#and the amazing jawline of justice :)

[cybernecromancer365]

I think Stephanie March would make a good Superwoman.

[ha-rinrin]

The Metal Touch

summary: What begins as intrigue and banter with Jinx quickly turns into something deeper—a mix of fire and vulnerability as her metal touch becomes both comfort and thrill.

Pairing: Jinx x Fem!reader

Wordcount: 6.5k

Authors note: I don't I really feel like I gave her finger justice but oh well, I tried. more fics are on the way guys I just cant stop writing with the new amazing content of season two 😭 also I didn't proof read 3 times, thats what I usually do, so if its bad thats why.

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The dimly lit workshop buzzed quietly with the sound of metal grinding against metal. Jinx tinkered with her mechanical finger, her expression an intense blend of fascination and frustration. Every so often, she muttered something under her breath, adjusting a bolt or tightening a screw, her usual bravado toned down by the meticulousness of her task.

“Almost got it,” she mumbled, her fingers moving with surprising finesse over the intricate mechanisms. Sparks flickered, and you instinctively reached out to brush them away from her, grinning when she looked up with a smirk.

“Afraid I’ll break, toots?” she teased, her eyes glinting with that familiar, playful gleam.

“Not afraid—just making sure my girlfriend stays in one piece,” you reply, nudging her shoulder. “Besides, not everyone has a cybernetic finger to work with.��

Jinx rolled her eyes, though a smile tugged at her lips. “Come on, where’s your faith?” she quipped, giving her finger one last twist and holding it up for a test. She flexed it, and to your relief, it worked without a hitch. “See? Perfectly fine.”

“Yeah, for now,” you teased, reaching out to take her hand in yours, feeling the cool metal of her finger against your skin. She didn’t pull away, her gaze softening as you laced your fingers together, careful of the mechanics but not the least bit shy.

She grinned, standing up from her chair and tugging you closer by the hand until your faces were inches apart. “Guess I should thank my pretty assistant, then,” she murmured, her voice low, as her free hand reached up to cup your face.

Your cheeks warmed under her touch, and before you could come up with a clever reply, she closed the gap, kissing you softly yet confidently, Her lips curled into a smile against yours. Your hands found their way to her waist, holding her close

“You make this stuff look easy, you know?” you whispered when you pulled back, catching your breath.

Jinx shrugged, as if it was nothing, but the way she held onto you said otherwise. "I don’t know, you make it easier.”

She kissed you again, and as the machines hummed around you, it felt like, for a moment, the whole world was just the two of you, tucked away in the quiet workshop, right where you belonged.

The workshop seemed to shrink, leaving just the two of you in the dim light and soft whirring of machines. Jinx’s lips brushed yours again, but this time, there was a fierceness that hadn’t been there before—a sense of urgency you felt all the way down to your toes. Her hand, warm and steady, slid to the small of your back, drawing you in closer as the kiss deepened. It was full of all the unsaid words she rarely let show.

You felt her smirk against your lips, her metal finger tracing along your jawline as her other hand tugged you even closer, leaving no space between you. Your heart pounded, and every nerve seemed to come alive under her touch. She broke the kiss only long enough to catch her breath, her gaze dark and heated as she looked at you, her purple eyes blazing in the dim light.

“See? I’m not all that dangerous,” she murmured, her voice low and breathy as her lips found your neck, leaving a trail of heat with every kiss. Her mechanical finger traced up your side, leaving goosebumps in their wake, and you couldn’t help but tilt your head, giving her more access as her lips and teeth made quick work of your senses.

You tightened your grip around her, pulling her impossibly closer, losing yourself in the warmth and intensity of her embrace. Her breath was warm against your skin as her hands roamed with an expertise that had you forgetting everything else, her laughter soft and thrilling as she felt your heart racing against hers.

Jinx’s kisses intensified, her lips pressing hungrily against your skin, making your pulse skyrocket. Her metal finger traced down your spine, the coolness a sharp contrast to her warmth, igniting shivers along your skin. Every graze of her mechanic middle finger was electrifying, a reminder of both her strength and the tenderness she only shared with you.

She pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, her breathing heavy, her gaze intense. “You don’t mind a little metal, do you?” she teased, a wicked grin flashing across her lips as she lifted her metal finger to gently hold your chin, her thumb brushing over your lips.

You barely had a moment to shake your head before she kissed you again, deeper this time, her mechanical finger trailing up and down your side, their cool touch making you tremble.

 It was as if she knew exactly how much pressure to apply, a calculated intensity that left you breathless. Her hand moved from your chin to your shoulder, holding you firmly in place as her other hand slipped beneath the fabric of your shirt, exploring with a confidence that made your knees weak.

“Feels different, doesn’t it?” she murmured against your lips, her metal finger pressing into your skin, creating a contrast that drove you wild. She leaned in, her mouth brushing your ear as she whispered, “Bet no one else could make you feel like this.”

You couldn’t form a coherent response, too caught up in the heat of her touch and the rhythm of her breathing. She chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your skin as she pressed you back against the workbench, her metal hand sliding up to cup the back of your neck, keeping you firmly in place as she kissed you again, her lips urgent and unapologetic.

“See?” she whispered, her voice a low growl. “Told you I wasn’t dangerous… unless you like it that way.”

Her words sent a thrill down your spine, and you gripped her tighter, pulling her close as your lips met hers again in a kiss that was as wild and intense, just as she was, both of you losing yourselves to the heady mix of passion and abandon in the quiet of the workshop, with only the flicker of lights and hum of machinery as witness to the fire between you.

The intensity between you built, filling the workshop with a charged silence that only quickened breaths and the hum of machinery could break. Jinx’s fingers slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, her touch both familiar and thrilling, and she paused, her eyes meeting yours with a spark of mischief.

“Mind if I make things a little… warmer?” she asked, her lips curving into that wicked smile she wore so well. Her hands, both warm flesh and cool metal, gripped the fabric and, without waiting for your answer, began lifting it. You raised your arms as a sign of permission, letting her pull it off in one smooth motion, and she tossed it aside, her gaze sweeping over you with an unmistakable glint of admiration.

She bit her lip as her fingers trailed over your bare skin, her metal fingertip cold but thrilling as it traced along your collarbone. “Didn’t think I’d get this lucky in the middle of a tune-up,” she murmured, her eyes never leaving you as her other hand went to her own shirt, tugging it over her head with practiced ease. You felt your cheeks heat up, unable to hide your appreciation as her shirt joined yours in a messy pile on the floor.

Before you could catch your breath, she pressed against you, her bare skin warm and firm against yours, her lips finding yours again with a hunger that made your pulse race. Her metal finger found your waist, the sensation sharp and grounding, while her other hand cupped your face, guiding you deeper into the kiss, her mouth capturing yours with a fierceness that felt like it was made for you alone.

You slipped your arms along her sides, savoring her closeness as her breaths mingled with yours, her laughter soft and thrilling. Jinx’s lips moved to your neck, pressing heated kisses along your skin as her fingers traced patterns down your back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. 

“Still sure you’re up for this?” she teased against your ear, her voice barely more than a whisper, filled with both daring and tenderness, her hands roaming, claiming every inch of skin as if she could never get enough.

“Absolutely,” you whispered back, pulling her in closer as the world outside faded to nothing but the heat between you. And in that moment, there was only the two of you, tangled together in the dim light, lost in each other’s touch and the thrill of being exactly where you wanted to be—right there, in her arms.

Jinx’s fingers explored every inch of your skin with a blend of precision and intensity that sent a shiver through you. Her metal hand rested at your waist, the coolness making each touch more vivid, a thrilling contrast against her warmth. Her other hand traced a line up your spine, pulling you closer until you could feel her heartbeat, fast and strong, mirroring your own.

She leaned in, her breath hot against your ear as she whispered, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to fuck you with my new upgrade.” Her lips trailed down your neck, leaving a path of soft, heated kisses that made you melt under her touch. Her metal hand tightened on your waist, steadying you as your knees went weak, her gaze holding you captive as she grinned, clearly enjoying the effect she had on you.

You slipped your arms around her, fingers tracing the lines of her back, her muscles tensing under your touch. Her mouth returned to yours, this time fiercer, more urgent, as if she was pouring everything she felt into that one kiss. You matched her intensity, letting her press you back against the workbench, your bodies moving together in a perfect rhythm.

Jinx’s metal hand slid up to your side, the cold touch sending a thrill through you, grounding you in the moment even as her other hand moved with care and confidence exploring your breasts. She deepened the kiss, her lips hot against yours, her fingers now tangling in your hair as she held you close. Every touch, every brush of her skin with yours left you breathless and wanting more.

“Guess you’re not so afraid of a little metal after all,” she murmured with a grin, her eyes dark with something deeper, her voice thick with desire.

“Not when it’s you,” you replied, barely able to keep your voice steady, drawing her back to you as the two of you lost yourselves in the electric pull between you.

Jinx’s hands, both flesh and metal, continued their exploration, her fingers tracing patterns that left your skin tingling. Her smile held a daring glint as her hands dipped to your hips, fingers hooking onto the waistband of your jeans. She met your gaze, a mischievous question in her eyes, and when you nodded, she didn’t hesitate.

Slowly, she slid your jeans down, her hands gliding over your thighs as she dropped the fabric to the floor, leaving you exposed to her smoldering gaze. The intensity in her eyes made your pulse race, your breath hitching as she took in every inch of you with a quiet reverence that sent a thrill through you. She stepped back only long enough to tug off her own pants, and when she pressed close again, the feel of her bare skin against yours was intoxicating.

You couldn’t help but pull her closer, wrapping your arms around her as her hands settled on your waist, her metal fingers cool against the heat of your skin, grounding you in the moment. She grinned, her usual playful confidence softened by something deeper as she leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, lingering kiss that left you breathless. Her hands roamed with practiced ease, each touch sending a shiver through you as her mouth moved from your lips to your neck, then lower, to your collarbone, pressing heated kisses along your skin.

The moment you pulled her even closer, the air between you thickened with anticipation. You could feel the heat of her body pressing against yours, the thrum of her heartbeat matching the pulse in your veins.

Her fingers skimmed your waist, sending sparks of sensation wherever they touched. She didn’t rush, taking her time, savoring every second as if she were memorizing the way you felt. Her breath was warm on your neck, sending a delicious tremor through your body.

“God, you’re perfect,” she murmured, voice low and rough, sending an ache through you as her lips found yours again, soft but charged. When you kissed her back, there was a hunger in it—a craving for something deeper. Her tongue met yours, slowly at first, tasting, exploring, before it deepened, pulling you closer as if she couldn’t get enough.

Jinx’s hands glided down your body, her fingertips tracing the curves of your hips before slipping lower to your thighs, igniting a thrill that left you breathless. She paused, her lips hovering as she looked at you, her eyes dark with need, but there was something else there too—something tender, something dangerous in the way she gazed at you.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” she whispered, her voice a heady mix of lust and something raw that made your heart race even faster.

You swallowed, your breath coming faster as she leaned in, her lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “I think I’m starting to get it,” you replied, your voice trembling just slightly, betraying the heat building between you two.

Jinx chuckled, a soft, sultry sound that made you shiver. Her hands moved lower in her gaze that was soft, almost vulnerable, like she was savoring this moment as much as you were. The mix of tenderness and hunger in her eyes made your heart race even more than before, if that’s even possible. She leaned in, her breath warm against your ear as she whispered, "You sure you're ready for this?"

You nodded, your voice barely a whisper as you replied, "More than ever." The words hung in the air between you, a promise you were both eager to fulfill.

Without another word, Jinx’s hands slid lower, fingertips grazing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, sending a wave of heat through your body. She paused again, looking up at you, her gaze seeking permission. You met her eyes, steady and sure, and without hesitation, she leaned in to kiss you again, her lips pressing against yours with a desperation that spoke louder than words.

Her fingers, both warm and cool, massaged your bundle of nerves, her touch a perfect blend of confidence and care, even when she pushed them in you, allowing a loud moan to escape your mouth. As she explored you, your senses heightened, each soft caress sending ripples of pleasure through you. You gripped her waist, pulling her closer as the world around you faded, leaving only the two of you locked in this moment of raw, unfiltered connection.

Every movement, every touch, felt like a dance, a rhythm you both knew instinctively. Jinx’s lips trailed down your neck, her kisses slow and deliberate, each one sending a wave of heat straight to your core, your hips bucking and sweet nosies leaving your mouth. 

She smiled against your skin, a wicked grin that made your pulse spike with anticipation. "I love it when you lose control," she murmured, her lips brushing your ear. "Makes me want to take it even further."

You gasped, your body instinctively arching toward hers, urging her on. Her name slipped from your lips in a breathless moan, and that was all the encouragement she needed. her fingers exploring deeper, hitting all the right spots, the mix of warm and cold from her metallic finger inside you made your legs feel like jelly.

Her fingers pushed deeper, and a soft gasp escaped your lips. The combination of her warmth and the sensation of her touch sent a wave of pleasure coursing through you, making your pulse race. Jinx didn’t stop, her movements steady and confident as she sought to draw you even closer to the edge. Her lips parted from your neck, her breath warm and uneven against your skin as she whispered, “You feel incredible.”

The connection between you both electric. She took her time, making sure every moment was felt, every touch adding to the growing intensity between you. Her name escaped your lips once more, barely a breath, and it seemed to spur her on.

Jinx’s eyes met yours, a dark spark of something mischievous in them. “You’re mine,” she murmured, her voice low, sending another shiver down your spine. Her fingers moved with purpose, hitting places you hadn’t even known you craved.

You couldn’t help but let out a breathy laugh, caught somewhere between pleasure and disbelief. “Always,” you managed, your voice thick with need.

The world outside the bubble you shared faded completely, leaving only the two of you, entwined in each other’s presence, moving together in perfect synchrony.

Jinx paused for a moment, her breath ragged as she took in the intensity of the moment, her gaze never leaving yours. Without a word, she lifted you up, her hands gently helping you to sit on top of the workbench.

You felt the cold metal against your ass as she sat you on it, pushing your legs apart so you were perfectly positioned, one of her hands steady as she helped you get comfortable while the other one continues its thrusting, sending a shiver through your body.

Jinx bent a little so that her mouth was right besides your ear, her breath fanning over your skin as she leaned in, her lips brushing your earlobe. "This feels like the perfect spot," she whispered, her voice low and teasing as she pressed herself against you. Her tits meeting yours, the heat of her body undeniable as she took her place between your legs.

"Perfect," she repeated, her lips brushing against your ear as she nipped at the lobe, her fingers working at your hole, sending jolts of electricity through you. "I’ve got you exactly where I want you," she murmured, the palm of her hand massaging your clit.

You could barely catch your breath, every movement of hers driving you crazy with desire. You wanted more—wanted all of her. And Jinx was more than ready to give it to you.

Her lips twitched into a grin as she saw the look on your face, her fingers still dancing against you, pressing you deeper into the moment. “Can’t get enough, huh?” she teased, her voice a low murmur, full of playful arrogance. She shifted her weight slightly, the motion making your body heat up in ways you didn’t know were possible.

The air between you thickened with anticipation, each passing second feeling like an eternity. Jinx’s mechanical hand moved with a fluidity you couldn’t ignore. She paused, giving you a look that was equal parts teasing and uncertain, before slowly pressing her palm against your clit with her fingers still deep inside you.

Everything went still, a moment suspended in silence. Then you felt it—a faint hum, a vibration that seemed to travel from her finger, right into your core. It wasn't just a mechanical shift; it felt like the world’s pulse, steady, and in sync with the beat of your own racing heart.

She smirked, watching your reaction. “How’s that feel?” Her voice was low, filled with something dangerous and playful as her gaze flicked from your face to where her hand lingered.

the vibration echoed through your body, intensifying with each slight movement of her hand, a sensation so intense it sent shivers down your spine. You couldn’t hold back a soft gasp, your breath hitching as the sensation became more than just a touch—it felt almost electric, like it was pulling at every nerve in your body.

Jinx’s smirk deepened at your reaction, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. “Like it?” she asked, her voice dropping lower, almost a growl as she leaned closer, her lips brushing against your ear once again.

You nodded, your body trembling as it arched toward her, a silent plea for more. The vibrations surged again, sending a wave of heat coursing through you, pooling in your lower stomach, igniting something wild inside you. Your fingers curled into the edge of the workbench, your knuckles white as you gripped it, trying to steady yourself.

“It’s... it’s amazing,” you breathed out, your voice trembling with the intensity of it. You met her gaze, eyes wide with desire, your lips parted, whimpers coming out of your throat as the hum of her hand against your skin grew more pronounced, each pulse pressing deeper into you.

Jinx’s grin deepened, her eyes glinting as she reveled in the effect her touch had on you. “I thought you'd like that,” she murmured, her breath hot against your skin. She moved her palm slightly, adjusting her touch, allowing the vibrations to increase in speed, pushing you further into the moment.

The feeling was like nothing you’d ever experienced before. It wasn’t just physical—it was sensory, every inch of your skin acutely aware of the vibrations, the heat of her body pressed against yours. You were lost in it, every pulse, every movement of her mechanical finger drawing you closer to the edge, both mentally and physically.

Her lips were close now, just a whisper away from your neck as she whispered, “Tell me what you want, and I’ll make it happen.”

“Please,I want the more- FUCK!” you couldn't even finish your sentence before her ministrations became more frantic, the vibration growing harder and faster.

You couldn’t help the way your body reacted as the vibrations became more intense, the hum of her mechanical hand resonating deep within you. It was as if she’d tuned into something inside you, something raw and primal that made it hard to think, let alone speak. Your breath hitched again as the sensation surged, sending a rush of heat coursing through you, you let out laud moans to escape your throat.

Jinx’s eyes never left yours, her smirk widening with satisfaction. She could feel your body respond, could see the way you shifted beneath her, wanting more, needing more.

"Is that what you wanted?" she whispered, her voice low, teasing, yet filled with that dangerous edge. "Tell me, what exactly do you need?" Her mechanical fingers tightened slightly, pressing deeper, as if testing your limits.

At first, you couldn’t speak—your chest heaving with every shaky moan, your body caught between pleasure and need. But eventually, you managed to get the words out, your voice trembling, raw with desire.

"More," you gasped, barely able to keep your voice steady. "Please, Jinx... more."

Her eyes flickered with something mischievous, a spark of delight that only made the tension in the room thicker. With a swift, fluid motion, she leaned in closer, whispered again, her breath hot on your skin.

“Desperate, huh? I like that,” she murmured, voice low and playful, words sending a shiver down your spine. She paused, letting the moment hang in the air, her hand still pressing against you, the vibrations now steady but undeniable.

She could tell you were on the edge, and she reveled in it, enjoying the control she had over the situation, over you. But, with a shift in her posture, she moved slightly away from you, breaking the connection just enough to allow you to catch your breath.

"Now," Jinx purred, her eyes glinting with mischief as she leaned back, giving you that signature, dangerous grin. "Tell me again. What do you want?"

You struggled to steady your breathing, her words lingering in the air, making your heart race even faster. The weight of her gaze felt like it was pulling you in, making your skin burn, every nerve alive with anticipation. She was waiting, holding you at the edge, giving you no choice but to beg for more.

"I... I need you," you whispered, your voice barely audible, shaky with the intensity of it all. "Please, Jinx, I can’t take it anymore. I need you... every part of you,” you breathed, the words barely leaving your lips, heavy with desire

Her eyes glinted, a predatory smile creeping onto her lips as she leaned in again, close enough that you could feel the heat of her breath against your face. “That’s what I like to hear,” she murmured, her voice low and silky, the words wrapped in the promise of something dangerous.

Her mechanical hand shifted again, pressing deeper, the hum intensifying as it surged through you, each pulse igniting every nerve in your body, like it was seeping into your very bones. The pressure of her hand against your skin felt almost unbearable, but you didn’t want her to stop. You needed more.

"You’re mine now, you’ve always been mine" Jinx whispered in your ear, her voice thick with both satisfaction and something darker, something that made your pulse quicken even further. She pulled back just slightly, enough to watch you, her eyes dark and full of mischief. “Tell me what you want me to do next,” she purred, her fingers still sending jolts of electricity through your body.

Your body was already aching, the need for her so overwhelming that it was all you could think about. Every part of you screamed for release, for connection. But Jinx wasn’t giving you any space to breathe, and you didn’t want it any other way.

“More,” you gasped again, your voice thick with need. “I need you... right now.”

A low, throaty laugh escaped her lips, and she leaned back in with a smile that made your heart race. "You’ll get what you need... but on my terms."

Jinx’s smirk widened, her eyes sparkling with something dangerously playful as she hovered above you. She could feel the way your body trembled beneath her touch, the way your breath quickened with each passing second. It was as if she had you exactly where she wanted—teetering on the edge, desperate for more.

“You’re so eager,” she murmured, her lips brushing lightly against yours before pulling away just enough to look into your eyes. Her thumb grazed over you clit, sending another rush of heat coursing through every nerve. “I like it.”

Her fingers shifted, the vibrations quickening, more insistent, yet her thumb stayed still. You gasped, your back arching involuntarily, as the heat inside you grew even more unbearable.

“Jinx, please,” you breathed, your voice a mixture of frustration and need. You couldn’t think of anything else anymore, the world reduced to the feeling of her hand, the pulse of her touch, and the hunger for more of her.

She leaned in closer, her lips brushing the shell of your ear as she whispered, “Patience, toots. You’ll get it... but first, I want to hear you beg for it.”

A shiver ran through you at the sound of her voice, dark and velvety, as though each word she spoke sent a spark straight to your core. You were trembling now, every muscle tight with anticipation.

“Please,” you repeated, your voice shaking, unable to form anything coherent beyond that desperate plea. You didn’t care anymore—this was all you wanted, and you’d do anything to make her give it to you.

Jinx’s breath hitched at your surrender, and she pulled back just enough to get a good look at you—face flushed, eyes wide with desire, lips parted in need. “You’re so beautiful when you’re like this,” she purred, her voice dripping with both affection and something much darker. “But you still haven’t told me exactly what you want.”

There was a brief, agonizing moment of stillness as her hand paused, the hum dying down just slightly, making you ache for more.

“I want you, Jinx,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I need you to make me feel... everything.”

Jinx’s eyes flashed with triumph, and she leaned down to kiss you deeply, her lips demanding, as if she was finally giving what you both needed. As she deepened the kiss, her thumb started to move slowly, moving your clitoris in circles, sending waves of electricity through your body once again.

The moment Jinx’s lips met yours, the world outside seemed to fade away. Everything was consumed by the intensity of her touch, the warmth of her body pressing against you. It was like a spark igniting a wildfire, every nerve in your body lighting up with the need for more.

Her lips were fierce and demanding, claiming you with a hunger that matched your own. The kiss was messy, full of urgency—her teeth grazing your lower lip as she pulled you closer, her body flush against yours.

But even as she deepened the kiss, she kept her hand where it was, the hum of the vibration slowly building, and her thumb brushing over your clit sending ripples of heat throughout your entire body. It was maddening how much you wanted her, how she had you wound so tight, barely holding it together.

Her breath came in quick, uneven gasps as she pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. She studied you with that dangerous, teasing grin, her lips swollen from the kiss, her chest rising and falling with every breath. 

You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of her gaze on you, the heat from her touch radiating through your body. But you needed more.

“Don’t tease me, Jinx,” you managed to whisper, your voice trembling with the intensity of it all. “I want you... now.”

Her smirk only grew wider at your words, and she leaned in again, her lips brushing your lips as she whispered, “You’ve got me. Just remember, you asked for this.”

And with that, she moved her hand again, the vibrations increasing, sending an intense pulse through you that made your breath catch, her thumb moving faster and harder. You gasped, your hands finding purchase on her hips, gripping her desperately as your body arched towards her.

“You’re so responsive,” she murmured, her voice teasing as her lips traced down your neck, leaving a trail of heat. “I could make you beg for more, but I think you’re ready, aren’t you?”

Your fingers gripped her tightly, the vibrations becoming nearly unbearable, tightening the anticipation in your chest. Every nerve in your body was alive, begging for release. The desire in your eyes mirrored the hunger in hers as you nodded, breathless, unable to form anything else.

“I’m ready,” you whispered.

And just like that, Jinx moved again, every single movement intensified, pushing you toward the edge, both of you lost in the moment, in the desire that was palpable between you. 

Her rhythm quickened, every movement sending you spiraling closer until, with a shuddering breath, the pleasure crested, overwhelming you. A cry escaped as your body tightened, lost in wave after wave, pulse racing as Jinx’s touch lingered, grounding you even as the world blurred around.

Your body trembled, small aftershocks rippling through you as you struggled to catch your breath. Jinx’s hand remained steady, grounding you in the haze, her thumb tracing gentle circles that sent tiny jolts of lingering pleasure through you. She watched you, a satisfied grin on her lips, clearly enjoying the way your body reacted to every subtle touch. Even as the intensity faded, your skin remained sensitive, every brush of her fingers drawing out little shivers, keeping you tethered to the sensation long after the peak had passed.

The world slowly came back into focus as Jinx pulled away slowly, her eyes searching yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. Her touch lingered, leaving a hum in your body, each breath feeling heavier. Her fingers stayed still, a faint, steady pulse mirroring the beat of your heart.

