he did yard work. I didn’t like yard work or the sun. But I ended up eating half the nuggets and feeling too bad not to join him in the yard anyway.

I had it on Hilton Head Island after Ben’s niece and nephew went to bed. A bunch of us adults came back from a brewery with midnight munchies, and Ben’s brother threw a bunch of Dynos in the air fryer that came with the vacation rental. He said the correct way to eat them was to bite off a limb, dip in ketchup, and say rawrrrrr. I said ‘sure’.

I had it after a stressful final-round interview one Tuesday afternoon. I came downstairs, entirely unsure of everything other than my empty stomach, and saw that Ben had made a batch. Golden Dynos in their perfect crunchiness, accompanied by a small side of ketchup.

I picked up one piece, bit off a limb, dipped in ketchup, and murmured, rawr.

When I cook Chinese food, Ben likes to say the kitchen looks like a battlefield afterwards: bowls, pots, pans, and condiments everywhere. And he's right! I’d wave my hands and mention the fickle nature of Chinese dishes, that you need to keep an eye on them at all times lest they burn. Stir-fries go from unrelated raw ingredients to one big thing of smoky goodness, each having a little bit of another, in mere seconds. Minced aromatics need to be kept separately before hitting hot oil. Light soy sauce, dark soy sauce, cooking wine, and sesame oil come in unforgivingly large bottles. To make Chinese food, I tell Ben and myself, is to practice peak hand-eye coordination.

‘Inside you are two wolves’, they say - maybe for ambitious people. Inside me, it’s really just two hungry dogs. One craves hot dogs with mustard and relish, the other wants freshwater shrimp marinated in Shaoxing Wine; one gets excited for a really saucy pasta, the other thinks about steamed clams all the time.

This past year, as I approached 30 and lived with my Romanian-American husband in a city that’s predominantly white, the Chinese part of me at times felt further out of my reach than ever. I’d go days without speaking one single Chinese word, and wondering how I’ll raise my future children, speaking to them in a language I didn’t speak until 16. It saddens me to think about the things I already know they won’t understand: the colorful metaphors, the rich idioms, the deep, unspoken traditions, and a history as long as the Yangtze River.

But they also won’t know the discomfort of being an Asian immigrant in America, or the pain of living on the opposite side of the planet from their family. This will be their home. And when they, like me, get tired of cereal and chicken nuggets, they’ll reach for their phones and google how to turn their kitchens into battlefields.

- R

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lysleann · 1 year ago

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With You - Part 2

*This story contains mild triggers such as body dysmorphia, language, childhood abuse, mentions of drug use, Family death, alcohol abuse, suggestive themes such as sex and some violence. Reader discretion is advised. All characters depicted in this story are of legal consenting age and drinking age.*

Travis

I slept the entire night and into the late morning. My mind was at ease thanks to the emotional break I had been given by Alex. When I finally woke up, I was still exhausted but in a much better state of mind than I had been last night. After blinking the sleep from my eyes, I sat up on the couch and glanced around the room. It didn't appear as though Alex was up yet. Made sense since she was a raging insomniac and usually slept late into the day anyway. I hadn't known she was an insomniac until last night, but I knew she was notorious for sleeping late.

As I woke up, I began to process the events from last night and couldn't help but dwell on a couple things. It didn't take long though until my stomach started to growl and I realized I was hungry.

I didn't want to wake Lex, so I made my way to the kitchen and decided to rummage around and see what she had that she probably wouldn't mind parting with. I was used to being here and knew where everything was, so it made finding something semi-substantial easy.

I settled on a bowl of cereal because I felt a little guilty for eating her food without asking her first. I knew she wouldn't mind, but asking was just a common courtesy that I'd like if it were my house and my food.

Not long after I settled back on the couch, Lex came down the stairs wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun and she sleepily shuffled to the kitchen. She made eye contact with me and her face bore no expression. She didn't do mornings.

"Oh good. You found something to eat." She said in her scratchy morning voice. "You want some coffee? I'm gonna make some coffee."

I couldn't help but chuckle. Morning Lex was adorable. I swallowed a big spoonful of cereal and gulped it down. "Yes! Coffee! That sounds good. I'm sorry I ate your cereal."

"Psh" She says waving a hand. "It's fine. I don't expect you to go hungry. My home is your home. Please help yourself to anything you need. No need to ask first okay?" She fills the coffee pot up and begins brewing coffee as she sets two mugs on the counter. "You want creamer or do you take your coffee black?" She asked, not turning to look at me as she rummaged through the fridge. I could see sleep lines on her face and she had dark circles under her eyes.

"I'll just take it black." I watched her closely, almost studying her. It'd been a while since I'd seen her right after she woke up. "No creamer."

I got up from the couch and walked over to the breakfast bar and took a seat on one of the stools as she turned to me and playfully raised an eyebrow at me. "You psychopath." She jests. "Only psychos drink coffee black."

I couldn't deny the accusation. "Guilty as charged." I said. "I guess I'm just a psychopath. But at least I'm an honest psychopath." I say shrugging nonchalantly as I scoop more cereal onto my spoon.

"That is a good quality to have for sure." She pours the coffee and sets the full mug in front of me, then comes around and sits on a stool next to me, hugging her mug with both her hands. "So listen...I was thinking... I might have an idea for you."

"Yeah...?" I asked hesitantly. "What is it?" Alex was known for a crazy idea here and there.

