#I feel like it could go two ways but I’m still undecided

[venjras]

CHEATING TROPE, PART TWO - GOJO SATORU.

i’m pretty proud of it ngl, english isn’t englishing today so sorry in advance. tw, nsfw : use of pet names, fingering, mating press, praising,

you were wearing a long, black dress that left just your shoulders uncovered while the glittery heels were already threatening the health of your feet. it had taken you years to get ready, perhaps the blame could have been attributed to the numerous changes of clothing that had taken you three hours. literally.

tonight there was an important party at your parents' company and they had left you in gumi’s hands, according to them you had taken too long and so you’d have to go with the boy since they didn't want to risk a delay.

the employee of the year award was at stake, after all.

you didn't even know why you had been so tight about it, maybe because satoru was also going to be there as he was the son of the ceo. option discarded, your last meeting had already been eloquent enough.

you sigh, anchoring the bag that fell right on your side while you tried to tie up your hair with your hands. still undecided whether to keep them loose or not. heading towards the raven's car, frowning. probably his father had lent him his car because you had never seen it before, complete with tinted windows that prevented you from seeing who was inside of it.

anyway, you end up giving up and leaving them loose, you just couldn't find a hairstyle that you liked. opening the door and sitting in the passenger seat with a big huff.

“i swear, i'm tired of this dinner already. can't we escape somewhere else?” you said lowering the visor of the mirror, looking at your made-up eyes and confirming that you had made a great make up choice.

“we can go wherever you want sweetheart, although dressed like this i don't know how far we'll get." you immediately stiffened. that was definitely not megumi's voice. “what the — “ you immediately put your hand on the door handle, noticing his amused expression as you tried to open it but without success. huffing and putting yourself back on the soft seat while he started the engine.

“you don’t wanna be late, do you?” he had his sunglasses on but you were sure they were sparkling with amusement right now. refusing to look at him for a minute longer, not wanting to give him all this satisfaction. you hadn’t seen each other since the previous conversation, you felt like you could still feel the slight effect of it. you certainly would never hook up with someone’s boyfriend, but that didn’t take away the effect that man was able to have on you. “i broke up with her” he interrupted the silence, and you couldn’t really hide the slight feeling of joy you felt in the pit of your stomach. “sorry to hear that.” liar, the laugh the white haired man let out confirmed it too. “bet” and out of nowhere he pulled over, it was a side street where very few people passed by at that time.

what happened in the next half an hour was too fast to even realise it, the last thing you knew was that you were locked between the soft fabric of the backseat and his body. his mouth was devouring yours, tongues looking for each other in a desperate dance, drinking you up completely. fingers pulling hard on his locks, panties lost on the car floor.

“such a messy girl” he quipped at the way your thighs seemed to spread wider, your impatience made him feel lightheaded. his fingers stroke softly along your wet folds, exploring your intimate skin.

his breathing fanned along your neck and his lips curled when you shuddered into him, drinking in the twitch of your thighs and the muffled whimper slipped from your lips when he collected your slick, trailing it up to ease the first roll of your clit. he watched your hips twist under his touch, making him press down on the sensitive bud harder before he's finding a pace and rubbing at you with two fingers.

your hands grabbing at his forearm with every sinful circle of his fingers against your cunt, whimpering needily against his body and it's almost like you're begging him not to stop, and that only drives him to press into you harder, more eagerly as he drinks in the way your lips part to moan when he finally sinks his fingers into your pussy “so fucking wet f’ me.” he groaned, his tone wavering with the weight of his arousal.

he really needed to make you completely his. he took a slow, anguid handful of your breast through your dress, grinning when he realised you've decided to go without a bra tonight, rolling and twisting at the sensitive peak as you whimpered.

“such a dirty girl.” satoru's words were heavy, only making the slick between your legs intensify, making it easier for him to sink his fingers into your tight walls, pressing them against the swollen, sensitive spots inside of you with every practiced twist of his wrist. your clit was getting puffier, more swollen with each graze of his palm against it and he couldn’t help but pull out of your cunt to rub your slick around it. so so sensitive to his touch.

“t — toru.. ” you gasped, trying so desperately to muffle your moans when you looked over to cast him a starry-eyed look, one that lured him in for a kiss that made the whole room spin as his other hand rolled your sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

drinking in your next languid moan of his name, licking into your mouth with such an intensity that made you gasp. “ that's my good girl, fuck — ” your thighs trembled around him, breaking apart from the kiss wetly to let your head fall back against the backseat.

he kept up his movements, sinking his fingers into your clenching walls with every few swipes just so he could feel the way you were soon going to be squeezing around his cock. letting you ride out your orgasm as you grabbed at him and your hips twisted and jolted with every rub of his fingers as they pulled back to roll your clit, prolonging your blissful state until you were pushing him away with a whimper and breathless pant.

but he was breathing heavy from where his chin was pressed into your shoulder, grazing his lips along your jawline when he tapped on your clit. chuckling at the way the tiny aftershocks made you jolt before he gently tapped on your thigh.

gojo started to undo his belt and the view was breathtaking. messy hair, red lips and eyes full of lust. you could see the outline of his cock and it was massive, mouthwatering. “are you going to be a good girl and take it all f’ me?”

fucking god.

in a couple of seconds he had your legs up in the air, your body nearly folded in half underneath his bigger one. he loved this position solely because he was able to see every change in your facial expressions. “c’mon my love, do that again while I’m inside of you this time” the man mumbled against the shell of you hear, his eyes glued to your pearky breasts and pouty lips.

you nodded, moaning his name repeatedly as his tip kisses the deepest parts of your insides. “b — baby.. ” your tongue rolled out due to how well gojo was pounding you into the seat. just a couple thrusts and you were gone, completely cockdrunk without a worry in sight. he let out a moan at the way you were holding onto him so desperately, like you didn’t want him to go anywhere but there. “fuck..” he hissed. he wasn’t going to be able to keep himself from cumming right inside of your cunt if you kept on squeezing him. his thrusts were knocking the wind out of your lungs. you could only babble about how deep he was and how you loved the way he was fucking you.

he was euphoric, the way your pussy clenched around him, pathetically trying to accommodate for his length. all those other girls, his fist, nothing could be compared to the way your warm walls sucked him in and hugged his cock.

he couldn’t no longer hold in his moans as he fucked you in a brutal mating press, your legs thrown over his shoulder so his tip could abuse your g-spot.

“s — slow down.” you whined but your cries fell upon deaf ears. he grabbed the back of your head and brought your lips to his, his hips not so much as stuttering as he entangles his tongue with yours.

your orgasm hit you so suddenly, so hard and good that your toes curled where they hung over his shoulders, your body stiffening beneath him and the first milking compression of your pussy made his pace stutter, hugging him so tight he couldn’t help but bite so hard into the sensitive skin of your neck he drew blood.

his body trembled as he pulled back slightly to watch your cream pool around the base of his cock, your slick smeared along his skin and your walls still throbbed with every unforgiving push of his hips. your orgasm felt like it stretched on forever as waves of shivers rolled through your body with the heat you felt pour and sting along your nerves. it only took him a few more clapping thrusts and your choked confessions before he was kissing you again.

satoru cummed hard, thick and heavy inside of you when he felt your tongue push against his, swallowing both of your groans into the kiss as he pushed his load into your puffy cunt. so lost in bliss.

the party was long way gone by now.

©️ venjras.

[waynewifey]

aporia — b.w

part one : dear mr. wayne

part two: aftermath

part three: aporia

epilogue

sumary: aporia suggests “an impasse”, a knot or an inherent contradiction found in any text, an insuperable deadlock, or “double bind” of incompatible or contradictory meanings which are “undecidable”. [reference]

pairing: battinson/bruce wayne x reader

genre: drama & romance

warnings: mental health struggle, miscarriage, car crash, a lot of internal dialogue

word count: 2k

A/N: the more i write, the more i put myself in this story. i feel like this ‘you’ is so complex i can’t help but try to explain her further. part four will be bruce’s perspective on all of this + an epilogue. i’m so grateful for the amazing feedback given on the last two parts and for the new followers, thank you so so much. i hope you enjoy this. (also this gif??? HELLO???)

GOTHAM. USA.

— bargaining.

the uncomfortable silence makes you want to scream. she told you that was a normal reaction and they couldn't get rid of those moments, they were essential for your self reflection. the problem was being alone with your thoughts, even for just one minute. they keep deciding you won't recover any time soon. everyone keeps holding you like a cracked vase. even negligence was better than being put under the microscope.

"i don't know what you want me to say" you respond, your gaze anxiously shuffling between the objects in the room. the woman's eyes, however, don't ever leave your face. she holds that journal like a scientist analysing a mutation. like you're some weird thing.

"you should say whatever you feel like saying." that's what she always answers. dr. quinn was extremely stoic, even for a therapist. you still liked her, though, because her pragmatic approach helped you shift your point of view and see yourself from an outside perspective, which made you want to help yourself. after weeks of feeling extra irritable, still trying to forgive your husband for lying to you, you realised maybe everything was too much for you to handle by yourself. you wanted to go back to the real world but before that, you had to do this. a quick chat with your psychiatrist and he gave you the contact to harley quinn.