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence hanging thick and warm between you. Jinx’s breath was slow, almost unsteady, and you could feel the faint tremble in her fingertips as she picked them out, leaving you breathless and still wanting more. She slipped her fingers into her mouth, slowly drawing them out to trace light patterns across your skin. It was as if she was waiting for you to catch your breath, or perhaps for the moment to settle—either way, you could feel the weight of everything unspoken, the lingering heat of the connection you’d shared.

Her eyes softened, the usual mischief replaced with something quieter, more vulnerable. “You okay?” she asked, her voice quieter now, softer than before. It was a rare moment of care from someone who often lived in the chaos.

You nodded, the intensity of the moment still settling in your chest, and you took a slow, deep breath. The touch of her hand felt grounding, like an anchor that kept you from floating too far away. “Yeah, just... catching up,” you whispered, unable to fully explain the whirlwind of emotions swirling in your chest.

Jinx gave you a small, almost imperceptible smile, the kind that only she could pull off—teasing, but also a little fond, a little more tender. She didn’t move away, her body still close to yours, her fingers lingering on your skin as if she wasn’t ready to break the connection entirely.

She leaned in, her forehead resting against yours for a brief moment, just enough for you to feel the warmth of her skin, the steady rise and fall of her chest against yours. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing you like this,” she murmured, her lips grazing your ear. There was no arrogance in her tone, only a quiet truth.

You smiled softly, your fingers lightly brushing the edge of her jaw. “I think I could say the same.”

And for a while, there was nothing else but the quiet, the two of you wrapped up in each other’s presence. No rush, no urgency—just the softness of the aftermath. The kind of peace that only followed something that felt as real and raw as what you’d just shared.

The air between you both was thick with a new kind of tension, one that felt softer but still undeniably electric. Jinx’s fingers lazily traced patterns on your skin, her touch light but knowing. She could sense the undercurrent of desire that still simmered beneath the calm. The intensity had faded, but that connection was still there, like an unspoken promise.

Her lips brushed against your ear again, this time with a lightness that made your skin tingle. "You sure you’re okay?" she asked, her voice low, almost playful, but there was something deeper in her gaze. “I mean... I’m pretty good at this.”

You could hear the teasing note in her voice, but there was something more to it—a quiet challenge in her words that made your heart race, just like it had when this whole thing started. She shifted slightly, her body pressing closer to yours again, her breath warm against your skin.

“I’m more than okay,” you whispered back, your lips curling into a smile as you met her gaze, knowing exactly where this was heading. “But... I think I’m ready for round two, if you are.”

Jinx’s eyes darkened slightly, that familiar glint returning with an intensity that made your pulse quicken. Her lips parted in a grin, the mischievous spark reigniting, but it was softer now, more controlled. “Round two, huh?” she murmured, her fingers tracing a line down your arm before resting at your waist. “You’re sure you’re not just saying that because I know exactly what you want?”

You bit your lip, feeling the heat rise in your chest, your body reacting to her presence, her words, the closeness. “I want you,” you said, your voice low and steady, a hint of challenge in it now too.

Her grin widened, her eyes tracing your face with a predatory curiosity, as if studying every part of you. "Well then..." She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against yours, her hand sliding down to your waist, pulling you in as she deepened the kiss, slow and deliberate this time. The warmth of her body pressed against yours once more, the vibrations from her hand a steady hum beneath your skin, just enough to tease and tempt.

But this time, it wasn’t just about urgency. There was something more in her touch—a slow burn, a promise of more to come. She pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, her expression both confident and a little softer than usual. “You’ve got me. And if you think you’re ready for more... I’m more than happy to oblige.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with implication, as her hand rested lightly on your hip, her thumb gently stroking the sensitive skin there. The fire was reigniting, but now it was a steady, controlled burn that left you wanting more.

“Let’s see how much you can handle,” she whispered, her voice a hushed promise, as she pressed her lips to your neck, and you both dove right back into it—closer, deeper, with that undeniable chemistry still crackling between you

The room was quiet now, save for the sound of your breathing, slow and steady. Jinx’s fingers trailed over your skin, her touch almost reverent, as if savoring the moment. Her lips brushed the edge of your ear, soft but with an underlying tension that you could feel deep in your chest.

"Didn't think you'd be this responsive," she murmured, voice low, a touch of surprise in her tone.

You turned your head, meeting her gaze, your fingers lightly grazing her wrist, urging her to stay close. "I told you," you whispered, "I want more."

Her smile was small but knowing, a glint of mischief dancing in her eyes. She leaned down to kiss you again, not as frantic as before, but deeper, lingering. Her hand moved from your side, slowly threading into your hair, holding you gently as she deepened the kiss, as if testing the waters for what came next.

When she pulled back, just enough to look at you, the look in her eyes was different. There was no teasing now, just something raw, almost protective. "You’re not gonna get away so easily," she said softly, her voice carrying that same dangerous edge, but there was a tenderness to it now.

You felt the heat rise between you both again, and even though you both needed a breath, you could sense that the hunger wasn’t quite finished—it was only changing shape. Her fingers traced the curve of your jaw, her lips pressing against your forehead in a sweet, gentle kiss.

For a moment, it felt like everything had calmed, but it wasn’t over. The space between you still buzzed with energy, something unspoken lingering there.

"I’m not going anywhere," you said, your voice steady but thick with desire. "And I don’t think you are, either."

Jinx gave a soft laugh, but it was full of promise. "You know me too well," she replied, her smile now a slow, deliberate curve. “Get comfortable, toots... this isn’t over.”

[daisynik7]

hi, nikki :) congrats on 2k, my love 💕you deserve it and more! i’m just sending in a lil something for the milestone event: (i bet you look good on the dancefloor) by arctic monkeys — fluff/smut for reiner braun! thank you so much in advance, lovely! 🎀

I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor

Pairing: Reiner Braun x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~4.7k

cw: modern-day au, college au, drinking (everyone is 21+), fluff, smut – PIV sex (missionary), cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, pet names (sweetheart, baby)

Summary: You, a college senior who’s lived a mostly vanilla lifestyle the past four years, meet the alluring and mysterious Reiner at your friend’s birthday party. He’s different from you in many ways, but something about him captivates you like no other. When he invites you to an underground concert, you take a chance with him, craving for a taste of something different.

Author’s Notes: @pinkmirth Mira, my love! Thank you for participating in the y2k karaoke party! I appreciate you so so much and I hope I did your hubby justice with this one! I went a little over the word count that I originally thought I would, but I just couldn’t help it! I got too caught up in the setup, LOL, sorry! Special shoutout to @mobolanz for always posting amazing Reiner content that kept me motivated to finish this hehe.

Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are ALWAYS appreciated! Thank you for reading! MDNI banner by @/cafekitsune. Header image from Pinterest (although I’m fairly certain it’s from the manhwa 19 Days).

It’s Annie’s 22nd birthday today; instead of going out to a club or bar, she decides she’d rather have a kickback with her closest friends, eating pizza and drinking cheap alcohol. Armin and Eren offer to host at their place, which is a twenty-minute walk from the university. As an RA for one of the freshman dorms on campus, it’s nice to get out every once in a while in the city that you so rarely have a chance to explore, even if it is just at someone else’s house. When you arrive, you recognize all of the people already there, other students you either personally know or have seen in passing. You greet Annie with a hug, handing her a small gift bag with a bottle of her favorite liquor. “Thank you!” she exclaims. “I’m so glad you were able to make it.”

“Me too! Though, I’ve got my work phone on me in case there are any emergencies,” you reply, pointing to the crossbody bag hanging on your shoulder. 

“Always so responsible. Such a good girl,” she teases, pinching your cheek. 

In your four years as a college student, you haven’t done anything outside of your comfort zone. You waited until you were officially legal to drink, and even now, you barely do it. Studies and extracurriculars always took priority over your social life, and while you have a solid group of friends, you haven’t done anything remotely wild. It’s not because you don’t have the desire to, there’s just never been a good opportunity. 

You spend the next half hour chatting with a few of the partygoers, sharing stories on certain professors, gossiping about other students, all while nursing a White Claw, sipping it slowly. It seems all of Annie’s friends are already here, so you don’t except anyone else to arrive. So, it surprises you when there’s a loud pounding on the door. Everyone glances towards it, curious at who it is. Annie answers, revealing two well-built men. One of them is incredibly tall that he has to duck down to enter through the doorway. The other is slightly shorter, though still impressive, with broad shoulders and a muscular physique. He has short blond hair, a trimmed goatee, sharp jawline, and an intimidating gaze. Something about his appearance is striking, and you’re immediately intrigued. 

You watch as they embrace the birthday girl, who punches them playfully in the shoulders. “Long time, no see, punks.”

“Sorry, Annie,” the taller one apologizes. “Classes have been a colossal pain lately.”

“And I’ve been busy at the shop,” the other adds. His voice is exactly what you imagine it would be like: gruff, husky. Sexy. Your interest piques even more, and you can’t remember the last time you felt this way about anyone, especially a complete stranger. When he removes his black leather jacket, your eyes widen at the reveal of his biceps, toned and sculpted like a marble statue. He’s wearing a fitted white tank with dark jeans, a chain hanging on the loop of his waistband with a small set of keys dangling. As if he couldn’t get any more attractive, here he is, flaunting his ripped body. You continue to watch him as he hangs his jacket on the coat rack by the door, inspecting the room while talking to Annie. “So, are these all college friends of yours?”

“Yup. You’re the only delinquents here,” she jokes, passing each of them a beer. 

“Shut up,” he laughs, twisting the cap off to take a swig. “Whose house is this anyways?”

She points to Armin and Eren, who sit on the couch, talking animatedly. “It’s theirs. They were nice enough to offer.”

“Cool. I guess I should go mingle, then. Unless you think these people will be scared of me.”

“Some of them could use some scaring, if you know what I mean,” she replies with a smirk. 

The two strangers make their way towards the hosts, shaking their hands to introduce themselves. You take this chance to approach your friend in the kitchen. “Annie, how do you know them?” 

“Bertolt and Reiner? Oh, they’re childhood friends of mine. We all grew up together in Marley.”

“Oh,” you nod. “Cool.”

She raises a brow at you. “Why? Are you interested?”

“No! I was just curious! I’ve never seen them around before.” Your voice is squeaky, and you’ve clearly given yourself away. 

She snickers, nudging you in the arm. “I can introduce you if you want. They’re a lot nicer than they look.” 

“No, I wouldn’t want to bother them – ”

“Reiner!” Annie calls out to the blond, and heat instantly surrounds your face. Too late to turn back, you stand up straight, watching the attractive man return to the kitchen, finished with his beer. “What’s up?”

“I want you to meet my friend.” Annie beckons you forward, stating your name. You smile at him, holding your arm out. 

He flashes a charming grin at you, enough to send a flutter in your belly. “I’m Reiner. Nice to meet you.” He shakes your hand, gripping you firmly. 

“I’m going to go socialize. You two get along, okay?” Annie departs quickly, leaving you and Reiner to get acquainted. 

“I heard that you’ve known Annie since she was a kid,” you start, attempting small talk. “What was she like back then?”

He leans on the refrigerator door, folding his arms across his chest, displaying his large chest. “She was a little shit, just like she is now,” he laughs. “She’s probably tamer since college though. We used to get into a bunch of fights together.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. She can really kick some ass if she wanted to.” He licks his lips before asking, “How do you know her?”

You try not to get distracted by the dirty thoughts swimming in your head right now, more and more attracted to him by the second. “We met in a class back in sophomore year, and we’ve been friends ever since. She’s really fun to be around.”

“And how about you?” His eyes bore into yours, and there’s an intensity in his gaze that you’re drawn by. “Are you fun to be around?”

You let out a laugh, shaking your head. “Probably not. I’m pretty vanilla.”

“Vanilla is good.”

“Vanilla is safe,” you argue.

“It’s also sweet, creamy, and delicious.”

You giggle, already so smitten by him. “Are you telling me that I’m sweet, creamy, and delicious?”

“I guess I’ll have to find that out myself.” There’s a twinkle in his eyes as he speaks to you, and this could be wishful thinking, but a spark ignites between you. For the first time in your uneventful college life, you’re flirting with the outsides of your comfort zone, slowly gravitating towards this mysterious and alluring stranger. And it’s exciting.

You continue your conversation, exchanging little flirtations here and there, learning more about him. The friend he arrived with, Bertolt, currently goes to school in Marley, where they both live. Reiner is a mechanic at a car shop in his hometown of Liberio. He’s never attended college and doesn’t plan to, already set to inherit the shop when the owner retires.  On the weekends, he enjoys riding his motorbike around town and going out to underground concerts. You reveal to him how different your weekends are compared to his, considering you usually stay in.

“Have you ever been to an underground concert?” The two of you have moved into Annie’s room now, where it’s quieter and away from the rest of the party. It was your idea; you weren’t thinking about how it would look, asking him to move into a more intimate setting. He keeps a safe distance from you at the edge of the bed, the door ajar so that you can barely hear the chatter outside. 

“No, never,” you reply. “I used to listen to some alternative rock back in the day.”

“Really?” He seems surprised as he takes a sip out of his water cup. “Who?”

You hum, trying to remember. You name a few, then end with, “Oh! And the Arctic Monkeys!” 

When he starts singing the chorus to one of their songs, your face lights up, recognizing the familiar tune. “Yes! I love that one!” you beam, nodding along with him. 

There’s that endearing twinkle again, scooting closer to you. “You’re so cute.”

His comment catches you off guard, and just when you thought you were keeping your cool, your whole body starts to heat up, completely flustered at the sudden compliment. “What?”

“I said you’re so cute,” he repeats, unfazed. As if he didn’t just rock your world. 

You swallow loudly. “Thank you. You’re really…handsome.”

He bursts out laughing, maintaining his gaze on you. “Handsome. The last time I heard that was from my mom when I was a kid.” 

“Well, what else am I supposed to say?!” 

“Hey, I’ll take it. I’m more than happy with that.” He leans forward and you’re gravitating towards him, gradually closing the gap between you. You’re inches from his face, so close to kissing, when your phone rings loudly in your purse on the nightstand. It startles the both of you, taking you a second to realize that it’s your work phone, indicating some sort of RA emergency. 

One of your residents is begging to be let in after losing their keys somewhere. You tell them you’re on your way, giving Reiner a guilty glance. When you’re finished with the call, you explain the situation. “I’m sorry, but I have to go.”

“I’ll give you a ride,” he offers, standing up.

“I drove here, so I’m fine. But thank you.”

“Then I’ll walk you to your car.” You don’t have the heart to reject him once more, so you agree, delivering quick goodbyes to your friends and to Annie, who eyes you curiously as Reiner follows you out. He walks beside you with his hands in his pockets, not speaking. When you’re at the door, he utters your name. “I’d really like to see you again.” He looks nervous, all the confidence he exuded earlier reduced into a shy expression.

You smile at him, chest swelling. “I’d really like to see you too.”  

“Next weekend, there’s a concert I think you’d enjoy. It’s in Marley, but I can totally come here to pick you up and – ” 

Before he starts rambling, you interrupt him politely. “I don’t mind driving to you. It’s not that far.” You give him your phone; he enters his number as a new contact. You give him a quick call so that he has yours. It’s like you’re teenagers, awkwardly exchanging info, all giddy and timid. “Text me the details, okay?” 

“Yeah, I will.” He waits until you’re in the car, waving at you one last time before he shuts the door carefully. You glance at him through the rear-view mirror,  grinning as he watches you drive off, already wishing it was next weekend. 

~~~

Saturday finally arrives, the day you’ve been eagerly anticipating since the night you met Reiner. It’s unusual for you to be so enamored with someone you’ve only known for a week, worst of all, met once. You’ve been messaging non-stop since, even upgraded to a phone call last night that almost went until morning. And now, you’re pulling into a guest parking spot outside his apartment complex with an overnight bag hidden away in your trunk, just in case. 

You head up a flight of stairs, searching for his number on the row of doors until you find the correct one, knocking twice, heartbeat already quickening. He answers promptly, dressed in a fitted black t-shirt that accentuates his ripped build. You swallow the saliva gathering in your mouth to greet him casually, hoping he doesn’t notice you practically drooling for him. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he mimics, smiling at you. “You ready to go?” 

You nod, surprised when he dangles two helmets, presenting one of them to you. “Are we taking your bike?”

“Yeah. That’s the only way I get around. Is that okay with you?”

You hesitate before responding, “Sure.”

He gives you a reassuring look. “Don’t worry. You’re safe with me. I promise.”

You learn soon enough that Reiner is a man of his word. With your arms around his waist, latched firmly to his abs, all you feel is exhilaration. He cruises through the streets of Marley, the night sky illuminated by the blur of city lights as you pass through downtown. The two of you don’t speak, the whoosh of wind rushing past your ears too deafening to hear anything but that and the engine. When he’s at a stop, he turns around to check on you, giving you a thumbs up, which you return enthusiastically. It also helps that he smells amazing: the subtle cologne on his clothes, the clean scent of his skin. Everything about him is attractive, and you can’t help but be drawn to him even more than you already were. 

He parks his bike in an alley next to a venue with a big marquee, spelling the name “Lakua”. Below it shows that a band called “The Warriors” are playing tonight. You hop off first, unbuckling your helmet and passing it to him. He knocks a specific rhythm on a nearby door, and suddenly, a girl with wavy, black hair answers, grabbing them from his hands. “Thanks Pieck,” he says. 

“Sure. Who’s you’re friend?” She examines you, smiling. 

He states your name, adding, “I met her at Annie’s party last week.”

“I see,” she muses. “Well, have fun tonight.” With that, she winks at you, then shuts the door. 

“We can go through the front,” he tells you, leading the way out of the alley and underneath the bright sign you saw earlier. There’s a bearded bouncer with wire-rimmed glasses at the front who acknowledges Reiner with a nod. “Evening, Reiner. IDs please.”

As you retrieve your licenses, Reiner slips him a wad of cash for admittance. “Hey Zeke. Did you hear them warm up?” 

“Yep.” He juts his chin towards you. “Porco and Marcel are in top form tonight. Your pretty friend here is in for a real treat.”

“Great, we’re going in now,” Reiner responds quickly, wrapping his arm around you to steer you through the door. There’s a bar on one side, stocked with the typical shelves of liquor and four bartenders serving those that crowd around them. On the opposite end is a stage, set up with instruments, speakers, and lights. There’s a horde gathered near the front, waiting for the main act to start. 

Reiner’s breath is warm on your ear when he says, “Follow me.” He holds your hand delicately, expertly maneuvering through the throng of concertgoers. He leads you past a curtained door towards the back, towards a closed room, knocking the same rhythm from earlier. It’s Pieck who answers, opening the door to usher you inside. “Hello again.” 

On the couch are two men who resemble each other. Another with light brown hair stands in front of the mirror, fixing his hair. When you and Reiner enter, they all look, happily yelling, “Reiner!”

He introduces you to the brothers, Porco and Marcel, the two who are seated. They both play guitar and do vocals, Porco being the lead. Colt, who gives you a friendly wave, is their drummer. Pieck, the bassist, formally introduces herself. Together, they are The Warriors. 

“We mostly do covers,” Marcel explains. “But we have some stuff in the works.”

“We tried to get Reiner to join, but he’s as tone-deaf as they come,” Porco teases, poking him in the arm.  

Reiner chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s true. I’m pretty awful.”

“But he’s really good at other things. I’m sure you know that already,” Marcel comments, smirking. 

Pieck shoves the guitarist’s arm. “Don’t be gross.” She redirects her attention to you. “Anyways, I hope you enjoy the show. Reiner’s been bugging us all week with requests. I have a hunch that you have something to do with it.” 

You smile at him, noticing a faint blush on his cheeks. “Requests?”

“You’ll see,” he replies, grinning. 

When it’s time for the band to perform, you make your way back to the dancefloor, more packed than it was when you first arrived. You manage to squeeze your way towards the front, Reiner huddled close behind you. Normally, you’d be claustrophobic, surrounded by all these hot, sweaty strangers. Reiner places his hands on your shoulders, leaning in to say, “I’m right here, okay? It might get a little rowdy, so if you want to leave, just tell me.”

You crane your neck to face him; he’s extremely close to you, enough that your noses are almost touching. It’s tempting to shift just the slightest bit forward and kiss him, but you resist the urge, already thrilled to be with him like this. 

The crowd hollers as The Warriors strut across the stage, waving. At the mic, Porco yells, “Y’all ready to have fun tonight?!” 

Louder applause erupts, and once Marcel starts a familiar guitar riff, it’s chaos in the best way possible. Soon, the bassline hits, then the drums, and your entire body thumps with each beat. It’s a song you recognize, and you’re impressed at how accurate they sound to the original while maintaining their own unique style. Marcel harmonizes perfectly with his brother, and together, their charisma on stage hypes everyone up. You bop your head to the melody, grinning ear-to-ear at how fun this is, the energy that surrounds you contagious. Reiner sways with you, grazing your back. You reach for his hand, brushing it with yours, turning to face him. “They’re so good!” you yell. 

The two of you continue to enjoy the concert, dancing in whichever way the rest of the crowd is moving. You notice halfway through the setlist that many of the songs they’re playing are from artists you listed for him the night you met. The realization really hits you when the iconic intro from the Arctic Monkeys song Reiner hummed for you starts, and you turn completely around with the biggest smile on your face. He beams at you, equally as thrilled, dancing erratically with your fingers entwined together, mouthing the lyrics at each other, completely in sync.

~~~

It's past midnight by the time you make it back to Reiner’s place. Your skin is sticky from sweat, eardrums heavy from the concert, and you really don’t want to go home. You’re unsure if Reiner feels the same way until he unlocks his front door, suggesting, “Do you want to sleep over?” He asks it casually, though there is a hint of hesitation. 

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I have enough stuff you can use. You can borrow my clothes.” 

You’re completely aware of the bag tucked away in your car right now, but the idea of wearing his clothes is too enticing, so you don’t mention it. 

While you shower in his bathroom, your curiosity gets the best of you. You inspect all the products he uses, sniffing the pleasant scent before lathering it on yourself, satisfied with smelling exactly like him. You brush your teeth in front of the foggy mirror, wrapped in a towel, wondering how tonight is going to end. Should you make the first move? Should you make any move at all? Even with the vibes totally there, you’re still uncertain if he reciprocates your feelings. There’s this titillating tension hanging in the air, but you’re too nervous to cut it, afraid of rejection, of misunderstanding. Maybe this is the furthest the two of you will go, so you take advantage of this moment, hugging yourself in his t-shirt and boxers he lent you, inhaling his essence until it’s ingrained in your memory. 

After you’re done, you walk out of the bathroom. He sits at the edge of the bed, scrolling through his phone. When he sees you, his eyes widen, scanning you up and down. “Wow.” It escapes out of his mouth abruptly, and he stammers, “Um, sorry. I’m…I’m going to shower now.” He gets up, avoiding your gaze, locking himself inside. 

