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hi! i saw your post about Hekate and it’s brought me through a researching spiral like crazy! i’m interested in how you started your journey working with deities, if you’re willing to answer <33
omg hi <3 thank you for asking me, i love talking about this <3 i’m very glad my post got you researching |(￣3￣)| i realized i ranted A LOT pls forgive for this. i’ll put everything under the cut !
my journey with deities started when i was around 18. i’ve always had a fascination and deep love for ancient greece and ever since i was a kid i was obsessed with Apollo. so, i started working with apollo initially and Ares and Hades followed. i wasn’t in a very good place and my craft was the complete opposite from now. i was a green witch and i tried to push myself into forced positivity and love and i completely refused to get into ‘black’ magick or the ‘darker side of witchcraft.’ my spells were shit also lol. which is funny because i used to work with HADES. should’ve taken that as an early sign. although i adored working with Ares since i’m also an Aphrodite devotee.
fast forward to around 2 years ago (?) let’s just say i went through something deeply traumatic and i felt called by Lilith. when i started working with her, i was fully aware that my craft was no longer going to be one of love and light and that whatever was going to happen go me was going to completely transform me and it did! working with deities such as Lilith and Hekate can be dark and scary. i’m not saying this to scare you off lol shsjhsbs i have a fascination for the darker aspects of life and i completely embraced this side of me. i think it’s important to note there should be a balance between light and darkness. i try to stay afloat and not fall into complete darkness.
but you have to be ready to do a lot of shadow work and accept your deepest, darkest traumas. and that can be very painful. there were nights when i only used to cry instead of praying. working with Hekate (and Lilith) means that you must be ready to welcome change into your life. and change can be brutal, but it’s honestly for the best, although painful.
i started working with Hekate around a year and a half ago? very odd. i kid you not i had 7 spiders crawling on arm or stopping in front of me in the span on 3 days in completely different places? thought i was losing it jajajah i love spiders but that was so much. i couldn’t escape them. kept finding keys in random places and i kept seeing references to magic and witchcraft everywhere, even at the mall? she’s absolutely lovely and i feel beyond protected as a Hekate devotee. She’s helped understand parts of myself i couldn’t even dream of accepting and i’ve managed to tap into my clairvoyant abilities again. still trying to figure out a way to do this better, but i’m taking it slowly.
recently i started getting into necromancy and i’m ready to take my craft further with ancient practices. i can definitely help you if you need anything or have any questions <3 i also practice demon magick from time to time when i need some quick extra help for my spells, curses, etc.
in which you are a new host for your school’s midnight radio broadcast and wonwoo makes a call to the show
knight in shining armour - @heartsfromia
before the day begins - @kyeomofhearts
an interesting way to start an early sunday morning with your boyfriend wonwoo.
untitled - @timedhoney
closer - @hannieehaee
after making it all the way to your final year of uni still having not experienced a single orgasm, you decided to take matters into your hands. your solution? asking your best friend wonwoo to teach you all he knew.
asking wonwoo to watch him masturbate because you never have given a hand job - @hoshifighting
your mess - @onlymingyus
first snow - @/onlymingyus
HER series - @chocosvt
wonwoo, a heartbroken and burnt out writer nearing the end of his math degree, wants nothing to do with the seemingly perfect, intimidating girl who has everyone under her thumb. you. unfortunately, his literary talent has got him shoved him between a rock and a hard place when you want to write a book and require his expertise. you two are the furthest from compatible. wonwoo can’t see this going well. at all.
pussy drunk! wonwoo - @/monamipencil
chat, is that rizz? - @sailorrhansol
Your rivalry with Wonwoo has existed for as long as you’ve been streaming. It’s fun, and both of your communities love it. Wonwoo is happy to play along - at least until you question his rizz while live, and he feels like he should remind you just how much rizz he has.
hhu: confessions ft. csc, kmg & chs - @ode2cheol
loser! wonwoo - @hannieehaee
loser! wonwoo pt. 2 - @/hannieehaee
christmas cuddles - @babyleostuff
set reaction to cockwarming (hhu) ft. csc, kmg & chs - @sub-hoshi-enthusiast
say don't go - @joonsytip
You say you love him but Wonwoo says nothing back.
teasing bf! wonwoo with a fleshlight - @monamipencil
spectacle - @miraclewoozi
in which your new boyfriend, wonwoo, doesn't give a crap about his expensive eyewear.
on second thought - @starlightkyeom
where your roommate, wonwoo, has an interesting solution to all your bad dates. nothing can go wrong with two friends crossing a line, can it?
clingy - @spamgyu
heaven - @sanakiras
wonwoo has a reputation for being distant, quiet and a bit mysterious. once you get to know him better, though, you come to find the sweet, shy boy underneath the surface.
nothing but love, pt.2 - @sluttywoozi
Wonwoo's never had a girlfriend for Valentine's Day before, or a girlfriend period, so this day needs to be perfect.
