#this is not counting the crafts that I haven't yet finished

[temporary-dysphoria]

Jumped online to do some pricing research for quilts and oh boy, I am not immune to 40% off fabric by the metre, nor am I immune to enamel bakeware being on sale

[for-a-longlongtime]

Guilty Pleasure (6/7) - dbf!Joel Miller x reader

An open bar and Joel in a tailored black outfit mean trouble at your father's garden party. Enough reason to do something you haven't done before.

Rating: Explicit, 18+ only, mdni 🔞🔥 Series warnings (tba): Age gap (reader is 22, Joel is 43), masturbation (f), use of sex toys, oral sex, PiV, anal, hair pulling, dirty talk, getting caught, playful use of 'daddy', outrageous flirting, groping, reference to m/m, Joel's arms should always come with a warning. No outbreak!AU. Word count: 3.4K A/N: I finished writing the final chapter last night and y'all, I'm giddy as fuck. Big BIG thanks to @milla-frenchy and @reallyrallyauthor for your support and reading Part 6 and 7 early to make sure this hits juuust right!

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There are too many people in your backyard. Mingling, chatting, networking, kissing ass - all accompanied by canapés that are too fancy, beer that is so painfully hip and micro-brewed that you don’t even want to try it, and outfits intended to seem semi-casual yet also upstage everybody. You hate these gatherings. It’s far from the first time you’ve had to endure them because of your father’s work, though. Even your grandmother liked reminding you when you were little that your grandfather also hosted affairs like this. “It’s important to build connections.”

You don’t care. All you give a damn about tonight - or maybe these days, if you are honest with yourself - was Joel, dressed like a fucking vision. Well fitting black pants, that you suspect are tailored, an ever better fitting black dress shirt which is absolutely tailored, and matching black boots. His hair, usually curly and messy, now looks so sharp that you wonder if he got a haircut this morning; it’s a little shorter, definitely neater, and brushed back a little.

But what your eyes keep going back to the most are the few buttons on his shirt that are undone, showing off his tanned skin and a smattering of freckles you had barely noticed before. It makes you want to trace every single one with your tongue and find out if he would whine when you'd suck a hickey on his neck.

He’s at the bar, waiting for his drink, so you slide in right next to him and bump against his arm. “Hey. Don’t tell me you’re drinking those craft beers?”

“Jesus. No, of course not.” 

The expression on his face is one of instant disgust, and you can’t help but laugh at the candid response. “Wow, didn’t think there’d be someone else who’d hate them as much as I do.”

Joel grumbles something, then gives the bartender a nod as he takes a glass of whiskey from him. When the guy turns to you to take your order, you point at Joel’s glass. “I’ll have whatever he’s having.”

The guy gives you a doubtful look. “Can I see some ID?”

“Yes, you can. It’s called ‘I’m the daughter of the guy who is paying your salary tonight’ and I’m twenty two. Thanks for making that drink now.” You stare at him, daring him to push back against you - you are NOT in the mood for this tonight, especially not in front of Joel. After a few moments, the bartender sighs and shrugs as he turns around, reaching for a glass and some ice. You can feel Joel’s eyes on you, so you turn towards him to give him a similar look. “What? Go ahead. Say it.”

“Say what?”

“That I’m being a brat.”

“Nah.” Joel shakes his head as he sips from his whiskey. “You’d just get off on that. That’s not brattiness - you’re actually being rude,” he says, then wanders off to go talk to someone nearby.

You stare at him with an open mouth, anger starting to creep into you. How the fuck does he dare to just say something like that to you? It hurts, and most of all it gives you a pang of concern that maybe you’ve ruined your chances with him - between this and the way he responded at the pool a few days ago.

“Oh honey, forget about it.” The bartender gives you a look that’s bordering on pity and disdain, his inflection drastically different all of a sudden as he pushes a glass towards you. “That man ain’t into you. Wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole. Why don’t you go find somebody of your own age to play with, hmmm?”

“Why don’t you go fuck yourself?”, you snap at him as you grab the glass and stalk off, his words feeling like claws that have sunk into your skin and won’t let go of you. The burn of the liquor doesn’t help you in the way you’d hoped for, and you find yourself craving something stronger, sweeter. Anything that’ll help you take the edge off.

Anything, in this case, turns out to be 6’3”, blond, looks like a jock and is named… Brady? Brody? Brad. Ben. Blake. Something like that, you can’t remember, but it’s unimportant after having chatted with him for all of ten minutes. What matters is that he’s not a bad kisser, smells fine - not woodsy like Joel unfortunately - and his hands are large as well as eager, pressing you with your back against the solid wood of the pergola. 

If it wouldn’t ruin the mood for him, you probably would’ve laughed at the irony of making out with Blaine - Brandon? Brayden? No. Bruno. Bruce. Barry. Maybe it was Chad after all - right against the pergola that Joel had built over the past couple of days. 

You’d been watching Joel from your bay window, his muscles straining in the sun, while he grunted the way you had memorized from his Instagram videos. And for all of those three days, you’d had several orgasms as you’d watched him. Some of them were thanks to your fingers, others due to toys - varying from the small bullet vibe to the thrusting rabbit vibrator you used for longer sessions. But in the end, all of this had been going on for too long. The flirting, the way you’d feel him look at you regularly, the build up of tension; it had you feral by now, and you just wanted Joel.

You are gonna get him. Soon. Even if it means needing to make him jealous.

“Should we- should we go inside?” Jock guy pauses his kisses, leaning his forehead against yours as he runs his hands down your body, and you can feel him press hot and heavy against your thigh. Fuck, he is hung. “We’ll have some more privacy, and…”

“No, this is fine,” you say quickly, your eyes scanning the crowd of people across the yard. Most of them are unaware of your makeout session, and your glance slides right past them, but suddenly you detect Joel not too far away from where you are. He is staring right at you, gripping his whiskey glass in your hand, and when the guy next to him says something, he only shakes his head, not breaking his glance with you.

“Are you…”

“I said this is fine,” you said sharply to the guy with his hands on your hips. A frown plays over his face, and in a gesture of good will you let your hand brush over the crotch of his pants, tracing the outline of his dick. “Nobody is watching.”

He groans, his lips finding yours again as he pushes himself against your hand. You kiss him back eagerly this time, your arms around him as you turn him just the slightest bit so you can keep your view of Joel. He’s talking to the guy next to him now, a back and forth conversation, but every now and then his eyes slide back to you, and then there’s a nod he gives you that makes you shiver.

Baxter, or Bart, Bobby, or whatever the hell his name is, slips his hand under your skirt, and you moan when his fingertips trace your lacy underwear. You hear how he sucks in air for a second, then his chest almost puffs up in pride at how wet he finds you. Silly guy. He thinks it’s because of him, that his not-too-bad kisses have riled you up so much. Has no damn clue how Joel’s eyes are back on you again.

“Touch me,” you breathe at him, and then hold your breath when he does so. Thick fingers - though not as thick as Joel’s - slipping under the fabric of your panties, pulling them to the side while your eyes remain locked on Joel. You’re trying to merge the touches with your fantasies and the visual of Joel right in front of you, conjuring up his voice. You think of the way he’d tease you with slow, playful strokes over your pussy, each time a little more focused on your clit, making you delirious with need before he’d even consider sliding a finger into your soaked cunt.

But reality seems more than unwilling to blend with your fantasies. While initially the guy seemed to smell fine, you’re now noticing the overwhelming amount of generic fuck boy cologne he’s wearing, the scent unsettling and clearly something Joel would never even wear. He doesn’t smell like a hard day’s work on Joel does and his hands are too smooth, too well taken care of. No roughness from manual labor whatsoever, no finesse to tease you, and definitely not much muscle memory on how to properly get a woman going. 

Instead he’s just clumsy, perhaps because all the blood has rushed to his cock that’s pressing insistently against you. Substitute-Joel’s fingers slide over your folds only one disappointing time, clearly not even attempting to find your clit. He fumbles around as his own breathing grows heavy, then suddenly tries to push two fingers inside of you - without any further prep or even checking if that’s okay with you. 

It abruptly ruins the horny spell you’d been under several minutes ago, and you swear as you grab his hand to stop him, your pussy strongly objecting to his fingers trying to invade you. 

“Hey! Fucking hell,” you hiss, pulling his hand out of your underwear before he can go any further. “You always fingerbang girls without properly prepping them?”

“What? You’re practically dripping on me,” he hisses back as he looks confused. But you’re not about to end up in a discussion about how being wet doesn’t mean he can just shove his fingers inside of you - let alone without any warning.

“Never mind,” you say as you push him away from you, then straighten your clothes as you move away from the pergola. “Let’s just forget this happened, okay? I’ve gotta go say hi to someone.”

“Bitch,” he mutters at you, adjusting his tie and the collar of his shirt. On most days you would’ve gladly torn him a new asshole for that, but you’re just not in the mood to further engage with him. So you start to head into Joel’s direction, but then see that he seems to have moved elsewhere, leaving you to look around in confusion.

You look up when you hear a group of men laugh, and see your father shake some hands as he offers his audience a few more words. Joel is there too, you realize, still with a drink in his hand. Your father gives him a friendly pat on his arm, which is returned with Joel’s signature nod, as he then heads over to some other people who look more than eager to greet him. It makes your skin crawl to see him acting like some kind of politician, eager to make a good impression on everyone, and you quickly turn away from him to look back at Joel - who is now looking straight at you again, without saying anything.

It’s not until you’re back at the bar for another whiskey - you’ve lost track of how many you’ve had - that he shows up next to you, giving you a gentle nudge like you had done to him earlier. “D’you eat anything recently?”, he asks, absentmindedly playing with a coaster on the bar. You can smell the smokey alcohol on his breath, see that the buttons on his shirt are just a little more opened than they were a little while ago, and it just makes you ache for him.

“Shut up, Joel,” you mutter, but he doesn’t follow your suggestion - instead he picks up the whiskey that the bartender slides over to you and takes a sip of it.

“A water for her, please?”, he asks, then covers the liquor glass with his hand when you try to reach for it. “No. You’re done.”

You’re starting to seethe at this point. “Who the fuck you think you are telling me how much I can drink?,” you snap at him. His eyes are infuriatingly calm, but the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips makes it clear he’s a lot more amused than you are.

“Easy, darling. Just looking out for you, okay?” He pushes the glass of ice water on the counter over to you, but you have half a mind to throw it at him.

“Why are you bothering me?”

His eyebrows raise at the word ‘bothering’, but he doesn’t quite respond to it. “Just have some water and food,” he says softly. “You’ll feel like shit if you don’t.” 

“You’re drunk too.”

Joel rolls his eyes at you. “Yeah, well… have to get through this all somehow, don’t I? Been drinking water too, though.” He gives you a look as he takes another sip of whiskey, sighing.

“I don’t get why you’re here.” Your head is spinning a little, but at this point you’re not sure if it’s the booze or proximity to Joel that’s getting to you. The memory of that jock guy’s cologne is far from your mind by now, replaced now by that smell that you crave - the cologne you would recognize anywhere, layered with Joel’s own scent. And it’s driving you mad. “Nobody is making you, unlike they’re doing with me.” 

A smile plays over Joel’s face and he shrugs. “Your mom asked me.”

You can’t help but laugh. “My— what? And that’s why you’re voluntarily subjecting yourself to all of this?” You gesture around the yard, the groups of stuffy people, pretentious bite sized food and music that makes you desperately want to connect your phone to the speaker system. “I’ve been to so many of these. It’s awful, every single time.”

You’re waiting for him to tell you it’s not that bad, or even that you should suck it up. But instead he simply doesn’t respond, and only gives you a raised eyebrow as he has some more whiskey. When he puts the glass down on the bar, you impulsively swipe it and drain it before he can interfere, waiting for an actual retort this time. 

A frown slides onto his face and you grin almost triumphantly at the reaction, pushing the empty glass back towards him, only ice cubes remaining in it now. “I think you like dramatic,” you then blurt out, and see how he blushes slightly, the red flush creeping up from his chest to his neck.

“That what you think?” His eyes flick over you, and you nod, poking him in the chest with your finger. 

“Yeah. You’re… practical. Proper. Maybe kinda boring. You got your routine.” You really should stop talking with all that liquor in your system, but you refuse to admit he was right about you needing to sober up. “Maybe getting close to a midlife crisis? Working your job and then all the reno on your house. Don’t see you chill a whole lot.” 

You run your finger a little down his chest, then place your full hand against his shirt as you lean over to his ear. “I think you want some fun,” you whisper in his ear, barely audible due to the music playing at the party. “Somebody who shakes things up. Brings a little drama and excitement.”

Joel’s eyes are slightly unfocused from the whiskey, just like yours probably are, and you can tell that his guard is down in ways that you haven’t experienced before. “Old, huh? Boring, old, and close to a midlife crisis,” he says after a moment, a smirk on his face as he shakes his head. “But you would shake things up? Why would you bother with an old man?”

“Maybe I’m into that.” You bite your lip as you hesitate for a moment. “The whole DILF thing. And don’t think I haven’t noticed you watching me.”

His smirk widens into an actual grin now as he laughs, looking away at some commotion or a gathering that’s happening at the party. When he looks back at you, his eyes are darker than usual, and you can’t help but feel a shiver run down your spine.

“Little girl. You are in over your head.” His words are measured and quiet as he seems to pick them carefully, his hand now reaching for yours that’s still resting against his chest, and he gently pulls it off his shirt. “ Y’don’t even have a clue of what you’re playing with, darling. What are you gonna do? Rock my world? At your father’s party?”