"i think i've been way too mean to bruce" your confession has her nodding, like that observation had been made sessions before and she was waiting for you to realise that. "he's been so supportive and helpful, but sometimes words just fly out of my mouth and i don't even mean them"

"do you think it's easier to blame him than to come to terms with what actually happened?" you can't answer, because this was all you've asked yourself lately. you were a coward, hiding behind his suffering to prevent confronting yours. it's easy to curse him, to reject him, but it's not what you want to do. lately it feels like you don't have any control over your emotions and actions. you thought maybe if you pushed away the last person that still cared for you, you could disappear in your loneliness and finally stop hurting. "y/n you've been through something terrible. the kind of thing we never think it's gonna happen to us. i know it doesn't feel real, but you have to face it that it is. the thing about trauma... you have to keep living with it. you have to keep going, because it doesn't go away. but this is your life and you don't get to stay on standby. you hurt the people you love because it's better than hurting yourself. you told me you feel bad about it, so why won't you change?"

why won't you? you don't even know where to start. it felt comfortable living in sorrow forever. horrible, but comfortable. again, it was in fact easier to blame him than to accept this was reality. but he's right outside, been waiting for you for two hours, as he has done twice a week for over a month. you weren't being fair to him. he didn't deserve this. dr. quinn sees the defeat in your eyes and sighs in a mission accomplished type of breath.

"think about this, okay? we'll talk on friday." you nod, as if you weren't already overthinking it.

bruce sees you before listening to you. he's created the habit to stay in the waiting room with headphones in, blasting loud music. he didn't want you to feel like he was prying on you. he also didn't want to listen anything you had to say about him. you had the right to be mad at him, given everything that had happened. he knew you didn't mean it when you bomb dropped the word 'divorce' every now and then. it would take you some time to get back to normal and he wouldn't rush you.

you walk to the car quietly and get into the driver's seat. he agreed to let you drive to and from therapy. the office was actually in dr. quinn's house, a little bit on the country side of the city, if you could call it that. it was a 50 minute drive with no traffic, roads empty enough for you to drift off in you thoughts. he watches you drive, eyes brightening up a little more everyday. he realised that trying to shield you from the world wasn't going to work out. you need to learn how to be on your own. he needs to learn how to care for you while away.

"i'm sorry," you caught him off guard, observing the curves of your face. he frowns at the unexplained sentence. you glance at him but look back at the road. "for the way i've been acting. for pushing you away. for being too complicated. i know you're trying to help… thank you for staying."

"darling, of course. for better or for worse, remember? i'm never leaving you. we're getting through this, together. and don't you worry about me, i'll be okay when you are too, alright? you're doing great, i can see how much you're working towards it." he holds out a hand for you and you take it, intertwining your fingers. his calloused palms are softer now, courtesy of the months without batman-ing. they still embrace yours entirely and warm the cold tips of your fingers.

"i love you" the sweetness of that feeling dominates your tastebuds and it's almost like the day you started dating. that innocent type of love that consist of the pure enjoyment of each others company. however, your attempt to savour the moment is ruined by a shape in your peripheral eyesight.

"i love you too" bruce's voice is muffled by the anxious thoughts taking over your mind. the panic starts to overflow. he notices your body getting stiff and the wheel looking loose on your hand. your breathing lost it's rhythm to creaking gasps. there's something wrong. your eyes are frozen in a vehicle. he's seen this van before. maybe not this one, but an identical one, in a security camera tape in court. it looks exactly like the one that took you. "baby, hey, hey. i'm right here." you don't pay any mind to the man beside you. you can't, not when your instincts are telling you to run. not when you can feel the gun getting knocked on your head over and over again. bruce is saying something. the tears are blurring your sight. this is too much.

he's calling you screaming at this point, tears are rolling down your cheeks and you still haven't looked away from the van. there's a bump coming up, the car is dangerously fast and you're not driving at all. he goes for the wheel but isn't quick enough. the tires wiggle, going in their own direction. the car changes lanes, getting in the wrong way of the street. another car is coming and the impact isn't light. your head is thrown forwards, the airbag covering your face. the windshield shatters and little pieces of glass get stuck in your hair. the crash isn't too bad, you're both still awake and only the front has been smashed. but you get out hyperventilating, falling onto the ground and weeping.

bruce gets out as well, only a scratch on the forehead. he has to kneel on the dirt to hold you up. for a while, he doesn't say anything. the other driver is standing, phone in the ear. he's also fine. the cars were the only damage. two other drivers stop by, offering help. you wish he could help you, but it seems as if there's something inherently wrong with you.

— depression.

the weeks following the accident were harsh. it took a while to get you believing in recovery again. you still weren't sure. somehow there was press at the site, so pictures of you crying next to a car crash made it to the papers. there's minor commentary online about you faking it for your husbands popularity. most of the netizens feel desperately sorry for you and have painted you to be their new princess diana, the comparison seems wild to you.

you only go online every three days or so, because you can't resist the urge to know what bruce hasn't been telling you. jokes on you, he's actually been a lot more transparent lately. you agreed that the batman would show up to the sentence of edward nashton, to pressure the jury with his presence. it worked and the criminal got life without parole. the lawyers said that your public presence impacted on his trial, as 20 years was the standard. you were just glad he wouldn't do that to anybody else ever again. the case got national and your family from outside the state, that you not-so-kindly kept in the dark, started making contact, victimising you all over again.

but things were getting better, gradually. it had been almost a year and it felt like that chapter of your life was finally being finished. you were trying to get your life back, including your driver's license. it was suspended for a while after the accident, so now you had to submit a bunch of medical records to prove that you were mentally fine to drive again. that's how you found yourself in bruce's home office, searching everywhere for your documents. you could've asked him where he put it, but he had just fallen asleep in the living room and you didn't want to disturb him.

in one of the desk's drawers, you find a folder with the local hospital logo on it. you open it, shuffling through the papers you've seen before. only one stands out, with "ob/gyn" on the top of the sheet. you wonder if there's anything helpful there. your eyes start reading the words one by one, listing the examinations they've done on you. the subject changes abruptly.

the ultrasound analysis reports the miscarriage of an unknown pregnancy to the patient's spouse.

you feel like you're about to throw up. the world starts spinning as you force yourself to continue to read.

the fetus was estimated to be in the development stage of the beginning of the second trimester. the miscarriage was most likely a result of several mechanical trauma. dilation and curettage was performed with the patient in a medically induced coma.

you try to remember to breathe in and breathe out just like dr. quinn taught you. you expect the tears but they don't come out. the panic doesn't come. it's suddenly so quiet. it's not like a hole has been punched through your chest, it's like you have no chest at all. it's like you don't even exist. you somehow sit down, your body does. you feel as if it's moving on it's own and you're just watching from afar. your thoughts sound so distant, so irrelevant. you can only think of the baby that had once been inside of you and you didn't even realised. you didn't have the time to love him. you've had him there, right there, the thing you wanted the most in the world and he was taken from you. everything was taken from you.

if a tree falls on a forest, and there's no one around to hear, does it still make a sound? it felt like your fall was silent.

[fandomzwriterk]

I want to request Yandere Scott Summers x reader. Basically they are in a situation where they get into a situation where they have to fake date, but they are not in an actual relationship but Scott is yandere for the reader. I think adding the yandere into the story add so much more drama into it lol.

A/N: for you Mon Ami, I’ll do it. (Damn it I can’t stop talking like Remy thanks X-Men ‘97)

Warnings: cursing

F.R.I.E.N.D.S

(Yes I listened to Friends by Marshmello while making this… and I might’ve been playing Ghost of Tsushima too…)

“Scott!” You heard from behind you

You turned your head, seeing Jean Grey walking up to you and Scott Summers while you two were out in the town for a little fun break from “work”.

“Jean? What are you doing here? Is something wrong?”

“No I just… I just wanted to see what you were up to. I see you’re pretty much free so would you like to go out for dinner?”

Jean ignored that you were there, standing right next to Scott, looking at him with a “what the fuck” kind of glance. He was conflicted, but looked Jean up and down before saying anything.

“Not interested Jean.”

“What? But I thought you liked me?”

“Still undecided about it. Now if you don’t mind I’m with another friend at the moment.”

He ushered you away, walking down the sidewalk grabbing your hand and pulling you along.

“Scott this joke… it’s causing a rift between you and Jean.”

Scott stopped, letting your hand go and watching you pull away from him.

“I’ll admit it, it was fun but I can’t keep doing this to Jean. You know we’re not actually in love right? I like Remy remember?”

“Right… Remy. I forgot about that.”

He looked disappointed, most likely disappointed in himself for agreeing to help you and then let it get to his head.

“Remember all I wanted was to make him jealous because he was pining for Rouge? I still want him Scott. We’re just friends, you and I.”

You felt bad, you really did. Scott was a good friend to you all these years and now it felt like you were betraying him and his trust. You could see the hurt behind those ruby glasses, you always could.

“I’m going to head back now. I think I need to clear my head.” Scott spoke bluntly, turning away from you to walk down the alley and into the darkness

You sighed, feeling a sense of worry and dread creep up your skin. But, you still felt true to your heart, knowing you had feelings for Remy despite “dating” Scott. So, you walked along the street to head back to the X-Men Mansion.

“My cherié what are you doing out at this time?” You hear behind you

You spin around, hiding your face by looking down to the ground as you noticed Remy following close behind you.

“Remy! What’re you doing here?”

He shrugged, walking up to you to walk right next to you. His charming smile made your heart beat so fast you thought all your blood was rushing to your face.

“Well I came here lookin for a very fine lady that I can take out to dinner tonight.”

“And you picked me? Why not Rouge?”

“Don’t worry about her my little lady Mister Remy Lebeau has you all to himself tonight.”

You could swear you were dreaming and even if you were, you sure as hell didn’t want to wake up.

“Now come on this way cherié. I’ve got plans at a place Gambit thinks you’ll like.”

And he held his hand out to you, waiting for you to grab it. Shyly, you took it, noticing Remy pulling you closer to him as he started to walk, you keeping pace with him.

“I take it Scott’s never done this before right?”

“Hm? Oh Scott? No we’re just friends. I could never love him that way.”

“Huh. Miss Jean says you and him were together. She’s been trying to get him to pay attention to her, but he’s got his eyes set on something else.”