[11:36] - @husbandhoshi
out of the frying pan into your heart - @97-liners
it starts, as it always does with this particular collection of friends, with shenanigans and cahoots.
well, more specifically, for wonwoo it starts with shenanigans, when soonyoung and junhui somehow manage to collide brain cells and write in to the school newspaper's love advice columnist about his crush on his childhood best friend.
and for you, the aforementioned childhood best friend and, in secret, also the aforementioned love advice columnist, it starts with cahoots when kim mingyu manages to convince you to fake date him so he can win some popularity contest for his frat.
untitled - @sluttywonwoo
untitled - @/sluttywonwoo
untitled - @/sluttywonwoo
untitled - @euphoricsunflowers
pervy! best friend wonwoo - @/euphoricsunflowers
gamer! wonwoo - @/euphoricsunflowers
cuffed - @wongyuseokie
Your boyfriend’s latest photoshoot has you reeling and wanting more, and lucky for you, you have just the thing to keep him in place as you overstimulate him.
the regular - @trblsvt
wonwoo couldn't really recommend anything at the bakery he worked at, he couldn't even handle going in a couple days a week. that is until he found his new favorite customer.
needy - @cheolhub
wonwoo can’t keep his hands to himself because he needs your full, undivided attention.
homewrecked - @ncteez
Wonwoo doesn’t seem to realize that you’re giving him the best option out of a relationship that doesn’t even involve you. With a cheating best friend on one side, and a loyal Wonwoo loving her from two hours away on another, you decide that home wrecking isn’t always a bad idea. or the one where wonwoo fights internal demons over wanting you bc he’s in a relationship that he doesn’t even realize is falling apart.
overstim (again. oops), begging (again! oops), light impact play, dumbification if you squint, mating press, dickie boy’s a lil mean
dick grayson is always pushing you to your limits. he says it’s his job, as your amazing and supportive boyfriend, yk? telling you how good you’re doing, how proud he is, how honored he is to call such a strong and determined woman his girlfriend. in his eyes, it’s only right that he keeps pushing you. even when you’re tired and overstimulated, feeling like you couldn’t possibly give him anything more, and he still pulls it out of you like it should be nothing.
“mm… dick,” you pout, legs trembling and barely able to remain wrapped around his torso. you keep him close, hands curled deep into his hair and whining into his ear with each agonizingly deep thrust. he pants into the shimmering skin of your neck with a hm, as if he doesn’t know he’s got you near tears. “dick- i can’t…”
“don’t be like that, baby,” he huffs, positioning a leg over his shoulder to get his cock deeper in your weeping cunt. the cry you let out has him writhing, moaning with you as another orgasm is forced out of you. his pace refuses to falter, though- and his mouth is on yours before you can beg for any mercy. “look at that, sweetheart- you can.” you’re both sticky with sweat and the sheets are disgustingly soaked, yet he’s convinced his stamina as an acrobatic vigilante should speak for your stamina as well. you’ve yet to distinguish this between a punishment or a reward, and he probably hasn’t either.
the begging, the way you cling to him- he feels needed. relied on. he can’t get enough of it. hence why he’d rather watch your sore and aching pussy continue to suck him in, all puffy and creamed out with his cum. dick grayson, fucking you into his mattress and folding you like a lawn chair. strong grip on a handful of your hair just to force your chin to your chest, making you watch as your cunt squelches around the girth of his cock; cooing at you, telling you how pretty you look, drawing out all those cute noises- and he wouldn't have you looking any other way, just for him.
and just to embarrass you, he's waiting on you to string together words other than your pathetic pleas of his name. "what is it, doll? just talk to me," he teases, "c’mon- look at me while i fuck you, baby." he knows damn well you're fucked beyond words and comprehension and he uses it like the evil motherfuker he is, leaning until his chest meets yours and pulling out another one of those pretty whines. fixing your gaze to look up at him is the last thing on your mind, and your cries for him hardly suffice. “you hear me, sweetheart?”