Maybe this isn’t the furthest the two of you will go.

~~~

You sit up in the bed, resting against the headboard, waiting for him. After a few minutes, he walks out, waist wrapped in a towel, chest bared and dewy with water. He glances at you, looking away to search his drawer for a new shirt. The tension is palpable, even more so now than ever before. 

You clear your throat, wanting to break this unbearable silence. “Thank you again for letting me stay here.”

“Of course,” he mumbles, sliding a shirt over his head. He bends down to retrieve a pair of boxers on the lower shelf, slipping it underneath his towel. Dressed, he returns to the bathroom to hang his towel on the rack. You watch him carefully, so many thoughts racing in your head, the words on the tip of your tongue. He stands awkwardly in the middle of the room, staring at the carpet beneath his feet. “I’ll be on the couch if you need anything,” he murmurs, heading towards the door. 

“Reiner, wait.” 

He faces you, eager. “Yes?”

“Sleep here with me.” You pat the space next to you. “Don’t make me lonely tonight.”

He swallows thickly, taking long strides to get to you quick, crawling beside you. “Are you sure?”

You nod, reaching out to touch his cheek. “Absolutely sure.” 

Fingers laced around the nape of his neck, you pull him in for a kiss, his plush lips surrounding yours seamlessly. He kisses you with fervor, slipping into your mouth, tongue swirling around yours. You yank on his collar, stretching the fabric, imploring him to strip his top off, which his does in a fluid motion. Caged between his biceps, you lay beneath him, caressing his face while you smother him in your kisses. When you break free to catch your breath, he nuzzles his nose to yours, whispering, “I’ve been waiting all night to do this. All week, actually.”

“Yeah?” you coo, trailing down his neck, flushed with excitement. “So have I.”

“You’re so fucking sexy in my clothes,” he huffs, hooking the elastic of your boxers with his finger. “You’re not wearing any panties, are you?” 

You shake your head, and he smirks, sliding down the bed to position himself between your legs, tugging at your bottoms. You lift your hips up, wriggling out as he removes them off you, tossing it behind him. He stares at your pussy, throbbing and aching for his touch. Grabbing you behind the knees, he spreads you open, exposing your cunt. He doesn’t dawdle any longer, diving in to spread his tongue on your clit. You throw your head back into the pillows, staring at the ceiling, vision blurry from pleasure as he eats you out, determined to have his thirst quenched. He swallows every ounce of you, running his tongue along your slit and flicking it on your bud. And when your orgasm is so close to the peak, he puckers around you, sucking on your clit until it’s raw and swollen. You climax, squirming and whining, clenching the bedsheets, twisting it in your fists.

“Fuck,” he muffles, lapping at your cum as it spills out of your cunt. “Getting so messy for me.” His finger teases your entrance while he continues to flick his tongue on your sensitive bud. “Can you give me one more?” he coos, peering up at you with adoration, placing a wet smooch on the inside of your thigh. “Pretty please, sweetheart?” 

You have no choice but to oblige, sinking into the cushions once more, twitching with ecstasy as he strokes your pussy with your clit in his mouth. There’s nothing on your brain except for Reiner and all the different positions he can fuck you in. You come a second time with two of his digits inside you, pussy covered in spit and arousal. He chuckles, scattering kisses along your body until he’s face-to-face with you, rubbing his nose to yours affectionately. His stiff cock protrudes from his boxers, and you reach down to palm it, kissing his lips, glossy with your slick.

He moans, rutting into your hand. “You’re a fucking dream, you know that?”

You smile, pressing your forehead to his. “I was just thinking the same thing about you.”

He stretches his arm towards the nightstand, searching the top drawer to retrieve condoms and a bottle of lube. “Think you can take me?” he smirks, shoving his underwear down his legs, erection sprung against his chiseled abs. He’s bigger than you fantasized; your pussy throbs, yearning to be filled by his impressive cock. You nod dumbly, salivating for him. He scoots closer, removing his boxers, stroking himself rapidly, licking his lips. “I knew you would taste good. Sweet, creamy. Delicious.”

You giggle, remembering what he said to you a week ago. Spreading your thighs open, you caress your clit between your fingers, watching him pump his cock in his fist. “Fuck,” you moan, growing impatient. “Fuck me, Reiner. Hurry.”

Ripping the wrapper with his teeth, he rolls the condom on his cock, coating it with a generous amount of lube. “Okay, beautiful. I’ll give you what you want. I’ll give it to you so good.” He guides himself inside you, stretching your pussy until he bottoms out. “Fuck,” he drawls, nestling in comfortably. “So fucking hot.” 

You drape your arms over his shoulders, holding him limply, already spent from your previous orgasms, still so horny for him. He fucks you, legs coiled around his torso, gripping your waist, dragging your body towards him with each thrust. Saliva dribbles out the sides of your mouth, eyes half-closed in a dumb expression, blissfully fucked. He takes pleasure in seeing you unravel like this, clutching you tighter, increasing the pace. “Oh fuck, you’re amazing.” He holds you close, bucking his hips frantically, staring wildly at you beneath him. “I knew it the moment we met, then tonight at the concert. Knew you were special.”

You whimper his name, squeezing him tighter. “Reiner, right there, right there!”

“Yeah? Feels good?” he purrs, circling your clit with his thumb. “Then come on my cock, baby. Show me how much you love it.” He presses his groin to your pussy, burying himself deep inside you, ceasing his thrusts to focus on your approaching orgasm. Frothy spit drips from his mouth directly onto your bud, smearing it with his fingers. You convulse around him, ecstasy coursing through your body, electrifying every nerve all the way down to your toes. His name pours out of you in moans, skin sweltering against the sheets, dewy with sweat. You’re a sticky mess for him, overstimulated from your three consecutive orgasms. And yet, you’re desperate for more.

“Don’t stop,” you whine, reaching out to him weakly. “You’re amazing, Reiner.”

He takes your hand, holding it to his lips, kissing your fingertips lightly. “You take it so good. My beautiful, gorgeous girl.” 

You orgasm twice more in this position until he’s nearing his own. His jaw is clenched, brows furrowed tight, ready to lose it. “Tell me where you want it.”

You blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “On me. Come on me, Rei. All over my clit and pussy.”

He groans, pulling out quickly to snap the condom off, pumping his cock in his fist. Within seconds, he’s nutting on you, shooting his seed onto your bud, watching it trickle down to your sopping cunt. “Fuck,” he moans, dick rigid in his grasp. He taps the tip on your drenched clit, relishing the lewd squelch it makes. “So fucking creamy for me.” There’s a wicked glint in his eyes, fixated on how his cum glazes your loins, and excitement bubbles in your core again, realizing that he has no intention of ending it here.

“Like what you see?” you goad him, dipping your fingers in his mess, stuffing it into your cunt. “I told you not to stop, didn’t I? So what are you waiting for?”

He leans over you, kissing you passionately, grinding his dick between your pussy lips. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ve got all the time in the world now.”

[chimerapartyhouse]

Got to experiance the Pen's Marriage mod quest and HOLY WHAT THEY DID AN AMAZING JOB. It has inspired so much brainrot in me now that I can have my true pairing together again. The two together simultaneously make each other feral and calmer. So I'm dumping the shitposts I wrote here.

Ruber-Roseus says:

"Was told yer were beating up inmates constantly. Why they'd think letting yer near anyone was a good idea I don't know... (quietly) Good lad." 

"Oh look, I get to return the favour finally. We're now a couple who wears matching clothes. Congrats." 

"Gunna need two copies of yer book. One for yer to sign, the other ta bash yer nogging with." 

"Hate to break it to yer Honey, but the big not-bandit has the hots for me. Take from that info what yer want." 

"...Yes, I would love to sit on yer back as you do push ups. Missed you." 

"People in town refuse to talk to me cause of this mess. Thanks by the way."

(Pen trying to bite him in public) "Bad dog!" 

"I should 'ave asked Avery for a paycheck for this." 

"I'D THROW YA TO THE PERIPHERIES BUT THEN I'D FEEL BAD FOR EVERY LIVING THING THERE!" 

"That's it, hold my hand. I'm not letting go till yeh behave." 

"Grace is going to kill me if Logan doesn't first." 

"Get OFF ME. SomEONE here actually has a job that pays BILLS."

"Yes, you're hot. Yes, I love your muscles, looks, hair, jawline, voice. All your stuff. But please behave in public, you've traumatised Burgess more than enough already." 

"I would threaten to tie you up but I know that's not a threat to you." 

"Fine, instead I'll tie you up, have my fun, and leave you there." (Threat works.) 

"Been wanting to introduce you to my Ma but what would I even tell her now?!" 

"Let me sit on your lap and cuddle me, Kitten. Work was exhausting." 

"If you get us banned from the Blue Saloon one day I will never forgive you." 

"Honey, please get yer hand off me ass." 

Pen forgoing his usual tracksuit for more revealing clothing cause he's cover in certain kinds of bruises. 

(Pull out a stool, places it in front of Pen, stands on it.) "Now listen here ya little-" 

"You're lucky I love you so much, and that others hold me back, or else I'd be the one in prison." 

Finding Ruber passing out at stupid times from exhaustion turns from funny to sad real fast. Worse so when Pen learns why it keeps happening. 

"I can't even torture you in normal ways. I could threaten suffocation and you'd just go 'mh, yes please'."

"It is an actual miracle that no one has seriously tried to separate us. Maybe we mellow each other out enough that it's not worth it." 

"I wonder if it's possible to teach Rosy how to cook cause I'm scared of what you'll do to my precious kitchen if you use it." 

(Pen and Rosy getting envious of each other.) "Ladies, I love you both dearly."

Punishes Pen by slipping in really hot chilli pepper into his food. Not Duvos Pepper levels, but it does the job when he's done something seriously bad. 

"Something may have slipped out during a talk with Pablo. So sorry if the town acts weirder than usual soon." 

"For the last time, stop reading that damn book my Ma gave ya! I thought you didn't want kids anyway?!" 

"You can big-talk all you want, you've still never beaten me at whack-a-mole." 

"Sorry, being pretty is exhausting." (Collapses into Pen's arms.) 

"There are days where I wonder, 'what if?'. And then see your ass and immediately dismiss the idea." Pen: Do you mean me or my- (muffled squeak) "I mean your glorious globes." (Slapped his ass.) 

Ruber laying his head on Pen's chest. "You can say your heart is unbeating all you want. I can hear it calling for me." 

"If you make one more 'rabbit in heat' joke I'm sending you back to prison." 

"My Crystal, I promise I'm no longer interested in Justice. If it helps, I would have kicked your ass to the curb long ago if it were the case. You can also talk to Pablo too, that man will never stop interfering with my love life." 

"Snow Leopard, Pablo and Vivi agreed to help me make a new custom wardrobe for yer. It's your turn to be the dress up doll."

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

Drunk-Dazed and Lust-Crazed

pairing: demigod!San x fem!reader (mentions of other idols)

genre: fluff, angst, slowburn, demigod!AU, college!AU

warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption (an unhealthy amount), mentions of anxiety and past trauma, suggestive themes, mentions of violence, knives, blood, (not so minor) character death, cursing

Word count: ~13.8k

Summary: San, the son of Dionysus, decides to descend to the human realm and experience the human ways of having fun for the first time in his life. But he experiences much more than that - danger, recklessness, lust… and love.

Author’s note: This fic is part of the Hamartia (Αμαρτία) collab, hosted by @sleepylixie​ and @delicatewerewolfsoul​! Thank you for letting me participate in this amazing collab <3. The header was made by @intokook (original gif by @fixons​). Here’s a mini playlist to get you in the mood of the fic. Another huge thank you to @himbocoups​​ and @bitchlessdino​​ for giving me the necessary push to actually finish this TWO YEAR OLD wip.

taglist: @aliceu​ @heresyourramen​ @iwillgiveyoumyhappiness​​ @choism​​ @flowerwonu​​

This fic does not portray San in real life in any way. This is pure fanfiction.

©multi-kpop-fanfics, 2023. No reposting allowed. No translations allowed without permission.

Olympus.

The home of all Greek Gods, the pinnacle of their power and their majestic residence. Among the known and worshipped gods, only a few selected are able to enjoy a life next to them, most of them being demigods, born from the gods themselves.

Choi San is part of the lucky ones.

A demigod born from the God of Wine and Feast, Dionysus himself. He was born in Korea and lived with his human mother until he was five years old - until Dionysus decided to take him to Olympus and raise him as a god.

Of all the sons and daughters he had, San was his father's favorite for numerous reasons. One of them was his otherworldly beauty - chocolate foxy eyes, a jawline sharper than the most finely-crafted swords, broad shoulders leading to a thin waist and well-defined muscles covering the entire expanse of his body. San's beauty was on par with the beauty of the sons and daughters of Aphrodite, if not above. 

But that's not the sole reason.

San had a heart of pure gold. He was kind to everyone, always there to help someone in need, be it physical or psychological. He had a strong sense of justice, standing up for the weak. All these qualities earned him praises from the rulers of Olympus themselves, but San never lost his humble nature and kindness.

However, he had one miniscule flaw. Endless curiosity. And Dionysus has seen countless times how dangerous curiosity can be.

It was another bright day and San was at his usual spot, under the willow tree close to his father's shrine. A flower crown made from pink roses adorned his ashy brown hair. He was laying on the soft grass, twirling one of his white highlights. He loved moments like this, of pure serenity and peace.

But he was slowly getting tired.

He had turned 22 in human age, yet he had never experienced the ways of humans having fun on their birthdays, especially those of his age. Sure, he absolutely loved the feasts his father would prepare - the ambrosia never failed to amaze him, no matter how many times he tasted it.

But deep down, he felt an unexplainable emptiness. 

How is it like to have fun like a human? How is it like to go out and party like a human?

How is it like to live like a human?

These questions have been floating in San's mind for a long time now. He has repeatedly tried to convince his father to let him descend to the human realm, but every time, the answer is the same.

“I cannot allow this, the human realm is full of dangers, you haven't seen the things I have.”

Frankly, he's sick and tired of listening to the same thing over and over again. And he has finally worked up to the needed courage and make his wish come true.

San gets up from his spot and sprints to his father's shrine, hoping he would find him there. As he enters the majestic temple, he is both delighted and terrified to see Dionysus himself sitting in the throne, enjoying a glass of wine.

"Ah, San! What brings you here today, my beloved son?"

"Hello Father" San says as he rubs his hands together, trying to get rid of his anxiety. 

“Is there something troubling you, my son?” Dionysus asks as he descends from his throne and approaches San. "Actually, there is, but I have finally found the courage to speak", he straightens his posture and Dionysus smiles. 

“Go on, boy, I'm all ears.”

San takes a deep breath and opens his mouth to speak. 

“As you know, I became 22 years old a few days ago and you asked me for a special gift, but didn't give you an immediate answer. I gave it a lot of thought and I have made up my mind.”

“What is your wish, my son? Speak and I shall grant it.”

“I want to go to the human realm.”

San immediately feels the atmosphere darken as Dionysus drops his smiley facade and anger is written all over his face. 

“Time and time again we've had this discussion, my answer remains the same. You will not leave Olympus!” Dionysus growls, but San does not yield.

"I would greatly appreciate it if you could give me one good reason to stay here” he grits his teeth. 

“Good reason? Have you gone mad, son? You are living in Olympus, you receive the same treatment as if you were a pure God! What other reason could you possibly need?!”

“I want to know what it's like to live like a human, Father. They are mortal beings, yet they feel like they are immortal, like you. They don't live in the residence of gods and goddesses, but they make it look like they live in paradise. They do not feast and eat ambrosia, but they can party for days as if they are tireless” San explains, holding the stars in his eyes, completely awestruck by the human lifestyle. 

“Oh, San… You're still so young and pure, my son. While your words hold the truth, you must never forget that every light casts an equal shadow. There are humans who have more virtues than some gods, but there are also humans whose evil nature can compare to Hades himself. These people will try to take advantage of the kinder souls and I cannot even imagine the horrors some of them have been through” Dionysus admits and San is slightly disheartened at his father's words. 

“You, my dear San, are one of the purest souls I have ever encountered in the time I've walked upon in all the existing realms of the universe. A trait definitely inherited by your mother, as well as your beauty” he continues as he caresses San's cheek in a very affectionate way. 

“I would be damned if I let you become tainted because of some wretched humans, hence why I took you to Olympus with me.”

“Father, I truly appreciate your worries and I'm beyond thankful for having such a caring father figure. However, I'm not a child anymore. I can handle myself just fine, I've learned how to differentiate people based on their motives. Besides, you have said that I can have everyone in the palm of my hands by just looking at them, right?” San smirks and Dionysus laughs, its echo filling the shrine.

“I guess it cannot be helped anymore. It was bound to happen at some point and apparently, the time is now” he announces and San's eyes double in size.

 “Father, are you saying-”

“Yes my son, you are free to visit the human realm as you see fit.”

San literally jumps out of joy due to the good news and hugs his father. 

“I will be forever grateful to you, Father!” he says with a beaming smile. 

“I am not finished yet, San. You are free to visit the human realm, on one condition: You must not fall in love with a human” Dionysus adds and San is left dumbfounded. 

“Um, I… understand, but why?” he asks out of curiosity again. 

“Only a few selected demigods are allowed to live in Olympus along with the rest of the gods and goddesses, simply because most of us have a lot of offsprings, for better or worse. However, demigods falling in love with humans usually leads to more offsprings, who still have a fragment of divine power, but end up using it in corrupted ways. As a result, these demigods are forever banished from Olympus” Dionysus explains and San feels a chill run down his spine. 

“Worry not, Father. You have my word, my journey in the human realm is purely out of curiosity” he smiles and skips happily out of the shrine.

“If only I could tame the ferocious curiosity you had in you, son. Let's hope it won't get you in trouble.”

A few months later….

Saturday night, the streets of Gangnam are filled with young people, all of them ready to dance and drink the night away, to their hearts' content. All types of restaurants, bars and clubs are almost full, the owners rubbing their hands, as if they already feel the money flow through their cashier machines. 

Not everyone has the same thing going on in their minds though - some people want to find someone to spend their night with, someone else wants to drink in order to forget a painful experience and others just want to have fun with their friends or significant other. And there are those people who want all of the above. 

San is one of these people.

But there is a basic difference between San and the rest of the world - he is a demigod, which gives him a huge advantage over pretty much everything in talks of tolerance and energy. You could even say he holds an enormous amount of power.

However, the more powerful someone is, the more insatiable they become. Whether it's money, fame, people, the more you get, the more you want. In San's case, it is a bit different - it's living to the complete edge of life itself.

When he first landed on the human realm, it started off quite innocently - it was just a glass of soju with a human boy his age, Wooyoung. This boy had a few more friends and he introduced them to San. Even if he was awkward at first, they quickly made him feel comfortable in the group and San couldn't be any happier. 

He felt like he finally belonged somewhere, with people he met and befriended on his own, not because of his supernatural powers, but of his sheer excitement and warmth. He had managed to make his own friends.

The visits at the soju place became more frequent and more crowded, since it wasn't just San and Wooyoung anymore. But after a while, they started getting bored of it and wanted a change. They were boys in their early twenties, after all, it was expected to seek a new experience.

“Yo, wanna check out the new club that opened at the corner of the street? Heard they got some pretty good booze there” Changbin says while downing a shot of soju. 

“Booze or boobs?” Yeonjun, another boy in the group, snickers and Changbin raises an empty bottle at Yeonjun's head. 

“Why not both? These two are always a good combo” Wooyoung smirks, “Besides, it was about time we did something different, right Sannie?” 

San perks up at Wooyoung's words and he can already feel his blood rush faster through his veins. 

“Damn right I'm in!” he exclaims and the boys laugh, as they raise their glasses and drink once more.

“I’ll get a head start, need to go check the sound equipment - don’t want anything to fuck up in the middle of the night” Changbin downs another shot of soju.

“I’ll join you, Bin” Yeonjun gets up, putting on his coat.

“You know stuff about consoles, Yeonjun?” San asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Nah, he just wants to fuck around and post stories on socials” Changbin snorts.

“Fuck off, Seo, it’s called promotion - Hak will be thanking me” the taller man throws a light punch on the shorter male’s arm, “Anyways, we’ll be off now -  see ya later, darlings” and they disappear from the shop.

“Yah, San, c'mon dude, let's get going, we're gonna be late!” Wooyoung whines, pulling San by his sleeve in a kinda aggressive manner, as they were walking towards their destination, where Changbin and Yeonjun were waiting for them. 

“Are you sure we'll be able to get into the club? They did say it's very hard to even get inside, let alone book a table…” San trails off and Wooyoung laughs. 

“That is for the commoners, my dear friend, and I assure you, we're not commoners. Besides” he flips his hair dramatically, “The owner's son is a very good friend of ours and a regular at the club on top of that” he winks and San smiles, relieved that they will be able to have fun properly. 

“You must have a lot of connections around here, don't you Woo?” San asks, half impressed by his friend. 

“Hmm well, not really, it's mostly Yeonjun, 'cause he works in a model agency, so it's normal for him to be popular and have lots of connections here and there.”

“Well, yeah, but...” San trails off, “You’re in a dance crew, aren’t you? I mean, you must be pretty popular too”.

Wooyoung chuckles and San raises an eyebrow in question.

“I do have some tricks up my sleeve, Sannie, but I choose to use them wisely”

“Care to elaborate?” San asks and he is startled by some female voices gasping and giggling.

“Oh my God, it’s Wooyoung!”

“He looks so much hotter in person.”

“Ugh, I could pay for all his drinks just to get his attention.” 

“Hey, who’s the hottie with him?”

Wooyoung catches on and sends a wink towards the chattering girls, making them squeal in return. San is stunned by his friend’s action and Wooyoung waves a hand in front of his face. 

“See now? That’s what I meant earlier by tricks up my sleeves.”

The boys finally reach the club and witness an alarmingly long line of people waiting to get in. 

“Um, are you 100% sure you can get us in?” San asks again and Wooyoung rolls his eyes. 

“Watch with your own eyes.” and he goes in front of the security guards, he shows a card and as if on cue, they open the door. San's mouth hangs open in surprise and Wooyoung laughs, waving to him to follow him, completely ignoring the infuriated beeline of people shouting in protest.

As they finally get inside the club, San is greeted by neon lights, loud EDM music playing through the huge speakers and people around his age dancing and drinking mindlessly on the first and second floor of the club. For most people, it would be a cacophony of fun, but to San, it was one of the most exciting things he had ever witnessed in his entire life. 

“Finally, what the fuck took you so long?!” Changbin yells to make himself heard over the noise. 

“Fuck off, Bin, we're here now” Wooyoung sneers, “Hey, Hak, what's up, bro?” he greets the unfamiliar boy. 

“All good, Woo, the usual shit. I see you brought a new friend with you.” the boy says, looking at San with a beaming smile. 

“Hey buddy, I'm Juhaknyeon, but you can call me Haknyeon or just Hak.”

“Nice to meet you, Haknyeon, I'm San.” San greets back the boy.

Is he really the owner's son? He looks way too innocent, San thinks as he studies Haknyeon's face - light brown hair falling on his forehead, pink plush lips, big brown eyes and a beaming smile. If he wasn't human, he could easily be a son of Aphrodite.

“What's your order?” Haknyeon asks San. 

“My order?”

“He means what you're going to drink, dumbass” Yeonjun laughs and San is startled. 

“O-Oh! I'm fine with anything, honestly” he waves his hands in defeat and Wooyoung exchanges a knowing glance with Yeonjun. Changbin looks at them and facepalms, already knowing what is coming up. 

“Oh boy, you did not just say that” he mumbles and San is left dumbfounded.

“Did I say anything wrong?” 

“Depends on how well you handle your liquor” Haknyeon replies. 

“Pretty well, actually” San admits - he's the son of Dionysus after all, but that's a detail he shouldn't share. Wooyoung and Yeonjun snicker almost maliciously at San's words and he raises an eyebrow. 

“We'll see about that, Sannie boy” Wooyoung smirks and yells to the waiter to bring them a round of shots and a bottle of whiskey. 

“Tonight, my friend, is the night you'll get shitfaced and laid.”

To say that Yeonjun and Wooyoung were surprised would be a total understatement.

They half-believed San when he said he could handle his liquor, but they definitely did not expect this.

“One more!” San yells and the newly swarming crowd around him starts hollering, egging  him on to down another round of tequila shots. Haknyeon was watching in pure amusement, while the original troublemakers were hanging their heads in defeat.

“Which round was that?” Yeonjun asks.

“Dude, I swear I’ve lost count, this motherfucker has no mercy” Wooyoung half-whines, still not able to accept his embarrassing defeat “Even Bin is on the verge of passing out, for fucks sake!”

Of course, San was in his own happy world, drinking to the point of alcohol poisoning, but looking and feeling like woke up from the most refreshing sleep ever. Suddenly, he feels a lithe hand smoothing over his shoulder and he turns around to see one of the girls who were fawning over him and Wooyoung a few hours earlier. 

“Oh hey, I remember you!” San remarks in an enthusiastic manner and the girl gives a sultry smile. 

“Hey cutie, thought it would be a good idea to say hi” she says and trails a manicured nail down his chest, “Wanna talk somewhere more...private?” she tilts her head in a suggestive manner. 

Something clicks in San’s brain, as if a switch was turned on and unleashed a brand new sensation all over his body. 

It was a strange feeling and it was making him feel hot everywhere. 

Lust.

In a split second, he grabs the girl’s wrist and pulls her to the club restroom, the music significantly lower now, drowned in the background. He pushes her on the wall, hands firm on her waist. 

“Is that private enough for you, sweetheart?” San licks his lips and tilts his head towards the girl’s neck, his breath fawning over her skin. 

“Hot and smart, you’re a catch, pretty boy” she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him in for a feverish kiss. He could taste the alcohol on her tongue, but he didn’t care and neither did the girl. They were both too caught up in the moment to care about such things, any hint of rational thinking was gone, replaced by lust and need.

San pulls away momentarily, a thin string of saliva connecting their lips. He looks at the girl’s swollen lips, a train of not so innocent thoughts running through his mind. 

“Cat got your tongue, baby?” she asks with a sultry smirk. 