“I don’t give a shit about his party,” you say sharply, but he shakes his head, interrupting you.

“But that’s the thing. You do,” he murmurs. “Y’couldn’t be more thrilled than to do so here, just to make a scene. Like you did with that guy.”

You feel victorious hearing him confirm that he had been watching you, and together with his ‘little girl’ comment it’s enough to make you soak your panties on the spot. “Were you jealous?”, you ask him challengingly.

He chuckles again, this time getting up from the barstool, and you take in his physique, admiring the way those tailored pants fit around his thighs. “Have some more water. And food,” he tells you, and in the split second you have before he turns away, you make up your mind. Perhaps it’s more like instinct, to do what you’ve been stopping yourself from doing for a while now. 

You grope him. 

Fingers quick as you cup him through his pants, closing around his balls and a part of his dick. It takes effort to bite back a whimper at finally feeling him, thick and hot and heavy in your hand, after all those weeks that you’ve been here and tried to figure out what the right move was. You hold his eyes defiantly, lips parted as you’d like to use your words but they all seem stuck in your throat.

His surprised intake of air when you grab him is immediate, and he looks frazzled as he shakes his head, tugging your hand abruptly away from his cock. “You out of your damn mind?”, he hisses, looking more than just a little flustered. “In front of everyfuckingbody?”

“So come insi—” The words die on your tongue when you suddenly see your mom approaching from a couple of feet behind Joel, unaware of what’s happening between the two of you, but apparently in search of you as she calls your name. Joel and you immediately step away from each other, him leaning against the bar as he seems to need a moment to compose himself. You have even less time to plaster a smile on your face for your mother, so you just nod enthusiastically as she rambles at you about some person’s son you should come meet. Your heart feels like it’s hammering out of your chest as you force yourself to tell her that you’d love to meet them, bringing a smile to your mom’s face.

Just as you’re about to join her to meet this person, your mom pauses at the bar and puts her hand on Joel’s shoulder. “By the way, he said that he could use your help with moving that thing, if you have time? Think he’s inside, couldn’t find you,” she said, and Joel nods while humming something affirmatively. His eyes flit to you for a split second before he looks down at the bar again, and he seems to wait until the two of you have moved away until he goes inside.    

You’re in a mild daze as you follow your mom through the crowd, performing the role you’re expected to play, while the moment that you grabbed Joel plays on repeat in your head. The gasp that spilled from his lips, the way he didn’t say “no” - just “in front of everybody?”, which was an entirely different thing, and frankly… he wasn’t wrong.

You can wait. Just that little bit longer. It’ll be so worth it.

Joel's outfit at the party (as a dress shirt and pants instead of a jumpsuit):

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Jake Kiszka x Reader

Moonlit Waters

Summary: A short run after a long day turns out to be more than you'd bargained for.

Word Count: 5k

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A/N: Hi everyone! Here is @mar-rein12 and I's first Jake oneshot. Marley has been fiending for Jake, much like most sane people, so we wanted to write a little Jake oneshot. Enjoy our first Jake oneshot, Moonlit Waters.

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, penetrative sex, fingering, praise, dirty talk, slight submissive/dom, flirting, choking, slapping, public sex, skinny dipping

Y/N's POV

Today was such a long day. The kids at school were extra wound up. You thought that after a lengthy math lesson your students would be able to calm down for snack time. You were very much wrong. Just when you sat down at your desk to indulge in your pretzels, you heard a blood-curdling scream from the back of the classroom. 

You perked up from your chair to see what was the matter. Turns out one of the kids convinced another kid that a taki was a strawberry flavored candy. He ended up crying and working himself up so much that he threw up. Just after you had finally calmed down from that situation, you brought out a spring craft to entertain the kids. That didn’t last too long after one of your students got glue stuck in another girl’s hair. You spent half an hour trying to wash the glue out from her hair in the classroom bathroom. On top of all of that, you were drowning in lesson plans and working to finish grading last week's spelling test. You were spent. 

When you finally walk through your front door, you immediately collapse on the couch and take a few minutes to reflect on your day. You thought about your plans for the rest of the evening and realized you had nothing on your plate. You decide that going on a run would be really good for you right now. You pick yourself up from the couch and make your way upstairs to your bedroom. You skim through your athletic sets and decide on a white sports bra and biker shorts matching set. After sliding on your white socks and hot pink Hokas you toss your hair up into a slicked back ponytail and head downstairs. 

You walk out onto your porch and start a running workout on your apple watch. You opt to not bring any water, considering you were just going on a short little run. As you take your normal route you pass by the playground where you sometimes see your students, but after today you decided to just keep running and not make any confrontation. Your adrenaline takes over and you don’t even remember making it to a mile. You take a cut to the left and find a tree to take a breather under. You had been working on your speed so you weren’t worried about having to take a break. 

I wish I had some water.

Why wouldn’t you just bring your hydration pack? Your breathing was heavy. You turn towards the tree, putting your hands up to brace yourself and try to control yourself. As if your heart rate could not get higher you feel a tap on your shoulder. 

You turn around expecting it to be one of your students, but you’re met with the face of a very handsome man. He has big brown eyes and his chestnut locks were tied up in a bun. But the thing that was most apparent to you was his shirtless body. He was toned and muscular in all the right places, and the sheen of sweat over him made you go crazy. 

“Are you okay?” The gorgeous man asks you, his tone laced with concern. 

You just stare back at him with wide eyes for a moment, before you open your mouth to speak. “Yeah… I’m okay. I think I just need some water.” He pulls a water bottle from a fanny pack that was tightly wrapped around his waist. You couldn’t help but stare at his v-line that traveled beneath his black lululemon running shorts. God, why did they have to fit him so perfectly.

He offers the water bottle out to you, you give him a skeptical look. 

“I promise there's nothing wrong with it, I haven't even opened it yet.” You accept the water bottle before taking a few large sips. 

“I needed that, thank you…” You trail off realizing you had never gotten his name.

“Jake.” He reaches a hand out to give you a shake.

“Y/n.” You smile, taking his hand in yours giving him a firm shake. “Well I should get back to my run, thank you for the water Jake.” You offer him a bright smile, turning away to start running again. 

“Wait-” He says before you could get far. “If you don’t mind, could I join you for your run? I promise I’ll keep up with you. I’ve seen you run around the neighborhood before, you're pretty fast.”

You were flattered. “Yeah of course. Do you wanna take my route?”

“Lead the way.” You begin your run with Jake and take him back the way you came. You begin talking with him as you make it back down the sidewalks. You learn that he is new to the area and that he only lives a street down from you. He is kind and very musically talented. He talked about how he's in a band with his brothers and best friend and actually showed you a few songs after you begged to hear them. 

As you pass by the playground for the second time today you hear a loud noise coming from the swings. 

“MISS Y/L/N.” A student of yours screams while being pushed on the swings. 

“Hi Lily.” You send her a bright smile and a wave to her mom. 

“Is that your boyfriend Miss y/l/n?” 

Oh god, this is embarrassing.

“Nope, just a new friend. I’ll see you on Monday.” You give her a warm smile, hoping she will hold off on the inappropriate questions.

As you continue your run, you turn into Jake, giving him an apologetic look. “Sorry about that, kids can be crazy. They always love to speak their mind.” A nervous giggle bubbles out of you.

“No worries, it was funny.” He lets out a laugh. A smile spreads across your face as you hear it. 

—

When you finally make it back to your house, you stand in your driveway. You turn to face him, not really knowing where to go from here.

“I like that route a lot. That was really fun. Thank you for letting me join you.” He shoots you a sweet smile and you can’t ignore the warm feeling in your chest.

“Of course! We should definitely run together more often. It’s nice to have someone who can… almost keep up.” You shoot him a dorky wink and begin to laugh. He joins in on the laughter and you feel honored to be a source of happiness for him.

He stops laughing and he looks… nervous? He looks like he’s thinking about something. “Jake, is everything okay?” You ask him out of concern.

“Yeah, yes. Everything is great actually. I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to get dinner with me tonight? I know it’s last minute and you probably have plans but there is this really good smoothie bowl place in downtown Nashville. Only like 20 minutes away.” He’s nervously pushing his hair back and you can’t help but get butterflies.

“Yes, I’d love to get dinner with you. What time?” 

“Oh okay great! How about I pick you up in an hour?” He says.

“Sounds good, can’t wait.” You start walking up the stairs leading to your front door and turn over your shoulder to smile at him.

You see him eyeing your body up and down. You’re happy you picked the set to wear that you did. You quickly run inside and start a shower. After washing up and shaving you hop out to pick an outfit. You don't want to be too fancy or too underdressed so you opt for a casual floral sundress that you often get compliments on. 

You look at the clock, realizing he will be here to pick you up any minute. You do some light makeup, consisting of only blush and mascara. Your cheeks were a little sunkissed from your run earlier, providing you with a natural glow. Usually, you would curl your hair but due to the time constraints you decide to just let your natural waves dry. 

You quickly run over to the window and see him pulling into the driveway. You scramble to put your beige sandals on and spray a quick spritz of perfume. After grabbing your purse you’re out the door and hurry out to his black Jeep, hopping in the passenger side. 

You were feeling a mix of emotions. It felt like a middle school date. You hadn’t been on a date in a really long time, not a real date at least. Since graduating college you had been busy with substituting and trying to get a job, and since getting one, dating was put on the back burner. 

“Hi Jake.” You lean over and give him a hug over the center console. 

“Hi Y/n, you look so beautiful.” You watch as his eyes trail over your body, his gaze lingering around your chest and traveling down to scan over your bare legs. You blush under his stare. He starts to back out of your driveway and you take the opportunity to admire him. He was wearing a black linen set, the shirt halfway unbuttoned showcasing his tanned chest and stomach. His silver chains resting against his skin in the most perfect contrast. 

You can tell he just showered as well, as the tips of his hair are still wet. His cologne wafts through the air in a clean, woodsy scent. 

“You’re too sweet, you look pretty handsome yourself Mr.Guitarist.” He cracks a smile at the nickname. 

“Ahh, so you remembered, Miss.Y/l/n?” 

You feel your cheeks getting hotter as he continues to talk to you, being flustered by the name he just called you. When your students call you it reminds you of school and all your responsibilities. But when Jake calls you it, it's so incredibly sexy. 

“Why you blushing y/n, I barely said anything?” He props one arm on the center console, opting to drive with only one hand which makes your stomach do a flip. 

“I don’t know, I’m a little nervous. I haven't been on a date with an attractive man in a while.” Your comment makes Jake giggle, making you realize what you just said. “I mean- not that I assumed this was a date, you know just since you asked and…”

“Y/n. It’s a date. I’m happy to be able to spend my evening with such a gorgeous woman.” 

After driving the next 20 minutes with light chatter about running and listening to music you finally got to the cafe. You both hop out of the Jeep, Jake walking you up, making sure to hold the door for you on your way in. After looking at the menu you decide to get a classic banana bowl with granola and nutella, Jake opting for the strawberry banana bowl with granola and topped with assorted fruit. 

After a few moments of waiting your names are finally called. 

Jake makes his way over to the counter. “Anyway I could get these in a bag please? Thank you.” He turns back to you to continue your conversation at hand.

“Aren’t we eating here?” You ask, a little confused at his question. 

“I mean that would be a little boring. I have a place that I think we will both like a lot better. It’s where I take a lot of my runs.” Jake grabs the take out bag off the table and makes his way to the door. Once giving you a helping hand into his car you and Jake were on your way to the mystery location. After a short drive you pull off onto a dirt road that leads back to a large park with lots of hiking and running trails. 

“How have I never known about this?” You say as you hop out of the car.

“I don’t know but it’s really amazing. If you don’t mind a small walk I wanna take you to a really pretty spot. No one will bother us there, it looks off onto a lake and always has the prettiest sunsets.” He says opening the trunk to pull out the folded up gingham picnic blanket. 

“I wouldn’t mind the walk at all.” You grab the bag of smoothie bowls and Jake quickly takes the bag from you, replacing it with his own hand. You really liked how confident he was, always so sure of himself. As he leads you up a small path and around a few curves you finally make it to a hidden space behind a line of trees. It was just as he said. A small patch of land connected to a large lake outlooking into the sunset. It was perfect.

“Wow, Jake. This is just so-” 

“Beautiful?” He turns his head to look down at you, giving you the softest smile. 

“Yeah… yeah, I mean this is incredible.” You look out at the lake, the orange, pinks, and purples of the sky reflecting onto the clear water. 

Jake begins laying out the blanket on the grass before he takes a seat, the water only being a few feet away. 

“I brought a little surprise.” He looks at you with a mischievous grin, as you sit down on the blanket. You give him a questioning look, narrowing your eyes at him.

��Reallyyy…” You crawl over to him on the blanket, wanting to be as close as you possibly could to him. He just has such a magnetic pull, unlike anything you’ve ever experienced with another man. 

“It’s nothing special, just a little something…” He was teasing you now. You give him a certain look as if to say ‘get on with the surprise’. He giggles a little and pulls a green bottle of wine from a bag you didn’t even notice he had grabbed when leaving the car. 

A warm smile spreads across your face at his sweet gesture. “Jake, this is perfect. This is my favorite white wine too, but I don’t buy it very often because of the price. How did you know?” Your smile morphs into a smirk as he hands you the bottle allowing you to inspect it. 