“dick- oh my god, dick, please…” you’re babbling now, bleary-eyes losing focus as you give up on clinging to him and you aren’t even sure what you’re begging for. his poor girl, so fucked out on his cock and he doesn’t even consider being nicer.
“don’t even know what you want,” dick grunts, little slaps against your cheek seemingly meant to bring you back. they’re gentle but firm, making your eyes shoot back open when his hand grabs your face before you drift back off. “d’you even know what i said? tell me.” and all you can give him is a slurred cry of his name.
if you weren’t stuck between operational and fucked into unconsciousness, you’d tell him you’re done, that you can’t take anymore. mascara running, legs sore and trembling, arms limp behind your head rather than holding onto him. it’s at this point that you figure he just wants a pretty little sex toy to use over and over- and the realization is evident when dick flips you over without pulling out, holding your ass up and letting your upper body rest against the mattress as a courtesy.
“I can go for one more,” he assures, as if his exhaustion was the issue. if only you could give him a piece of your mind and let him know he’s getting an earful when you wake up- since there’s no doubt in either of your minds that you’re near passing out. “my poor girl, fucked all dumb on my dick. let me know when you need a break, mkay?” ❧
a/n: um. i've only been thinking about nicholas chavez for the past two weeks.
It felt like Hell out here. Or what you’d imagine it to feel like, at least.
Out in the gardens, nuns at every flower bed getting to work. The hot rays of the September sun beaming down on you. Beads of sweat dripped under your habit, the neckline of your white long-sleeve feeling tighter than ever before. You were assisting Mother Superior in collecting food for tonight’s supper.
“Sister, please go gather the strawberries in the greenhouse. They should be fresh enough,” Mother Superior ordered, handing you an old, woven basket. You didn’t hesitate, wanting to find solace in the cold greenhouse. You opened the doors, already cooling down as a chill breeze wafted over you. The doors shut and you began to peruse the aisles between the strawberry beds.
With the heatwave hitting your small, desert town, most of the fruits and vegetables were hardly surviving outside in the gardens. But here, the strawberries thrived. Fresh, red as blood, laying beautifully in their beds. You wanted to pick them all.
Pushing your sleeves up your arms, you grabbed the first big, red strawberry you saw, picking it off and dusting it off on the black fabric of your habit. You brought it to your lips, inhaling the fresh scent of the fruit.
“Theft is a sin, Sister.”
At the familiar voice, you looked up, spotting Father Charlie on the other side of the strawberry bed from you. You stared at him, noticing his tense face. Then, slowly, you took a bite of the strawberry. Red juices coated your lips, dripping down your chin and staining the white shirt you wore under your habit.
Father Charlie cracked a grin, a chuckle leaving his lips as he began to walk around the strawberry beds. He got to the end of the aisle when he started speaking.
“Mind if I help you, Sister?” he asked, his red boots clicking against the cold tile of the greenhouse, getting closer and closer. You nodded just as he stopped, leaving a foot of space between you two.
“Of course, Father,” you smiled, holding out the basket for him. His hand covered yours on the handle, your eyes meeting for a moment too long before you looked away. He took the basket fully from you, standing by your side as you began to pick the fruit. As the basket got half full, Father Charlie spoke again.
“Your hands are getting stained,” he mentioned, making you look down at your hands. A faint, red color covered your fingers, making you sigh. You went to brush it off on your habit, but Father Charlie’s hand reached out. He grabbed your wrist, bringing your hand to his lips. Then, with his dark eyes locked on yours, he wrapped his lips around your pointer and middle fingers, cleaning the stain with swirls of his tongue. Your eyes watched as he sucked lightly on your fingers, and when he pulled away, you were speechless.
“Say thank you, Sister,” he said lowly, still holding onto your wrist. His grip was tight–tight enough for you to notice. You blinked, still in a daze.
“Thank you, Father,” you whispered, noticing a small smirk meet his lips. He turned your wrist in his hand, looking down at your palm. He brushed his fingers over the skin, humming.
“Such soft hands, Sister,” he murmured, his calloused fingers rubbing against your hand. They trailed down to your wrist and forearm, tracing your veins. “You shouldn’t be doing all this labor. I’ll get someone to take over for you, okay?”