“Well, I don’t feel the same way. If anything I like-“

And you just shut your mouth before you could say anything else to embarrass yourself. Remy looked to you, his crimson black eyes giving you a mischievous look, his smile was practically a grin that said “I’ve got you right where I want you” and you were trying so hard to not pay any attention to it.

“Go on cherié. Don’t stop now Gambit wants to hear what you were gonna say.” He teased

“Never mind I’ll just-“

Remy pulled you closer, your side right against his as you looked up, staring him in the eye. He knew what he was doing, and maybe he was reading your mind. Oh how you didn’t want him to see the things inside your head.

“Does somebody want to tell me something?”

His behavior had you melting, way harder than your dumb acting with Scott could ever do. Remy made you feel something, something that “dating” Scott can’t give you.

“I want to say a lot of things but I can’t find the words.”

He chuckled, putting a hand to your cheek while the other still held onto your hands. He caressed your face, resting his fingers behind your head and continued to stare into your eyes.

“I love you cherié. More than anything. Yes… more than Rogue and more than myself. You are so perfect to me my dear.”

You used your other hand, pulling Remy down for a kiss, feeling him ease the tension in his body as he held you against himself, feeling your chest against his as you two stared into each others eyes.

“Maybe I’ll take a relaxing night in bed with my cherié over dinner. How does that sound?”

You shook your head, no words coming out as you felt your brain just slowly turn back on. Remy kissed you! He actually did! So, that’s a victory for you isn’t it? Well…

“Y/N!” You heard

And it was Scott, just standing a few feet away almost in the middle of the street. Granted it was night, but he looked like he didn’t give a shit in this moment.

“Get your hands off of her Remy.”

“No chance mon amí. Finders keepers.”

Scott came running, Remy slightly pushing you out of the way as Scott took Remy down to the ground. Scott’s hand was around Remy’s throat, pushing him down hard into the pavement.

“I said she’s mine.”

That line came out of Scott like a feral growl. What was going on with him?

“And you… you don’t listen to a damn thing I say do you? You’re mine you get it? You may not love me but I love you, so you’re mine as long as I’m around.” He growled at you now

Remy looked between the two of you.

“So you used her to get over Jean well congratulations Scotty you did just that. But trust me my friend…”

Remy put a hand on Scott’s shoulder, both men staring each other down like they would kill each other over you. At least Remy would do it to protect you, like right now.

“You ain’t gonna like this when you wake up.”

And Remy sent Scott flying back with a small blast of his kinetic energy, getting up and grabbing your hand to pull you along. You could hear Scott screaming and yelling with anger.

“Bring her back right now Gambit! She’s mine! All mine! Not Jean! Her!” You heard him yell

A/N: continuation? I guess we’ll have to see. I almost made a reference to my Trailblazer X-Men OC and I just went “fuck I haven’t said that yet in my other story”. Anyways I hope you enjoyed!!

[amberlynnmurdock]

The Good In You (Chapter 5)

Pairing: Benjamin "Dex" Poindexter x Reader

Chapter Summary: Dex and her share a few moments together leading up to the Gala on Friday -- which Dex is still undecided about.

Genre: FLUFF

Words: 3.1k

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Since Beckett was exiled from the office, tensions had gone down, and Dex felt more comfortable walking around the office. Not that he would ever feel 100% comfortable, but he definitely felt much better than he did before. He didn’t have to worry about someone trying to get him, provoke him and have leverage against him. 

It was easier to say hello to her in her office—no suspicious minds and wandering eyes kept their focus on them for too long. Dex didn’t care what they thought anyway. Whatever conversations he had with her—whatever people thought they saw—it was only between the two of them. Dex was walking over her to office now with two cups of coffee in his hands: one for him and one for her.

“G’morning, doc,” Dex leaned in the doorway. They had reached a point where he didn’t need to knock on the door to make his presence known. “Got your fresh cup for you.”

“I’m not a doctor, Dex,” she giggled, and Dex liked how the sound made him feel inside. Not a rush of anxiety. Just a rush. “Thank you.”

“Well, you’re the only medical professional in the building so I’d say it’s safe to call you that,” Dex smiled, tapping his paper cup of coffee to hers as a small cheer. “There’s no one else I’d go to, at least.”

“You’re funny,” she smiled and blushed as she blew on her cup before taking a sip. Dex hated the way how fast his thoughts turned dark. If anyone else had got her a cup of coffee, how could he be so sure they didn’t do anything to tamper with it? She willingly took the cup from his hands each time, but that’s because she trusted him. Dex would never put her at risk like that—he can’t say the same for everyone else. “You always make it perfect.”

“I spend more time perfecting your cup than my own,” Dex said naturally. Over the past few weeks, things had been slightly flirtatious between them, surprisingly more on Dex’s part. He saw that she enjoyed when he said things like he did just now, so he decided to keep saying them. 

And each time she noticed him going all sweet, she decided to ask him the most dreaded question. 

“Change your mind about the gala yet?” She asked quietly, almost too quickly before she put her coffee cup to her lips. Dex shifted uncomfortably and leaned on the opposite side of the doorframe.

“No,” Dex shook his head. “I haven’t.” If the gala only consisted of the two of them, and not nearly the entire department, Dex would consider going. It was a chore enough for him to avoid as many people as he worked with—to willingly go to an event where he was forced to talk to people and not only that, wear an uncomfortable suit? Dex wasn’t sold. He wouldn’t put himself through that. Not even if it meant he got to sit next to her the entire evening. 

She was lovely. He wasn’t. People would be going up to her all night, and that would only spur Dex’s anxiety more. 

“I wish you would,” she gently urged. Dex sighed. He knows that. It was written all over her face each time she brought it up. Hope. And then disappointment when he would give her the same answer. “I guess you have until Friday to change your mind. Or I have until Friday to convince you.”

“I was interrogated for two weeks straight in Quantico,” Dex said in a low voice, meeting her eyes and holding her gaze, “it’s not easy to crack me under pressure.”

“I didn’t say I’d pressure you,” she defended teasingly, “I said I’d convince you.”

“Those words are synonymous in interrogations,” Dex replied with a smirk.

“If I were to pressure you or convince you, whatever word you prefer,” she began, “I’d say the biggest reason you should come is because there’s going to be great food, free, might I add.” Dex nodded with a ghost of a smile on his lips, fascinated by her attempts at convincing him, looking at her like what else? “A great opportunity to take advantage of an event the bureau is paying for…” Dex waited for her third reason. “And, well… I want you to be there.” 

He knew this was the biggest reason why she kept asking him about the gala. Still, he didn’t know what to say. He enjoyed their early morning, private conversations. He enjoyed being the reason she smiled and blushed. He enjoyed how much she seemed to enjoy his company. But being her date to the gala was something he couldn’t fathom, not even for her. It wasn’t her that was the issue—it was him. And the expectations he’d never live up to. 

“I told you I’d think about it,” Dex finally said, after some time of holding her gaze. 

“I guess you technically have four more days to think about it,” she lightly shrugged. “Can I ask what’s stopping you?”

“I don’t know,” Dex broke eye contact with her. “I don’t want to burden you with all that.”

“You’d never burden me with anything,” she said with conviction. “I know we’re just… coworkers, but you can always talk to me about anything. I’m a good listener.”

Dex’s gaze moved to the ground, where their shoes were almost touching—that’s how close they were standing. She made no movement to step back, and neither did he. 

“I appreciate that,” Dex said quietly. 

“Agent Poindexter!” 

Both of them were startled by Hattley’s voice coming down the hall. She stepped back instantly, while Dex stepped forward instinctively in a protective way. When he saw it was Hattley, Dex stepped back. 

“Training starts in five. You’re presenting first. Good morning, Nurse __,” Tammy smiled at her. She raised her cup of coffee as a greeting and looked at Dex once Tammy walked away. He sighed and looked down sheepishly. 

“Duty calls,” Dex said. 

“Have fun, agent.” 

◎◎◎

Her shift the next day started at 1 PM, and she wouldn’t get home until midnight. When Hattley had pulled her aside yesterday to let her know, she was less than thrilled but agreed anyway. She wasn’t thrilled that she would be getting home so late, and that the FBI shuttle wouldn’t be available.  

Dex walked over to her office that morning and was disappointed to see her office dark, with the door closed, with no sign of her. 

“She’s coming in at 1 today,” Hattley said as she walked by Dex. Dex followed her and walked up to Hattley to catch up with her. 

“Why?”

“We’ll need her later in case any new agents get hurt on their first field assignment. She said she’s okay with it.”

“But the shuttle won’t be here to take her home,” Dex argued. 

“You’re welcome to stay later and get in on the field with the new agents, Poindexter,” Hattley stepped into the elevator. “Your choice.” The elevator doors closed, leaving Dex stranded in the middle of the hall. Dex ran his hand over his face—his day wouldn’t feel complete if he didn’t get to see her. She had become a part of his routine. 

Dex decided to stay. 

When she arrived at 1, she was disappointed to see that most of the agents had left for their missions already—including Dex. She wondered if he would be on one of the late-night missions, but she highly doubted it. Disappointment settled in her—she probably wasn’t going to see Dex today. 

She sat at her desk, flipped through the new agents’ files, and kept herself occupied until it was time to head home. In her bag, she had a can of mace and a claw keychain for her walk home, since it’ll be so late by the time she gets out. She’s done overnights before—that wasn't the issue. It was her concern for getting home safely that was. 

Hours passed, and it was soon nearing 11 PM. Some agents were at their desks but most had gone home for the night. Truthfully, she was fighting sleep and decided to brew a fresh pot of coffee to stay away. Just as the machine was humming, the elevators opened and revealed a small group of agents coming back from their mission. 