“Just a lucky guess, I suppose. I did forget glasses though.” He looks a little… embarrassed?

“Hmm, well, nothing wrong with drinking it straight from the bottle, am I right?” Your words cause a whole-hearted chuckle to erupt from his chest.

“Nothing wrong with that at all, darling.” There it is again, those goddamn butterflies. Slow your roll, y/n. You just met him today. He reaches into his bag again, pulling out a corkscrew and taking the bottle from your hands. “Let me open this for you.” He pops the cork with ease and immediately takes a large sip of it. “Mmm, that’s some good stuff.” He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and hands the bottle over to you, willing you to take a sip. 

You take the bottle, as Jake watches you intently. A newfound confidence surges through you under his gaze, you decide to give him a little bit of a show. You wrap your lips around the rim, making sure to keep eye contact with Jake. You tilt your head back, taking a larger sip than you’d like to admit. You wipe your chest of the wine you spilt. You look back at Jake, he reaches for your chin and wipes your chin clean. 

“So y/n, tell me some more about yourself.” He grabs the bowls and opens them for you, ready to hear whatever you have to say. 

As your night went on and the bottle of wine was polished off, you and Jake knew almost everything about each other. About each other's childhood, jobs, exes, and everything in between. The sun went down and the temperature became chilly.  You never want the night to end. As Jake stares up into the starry sky you admire his profile. His perfect nose, lips, jawline. The way his hair sprawled around his face on the blanket. You were, no doubt, feeling a little fuzzy from the wine. 

“Hey y/n, do you wanna do something fun?” He sits up on his elbow, looking into your eyes. 

“What do you have in mind?” You prop yourself up on your elbows, now. 

“Well usually at this point no one is here. A few people are walking the main track but nothing near here. You wanna skinny dip?” He smirks up to you, tucking your hair behind your ear. 

“Oh,” You can feel the blush rise to your cheeks at his suggestion, “Yes, let's do it.” You are very excited, but also a little nervous. It has been months since any man has seen you naked. You can’t lie though, after seeing Jake in those tiny running shorts you were wondering what else he had to offer. You stand up off the blanket and look around making sure no one is around. As you grab the bottom of your dress you realize Jake is still looking at you. 

“Uh Jake could you-”

“Oh yes sorry.” He flips himself over so he is face down on his stomach. You giggle and pull the dress above your head. After removing your bra and panties, dropping them onto the blanket in a little pile you make your way into the cool water. When Jake heard the water move behind him, he flipped himself back over and rid himself of his clothing in a blink of an eye. He ran into the lake and dove towards the deeper water, splashing you in the process. Normally something like this would turn you off, but you admire how he is mature yet can still have a playful side to himself.

You were unable to get a good look at him just yet, the anticipation absolutely killing you. You swim your way over to him, there was that magnetic pull again. You stop a couple feet in front of him, “So, skinny dipping? What gave you that idea Mr. Guitarist?” 

“I mean would it be bad to say staring at you all night gave me the idea. I mean you are so gorgeous, plus I didn’t want the night to end just yet.” He reaches towards you, grabbing your hands to hold them. The feeling in your core was becoming more prevalent, more than you’d expect. You move his hands to your hips, allowing him access to touch you. With this newly granted privilege Jake pulls you closer to him, so you both are less than a few inches apart.

“You know, you looked breathtaking in that running set today. White is definitely your color.” He speaks lowly into your ear.

“Thank you Jake, your hair looks very good in the bun.”

“Thanks Ms. Y/L/N. I know I haven’t seen you naked yet, but I just know every bit of you is perfect.”

“Yet? What are you insinuating Jake? How sick of you to assume such a thing.” You giggle at your own words, hoping he is enjoying the teasing as much as you are. 

“Oh darling, don’t act like you haven’t been eyeing me up all day. Playing with the skirt of your dress and pulling it up your thigh when we were laying over there. Messing with my hair. You’ve been such a tease all evening. Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want it.”

“I don’t have to say shit to you.” You smirk at him, trailing your hand up his back to yank his hair, allowing you to look him dead in the eyes. He lets out a short and quiet groan as his hands massage over your hips, traveling dangerously close to your heat.

“Tell me y/n, do you want it or not.” He leans down kissing your neck softly. 

“I think you already know the answer to that.” You release your grip from his hair, and grab onto his hand. He gives you a questioning look before you move his hand to gently rest on your tit. 

“Maybe I do, but I wanna hear you say it.” He squeezes your tits harder.

“Fine, yes I want you, I want you badly. Now are you going to do something about it or not.”

With no time to wait Jake's mouth connects to yours, immediately slipping his tongue into your mouth, both of you fighting for dominance. You allow your hands to travel down his sides and the tops of his thighs, quickly remembering he was completely bare. Jake breaks away from the heated kiss, grabbing your hips and lifting you out of the water. 

After carrying you back over to the blanket, he gently lays you down. You can’t help but feel laid out for him, completely vulnerable. You bring your arms over your chest, in an attempt to cover yourself up. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asks you with furrowed brows. 

“What?”

“Covering yourself, I wanna see you darling.” He grabs your wrist, pulling your arms above your head. He takes a moment to admire your chest, a smirk spreads across his face. “Mmmm. See, I told you every bit of you is perfect and goddamn I was so right.” 

Jake leans forward attaching his lips to your neck, leaving sloppy kisses down towards your chest. “Such perfect skin, I’d almost feel bad marking you up.” 

“Do it please, I wanna remember this night.” You bring your hands up to his head, tangling your fingers through his wet locks. 

Jake returns back down, sucking hard into your skin, leaving many purple marks across your chest. “It might look a little better with all these marks now darling.” Jake kisses each of the marks, soothing them each with his tongue. 

You’re pulled out of the heated moment when you remember anyone still out on the lake would without a doubt be able to see what the two of you were up to. “Um, Jake?” He releases his mouth from your chest as he looks up at you.

“What baby, Is everything okay?” He questions your sudden uneasiness, afraid of overstepping any of your boundaries. 

“The people out on the lake…” You trail off, suddenly hyper aware of the situation you were in. 

“What about them?” He smirks down at you.

“W-what if they see?” You bit down on your lip, anxiety building within you. 

“I hope they fucking do. I want them to see me fucking you senselessly, and hearing your pathetic little moans while you try to take my cock.”

“Hmm. Try?” You give him a challenging look and wrap your hand behind the back of his neck, pulling him down so your lips are by his ear. “Who said I couldn’t take your cock, hm?” 

“Oh, baby we will see about that.” He gives a quick kiss to your plump lips, in the most taunting, condescending way. 

“I’m a good girl, Jake. I take what’s given to me sooo well, but you wouldn’t know that because you’re being so goddamn slow. Just fuck me already.” You spit back at him, willing him to just do something, anything. 

“Keep being a fucking brat and you’ll be wishing you didn’t say that. You’ll get it when I say you can.” His hand snakes up to rest on your throat, his gripping slightly tightening. 

“Harder.” You watch him smirk, and just shake his head in disbelief. 

“Who knew we had a little freak on our hands. Tsk tsk.” He leans his head down to your ear now. “But if that's what the ‘good girl’ wants, it’s what she’ll get.” His grip tightens around your neck causing a whimper to escape from your lips. 

“Jake, fucking touch me. Please, baby, please. Need it so bad.” Sure, you sound desperate, but you most definitely are. 

“Well, since you begged me so pretty…” His hand traces its way down your chest and over your stomach to rest right over your center. He slides his fingers over your slit collecting the wetness pooling at your entrance. 

A loud whine escapes from you. He is barely even touching you yet, but the effects of the wine were causing you increased sensitivity. 

His touch moves up to your clit, rubbing gentle circles. You’re struggling to keep yourself composed, squirming and twisting underneath him. 

“Look at this pretty, little clit so swollen and sensitive for me. Who got you like this baby?”

“You- fuck. You do,” You are practically panting, legs shaking, head spinning. His touch is so addictive, you are sure you never want him to leave from in between your thighs. 

He takes your moment of hysteria to slip in a finger. You grip onto his biceps in attempt to ground yourself. To keep yourself as collected as you possibly can when the most attractive man, you may have ever seen, has his fingers deep in your pussy. 

He adds another finger, while also picking up speed. You feel your orgasm quickly approaching you. 

“You’re so wet, darling. My fingers are sliding in and out of this gorgeous pussy so easy, fuck.” He looks down at his fingers that are now drilling into you. 

“Oh god don’t stop Jake please I’m so fucking close.”

“Yeah? Are you baby? You want me to get you there, make you feel so good and cum all over my fingers.” His lips connect with your hardened nipple, giving a harsh suck. 

His other hand that was once on your neck, trails down landing directly on your clit. With only a couple swirls and a few more pumps, you were unraveling beneath him. Moans and curses flying from your tongue and floating into the night air. Your body tenses up and then relaxes. 

His look of amazement and admiration was enough for you to gather the strength for the main event. 

“You cum so pretty darling. You ready for my cock now?” You quickly nod in response, unable to form any actual words. He lines himself up at your entrance and slowly slides himself inside you. 

“Oh God.” You whimper out, the stretch slightly painful yet so delicious. He stays there a few moments to allow you to adjust to his large size. 

“You gonna take my fat cock as well as you say?” He begins to move his hips, rather slowly at first.

“Mmm, yes baby. Anything for you, fuck.” You grip onto his ass coaxing him to go faster. 

“Aht,” He gives a swift smack to your clit, causing your body to recoil and eyes to roll back into your skull. “I’ll go at my own pace, thank you very much.” He continues on with his slow but deep thrusts. 

“I-I’m sorry, sir.” You watch his eyes darken from the name. You unknowingly hit his weak spot, causing him to speed up his pace. Taking notice of this change, you decide to have a little fun with him. “Sir, eh? That really get you going baby?” 

“You have no idea what you do to me, darling. You’re just so fucking sexy. Say it again.” He’s practically slamming into you now, feeling his tip brush against your cervix. 

“God you’re so deep, harder. Please sir, I’m begging.”

He takes long, deep thrusts inside of you. You were almost at your breaking point yet again. How he manages to do that to you so quickly, you were unsure. Must be magic in those fingers and cock of his. 

“So.” He gives you a particularly deep thrust. “Fucking.” Followed by another. “Tight.” He gives another, and quickly proceeds to piston in and out of your soaked core. 

“Oh my god Jake I’m gonna cum don’t stop.” You were gripping him so tight, he might have bruises tomorrow. 

“Cum baby, cum around my cock.” You feel the wave of pleasure wash over you, feeling that familiar tightness in your core. As Jake reaches his high you continue to take in all of him. 

“Cum in my mouth Jake, I wanna taste you so bad. Please, sir?”

“Oh fuck baby…” Jake pulls out of you, bringing his cock to your face. You grab his length, stroking him to his completion. 

His head falls back as an animalistic groan releases from inside him. “I’m cumming, holy shit.” You feel his liquids hit the back of your throat, the warmth and saltiness washing over your tastebuds. 

He pulls his cock out of your mouth, but you refuse to swallow it down just yet. You tap him on his thigh signaling him to look at your face. You open your mouth, allowing him to see his cum sitting there on your tongue. 

“Fuck…” Jake wipes a little from the corner of your mouth. Figuring you’d savored his flavor long enough, you swallow him down. 

He collapses beside you on the blanket, both of you attempting to catch your breath. 

“I would offer you a drink after that but we’re out of wine.” He giggles pulling you closer to him.\, wrapping an arm around your waist. 

“That’s okay, I don’t mind the taste of you.” Jake chuckles, pressing a kiss onto your forehead. “Jake, can I ask you something?” You move to sit in an upright position. 

“If it’s I have any STDs, one no, and two you should have asked that before.” You laugh at his comment, appreciating his sense of humor. 

“Well, I wanted to know if you’d like to be running buddies? You know just every once and a while, having someone to run with was really fun today.”

“I would be honored darling.” He says, bringing a hand to his chest in awe. “Only if we get to do more than just running.”

“What are you implying Jake?” You raise an eyebrow at him, curiously. 

“I don’t know, maybe another date.” He looks out to the lake, avoiding your eyes at all cost.

“I would love another date, but I’m picking the restaurant next time.” You take his face into your hand, turning it back towards you.

“Anything you want, baby.” He presses a tender kiss onto your swollen lips. 

As you lay on the lakeside, wrapped up in each other's embrace you look out onto the lake taking in this moment on the moonlit waters. The only sound that could be heard was Jake’s finally calmed breathing and the chirping of the crickets in the distance. 

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Bad idea right..?

Coriolanus Snow x fem reader

warnings: Smut I try okay😭

Word count: 2.3k

Context: Au where it's in a normal college no Hunger Games.

At Pilth College, it was known that Y/n L/n and Coriolanus Snow were in a on and off relationship and if you tried to get between the two you’d only get your feelings hurt, the two were made for each other but they had their problems.

Coriolanus was a jealous monster, While y/n was too oblivious sometimes they’d break up because y/n felt suffocated by Coriolanus's love and he’d state how she let guys hit on her on purpose just to make him mad which wasn’t true.

Both were gifted with looks like hand-crafted marble sculptures made for one another, though as much as Y/n tried to find someone else to be in a romantic relationship none could compare to the way Coriolanus loved her and ended up always going back to him.

As word of Sejanus throwing a house party since parents were leaving for the weekend to go to Italy. Everyone was invited and her friend's group was planning to go Coriolanus was attending since he was Sejanus's close friend, they had just broken up again this time much messier, and Y/n's friends were encouraging her to dip her toe on the dating scene.