You were taken out of your daze as he released your hand, starting to leave down the aisle. You picked up your skirt and rushed after him.
“Father, it’s alright,” you tried to tell him as he headed to the door. “I’ve got nothing better to do.”
“Yes you do,” he interrupted, stopping in his tracks. You nearly bumped into his back, your shoes screeching to a halt. He turned on his heel, and you looked up at him, eyes wide. “You’re helping me prepare for my Pedaling Priest session, Sister. Don’t you remember?”
No, you didn’t, because you hadn’t discussed it before. But you couldn’t deny him, not with the way he was looking down at you.
“Right,” you breathed, nodding slowly. “It must’ve slipped my mind. I’m sorry, Father.”
He smiled, bringing his thumb to his lips. He licked the pad of his digit before moving to cup your cheek and wipe the strawberry juice from your chin earlier. Then, his thumb pressed against your lips, pushing into your mouth. “I forgive you, Sister,” he murmured, leaning in and watching you suck on his thumb. He pulled his hand away, gently patting your cheek before waving for you to follow him. “Now, come. I need to prep you. It’ll be a long session.”
summary: in which you are a new host for your school’s midnight radio broadcast and wonwoo makes a call to the show
a/n: this has been in my drafts since 2021…
“Good evening, everyone. Welcome to KU’s Midnight Radio. The song you just heard was Sabrina Carpenter’s Bed Chem. I’m Y/N, your host for this semester. As you may know, Midnight Radio is usually hosted by Soonyoung Kwon, or DJ Hoshi, our favorite eccentric dance major, but he’s studying abroad in Japan right now, so I’m here to host the show for him until he comes back in January.
“You know, I’m actually not that nervous right now, even though I’m alone. I don’t know if any of you know me, but I hosted the show with DJ Hoshi and DJ Hong for a bit during last fall semester. I had a great time since I got to chat with my fellow peers during the late hours of the night. By the way, I hope you’re all having a good night so far. The first week has been really hectic for me, so I’m sure it was for a lot of you too. Make sure to get some rest. After the show, of course.”
You winked at the camera filming you, watching as the comments of the show’s Twitch stream began flooding in. You leaned forward, squinting your eyes to read them.
“Welcome, welcome. I see a few song requests, so I’ll make sure to play some of those later. Does anyone want to have a chat? The number is in the pinned comment if you guys want to talk. I get it if you don’t want to though. I’m having a pretty good time by myself.”
It took only a few moments for the phone to light up next to the laptop. A grin appeared on your face as you reached out to answer it, pressing the speaker button before leaning back to get comfortable in your chair.
“Name and social security number please,” you joked, crossing your arms over your chest as you smiled over to the camera.
“Wonwoo, 738203830,” the voice answered back, causing you to gasp.
“Did anyone get that? Surely someone wrote that down,” you asked, grinning happily as you leaned forward to read through the flood of comments. “Some people caught that number, Wonwoo. Anything to say for yourself?”
“I’m sorry to Kim Mingyu for outing his social security number,” the person stated, his seriousness making you laugh. The person on the phone chuckled too. “It’s not his actual number, by the way.”
“I’d hope not. If we’re thinking of the same Kim Mingyu, I’m positive he wouldn’t let you live another second if you gave that information away,” you laughed again, thinking about your good friend, Mingyu.
“You’re right. Do you know him? Tall, good cook, thinks he’s good looking?”
“I do, but I’m not going to fuel his already big ego by talking about him during the show.”
“Good idea.”
“So, Wonwoo. Tell us about yourself. Anything interesting going on?” you asked, anticipating the stranger’s answer. Wonwoo hummed to himself in thought.
“My name is Wonwoo. I live off-campus with a few of my friends, Mingyu included. My major is--”
“Sorry to cut you off, Wonwoo, but if I have another awkward conversation about majors my head might explode. I said tell me something interesting! What are you doing right now?”
“Oh thank God, I wasn’t ready to have someone ask what classes I take and why I choose KU as my school. I hate when they ask that, by the way. Why do they care so much?” he questioned, making you chuckle.
“They don’t care. They’re just trying to fill the awkward silence with an awkward question.”