“Hmm not really”, San retorts and twirls one of her hair strands around his pointer finger, “Just thinking about whether I should take you to my house or fuck you right here” he bites the skin between the base of her neck and her shoulder, eliciting a lewd moan from her lips. 

“But then again, a pretty little girl like you doesn’t deserve to be taken in a filthy restroom, am I right?” he asks rhetorically and the girl nods feverishly. He then pulls away and leads her out of the restroom and back to the table, giving her her stuff. 

“Let’s get out of here, shall we, sweetheart?” San smirks and rushes out of the club with the girl, his friends completely forgotten.

The morning finds San in his familiar bed and shirtless, which is occupied only by him, no sight of the girl he brought over last night. He notices a small note with a lipstick mark on it, something scribbled on it. She probably left her number, he thinks and ignores it. He gets up and goes to the bathroom to freshen up a bit - yes, even demigods need a splash of water to wake up. As he feels the cold water splash on his skin, he lifts his head and looks at his reflection in the mirror. 

“Holy shit…” he mumbles, as he traces his hand over the very visible hickeys on his neck and the expanse of his chest. A cacophony of purple and red blotches covering his pale skin. 

“Damn, was she a vampire or something?” he continues and turns to see his back, covered in red streaks, probably nail scratches. San remembers and a smug smirk spreads on his lips. A string of whimpers, moans and screams, spilling from the girl’s lips, as he drove her over the edge last night, more than once.

What was even more fascinating is that he had zero sexual experience beforehand. Suddenly, he feels like a light bulb just lit up inside his brain.

Since when did I get so confident?

He tries to recall the sequence of the events that occured last night. 

When did it all start? As soon as I entered the club? No, I was too stiff. When I met Hak? Nope, I was kinda awkward at first. Ugh, think San, think-

His trail of thoughts is cut short by the sound of his ringing phone. He goes back to his bedroom and picks it up without a second thought.

“Hello?” 

“CHOI SAN, YOU FUCKING BITCH, WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GO LAST NIGHT?!” San winces at Wooyoung’s loud voice echoing through the speaker.

“Dude, it’s 9:30 in the morning, could you not scream into my ear?” he complains and he hears the familiar scoff of his friend. 

“Oh I’m sorry, your Highness, but that’s how I react when my bank account is fucking bleeding because a certain someone decided to drink his entire existence in the club!” Wooyoung snarls angrily and San is hit with a reality check. 

“How much did you guys pay?” he asks, voice laced with guilt. 

“You want the total amount or your share?”

“Option number two, please.”

“....210 bucks.” 

San chokes on thin air at the sound of the amount. 

“Just...how much did I drink last night?!”, he asks, completely mortified. 

“Hmm, let’s see… Definitely a bottle of whiskey, three plain vodka glasses and some rounds of shots. Although I lost count after the seventh one probably,’cause I was pretty much wasted” Wooyoung explains. 

“Oh my God, why the fuck didn’t you stop me?!”

“I dunno bro, you were having the time of your life, even Haknyeon was amused.”

And then it clicked. San’s eyes went wide from the realization.

“Hey Woo?”

“Yes, San?”

“What do you mean by having the time of my life?”

“Which part of the sentence exactly did you not understand?”

“Let me rephrase the question: When did it actually start?”

“Uhhh, around the time you started downing alcohol like it was water? I can’t remember much, but you looked like you could take over the world, man.”

 San feels like he’s about to lose his mind. 

“Woo, I gotta go, talk to you later bro.”

“What the f-” Wooyoung doesn’t get to finish his sentence as San has already hung up.

He rushes to the kitchen and rummages the cupboards, searching for any trace of alcohol. His mind is racing with all the possible scenarios playing out in his head. He manages to find a can of beer and he runs back to the bathroom, the can still in his hand. His eyes drift between the mirror and the can, hesitant to take the next step.

He takes a deep breath to calm down and pops the beer can open. 

“Okay, here goes nothing…” he mutters and gulps down the beer. He slams the empty can on the bathroom counter and he breathes heavily. He looks at his reflection and his eyes are blown wide as he witnesses the hickeys on his body slowly fade away, his smooth skin now back to its original state. San threads his fingers in his silky hair and starts laughing almost like a lunatic. It all made sense now - the surge of confidence, the crazy stamina and now the fading hickeys. 

He isn’t just immune to the effects of alcohol, it makes him stronger.

San is lost in a euphoric daze, he wants to scream, let the whole world know the power he holds. He’s snapped out of it once his phone screen lights up, a message from Changbin in their group chat.

binniebinniechangbinnie: Yo losers, I’m gonna be the dj at Noir Club next Thursday, wanna join???

yeonjun choimbell: DUDE I’M DOWN

San grins evilly and starts typing back.

mountainchoi: Count me in too bro

jungsexywoo: how kind of you to grace us with your presence mr. Choi

jungsexywoo: AFTER HANGING UP ON MY FACE-

mountainchoi: IT WAS AN EMERGENCY, OKAY?

yeonjun choimbell: yeah emergency *snorts*

mukhaknyeon: all good bro? you kinda disappeared last night-

mountainchoi: yeah, thanks for asking and sorry :’)

jungsexywoo: yeah, disappeared to GET HIS DICK WET

jungsexywoo: AND DIDN’T EVEN PAY FOR THE DRINKS

mountainchoi: I’LL MAKE AMENDS, OKAY?

yeonjun choimbell: are you paying for everything on Thursday then-

mountainchoi: yes.

binniebinniechangbinnie: WAIT-

jungsexywoo: FOR REAL????

mukhaknyeon: damn, that’s some real ass flex bro 

jungsexywoo: you better not disappear again or i’ll rip your balls off-

mountainchoi: i swear on the whiskey i drank last night

yeonjun choimbell: OH FUCK HE’S SERIOUS

binniebinniechangbinnie: BRO I’MMA RESERVE THE BEST TABLE FOR YA

mukhaknyeon: We wouldn’t have it any other way ;)

jungsexywoo: OH MY GOD WE’RE GETTING WASTED BITCHES🤪

mountainchoi: damn right we are😏

San closes his phone, a wide Cheshire-like smirk spreading on his lips, his mind already racing with the endless possibilities that could take place on Thursday. 

And boy, he was in for a treat from Fate herself.

“Come on Y/N, please, just this once!” your best friend Yeji begs, but you still hold your ground. 

“Hwang Yeji, I love you, you’re my best friend, but I will not come to that godforsaken club!” you deadpan and she whines. 

“But whyyy?”

“Because I don’t like clubs and you’re asking me to come with you on a THURSDAY NIGHT” you add, punctuating the last two words by furiously typing on your keyboard. 

“Can you at least pay even the miniscule attention to me or is that essay of yours more important than ME?” Yeji mocks and you glare at her. 

“Of course you’re important to me, but I’m afraid that if I don’t hand in this essay by the end of the next week, I’m doomed” you complain. 

“That’s exactly why I want you to come with me to the club!” she chirps and you grimace. 

“Are you trying to help or bring me closer to my doom?” 

“Oh just shut up and listen to me for once!” she smacks your head and you rub it in a soothing manner.

“You’ve been holed up in your room all this time, trying to keep up with your studies. I admire you for that, don’t get me wrong, but you need to live a little too!” she explains and you’re thrown into overthinking mode. 

“You’re not wrong, but still-”

“Ah ah ah! No buts, you’re coming to the party.” she slams her hand on the table and you flinch. 

“Yeji!”

“Y/F/N Y/L/N, you will come to Noir Club on Thursday night, even if I have to drag you out of your room! Not that I’ll have any problem with that since Giselle is coming too…” and your eyes widen at the mention of your roommate’s name.

 “Giselle is coming with you?!”

“Yes, and so will you”. 

“...Will there be good music at least?” you ask sheepishly and Yeji’s foxy eyes light up. 

“IS THAT A YES?!”

“Answer the question, Yeji.”

“Do you know Seo Changbin from the Arts department?” 

“Yeah, he’s friends with Jisung, why do you ask?” you raise an eyebrow. 

“He will be the DJ of the night” and your eyes perk up. 

“Hmm, interesting” you mumble and Yeji smirks. 

“Oh? Now you’re interested? Bitch, do you have the hots for Bin?!” she nudges your arm playfully and you swat her away. 

“No you idiot, I’m hoping that Jisung might be there too, it will make the party a bit more bearable.”

“Boo you wh-”

“Don’t you dare say it.” you threaten her and she raises her arms in defense. 

“Well, my job here is done, you’re free to continue your pitiful essay, see ya on Thursday night!” she waves cheekily.

“We see each other every day, you dumbass!”, you yell.

“Yeah, but you don’t count as a human with these clothes!” she yells back and you gasp, making her laugh. 

I’ll show you, you minx, just you wait until Thursday, you think.

Thursday night came around and you were contemplating on your outfit, standing completely clueless in front of your open closet. 

“What the fuck does someone wear at a club?!” you whine helplessly and your roommate Giselle peeks her head through your room. 

“Need help?” she asks. 

“Yes please, I’m lost here” you huff in defeat and she skips happily next to you.

“There is one basic rule when it comes to club parties - the flashier, the better” she grins and you grimace. 

“You just said that to a minimalist, Gi.”

“Geez, Y/N, don’t be such a buzzkill. Besides, there must be something in your wardrobe suitable enough for tonight” she adds as she rummages through the hangers. 

“I’m pretty sure there’s nothing in there” you mumble and you hear an obnoxious gasp from Giselle. 

“Then what is THIS?!” she squeals as she gazes over a black velvet slip dress, one that you hadn’t worn in a long time. 

“Y/N, this is it, you must wear this!” she hands it over to you and you look at it, smile slowly fading away at the memories coursing through your mind.

It was a gift from him, for your 21st birthday. It was also his last gift.

“I’m sorry Giselle, but I cannot wear this dress” you put it back into the closet.

 “But… why not? It’s the most beautiful dress you have and you look amazing in it” she slightly frowns. 

“That’s exactly why I can’t wear it” you reply and Giselle gives you a sad smile and hugs you softly. 

“I know you miss him, bubs, we all do. But he would never want you to be sad” she states and you wrap your arms around her tight, fully knowing she is right.

He loved seeing you happy, no matter the reason.

“I hate you when you’re all wise and shit” you grunt and she laughs. 

“Now now, we should get ready for the club, the last thing I want is Yeji yelling at me for standing her up” Giselle rolls her eyes playfully and you both scramble to get ready.

You should have refused.

You knew it was a terrible idea, yet you joined them, in hopes to have fun. The club was booming from the loud music, people of all ages either half-drunk or stupid enough to grind on each other on the dance floor. This was already a waste of time and you couldn’t believe you actually got all dressed up just to see this. The thought of watching Netflix back in your room curled up in your blankets crossed your mind. 

Giselle and Yeji, on the other hand, were having the time of their life - They were on the podium next to Changbin, who was excitedly chatting with them. You could spot a group of boys behind him, probably his group of friends who reserved the best spot - the perks of being the DJ of the night, you thought, as you sipped on your Aperol.

If there’s one thing you were actually enjoying, it was your drink.

Your eyes mindlessly drifted around the club again, only to lock eyes with a boy around your age from the familiar loud group. You swore you could feel the intensity from his piercing gaze on your skin. You break off the eye-contact in a split-second, not wanting to seem obnoxious. You really wanted to get out of here.

Why did I agree to this? Why did I dress like that? I shouldn’t have worn heels, dammit-

“Hey.”

Your trail of thoughts is cut short by a smooth voice behind you and to your dismay, you turn around to see the same boy who was looking at you not a while ago. Although the word ‘boy’ definitely fails to describe him.

Short, black hair slicked back with gel showing his undercut, high cheekbones and a jawline sharp enough to cut diamonds, a crimson crushed velvet suit framing his toned body. He was wearing only a vest under the jacket, no undershirt and you could spot the black swirling ink creeping from his collarbones, seemingly in the shape of roses. He screamed danger, everything about him was a red flag.

“I saw you looking earlier.” he muses and you sip your drink. 

“So were you.”you bite back and he smiles.

“It would be rude of me to ignore a beautiful presence here” 

“Is that what you tell every girl you lay your eyes on?”

“Only the interesting ones.”

“So you admit I’m interesting?”

“You’ll get even more interesting if you tell me your name.”

Damn, was he smooth. 

“Y/N.” you give out your hand and he flashes a sultry smirk. 

“Choi San, delighted to make your acquaintance, Y/N.” he takes your hand and presses a soft kiss on the back, giving you a sly wink. 

“An Aperol? You must be a lightweight” he states.

“Not really, just.... not a fan of heavy alcohol” you deadpan. 

“You don’t look like you’re having fun, unlike your friends over there” and he nods over to Yeji and Giselle who now dance with some of San’s friends.

“They dragged me here, I had no intention of coming… here” you grimace and he chuckles. 

“And what if I told you that I can make your night more interesting?” he asks and you raise an eyebrow to his suggestion. 

“And what could you possibly have in mind?” you ask.

“Let’s go to my house and you’ll see” he whispers suggestively and your murderous instincts come out. You start chuckling, running a hand through your hair and swirling your drink with the other. In a split second, you dropped your happy facade and with that, your Aperol on San’s velvet suit. 

He gasps with a laugh as you storm out of the club, your night completely ruined. He turns towards his friends who are left stunned at what happened. Yeji and Giselle rush to catch up with you, heels clicking on the pavement.

“Y/N, wait! Stop running!” Yeji shouts and you turn around to see your friends panting from running. 

“What happened back there?” Giselle asks, visibly worried. 

“What happened is that I should have stayed home and not come to this fucking hellhole!” you yell. 

“Honey, please calm down-”

“Calm down?! Yeji, are you fucking kidding me?! An entitled asshole just tried to take me back to his house, thinking he was some random hook-up!” 

“Y/N, listen to me-”

“No, I’m sorry, but this is too much. I just… I just want to go home” you choke back a sob. Giselle and Yeji look at each other and they nod. “Are you two onto something here?” you ask sheepishly. 

“Nothing serious, just contemplating what we should eat for take out” Giselle smiles and the three of you laugh. 

“Come on, let’s go home” Yeji says and you walk back home with your friends.

“Dude, what the fuck was that?!” Wooyoung wheezes and Haknyeon glares at him. 

“Okay, but seriously, San, what happened?” he asks, but his question falls on deaf ears. 

“San?” Changbin waves his hand in front of San’s face, but without effect. 

“Oh God, he’s broken” Yeonjun facepalms. 

“Y/N, huh….” San mutters as his brain replays your eventful meeting. 

“Did you say something, bro?” Changbin asks and the rest of the boys turn their heads to San. 

“That girl… is really something, isn’t she?” he says with an interested smile. 

“Uh, which one? I danced with at least four” Wooyoung snorts. 

“He’s asking about the girl who turned him down, bitch” Haknyeon smacks Wooyoung and he whines, rubbing his head. 

“Oh, you mean Y/N?” Changbin perks up at the mention of your name. 

“You know her?!” San almost leaps on his friend and he’s taken aback. 

“Y-yeah, she’s friends with a friend of mine from university” Changbin says and San’s eyes light up at the opportunity of seeing you again. San looks at Changbin with puppy eyes, practically begging him and it doesn’t take more than 5 seconds to realize his ulterior motive. 

“No.” 

“But why?!” San whines, “This might be the only chance I’ll ever have!”

“I know, but I cannot let you be ridiculed like that again, bro” Changbin deadpans. 

“Ouch” Yeonjun mumbles and San sends him a death glare. 

“What Bin is trying to say is that he doesn’t want to see his friend getting heartbroken” Haknyeon explains. 

“I don’t care.” San blurts out, “I want to see her.”

“Are you sure about this? I mean it’s easy for-” 

“I said I want to see her” he nearly growls and the boys are taken aback. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this determined before, Sannie” Wooyoung pipes up, “I definitely don’t want to miss this” he smiles in a flamboyant way. 

“Just say that you want to see Yeji again” Yeonjun smirks and Wooyoung grimaces to the black-haired model. 

“Ugh, I have classes tomorrow, but I’mma skip ‘cause there’s no way I’ll be able to wake up” Changbin rubs his temples, “So yeah, if you want to see Y/N, you gotta wait a bit, bro.”

“It’s okay Bin, I can wait...Perhaps it’s better that way” San mutters, already anticipating your future meeting.

Tuesday, 10:30 AM.

“Ugh, finally, this class is over!” Giselle squeals triumphantly and you roll your eyes at her. 

“You love Ancient Greek History so much, don’t you?”

“I don’t hate it, but when it’s a two hour long lecture and I haven’t had a single sip of coffee? No thank you” she laughs. 

“Now that you mention it, wanna stop by the cafeteria?” you ask and Giselle lights up at your suggestion. 

“You are doing me a huge favor right now bestie” she hugs you. 

“I wanna go to the cafeteria too, Jisung sent me a message he’ll be there” you say. 

“Ohhh, so that’s why you want to go… Sneaky bitch” Giselle smirks. 

“How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t see Jisung that way?! He’s just a friend!” you grimace. 

“Yeah yeah, sure thing, Y/N~” she sing-songs. 

A few minutes later, you push the familiar glass door and you see your friend Jisung sitting on a table on his own, headphones connected to his phone, humming an unfamiliar tune. You and Giselle sit down and he cracks a beaming smile once he sees you. 

“Oh! Hi girls, how you doin’?” Jisung asks happily.

“I’ll be fine once I drink coffee” Giselle groans.

“Don’t mind her, we had a two-hour lecture on Ancient Greek History” you explain. 

“Oof, that’s harsh” Jisung grimaces, “But it’s over now and you can enjoy your break time, right?”

“Couldn’t agree more. By the way, why are you here on your own?” Giselle asks.

“Oh, I’m actually waiting for Changbin, he said he’ll drop by with two of his friends” he replies and you exchange questioning glances with your roommate.

“Do you know them?”

“Nope, I’m as clueless as you are” he pouts, “Anyways, I’m going to the counter, three iced americanos?” and both of you nod in unison. 

As soon as Jisung leaves the table, you turn to Giselle, who tries to read  your expression. 

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” you ask. 

“If you’re thinking about the possibility of Changbin’s hot fuckboy gang showing up, the answer is yes” she smirks. 

“You’re happy?!”, you whisper-yell.

“What if that asshole comes here?!” 

“Y/N, calm down, the chances of him showing up here are miniscule. If anything, he looks like the type to hang around fancy places and the university cafeteria is not one of them. Besides, his other friends weren’t so bad, especially Haknyeon, he’s really cute-”

“You think I’m cute?” an unfamiliar voice asks behind you and you turn around to see a very handsome boy around your age, smiling towards a furiously blushing Giselle. 

“Uh, um, I- yes, I think... you’re... cute… I guess” she fiddles with her hair and the pretty boy cracks a beaming smile. 

“You’re really cute too, Giselle”

“You remember me?!” she squeals and you choke back a laugh. 

“Yes, I do, I actually asked you for your social media” he rubs his neck and Giselle gasps in realization. 

“Oh my God, you’re right! I’m so stupid” she facepalms and Haknyeon laughs.

“Don’t worry, it’s okay! Although I don’t remember meeting your friend back in the club” he turns his attention to you. 

“I… left earlier that night, I wasn’t feeling very well. I’m Y/N, by the way, it’s nice to meet you, Haknyeon” you smile sheepishly and his eyes shoot up at your name. 

“No way! It’s you! You’re the girl that-”

“You guys know each other?” Jisung shows up with the iced americanos, Changbin by his side. 

“We sort of met last Thursday at the club I was DJing for” the black haired male pipes up.

”Aw shit, I wish I could have come, bro” Jisung whines while sipping on his coffee.

“Yeah, me too” you mumble, reviving the sour memories. 

“Why do you say that, Y/N? Didn’t you have fun?” he asks. 

“An asshole wanted to take her back to his house and fuck her like some cheap whore” Giselle spits and Haknyeon and Changbin exchange worried glances, knowing full well that within seconds, the quiet cafeteria will most likely turn into a warzone. 

“Can we please not talk about it? The last thing I want right now is to talk about him” you grit through your teeth. 

“And who might that be?”

You freeze in your spot, the familiar voice sending a chill down your spine - not the pleasant kind. You turn your head towards Changbin and behind him stands your worst nightmare in the face of none other than Choi San himself. He locks eyes with you and you swore you saw a strange glint flash momentarily. Giselle was shocked, frozen next to you, Haknyeon and Changbin having regret written all over their faces. Your fight-or-flight instincts kick in and you pick up your bag, rushing out of the door without a word, leaving everyone behind completely baffled. 

“Y/N!” you hear San’s voice call to you and you speed up, not wanting to face him, but to your dismay, he’s fast enough to catch up to you and grab your wrist. 

“What the hell do you want from me?!” you yell and pull back your wrist aggressively. 

“I just want to talk to you! Is that so bad?” he retorts and you scoff. 

"What could I possibly have in common to discuss with the likes of you?" you spit with a venomous tone and San is taken aback by your aggressive tone.

He takes a step closer and pulls you, his breath fanning over your cheeks, too close for comfort. 

"You know nothing about me, so you better not make assumptions about me, sweetheart" and he punctuates the pet name, making your breath hitch. He notices and smirks smugly as he lets you go. 

"For someone who hates people like me, you get way too bothered when I call you that, don't you now, Y/N"

"Of course I get bothered when a scum like you calls me what Yun- calls me that" you correct mid-sentence and San raises a questioning eyebrow, but lets it slide for now. 

“Whatever makes your boat float, love. I just wanted to apologize to you and perhaps start over" he admits and you scoff.

"Yeah, in your dreams, asshole"

"My name is San"

"I don't fucking care" you spit and leave San behind, heading to your dorm. Fate really had a peculiar way of playing with you. 

"San!" Changbin calls his friend, huffing in the meantime. 

"Did you talk to her?"

"Does calling me an asshole count?" San mutters in defeat and Changbin frowns. 

"Is it that bad?"

"Yep. And it doesn't seem like getting any better" he runs his hand through his hair. A chuckle escapes Changbin’s lips and San glares towards his friend. 

“What’s so funny?”

“You said you wanted to get under Y/N’s skin, but so far, it’s the other way around. And you seem to like it, loverboy”

“Shut the fuck up, Bin. And don’t call me loverboy!”

“Yeah, ‘cause you’re so not in love with her.” 

San sends a death glare to his friend and walks back to the cafeteria without a word, leaving Changbin behind, who was rolling his eyes.

Tuesday, 11:00 PM.

You were beyond tired - physically and mentally. The lectures ended around 4 and as soon as you finished, you headed straight to the library and then back to your shared apartment. You had zero energy to deal with anything and anyone - especially after your encounter with San at the cafeteria.

“Could you at least explain what the hell happened back there?” Giselle asks and you try to find the right words to tell her as you fiddle with the hem of your shirt. 

“Remember the guy who followed me after I left the cafeteria?”

“Short black undercut, black v-neck sweater, rose tattoos on his collarbones? Yes, I most certainly do” she replies in full detail and you roll your eyes. 

“That was him”

“Him?”

“The guy who hit on me at the club last Thursday”

“WHAT?!” Giselle squeals from surprise.

“Welcome on planet Earth, enjoy your stay” you mock and she smacks your arm. 

“Okay damn, now I understand why you fled like that”

“Yeah, I still feel horrible about that” you mumble, “I ran without saying a word and left everyone behind thanks to that asshole”

“Handsome asshole-”

“Giselle!”

“Hey, he might be an asshole, but he’s drop dead hot, okay?” she retorts and you groan. 

“Anyways, why was he here?” your roommate asks and you huff. 

“Apparently, he wanted to apologize for his behaviour back in the club and he subtly hinted that he wants a second chance” you explain. 

“Okay, maybe he’s not a complete asshole-”

“He called me sweetheart.”

“Oh no, that’s code red”

“Exactly.”

A few seconds of silence pass and Giselle sits up, facing you. 

“What are you going to do?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you going to give him a second chance?”

“No.”

“You didn’t even think about it!” 

“Exactly, because there’s no way I’m wasting my time with someone like him” you state with certainty. 

“Well, it’s your decision and I respect it. But don’t you dare come to me when you fall for San” she warns. 

“Not happening!” you yell back.

“Thanks for staying tonight Woo” San says to his friend as he brings a blanket and a pillow, placing them on the couch. 

“Don’t even mention it, it’s the least I could do after not keeping my promise to be your wingman” Wooyoung admits with a hint of guilt. 

“Even if you did, I don’t think the situation would have turned out any better” San frowns and his friend’s eyes widen. He then skips to the kitchen, rummaging the cupboards for a few seconds and he returns with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. 

“Really now?”

“Did you really think you would tell me what happened without drinking alcohol?” Wooyoung deadpans. 

“Bro, we’re wearing sweats.”

“Your point being, Sannie?”

“I hate you, Wooyoung”

“I love you too. Now start talking” Wooyoung snickers as he pours the whiskey into the glasses and hands the one to San, clinking them in the process. 

A couple of glasses and an empty whiskey bottle later, Wooyoung is left utterly dumbfounded, still trying to process San’s story. 

“To summarize, you’re telling me that you went to the campus, found Y/N, you tried to apologize and she shut you down?”

“Yep” San replies, punctuating the ‘p’. 

“Damn bro, you are in for a ride with this one”

“I didn’t expect that either, to be honest. But it won’t be long before she falls for me” San takes a sip from his glass. 

“I wouldn’t be so sure, dude. Don’t take this the wrong way, but from what you told me and from Changbin’s info, dear Y/N is not your local fuck-of-the-night girl. Hell, she’s even a History major or something” Wooyoung throws his hands in the air from frustration, all while San is completely frozen in his spot. 

“A history major?”

“Oh please, don’t ask for details, I have half a brain right now” Wooyoung whines, “Can we just… go to sleep for now?”

“Sounds like a good idea”, San agrees.

“Goodnight, San.”

“Goodnight, Wooyoung.”

Later that night.....

Your skin was flushed, a thin layer of sweat covering your body,  his lips creating a symphony of red and purple patterns, a blank canvas now slowly turning into his favorite masterpiece. Your whimpers and airy moans sound like Apollo’s music, if not better. Your hands search for his own, eyes seething with a mixture of lust and need. His name is rolling from your lips like a prayer. 

“San…”

“...San, buddy, wake up! San!”

San lurches forward, drenched in sweat and panting heavily, eyes blown wide. 

“Dude, are you okay?!” Wooyoung puts his hands on San’s shoulders. 

“W-water…” San mutters and the other male runs to the kitchen, returning with a glass full of water a few seconds later. San grabs the glass and downs it in one go, gasping loudly. 

“Was it a nightmare?” Wooyoung asks. 

“N-Not exactly…”, San mutters, “I saw her, Woo.” 

“Her?”

A few seconds of silence pass and Wooyoung realizes who San is referring to.

“You dreamt of Y/N?”

“Yes, I fucking did!” San whines and runs his hands through his black hair anxiously. 

“Bro, calm down, it was just a dream!”

“No, I can’t fucking calm down Woo! This was not supposed to happen!”

“San, you just saw a dream about a girl you l-”

“Don’t you dare complete the sentence” San threatens with a raised finger. 

“Or what? You’ll punish me?” Wooyoung taunts. 

“Now is not the time for jokes,Woo”, San grits and his friend scoffs. 

“Why are you suddenly acting like this? A few days ago you were all puppy eyes to Bin in order to see Y/N again and now you’re in denial? Just admit you’ve fallen in love with her!”

San falls on his knees as the realization hits him like a ton of bricks and he can hear his father’s words echoing in his head.

“Do not fall in love with a human, or else you’ll be banished from Olympus forever.”

“No no no no no no!” he yells, gradually losing his temper, “This should have never happened to me!”

“What do you mean?! It happens to anyone, you idiot, you’re not special!”, Wooyoung yells back. 