She peered out of the kitchen and watched as they trickled out. Her heartbeat increased when she saw Dex standing in the back, wearing his tactical gear. He looked even more handsome in uniform—it had been a while since she’d seen him in it. Dex caught her eye momentarily, a look of relief on his face. 

“Doc,” Agent Poindexter called for her as the agents stood behind him. Clearly, Dex was the one in charge tonight. “Think you can check up on these guys before they go home after their first mission on the job?”

“That’s what I’m here for, Agent,” she smiled at him. “I’ll save you for last.”

One by one, she checked up on the new agents. Most of them were okay, some of them were a little shaken up by their first mission, but they understood what the job entailed. After all, they were here for a reason. She did the best she could in getting to know them and easing their anxieties. 

“I hear you get used to it, after a while,” she said to her second to last patient. He was a young man, probably 22 years old, named Daniel. 

“I hear that as well, but hopefully sooner than later,” Daniel smiled sheepishly. He had bright blonde hair and blue eyes. ”Thank you, Nurse __.”

“My pleasure,” she smiled as she walked him out the door. She saw the group of young agents at the front of the office, signing out with another more senior agent. She watched them with a smile on her face—they were all truly pleasant and sweet. 

“Got time for one more?” Dex’s voice pulled her from her gaze on them. She uncrossed her arms and looked at Dex, who seemed much taller when he was in his uniform. Camo-green vest, with matching pants and tan combat boots. Dex’s dirty blonde hair was a little disheveled, but he didn’t look any less attractive. He had a rugged smile on, but a soft gaze in his eyes.

“I always have time for you,” she said quietly. “Come on in.”

Dex followed her into her room, closing the door behind him. She suddenly felt more awake, and more settled, now that Dex was here in her room. She kept her back toward him as he took off his tactical vest and jacket, revealing a black tee shirt underneath. She retied her hair and washed her hands. When she heard him sit up on the exam table, she turned around to meet him. He was sitting up straight patiently. 

“I didn’t know you were working so late,” she said. 

“It kind of just fell in my lap today,” Dex explained.

“How did it go with the new agents?”

“Not bad, for what it's worth.”

“How do you feel now?” She asked. 

“Good,” Dex replied, “I’m here now.”

“Good.” Suddenly, it was the look Dex was giving her—complete and utter focus on her. Nothing else in the room existed except for her, it felt like. Not even the rolling tray of medical supplies that was next to her. She felt self-conscious by the way he was looking at her. She was suddenly very aware of herself and how she looked. “I’ll check your head first.”

She pushed some of his hair that had fallen on his forehead back and ran her fingers gently through his locks, feeling for anything unusual. She felt nothing. He closed his eyes for this part and took a deep breath. She felt the base of his skull and slowly pulled back. 

“Didn’t bang your head. That’s good,” she said to make some conversation. 

Dex nodded his head and opened his eyes. She brought out her mini light to look at his pupils. Dex blinked twice to get rid of the after flash. 

“Sorry,” she murmured.

“It’s okay,” Dex said. 

“You don’t look like you have any scratches. I don’t think the questionnaire is necessary this time.” The rest of the exam went quickly—as usual, Dex didn’t have any serious injuries if any at all. She did, however, notice that he winced as he stretched from the table. 

“I should probably check on that bruise on your ribs,” she said suddenly. Dex paused his movements and sat back down on the table. “Is that okay?”

“Yeah,” Dex said. 

She lifted his shirt and averted her eyes away from his defined abs. His bruise was nearly faded completely, thankfully. 

“Looks good,” she said. “The bruise, I mean,” she added quickly. 

“How was your day?” Dex asked, standing up from the exam table and leaning back on it. “When I didn’t see you this morning, I was concerned if you’d get your coffee.”

She laughed at this and then suddenly realization settled. “You were here this morning too? Gosh, how long was your shift today?”

“I was in this morning,” Dex said. “Real early too. I—“ Dex struggled to explain himself, because how else could he dance around the truth? He only stayed and went on the mission just so he could stay late for her, and make sure she got home safe. “Hattley asked if I could join the new agents on their first mission.”

“That was nice of you,” she replied. “I’m sure she really appreciated it.” 

“It’s nothing,” Dex shook his head. 

“I’m glad you’re here this late,” she told him. “I was spooked by the idea of being here so late with no familiar faces.”

“Does the shuttle run this late?” Dex asked, already knowing the answer. 

“No,” she sighed, “but I brought mace and my claw keychain, so I should be good going home.”

“Oh,” Dex shook his head, “I mean,” he shrugged his shoulders, “let me walk you home?”

“Really?” She asked him. “But Dex, you’re so tired. You worked all day, longer than me. I wouldn’t want to delay you getting—“

“I want to,” Dex interrupted her gently. “Making sure you’re home safe is worth an extra hour of my day.”

Relief washed over her knowing she wouldn’t have to worry about walking home so late alone. She couldn’t help but smile at him, this sweet FBI agent offering to walk her home. He looked tired, but it made him look all the more sweet. He looked hopeful that she’d say yes.

“Thank you,” she smiled. “I don’t have much to clean up. Maybe five more minutes.”

By the time she cleaned up her office, everyone was out of the building, leaving only Dex and her. Dex was waiting patiently on the chair outside her office. When she was done, she opened the door and Dex stood up from his seat. 

“Ready?” She asked. 

◎◎◎

Luckily, her apartment building wasn’t too far from the office. Dex made sure to stand closest to the road as they walked. For the first few minutes of walking, nothing was said. The sounds of their footsteps on the pavement and the few cars that drove by filled the air. Her gaze was focused on the ground, watching their steps in sync. 

Suddenly, she’s being pulled in close to Dex—he’s wrapped his arm around her frame and holding her tightly as they walk. She looks up at him in confusion but when she looks forward and sees a group of three men standing at the corner of an alleyway, she sinks deeper into his embrace and places her hand on his arm to hold herself steady. Dex’s sharp gaze is on the men, his jaw is clenched. When they’ve walked at least another block away, Dex lets go of her, to her disappointment.

“Good thing you walked me home,” she said softly. 

“You’re safe with me,” Dex replied. She’ll remember that sentence for a while. 

“Has being an agent kind of made you change the way you view the world?” She asked him.

“What do you mean?”

“Like, is everything a threat to you now? Maybe those guys were just hanging. Maybe they had bad intentions. I’m naturally inclined to think ‘well, better safe than sorry.’ Is it different for you?”

It was a more complex question than Dex would like to admit. All his life, things were threatening to him, even if they weren’t. “I think it has changed how I view the world, yeah. I naturally look everywhere for a threat before I can ensure we’re safe.” 

“I guess they train you to think that way,” she sighed. “From what I’ve seen, I think a lot of agents are jaded now. Which is understandable,” she explained, maybe more to herself. “But I wouldn’t want this job to change you, Dex.”

“How?” He questioned, picking up on her slowed pace, indicating her apartment was approaching.

“Just… remember there’s good in the world. There’s good in you. Good in me,” she said. 

“I think all of you is good,” Dex said. “You’re a patient and kind person. I can’t think of one bad quality you have.”

She laughed at this. “I can get cranky.” 

It was his turn to laugh. “I’m sure even cranky you’re just as lovely to be around.” 

She smiled at him and when she looked forward, she was disappointed to see they’d reached her apartment. Still, sleep was just around the corner and she couldn’t wait to get in bed.

“Dex, thank you so much again for walking me home,” she stopped at the door to face him. He had a tired look on his face but he still offered a half smile as he looked down sheepishly. “I appreciate you.”

“No need to thank me,” Dex shook his head. “Goodnight, __.”

“Goodnight. Hey, wait—“ she cut him off before he could walk away. “Let me see your phone.”

Dex pulled out his phone and she took it from him, typing away at something. He looked at her in amusement. 

“You’ll text me when you get home so I know you made it back safe, too.” 

“I will,” Dex said, taking his phone back and seeing she put her phone number in. That wasn’t his intention at all, but he’s glad she did it. 

With one final goodnight, she went inside her apartment and Dex waited until she was in the lobby until he started to walk back to his apartment. He couldn’t put a finger on what exactly it was he felt—he only brought himself to walk her home, but he felt like he left something with her. And he’d only feel better the next time he saw her. 

[ghostofwriting]

idk if im properly explaining this but like…as much as im rooting for y/n and rafe, if i was sofia and the man i am engaged to (and this engagement is public knowledge) is posting on his private about another girl claiming her as ‘the love of his life’ and being all angsty about not being with her AND all his friends are aware hes doing this and not telling me…oh i would be out the door in seconds🙏 SOFIA GIRL STAND UP AND LEAVE HIM🤷‍♀️

Yes!! Okay sooo Sofia will eventually find out of course but let me explain.

I think with Rafe he personally doesn’t see it as bad because he’s not actively going after yn. He talks so much about being better, growing from the past, and learning to not self sabotage but I think that Y/n is a sore subject for him because he knows he fumbled okay. Like that man is fully aware of what he could’ve had but because of who he was 1-3 years ago he fucked it all up. (I say 1-3 because the man’s engaged but I’m undecided lol) so he sees this as a way to get his feelings out but not hurt anyone. He loves sofia, he really does and he doesn’t want to do to her what he did to y/n but he can’t help but think of what could’ve been or what could be if he were brave enough. Basically he thinks it’s too late.

With Barry and Topper it’s not much different than why they chose Rafe the first time. They are absolutely rude or die for him. They love yn so much and had it been anyone else doing to her what Rafe was they would’ve told her and killed the guy. But it was rafe and selfishly they didn’t want to hurt the band. So they kept their mouths shut in hopes that Rafe would get his shit together and yn would never find out. With Sofia, they see it the same way rafe does. It’s just a way that he gets his feelings out and since he doesn’t act on it, what could the harm be? (Men)

As for JJ (because he’s seen interacting with Rafe’s priv) he doesn’t give a singular shit. That man has met sofia maybe one time and doesn’t care what rafe does or doesn’t do with her. He loves yn and he tolerates rafe but he’s not willing to get in the way of anything.