“Right. Well, what am I doing right now? Hm, I’m in my room watching your stream and talking to you. Mingyu’s cooking ramen for our other roommate Vernon, so I might steal some of it when he’s done making it.”
“It’s the right thing to do. But also, why are they cooking so late? It’s 11:30pm right now.”
“Vernon skipped dinner to go to the Asian-American club meeting. He’s one of the club leaders so he had a lot to do tonight.”
“That’s the best club on campus, by the way,” you pointed out to the camera. “Anyway, did you want to talk about anything, Wonwoo?”
“Hmm, let me think of something interesting. Should I ask an academic or existential question?” he asked, your eyebrows furrowing as you thought.
“While I do love existential questions, I think since it's the end of the first week of school, we should talk about academic things. Don’t make it boring though. Maybe some advice?”
“Advice is a bit boring though…”
“I could just ask the next caller…”
“How do you get close to your peers?” Wonwoo quickly asked, making the smile on your face soften. “I mean, maybe we could give a few tips on making friends?” he suggested. You nodded along, clapping your hands gently.
“I like that, yeah. I know a lot of people, including myself, who had or are currently having a hard time getting close to others. Are you the same, Wonwoo?”
“I am.”
“Really? You don’t seem like it. We’ve had a good conversation so far, I think.”
“Yeah, but it’s easier to talk when you’re not face-to-face with the person, you know?”
“That’s true. Maybe that’s why I feel so comfortable talking to a stranger right now.”
“Maybe… Look, I know we said we weren’t going to talk about Mingyu, but he’s a good example for our question. He’s a talkative person, right?”
“Very talkative.”
Wonwoo laughed. “I met him halfway through my sophomore year. He was a freshman but he was more popular than anyone I knew. He came up to me in the cafeteria when I was eating alone and just struck up a conversation with me. I’m surprised he didn’t stop talking to me after that since I was very quiet and gave him short answers. He’s my best friend now, so I’ve witnessed a lot of encounters when he just goes up to someone randomly and talks to them. We went to the grocery store earlier today and he just started a conversation with a worker in the bread aisle…” Wonwoo paused for a few moments, a soft sigh escaping his lips. “I guess I’ve always wanted to have his voice. Not like–not his actual voice, but his ability to talk to anyone and keep them interested.”
You hummed at Wonwoo’s words, eyes on the comments as you spoke. “It seems a few listeners have friends like this too. But, yeah, I get it. My friend Yuqi is very extroverted as well. I wish I could make friends as easily as her, but also, I can tell it’s exhausting for them to talk so much. I don’t know about Mingyu, but Yuqi comes back to our apartment after a party and immediately crashes. She pushes herself to talk to all these people, but it just tires herself out. I’m sure if I tried to be that extroverted, I would probably die.”
“Same. I remember after my freshman orientation week, I slept for twenty-seven hours straight. I was going to sleep for more, but my roommate at the time called the on-campus police saying he thought I was dead.”
“Twenty-seven hours? Jeez, you practically were dead! But seriously, talking to people is so exhausting. Especially during freshman orientation! The amount of people I talked to during then was more than I’ve talked to in my entire life.”
“Of all those people I met, I only talk to one of them today. All of it was pretty pointless, but I’ve heard some people meet their best friends during that first week.”
“Yeah, I met a few of mine during then too. But, anyway, back to the question. How do you get close to people? Well, my advice is to remember that whatever you’re insecure about, whether it's your personality, your body, whatever, it does not matter. When you’re meeting someone, don’t focus on the negative things, like if you’re making a fool of yourself or if you look bad. No one cares that much, and if they do, they aren’t a good friend.”
“This is why it took me so long to make friends. I always felt that no one was listening to me when I spoke, so I convinced myself that I had nothing important to say. But my friends now teach me that my voice matters. Vernon especially. He doesn’t talk much, to begin with, but when he does everyone focuses on him, because we care about what he has to say. And when I talk, everyone looks at me and I feel like they’re listening.”
“That’s important, by the way! Make eye contact when you’re speaking with people. I feel so shitty when people aren’t looking at me while I’m talking. I always trail off and just stop talking. Make eye contact, and don’t multitask when someone is talking to you. It’s rude.”
“Don’t get me started on that. I hate when people are doing other things during a conversation, especially if we’re talking about something deep or important. And I really hate when people don’t listen to me after I just listened to them.”