“I am special and a human like you could never understand!” San snaps and the two-toned haired male is taken aback by his words.

“What the fuck did you say, Choi San?” he narrows his eyes towards San. 

“No, you motherfucker, you don’t get to be a self-entitled bitch, thinking you’re some sort of god and we’re suddenly lower than you!” Wooyoung growls.

“And what if I am?” San raises a partially mocking eyebrow. 

“What?”

“You heard me, Jung Wooyoung”

“Are you actually saying that you’re...a god?”

“Well, a demigod to be exact-”

“Cut the bullshit, are you drunk or something?!” Wooyoung yells in disbelief

“I cannot get drunk, even if I wanted to” San replies, “You should have noticed that by now.”

Wooyoung looks at San completely baffled, as he tries to understand whether his friend has gone insane or he’s actually telling the truth. However, he can’t help but think back to all the times they went out for drinks with the rest of the boys and every single time, San was the only fully sober one, despite drinking a dangerous amount of alcohol. 

“No, it can’t be… There has to be a logical explanation!” Wooyoung gasps and San goes to the kitchen and brings back a knife and a small bottle of what seems to look like vodka. 

“If the times we went out drinking doesn’t convince you, then this will.” He takes the knife in his hand and creates a cut on his left palm, blood starting to gush from the freshly opened wound. 

“San, are you insane?! Stop-”

“Watch.”

San opens the small vodka bottle and gulps it down instantly. Wooyoung watches as the bleeding cut on his friend’s palm completely heals in front of his eyes and the skin looks as good as new. He stumbles backwards in sheer horror, not being able to fully comprehend the situation at hand. 

“What kind of fucked up sorcery is this…?” he breathes heavily, “What are you?”

San takes a deep breath before explaining everything. 

“I’m a demigod, my father is the God of Wine and Feast, Dionysus and my mother is hu-”

“Get to the fucking point” Wooyoung grits his teeth and San continues. 

“Alcohol is the source of my power - healing, enhanced senses, all of that.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why didn’t you say anything, you asshole?!” Wooyoung yells. 

“I was fucking scared! Did you really think I could just waltz into someone’s life and be like ‘Hi my name is San and I’m a demigod’ as if it was the most normal thing in the world?!” the black-haired man yells back, “You would have run away in the blink of an eye!”

“No you asshole, I would never do that!”

“How can you be so sure about that?!”

“BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT FRIENDS DO! THEY TRUST EACH OTHER!”

“But.. you are my friend, Woo”

“Am I, San? ‘Cause it doesn’t seem like that’s the case any more” Wooyoung picks up his hoodie and throws it over his head haphazardly, picking up his stuff in a hurry, his hand on the doorknob. 

“I don’t intend on snitching you to the rest of the guys… But you better sort out your shit before it’s too late, San.”

And with that, he closes the door behind him, a deafening silence engulfing the living room. A single tear falls on San’s cheek and another one follows.

What have I done?

Wednesday, 6:00 PM.

It has been three weeks since San and Wooyoung had their fight and to San's dismay, it had affected the rest of the boys as well. They had grown distant over the days, with the exception of Haknyeon actually trying to patch up things between the two, even if he didn't know the real reason behind their argument. Yeonjun was too caught up in his own business, his schedule fully packed with photoshoots and Changbin had to catch up with his own classes.

Hence why San is sitting alone in the diner, a bowl of ramen in front of him long abandoned. The last few weeks had been rough on him and it was quite visible on his appearance - his hair covering his forehead, not in the usual slicked back style, a pair of black sweats and a grey hoodie, his outfit being a sheer contrast to his usual style. His eyes had visible bags due to the lack of sleep - partially because of you constantly appearing in his dreams, whether you were just there or underneath him.

As if on cue, he hears the door jingle open and his attention is momentarily on you entering the diner alone, a couple of thick books on your right arm. He couldn't help but stare at you, even your slightly disheveled hair due to the chilly breeze looking prettier than Aphrodite's hair. You place the books on an empty table with a soft thud and sit down, waiting for a waiter to take your order, as you open the books to start your assignments. San hears the short conversation between the waiter and you, his mind wandering, completely missing your surprised look when you spot him across your table. He subconsciously turns his head when he finally meets your frozen gaze and he's left stunned as well. Instinctively, he throws a pair of dollars on the table and rushes out of the diner. 

"Hey, wait!" you yell at him but your plea falls on deaf ears, as San runs on the pavement, making a sharp turn to cross the road ahead. He doesn't even look at the sideways and steps on the road, completely ignoring the incoming truck. Despite the constant honking of the truck driver, San is lost in his own world, not paying attention to the traffic ahead. You watch as the truck inches closer and closer to San in front of your eyes and the painful memories of your boyfriend's death cross your mind. 

No, not again!, your brain screams and in the blink of an eye, your body lurches forward, pulling San back at the last minute and you stumble back on the pavement, your back flat on the ground and San on top of you. It takes him a couple of seconds to realize he’s laying on top of you, your face morphed in a scowl, due to pain and fear. He looks at you with wide eyes and gets up immediately, helping you get up as well. 

“Are you o- Ow!” and he’s cut off by a sharp punch on his chest - your punch, specifically. 

“Are you fucking insane?! What the hell was that for?! You could have been dead by now!” you scream at him, a stray tear running down your cheek out of frustration. 

“I… I.. don’t know…” San admits breathlessly and you drag him back into the diner, away from the slowly forming crowd around you.

Fifteen minutes later, you’re still sitting at the same table with a very much silent San, who is drenched in cold sweat, mostly because this is the closest and most civil encounter the two of you have had so far. You break the awkward silence by exhaling and straightening your posture, as you close your books and divert your attention to the black-haired male in front of you. 

"Genuinely asking: What the fuck was that?" you deadpan and San looks at you with wide eyes. 

"You mean almost getting hit by a truck? 'Cause I most certainly don't know what the fuck was that either" he lets out a nervous laugh. 

"I'm talking about you storming out of the diner as if you saw a ghost"

"Oh, that. Um…" he scratches the back of his neck. 

"Are you stalking me, Choi San?"

"What? No!"

"Then why did you run?"

"Because I got scared!" he blurts out and a hint of red appears on his ears. 

"May I ask why you got scared?" you lean forward. 

"Oh I don't know, maybe because every time we meet, you're on my fucking throat?" he retorts with a braver tone. 

"Oh really? And whose fault is that? Because last time I checked, I wasn't the one who behaved like an asshole!"

"I told you again, I'm sorry about that night! Is it so hard for you to give me a second chance?!" San's tone coming off a bit more pleading than he intended, "Unless…"

"Unless what?" you glare at him.

“Unless you have a boyfriend.”

Oh boy.

You feel your chest tighten, but your pride is better than that and you carry on the conversation. 

"What makes you think I have a boyfriend?"

"I didn't dwell on it much last time, but the way you reacted when I called you sweetheart and how your tongue almost slipped out his name is pretty much enough to explain the situation" San explains, his expression remaining the same. 

“I can’t believe I’m actually discussing this with you” you scoff. 

“And what exactly did you want us to discuss, Y/N?”

“For starters, a ‘thank you’ would be very much appreciated” you sneer. 

“Thank you for saving me, Y/N” San replies dryly, “I’m still wondering about one thing though - if you say you don’t want to be associated with someone like me, why did you save me in the first place?” he adds. 

That previous feeling returns in your chest stronger than before.

“I saved you because I have basic human conscience! I may dislike you, but I would never let you die. Besides, there are people who would actually miss you if you were to die” you state. 

“Then why did you cry when you pulled me back?”

Well shit.

“I… It was out of frustration, obviously! It’s not like I see people running in the middle of the road, about to get hit by a damn truck!” you blurt out, hoping to convince San. 

“I’m not trying to guilt-trip you, Y/N, I just want to know the reason why you saved me. And I have a feeling you aren’t telling me the truth right now” he retorts. You clench your jaw and it doesn’t go unnoticed by San. A shaky breath escapes from your lips and you try to calm yourself down. 

“If it’s something you cannot tell me, I respect that. It wasn’t my intention to make you uncomfortable” he admits with guilt. 

“God, why are you like this?” you huff in annoyance and San tilts his head sideways. 

“What do you mean ‘like this’?”

“Why are you so goddamn honest?”

“I don’t see the reason in lying anyways” San says, his words leaving a bitter aftertaste, as he remembers Wooyoung’s words during their fight. 

“I guess it can’t be helped, huh” you sigh in defeat and take a deep breath before speaking up.

“A while ago you said that I probably have a boyfriend, correct?”

“Yes, I did” 

“Well, that was partially true”

��Partially?”

“Yeah, because he’s still my boyfriend, in a way… Just...not here anymore” you rub your knuckles nervously. It takes San a few seconds to realize the true meaning behind your words and his gaze darkens in a sorrowful way. He makes a move to take your hand in his, in an attempt to comfort you, but as his fingertips brush over your soft skin, an array of images flash before his own eyes, a film of your own memories. 

A tall boy, with pastel blue hair and a smile as bright as the Sun, pulling you by your hand, as you run across a beach, the two of you riding his bike on the streets of Itaewon, eating ice cream together and him giving you your birthday present, a beautiful black velvet dress.

The same dress you wore when you met each other that night.

San felt an unfamiliar, painful sting in his chest, as if Artemis had pierced his heart with one of her golden arrows. 

He was jealous. And he hated it.

"What was his name?" he asks, choking back a sob and you look at him, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. 

"Jeong Yunho" the name of your late boyfriend leaving a bittersweet taste on your lips. 

God, even his name has a sweet ring to it, San thinks and he retracts his hand out of shame. 

"He was on his way to the campus, he woke up late and he was trying to get to class on time. He had taken his bike and he was pedalling through the road. He was always a very careful one, always checking the traffic lights and incoming vehicles. But that one time, that one fucking time - he didn't check. And he got hit by a truck" you sob while unfolding the story in front of San. 

"He was already dead when they brought him to the hospital, he was barely recognizable" you add, tears freely running down your cheeks, your voice now trembling. 

"Do you understand now why I saved you, San?" you ask him and he can't bring himself to form a suitable answer, the words dying in his throat. Instead, he lets his own tears speak as well. 

"I'm sorry, I have to go" you blurt as you wipe your tears with the back of your hand and pick up your stuff in a haste, leaving the diner and San behind. He drops his head between his hands and he notices the book on the table, the same one you were reading before the incident. Shoot, she must have forgotten it when she picked up her stuff. His curiosity gets the better of him and he opens the book, his eyes shooting up in surprise at the contents of the book. 

"Ancient Greek History and Myths?" he says and runs through the pages, carefully reading all your side notes and comments on each page. 

"Damn, she's so fucking smart...Why is she so smart?!" he whines in defeat. Even if he had a clear advantage on the field as a demigod who lived his entire life next to the Olympians themselves, he couldn't help but admire your passion and knowledge on the subject. 

"You really are testing me, aren't you?" San nods to the sky through the window of the diner, most likely picturing his father watching over him with a half amused, half worried smile on his face.

You return to your shared apartment in a pitiful state, eyes red and puffy from crying, your entire body aching from running all the way back home from the diner. You try to wipe them, smoothing over your hair and clothes and making yourself look presentable, not wanting to worry Giselle.

You click the door open and see your roommate laugh with a cute guy on the couch - Haknyeon, to be exact.

"Hey, stop it! You're too fun- Oh, hey Y/N, you're home!" she jumps from the couch and pulls you in a hug. 

"Hey, Gi, hi Haknyeon" you show a tight-lipped smile. She pulls back and studies your face for a few seconds. 

"Baby, is everything okay? You look exhausted."

"Don't worry, I'm okay, just beat up my brain too much" you laugh nervously, but you don't seem to have convinced Giselle. 

"I think I should get going, it's getting kinda late" Haknyeon clears his throat and smiles towards you, noticing the mood change. 

"Wanna walk you down the entrance?" Giselle pouts and the boy laughs, kissing her cheek. 

"No need, honey. Goodnight ladies, I'll see you around" and he waves goodbye, closing the door behind him.

"And now it's you and me" Giselle turns around and looks at you sternly, "You better start talking before I make you"

"...Didn't hide it well, did I?" you admit with guilt and plop down on the couch in defeat. 

"Nope, you're too honest to lie about your mood, Y/N" she smiles softly while rubbing your arm soothingly. 

“I saw San today.”

"What?!" her eyes go wide with shock. 

"He just happened to be at the same place I was studying! He was so shocked when he saw me and he literally ran away" you explain. Your mind goes back to the moment you pulled him away from the road and your hand starts trembling. 

"Y/N? What is going on, why are you trembling? You're scaring me" she holds your hands in hers. Your pent up emotions break free and so do the sobs from your mouth.

"H-He almost got hit by a truck today and I saved him at the last minute. I-I don't know what got into me, I saw him running and it, it…"

"Yes?"

"It was Yunho all over again, Gi. It felt like a deja vu"

"Oh, sweetheart…" Giselle wraps her arms around you and you cling onto her for dear life. Your phone rings abruptly and you see an unfamiliar number calling you. 

“I don’t want to pick it up”, you say. 

“Why not? It could be Yeji calling, her phone could have died from low battery” your roommate replies and you end up picking up the call.

“Hello?”

“Uh, hi, Y/N. It’s San”

“San? How did you find my number?” you ask and Giselle’s ears perk up. 

“I-I got it from Changbin weeks ago”

“You- Nevermind. What is it?”

“Um, you forgot your book on the table when you were picking up your stuff" he says and you rummage through your bag, noticing that your book was indeed missing. 

“Shit, you’re right” you admit, slapping your forehead. 

“I can bring it to you if you want to”

“Uh, um… Can you come tomorrow at 11 AM at the university cafeteria and meet me there?” you ask, trying to push Giselle away, who has been glued to your head for the past minutes. 

“Sure, I’ll be there” San replies. 

“Hey, Y/N?” 

“Yes?”

“Thank you” he says softly and your breath hitches. 

“Good night, San” and you end the call, letting out the breath you were holding.

 “What did he say? Where did he find your number? Are you meeting?! Tell me tell me tell meeeee” Giselle bombards you with questions. 

“I won’t tell you anything until you calm down!” you chastise her. 

“He has my history book, which I fucking forgot, he found my number through Changbin and he’s coming tomorrow at the campus to give me said book” you explain in one go and Giselle gasps.

“Oh my God, a date!”

“SHUT UP, GI!”, you start chasing her around the house, your voices drowning out any other sound.

Sounds, like Haknyeon’s footsteps skipping down the stairs.

“God, please forgive my actions, it’s all for a good cause, I swear” he mutters under his breath, “Make this work and I swear I won’t touch alcohol for the next three months” he prays as he exits the dorm.

Thursday, 11:00 AM.

You check your watch for the time as you wait for San to appear, anxiously bouncing your leg under the table. “Where are you, Choi San…”, you mutter, mindlessly checking your phone. As if on cue, the front door bell jingles, and San comes inside, holding your book in his arms. He spots you and walks over to your table. 

“Hi”

“Hey there. Wanna sit down?” you nod to the seat across you and San slides into the chair. 

“Um, here’s your book” he awkwardly pushes the book to your side. 

“Thanks a lot, you’re a lifesaver” you smile. 

“I could say the same thing for you” San jokes and you snort, his lips twitching in a smile, his attempt to break the ice ending up successful.

“Wow, I actually made you smile, huh” he comments and you look at him with an unreadable expression. 

“Wow, you’re actually not a total asshole, huh” you cross your arms in front of your chest with a smirk. 

“Touché” he fakes a gasp and you laugh. 

“Does that mean you’ve forgiven me about that night?”

“Perhaps. I mean, look, I’ve already saved your life and we’re actually talking without being at each other’s throats” you state and San scoffs lightly, “For real though, if someone saw us, they would either boo us or clown us until we die.”

“Not that you can actually die…” you whisper under your breath. 

“Hm? Did you say something?” San asks you. 

“Oh, I said that Giselle will definitely clown me until I die” you chuckle nervously. 

“Oh, you mean your roommate?” 

“Yeah, her lovingly annoying ass” you roll your eyes. 

“Better not say that in front of Hak, though” San runs his hand through his silky black hair. 

“If you’re trying to say that Haknyeon likes Giselle, there’s no need, because he-”

“He was at your dorm last night?” he completes your sentence. 

“Yeah. Wait, how do you know that?” you raise your eyebrow in question. 

“Uh, we um.... talked before he left his house” he lies awkwardly.

“Oh okay, that makes sense”

You hear a tapping noise close to your head and see Jisung outside of the window, signalling you to come out. 

"Shoot!" you exclaim, as if you just remembered something very important. San looks at your friend, his gut slightly churning. 

"Sorry, San, I gotta go" you say apologetically. 

"No, no! It's okay, don't apologize!" he says with a forced smile. 

"Thanks, San" you smile back and run towards the door. 

"Hey, Y/N!" he calls to you one last time,

"What is it?"

"9:30 PM, Dejà Vu bar, on Saturday!" he says and you look at him with a grin.

 "See you then!" you shout back.

You exit the cafeteria and greet Jisung with a hug and set off together. 

“Hey, what was that?” he asks you and points towards the table you were sitting with San. 

“What are you talking about?” you ask him innocently. 

“Oh come on, Y/N, don’t play dumb with me. I saw you talking with him!” Jisung scoffs, his hands resting on his waist. 

“I was just talking with him, Ji, nothing dangerous….maybe arranging a meet-up with him…” you trail off, lowering your voice and trying to hide your beaming smile.

To your dismay, Jisung heard your entire sentence.

“Excuse me? What did you say? Come again?” he squints his eyes at you, raising his eyebrow simultaneously. 

“Uhh, I said I was just nothing-”

“Not that part, Y/N” he deadpans and you feel cold sweat run down your neck.

 “Okay, fine, I have a date with San on Saturday night!” you blurt out and Jisung scrunches his face in disgust. 

“You..have a date with San…on Saturday night” he repeats. 

“Yep” you confirm, popping the last letter. 

“With the same guy who literally wanted to fuck you at first sight”

“He apologised numerous times!”

“He’s still an asshole, Y/N!”

“I thought so too at first, but he might not be as bad as I thought” you admit, reminiscing about your past encounters with San. 

“I…I just hope you know what you’re doing, Y/N. I don’t want you to get hurt”

Jisung slightly puffs his cheeks, rubbing his neck awkwardly. 

“Thank you, Jisung. I really appreciate you caring about me” you smile softly at him and pull him in a hug. 

“Of course I do, you dumbass. That’s what friends do” he mumbles back, giggling in his embrace. 

“Come on, we have a class to attend”

“...Can we not?” Jisung grins in anticipation.

“Jisung” you deadpan.

“Ugh, fine, you buzzkill” he groans in response, the both of you sprinting towards the class, hoping you wouldn’t be late.

Saturday, 9:00 PM.

You alternate between your closet and the bathroom every two minutes, bringing your hair stylers and makeup supplies, trying to match the hairstyle you want with the makeup. It has been quite a while since the last time you went on a date and you can already feel the panic reach the logical hemisphere of your brain.

“Can you please calm down? It’s just a date!” Yeji crosses her arms in slight annoyance. 

“It’s not just a date, Yeji. It’s my first date in ages!” you yell back from the bathroom, trying to blend your eyeshadow as evenly as you can. 

“She’s right, Yeji. Please show some sympathy” she seemingly coos and you mentally thank her for taking your side. 

“After all,  Y/N just wants to make a good impression on her crush!” she snickers like a demon. 

“You’re lucky I want to look good, or else I would have stabbed you in the eye with this!” you peek your head from the bathroom door, holding the eyeshadow brush in a threatening manner. 

“You’re awfully jittery tonight though, you really need to calm down” Giselle comments in a serious tone, “I don’t think San will feel comfortable if you’re tense”. 

“...You’re right, Gi, but I just can’t help it!” you huff nervously, coming out of the bathroom, your makeup now blended to perfection. 

“How do I look?” you ask, waiting for a positive answer. 

“You look absolutely stunning, Y/N. Lowkey jealous I’m not going on a date without you” Yeji pouts.

“Aww, she’s jealous~” you sing-song and she swats your arm playfully. 

“Okay, but, do I make curls or straighten my hair? Which is best?” you ask again.

“Some light curls would be nice. Here, I’ll help you with them” Yeji volunteers, taking the hair styler in her hands, twirling her finger around and you turn her back to her, throwing your hair back. 

“Thank you.” 

“For what, honey?”

“Everything, Yeji. Helping me, tolerating me” you admit, the warmth of the newly curled hair strands.

“Stop blabbering you idiot, we’re friends, of course we’d help you!” she playfully chastises you and you feel a sudden warmth engulfing your heart, a small smile spreading on your red tinted lips.

“Once again, Yeji is right. We’d help you at any time, Y/N. I even gave you my dress for tonight!” Giselle points out at the burgundy sequined dress, which fits you like a glove, hugging all of your curves perfectly. 

“Speaking of which, are you sure it’s a good idea to wear this?” you mumble and she frowns.

“Well duh? Girl, you look bomb! Besides, he’s gonna love it on ya” she winks and you roll your eyes. You check your watch and gasp once you see that you can’t stall any longer, otherwise you risk standing up San - not the ideal head start.

“Fuck, I gotta go, I’ll be late!” you pick up your stuff in a haste, bidding your friends farewell in a rush, closing the door behind you.

“I really hope they’ll get together in the future” Giselle comments.

“Ditto” Yeji agrees with a nod.

San is adding the finishing touches on his outfit, draping the black oversized blazer on his shoulders, smoothing over a few hair strands that seem a little bit out of place. Picking up his keys and his wallet, he walks out of his apartment, his feet light as a feather, feeling giddy like a school boy.

It feels like a fever dream, going out with you on an actual date - But it’s real and he couldn’t be happier. He’s walking towards his destination with a newfound excitement. He can’t help but imagine how pretty you would look - not that you aren’t naturally pretty, obviously.

His carefree moments stop abruptly when he hears a bunch of whistles directed at him by a suspicious looking group of men, steadily walking towards him.

“Look at this guy, walking all high and mighty” one of the men - most likely the leader of the gang - “Where are you off to, pretty boy?”

“None of your business” San spits back and carries on, but two of the guys block his way and he falls on them.

“I wouldn’t do that if I was you, kid” the man towers over San and he punches him in the guts from behind, stumbling forward as the other two men land harsh punches on his face and chest, knocking him down on the concrete.

San manages to land a kick on the leader’s shins and make him lose his balance, yet it’s futile, because one of his lackeys pulls out a switchblade, stabbing him in the abdomen twice, without mercy in a heated moment, streams of blood flowing from his newfound wounds. San is screaming in pain, clutching his stomach to stop the blood flow, but to no avail.

“Shit, let’s get the fuck out of here!” the men yell and make a run for their money, leaving the young demigod laying on the forming pool of his own blood.

“F-Fuck…” San groans in pain, barely able to move. He can’t even muster the strength to yell for help, let alone move to a nearby shop to ask for help.

Suddenly, his phone rings and he struggles to pull it out of his pocket, his fingers leaving blood stains on the screen as he manages to read Wooyoung’s contact name and number and accept the incoming call.

“W-Woo-”

“Hey San - What’s wrong? Are you okay?” the man on the other end of the line worriedly asks.

“I g-got stabbed…On the way to D-Deja Vu bar, fuck” San barely replies

“Stay fucking put, San, don’t move!” Wooyoung screams on the other end of the line, “Where are you exactly?!”

“The alleyway…next to the apartment block I live in”

“Fuck…Try to call an ambulance until I get there, just stay the fuck alive, Choi!” he hangs up and San cries out in pain, dragging his fingertips on the screen to call an ambulance.

“Gods, please don’t give up on me yet.”

Saturday, 10:15 pm.

You’ve officially been stood up by San. 

You’re angry as fuck, cold as fuck and feel stupid as fuck because you actually believed he would show up and you would have an actual date with him.

"I'm such a fucking idiot" you huff in annoyance, as you close your phone, your tenth call to San remaining unanswered, along with a bunch of your messages. You turn on your heel to walk towards the dorms when your phone rings again and you slide your finger across the screen to accept the call without checking who it is, purely out of frustration.

"Choi San, I swear to fucking God-"

"Y/N? Is that you?" 

You suddenly realize that it isn't San calling - It's Wooyoung.

"Wooyoung? What- What's up?"

"Fuck, how do I say this…"

"With your own words, for starters" you retort with an annoyed tone, your arms crossed in front of your chest.

"Shit, now's not the time for jokes, Y/N - I'm with San-"

"Oh really? You better tell him to fuck off-"

"He got stabbed."

Your blood runs cold when you hear Wooyoung say those exact words, eyes widening in fear.

"What…did you say?"

"He was on his way to the bar to meet up with you…And he got attacked by some strangers and they stabbed him, probably tried to rob him and he resisted….Fuck, Y/N, he was calling your fucking name when the ambulance took him" the man nearly sobs from the other end of the line.

"Where…Where are you now?" you thread your hand in your hair, pulling at the roots out of frustration and anxiety, tears starting to form on your eyes.

"The National University Hospital."

"Stay where you are, Wooyoung, I'm coming over." you end the call and search through for a taxi number, calling it and hoping they will get here fast - But nobody picks up.

"Fuck!" you yell and slam your phone in your bag, feeling utterly helpless.

"I'll just fucking run there, damnit" you curse and take off your heels, clutching them in your hand as you start running like a crazy woman on the street, the passersby people looking at you in shock. But you don't give a shit about it.

You lost someone once - but you won't lose anyone else, ever again.

[lostcauses-noregrets]

I'm pretty dissatisfied with the way they animated Erwin? The nose and jaw just don't seem right :( Where's Erwin's strong jawline and sexy nose?

Yeah, I’ve seen a few complaints on twitter including; his profile isn’t right, MAPPAs style is too “round” to do justice to Erwin’s strong angular face, the sparkle in his eye is missing.  However, pretty much everyone seems to agree that regardless of what he looked like, Daisuke Ono put so much softness and emotion into Erwin’s lines that it more than made up for what the animation lacked.  Of course the fandom immediately took it upon themselves to "correct" this scene and I've already seen a million redraws of this cap, many of which are amazing. Personally speaking I was just over the moon to see Erwin again and to hear his voice.

Although I hate to be critical of MAPPA, who are doing an incredible job of animating the final arcs of the series, I have to confess that WIT will always own my heart.  Season 3 Erwin will never be surpassed.  He was magnificent. 