As for the rest of the pogues, much like JJ, they don’t care. They also don’t see a lot of it. They’re kind of just minding their own business, some of them barely go on their socials. They’re busy people so they don’t have time to see that Rafe very much is still invested in yn.

Kelce is in med school, that man has no time for Rafe’s shenanigans.

Ms Sarah. Well last time this happened Sarah got burned. How do you think y/n found out? Sarah doesn’t want to start anything with her brother. She’s worked hard to mend and nurture their relationship and as long as rafe isn’t acting on anything she won’t say anything. She calls him out here and there but she’s not going to tell Sofia for fear of damaging their relationship.

Y/n, well obviously yn doesn’t see any of this but if she did you know that Sofia would be getting anonymous screenshots. She doesn’t want anyone to go through what she went through so that’s not something she would keep to herself. Which is why no one tells her, and because whenever rafe is brought up she shuts down. The two that would tell her about this, Pope and Cleo, they don’t follow his priv so they’re clueless as well.

Buuuut as for ms Sofia, it’s karmic isn’t it? She knew about yn and Rafe’s complicated little thing when Rafe pursued her and she didn’t put a stop to it. And she lied to y/n’s face about it sooo. She’ll stand up, just not any time soon.

[marbleboa]

thinking of the meister and weapon trend ... who do you reckon is which role for sakuyama?

GRINS. Did a soul eater rewatch a bit ago and to nobody’s surprise, I Have indeed given this concept a fair bit of thought. My ideas thus far:

Sakurai: His abilities revolve so much around using tools, definitely feels like he’s a Meister. I think he’s able to be compatible with a lot of different demon weapons, similar to Stein. However, it’s less of a matter of his own flexibility but more of his soul being able to bend the other’s soul wavelength to suit him(like a diluted version of Masamune’s ability except on the meister’s side). The creation of his jugan almost reminds me of the way demon weapons are created in the first place, him doing that could be a super interesting concept too.

Koyama: Unsurprisingly a weapon! With both his pride and track record of resisting authority he’s definitely one that prefers to operate on his own without a meister, wants to win fights on his own power and his alone. I’m…still undecided on the actual weapon though. In the series there’s such a broad range, scythes to guillotines to rifles to chainsaws, but I’m definitely thinking something where its features manifest on his arms to parallel his telekinetic helix. Some kind of energy-blast firearm? A butcher cleaver to let Sakurai go full Nanami JJK mode? Not sure.

As for the two together, I imagine whatever version of Claw in that AU would have them partnering up—Sakurai’s one of the few who can(reluctantly) resonate with a volatile soul like Koyama’s, much to the latter’s chagrin. Still, I’m sure they work something out eventually :>

[precious-little-scoundrel]

I set notifications on your stuff just so I don’t miss any Twc posts. Anyway it’s been a rough month and this week is gonna be a nightmare for me so any fun and romantic Benny x Lu lil tidbits you could share if you’re up for it would be such a mood booster. ❤️❤️

Some Benny x Lu thots:

Sorry I am just now seeing this so it’s not exactly a “tonight” gift and response but if I can in any way lighten your day/hour/week, I will be delighted to do so. ☺️🥹😘

I’m pathetic at these things compared to some writers on tumblr, full warning. These are the sorta asks where I miserably look around and wonder if I’m even the writer of the story because my mind goes blank. I think it’s in part because I don’t have things chronologically and entirely thought out. But this is for funsies so I will start blabbering in that happy vein, and hope for the best. Nothing but a ramble ahead. ☺️

OK, so while a little undecided regarding how they eventually get together, I can confirm the entire vibe is that of the well worn Grandma advice, “if your man gives you nothing but butterflies, run, but if he gives you the sense of complete security and a peaceful sense of being known, never let him go”.

When discussing her wants and desires for relationships with men, -most likely with Maureen because that is her big sister/wine aunt friend who she can feel free to talk about these things with- I can see Lu voicing her confusion and frustration with really wanting to experiment but always freezing up with strangers, which is obviously an utterly natural thing to do with the levels of trust required.

It’s not exactly a job for a boy to undertake.

But the normal thing to do would be to meet someone around her age, so she keeps trying, and it’s not always horrible, especially as she enjoys the “giving” aspect of intimacy and enjoyment of dates and parties and being someone’s special someone.

I think this leads to a little annoyance on her part, when Maureen or Ida will ask her who she is most comfortable with, and it always has to be an admission that it’s the men of the 100th. Even though she still sometimes feels like the baby with them, she’s utterly comfortable with them. And I think she thinks of it as something she needs to outgrow for a very long time, until finally accepting that it’s more about them being a remarkable group of men than a complete trauma bond.

And Benny might be the most comfortable of all. He wasn’t witness anything awful and yet he already knows everything, he has repeatedly been her superior in camp, but almost always in a caregiving aspect or in organizing a way to care for those under them.

Benny is familiarity, satisfying expectations and unobtrusive goodness. She’s a full fledged being to Benny and when he asks about how her college experience is going, he asks it with all the understanding she’s not sure she has herself.

Benny also is also a horribly handsome man, whose scruff in camp she always found very confusingly nice -like a doughty pirate out of one of Pyle’s paintings. That’s really beside the point but she’s thought about it too often for comfort and it’s made her angrily toss in bed a few times. Bewildered by a crush that’s not a full crush at all.

Once together, I think the difference between a man and a boy is so obvious:, not in a way that screams age gap between these two, but on the contrary, it’s like she finally found an equal, yet also someone who will not age her.

Of course that takes a lot of different forms. We’ve talked about them being adrenaline junkies, loving nature and adopting pets. Massive road trip aficionados, and they probably have a spectacular memorabilia collection from their cross American journeys. They are utterly supportive of each other’s businesses and careers, and while some may think it discordant that they are in different fields, they don’t see it that way at all.

The adrenaline junkie aspect should not make you assume that these two are not also spectacular at the quiet sort of companionship that a friends-to-lovers can boast the best of. They love a good cuddle on the couch, or laying on the floor of the forest, or sitting and watching the fireflies.

I think Benny is the sort of man who leaves a single love note somewhere in the house every day, and Lu has to find it, that’s the rules. I think they have tiny little wagers, over the most inconsequential things, and Benny always ends up paying up – he has to buy her anything she wants. Which is usually the most tiny, sentimental trinket, and it’s something she could’ve easily bought herself, but they both like him buying it for her.

I think he’s obsessed with her type of beauty, like the fact she is a native American is not something he overlooks or is inconsequential, he absolutely revels in it. He thinks she’s gorgeous, thinks her scars are so utterly attractive due to her resilience – obviously, after a lot of context and healing – and comes up with all sorts of compliments praising his bronze goddess. Wants to make pitch black haired babies with her, and says it with the far off dreamy look in his eyes that tells her it’s not about the breeding that’s making him haze, no, it’s the little mini Lu’s that he wants and is picturing. At her own pace, of course.

He totally makes possibly politically incorrect jokes about it being the ultimate immigrant success story as an Italian man to be with a true original American. 🙄🤭

This man totally does most of the cooking, and as I have said before in a previous answer, it’s a bit of a joy to them when she comes home grubby, and in her work clothes, after a day of environmental engineering, 🤪 (if we go with that) and he’s in his business suit, And they can have a good giggly laugh and love session just like that. In other words, they just really love each other for who they are. It’s utterly comfortable, and don’t let anyone ever tell you that’s a lesser sort of love. 🥹

Interviewing these two as old folks would be the most precious thing. I’ll just leave ya with that

Xoxoxo and best wishes for you next week and this rough season: all things must pass

[secret-diary-of-an-fa]

Doctor Who: The Legend of Ruby Sunday (Worth the Wait).

In a season that has been decidedly hit and miss (with more of the latter than the former), The Legend of Ruby Sunday stands as a both startlingly detailed and wonderfully well-made. It might even be better than Boom! (the standout for this season so far) but I’m undecided on that one. It’s really astonishing how much of this episode just works, straight off the bat, especially given how many elements are in play at once. And there are are lot of elements. The Legend of Ruby Sunday is a dense, meaty slice of science fiction that feels worthy of the show’s spectacular, confident 2005 return. We have a woman who seems to have been multiplied and scattered across time and space but who, on present day Earth, is a tech billionaire preparing to release a new app that will change life on the planet in some mysterious and unspecified way. We have a time window that lets us see into Ruby Sunday’s equally mysterious past, developed in secret by UNIT (who have been spying on the tech billionaire). We have a dark cloud hanging over the TARDIS itself and ominous portents that He Who Waits is ‘returning’. It’s heavily implied that He Who Waits is something like the Celestial Toymaker but worse; far, far worse. And finally, at the end, we get a big, scary reveal that unveils the tech billionaire as a mere pawn in someone else’s game and the real identity of He Who Waits (and what he has to do with the dark presence lurking around the TARDIS). By golly that’s a lot of things and they all gel together nicely, creating a plot that feels kinetic and energised without feeling rushed.

Unfortunately, in order to review it properly, I’m going to have to spoil the big reveal at the end, so if you haven’t seen The Legend of Ruby Sunday yet, consider this a hearty, two-thumbed recommendation, go watch it, and then come back here for the analysis. SPOILERS BEYOND THIS POINT.

Done? Okay? Brilliant. So it turns out that He Who Waits is- and there’s no easy way to say it so I’m just going to come right and drop a bombshell on y’all- the no-kidding god of death (Sutekh to his friends). The tech billionaire (Susan, but it doesn’t matter) is one of his vessels, come to bring the gift of death to the noisy, babbling universe while the dark cloud around the TARDIS is Sutekh’s own body, scattered but waiting to manifest. And manifest he does, immediately causing his vessels and harbingers to turn into zombie-things whose merest touch can turn people to dust. Cue the ‘TO BE CONTINUED’ bit and roll the credits, because that, ladies and gents, is how you do a fucking cliff-hanger.