Y/n was near finishing getting ready. She had already finished her makeup her hair was straightened and her outfit was a black mini skirt, paired with black stockings and black boots, her top was a black tank top, pulled off with a navy blue Jean denim jacket and some jewelry. Once her Lyft got to the house she was done and headed out out.

As Y/n gets out of the car she enters the party she sees her friends immediately and a smile spreads on her face “There’s the infamous Y/n” her friends joke as she bows and all together they laugh.

After a while y/n goes to the kitchen to get a drink holding the red cup in her hands, just as Sejanus walks threw his whole house and spots y/n and quickly sneaks his way to Coriolanus who was standing in a corner siping his drink from the red plastic cup not interested in anything bored.

“Coryo guess what!” Sejanus says trying to play with Him but Coriolanus just raises his eyebrow in response “Y/n is here at the party and is redeeming her cup in the kitchen and is alone” he says smiling telling his friend.

Catching the ears of Coriolanus and in the blink of an eye, he leaves to go find Y/n in the kitchen chugging what's left of his drink to have. A proper excuse to be there and stand next to Y/n “Hey missed me?” he says towering over her smirking seeing how good she looks right now she turns her head and gives him a sweet smile “I did what have you been up to Snowball?” she says.

After a while of catching up, the conversation changes to flirting as Y/ns friends start to look for her becoming worried about why she hasn't come back one of her friends spots her on the counter eyes locked in Coriolanus’s her ex of all people.

“Y/n L/n get your ass over here!” her friend call out for her firmly as a parent would to their child who doesn't know better “I have to go now nice talking to you again croyo”

Y/n soon walks off with her friend being lectured by the rest of the friend group for what feels like 10 minutes telling her she shouldn't be trying to get back with Coriolanus “Yes I know he's my ex but can't two people connect! He was telling me how he's trying to change” she says trying to plead as they shake their heads in disapproval.

“You were practically drooling over him and didn't He say that last time to you last time you broke up?” her friend says not impressed “he's just trying to be my friend and then maybe more…” Y/n says the last part under breath.

“Well, I'm gonna go home tired and don't think I'd like to be hungover in the morning,” Y/n says to her friends as she enters the Lyft dropping her home.

I haven't changed clothes yet and just lay in bed phone in my hands watching TikToks to cure my boredom as I get a message “Wanna come over 💗” from the contact name “Goldy locks Snowball” I bite my lip thinking if I should be logical “whatever its fine” I think as I sent him a text back a thumbs up with a kissing emoji.

I head out with my Keys driving to his apartment complex I knock on his doot on the second floor he opens the door standing and smiling at me as I try to think if I should leave last second but my mind is fuzzy seeing him look so sexy in that wife beater and his blond long curls in this light.

I smile pushing him inside take off my shoes and lock the door as his lips crash onto mine pushing me against the wall my legs wrapping around his abdomen as our tongues explore each other and my hands reach his blond curly locks.

“Someone sure did miss me,” he says smirking “Shush goldilocks take me to the bed!” I say using one of my many nicknames for him and grunt horny as he takes us to his bedroom as we take off our clothes until we're both bare naked.

Coriolanus eyes are attached to your round juicy breast as he presses his lips against my nipple, his teeth moving along the peaked bud. He extended his hand to grip and tickle my other breast, not wanting to leave one neglected.

I moaned loudly into the room as he lifted his hand to grasp and amuse my other breast, moving between the two, not wanting to leave one ignored.

"God dam it," he moaned as he continued away. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." he says in between his kisses on my breast and the licks causing me to whimper.

I want to return the favor so I started handing at his covered cock with my hands. Coryo closed his eyes and pushed himself closer to my grasp. I had a strong desire to show him how much I missed him while enjoying the way I was making him feel.

he released every last drop of his cum into my mouth as he pulled out his face ridden with blush “You look so beautiful right now” he says breathing rapidly.

He wasted no time and began inching his way into me. He rocked himself into me, grunting. “Coryo!” I moan to the feeling tears slipping out

"Shit." He whimpered "You're fucking tense. Just rest out for me, hmm, love? You're doing wonderfully well "You're a good girl, my dear."

Desperate to feel his fingers burying into my hips, his nails grazing my skin, and his lips bruising my flesh as he fucked so passionately “I'm close so- close!” I moan out.

I cum on his cock as his hot seed fills me as he collapsed above me, his eyes closed, his forehead resting against yours "It's okay, I'm on the pill" I say as I try to breathe as we lay under his covers.

I'm now staring at the roof of his bedroom his arm over me tucking his head into my shoulder and falling into sleep as I think “Was this a bad idea?” I turn my head and close my eyes letting myself feel the love in the moment.

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feel free to imagine a sexy interpretation. Also, I'm going to add a loss of virginity here just for fun. In this scenario, Dream is finally willing to admit to himself that he loves the reader, but he's still not willing to confess (and he's also still a possessive/obsessive jerk), so instead he chases after the woman's dreams, especially until even your wet dreams. And 2 possible catalysts here, either Dream sees that the reader is dreaming about having sex with someone else and becomes insanely jealous or he sees someone flirting with the reader in the waking world and becomes insanely jealous XD. This is so Dream, like a king, he feels entitled to the reader and his time, and while he's trying to work up the courage to confess, he makes sure the reader can't hook up with anyone else.

I Am Yours, But Are You Mine

(Morpheus x Female Reader)

Warnings: Minor language, suggestive situations, kinda possessive Morpheus

Word Count: 1651

A/N: Oh my goodness, thank you so much for being so patient! Unfortunately, Morpheus has been one of those characters that I haven't been as motivated to write. And I hate forcing myself to write when I'm uninspired. Thankfully, I found sparks of it here and there.

I tried to follow your request as truly as I could (the lost of virginity didn't quite make it), but I ran with your possible catalyst options! I do think I need to work on my jealous/entitled Morpheus, though. I think he could've turned out better.

Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy it! And thank you for requesting it!

Images of you and that human haunted him. It was all he could think about as he sat on the staircase to his throne. How that man approached you. How he smiled, and you returned it. How he made you laugh, soft and delicate.

Morpheus’ jaw tightened, and he snapped his book shut.

Was it too late?

Had he lost you before he could have you?

He closed his eyes, trying to fight those thoughts with the ones of you and him.

How, when Morpheus appeared, you greeted him with warmth and tenderness. How you touched his arm in reassurance or when you were startled. You knew he would protect you. It was instinctual how you moved closer and tucked yourself behind him.

He had never felt more vital.

And yet, earlier, you had that same kindness for that man.

How long had you known him? When did you meet him? What was he to you?

You would have told Morpheus about any romantic partners.

His fist clenched as his arm hung off his knee.

To think, mere days ago, he had realized that he loved you. He would have been content to dedicate himself to you silently. An ever-present confidant for his heart’s deepest desire. How quickly things could change.

He had to do something.

—

Morpheus had grown more agitated throughout the day. The more he thought about you and that man, the darker his mind became. 

He had finished crafting new nightmares when he sensed you had entered the Dreaming.

He had to go to you. He needed to know what that man wanted from you—and if you wanted anything from him.

You didn’t need anything from that human.

He was quick to find you within your dream.

A replica of your home, which he found strange. Rarely did your dreams play out here. You were usually conscious within the Dreaming. And his heart went out to you, knowing your day must have been stressful.

He peered into your room and nearly unleashed every nightmare in his realm.

You were laid bare with that man hovering over you.

Morpheus’ knuckles whitened. And before he could think better—before he could calm himself. He swiped the dream away and sent you into the Waking World.

—

You woke with a frustrated groan.

Of course. Of course, you had to wake up when things were getting good.

You scrunched your nose when you recalled who had been in your dream.

You sighed. At least your subconscious knew not to dream about Morpheus in his kingdom. You might actually die if that happened.

Though, the replacement for him wasn’t all bad. You had noticed the similarities when you met him right away. Tall, black hair, lithe, but his eyes were brown and not the blue you had come to love. And where Morpheus’ presence held authority and power, the stranger’s had a shyness, a quiet confidence that you may have been attracted to in a different time. However, you only wanted one being.

You stretched before climbing out of bed.

You weren’t sure when you realized you loved Morpheus, but after you internalized it, you promised to never act on it.

There had to be hundreds, if not thousands, of creatures who had fallen for the Dream King. And yet, you had only heard of two that captured his attention. Who were you to think you stood a chance of being his? He was one of the most important beings in existence. You were a measly human—here and gone before he could blink.

You shook your head.

You were grateful for Morpheus’ friendship. He listened and held an interest in you that you couldn’t understand. You would gladly take whatever relationship you could have with him. 

You slowly got ready for your day. You had more time with your early waking and decided to do more with your makeup. It had been years since you applied makeup for someone else’s benefit. But you wondered if Morpheus would notice anything different.

Scrunching your nose again, you rid that thought from your mind. Morpheus didn’t care about how you looked. He’d told you appearances meant little to him, that it was dreaming that held someone’s true soul.

You wished you could know his.

—

Morpheus would’ve broken his teeth if he were human—and perhaps his wrist, too, if he squeezed any tighter.

He stood with his hands behind his back, staring out the stained glass windows in his throne room.

He had stopped your dream from continuing, but the reality was different.

His entire arsenal of power was at his disposal. Morpheus could do whatever he wished to that human, but that would only end in you being upset with him—or furious if extreme enough.

No, Morpheus had to prove himself. He had to make you see that he was the only one for you—that only he could provide for and protect you—stand by you in the way you deserved.

And he’d do so tonight.

—

Morpheus appeared in your kitchen doorway, mind racing. Anger and fear and uncertainty beneath a stony exterior.

And then he saw you. As stunning as ever.

And it all vanished.

All except his desire to tell you.

Your kindness and strength had lured him to you the moment you met. He’d come to know how closely you held those you cared about, and somehow, he was one of them.

And the thought of letting you go, of you choosing someone else…he couldn’t fathom that.

You brought him so much peace.

You spun from your refrigerator to your island, produce in hand, and finally saw him.

“Shit, Morpheus!” You held a hand to your heart. “Give me a warning next time.”

His face remained as still as ever, but you swore you saw a passing gleam in his eyes.

“My sincerest apologies,” he said, stepping toward you.

You waved it away, half believing him.

“Want anything to drink?” you asked, chopping the first ingredient.

He scanned the food, but you weren’t entirely sure he was seeing it.

“I must ask something of you,” he said.

“Okay.” You placed the knife down. “What is it?”

“Have you found someone?”

You tilted your head, brow pinched. “Found someone?”

Morpheus never hesitated when speaking—and you weren’t sure that was the word for it now—but something made him consider his next question carefully.

“Are you spoken for?”

You opened your mouth, then closed it, slowly connecting the dots.

“Are you asking if I’m dating anyone?” Your heart picked up. He had never asked something so intimate before.

“Yes.”

“No.” You licked your lips. “No. What brought this on?”

The faintest pink graced his cheeks. His eyes shifted to the side, then back.

“...You dreamt of him.” He breathed like something terrible would happen if he spoke louder.

Your heart clenched at his look of betrayal, trying to recall what he meant. Then, your eyes widened. He must have seen what happened at the coffee shop.

“Are you talking about that guy who came up to me?” you asked.

Morpheus shifted his chin downward, the most movement he used for a nod, and didn’t break eye contact.

“Morpheus…I don’t even remember his name,” you said, being as gentle with him as possible.

The space between his brows twitched. “You dreamt of him.”

Your head dropped in embarrassment.

You shrugged. “It’s been a while.”

It wasn’t much of an explanation. Although the guy had been attractive, you weren’t interested in him when he spoke—something unnecessary in dreams. All he had to do was get the job done, but with Morpheus' attitude, you could guess why that dream ended before anything could happen.

“Are you…jealous?” you asked.

“I am a king. I do not experience jealousy.” His head lifted ever so slightly.

“Historically, you do,” you said pointedly, trying to hide your smirk.

He hummed as if annoyed, but you knew better. You had stumped him.

“You are fortunate I hold you dear,” he said. “Not many can speak to me as such.”

You laughed breathily and stepped forward, grateful your answer pacified him.

You regarded him carefully. The smooth plains of his face, the sharp lines of his jaw and nose, his blue eyes. His lips. Your feelings for Morpheus were bubbling to the surface in a way you couldn’t ignore, and to think he possibly returned them? It nearly sent your head spinning.

“You know…I wouldn’t mind if you were a little jealous,” you said.

“And why is that?” He arched a brow, trying to remain composed.

“Because then it would mean you share my feelings,” you whispered. “It would mean I could kiss y—”

Lips were on yours—warm and powerful, a surge of pent-up passion. He’d waited far too long to taste you, to know the curves of your hips and the dip in your spine.

Your body melded into his as if he was the lock and you were the key. You opened him up to things he never thought he’d want to experience again. And you kept his secrets. You protected him. Made him feel safe. He was desperate to do the same for you.

You pulled away, but Morpheus followed, giving you quick kisses until you put a hand on his chest, laughing.

“Just…give me a second.” You inhaled. “One of us needs to breathe.”

The faintest pink graced his cheeks, and you grinned.

“I apologize. It slipped my mind,” Morpheus said.

You shook your head. “Don’t. Never apologize for doing that.”

You pecked his cheek, then the corner of his mouth, and lingered just beyond his lips.

“Guess I have someone else to dream about,” you whispered, each word brushing your lips against his.