I’m wavering a bit with Levi.  I’ve always loved WIT Levi, and it's taken me a while to warm up to MAPPA Levi. Something about the way MAPPA draw his nose never looks quite right to me. He looks amazing in the latest episode though. I still haven’t seen the full episode but the caps of Levi on the plane are already breaking my heart. 

[pandorafallz]

Vampire AU | Hometree

The trip through the jungle was long, Jerome wasn’t kidding about that. It burned his lungs a little with the pace they were set though it was hard to keep track of their route as the plants and bioluminescent life seemed to blur into one.

But, up in the distance, it became clear to see the grand scale of the Na’vi village though he knew it would be massive; he had seen the holograph but seeing it in front of him now…the holo didn’t give it justice in the grand scale of this landmark. Massive and…certainly a presence. He was awed for a moment before they were pushed on into its roots and onwards. Tsu’tey seemed to run ahead, probably to get to the leader first before they did.

Lots of faces seemed to draw around them; no doubt curious from the site of him just in his shorts and the little human by his legs. From young children to ones withered with age though he felt a loss at keeping track of how many before he realised that they were heading towards a spiral; the core of the tree. It looked amazing; to see the internal structures that held the tree up and yet still have space to live in. If this was Earth; the gravity would have made it impossible for a tree of this size to have such an open core.

The inside was lit with a distant fire, but mostly there were blue lanterns that were about intermittently; spreading a blue light across the shadows. At the spiral, there was a skeleton totem but also, it looked like the leader of this clan close by. He was a tall, thin male dressed in a highly feathered shoulder piece, a necklace of sharp claws and a headdress that held a leaf-like décor to his forehead. His face was sharp and highly defined by his cheekbones, and slim jawline, though he looked to be wearing a frown so Jake wasn’t sure if that was the man’s resting face or if their presence really was that much of a distaste.

Neytiri stopped them a little bit away from the spiral and approached him, who Jake assumed was her father. Nadine moved straight to his leg and regained her grip on his tail for a sense of security; she was so damn small now. Jerome stayed on Nadine’s other side, arms folded across his chest looking very stern. He wasn’t happy about being here.

Neytiri spoke to the chief directly, gesturing towards them as she spoke, though Jake noticed mostly to him than the others.

The chief seemed to scoff a little, speaking back with very little warmth.

“What’s going on?” Jake asked.

“Neytiri’s telling Eytukan that you left the RDA by choice, the signs of Eywa and that you’re part of our camp.” Jerome filled in quietly.

Neytiri clicked her tongue at the avatar sharply. “It is more than just that. Sky people do not leave by choice.” She replied, “You are the first for that and your…friend.” Her eyes flickered down to Nadine.

However, before the conversation could progress, another voice called out. From the spiral descended a woman with a red beaded shawl and a hair decoration that hung down pat her chin though most noticeably, her queue was braided down both sides to meet at her stomach as one. Her voice was sharp but held power with how she spoke and how her intelligent eyes were fixated upon them. Flickering down to Nadine with a purse to her lips.

Neytiri began to speak again to her, repeating if a little before turning to speak to him. “This is mother, Tsahìk. The one who interprets the will of Eywa.”

Jake nodded; he had heard a lot of this Eywa; N’deh was the one with clear spiritual connections and the two avatar scientists had respect and an understanding; claiming that they became believers after their transfer. Jake didn’t know if he was willing to believe but he wasn’t about to dismiss the notion if two scientists like Jerome and Kim bought into it and… well how they wound up in their avatars was a big question.

He watched as the woman approached, getting close then reached out, touching lightly over his queue then his tail; pulling that out of Nadine’s hands before her attention turned down to the human. Nadine shrunk back a little as the woman tugged the woman’s metallic arm up, twisted the arm for a brief view then let go. Nadine pulled her arm back with a scowl.

A sharp jab with the thorn pulled Jake’s attention back. “Ow.”

She wasn’t looking phased, instead, she just licked the end of the thorn thoughtfully.

“What are you called?” She asked in English, her accent thick.

“Jake Sully, this is Nadine Reza.” Nodding down to her as he spoke.

“My daughter said you left the Sky people. You were not left behind. Why?”

Jake exhaled deeply. “Did you want a brief summary or a whole story?”

 “I need to sit.” Nadine didn’t wait, just going for it though Neytiri gave a displeased hiss. “Hey, either I sit down or I fall down. My leg’s power is about to go.” Nadine casually peeled off the side of her leg panel then the little LED that was blinking red turned off as she set the leg into stand-by to preserve what little power it had then simply sat back, her neck craning

“We are not going anywhere.” The Tsahìk spoke, eying the woman’s leg for a moment.

“Okay, it’s a long story but it starts… in my world. I don’t know how much you know about Earth but…to be it one way, it’s a mess. Overpopulated, not a lot of food or shelter, very little nature and death rates are high. Earth is desperate but…desperation leads to poor choices. Your world is known worldwide and the only way humans can come is if they’re either a scientist to study your world to see if your plants could help restore Earth’s ecosystem, or if you’re warriors; to protect the human settlement, or lastly, labour workers to collect minerals to sustains Earth’s technology that we’re dependant on. My…brother, my twin…my other half, was a scientist. He was the one who was meant to come here and study. He even had this body made for him.” Jake paused a little, his hand coming to his chest, “A week before he was meant to come, he gets attacked. Killed.” He voice thickened a little. Nadine’s human hand touched at his ankle.

“He hadn’t been dead for more than three hours before the RDA offered me his place. Not buried or put through funeral preparations. Literally at his body’s bedside when they offered me the place. His…contract. His blue body. His death was an inconvenience to them. These bodies are costly and to lose a driver like him meant much investment was lost; they offered it to me than lose since biologically, I can match to his avatar.” Jake sucked in a shallow breath. However, he considered how to explain avatars if they didn’t know or care for the scientific terms so he opted for a more basic approach. “These bodies are…made from human and Na’vi material; the human side has to match the driver’s material. We can’t use other bodies made from other people. Like… Augustine’s body; I can’t operate that because it wasn’t made from my material. But, as a twin, me and him share the same material. No one else would be able to use it, so that was why I was offered to go otherwise they would have been forced to terminate this body. I couldn’t let that happen; it’s the last living piece of my brother and I couldn’t let them kill him entirely.”

“As I said, the RDA didn’t care that he was dead, they just wanted a replacement and… I wasn’t going to let them turn me into another tool for their gain given that they have planned for you and this…huge tree. I gave some time to see what life was like at the RDA base when I got here. If they were worth it or not and… it wasn’t. Ripping up this world for its resources… I didn’t want any part of that. I just…wanted to live in peace, maybe have a fruitful life out and away from the cold base of concrete. Away from their apathy, desperation and thoughtlessness. Away from their monsters.”

Nadine pinched his ankle warningly, his tail slapped her mask in retaliation.

“You?” the Tsahìk turned to Nadine, though bent down to be closer to the human.

Nadine huffed out. “Like Jake, I’m a soldier. A warrior. I only got here because my twin sister is a scientist who works here vouched for me to have a place after the war that cost me my leg. I was...in a bad place in my mind. I thought coming here would…show me some more compassion and…find unity in a team. Three years, I’ve been here and…there was none of that. Soldiers here had little way in that; they thought my losses were a burden.” She flexed her synthetic fingers up “I lost my arm here on my first week due to one of your animals, a viperwolf, with an infection that affected the tissues.”

“Nantang,” Neytiri spoke though her brow pulled in. “They don’t tend to leave injuries like that.”

“This one was rabid and…alone. Not in a pack. The animal was shot and studied to find out that out.” Nadine’s nose wrinkled. “Its bite caused necrosis of the muscles. That’s where the flesh and tissue die. There’s no reversing or healing that so…amputation is the only way to survive that. I was….piped up on drugs in la-la land but my sister was the one deciding over my medical decision when I couldn’t. She gave consent for joint reconstruction and a synthetic replacement. If I was to get an organic one, flesh, then I had to go back to Earth.”

“Synthetic is still… not cheap.” Jake winced, “How did they still not send you back?”

“My entire 6-year paycheck went into this arm.”

“Oh.”

Nadine just nodded, “I wasn’t allowed to extend my contract any longer. No other compensation payment for my injury either. I chose to move from being a warrior to becoming a pilot to be in a better, less toxic environment. Nothing changed until I saw Jake and what he wanted to do. Out was better than returning back to Earth. Nothing for me would have changed on that planet and the chances there, I would have been forced to live under a bridge until someone tries to cut my synthetic limbs off to sell and leave me for dead.” Her tone got a little light, her eyes far away but he felt a growing welt of concern for her.

“Hey, you know that there’s places for vets.”

“Like how they cared for you after you lost your legs, Jake.” Nadine gave him a look, looking rather ferocious despite barely coming to his mid-calf seated down on the dirt floor. “Vets are only honoured for dying in war, not for living through it. They could have fixed your spine but they didn’t. They barely even paid for your chair; that’s not care. You know, Tommy had to force the doctors by threatening them with medical malpractice charges which then gave you your PT training in how to live and survive in a wheelchair. A good wheelchair.” Nadine spoke, “he even used the same trick to get me my leg.”

“Oh…” Jake’s ears had flatted a bit though he blinked away his tears a little bit. He had no idea that…Tommy had even done that. He…had been in a bad spot after; being on drugs, the devastation and loss… he hadn’t thought…Tommy would do that.

Nadine turned her attention back to the Tsahìk who had remained quiet through their exchange though looked carefully composed though Jake wondered, for a moment what she was even thinking.

“We were treated like shit. Disposable after use and replaceable. Everyone on the RDA can be replaced if Selfridge, the guy running the place, thinks that they’re not running with his ideals or following the rules. The people you know in the science groups, to a major degree they do science but they won’t help you as much as they want to. They can’t. If they’re caught trying to help you against the RDA’s mission, then they’ll cut them out. Send them home and justice trial them for treason.”

That caught the Tsahìk’s attention a little, her ears twitching, her eyes narrowing a fraction.

“That would have happened to me and my mate,” Jerome spoke for the first time. “If we were caught. Instead, we were shot out of the sky and crashed which led to injuries that our human forms succumbed to. They’re willing to kill to keep people in line and following orders.”

“Why should we stay and endure that?” Nadine questioned, “I mean…if the choice between living in the forest with high chancing of both living with freedom and possibly being eaten or… living in a cold cage, tearing up a beautiful planet and then getting shipped back to a dead plant…. What’d you choose?”

The Tsahìk rose a hand to a pause, rising up fully with consideration before she turned back to her…husband? He was sure N’deh had mentioned the Tsahìk was often the mate of the clan leader.

“You…mention plans for our home? The sky people?” Neytiri caught, her ears perking up.

“Yes, they want this land you are living on.” Jake clarified, feeling a little happy to actually tell these people of the impending doom. “The metal ores under this tree is…a massive deposit and the closets. They think that they can get you to move out and they’ll try and use the science groups to do it without bloodshed.”

Tsu’tey let out a displeased hiss. “We will not let them take our home!” his hand hovered very close to his knife, The clan leader though stopped him from pulling it out with a few words.

“I know their strategies, I stole a lot of information regarding the overall plan and I can help, if that’ll be enough for you to…let us live in peace back at camp. I can show you their route, their air strike and weapons..”

“We do not need Sky people's help! We will defend our home in our own way. We do not need the help of spies.” Tsu’tey responded. “We cannot trust him.”

Jake raised an eyebrow at the warrior though snorted at him, pissing the guy off a little more. “You live in a flammable tree. Sky people wield fire. I was assured by the guy who runs the weapons side that they do have the power to destroy this tree. You don’t have to believe me, but you have three months to find out if I’m lying or not. It’s up to you.”

The Tsahìk spoke sharply in her native language, directly to her husband. Neytiri added in though there was no mistake in the unease as they conversed.

Jake spared a look to Jerome for a translation who shrugged but clearly let the group have a more private talk. Jake sighed out in annoyance. Nadine pinched his ankle again.

After a few minutes, the Tsahìk turned back to them, or more pointedly, to Jake.

“You wish to live with Jeromeepstein on our land, we can allow that to continue by re-invoking our previous arrangement with have with their camp; You come to Hometree to learn our ways and life skills in how to live in our world respectfully and we can give you more…protection from the Sky people. We must learn how to defend our home with you.”

Jerome sighed quietly, almost annoyed but Jake opted not to take that response by heart—this was clearly a personal annoyance.

He was sure he was learning fast with the Na’vi they had at camp but… he supposed there was some benefit to this agreement; more people to learn from. It would be unwise to make enemies with the clan; if they were willing to hear him out, then he should try to get them to understand humans more as well...

There were certainly a lot of issues involved already so… he had a job to do for the least amount of friction; he was new after all and a lot more forgiveness there.

“Just me or the others as well?” Jake clarified.

“The others, as they are also part of the camp. Perhaps not all at once but at least half. Your… Dreamwalker, we would prefer to be used every other visit; I want to see you honestly.”

Jake’s mouth dried a little. “I cannot use my legs in my sky-person form. I won’t be much use in active work unless with my hands.”

“There is plenty to do without the need for legs.” The Tsahìk responded with, “Your hands will be small, and will find easy tasks.”

“We will need to discuss this with the rest of our camp.” Jerome finally spoke, “Despite my personal feelings, it’s a wise choice to accept the offer, Jake.” He looked at Jake as he spoke.

Jake nodded, “Okay. I accept.”

The clan leader nodded, “You will start tomorrow morning. My daughter will take you home.” He spoke finally in English with a clear sign of dismissal for them.

Tsu’tey began to speak rapidly with a few others to him but Neytiri clicked her tongue to get moving. Jake pulled Nadine up into his arms and opted to carry her out as they were led towards what looked like massive horses of sorts.

-

“Jerome!” Kim had been awake and anxiously waiting by the time they returned back to camp. The man jumped off the pa’li, as Jake had learned on the way back, and ran straight to her. She dove into his arms, pulling him into a kiss. “Where did you go?!” She demanded as soon as they broke apart.

Jerome slipped his arms around her. “We got…pulled aside. The Omatikaya noticed the expansion.”

Kim’s eyes narrowed, turning past his shoulder to see both him and Nadine on one pa’li and Neytiri on the other. “Oh.” Her tone soured up considerably.

Neytiri cocked her head to the side at the change in mood. “You do not sound pleased.”

“Why would I? You abandoned us.” Kim hissed.

“My love, hear me out, okay?”

Kim glared at her husband. “It’s not worth it… We can’t let them do this to us again.”

Jake slipped off the Pa’li, gently setting Nadine down who kicked her leg back into life. Nadine just walked past the two avatars without a backwards look and straight to their shack.

“Please, I already agreed.”

Kim hissed immediately out, baring her teeth. “You should not have done that! They abandoned us! Left us and blamed us for what happened at the damn school…regardless that we did nothing to them, regardless that we had no contact for over a year with humans outside of Morgan’s arrival. They knew we lost our lives to sky people once and yet we’re all ‘the same sky-people’ when it’s convenient for them!” She looked damn near frothing at the mouth, glaring down at Neytiri who looked shocked at the woman’s hostility.

“Ma Kim, I know you’re furious but think of the baby!” he reached down to her belly, “they’ll need kids their age to play with when they’re bigger. A Tsahìk to make sure they’re born and remain healthy. We are not familiar with Na’vi births and…it’s not fair to withhold what our child will need. If things go south another time, if the Omatikaya abandon us again, then we can leave this land altogether. Let’s just…see how this goes.”

The anger in Kim’s body diffused a little, but her hands joined her mates on her belly. “Fine. For our baby’s sake.” But she turned sharply around then up into the Mauri. Jerome looked like he was considering sleeping on the forest floor before he hurried after her.

Jake stood watching for a moment then sighed deeply. “Tomorrow's going to be….interesting.” He chuckled nervously.

“Why is she mad?” Neytiri looked genuinely confused.

Jake looked at her sharply, surprised. “You… From what it sounds like…it sounds like your clan exiling them after what happened at the school is a personal betrayal for shit they didn’t do. Humans don’t respond well to betrayals or being blamed for stuff they personally are not responsible for and the fact you’re opening up options again after years of isolation feels like salt in the wound.” Jake explained. “It hurts.”

Neytiri frowned though more carefully considerate. “That is…a huge response.”

“Neytiri….they died once for your people. They suffered and needed help in their new lives to show them a way to live with nature and…Eywa. They lost that. Humans don’t open their hearts often and on Earth, it’s not possible without someone taking advantage of kindness. We…hide our hearts to keep ourselves from pain. They must have shown you their heart when they were reborn. Why show it again when the chances of getting it hurt again are so high?” Jake was getting mushy with his explanation but…well she needed to at least…understand why they were angry. “A deep wound was opened. Good night.”

-

Jake left Neytiri standing there, heading up the beautiful netting and fabric walkways between the trees to the smallest mauri; his avatar storage and lay back, exhaling out as he finally unlinked.

Jake opened his eyes to the inside of his link bed, staying like that for a long moment before he pushed the lid up, letting itself go up the rest of its way before begrudgingly moving his stiff body out and into his chair and pushing onwards towards the kitchen.

Nadine had her leg charging up as she opened up two leaf wraps then set them onto plates and moved one to him when he got to the table. The microwave looked to be boiling some water for what was remaining of their hot chocolate supply. Sad days indeed.

“Do we tell them?” Nadine asked after a moment, stirring through the dried milk with a fork to get any lumps out first before the machine dinged and she began to add in the powder and stirred to rejuvenate it back into liquid form.

One of their few supplies that Jake was glad for that this shack had was the dried milk powder he had found: it was good for a long fucking while and the dates were known to be guidelines after all. He was sure the RDA had that for the sole purpose of being able to enjoy a milk-based product safely given normal milk only lasted 6 months frozen. He assumed the group that had been here loved milk given the size of the untouched bag was 25kg.  Jake had since filled up a small tub of milk power and put the rest back into proper storage for now.

Jake paused at the question. “Not…the scientists. Not yet.” He knew they’d be sceptic about that; they had no definitive proof with them but their word. “The Na’vi….we should.”

Nadine sighed deeply. “Would they believe us?”

“It doesn’t matter if they do or don’t. It’s their choice but…we’re not the worse things on this planet if vampires are here. They…don’t know the dangers. They have a right to know and a right to investigate what roams their planet. Vampires most likely can’t actually leave Pandora, Nadine.”

Nadine poured the hot milk into the two cups. “I know…”

It was a fact Jake had realised; if one had come and not fully turned then it made sense that that was why they were still a secret to the human population. Vampires may not even be able to be put into cryo and if not, they wouldn’t survive long without blood; all their meals in tubes and pumped with drugs.

Hardly a comfort but it made an interesting thought of consideration; what excuses would they have to remain here unless some had found permanent places here, like Augustine?

They probably had no idea she had died and turned into a monster. That wasn’t going to be a fun explanation but…well, there was no point in any of them endangering themselves to reconnect with a woman they thought was alive and non-threatening.

“I’ll explain it simply but then explain that the other humans would be sceptical given they’re still believed a mythical species.” Jake decided, “I’ll need to get some information on some myths and legends. I should have a few on my data banks.”

“I’ll get the tablets sorted for tomorrow for you ready. Including the dozer’s manuals as well.”

Jake nodded, using his fingers to eat the collection of food Kim had cooked for their supper, his stomach and tastebuds thanking him happily for each bite before the hot chocolate was set down.

“Thank you.”

Nadine just nodded, settling back to start eating herself. “Can you get out those seeds again? I was wondering if we could plant some under camp?”

Jake looked at her for a moment. “What seeds were you thinking?”

“Pumpkins, tomatoes, watermelon and…strawberries. Savoury and sweet options” Nadine spoke, “those are safe for Na’vi and avatars as well and Morgan mentioned missing some Earth fruits, not that he had much before except the dried shit. We still have some of the science equipment so I can get them germinating tomorrow and then throw them into the ground. If the plants around here thrive and grow like weeds, maybe the earth ones might as well?”

“I suppose.” Jake considered. He never had proper fruit or veg; why not put his brother’s collection to use? Grow something from Earth on a alien world… he’d actually eat proper, human fruits and veg…better food than the shit slop that the RDA even had. Yep, definitely a good use of the plants. Should he make the effort to drop off the empty scraps, like the pumpkin cases to rub it in their faces?

A very tempting thought.

Nadine tirdley went to bed once she was done, taking off her arm and leg to rest and charge.

Jake washed up after, setting everything to dry and wheeled over to his bag and pulled out his brother’s ashes then the jewellery box then set them both down on the table. It felt…a little wrong to not do this without Tommy so… in spirit and in ash, this was the next best.

He unclipped the box and sprinkled out the bags, going back through, putting away some he knew wasn’t it until he found the four and set them aside for Nadine.

The last bag he was about to put away pulled his attention. A small baggy of what looked very similar to apple pips. But lighter in shade but…Jake found himself staring at the seeds in almost disbelief at the icon it had on the front.

A very…familiar shape.

“Oh…my fucking….god!” Jake gaped, almost laughing. Of all people to suspect….of all people to…have this seed….this plant potential at their fingertips…

“What?” Nadine sat up.

“We have weed!” he held up the bag like it was pure gold. This was hard to get, even on Earth; barely good places to grow them.

Nadine’s jaw dropped, eyes going wide before she almost scrambled out of bed, regardless of her missing limbs, both clambering and hopping towards them.

“Let me hug his ashes! Let me hug your brilliant, beautifully-minded big brother!”

Still in shock and disbelief at the discovery, Jake allowed her to do that; though not lifting the seed box off the table, she threw herself into the open chair then slipped her arm around and hugged it to her chest.

“Thank you for this wonderful gift! Every puff will be loved and cherished!” she rested her head down, stroking the top almost lovingly.

“You okay?” he was surprised at how excited she was.

Nadine nodded. “The phantom pains…Weed helps. It’ll be nice not to keep hurting.” She looked a little choked up.

A flood of understanding flooded through him. Oh. He had forgotten a little how much pain she must have been in; therapy only went so far and her high tolerance was another. Wouldn’t be easy but…he supposed getting medical cannabis was hard to get on Pandora.

“Did you have weed earlier?” he remembered seeing the stick in her prosthesis last week before they bailed.

“The ones at the RDA are shit and marginally works but it’s…not grown properly. Most likely brought from Earth as contraband by one of the new guys. You can tell.” Nadine sighed dreamily at the seeds. “I’ll get the seeds ready…I can sleep later.” She released Tommy back to Jake, hopping back to get her arm and leg.

Jake smiled softly, pulling Tommy’s box back to him, rubbing the top fondly though he felt a welt of sadness overtake him. Tommy never would get to taste the goods of his efforts here.

[trahns]

there’s something about having to work around children.     not literal children of course      :     but manchildren.   it was worse than working with actual kids,   because you could just give them a lollipop or a scalpel and they’d be on their merry way!   who cared if they got a little hurt in the process with those dangerous lollipops?         but manchildren    ....    they were a paradox!   something something broken bone,     something something aching liver,      something something my heart’s stopped!       okay,    maybe they actually didn’t get to speak of their heart stopping,    but saying they did was a little funny.    didn’t make them dying any less annoying,   though.          sigh!         it took all the patience in the world    :     but luckily the doktor had it.    there’s a reason patience sounds like patients!    what’s a doktor without patience and a little bit of madness?        (        with some hidden skeletons in his closet?     a no-body,   that’s who!         )

medic was no nobody.   he was the greatest doktor there was,    and had a lot of bodies in his closet!      :      but that doesn’t mean he didn’t get annoyed with his colleagues.   scout was the first to arrive for him asking for his aid.     “   medic,   medic,   my arm!  it’s freakin’ broken!  pyro was pushin’ me too hard and look at me,   doc!    “     scout was the worst manchild of them all.   constantly whining about something being broken!    the doktor had contemplated replaced his bones with metal,    that way it wouldn’t break!    if it wasn’t that,   it was about him craving attention.   medic doesn’t have to ponder if it’s because he didn’t have a father figure     :      he already knew that was fact.   did his seven brothers not teach him a thing about being a man while his mother taught him to be a child?   the man sighed,   looking at scout’s arm.     “     it’s not broken.  just fractured.  go back to playing.   “      finally,   with that,   he was alone again.

that was the first in-convince of the day.     the second was the man crowned for the most second manchild,    soldier.   though it’s argued amongst himself that maybe that title would go the heavy    :    everytime he remembers that he’s actually a smart man.   just gets way into it during battle!    medic found that fascinating     ....    how someone could just get rid of their genius like that?    you can’t fix stupid,   that was obvious with solider.   the doktor wondered most about solider,    the way the “amazing” soldier was still alive.   well,   that wasn’t that much of a wonder,   soldier was alive because of medic!   oh,   medic is truly his savior,   his god!   though he hated soldier for his stupdiness,   he also favored him for that reason as well.    “   MEDIC!  MY LEG HAS BLOWN UP UNEXPECTEDLY.   “     no worries!   a bit of kritzkrieg would do him justice!      finally,   with that,   he was alone once more.