“Please, everyone, listen when people talk. My self-esteem gets so low when people don’t listen to what I have to say. So please, listen to people and be active in the conversation.”
“Being active in the conversation is really important.”
“Exactly. So, in conclusion, listen, be active, and make eye contact. If you make people feel good while you’re talking, they’ll want to talk to you more,” you stated while pointing at the camera with a stern look on your face. You heard Wonwoo chuckle, causing your hand to falter. “Why are you laughing?”
“You’re just cute,” he answered simply, causing a blush to spread across your cheeks. You looked away from the camera, suddenly feeling very shy. “Wow, really? All it took was calling you cute to stop you from talking?”
“It caught me off guard,” you whined slightly, hiding your face with your hands. Wonwoo laughed at your reaction, causing a wide smile to fall on your lips. You removed your hands from your face, smiling at the phone. “Did Mingyu finish making the ramen?” you asked, resting your arms on the table.
“Yeah, a while ago.”
“What? Why didn’t you go eat it?”
“Because I was talking to you. But I should go now. I think they’re watching Single’s Inferno without me.”
“Alright, Wonwoo,” you pouted slightly, sighing as you traced your finger on the table’s wood.
“Don’t sound so disappointed, Y/N,” Wonwoo chuckled softly. It was embarrassing how easily a stranger could make your cheeks redden. The conversation with Wonwoo was the best one you’ve had in a while, and you were sad to end the call.
“I’m not,” you denied, sitting up to scoot closer to your laptop. You read through a few comments before speaking up. “The people don’t want you to leave.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” you answered, reading a few more comments. “Someone said you should co-host the show with me,” you giggled.
“That sounds fun. Maybe I’ll look into it for you.”
“Don’t be cheesy,” you muttered with a smile, switching your laptop tabs from the Twitch stream to your Spotify. “Before you go, any song requests?” you asked, trying not to sound sad as you spoke. Wonwoo hummed in thought.
“I’ve been listening to SUHO’s album recently, Self-Portrait?”
“I love that album,” you smiled.
“It’s really good. Could I request a song from it?”
“Of course.”
“Okay… maybe, Let’s Love,” Wonwoo suggested, your heart doing a million flips as you typed the song into the search bar.
“I’ll make sure to play it next. Thank you for this lovely conversation, Wonwoo. Eat well tonight and get some rest,” you stated. “Tell Mingyu to make me ramen sometime, too.”
“Will do. Thanks for talking with me, Y/N. Goodnight, sleep well after the show.”
The line ended shortly after, a sad smile resting on your face. You sighed, looking back to the camera with a wider smile.
“Now, I will be playing Wonwoo’s song request. It’s one of my favorites off the mini-album, Self-Love. This is Let’s Love, by EXO’s SUHO.”
You held two more shows on Saturday and Sunday night, silently wishing Wonwoo would call again. You had good conversations with other students, but none were as riveting as the one you had with Wonwoo. It was probably easy to search him up, and you contemplated doing so during your free period between classes on Monday as you sat in the campus cafe with Yuqi across from you. Your finger hovered over the Instagram search button, where you had typed in Wonwoo’s name, but to avoid being a creep, you exited out of the app and placed your phone on the table.
“Dude, found your mystery man,” Yuqi spoke up, causing you to nearly spit out your drink. You looked up at her, raising your eyebrows in confusion.
“What?”
“Wonwoo, that guy you talked to during the show on Friday. He’s in Mingyu’s recent post. They went to some water park,” Yuqi stated, still scrolling through her phone. “They all have really good bodies…” she trailed off, staring dreamily at her screen.
“Are you not going to show me?” you questioned, leaning forward to look at her phone. She giggled at your eagerness, turning her phone to face you.
In the photo, Mingyu was standing next to three other guys, including Minghao, who was a partner of yours in your Photography class. You tapped on the picture, revealing the tags of the others standing with them. There was a person tagged vernon_98, who you immediately identified as the Vernon that Wonwoo talked about during your call. Which meant, the other person tagged as everyone_woo was Wonwoo.
You blinked at the picture, taking in the visuals of your mystery caller. You noted his black hair and his glasses which made him look surprisingly good. You blushed slightly at how the wet suit he wore was tight against his muscles, revealing his large biceps and pecs. He held up a peace sign, your eyes trailing to his hand. He was so incredibly handsome, and you just had a conversation with him like it was nothing.