He let out a low rumble. “There is no need to dream.”

His hands grasped the back of your neck and pulled you into him. You moaned when his sand whirled around you, knowing exactly where you were headed.

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comforting reassurance - Fabio Quartararo

Y/N x Fabio Quartararo Theme: smutish, teasing, touching, (little angsty) Fabio invited you out on a ride and even though you're nervous, you're ready to go on this adventure. word count: 1900+ taglist: @game-set-canet open for requests :)

Standing in Fabio's garage, you can feel the anticipation bubbling within you. The sleek lines of his Yamaha YZR-M1 gleam under the overhead lights, a marvel of engineering and power. The thought of your upcoming ride sends a thrill through you, though your nerves jitter just beneath the surface.

Your hands trace the contour of the bike's fuel tank, imagining the rush of the wind and the roar of the engine beneath you.

Suddenly, you feel a familiar warmth as Fabio hugs you from behind, his strong arms encircling your waist. You melt into him, savoring the comfort of his embrace. The scent of his cologne, a mix of citrus and wood, wraps around you like a second hug, soothing your nerves.

"Hey," he murmurs, his breath tickling your ear. "Are you ready for our adventure?"

You lean back against him, tilting your head to catch his eye. "I'm a bit nervous," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "I've never done anything like this before."

Fabio tightens his hold on you, his lips brushing against your temple in a gentle kiss. 

"You'll be fine," he reassures you, his voice steady and calming. "I promise you'll enjoy it. Trust me."

There is something so reassuring about the confidence in his voice, the way he always seems to know exactly what to say to make you feel better. 

He releases you briefly, and you turn to face him, catching the glint of excitement in his light brown eyes. 

Right away, you find yourself captivated. 

He is dressed in a black leather suit that mirrors his racing gear, yet it is more casual, almost effortlessly stylish. The way the leather hugs his body, accentuating his athletic frame, makes your heart skip a beat. The suit highlights his broad shoulders, toned arms, and narrow waist; each movement he makes exudes confidence and allure. It's clear he knows the effect it has; his playful smirk revealing his awareness.

With a boyish grin, he reaches for a hanger on the wall and pulls down one of his black leather jackets. It is beautifully crafted; the leather soft and supple yet sturdy.

"Here," he says, holding it out to me. "I want you to have this."

Your eyes widen in surprise. "Fabio, I can't take this. It's one of your racing jackets."

Fabio shrugs, his grin widening. 

"Consider it a gift. Besides, it looks better on you."

Blushing, you take the jacket and slip it on. It fits perfectly, hugging your frame like it was made for you. The weight of it is comforting, and you can't help but smile as you zip it up. 

Fabio steps back, admiring the sight with a satisfied nod.

As he moves around the garage, checking the bike and gathering the rest of your gear, you find yourself captivated by the way he carries himself again. There is a confidence in his stride, a quiet assurance that comes from years of knowing his skills on track. Even in this more relaxed attire, Fabio exudes a magnetic charm that draws your gaze.

"You look incredible," you blurt out, unable to contain your admiration.

He turns toward you with a playful grin, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Do I know?"

You nod emphatically, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. "Seriously, Fabio. You look amazing in that."

He chucled softly, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine. "Thank you," he replies sincerely, his voice low and velvety. "I'm glad you like it."

Like it? 

You are practically mesmerized by it. The way the leather jacket molds to his torso, the way his movements seem effortlessly graceful yet purposeful—it is a side of Fabio you haven't seen up close before, and it is simply captivating.

As he finishes up with the bike, Fabio turns to face you fully, his gaze warm and inviting. "Ready to hit the road?"

You nod eagerly, the anticipation building within you. "Absolutely."

You spend the next few minutes adjusting the helmet until it fits snugly. Fabio checks everything meticulously; his attention to detail makes you feel even more secure.

Finally, he climbs onto the bike and gestures for you to join him. Your heart pounds as you swing your leg over and settle behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

The engine roars to life beneath you, and you feel a jolt of excitement mingling with your nerves.

"Ready?" Fabio calls over his shoulder.

You take a deep breath and nod, even though he can't see you. "Ready!"

With that, you are off. 

The bike surges forward, and you tighten your grip around Fabio. The world blurs around you as you speed down the winding roads, the scenery a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes. The wind whips past you, cool and invigorating, and you find yourself laughing out loud at the sheer exhilaration of it all.

Fabio's expert handling of the bike is evident in every smooth turn and acceleration. He guides you effortlessly through the landscape, the powerful engine purring beneath you. Gradually, your nerves give way to pure joy. There is something magical about the freedom of the open road; the connection between you is amplified by the shared experience.

As you ride, your hands instinctively wander over Fabio's chest, feeling the firmness of his muscles beneath the leather suit. You can hear him muttering something—a chuckle, even—and you know he enjoys the sensation as much as you do.

Encouraged, your hands move lower to his waist, feeling the flex and movement of his body as he expertly maneuvers the bike. The vibrations of the engine resonate through his chest, adding to the thrill. 

Fabio then drives playfully, leaning into the curves with a confidence that makes the ride even more exhilarating. Subconsciously, your hands continue to explore, tracing the contours of his body, and you sense his enjoyment in the way his chest rumbles with laughter.

He speeds up again, and you hold on tighter, your hands clutching at his waist as the scenery whizzes past you. The rush of the wind and the feeling of being so close to Fabio combine to create an unforgettable experience. Each twist and turn brings a new surge of adrenaline, and you revel in the sensation of being utterly alive.

After a while, Fabio slows down and pulls off onto a scenic overlook. He kills the engine, and you both remove your helmets—the sudden silence almost startling. The view is breathtaking—a vast expanse of rolling hills and lush valleys stretching out beneath a clear blue sky.

Fabio turns to you, his eyes sparkling with happiness. "Did you enjoy yourself?" He asks, his tone casual but with an undercurrent of genuine curiosity.

You smile, feeling warmth spread through you. "Yes, I did. It was incredible."

He grins, his gaze unwavering. "I am glad to hear that."

After a brief pause, he continues, his voice laced with amusement. "Did you realize where your hands were during the ride?"

The question catches you off guard, and you feel a blush creep up your cheeks. Your mind flashes back to the ride, your hands instinctively stroking his chest, moving lower to his waist. You were so caught up in the thrill of the moment that you didn't fully realize how intimate my touch had been.

"I, um, I guess I got carried away," you stammer, looking down in embarrassment.

Fabio chickles softly, reaching out to tilt your chin up so you are looking into his eyes. "Don't be embarrassed," he says gently. "I enjoyed it. I loved feeling your touch and knowing you were having a good time."

His words send a rush of warmth through you, and you can't help but smile. "Well, I did have a good time. A great time, actually."

"Good," he murmurs, his thumb brushing lightly over your cheek. "Because I wanted today to be special for us."

"It definitely is," you assure him, your voice filled with sincerity. "Being here with you, experiencing this- it means more than I can say."

Fabio leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, lingering kiss. It is gentle yet filled with unspoken promises, a testament to the connection you share.

When he pulls back, you can see the sincerity in his eyes, the depth of his feelings reflect in every line of his face.

"I'm glad you're here," he whispers, his breath warm against your cheek.

Wrapping your arms around him, you bury your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the comforting scent of leather and cologne. In that moment, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the warmth of Fabio's embrace, you know that this day will be etched in your memory forever.

Eventually, you get back on the bike and make your way back home. During the ride, you hold on tight once more, but this time your touch is deliberate. Your hands wander over his chest, savoring the feel of the firm muscles beneath the soft leather of his jacket. The connection between you is electric, each stroke sending a thrill through both of you.

Fabio's reaction is immediate and palpable. The way he moves in his seat, the subtle shifts of his body tell you he is enjoying himself immensely. You can sense the pleasure radiating from him—a mutual enjoyment that heightens the thrill of the ride.

With each mile, the bond between you grows stronger. The rhythmic vibrations of the engine, the rush of the wind, and the intimate contact all combine to create a heady sense of pure hedonism.

Fabio is humming, his entire being resonating with the joy of the ride and the closeness of your bodies.

The riad unfurls before you like a ribbon, the fading light casting ling shadows that dance along the pavement. Every curve and straightaway is a new adventure, and you can feel Fabio's excitement echoing yours.

He leans into the turns with an expert grace, the bike responding to his every command as if it were an extension of himself.

Your hands continue to explore, moving lower to his waist, feeling the powerful muscles flex with each movement.

Fabio's quiet chuckles and murmurs of pleasure reach your ears, and you know he is relishing the sensations as much as you are. The intimacy of the moment, the shared experience, is intoxicating.

As you near his home, the scenery becomes more familiar, but the excitement doesn't diminish. If anything, it grows more intense, the anticipation of what is to come mingling with the lingering thrill of the ride. 

When Fabio finally pulls into his garage and cuts the engine, the sudden silence is almost eerie.

You dismount, and you remove your helmet, shaking out your hair. Fabio turns to you, his eyes glowing with a mixture of exhilaration and something deeper. He steps closer, his hands finding yours, pulling you into a close embrace.

"How was that?" he asks, his voice low and velvety.

"Amazing," you reply, breathless from the ride and the intensity of your connection. "I loved every moment."

He smiles, his hands moving to cup your face gently. "You make everything better," he murmurs, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your lips.

You melt into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck. The warmth of his body, the scent of leather and cologne, the lingering excitement from the ride- all combine to create a perfect moment.

[thecameronchronicles]

Quality Over Quantity

TW: angst. Smut. Fluff. 

SUMMARY: Your relationship with Trevor is strained from a lack of quality time. He makes it up to you just as you find your own way to do the same…

Word Count: 2600

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@beautifulvoidwinner asked

HI! Over the few days I've fell in love with your work. I was wondering if I could put in a request for a fanfic of trevor from hellraiser, maybe a fluff and smut? 

So Basically Y/n and Trevor haven't been spending a lot of time together because he's been getting a lot of shady jobs causing him to not have a lot of time for you so 1 night after work he decides to go vist Y/n at work (she's a bartender) and they start quietly fighting about how much he's neglected her, after her shift they both go home and have sex (so that he can show how much he loves her) then they apologize for everything that was said (while they were fighting), after all that they cuddle and watch a movie maybe??? 

IM SO BAD AT EXPLAINING IM SORRY

- Your newest fan 

*FIRST OF ALL, THANK YOU! I LOVE WRITING FOR TREVOR! AND YOUR WORDS ARE SO BEYOND SWEET. THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT AND WAITING UNTIL MARCH ❤️ HOPE YOU ENJOY!*

Quality Over Quantity

You should have been used to his absence by now, and yet it set you in a bad mood for the duration of any day you couldn't wake up in his arms. Which had become more and more frequent. A set of schedules never quite in tune as they once may have been as you were left making up for the role he now failed to continue. Such thoughts continued through your mind as you made the bed, craving the specific way the sheets were left in disarray into the way you clawed at them from the multitude of sensations that made up for the time apart. But now it only seemed to be a bittersweet reminder of passions left to simmer. If only you were able to feel the same attention from your boyfriend as the patrons at the bar, you wouldn't have crossed the threshold with that same scowl. 

"Still nothing?" Your colleague and closest friend asked as she finished off a martini for an elderly woman and you crafted a Negroni for a collegiate male trying to impress some girl with his drink of choice. 

"You know, playing hard to get has yet to fail."

"I don't have to. He's never home…" You sighed with your hand set on your hip as you stood in wait for another customer. 

"Maybe motivate him a bit?" A decorative cocktail sword was positioned at the already unlatched button of your uniform top. 

"Slip away to the bathroom and send him a few photos? Bet he'd come home pretty quick…"

"I can't…He is just trying to help make bills. I just wish he didn't have to have such weird hours…weird jobs, too…" She nodded. 

"Well I miss when you smiled. So do what you have to do and just let me know if I need to cover ya." 

A series of smirks and orders broke up your conversation until you became swamped with the happy hour crowd. Those coming in after dinner or with significant others had been the reason you didn't need to follow in Trevor's steps. The tips were well worth the misogynistic comments and sexualized glances. Even those bold enough to hit on you despite the fact you offered only the necessary smirk to warrant a compliment in the form of a few singles. 

"How much?"

"Still not enough for my yacht." You teased.

"Maybe enough for your break to be spent with me?" A familiar voice drew your eyes upwards as you found his tired gaze looking at you with relief. 

"Trevor…"

"Do you-" You turned to your friend, her arms already pushing you out from behind the bar before you could finish your question. 

"Take care of our girl." She hinted to Trevor, who offered a grin of discomfort before you pulled him to the booth in the far corner. 

"I only have a few minutes before I have to get ready for the delivery for later but-" You let out a sigh, retracting your hands as he'd taken hold of them over the surface of the table. Arms crossed at your chest, eyes focusing on the stain of this specific table, he moved closer towards you. 

"I promise it won't always be like this…"

"You said that last time. Months ago…"

"I'm trying…" He expressed a self-deprecating exhale. 

"I hate waking up alone. I hate seeing you only to say goodbye…Do you even remember how long it's been since we…"

"I know. Believe me, I know…But I also can't let everything fall on you."

"So it's your pride…Trevor if it means we get to see each other, just let me-"

"No. I'm supposed to take care of you, feminism and masculinity aside, I want to."

"Then be home…I miss you…" 

"I have to go…" He explained as his phone buzzed, an alarm set to remind him of the need to be punctual. 