it was endless.    after soldier,   it was demoman,   then pyro,   then heavy,  then scout and pyro,  and then   ...   he doesn’t remember.   the doktor knows it wasn’t spy who had visited him at all today     :     because when spy comes in,   he recognizes it as the first face he hasn’t seen today.   bloodied gloves frolicking inside of a stranger as he worked on a new prototype for the team,   the team he obviously cared so much about.   if i hated you asshats,   then why do i work my ass off for you?!   it was apparent that he was a bit exhausted,   which probably prompted spy to kiss along his jawline.       ❛       zis is unprofezional,       ❜       he’d murmur,   closing his eyes as he relaxed.   though spy was an evil man,    at times he had the most comforting touch in the world.         ❛       i'll allow it zis one time,       ❜         i want you to keep kissing me.    could you blame the medic?    perhaps he was greedy for yearning for more of spy’s warm touch.   perhaps he was considering this as his reward for being patient all day.    perhaps he was mad for yearning for spy to comfort him.        but he is a doktor,   after all.

5. jawline kisses / spy @ medic        /       @unhauntings

[respondedinkind]

Part of Khan had never expected to ever feel this happy; Back where he comes from, happiness is defined in a much different way. It never includes love or some kind of marriage - just as his powerful mind was only ever expected to kill rather than to connect.

But here he is now, connected to a man he wants to spend the rest of his life with - connected in all possible ways, including the human marriage as well as the bond of their minds. Khan wouldn't want to have it any other way, is so unbelievably happy that he doesn't even know how to describe it... or if the word 'happy' really can make that feeling he experiences justice anymore.

It doesn't matter - because he knows that Stephen is very well aware of how he feels, just as he can, in return, tell how the sorcerer feels as well. They are both over the moon, both excited for all of this - the honeymoon and their future together - and Khan lets out a soft, slightly shuddering breath as he curls his own arms around his husband's neck in a loving embrace.

He himself doesn't mind about their similar features anymore. To him, Stephen looks wildly different - like... well, Stephen. Utterly handsome.

"---What else could I ever need?", he asks, smirking, as Khan continues to press some more kisses along his partner's cheek, his jawline, up to the shell of his ear. "I have you, after all."

The water surrounding them sloshes gently with the movements of the waves, hugging both their bodies; It feels amazing, and the air smells so nice and fresh... Khan has always wanted to go to a beach, to experience what it feels like to be able to just enjoy it - and here he is now, allowed to stay for an entire week. He feels so, so blessed. "---Thank you. For... everything."

Once his husband's hand is in his own, Stephen squeezes his fingers around them and smiles as he feels those plush lips press a kiss to his cheekbone. He hummed at the touch, his other hand sliding across the side of Khan's neck, pulling him closer.

Stephen knew Khan was extremely happy. He could feel it through the bond, how happy he was and how much he loved Stephen. He loved him so fucking much and knew he couldn't last a day without Khan by his side. He was glad the guests didn't point out their similar features, as it was not quite a thing anymore due to how long they had been together now.

The fateful day they met, the day that Khan crash-landed on Earth and came into Stephen's life was still fresh in his mind.

It was the day that changed his life forever.

"Will this place be to your liking for the week? I can always add in a few more things if you want them." Stephen said, lips pressing against Khan's temple lovingly.

[serenityslab]

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[planeteroticaaa]

content warnings ! : rockstar!eren yeager x fem reader explicit content, vulgar language, exes fucking, blowjob, oral (f & m receiving), couch sex, porn with plot, pet names; baby, doll, etc, unprotected sex, creampie, p in v. 17+ ! summary ! : you end up at one of your ex boyfriend's concerts for you best friend's birthday, not realizing just how much you missed him until you saw him perform on stage again. word count ! : 4500+

"never thought you'd be here again did ya?" your best friend glanced over and asked, shouting over the music. you stared at the stage in awe, the two of you so close to the band you could almost feel the heat radiating off their bodies. she was right, you seriously didn't think you'd ever be here again; front row to his show, feeling the bass of the music under your skin. you weren't surprised how popular they've become, how popular he'd become. 

everyone in the crowd was yelling the lyrics to the songs word for word, their bodies colliding with one another to get a closer view of his face. you were once like these fan girls. camera out recording, making it known you were his number 1 fan as you out yelled everyone else. you knew all the lyrics to his songs. after all, they’re about you. 

song writer, lead vocalist, and electric guitarist, eren yeager, the jade eyed heart throb with the dark brown messy man bun and your ex boyfriend. 

your bestie's obsession with the drummer of the band, connie springer, and it being her birthday today, stuck you between a rock in a hard place. were you really going to not go with her because your ex happened to be the lead singer? she is your best friend after all. 

you pulled your skirt over your ass a bit more, readjusted the tube top under your unzipped jacket, and crossed your arms over your chest. you took a deep breath hearing him sing the lyrics to one of his most popular songs—the song he wrote and sang to you on your one year anniversary. you always wondered whether he thought of you when singing songs such as this one. or maybe he found himself somebody else he could relate the song to. as much as it shouldn’t have, the thought of that made your heart drop. 

thanks to being in the front row, you were able to see him on that platform up close again; that sharp jawline you used to run your finger tips against, eyebrows furrowed due to concentration, big, veiny hands effortlessly moving along the cords of the guitar, the ripple and tensing of his ink decorated biceps and forearms, the sweat accumulating on his perfectly toned body, the bob of his adams apple as he sang, the loose pieces of his hair moving with the slight nod of his head. the dim saffron-hued stage lights did him justice, perfectly highlighting his features like they always did. you can't blame the crazed fans, you were soaked and weak in the knees too. 

his low jade eyes began to scan the crowd as he let them sing some lyrics back to him, that's when he spotted you. his eyes widened once his brain registered that it really was you and not the weed he smoked prior to the show or his mind playing tricks on him for all the times he wished you were here before. it was you. 

fuck, he’d missed this. missed you and he would've forgotten that he was supposed to be playing if he hadn't felt his bandmates' eyes on him because truth be told, his heart was beating louder than the drums connie was hitting and that eye contact sent him to another dimension. with one last glance, he reluctantly turned from you and faced the crowd, singing once again. 

your eyes remained widened and on him, rethinking that moment for the rest of the show. that wasn’t normal eye contact. it was long, drawn out, and said all the words they wanted to, but couldn’t at that moment. you knew you weren’t trippin'. 

"that was fucking amazing," your friend yelled, "like holy shit!" "yeah, seriously." you said with a soft smile. "you think once we get backstage that we’ll actually be able to talk to them? that's all i could ever ask for you know." she twirled her hair around her finger. "i don't see why not," you shrugged, your smile never leaving. you enjoyed seeing your friend so happy. 

your best friend rushed ahead of you, following the signs and leading you to where the fans got to meet the artist. you looked down and messed with your lanyard as you walked, heart racing with no sign of stopping. "hey, is it fine if i wait for you out here?" you asked once you two were in front of the black double doors, a turn of a handle away from coming face to face with the boys. your friend put a hand on your shoulder, giving you a nod, before heading in. 

you let out the breath you didn't realize you were holding in, closing your eyes. you couldn't face him, not now. looking down and scrolling through your phone, you didn't pay any mind to anything around you until you heard the black doors opening back up. "well that was fast, did you even get to see hi—" you cut yourself off when you realized you weren't talking to your friend.

"nah, she's talking to him now. she told me you'd be out here though." your heart dropped, recognizing that deep voice immediately. standing 6’1 tall in front of you was your ex and fuck, was he a sight for sore eyes. with his hair still tied up, he had on dark ripped blue jeans and a black tank top that cling to his slightly damp, toned chest and stomach. his strong arms were littered with black tattoos, nails painted black, a silver chain and cross around his neck, and fingers decorated with silver rings—most prominent being the skull on his middle finger. he’d gotten a few more piercings since the last time you seen him, apart from the ones on his ears, you could count a nose stud, a right side labret, an eyebrow piercing and…was that a tongue piercing? 

feeling him look down at you with those naturally sharp, vexed looking jade eyes made it hard for you to maintain eye contact. he always made you nervous. fiddling with the lanyard around your neck once again to ease your nerves, you managed to finally say something back. “you asked about me?” you asked, raising your eyebrow. yeah, you felt uneasy and the tension between the two of you was suffocating, but he had another thing coming if he thought you’d let him know that. though, you knew deep down he was aware and felt it too, he could always read you better than anybody else. 

“had to once i saw you in the crowd. i’m guessing you didn’t come because you wanted to?” “she’s my best friend and it’s her birthday. i wasn’t going to let you being here stop me, yeager.” “ouch,” he said with a small frown, though you could tell he paid no mind to your words. 

“well did you at least enjoy the show? what’d you think of the newest hit singles?” he propped himself against the wall with his broad shoulders, head tilted slightly. “you’re amazing eren, had to resist the urge to jump up on that stage and pull you backstage. is that what you want to hear?” you mocked, rolling your eyes. he let out a low chuckle, slipping his pink bottom lip between his teeth and taking a second to glance around before looking back down at you. “only if it’s the truth, doll.” he gave you an amused lascivious smirk. any other day, you’d be on him within seconds upon seeing that. 

you sighed, softly frowning and turning your head away. eren stared over in the direction you were now facing, then back at you. “well? you gonna answer my question?” he stepped closer to you, redirecting you by grabbing your chin to make sure you looked him in the eyes. your lips slightly parted and you froze, your eyes frantically looking back and forth between his irises. though, just before you could respond, the door to the meet and greet opened and out came your bestie.

“y/n! you won’t believe this, connie gave me his number!” she rushed to you, but stopped to process the scene before her. they both turned to face her, eren nodding at her and you giving her a nervous smile. “hmm…should i wait in the car? let you two finish whatever this is?” she pointed between you and giving you this “all-knowing” smile. “that won’t be neces—” “yes, please.” eren frowned at you, frowning even more when you glared at him, shocked. 

"don't take too long alright?" your friend put a hand on your shoulder with this smile that let you know that she purposely told him you were out here. your friend walked off, waving at the two though only eren waved back. "you'll thank me later girl!" she called out and you sighed again. 

"ah, where were we," eren said mostly to himself. "i gave you my opinion and was about to leave." you began to turn away when he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to him. your back ended up against his hard chest, ass pressed against his slowly hardening bulge inside his jeans. you gasped quietly, but not quiet enough for eren not to catch it. 

"you aren’t going anywhere. not until you seriously answer my question, that is." he leaned down to speak into your ear, his cool breath hitting the back of your neck. you immediately smelled the expensive cologne that stuck to him all night and the peppermint gum he'd recently put in his mouth. it was getting harder for you to stand as he pressed some of his body weight against you. "unless...you are serious?" he spoke low. 

when you didn't answer in protest, he knew the answer to his question and just before he could lower his hand to rub your thigh and maybe inch up your skirt, loud squeals filled the room. "oh my god, it's eren yeager!" screamed a fan girl. eren took a glimpse in the direction where the sound was coming from and let out an annoyed huff only you could hear. 

"can you sign my shirt?!" another girl yelled. eren reluctantly moved away from you and headed towards the group of girls. "what you ladies still doin' here so late?" he asked with his signature smirk. "we wanted to see you after the show and get a photo!" a different girl from the first two spoke. 

"where you want me to sign, sweetheart?" he asked, taking a black marker from out his pocket. he put the marler between his teeth then pulled at the base, leaving the cap to the side of his mouth. "here please!" the girl pointed to a space of the white band shirt on her boobs. letting out a slight hum, he did just as she asked then put the marker away with a smile. 

"he touched me!" she jumped up and down, whisper-shouting to her friends. "he smells so good, i told you he would!" the first girl shook her friend back and forth. one of the girls pulled out her phone and raised it to the air. eren quickly walked behind the group and held up a peace sign like the rest of them, a pretty smile on his face that flashed his pearly whites. 

the girls all studied the photo and soon after squealed again. they thanked him excitedly and ran off, continuing to fangirl to each other about just how perfect this man was. once he saw them walk out the door, he turned over and rushed over to you. without a word, he grabbed your hand and dragged you deeper backstage to where the band practiced before their performances. 

there was a large, brown leather couch against the wall, a coffee stand in front of it with a box of tissues, notebooks, and pens on top along with their instruments and other devices placed around the room needed for them to successfully do their shows. you were all too familiar with everything back here and immediately knew what was coming next. 

eren turned you around and grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to him before leaning down and smashing his lips into yours. the kiss was wet and needy and exactly what you’d been yearning for. you reached your arms up and around his shoulders like you always used to, trying to close even more space between you two. your fingers ran through his hair, gripping and messing his bun as his tongue pushed past your lips, the warm, wet muscle making contact with your own. "mm—!" you moaned into his mouth, feeling his tongue against yours, that metal piercing contrasting with the warmth of his mouth. 

eren’s hands gripped your waist tight enough to leave bruises as he walked, backing you up against the couch. he pushed you down onto it, watching you bounce back up from the soft couch cushions. you quickly took off your jacket as he just as swiftly pulled his shirt over his head and threw it somewhere in the room. 

your eyes widened and mindlessly rubbed your legs together. seeing his shirtless body—his rock hard chest and abs that perfectly complemented his wide, broad shoulders and strong arms. his sharp v-line with his dark brown happy trail running down the middle. it wasn't nothing you hadn't seen before and yet each time you were rendered speechless.

"well, we're backstage now, aren't we?" he said with a condescending smirk. he quickly leaned back down to kiss your glossed plump lips. your hands reached forward and started to undo his black belt, then undid the button and zipper on his jeans. as you two kissed, you grabbed the band of eren's boxers and pulled them down along with his jeans. 

his cock sprung out his black boxers, hitting his abs. separating your lips from the sloppy kiss, a string of saliva still connecting you two, you reached your hands up and held his face for a second though your eyes remained elsewhere. while you didn't want to admit it, you missed this just as much as he did and he could tell by the way you stared longingly at his dick. how long has it been? 

it stood tall at 8 inches, girthy with a slight curve you knew was going to hit that spongy spot inside you exactly the way you needed it too. it was veiny, though there were two veins running through the sides that were most distinguishable. you watched big eyed as it leaked pre-cum down the middle. 

eren stood back tall once again and stared down at you with narrow eyes as you scooted forward, a hand wrapping around the base of his length. with your free hand, you pressed your pointer finger against the slit of his pink tip. you hummed in content, looking up with him doe eyed and sucking on your finger. he threw his head back with a groan, running his hand down his face. you knew what you were doing to him.

"quit being a fuckin' tease, y/n." he spoke lowly, glaring down at you, his dick twitching softly in your hand. you laughed softly, looking back up at him with a playful smile then leaning in and kissing the tip then spitting on it. eren let out a sigh when you finally brought your other hand around the base and slowly started to put it in your mouth. he threw his head back once again and gathered up your hair in a fist. 

"s-shit," he breathed out when the tip hit the back of your throat. he thrived on hearing you gag each time you went back down. your head bobbed up and down his length, hands twisting and working on the last few inches you couldn't fit inside your mouth. you kept eye contact as you slowly pulled away. you gasped for air, strings of saliva and hints of his precum connecting your lips to the tip. it dripped down your lip gloss covered lips then your chin as you worked your hands up and down his cock. 

"fuck baby, just like that," eren whispered, reaching down a bit and caressing your cheek. you went back down on him, getting more and more comfortable now that the whole thing was lubed up. you moved your tongue against the bottom of the base and hollowed your cheeks, continuing the same jerking motion with your hands and soon felt his dick start to twitch inside your mouth. his hips thrusted into your mouth and you grabbed the sides of his thighs to steady yourself. 

placing his hand on the back of your head then gripping your hair, he began to thrust his dick into your mouth. he let out a string of curses as he senselessly face fucked you, tip prodding at the back of your throat. your eyes started to water at the rapid assault on your throat. his cock making it hard for you to breathe and soon there were tears streaming down your still hollowed cheeks, mascara smudging in the process. 

"i'm so close, baby," he looked at your now tear stained face, then threw his head back. with a few more fast, rough thrust into your mouth, he let out thick, hot spurts of cum down your throat and you swallowed every last drop. he dragged his dick out your mouth and let the tip hit your plump lips a few times with a smile, watching you stick your tongue out at him after.

"you're so damn good at that," he praised you, leaning down to kiss your swollen lips. you laughed softly against his lips, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him down to you and letting him put his hands underneath your thighs so he could pick you up and position you on the couch better. you laid back with him on top of you and his hands on either side of your head. he stared down at you a bit before diving back down to kiss your lips again. 

with his tongue in your mouth, the kiss was getting more and more heated. he parted from you and gave a wet kiss to your cheek, then your jaw, till he was licking and sucking harshly at your neck. you gasped feeling him bite at the sensitive skin especially at the spot that made your pussy throb the most, the cool metal ball of his piercing not at all helping. your hand went up and gripped at his bun away, feeling it come undone in the grasp of your fingers. 

his hands roamed your body, going down to your skirt. you raised your hips to help get the tight body con skirt off. eren made sure to leave trails of hickeys and bite marks down your neck and collarbone and once he was satisfied, he pulled away to get your tube top up and over your head. "i missed having you under me like this. . ." he whispered loud enough for you to hear, going down to pinch and roll your hardened nipple between his fingers. you let out a sigh of pleasure as you watched him latch his mouth onto your nipple, his tongue swirling around and teeth gently pulling at it whilst his hand massaged the other. 

"you're so perfect," he told you after leaving numerous marks on your breast. you watched as he left wet kisses down your stomach till he was between your thighs. he put your legs over his shoulders and looked you in the eye while licking and kissing your inner thigh. you gasped again, this time feeling him bite in areas near where you needed him most. now it was his turn to tease. 

"eren. . ." you whined. "hmm?" he hummed against your skin like he was confused. he continued to avoid your aching core and instead left more bruises on your body, dragging his tongue up your thigh. "can you just. . ." you stopped mid sentence, rolling your eyes. you knew he knew what you wanted. "can i what, doll? you gotta use your words." he told you before licking at your panties. "please—i need you." you said. it wasn't enough, you needed more. "yeah?" "mhm...please." you begged, causing an arrogant smirk to tug at his lips. "whatever she wants, she gets." he shrugged. 

he ripped your panties and threw them somewhere across the room with your other clothes, then placed your legs over his shoulders. "eren!" you exclaimed. "forgive me, pretty? just missed this so much. . ." he spoke as he hooked his strong arms around your thighs and pulled you closer towards him. he wasted no time, gliding his tongue through your wet folds. 

"shit!" you moaned out, hand flying down to his hair. His lips latched onto your throbbing clit and ran your fingers through his hair, throwing your head back. he pressed his tongue against it, his piercing rubbing against your bud as licked down to your folds and slit. he tongued fucked, the tip of his nose brushed and pushed up against your clit. he knew how much you liked when he did that then switched between fingering you and licking at your clit. 

"ouuu—fuck, just like that." you pushed his face deeper into your cunt, juices covering and dripping down his chin. "you're so wet for me, baby," he spoke against your pussy, continuing to suck and finger you to the point where your legs were buckling and trying to close in around his head though his tight grip around your thighs prevented this. your pussy started to flutter around his tongue, letting him know to speed up the pace at which he was rubbing your clit. 

your back arched and you grasped roughly at his hair, trying to push him impossibly deeper into your pussy and making it to where he couldn't come up for air. you started to buckle your hips against him, grinding into his mouth to chase that feeling you'd been craving for the longest that only he could satisfy. eren switched from tongue fucking you to fingering your cunt and sucking at your clit again. "fuck!" you moaned loudly, your back arching again and your head thrown back as your legs began to shake helplessly. "that's it, make a mess on my fingers." he told you, not letting up the speed of his fingers. 

eren wasted no time to go back and lick up all your juices, sitting up and pushing his index and middle finger into your mouth letting you taste yourself. "you taste so amazing," he said as you sucked, moved your tongue and tasting yourself on his fingers. he pulled them out your mouth and dragged them down you bottom lip. 

he then put a hand next to your head again to hold himself up and looked stared down at your spread legs. he grabbed his dick and started to rub it through your slit, teasing your entrance with his tip whilst chuckling to himself. before you could beg him to, he pushed the tip inside you, stretching you out immediately. "fuck," you both cursed, eren placing his now free hand on your hip. he wasn't used to how tight you were anymore and you weren't used to how big he was anymore. 

you reached up and wrapped your arms around him to pull him close, one of your hands placed on his clenched jaw. "you're so tight, baby," he looked at you, those pretty jade eyes filled with lust. "i-it's so big," you whined, the hand that was on his jaw reaching down to push against his pelvis. he used his hand and grabbed ahold of your wrists to pin them up above your head then put his other back on your hip, gripping it as he sunk deeper into you. you threw your head back into the couch and couldn't help your eyes from rolling back. 

"you can take it, i know you can. doin' so good already," he leaned down and gave you a peck on the lips before pulling all the way out, making sure to just leave just the tip before thrusting back in. you gasped loudly, his cock perfectly hitting that spot inside you just like you knew it would. you felt his veins against your tight walls as he dragged himself in and out of you at a pace that made you moan helplessly and your head spin. 

he was balls deep and somehow managed to hit deeper each time he thrust himself back filling inside you. his grip on your wrists and waist got stronger as he sped up, leaning over and groaning in your ear. "it's like you were made for me," he said into your ear, going down and biting down on your shoulder. your legs wrapped around his torso, pulling him closer to you as your nails dug into the skin of your palms. 

"yes yes yes, f-fuck i'm gonna cum!" you cried out, your walls clenching down around him. eren started to go faster and more rough hearing this, his hand that was holding your wrist letting up and going down to rub harsh circles at your clit. you put your hands on his back, pulling him close before dragging your nails and scratching his back hard enough to leave marks. your back arched, your chest pressed against his as your release came crashing down on you and he continued to fuck you through it a bit then pulled out. you laid back breathing heavily, but not long before he flipped you over on your stomach, pushing your back into an arch. 

he thrusted right back into you and before you could gasp out, he pushed your face into the couch. "i know you got one more in there for me. you can do it, baby," he told you, smacking your ass then started relentlessly fucking into you. your hands gripped the couch cushions as your eyes rolled back. 

"too much—! f-fuck eren!" you moaned loudly, drool seeping from your mouth. "It’s okay baby, i’ve got you. taking it so well. . ." he praised, closing his eyes tightly and starting to chase his own release. the sound of your moans and pussy squelching, his groans and curses, and skin slapping together filled the room. 

his cock started to twitch inside you as you started to clench around him once again. taking your arms and pinning your wrist behind your back with hand, he pulled your back to his chest. "you gonna cum again, baby? fuck—me too," he groaned into your ear. his free hand grope your breast, twisting at your nipple for a second then coming up and closing around your neck, choking you slightly. 

"where do you want it?" he asked you. "inside—! cum inside me, please!" you could practically hear his smirk as he said, "oh yeah?" "please please please!" you whined and begged, tears now starting to stream down your cheeks from overstimulation. his grip around your throat tightened as his tip pounded into your cervix, having you seeing stars. thick cream rushed down his cock as your orgasm hit you hard. 

your legs started to shake, the only thing holding you up now being eren. he fucked into you a few more times before cumming inside you. he let you down back onto the couch then pressed him self against you, putting his body weight onto you and fucking his cum deep into your pussy. "fuck," he said groaned, slowly pulling out and watching his cum slowly drip from your hole that was now clenching around nothing. grabbing the box of tissues on the coffee stand, he pulled a few out the box to clean you up with. "well,” he paused, wiping you then himself off, “you coming to my next show, doll?"

[simple-study-of-story]

Zekiel looked at an empty spot in an art exhibition. Normally, it wasn’t empty. It usually had the only painting that had truly caught his attention. It depicted a crowd of people, their faces blurred in their movement as they crossed the streets, crossed the painting’s frame of view. Buildings and shops stood in the background, also blurred, giving them the same anonymity as the people. Everything and everyone anonymous… except for one person at the center. The one person with details on the canvas. In the monochrome world created, this person at the center of it all was blasted with color. Their raven black hair contrasted with the dull whites and greys around them. Their sapphire blue eyes sparkled with life against the soulless ones around them. Highlights brought attention to their jawline, their nose, their cheeks. He could see every detail in the character’s side profile, from the out-of-place strand of hair hanging above their eyebrows to the smallest faded scar that ran under their ear.