Doctor Who really does seem to be at its best when it’s doing full-on cosmic horror lately (the ridiculousness of The Giggle notwithstanding, it still leant heavily into that vibe; even moreso Wild Blue Yonder). Don’t get me wrong: I wasn’t necessarily a fan of the wishy-washy supernatural elements introduced this season (the stupid bloody fairy circle for 73 Yards can grab its cunty little goblin friends from The Church on Ruby Road and fuck right off), but I’ll forgive them since this is apparently what they were building to. The Doctor- the pinnacle of intelligent, problem-solving rationality- matching wits with a god death embodying the blackest, deepest depths of terror and superstition? Yessity-fucking-please! And the route we took to get here: the reunions and cheer of UNIT overcast and overshadowed with a palpable sense of looming dread as a storm rolls into London, presaging the terror to come. It’s great! It’s even gotten me psyched for the next episode; the final instalment of this season and this story. Well, it’s mostly got me psyched.

See, as much as I enjoyed The Legend of Ruby Sunday, I do worry that one great episode does not equal a trend and that the titanic confrontation promised at the end of this one might not actually be paid off in the sequel. We could end up with the Doctor getting sidelined by other, more active characters, or Sutekh getting nerfed for reasons of plot-convenience. Hopefully the two-parter got written in one mammoth session on one of Russel T. Davies’ more switched-on days and the quality will remain consistent across the halves, because it would be great if this season could end on a bang instead of a whimper.

Sorry. I don’t mean to sound negative while I’m in the middle of praising something. The problem is that this season has been such a mixed bag, it’s hard not to have my opinion of even great episodes coloured by the quality of the episodes that surround them.

Anyway! Back to the positivity! What works here is as much about what the episode doesn’t do as what it does do. We’re not interrupted, for example, by any unnecessary musical numbers (look, I was fine with the Celestial Toymaker having a song-and-dance routine, because he’s that kind of over the top villain, but the number of episodes that ground to a halt for musicals this season was starting to get ridiculous). We’re also mercifully free of rushed romantic subplots (again, Doctor Who plus romance is fine, it just needs awhile to percolate, and if you’re not going to do it properly, you shouldn’t do it at all, BBC). And, most importantly of all, there’s no overt, straight-to-camera speeches about [INSERT RIPPED-FROM-THE-HEADLINES ISSUE HERE]. I’ve broadly agreed with the show’s politics this season (we’re not lost in Tory Chibnal territory here), but I don’t want to hear any point repeated ad nauseum, even a good point. All the focus here is on delivering a proper, well-constructed story and it’s really refreshing.

I have gripes, of course. I appreciate the low-key diss someone slipped past the editorial team by making the god of death look a bit like a mouse. Disney, whose money Doctor Who now depends on is, of course, the ‘House of Mouse’ and it’s fair to say it’s influence is one of the factors slowly killing interest in the show, so yeah: right on whoever came up with that monster design. Unfortunately, it does have the unexpected side-effect of making Sutekh look adorable, which probably isn’t the vibe they were going for. Also, I’ve seen Lenny Rush on Taskmaster and now I’ve seen him in this and he definitely makes a better comedian than an actor. I mean, fair play to the wee fella, I’ve just googled him and he’s only fifteen so it’s totally to be expected that he’s not quite there yet. It just seems weird he’s in a more serious-skewing episode.

Overall, however, The Legend of Ruby Sunday is a refreshing change of pace in a season that’s struggled to find its feet. Hopefully, it’s a blueprint for both the season finale and Ncuti Gatwa’s upcoming second season as the Doctor. This kind of thing is good. This kind of thing can bring fans together. This kind of thing is what the show needs now.

Please, please, Russel T. Davies. MORE OF THIS SORT OF THING.

EDIT: Yes, I'm aware that Sutekh is supposed to look like a jackal, but 'supposed to' is the operative phrase in this context. From the camera angle privileged towards the end of the episode, with the big ears and adorable little whiskers, the motherfucker looks like a mouse, and that will never not be funny to me.

[gunilslaugh]

Hello! I really enjoyed the response to my last request (the bad habit reader with Jun hun), and I was wondering if I could get a part two?

Like the reader is having a party and Jun han brings the rest of the band to meet reader but a fight breaks out between either reader and a random person, or reader and a band member,

And Jun han takes the readers side and takes care of them afterwards?

I hope this isn't too much ,

Also can I be 🎻 anon?

Of course you can be 🎻 anon! I changed your request just a tiny bit, instead of the reader having a party. I wrote where they go to a party I hope that you don't mind, it was easier for me to write that way. :)

Part 2 to Why Do You Stay?

Han Hyeongjun

Summary:It’s been over a year since you’ve been to a party, but you feel like you’re ready now and you have Hyeongjun by your side, so what could go wrong?

WC:~1.9k

Warning: reader gets into a fight, minor injuries, one cuss word

photo not mine credits to owner.

An annual party was coming up. It was a party that the buskers of your area always held as a little celebration for the year coming to an end. You were still undecided about going to it or not. You skipped out on it last year, due to working on yourself to become a better person, ie not trusting yourself to be near alcohol or other substances that would probably be there. The party was always fun though and you were admittedly bummed about missing it last year. However, you still weren’t sure if going to a party would be a good thing for you. 

“Hey, y/n you had a nice set tonight, looks like you did pretty good money wise too.” One of your busking friends came up to you as you were beginning to pack up. 

“Thanks. I watched yours for a bit before I had to start mine. Your set was good too.” It was kinda weird having another friend that wasn’t Hyeongjun, but it was nice at the same time. You and her weren’t the closest of friends, but you talked to each other often enough and sometimes grabbed dinner together. 

“Are you coming to the party this year? I know you skipped last year,” she asked you. 

“I’m not sure,” you told her, which caused her to pout a little. 

“Oh come on,” she sulked. “Ooo what if you invited your boyfriend to come with you? Didn’t you mention that he was in a band too? It would be fun!” she tried to persuade you. The thought of Hyeongjun going with you did make you feel more at ease. 

“I’ll ask him. If he agrees I’ll probably go then,” you say. 

“Yay!” She did a little jump. “Ok, you get home safe,” she told you.

“You too,” you returned. 

“Bye,” she tells you as she begins to walk away.

“Bye,” you said back. You finished packing your belongings and headed back home. 

The next day Hyeongjun was over at your place, the two of you sitting on your little couch, munching on snacks, while watching a movie. 

“Hyeongjun,” you called his attention, setting your bag of snacks down.

“Yes.” He turned to look at you. 

“How would you feel about going to the busking party with me?” you asked hesitantly and looked down at your lap, fiddling with your fingers. 

“Are you sure you want to go?” he asked, quickly noticing your uneasiness. You let out a small sigh.

“I want to go, but I’m scared that I’ll do something stupid,” you admit in a small voice. “If you go with me though I think I would be ok. I do miss not going to it last year,” you said. Hyeongjun took a moment to look at you. Almost as if he was analyzing every micro-expression you made. 

“Ok, let’s go,” he agreed. More excitement filled your body than you thought it would upon Hyeonjun’s agreeance.  

“Really?” you questioned. 

“Yes,” Hyeongjun stated. 

“Oh yeah, you can invite your members too if you want,” you added. 

“You know they are always asking me about you. This would be a good chance for them to finally meet you,” he says. Truth be told you felt a little nervous about meeting his members. You don’t know what Hyeongjun has told them about you. Granted you know that he wouldn’t say anything bad regarding you. It still made you nervous because there were plenty of bad things to say about you, your past specifically. 

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The day of the party rolled around and all the excitement you had about attending had turned into doubt and worry. You didn’t want to relapse into your bad habits that you worked so hard to get rid of again. 

Knock knock knock the ease to your worries has just arrived. You went to your apartment door and opened it up. On the other side stood Hyeongjun and his members. 

“Hey, come in.” You stepped aside allowing them all to enter your apartment. 

“So y/n really is real,” Jiseok said as he walked in, causing you to laugh. 

“Did you think that I was fake?” you chuckled out.

“Him and Jooyeon had a theory that Hyeongjun wasn’t leaving in the middle of the night to go visit you, but because he was a secret agent,” Jungsu disclosed. 

“I’ve shown you guys videos of y/n busking before though,” Hyeongjun states. 

“That was a part of your cover,” Jooyeon dismisses.

“Well I’m very much real. It’s nice to meet you guys and Hyeongjun definitely isn’t a secret agent. Trust me I would know,” you said. The group of you made conversation for a little while before deciding to head off to the party.

Once you arrived at the location of the party you tensed up a bit. Hyeongjun sensed this and linked his hand with yours, giving you a reassuring smile. The music was loud and the scent of alcohol wafted through the air, but with Hyeongjun’s hand holding yours you felt secure. 

“Y/n you made it!” Your friend excitedly made her way over to you. 

“Yeah I did. You’ve seen Hyeongjun before and these are his band members,” you gestured. They greeted each other politely. Your friend stayed with you and laughed as you guys watched Seungmin and Jungsu desperately trying to keep Gunil from the dance floor.

“Can you come with me and hold my drink while I go to the bathroom?” your friend asked you.

“Yeah, just let me tell Hyeongjun,” you responded. You tapped Hyeongjun’s shoulder. He leaned closer to you in order to hear you better. 

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom with f/n” you told him.

“Do you want me to come with you?” he offered. You shook your head. 