"Soon baby…I promise." You allowed the swift peck on your lips but kept still as he produced it. His own frustration would be felt but ignored by you both until he left. As you returned behind the bar, you threw yourself into the remainder of the shift. Wishing everyone a safe night, you moved back to the direction of your apartment at the end of the block, climbing the stairs and struggling to open the door with your frustration. All because you knew what awaited you on the other side of that door. 

Another night of entertaining yourself with some rerun played only for background noise as you ate a meal heated up for the third night in a row, finishing with a lukewarm shower and fighting tears as you fell asleep. At least this was how the other nights had gone. 

The second the door came open, you saw candles lining every surface. The cheap kind with a sentiment meaning as much as the most expensive of wax illuminating the scene. 

"It isn't homemade or anything, but it's the effort that counts, right?" He asked while pulling the takeout containers from the restaurant he'd taken you on your first date. 

"They didn't have those sauce packets you like, so I went to the store and got two that if you mix together should come close…oh, and I'll do the dishes, consider it-" His list was enough of an aphrodisiac against your former frustrations. Pulling him down into you, you fisted the fabric of his oversized shirt until you felt him understand your desperations. 

"You're not hungry?"

"Not for that." You explained as he smirked, taking over the lead as he began at your shirt. A gentle touch to your skin beneath rivaled the best behind your eager grip to leave him bare for you. Even if you knew his body well, rode against his muscles in thrusts as both receiver and instigator, you craved it more now than ever. Having felt prohibited to touch him until now. 

"Wait, don't you have a job in-" You paused as your eyes came to the clock behind him on the stove. The very one that had only ever been used once since you moved in with him. 

"Only one job I need to focus on…" He explained as he teased your hand against his swollen seam. You bit your bottom lip. 

"Tonight's about you, baby…Making up for so many nights alone."

"That is quite a feat, Trevor. So many nights alone…" He smirked. 

"Better get started then." You were lifted around him and into the bedroom, tossed rather abruptly on the bed before he stood between your legs. 

"Did you know this when you went to see me earlier?" He paused. 

"I moved some things around. Prioritized…" You grinned. "So you're mine tonight."

"I'm yours every night." You explained as he pulled your pants clean from your legs, exposing the plumb lace left beneath. 

"Yeah? Well then I've been missing out…" You watched him as he kissed along your thigh as your leg bent in unrest. A sweet string of kisses towards your sex already had your eyes in a roll and your back in an arch as he continued to your center. 

"Trevor…" 

"Just feel me, baby…" His low tone added decadent sensuality just before the volt of pleasure as he began slowly between your folds. His tongue was the artist to your blank canvas below, the intention to cover you to drip for him, a masterpiece possible by his tongue alone. Your fingers ran through the short buzz of his hair, desperate to pull at the absent strands that found accomodations in the sheets at your side. But with each rise of your hips to deepen his tongue or motion for more, he would only slow. 

"I have a lot of nights to make up for…"

"I need more…" To that, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before resting back over you. Palms to the bed for only a moment as he kissed you sweetly enough to forget of anything but his tongue grazing your bottom lip. 

"Don't need this…" He spoke to himself as he dismantled his belt and you crossed your arms over your torso in order to remove your shirt. It took only a second before you were left in only your lingerie. 

"If I thought this was happening, I would have worn something that matched…"

"What do you mean?" He asked as he kissed your breasts. "It's my favorite pair…" Your eyes narrowed. The old bra with the worn clasp was definitely not among your favorites so you questioned how it could be his. 

"Any pair I can make wet are my favorite." You blushed, unaware how you missed such dirty words until now. Even such promiscuous words he somehow made so sweet. 

"But my absolute favorite are the ones on our floor…" He grinned, pulling down the center of your bra until your nipples were exposed. 

"This still feel as good as before?" He asked, taking one nipple behind his teeth, sucking it slowly as his tongue moved over the hard mound. All while his hand accommodate the other side. When you didn't respond in anything but a pair of parted lips and unsteady breathing, he mirrors his motions now to the other side. 

"That good, baby?"

"Please, Trevor."

"You don't have to beg…Just show me what you want…" You rose your hips against his lower abdomen. 

"You wanna be on top?" You nodded. 

"Anyway…." You confessed as his smirk widened. 

"Dealer's choice? That's unfortunate for you, baby…" He kissed you sweetly, onto to set you onto your stomach. 

"It's gonna be a long night…" But where you expected to feel a quick and rough penetration from limiting patience, you found him to pull you to the very edge of the bed. His tongue returned to you, only now, from this new angle. 

"Trevor…TREVOR!" You called out to him in repetition born from desperation and need. 

"Fuck, you're already close for me, aren't you?" You whimpered, facing him and finding only his eyes just peeking from over your ass. His fingers gripped into the sheets having existed as further evidence of his affect on you. 

"Fuck me. Trevor…I can't take it…" 

"Not yet, baby…"

"Please…" You winced before he stood upwards, a swift slap to your ass before that same hand climbed along your curves and to your cheek. The rest only came when he took your hair. 

"I missed how you look at me…On your knees." You were quick to take the hint, crawling into position as he moaned to the feeling of only your breath on his naked cock. 

"It's been a little bit. But I know you remember just how I-" His breath hitched as you took him slowly at first. Savoring his taste and the automatic precum from the initial connection, you took him in depth as your name became the motivation to bypass the discomfort of his length. 

"Baby…fuck…" 

Your hand came in a wrap at his base, twisting to his tip as your tongue broke from his shaft and to the sensitive and heavy spheres beneath. You took your time seducing him, his inability to speak acting as proof of your success. 

"Now." Was all he could muster as he pulled you back up to him. A deep and tender kiss rivaling the selfish need to claim you at this instant, even through your tears and rasps left behind from your endeavors. 

"Trevor…" You moaned as he pinned you beneath him with his weight. His dominant hand pulling both above your head. 

"Don't hold back on me…I want to hear just how much you've missed this…" He explained just before that initial thrusts. The body already failing beneath you as he hid his groan into your chest. Once that first sensation set the stage for the growing pace, be refocused on your body. 

"Fuck, you feel so good…" He groaned with your breast taken by both his hand and his mouth as you writhed against him. 

"Harder!" You pleaded as he obliged. 

"That good baby?"

"Kiss me…" He consented once more. Only now, feeling your desperate breaths behind his lips. 

"Oh my God!" 

"Not yet…"

"I can't wait…"

"Baby…with me…" He slowed before lifting you around him, your body set in a new position of a straddle as you reclaimed dominance as he served as an outlet beneath you. Nails tracing down your shoulders and to your hips until he kept you in place to offer. A break to the ache forming in your thighs. 

"Baby-" Trevor warned as he pulled you even tighter into him, his cheek at a rest against your breasts. 

"Ah…Ahhh!!" A pornagraphic moan left your throat as he took you into your back one final time, ending the final thrusts just as he'd become. Slow and steady. The flex of his cock to release himself would prompt the beginning of overstimulation for you as he lowered between your breasts again. 

"Trevor…"

"Keep coming baby…" Two fingers back inside of you, pushing his cum in place for further lubrication, and a second release was already in the near distance. Your hands wrapped around his determined hand as he quickened with each thrust. 

"I fucking love hearing how wet you are…" 

"Ah!Mmmhmm! It's too much-"

"Shhh…" He bowed over you. "Just a bit more for me, baby…" Your eyes rolled as he kissed your lips, enough to feel you tremble and ultimately unbuckle for him again. This time, spurt after spurt as you soaked his arm and torso.

"Shit…"

"I told you it was too much…" You defended yourself. 

"Wrong…That's just enough…" His eyes darkened before he pulled you to the edge of the bed. 

"Trevor…I need a minute…"

"I know, baby…let's get you cleaned up…we both need it now…" You smiled and followed him the best you could with trembling thighs as he brought you into the shower before him. A tender exchange more sensual than erotic and you were cleaned off with the softest of intentions before you faced him in the mirror. 

"I love you, baby. I'm sorry I haven't been around…but I promise that I want to be…and I'll try to…" 

"And I promise to make it worth it…" You teased on the tips of your toes, ghosting over his lips. His cock swelling beneath the towel. 

"Oh, I'm not done with you tonight. But I still need a minute to recover from before. You always drain me, baby." 

You chuckled as he pulled you to the couch. 

"So what are we watching?" He cocked his jaw, pulling up a DVD from the rental place on his way home. The food from earlier reheated and set on your lap for consumption. 

"Some old movie…Hellraiser…ever heard of it?"

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[elizabethrobertajones]

Frog Time

I'm so bad at tagging people so consider yourself tagged if you want to be :)

B A S I C S

Name: Bounding Frog (redacted roe language name because I forgor)

Nicknames: Frog

Age: 18-22 (ARR-EW)

Nameday: 23rd Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon

Race: Hellsguard Roegadyn

Gender: cis woman

Sexuality: Bi

Profession: She has a summer job working with the hippo riders, although that doesn't pay as well as adventuring, so she's looking forward to Dawntrail and doing more than delivery runs.

P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C T S

Hair: maroon and light pink

Eyes: maroon and light pink

Skin: brown

Tattoos/scars: I headcanon the single choice of tattoos per face for roes are meaningful somehow - I chose coming of age, getting her Adventurer Name, and leaving home, so those were fresh porple swoops over her cheekbones in ARR :D I've only known her as long as she's been Frog and looked like this.

The scar on her nose is from being underhand punted like a rugby ball by an older brother back when she was an orb shaped child. Since adventuring the regular healing has stopped her getting too scarred up from any misadventures.

F A M I L Y

Parents: Notable members of their remote mountain community, maintaining an important set of Arcanima wards around an aetherically dangerous geological fault. Of course, they're good at their jobs so this wasn't very scary as an upbringing. They're a lovely couple and make a hell of a bowl of soup. All else I know about them is they're very supportive and Frog writes to them regularly.

Siblings: like six rowdy older brothers. She was very spoiled by this squad of bodyguards tbh. (Ignore the previous comment about one of them maiming her, they DO love her even if they saw her as a cannonball under other circumstances.) A couple of them left to be mercenaries, uncertain if for Garlemald - they don't write home as thoroughly.

Grandparents: Probably, tbh. We're getting out of my limited perception of Hellguard culture and history but I think I can say the remoteness of their village is an excuse for nothing too terrible to have happened to any of them :P

In-laws and other: She was sort of starting to think of Edmont as a potential in-law and he began acting like it after Events so she's acquired some without marrying. He DID also adopt Aymeric informally, so now she's courting him it's coming back around!

Pets: Multiple, even not counting animal sanctuary beasties. Some she drops by to visit where they're being looked after once she'd raised them or sheltered them for a while (the baby hippo was donated to the hippo riders thankfully before he got too large and hungry for example). Others live at the free company house getting spoiled by the staff. The free company is named after the baby tapir who is the best and cutest. :)

S K I L L S

Abilities: In character, she has yet to find something she isn't good at after a couple of false starts. (ooc is much more of a mess depending on my ability) As an all-jobs all-crafts all-gatherers weirdo she's genuinely alarming to contemplate.

Hobbies: crafting/gathering/fishing is more of a wind down respite than a career calling for her. Canonically she's finished the fishing log... ooc I haven't by a long shot :P She also loves visiting bars and pubs across the world that she's visited to drop in on old friends, or go on foodie tours of places she's liberated. They stole G'raha being a foodie traveller in the dawntrail trailer from her actually.

Kinda always wanted to do a in character review of all the drinking establishments in game.

T R A I T S

Most positive trait: determination and everything that went into being strong enough to do the end walk, which did feel like a culmination of all the positive things they ascribe to the WoL. Since she's living the life of box art Meteor with no plot deviations or alterations except what I can put into the downtime and spaces between cutscenes, I can't argue with times when they REALLY show the admirable heart of the WoL.

Most negative trait: She's not going to say no, so if you need a favour just stand near where she wanders by routinely and look forlorn and you WILL get helped to within an inch of your life.

L I K E S

Colors: royal purple, dark reds and deep blues

Smells: fresh baked anything. Probably also the fresh morning smell when she gets up at ass o'clock to do stretches or whatever gross things morning people do.

Textures: G'raha ears >:)

Drinks: black coffee, red wine, milky tea

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: tried it with the Vath and hated it. Still has no idea if Fogweed is a drug or not.

Drinks: socially and merrily with a bottomless liver.

Drugs: nothing harder than caffeine and alcohol.

Mount Issuance: her sweet blue chocobo is called Turbulence and threw off everyone who attempted to ride him before that.

Been Arrested: not outside MSQ run ins with the law

[fallenangelofsalt]

Purple Gold 7

@styck-figure I finally finished it!

Masterpost

There are exactly 780 stars in the skybox. Unless you're counting the sun.

There is something in the caves.

Something beyond the simple mineshafts, bigger than the ravines, yet far more cramped than the dungeons. The wind blows nonsensically into dead ends and no matter how much you try to map those tunnels you always seem to take a wrong turn.

And you're pretty sure gold isn't meant to spawn so frequently, yet the scent of metal floods your senses until you need to stop to check you haven't bitten your tongue. Every wall seems to have exposed gold ore, as if begging you to take it home.

You march on instead. You came here for something else.

Mushrooms spawn seemingly at every turn, red and brown, red and brown. You swear you saw miscelium earlier, too.

Soon, you catch a glimpse of it.

Near a pool of lava, shining brightly is a cluster of diamond ore.