When he first saw the piece, Zekiel stopped in the middle of the walkway in shock. He walked over to it, amazed with how much was captured in a single frame. What intrigued him most, however, was how the artist knew. That was his face at the center of the masses. His face in full color, his face in full detail. That scar under his ear was from a fight with the villain, Syren. She had managed to scratch him with her claws as he tried to stop her from robbing the bank. No one should have been able to get this much detail on his civilian identity.

Now, the spot was empty, replaced with a radius of caution tape, a pair of cops, and a detective. Someone had stolen it the night before and left no trace, except for a couple drops of water from what he heard. It irked him, to say the least. He wanted that painting back, if not for the public but for himself. There was something about it that made him feel… something. That bothered him too: he didn’t know why he felt such a strong connection to the piece. It didn’t make sense to him. He wanted to make it make sense.

He already had a suspect in mind. It was time to pay her a visit.

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Blix stood against her window, staring at the painting before her. She never named it. It was only known as “Man in a Crowd,” which did the piece no justice, not because it wasn’t true but because there was more to it. It was the feeling of isolation, loneliness, and longing behind it that made it as gorgeous as people said it was. A lonely man in full color, standing out against a sea of unknown faces, in a world that meant nothing but at the same time meant everything.

She wiped away the drops of water resting on the outer bronze frame. How could she have sold this for only 500? None of her pieces should be sold at such a low price, especially not this one. I suppose it was better that I made it famous first before stealing it back, she thought. That way I can sell it at a higher price, again and again.

Someone knocked on her door. Blix looked at the clock. 11:06 am. He’s a bit late, she shrugged before donning her midnight blue jumpsuit and her scaled masquerade mask. It’s all just formalities at this point, she thought as she fixed the mask loosely around her eyes.

Blix went to the door, opening it as she ran a hand through her hair and leaned against the doorframe. “You’re late, darling.”

“I told you to stop calling me that.” The Mask sounded irritated. Just as she expected.

“When have I ever listened to you, darling? And besides, I’ve been led to believe you like being called that.”

He sighed, his mask frowning. “Where is it?”

“Where’s what?”

“Don’t play stupid with me. You know what I’m talking about.”

“Honey, there’s a lot of things you could be talking about right now. You know me, you need to be specific.”

He scratched his head in frustration, making his hair stick up. “The painting.”

“What painting?”

“Syren for the love of the gods I am not in the mood right now, just give me the damn painting.”

Blix feigned a look of hurt. “No need to be so rude about it,” she mock-pouted. She held the door open wider for him. “Come in and look for it yourself.”

“I’m not going in there.”

“Look, darling, if I had traps set in here, they’d be disabled because I am inside the house. It’s safe for you. Unless, of course, you piss me off real good and then I’d be obligated to try and kill you.”

The Mask sighed, irritated. “Fine.” He stepped inside carefully. Blix had half a mind to yell “BOO!” and shake him up at that moment, but knowing how he could be when angered, she figured that wouldn’t be the best thing to do.

When he found that he was still alive after the first few steps inside the house, she closed the door. “Feel free to explore, look around for whatever painting you’re looking for. Just don’t go to the basement, that’s where I keep the bodies.”

He gave her a look. She sighed. “Ok fine, I don’t keep bodies in there, just their organs.” He glared at her, not at all amused.

Blix huffed. “Okay, damn, just trying to have fun here. I’m gonna make some tea. You don’t have to drink any if you’re paranoid but I’m making enough for two. Enjoy your search.”

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Zekiel walked around the house. Boxes and papers were strewn around in about every corner he could see. If she was expecting me, the least she could have done was tidy up right?

He walked around the house. Where could she keep a massive painting? He peeked into a hallway. There were three doors, one of which was slightly open. He looked back towards the kitchen, where he could hear Syren boiling water. Was she seriously making tea? He shook his head and walked to the open door, peeking inside.

As he expected, boxes were piled to the ceiling and papers were everywhere. But there were also jars of discolored water, brushes, canvases, and paints. An easel was propped up in the center with the back of the canvas facing him. He opened the door wider and stood there. The entire room was full of art, from paintings to sketches and drawings. Sketchbooks littered the bench before the massive window facing the door. There were birds, flowers, fruits, trees, mountains; one was a cottage in the woods with a garden and a fox waiting patiently next to it. But what caught his attention the most were the still frames of moving scenes, similar to the painting he was looking for.

Zekiel walked in, careful not to spill the jars of water or trip on the loose newspapers laying around, protecting the flooring. He saw a frame of a laughing child, a singer on the streets, kids running with a ball between them, a couple leaning on each other on a park bench. He saw himself as the center of many still frames, giving a flower to a little girl, drinking with friends at a pub, carrying a crate of flowers. Hell, he remembered doing all that. There was even a still frame of him fighting Syren on the beach, where he managed to… well, subdue her, he figured, in her own element. But in all of these still frames, he should have had his mask on.

There was no mask in any of these works.

He circled around the easel at the center and found the painting he was looking for propped up on it. Zekiel marveled at the piece, at every work he saw before him, every little detail he could see, from the pollen in the flowers to the mole on a child’s cheek. It all looked gorgeous. Beautiful. The whole room looked like pieces of a fragmented soul, scattered on the walls, hidden in the eyes of the people drawn, hidden in the beauty of the iris flowers sketched. It was all breathtaking.

“So you found it.”

Zekiel tore his eyes off the works of art and found Syren leaning on the doorway, a cup of tea in each hand, the scales on her mask shimmering in the sunlight that entered through the window. He cleared his throat. “Yeah. Yeah I found it.”

“The one on the easel, yeah?”

He nodded. She smirked a bit, a soft smile that he had never known she could do. “Would you like a cup of tea before you take it? I assume you’ll be heading back to the exhibition to drop it off.”

“You didn’t poison it or anything right?”

She chuckled. “If I wanted you dead, I would have tried killing you the second I answered the door. You of all people should know that.”

“Fair enough.” Zekiel walked over to her and took one of the cups from her hand. He took the cup and raised it to his lips before realizing that he still had his mask on. He paused. She took a sip from her cup, flinching as she realized it was too hot. “How long have you known what I looked like?” he asked.

“Oh, it’s been ages now,” she said, blowing on her tea.

“How did you find out?”

She paused. “You know how you go to the beach to calm down after every fight?”

He blinked in surprise. “Yeah…?”

“Where do you think sirens live, darling?”

Zekiel was silent. Then he started feeling a little self-conscious. “How… how much do you… do you see…?”

Syren laughed, a melodious laugh that washed over him like a wave. “You don’t have anything to worry about darling,” she consoled him. “You have a good body if that helps your ego.”

“Oh gods, please tell me that’s all you see.”

“What do you take me for, a full-time stalker?” she said, sounding mildly offended. “I’m not a creep, alright?”

“If you’re not a creep, then explain the paintings and the sketches,” he said. “You could have just told me you’re obsessed with me.”

“Oh please, like you would have believed that that easily.” Syren sipped her tea carefully.

Zekiel looked around. “I just… you could easily make a living off of your work, you know?”

“I wouldn’t say it’s easy to make a living off of this. But also, what did you think my day job was? Some behind-the-desk phone operator or something?”

“Fair enough.” He held the tea to his lips again, then remembered his mask was still on. He set the cup back on the saucer and touched his mask. “I guess there isn’t much need for this stupid thing, huh?”

Syren shrugged. “It’s up to you.”

“Can I close the window curtains at least?”

“Sure,” she said, flicking the lights on.

He went over to the window and drew the curtains, then sighed. “If I’m going to remove my mask, you should remove yours too. It’s only fair.”

Syren was silent, then sighed. “Alright. That’s fair.”

Zekiel exhaled. “I’m taking mine off now then.” He held his mask by its chin and lifted it up, moving it so that it was on the side of his head. Then he turned.

Syren’s mask was in her free hand as she moved to hang it on the easel. Up until now, he had never noticed her eyes. They almost blended in with the shimmering scales of her mask. Now, he could see that they sparkled like golden honey. They were warm and comforting, the complete opposite of what he would expect a villain’s eyes to look like. She looked truly human, and truly gorgeous.

She looked at him. “You’re staring darling,” she chuckled.

He blinked and came back to reality. “I understand why you’re a villain now,” he said, regaining his sanity for a second. “It’s a crime to look as gorgeous as you.”

She blinked, stunned, then grinned. “I’m glad to know that you can flirt back. I’ll be expecting more of that from now on.”

“Would be a shame to disappoint.”

[jkbabiey]

hey i wanted to participate in your reading !!

initials: ih

pronouns: she/her

sun: aqua

moon: Aries

venus: capricorn

love language: physical touch

word: empathetic

fav song: un village- baekhyun

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Hi I.H.! I'm so glad you joined my game!!

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞:

Appearance

Your cards: The Star, The High Priestess, The World, The Devil, The Hierophant, King of Pentacles

They may have a more stern expression. They may look very serious and they won't smile easily. Their lips will be very nice, thin but very well delineated, and with a very noticeable cupid's bow. You may feel very attracted to their chest area - no matter if it's because it's muscular, or just bigger, thinner, or more voluptuous. You'll just be very attracted to that area of your future spouse. They may have hazel eyes. They may have either a square-shaped face or a very nice jawline. They may like to wear bigger and kinda baggy clothes and they may love the color blue. Either their favorite color is blue or they have blue eyes because the color blue is popping out a lot and I feel like that may be very important in your connection with this person - either they have blue eyes, or they love the color blue, or they are wearing something blue when you meet (vice-versa).

Personality

Your cards: Page of Swords, King of Wands, Ace of Swords, The Star, The Hermit

Okay, they may exude big dick energy, which is AMAZING. Either that or they actually have a big dick (if we're talking about a male), which is also kinda amazing. That being said, I'd like to point out that they're actually very discreet and reserved. They don't like to show too much of themselves when they don't know the people around them. On the other hand, when they are with someone they know they're all about commutation. They are a very communicative person and they are actually amazing at expressing their ideas and feelings and coming across just the right way. The way they talk is very clear and understandable. They hold their morals and their honor very close to their chest. They are that person who wants to serve as an example. They like to always do the right thing and they like to be that person who others have a very high image of. This is also someone who is very ambitious and they are very har-working. They work a lot for their goals. Also, they are quite mindful of themselves - they are very much aware of the things they do and therefore they value themselves a lot. When they argue with someone they will apologize if they think they're wrong, but they won't if they know that they did nothing wrong. They seem like a very very very decent person.

Career

Your cards: Judgment, Death, The Hanged Man, Page of Pentacles (rev)

Okay, at the time you meet this person, they may be in between jobs or just still figuring out what they want to do with their lives. They may be going through a rough time in their professional and economic life and they will be learning from their own failures. I don't see them having any clue about what they're passionate about and they will also suffer a lot from other people's judgment.

Communication Style

Your cards: The Hanged Man, Justice (rev), The Magician, The Star

They may do a lot of pauses when they talk like they're trying to look for the right word to say, to correctly transmit whatever they're trying to say. They sound very mindful when they talk. I feel like they are very plain and simple when they talk and they say things as they are, but still, try to not raise any disagreements. That's really all I got about their commutation style.

Love Language

Your cards: Wheel of Fortune, Ace of Wands, Ace of Cups

I feel like the way they will show their emotions is really connected to their mood and how they feel. But mostly I'm feeling physical touch and quality time. But in general, I feel like this is someone who is very emotionally healthy and stable. They are very balanced and they know how to display their love for you in very loving and healthy original ways.

[headkiss]

cold hands

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: a request for reader with raynaud’s and the prompt “why are you so cold?” a mini golf first date with steve goes as perfect as it could.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: nothing it’s all fluff!

a/n: thank you for requesting!! i hope i did it justice and that you enjoy reading <3

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Being on a first date was nerve wracking. Being on a first date with none other than Steve Harrington was a whole other level.

You worked at the arcade in town, often seeing Steve drop off the group of kids that he pretends to find annoying but truly cares about. You’d known him in school, but you never really became close until now.

He first noticed you through the window of the arcade from the parking lot, which may sound creepy but his gaze was only ever fond, soft. Steve recognized you, of course, but he was seeing you differently then. He noticed how pretty you were, how your face lit up when you smiled. He’d decided to go inside along with Dustin and the others that day, making up some excuse that he just wanted to see what all the appeal was.

You always got excited when the kids came in, enjoying their banter and playful competition that kept you entertained throughout your shifts. You’d grown to really like them, and they felt the same towards you. They saw you the same way they saw Steve, Robin or Eddie. Someone to look up to.

That day, when Steve walked in behind the rowdy group, you greeted him just as kindly. Warm and welcoming like the comfiest bed at the end of a long day. He hung out with you at the counter the entire time, making conversation and watching you interact with customers.

He was taken by you right away.

You were surprised by Steve and his changed personality. He’d always been nice to you, but it was amazing to see him being himself. He was brighter almost, like a lightbulb in him before was dim, and it was now beaming.

You couldn’t really help but have a crush on him.

Ever since he came in that day, when he was the one driving the kids to the arcade and you were working, he’d go hang out with you until they were ready to leave.

Since he started visiting you more frequently, you found yourself looking at the door for most of your shift, no matter the day. You were always hoping he’d come in, because he made your days better and your stomach flutter.

He would lean on the counter and flirt in his playful, fumbly way that left you smiling with heated cheeks. You’d flirt back as best you could, and he appreciated it. He loved to be on the receiving end of your affection, even if it was shy.

All of that brought you here, on your first date, with Steve.

He insisted on picking you up, telling you he wants to be a ‘proper gentleman’ on this date for you. You had both agreed on mini golf. Something fun and lighthearted. He rang your doorbell exactly five minutes early, but you being you, had been ready for the last hour just pacing and excited to go.

He brought you flowers, a mixed bouquet because he ‘wasn’t sure what your favorites were and these were the prettiest ones’ and you told him they were perfect.

Now, you were sitting in his car on the way to the mini golf course, music humming softly around you. You studied him as he drove, admiring the soft slope of his nose and the beautiful sharpness of his jawline. Your eyes wandered to his hands and the way he gripped the wheel, relaxed and confident and perfectly in control.

“You’re really pretty, Steve.”

Pretty. He’d never been told he was pretty before, and he couldn’t deny that he loved it. Or, maybe, he loved anything that came out of your mouth specifically. You made him feel appreciated and comfortable. He felt like he could fully be himself around you and he had only truly known you for a couple months.

He glanced over at you at a red light, the hue illuminating your face ever so slightly along with the sun that was going down. You may think he’s pretty, but he’s sure you’re prettier. He thinks you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen.

“You’re way prettier, come on.”

“Agree to disagree on that one.”

It was quiet after that, both of you admiring each other and the atmosphere that surrounded you. It was a comfortable silence and it wasn’t broken until you arrived at your destination.

Steve parked and got out of the car, quickly walking around to your side to open the door for you. It was cute, how dedicated he was to the whole gentleman thing. He was putting in effort you had never gotten out of a date before, and you liked him impossibly more for it.

“You ready to play some mini golf?”

“The real question is are you ready to lose at mini golf, babe.”

You laughed lightly at his response, and it was music to his ears. He wanted to keep making you laugh and smile and he hoped that you’d let him. That this date would lead to another, and another, and another.

The air was cold, a slight chill in the evening that you hadn’t anticipated. You hid your hands in the sleeves of your cardigan, hoping to keep them warm to avoid disturbing the game in the future.

The two of you played and laughed and flirted the hours away, and neither of you were worried about the time or getting home. It was as perfect as a date could be, and you hoped with everything in you that these dates wouldn’t end.

As you walked out of the mini golf park into the parking lot, Steve reached over and brushed his hand against yours, the slightest touch to not startle you. When you didn’t move away, he reached over more confidently and laced your fingers with his. He gasped at how cold your hands were.

“Why are you so cold? Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m fine, Steve.”

“Are you sure?”

You’d made it to his car, and he was leaning on the passenger door with you in front of him. He grabbed both of your hands in his, trying to warm them up and make you feel better.

“Yeah. It happens a lot.”

“Babe! Your fingers are basically purple! Are you sure you’re okay? Why didn’t you say anything? Oh my god. I gave you frostbite on the first date?”

“Steve! Calm down, I’m okay. It’s just this thing called raynaud’s. My circulation just isn’t good. It’s not frostbite.”

You usually kept it to yourself, because really, it wasn’t a big deal to you. Nobody ever noticed and there was nothing to do about it, so you figured you didn’t have to share your poor circulation story with anyone. But, Steve was so concerned, so worried over some cold hands and you were falling even harder.

“Oh. Okay, so no frostbite. That’s good. Here, I’ll turn on the heat in the car. Got a sweater in there, too.”

He ushered you into the car, going over to his side and climbing in beside you. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, and he didn’t want to freak you out with how concerned he was, but he couldn’t help it. He’s seen too much, and any minor thing is not minor to him. He needs everyone around him to be safe, and to him, that includes taking care of you even if you didn’t want him to.

He turned on the heat right away, then reaching into the backseat to grab his sweater that he always left in his car. He held it out to you, wanting you to be warmer and also, selfishly, he wanted to see you in his clothes.

“Here, put this on. It’s definitely warmer than your cardigan, which is real cute, by the way. But, you know, priorities, babe.”

“Thank you, Steve.”

You slipped his sweater over your head, loving the way it felt and smelled. It was so soft, and it surrounded you in him.

He started driving towards your house after that, constantly stealing glances over at you in his sweater and in his passenger seat. He felt like you belonged there. He reached over with one hand, keeping the other on the wheel, and held your hand.

You smiled to yourself at that. You were holding hands with Steve after having the best date ever. He was so easy to be around, and you never wanted the night to end.

Sadly, it was going to as he pulled into your driveway. He turned off his car and turned to look at you.

“Come on, I’ll walk you to the door.”

“Okay, thanks.”

You both got out of the car, and slowly walked up to your porch. He didn’t leave right away, he continued to stand there with you, looking at you. He decided right then that he wanted to kiss you tonight.

“I had a really good time, Steve. I’m really glad you asked me out.”

“I’m glad you said yes. You’re really great.”

You didn’t know exactly when you moved so close, but his face was inches from yours now. You wanted him to kiss you so bad, glancing down to his lips and fighting the urge to keep staring at them.

He saw the movement of your eyes, and leaned in after that. He kissed you softly, holding your face in his hands. You kissed him back, of course you did. After a bit, he pulled away, not before pecking your lips a couple of times just because.

“I’ll see you soon, yeah?”

“You know where to find me.”

“Hell yeah I do.”

He kissed you one last time, then turned around, walking towards his car but was stopped when you called out, “wait! Steve, your sweater.”

“Keep it!”

Yeah, you could do that.

[blueberry-pride]

Hi! i would like to request the octavinelle boys with a gn!s/o who acts like a tsundere. ^__^ They act harsh on the outside but as soon as they're alone they get affectionate (kissing, hugging, demanding cuddles, etc.)

Not Now Babe!

Octavinelle x Tsundere GN S/O

warnings: Berry's grammar

Berry: Sorry for those who have been waiting for these since February! I still hope you enjoy this and thank you for your guys' patience. I hope I do these characters justice and a belated happy bday to the leech twins~ <3

Azul Ashengrotto

"D-dear what do you mean you don't want to??" He'd ask

"I just don't wanna." You replied shortly. Insert 1 hour later in his bedroom. "Azuul~ c'mere" You latched onto your boyfriend. "You've been working all day let's take a rest.."

The octoboi was a bit confused at first at the start of the relationship.

He was aware of your personality before when you guys were still in that "I'mpiningforyoubutwon'tsayanythinguntilsomeonedoesitforme" stage but seeing how it would affect the relationship threw him in a loop.

It reminded him of Floyd's mood swings but learned to slowly be relieved that it's not as drastic as his moray dorm-mate

Throughout the first half of this relationship with the Octavinelle dorm leader, he'd mess up quite a number of times as there would be moments where he'd just want something consistent but eventually loved this side of you-or well both sides of you.

"(Y/N) dear, how'd you like the arrangements for this evening? I asked the dorm to give us the lounge all to ourselves." He smiled.

You had your arms cross as you looked around the room nonchalantly. (You could probs hear his heart beating at the anticipation) but after a couple of seconds, your lips form a lopsided smile to which you can hear Azul let out a sigh of relief.

I could see as well that would be Azul teasing you from time to time with how your personality goes in front of everyone else. He just can't help have some fun for himself seeing your expressions as soon as he gets used to you.

He'd appreciate as it would leave all of your couple shenanigans behind closed doors, easing up more to the idea showing a side that only you'd see. His real and vulnerable self <3

Jade Leech

"kufufu, my darling are you sure?" Jade chuckled. "Don't come begging to me later now~." He teased as he walked off leaving you to huff from what just happened.

I could definitely see Jade as a definite tease. You are not safe.

He finds it cute on how you're reactions would play out everyday so good luck with this moray.

He likes the fun potential of seeing something new with you while also reaping the benefits of having you (the REAL you) all to himself behind closed doors. lucky you

Also, this man's privacy is sacred so you allowing him to see a side no one else can? he LOVES it.

I could also see like once you guys are going to be alone, there's a growing faint smile that's not like his usual one as he gazes at you lovingly

yknow, the one that seems sus but like to you folks its so goddamn appealing and SOFT?

I also see this man just letting you rip a man in half (be it literally or figuratively) if someone crosses your path cuz of your harshness. silently cheering you on and seeing you demanding affection right after~

#proudbf

"ah, that poor unfortunate student had it coming." Jade stifled a laughter. He combed through your hair and with the same hand effortlessly traced your jawline as he gazes into your eyes.

" Let's get you rest up after that with some tea...and maybe a kiss or two?" He asked. Up to you how you'll respond (Y/N) fbaskofbs

Floyd Leech

Out of all the Octatrio, I could see Floyd just vibing with your personality from the get-go.

"Sayy Koebi-chan~ Let's get something to eat, I'm hungry." Your boyfriend whine as his weight is slumped on top of you. His lazy smile perched on his face as he'd unconsciously sway the both of you, waiting for your reply.

Your guys' relationship is a beautiful mess that students especially Azul is amazed on how long you guys have lasted.

I could see bantering back and forth that Jade and the rest of the first years finds both as impressive and terrifying

(Y/N) is living life on the edge with this one

Just like with what I've said in the beginning, Floyd would understand and work well with you cuz he too can shift from one thing to another

Plus its a simple thing for him to remember that once he realizes y'all are alone he has this bright grin as your affectionate side comes out

Speaking of, just like with the other peeps of the Octatrio, he will tease you through and through. But this handsome mofo will test you

He can definitely take a punch with your harshness if he wanted some attention but you two are in public.

Even though there were some close calls of you guys fighting or there were some miscommunications (which is normal), I see you guys managing to work it out be it in a weird but effective way~ <3

[tsintotwo]

11. December, 2023: Give me a Dream

12. January, 2024:?? AWOL?

13. February, 2024: idk it's something, I'm too busy being stabbed in the heart by his jawline (PSA: Tom wants to do the Sandman body (from the graphic novels) justice and he looks amazing here but being this skinny is not normal beauty standard and neither should it be, thanks)

All right. That was random and I don't usually like posting pics (=thing without any creative input from me) but like I said, I'm feeling random and I miss Tom. I'm not totally comfortable with pap pics and tried avoiding them, mostly. Thanks to my two friends on tumblr (not tagging but you know who you are ❤️) for sending me all these because I have anxiety issues and can't + don't search for Tom stuff- I get overwhelmed and spiral. (Don't blame me, okay, I love this man too much.)

Let's do 12 Tom pics for the last 12 months 'cause I'm feeling random.

1. February, 2023: BAFTAs, I think?

2. March, 2023: Totes a babe

April, 2023: Vogue something? Doesn't matter, I'm forgetting my own name looking at this soo

3. May, 2023: Happy in a con in Japan!

4. June, 2023: Some art thing (but he is the art and we know it)

5. July, 2023: Hello, Wimbledon

6. August, 2023: Want a bad boi? I'll give you bad boi.

7. September, 2023: Wherefore art thou, Romeo?

8. October, 2023: The fact that he brought a book to read at an event makes him my soul twin, and no, I am not taking arguments

10. November, 2023: Life's a party

Rest: Let me reblog 'cause I've hit tunblr's ten-images-per-post limit 😒