“No, it should be fine. I’ll be right back,” you said. Both you and f/n linked arms as you made your way through the crowd and to the bathroom. It was a one person bathroom so you waited right outside the door, holding f/n’s drink. All was good until a voice you didn’t want to hear again filled your ears.

“Well if it isn’t y/n. I knew you couldn’t stay away from the party scene forever,” he spoke to you in a condescending tone. 

“Go away,” you spoke tiredly, but he completely ignored your words. 

“Drink in your hand too. Although I think there are very few times I saw you without a drink in your hands.”

“It’s not mine. I’m holding it for a friend they’re in the bathroom,” you explained. The a-hole laughs. 

“You? Have a friend? You don’t do friends y/n. Well,no I guess there is that one guy that always picked up when you were wasted or got kicked out of a bar for violence. No clue why he stuck around though.” Your short temper was starting to snap.

“Shut up,” you told him sternly. 

“Aww are you gonna get violent with me now?” he spoke menacingly. “ Don’t forget you owe me. You know how much money I spent buying you drinks, other things,” he pokes. 

“If you want me to pay you money I will. Just leave me alone,” you huffed. 

“I don’t want your money,” he says. 

“Then what?” you spit. 

“You. I want you to party with me again. I miss having you around.” He said the last sentence as if he was being sincere. 

“Not happening. I don’t party like that anymore,” you told him. 

“Oh come on. You seriously think that you’ve changed. People like us don’t change y/n. Come back to having fun. You played good girl long enough,” he reached out to tuck your hair behind your ear. You snapped, catching his wrist and twisting it.

“Ah, you bitch!” he hissed in pain. He used his free end to grab you by your hair, yanking it harshly. You kicked him in the gut in return and it turned  into a full blown fight from there. Your friend exited the bathroom terrified at the sight of you fighting. She tried yelling at you to stop, to no prevail. She quickly went to get Hyeongjun. She panickedly explained the situation and Hyeongjun went rushing over to you.

“Y/n stop!” he yelled at you, arms trying to grab you to pull you back. Hyeongjun’s voice instantly registers in your ears, bringing you back from being blinded by rage. You stumble backwards into his arms. 

“See y/n you haven’t changed.” he straightens himself out, whipping the blood from his bruised jaw. “Seriously, I don’t get why you stick around them dude,” He patted Hyeongjun on the shoulder as he walked away. 

You haven’t changed, you haven’t changed, you haven’t changed. 

“Hey it’s ok. You’re ok now, don’t cry” Hyeongjun soothes you, wiping away your tears. You didn’t even know you were crying.

You haven’t changed, you haven’t changed, you haven’t changed. 

“Come on, let's get you home and cleaned up.” Hyeongjun gently guides you out of the party. You don’t even know if Hyeongjun said goodbye to his members or not. All that rings through your ears is, you haven’t changed, you haven’t changed, you haven’t changed. 

Hyeongjun sits you down on your couch and goes to grab the supplies to bandage you up.

You haven’t changed, you haven’t changed, you haven’t changed. 

“Sorry, this is going to sting a little,” he apologies before going to disinfect your wounds. You hiss in pain upon the disinfectant meeting your wounds.

You haven’t changed, you haven’t changed, you haven’t changed. It’s not the first time Hyeongjun has patched you up.

Seriously, I don’t get why you stick around them dude. Why should Hyeongjun stick around? Not when, you haven’t changed.

“I haven’t changed,” you stated as Hyeongjun carefully covered your busted knuckles. 

“That’s not true y/n you’ve changed a lot,” Hyeongjun tells you. 

“Have I? It’s not the first time we’ve been here Hyeongjun.”

“Yes, you’ve changed y/n. You can still see the floor in your laundry room. You don’t stay out too late. Your life is completely different compared to how you were living last year.”

“But after going to one party. I feel right back into a bad habit. I got into another fight,” you voice was filled with defeat. 

“No, it was him who caused it. Anyone would punch an a-hole like him. He deserves it,” Hyeongjun tried to console you. 

“I let him provoke me though. I should have walked away.” you said. 

“We both know that he would have followed you. Remember how many times you had to block him from contacting you?” 

“Your members probably hate me now right? I messed up. They think I’m someone who goes around fighting people at parties,” you spoke with discontent. 

“They don’t hate you y/n. They would actually like to hang out with you again,” he tells you. 

“Why?” you asked, completely confused. 

“Well Jooyeon said that you should be our body guard. He saw the damage that you did. Gunil says he should have been with you to beat him himself. Jungsu kinda started crying after seeing you cry. Seungmin and Jiseok were really concerned about you being ok. They could tell how distraught you were,” Hyeongjun elucidated. It felt weird. You could hardly understand why Hyeongjun cared about you and now he’s telling you that his members care about you too. 

“Thank you,” you hugged him tightly, tears falling from your eyes again.

“Why are you crying again?” he rubbed your back, in relaxing circles. 

“I love you,” you hugged him impossibly tighter. Hyeongjun smiles. 

“I love you too,” he gently rocks you both side to side. Hugging you equally as tight with no intentions of ever letting you go. He was always going to stay with you.

[spectacled-renegade-writes]

An Early Start - Chapter 3 - Danny Phantom

Ao3: Here | Chapter 1: Here

Description: The accident that turns Danny half-ghost happens when he is four years old and leaves him trapped in the Ghost Zone. Clockwork finds him and takes him in to raise. But what happens when Clockwork sends Danny back to the human-world ten years later when a permanent portal appears?

Chapter 3:

Upon their return, Danny asked many questions, and Clockwork answered each and every one of them as promised.

The first thing Danny asked was if he would ever get to see his sister again. “You will.” Clockwork answered. “Right now, you are trapped. But I assure you a day will come where you will be reunited.”

“How long?” Danny whispered.

“The future is still unclear,” Clockwork replied. “Many factors are as of yet undecided.”

“How am I dead and not dead? Jazzy said that when you’re dead, you can’t be alive again.”

Clockwork hummed. “An excellent question indeed. This is true most of the time. But you, little one, are unique. Nearly one of a kind.”

“What does that mean?”

Clockwork simplified it further. “There is only one other person in the entire world who is like you. He is also both dead and not dead.”

Danny’s glowing green eyes widened. “Who is he?” He asked.

“You will meet him,” Clockwork answered. “In due time.” He smiled at the way Danny slumped his shoulders, and continued. “The other ghosts of this realm will one day call you a halfa. Half human,” he held out one hand. “Half ghost.” He held out the other.

Danny’s large eyes flickered down to his own glowing hands. “I’m a ghost, too?” He asked, astonished.

“Indeed you are,” Clockwork said. “It happened moments before you arrived here.”

Even young Danny knew the implication of that. He drew his arms around himself and tried not to shiver again. He realized he could still feel his skin tingle. “The hurt.” He whispered.

“Yes,” Clockwork frowned. “The hurt. The machine your mother and father turned on was not ready, as they thought. It held too much power for such a small device and it had nowhere to go but out, right where you sat.”

“I saw my mommy trying to grab me.” Danny said, his eyes trained directly on his feet. “She didn’t look happy… is she mad at me?”

Clockwork kneeled down, in the odd way ghosts seemed to kneel, and placed a hand on Danny’s shoulder. The hand was cold like everything else here, like his own tears, but he didn’t feel a chill. “Your mother is not mad at you. Your mother feels longing for you.”

Danny glanced away, taking this in. But as he thought about it, he realized something. “I’m not hungry anymore.”

Clockwork seemed unperturbed by the abrupt change of subject. “No, I expect you’re not. In your ghost form you will not feel hunger, nor the need to breathe.”

It wasn’t until Clockwork said it that Danny realized he was not breathing. Instinctively, he pulled in a breath but felt nothing. It was an odd sensation. Something else struck him. “Ghost form?”

Clockwork smiled. “Yes,” he replied. “Ghost form. You are two halves, Danny. You have a ghost form as well as a human form, and your human form is the way you have always looked before you arrived here.”

Danny unwrapped his arms and looked down at his glowing hands again. “How do I make myself look like that again?”

“It’s simpler than you think,” said Clockwork. “Close your eyes, Danny. Focus on that cold spot in your chest.” Danny did as he was told. “Do you feel it?” Danny tried his best to get his young mind to focus and… yes. He did feel it, right in the center of his chest, cold like Clockwork described. He nodded. “Good. Now, try and remember how it feels to have a heartbeat. Think of that thumping in your chest. You only feel that when you’re alive.”

I only feel that when I’m alive. Danny thought. He thought of playing in the backyard with Jazzy, chasing each other around while playing tag. The way his heart beat and he felt out of breath. Behind his eyelids Danny saw a large flash of white and all of the sudden, he felt warm.

Danny opened his eyes and looked down at his hands. They no longer glowed. He reached up and pulled down a piece of hair. Black as night. He smiled. “I’m alive again,” he breathed.

-

Clockwork smiled too, a sense of pride and something else settling over his expression. He always knew the boy would be under his care, one way or another, but destiny cannot stop emotion and Clockwork could not help but care for the child he was destined to help. Danny was no longer crying, he finally seemed relaxed. “Let us take a walk,” he said. “I have much to teach you.”

-

Clockwork taught Danny many things in his first year, and helped in many other ways, too.

Humans felt grief in a way ghosts never could and Danny was not only human, he was a small child who lost his entire world.

“Have you ever lost someone?” Danny asked one day. He sat at the top of the clock tower, eyes puffy from crying.

“I have not.” Clockwork replied.

Danny wiped his cheeks and looked up at him. “Even when you were not dead?” He asked, big blue eyes wide and curious. Always curious.

Clockwork sat down next to him. “I was never not dead.”

“But I thought –“

“This is something I have never explained to you, knowledge you do not know. A fault which lies with me.”

Danny tilted his head. “Then how?”