You walk carefully towards it, placing cobblestone over the lava for good measure. You don't want to fall again, and burning seems like a terrible way to go. But even standing so close to it, the cave still feels cold enough to numb your fingers.

You still take out your pickaxe though. Those diamonds won't mine themselves.

You press your fingers to the exposed blue, and jolt as the gem gives in like cold jello. It returns to original shape almost as soon as you pull away.

You take a deep breath ignore the shaking in your hands and swing your pickaxe.

_

The diamond itself isn't squishy, you find out.

_

After you find that vein, your hunt suddently becomes a lot easier. Mushrooms seem to lead your way to exposed clusters and you even find some emeralds in the process.

After 5 hours or so you have over half a stack sitting in your inventory. You didn't even need that much, but weren't going to just ignore it.

But now it's late and the caves are cold, and the random redstone on the floor unnerves you.

(It's not ore and it looks way too much like blood placed on the ground like that. Why is it there why did it generate like that-

It was generated, right?

There isn't someone here with you, right?)

You stop in the middle of the gold-filled tunnel, staring at one of the walls.

You have way too much gold already.

...But for some reason, you feel bad just, leaving it there.

You hold in a sigh and take out your pickaxe once more.

When you strike it, the cracks that appear seem to pulse, bleeding liquid gold like open wounds, and you swear that when they become wide enough to glimpse its insides, you see something move.

_

The path to the surface seems just as nonsensical as the path downwards, and you swear those tunnels are only getting lower until sunlight peeks around the corner of your vision.

Finally, you feel dead on your feet.

You finally reach your bed, and your exaustion is so great you don't even squirm as you feel your braid being undone by unseen hands.

_

You have way too much gold.

After crafting your jukebox and enchanting table, you pause to consider what to do with all of it.

You have no need for powered minecarts currently, nor do you have a brewing stand to make use of glistening melon. You already have a clock. You have enough diamonds for a full toolset too.

And what on earth would you make with gold blocks?

The only other option would be...

(You slowly look at the food chest.)

...Ah.

You shouldn't do this.

(But golden apples would be a huge help in so many scenarios, and you have way too much gold already.)

You really shouldn't do this.

(But you're also curious.)

You know you shouldn't do this.

And yet.

You ignore every alarm going off in your head and slowly pick an apple, nine gold ingots, and a carrot.

(Why a carrot? There are no benefits to it but saturation and night vision potions, you don't even have a brewing stand what are you doing-)

Slowly, almost but not quite hesitantly, you place the apple at the center of the crafting table.

(The gold wraps around your fingers in exitement.)

You can't stop the shaking in your hands as you place in the gold.

(The world lights up in glee.)

You craft a golden apple.

You grasp it almost reverently, and gently lower it inside you treasure chest.

(You already have so many, why did you make another?)

Just in case, you tell yourself.

(You're a liar.)

You have no excuse for the carrot.

You craft it with the same sort of anticipation as the apple, but you don't place it in a chest.

You stare at it and-

You know you shouldn't do this.

And yet, you still reach for the carrot, your hand wraps around it and you notice how light it feels. When you squeeze slightly it gives in easily, your fingers sinking into marshmallow-like softness, the sticky surface begging not to be let go of.

You know you shouldn't do this.

And yet.

You still raise it to your lips, teeth grazing gold, and even if you hesitate, you still take a bite.

It tastes like-

A good morning and pancakes for breakfast. Pizza hawaii and a look of playful disgust met with a bright smile on your pineapple-filled mouth. A bedtime story after a long day.

It tastes like-

A birthday cake and a hand ruffling your hair, a soft smile and a near-gentle smirk. Delicate hands and flower crowns, games of tag and high expectations.

It tastes like-

A day in the park and corndogs. A goodnight kiss. A trip to the clothes store for a new dress. Pork ribs and rock salt.

It tastes like-

Bruises and pain, punches and kicks. Yelling and fear and anger and pain and disappointment and pain-

It tastes like-

Wilted flowers and loneliness, coughing and hospital visits. Silence and dread and grief and pain-

It tastes like-

Gentle hands holding you close, patching you up and kissing it better, arms cover you almost completely, shielding you from the world, you are so small, but he's not, and he will keep you safe, you are so warm, so safe, so loved-

It tastes like-

Oh

It melts in your mouth, bittersweet like dark chocolate and thick like honey, when you swallow it warms you from the inside out, and there is gold sticking to your lips and teeth and fingers so you lick them clean- you need more of-

It tastes just like-

Oh no

...It tastes like love.

There is nothing more to lick, so you lower your arms and stare at the ceiling as you try to process what just happened, what you just did.

You shouldn't have done it.

And yet.

You close you eyes and breathe. Pretend your eyes aren't wet and there aren't sobs stuck in your throat.

You pretend you aren't smiling.

Pandora's box has been opened, and you know you'll do it again.

...

You're glad you did it.

[thedragonagebigbang]

Bang Creator Interview: Tumblr: @oxygenforthewicked  |  AO3: Oxygenforthewicked

The Collaboration period has begun! In these quiet months before works are due, we want to foster a sense of excitement, camaraderie, and celebration among our participants. To that end, all participants were given the option of a formal interview by our mod, Dema, or an informal “ask-game” survey. We hope you enjoy getting to know our phenomenal creators as much as we have!

10 Reasons Why Rift Hopping Is Probably Hazardous to Your Health (Hint: Cassandra Is One of Them)

Gin and Dema talk process, inspiration, and what to do when a character kicks down your door

Dema: Since this is a Big Bang I'll start there: have you done one before? If you have, what made you want to do it again? If not: what made you wanna give it a go? 

Gin: I've considered being a part of a Big Bang event before but I haven't actually done one yet. However, after seeing all of the fics and artwork that came out of other bangs last year, I got a better feel for it and decided I wanted to give it a try!

Dema: So exciting! Are you finding that this process feels different from how you usually write?

Gin: Not really, honestly. I've done NaNoWriMo in the past, and this feels similar in terms of working towards a set goal. I think the big difference (and better difference, honestly) is that this is much more community-centered, and the goal is to finish the project instead of just reaching a word count minimum. That in and of itself is a really refreshing new challenge.

Dema: When you tackle a project like this, what does that look like for you?

Gin: Usually I like to prepare a concept/vague outline first, write out in more detail the major plot points, create a mood playlist, and just start writing! I do tend to carve out time for writing, too, as that helps me focus better.

Dema: How much time do you feel like you need in a chunk? (Me, interviewing: “So, writing. How Do You Do It. AND WHY??)

Gin: It depends. Sometimes I can write for several consecutive hours, other times my brain can only handle about thirty minutes. Either way, I know that as long as I get words on the page, I'm making progress! But creativity isn't something that can be forced, so if the words just aren't coming out, I'll take a break for a while and refresh my brain by reading a book or watching something. Once my creative battery is full again, I can knock out a huge chunk of the project, and that usually feels so much better than trying to strongarm my brain into getting words out.

Dema: Is there something you are reading or watching right now that is providing particular inspiration? Or if not inspiration, rejuvenation?

Gin: Yes, actually! I'm currently reading A Wise Man's Fear by Patrick Rothfuss, and it's been giving me all sorts of good inspiration.

Dema: Oh yes! I love that book. Is there anything in particular about it that's scratching the itch?

Gin: The lore and worldbuilding are both so interesting, but I'm also just very invested in the characters. This series so far has done a great job of creating a rich world with fleshed-out characters, an intricate magic system, and I love the complexity of the relationships. (In short, all of it!) 

Dema: Hard agree, I love those complicated characters and dynamics. Speaking of characters, when you're crafting an OC, what's your starting point? What was the spark that birthed Saeris, if you want to be more specific?

Gin: Most of the time, it's a picture or a song that sparks the initial concept. But there are other times when OCs kick down the door in my head and decide that they live there rent-free. Saeris was one of those characters. Admittedly, I did intend on creating Saeris for a specific project after reading The Horror of Hormak, but he was supposed to be a minor character that I was going to write once and never write again after that. (Boy was I wrong.) But what really sparked the inspiration for him was a photo I found while looking up references for gray eyes. The vibe of that photo just seemed like it fit him so well that his entire character quickly started unfolding bit by bit after that. I chose a name for him, a class, and all of it snowballed until he became my most fleshed-out character (and my favorite).

Dema: How long ago was that?

Gin: April 2022

Dema: Awwww! He’s two! 

Gin: LOL! It was when the event I was writing him for took place. 

Dema: I will not ask you if your Bang fic involves Saeris because I do not want to pry any spoilers from you, but thank you for your click-bait title and for your interview! Gin: Sounds good! And thank you!! It was very fun chatting.

[alpinefrsh]

What are your thoughts on C!Wilbur now? Anything changed?

I’m asking for reference because I’m honestly having a hard time figuring out what to think. I was never really attached to ccWilbur in the first place and what he did was absolutely shit so the decision to stop supporting him wasn’t hard. But dear lord the character he played was so well-crafted(again I don’t support him at all). I just really don’t know where to draw the line between the story and the writer, if that should influence my admiration for this really well-crafted character or if me still liking c!Wilbur counts as support to the creator.

Thoughts?

(sub question: how is this gonna affect how you write the c! character in the future, if you write him at all?)

Support Shubble!🫶

Heads up, probably gonna get a bit long and ramble-y here, I haven't really gotten to think or talk about this much yet.

I'm still not entirely sure where I stand with c!Wilbur at this point in time- because on the one hand, whenever I see a drawing of Wilbur with a white streak in his hair I go "Ah, c!Wilbur" and don't feel particularly strongly about it. While the character and the streamer are unequivocally linked and I'd rather avoid writing about c!Wilbur in the future, they're still not the same person in my mind.

Yeah, I mean, I liked cc!Wilbur well enough before all of this- but my primary reason for watching him was definitely Tommy (didn't really watch many of his streams if Tommy wasn't also there kekw). I consider myself rather fortunate in that I've already gone through getting a little too dependent on a streamer for comfort who then turned out to be a really shitty person ages ago, so now I'm much more careful to keep a stronger degree of separation. No parasocial relationships here, thank you very much. Been there, done that.

I think the only person I would genuinely have some level of difficulty with dropping at this point is Tommy. Ooh, big shocker coming from the person who writes almost exclusively Tommyinnit-centric things, I know.

But yeah, back to Wilbur-- regarding c!Wilbur in fanfics, I unfortunately can't just remove the influence he's had over c!Tommy- just like I can't remove the impact c!Dream's had on c!Tommy's life. I also can't change c!Tommy's perspective of c!Wilbur, so at least regarding TomTurtles, Tommy's still going to mention Wilbur, and he's still going going to think of him his older brother and someone that he cares about.

However, as the writer, I will be far less merciful in how he's portrayed, regardless of c!Tommy's biased perspective (c!Wilbur isn't going to show up- that was never in the cards outside of a now scrapped idea for a non-canon fic in the series where c!Wilbur has actually been living in the same America as Tom and the turtles and they find each other again)

After I'm done writing the crossover series though, I don't think I'll be including him in anything else. Which is a shame only because it means I can't use c!Tommy.

Sure, most of my portrayals of Tommy will probably still draw heavily from c!Tommy but I probably won't be able to take him straight from dsmp anymore.

Upside to scrapping all of my ideas that included Wilbur- I can completely replace him with Technoblade AKA, more bedrock bros content \o/ (That being said, most of my fic ideas at this point in time are just various AUs getting Tommy to interact with the cast of rottmnt ahaha-)

All that is to say: While I ultimately view c!Wilbur and cc!WIlbur as different, the second I've finished writing this series, he will most likely never be mentioned or shown again in any of my fics after that. Might as well give any roles he might've played to someone more deserving.

And support Shubble, I'm so incredibly grateful that she decided to speak up about all this.

Thank you for the ask, I hope you have a nice rest of your night/day.

[a-blue-tiefling]

Baldur's Gate 3 has really changed my life. I feel silly for saying it, but it really has.

I'm laying in bed crying rn at 5am because I'm just so overwhelmed by how much I love this community.

I've barely had these new art accounts a month. I haven't touched art like this in well over 5/6 years. I'm terrible at Tumblr, at twitter and I'm so out of touch with all the algorithms. Yet everyone is so, so kind. So supportive. Cast members have liked my silly little drawings. Community pages have felt my work is worth sharing with the wider community. My follower count is still small, but they're more active and engaged than any of my followers on my real life account, who are people I actually know in person and have done for years.

I know it's not wise to seek validation, but I crave it. I suffer with serious depression, anxiety, ADHD, and everything has been such a struggle. Daily life has felt so bleak, always feeling like a disappointment. But this game stirred something in me and woke me up again, and now instead of rotting in bed when I finish my day job, I come home and actually create. Words of these talented and wonderful people, especially the incredible Neil Newbon, encourage me to keep going.

I had given up on art. I lived with so much regret, and I still do regret that I didn't continue to pursue it. I know I would be so much better if I had put those years into my craft. But it's not too late, there's still time.

"It's time to try living again." 🌷

Every single person who likes or comments or reposts, I really appreciate you. Thank you so much 💕

[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.

[eqt-95]

19 46 48? :D

Thanks for the ask sides!

19. Top 5 favorite books? (the nerve!)

Edit: i just realized i only listed 4. apparently i don't know how to count

I'm cheating and instead of listing my all-time 5 favorites, I'm naming 5 that fall under the same theme: varying narrative structure. I adore when the story structure becomes it's own character so much. This is in the order that I read them (all are works of fiction):

House of Leaves - Mark Z. Danielewski This is a narration inside of a narration and none of those narrators are reliable. I love it. If you ever read it, you MUST get the physical book. Reading it is filled with footnotes and formatting chaos and the experience is a labor of love. It reads with authority yet nothing makes sense. It has a quality of being sourced yet none of the sources exist. It's magic.