She took a deep breath before speaking. "I have that spare room upstairs. It's full of a bunch of my junk. I've been using it as storage. But if you help me move it I'll let you move in and you can rent from me. I'll give you the first month free for helping me move my stuff out and put it in storage and I'll help you get stuff like a bed and desk and what not. So you're not starting over completely."

I almost dropped my mug of coffee as I let my jaw go slack. This was an insane offer. In one fell swoop, she eliminated ninety percent of my worries. She'd given me a roof and furniture. I wouldn't have to feel bad for crashing on her couch and eating her food without paying her anything. It was all taken care of.

"Are you sure?"

She shakes her head. "I'm sure. I don't want you to stress about any of that. Do you think your um...I guess ex...would be willing to let you get your clothes and stuff?" She cringes, bringing her up knowing that it would sting.

I cringe a little too but try not to show it. I sigh and avert my eyes. "Honestly, I don't know. She can be cold and mean sometimes. But I think she'll let me get my things. At least...I hope she will."

Lex makes a sound that sounds like a combination between a scoff and a snort. "She's a bitch." She says under her breath.

I couldn't help but chuckle a little. I couldn't say I disagreed with her, and I loved it when she got sassy. "I mean yeah...she wasn't the nicest person at times. I guess I just didn't pay enough attention to her until it was too late and she didn't care anymore. I wish I could see things from her perspective. Maybe I was the one who screwed it all up."

She rolls her eyes. Her usual kind demeanor had yet to kick in with the help of the caffeine in her hand. "I don't know what happened between you two to make her kick you out in the freaking rain like that, and you can always talk to me about it when you're ready, but I doubt you did anything wrong. I'm not gonna press you to talk about it. Just know I'm here if you need me."

I nodded feigning disinterest. "I might take you up on that offer at some point and tell you. For now though I don't really want to talk about her. She's my past now right? I want to move on and not think about it."

"Of course. Let's just worry about figuring everything out okay? First things first is getting that spare room ready for you to move in. Figuring out how to get your clothes and other belongings back from her place and getting your truck so you have a vehicle." There it was, just like I said, I didn't want to talk about it, she wasn't going to push it. It was one of many reasons why she was my best friend.

I nodded. The list she'd laid out in front of me seemed daunting. But, her demeanor told me it was nothing. I knew that if I had her with me to help accomplish this list, then I'd be fine.

"I'll text her later. If she won't agree to let me get my things I'll just go over there and see if I can get them anyway. We always did the stereotypical 'key under the mat'... so I should be able to get in no problem if I have to."

She shrugs and her expression remains flat. "We'll get the police involved if we have to. What she did is illegal. She can't kick you out of somewhere where your name is on the lease or mortgage. And she can't keep your things from you. The police can go and act like a buffer and keep the peace while you get your things."

I had a tiny bubble of anxiety form in my chest at the thought of needing to get the police involved. I did still love Rachel. That wasn't going to go away anytime soon, as much as I wanted it to. "I hope it doesn't get that far. We're both on the lease and I'd rather not have the police get involved, but if I have to I will. Right now my focus is getting that extra room ready so I can start moving my things over. Do you have any boxes or anything I can use to get my stuff organized?"

She scoffs again and bites her tongue. I know she's never liked Rachel but she'd never admit it to me. "Anyway." She takes a sip of her coffee. "Yes, I have some empty boxes in that room up there that you can use to box up your stuff."

I smiled and took a large swig of my coffee, finishing it off before taking the empty mug around to set in the sink. "Perfect, I'll go grab them and start bringing them down."

She shakes her head and holds up a hand. "No need to jump on it immediately. You can relax and take a breather. You went through a lot last night. You deserve a break before you get to work."

I pursed my lips. She wasn't wrong. The last 24 hours of my life had probably been some of the worst of it...and I was ex-military. "Okay. I guess I should actually relax a little bit. Thanks. I really don't know what I would do without you right now."

It's clear the caffeine is starting to kick in for her finally because she presses her face into one of her more common squinty eyed smiles. "Of course Travis. We got this."

She had always been my rock in some ways. When Rachel and I were going through rough patches, it was always Lex who I'd turn to, and she would encourage me to talk to Rachel about it instead of her. Of course that was always sound advice that I believed in, but sometimes I'd have her coach me through a difficult conversation before I had to have it with Rachel...as long as it wasn't too personal and something that should definitely stay between Rachel and I.

"I really do appreciate this Lex. More than you know."

She holds up her hand again. "Alright alright enough. You're making me uncomfortable with all the "thank you's' and what not."

"Fine, fine. I'll take a break." I said with a facetious tone. "But seriously, I mean it. Thank you. Without you I would be really screwed right now." Saying 'thank you' over and over again was the only way I was able to show gratitude right now.

She smiles and nods awkwardly. She's always struggled with accepting gratitude and compliments. She's also struggled with being the center of attention...crowds. Basically, if it made an introvert cringe...that was Lex.

"Your clothes are done in the dryer if you'd like to get dressed." She nods her head towards the laundry room down the hall dismissing me and I silently stalk off to get dressed.

I pulled my jeans, hoodie, socks, and graphic t-shirt from the dryer and headed to the bathroom to get dressed. As I pulled my shirt over my head...it hit me that this shirt was one of many that Rachel never liked but I refused to get rid of. My mind was in a vulnerable place right now and I couldn't help but wonder if maybe she broke up with me because I wouldn't get rid of it. That's ridiculous...but not impossible.

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