Breakfast of champions - Kurt Vonnegut The narrator is omnipotent. The narrator is omniscient. The narrator is a character. Let me repeat that: THE NARRATOR IS A CHARACTER.

Vonnegut gave this book a C, and I disagree. There was something a bit mundane about the story, yes, but the story-story is never the real point with Vonnegut - it's about all the small themes and satire and dark irony and obscure lines that are bingeable and slurpable and chewable and leave you mulling it over and bring you back to chomp down again and again (imo).

Heartburn - Nora Ephron This isn't the most outrageously obscure style, but I can't not include Nora Ephron, my beloved. If you like When Harry Met Sally, this is that on steroids. The narrator spends most of the time speaking to the reader; filling them in with her inner thoughts and comedic turmoil over her failed marriage. The funny bit? It's also supposed to be a cookbook, so recipes are randomly interspersed.

A Visit from The Goon Squad - Jennifer Egan Disclaimer: I read Manhattan Beach before this and I was so turned off that I almost didn't read Goon Squad. I am STOKED I ignored myself.

The narrative style of this book was pure genius to me: each chapter is a different character. This isn't revolutionary, but what feels revolutionary is that: 1. each character's perspective never repeats 2. each chapter is written in the style of that character (POV, prose, everything) and 3. everything is connected but the chapters are not sequential. They all build onto each other from different points in time to establish a world/web of links.

The cleverness and layering of the narration style was, for me, the story. It was in the way the author crafted each character with a unique take and perspective and set of motivations that really drew me in. There was the realness and pettiness and aspirations of the characters paired with the 'how does this all fit together' at play. So many layers and the author spoon-fed NOTHING which made me read more intently. It became a game: I wanted to build a mental map of all the relationships and felt a jolt of excitement when another link was made.

Bonus recommendation: Candy House is the sequel. It has the same qualities (I actually started reading this one first by accident, and the funny thing is that everything would still make total sense if read in the wrong order). Candy House introduced some concepts that I wasn't as fond of, but still absolutely worth a read.

46. Who is your favorite author?

Oooh, this is hard. Can I cheat and say I haven't found my favorite author yet? I've tried for years to pretend Vonnegut isn't my favorite author, but it's Vonnegut. 100%.

48. What line has stuck with you for years? "All this happened, more or less." Speak of the devil. This is the first line of Slaughterhouse-Five, and it's a line worth reading again once you've finished the book.

[kaija-rayne-author]

Some thinkee thoughts about 'the scene' and Solas's Romance. Spoilers for DAI Dragon Age Inquisition.

Okay, so, I've finished the base game part of the Solavellan playthrough. I've read a fair bit of responses to it all by now. But there're a few things I haven't yet seen. It's possible I just haven't discovered them, but I found some very salient character/story things in Solas that I want to share.

Please no spoilers on Trespasser or the books. I haven't gotten to them yet. My Inquisitor is non-binary like me, but because of how I RP her, I still use she/her or they/them pronouns for them.

For context, my real life job is an editor, and I'm a multiply published author.

The Solavellan Romance is an absolutely stunning example of a star-crossed lovers relationship. It's incredibly obvious they love one another, but due to Solas's plans and beliefs, they can't be together.

In the line 'in another world' you can sense his longing to set down his burden and just love her.

I can clearly see that it's this world, and this enby he's falling more and more in love with. But she will disappear when he works his plan. He's already in too deep. He just doesn't understand that yet.

That is the chef's kiss of star-crossed lovers. The longing, the subtle desperation, the knowledge of your love, and the deeper knowledge that you can't have it. That the stars are crossing the path of the love and severing any possibility of continuance.

All of that is beautifully crafted into Solas as a character.

I have so much professional and heartaching praise for this perfectly executed star-crossed lovers set up. Patrick Weekes deserves all the props for that. Star-crossed isn't easy to write. I know because I often write it. I have a deep weakness for star-crossed lovers, so I read it a lot too. This one was perfect.

I have to admit I don't understand all the fan reactions hating on Solas or acting as if he doesn't actually love the Inquisitor.

I mean, love or hate him, I don't personally care what people feel about him because it's a very personal thing. I just know how he makes me feel (and thus, my inky too).

But why are people questioning whether he cares about, loves, the Inquisitor? It's written all over him! Every gesture, every facial expression. Every tiny hitch in his breath.

I don't think I've seen his fear mentioned anywhere. Again, I just may have not run across it yet, but for such an integral part of that break up scene, you'd think people would be talking about it. He's running scared, utterly terrified. He's not leaving her for anything else.

Think about it. He's (likely) immortal, or at the very least nigh-immortal. Some estimates of his age are in the 5000 year bracket. From his perspective, he wakes up from a really long nap to find out the world he loved; the world in which he rebelled against the powers that were (who were possibly even his family) to save his people, only to find it has turned into something so unrecognizable that he feels honour bound to rectify his mistake. Honour is a heavy and incredibly important thing to Solas. You can see that in his reaction to Blackwall's revelation.

Solas is ashamed, grieving, planning to fix it but not sure he can. Alone, because he can't count on anyone else. (And his greatest fear is dying alone!) OF COURSE he's scared of falling in love. NOW IS NOT THE TIME must be ringing through him.

Hell, many many people are afraid of falling in love and they don't have a spot on the Dread Wolf's baggage.

Lavellan makes him feel. For a mortal. She draws his fascination away from the fade. Something he's said straight up is something that's never happened and he didn't think was possible. She jeopardizes his plans, yes. But if you've never experienced that kind of love, one thing I will say about it is this... if you fall deeply enough, there is very little that's unthinkable in reaching a place where you can have that love. That's the crux of his motivation in that scene.

That's what made him suddenly break it off. You can see it in the moment he pulls back from the kiss. He's blissed out when he's kissing her. The curve of his eyebrow and the way he has his eyes closed show that clearly. But then it hits him... he can't do this. His eyes widen just a fraction and you can see the moment he realizes he will absolutely lose himself to Lavellan. He would go down the path he's likely seen hundreds of thousands of times, falling in love. So deeply in love that he’d give up everything else for the path that would see him accept the world as it is, something he finds anathema, so he can stay in her arms, keep her, keep her freely offered love. His honour could never allow that.

Our wolfy boy is so terrified he turned tail and skeddadled with said tail tucked between his legs like the wolf he is.

I don't think I've seen even a peep about his fear. The reason he would tell everyone (and himself) for breaking things off with inky is that if his plans succeed, she won't exist anymore. There's foreshadowing on this in his personal quest with the spirit.

He believes so strongly that he needs to fix what he broke that he is cutting his heart out and leaving it on a silver platter because his people need him more than he needs his heart. That's his bedrock belief. And he can't let anything get in the way of that.

He's telling himself he has to let her go because of his plans, but that's just his excuse. Apparently, even immortal elven gods lie to themselves about love.

When he breaks it off with Lavellan, it feels like a shock because it's a shock to him as well. He took her to the waterfall to tell her the truth about himself.

His voice hitches just a little before he switches paths to tell her about the Vellaslin. I'd bet he was going to tell her who he is. But at the ultimate moment, he chickens out.

Wish I could draw better, I've got a hilarious image in my head of Solas as wolf covered in chicken feathers running full tilt away from Lavellan. Who has a silvery leash from her heart to his throat. The guy is lost already, he just doesn't know it.

He surprised them both. The depth of his feelings for her scare the shit out of him. He suddenly knows that he would give up everything for this love. He panics, and he's running scared from committing to the enby he loves.

There's an interesting bit of coincidence in that theme, and it's been used in Dragon Age before. Soilers for DAO

If you ever managed to piss off Alistair in DAO on the kingship path, (I managed it without trying hard 😅) he breaks up with you for much the same reason. His dialogue there includes 'I could get lost in you'. And that is what has sent our wolf running for the hills.

Solas has so very obviously never been in love before. He's hinted at that several times in his dialogue. TBH, I get 'virgin in the real world' vibes from Solas.

He may have had relationships with spirits, he may have done as Blackwall hinted and 'gotten frisky with a spirit in the fade'. But Lavellan is the first time (and Dreadwolf may very well prove me wrong) that Solas feels actual romantic love on the mortal plane. And for a mortal nonetheless! At the WORST possible time.

Another thing I don't see people talking about much, if at all, is how heavily neurodivergent coded Solas is.

I mean, nerdy research expert type dude who has eons of knowledge. (Walking encyclopedia thing, anyone?)

Esoteric artist using ancient methods?

Extreme reaction to an innocuous beverage like tea? (Taste/texture sensitivities anyone?)

Always on the edge of things?

Knows far more than he says?

Always observing, always learning.

He even stims in the cut scenes several times. He's heavily coded as either autistic or ADHD or both.

I've seen complaints that Solas isn't very emotive. But to me, he's screaming emotion with every gesture, every breath. Especially in the dawnlit and waterfall scenes.

I'm not even sure what to call it, animation? Modelling? What kind of name can you give moving artwork like a modern video game? Anyway, whoever took the writing part and made the visuals for Solas, I think, understood neurodivergency and enacted it perfectly.

His emotional tells are there. But, like the character himself, they're subtle.

Given how many complaints I've seen about that topic, I have to then wonder if I can see it better because I'm neurodivergent and my family is too. I'm used to reading neurodivergent people.

That's... that's not me being arrogant. Neurotypical people cannot read autistic and ADHD people very well, if at all. Our body language and facial expressions are so subtle or different that we're often accused of being angry when we're having a good time or are just deep in thought. Heard the term 'resting bitch face'? Yup. That's a common (soooo common) marker for an autistic or ADHD or autistic/ADHD person.

He's heavily neurodivergent coded, maybe that's why I don't have any trouble reading him? Are people just not picking up on all the details I do? (There's no judgement or fault in this. It's just fact. A lot of autistic and ADHD folks can't read NTs either. I can, but it’s something I learned to do vs anything innate. We're wired so differently and speak completely different non-verbal languages.)

During the waterfall scene, before the final part, he's got so much love and awe on his face and in his body language that it's so so obvious he loves Lavellan. I just can't grok the questions of does he or doesn't he. If he didn't, he'd have acted much differently.

It's just as obvious by the end of the scene that he's convinced himself he can't have her. That they can't have each other.

I've absolutely joined the Solavellan hell carousel 😆. I desperately hope Dreadwolf offers some sort of positive closure for Lavellan and Solas. I hope bioware believes in happy endings.

Aaaand my opinion is subject to change after I play Trespasser. I don't know very much of what happens in that, so I may have to eat these words.

[gaviicreates]

Sunday Stitchin'

Today I wanted to do a check-in, since I am due in providing an update. It deserves to be more of a WIP Wednesday because I am deep in juggling all of my many projects. Except it's Sunday on my side of the planet, so...

The active WIP count is up to 6, with 2 projects in each of my three crafts.

Tunisian Crochet: 2 Knit: 2 Crochet: 2

Crochet has taken more of a backseat this week. I've got what I am calling my palate cleanser doily in off white. I tend to work on it whenever I am bored with the repetition in my other projects. Since each row is different, the doily works a bit like putting puzzle pieces together. The chevron scarf from my bingo is the other crochet project, and while I have worked on it some this week, I will admit I got annoyed at the weaving in of ends this last round. So even though I finished this section, I haven't been eager to rinse & repeat quite yet.

In the knit world, I've finally started to figure out the magic loop technique. I hadn't shared what I was learning it for - eventually I want to feel comfortable enough to attempt socks again, but for now I was working it with a fingerless mitts pattern with worsted weight yarn. My first pair of mitts I am so pleased with, and they were well worth the initial awkward struggle of magic loop. The variegation in the yarn was spiraling upward until I started increasing around the thumb, so in the end it does look jarringly inconsistent. I love them though. I immediately went out and bought yarn to start some more, as I decided this is going to be the holiday pattern this year. So my current knit projects are two more pairs of the same mitt pattern.

MVP of this week is Tunisian Crochet.

At my LYS knit night, I worked the chevron scarf in Tunisian Crochet which is going to be a gift around the holidays as well. This is the one I had to frog back 11 inches after missing a stitch I didn't notice until later. This past week, I finally worked it back up to where I was before the frogging, so this felt like a huge accomplishment. It currently can drape over my neck, but not wrap, so I still have a bit to go - and I personally like my scarves on the longer end. It's fingering weight, I think I've mentioned before, so by the end this will truly have been a labor of love.

Finally - and pretty spontaneously - yesterday I decided I was going to try to make the Aruba Tunic by Toni at TL Yarn Crafts in preparation for our beach vacation coming up. For clarity, I will be there this time next week, so I went ambitious with my deadline, but I also didn't have a lot of time to plan. The actual trip was also a fairly recent addition to the calendar. I figure, if I don't actually finish beforehand this isn't a bad idea for a vacation project while away.

I'm still going to give it a solid college try.

I drove over to JoAnn's, picked some colors, compared dye lots, repicked colors, and then repicked them again, triple checked dye lots, and I've been working on the first panel of the tunic all last night and today. As of this evening, I'm at row 23/26 of this panel, and then I will be halfway.

I am using the recommended Coboo for this project, and the colors I selected are Denim and Taupe.