“Many ghosts,” Clockwork explained. “Form after death. But not all ghosts. You see, just like you I am special. I was born a ghost, created from ectoplasm from the very beginning. I have always been and will always be. There are few like me. Though,” he continued with a wink. “Still not as rare as you.”

Danny smiled at that then asked, “Do ghosts who used to be human miss everyone they lost?”

Clockwork remained silent, chose his words carefully before answering. “They do… in their own way. However, they do not feel pain and grief the way you do, as a human.”

Danny looked back down at the floor and mulled that over. Clockwork watched the boy change into his ghost half and wait, searching for something. Conflict appeared on Danny's face momentarily before he held up a hand and stared at it. “What if I didn’t have my human half anymore? Then would I feel better?”

Clockwork thought of that future. It is now much less unlikely but… this timeline had been exceedingly unlikely too. “You cannot ignore pain, little one, and if you remove your humanity, you will be left with only rage. Pain without grief leads to violence, and violence leads to corruption. In the end, grief is much easier to come back from than corruption.” It was a lot to put on someone so young, this Clockwork knew. However, it is the thing the Danny in this timeline needs to hear.

“I think…” Danny said. “I think I understand. I don’t wanna be bad. I want to see Jazzy again.”

Clockwork wrapped an arm around Danny’s shoulder and pulled him in. “You will, little one.”

-

Clockwork helped with other things, too. In the beginning it involved helping Danny control his new powers, helping him shift from human to ghost and learn how to focus his energy. In some aspects, Danny excelled, in others, it took a long time to grasp.

The first thing Danny learned how to do was fly. It was instrumental in maneuvering the Ghost Zone. So, it was the first thing Clockwork taught. His lesson only lasted a day, though. Danny was zipping around in no time.

Other things did not come so easily. For the first few months Danny had a lot of trouble remaining tangible, in both forms. He was so scared of breaking something he refused to hold anything fragile, despite Clockwork’s constant and gentle reminders that he can turn back time and fix anything Danny may break. Eventually though, intangibility too was something Danny perfected. In fact, it was the last thing Danny perfected.

Clockwork knew there were more powers to come in the future but for now, the boy was doing well.

-

There wasn’t much to do in the Ghost Zone, all things considered, so gossip was a hot topic amongst its residents and it didn’t take long for news to reach the furthest parts of the Ghost Zone that one of its newest residents was a ghost that was half human. The first on the scene, of course, was Skulker, seeking that which no one else has, something one of a kind.

Danny found himself flying through bits and bobs, past doors and islands, enjoying the freedom of flight. Clockwork told him not to stray too far. He did however promise that one day he would give Danny the grand tour of the Ghost Zone, teaching him its layout. As Danny flew past another island, he couldn’t help but grow excited at the thought of that day. Too busy in his thoughts and too young to think about danger, he did not notice Skulker stalking him until it was too late. A net shot out from nowhere and captured him in its grasp. Danny yelped and went tumbling down.

As he hit the ground, he frantically tried to untangle himself from the net without success. Skulker landed next to him, triumphant in his catch. “Struggle all you want, ghost child, but you cannot escape my grasp. A halfa is a trophy no one else possesses and I will have the honor of displaying you in my domain!”

“You will do no such thing.”

Danny stopped struggling in the net and Skulker froze. Time came to a standstill and the next thing Danny knew, he was free from the net and Clockwork stood by his side, heavy yet gentle hand resting on his shoulder.

“C-Clockwork,” Skulker stammered. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“To what indeed, Skulker,” Clockwork hummed. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t try to hunt my ward. You see, this boy in under my protection.”

Danny watched Skulker’s gaze flick from Clockwork to Danny, then quickly back. “I see…” He rubbed the back if his neck. “My mistake. I was… unaware of how… important he is. I’ll just be taking my leave, then.”

It was a fearful encounter but Danny was left confused by the end of it. He looked up at Clockwork. “I don’t know what just happened.”

Clockwork grinned. “Skulker is a ghost who used to be human. In his life he was an avid hunter. In his death he is even more so. He craves rare and unique items and you, little one, are such.”

“Why was he scared?” Danny asked.

“Most ghosts in the Ghost Zone fear me,” Clockwork explained. “I am a very powerful ghost, you see. Though I do not wish to use my abilities for evil, I will unleash my power on those who cross me.” He squeezed Danny’s shoulder. “From now on you will be safe.”

Danny thought about those words for the rest of the day.

~~~~~~~

Ao3 Notes:

Well, there's chapter 3! Though there is something I'd like to address for anyone who I may have inadvertently baited in regards to certain plot lines.

I see some people in the comments discussing things such as CPS and Court Proceedings in regards to Danny's disappearance and Jazz, things like that. This story will not go into those particular subjects as I am not very interested in writing about them. HOWEVER, I'd still love to hear your thoughts on such subjects regardless, I love seeing the things you have to say! Though I sincerely apologize if I may have accidentally written it in a way that seems like the turn the story will take.

But, there will definitely be some Effect from the Cause aka Danny's disappearance (though no spoilers so I won't say any more than that) ;)

Thank you so much for reading and I hope you have a lovely day/night!

[xiubaek-13]

Chapter 46 - White Noise

Requested: No

Genre: Canon-AU, smut

Pairing: ? (at this stage undecided) x Reader or is it Baekhyun x Reader ?

Warnings: 18+ fic, minors DNI! Smut, sexting, phone sex, masturbation (m & f), use of a vibrator, dirty talk, swearing, mention of threesome. We’re headed towards filth territory and this is the penultimate chapter okay?

Word Count: 6,958

A/N:I said two chapters to go last time but NOW there are two chapters left. Huge thanks to @way-of-the-sun​ for beta reading and fixing mistakes I missed.  I’m putting all of it under the jump because it’s pretty spicy from the get go.

You had gotten the response you wanted. He wasn’t shying away from this. You pictured him in his room, the room where the two of you had thoroughly explored each other's bodies. Repeatedly. The room where you lost count of how many times you came. The room where, even a day later, you could still feel the ghost of his caress against your body. Desire bloomed within you.

[4:31pm] You: So tell me, what would you do to me? 

[4:31pm] You: Because I am absolutely not thinking about you in a family friendly way right now. 

[4:31pm] You: How would you touch me Baek?

His response came immediately, both saying everything and nothing at once. Your mind began to cloud over with desire. It’s not like you hadn’t sexted before and it absolutely was part of his request. You were doing this for him… at least that’s what you were telling yourself.

You wanted him to feel comfortable enough to get specific with you. Dancing around the details wasn’t going to get either of you anywhere. The need in you was growing faster than you cared to admit. You knew how adept he was with his words and now was the time to test the full extent of his skills. 

[4:31pm] Baek: How would I touch you?

[4:31pm] You: You could always remind me ;)

You scoffed at his replies. The audacity of this man knew no bounds and the fact that you weren’t even remotely mad about it should have told you something. 

[4:31pm] Baek: I think we both know how I’d touch you.

[4:32pm] Baek: Would it kill you to ask nicely?

[4:32pm] Baek: Since I am wonderful and amazing and kind and generous I’ll help you out.

[4:32pm] Baek: You already look pretty relaxed on the bed so how about this? I want you to follow my instructions and touch yourself like I tell you to, like I would if I were in the room.

[4:32pm] Baek: And what might that be?

[4:32pm] You: You forgot modest and humble.

[4:32pm] Baek: Don’t answer that.

[4:32pm] You: This bed is comfortable. It is missing something though.

[4:32pm] You: You on top of me. 

You smiled as you sent the message, knowing the exact look that would pass over his features as he read it. You could practically hear his laugh.

[4:32pm] You: Ignore my previous retort. Please.

As you lay back on the bed you felt your body heat up in anticipation. Excitement crept through your veins, feeling increasingly like your nerve endings were live wires. You did as he instructed before sending your reply to him.

[4:32pm] Baek: Wow, that was such a cheesy line. I said listen to my instructions, not to make jokes like me.

[4:33pm] You: And then?

His reply did not take long, yet you were eagerly awaiting his reply already. 

[4:32pm] Baek: I want you to lie back and spread your knees.

You sighed as your fingers made contact with your body. It wasn’t like this wasn’t an action that was foreign to you but somehow it felt different. 

[4:33pm] Baek: Touch yourself, slowly at first.

[4:33pm] Baek: How does that feel?

[4:33pm] Baek: Are you wet noona?

[4:33pm] You: Feels good Baek.

[4:33pm] Baek: Let your nails graze over your skin and pretend it’s me.

Far more than you cared to admit. You had soaked through your panties before you’d even so much as touched yourself.  

[4:33pm] You: Yes.

[4:33pm] You: Makes me want more.

[4:33pm] You: DCIM387523.jpg sent

[4:33pm] Baek: Show me.

Part of you was glad that you couldn’t see his face when he saw the image but a much needier, much hornier part of you wished you could see how much the image affected him.

You bit your lip as you stared at the image. It was clearly not his first dick pic because beginners luck with dick pics was not a thing. He was hard, the tip of his cock already leaking pre-cum. You were reminded of all that he could do with said cock, and exactly how it felt inside of you. How perfectly it fit and how it made you cry out in pleasure. It was taking far more self control than you had anticipated to refrain from getting yourself off. That wasn’t what this reward was about though. It was about following his instructions and so far you were succeeding.

[4:33pm] Baek: Please. Wanna see how much you want me.

[4:34pm] Baek: Your panties are ruined and I have barely begun.

[4:34pm] Baek: So needy for me.

[4:34pm] Baek: Look at what you’ve done to me baby.

[4:34pm] Baek: DCIM5932123.jpg sent

The flood of desire in you just kept growing. So much so that you did seriously consider putting on a bathrobe and booking it to his room so that you could sink down on his cock. You clenched around nothing, feeling so empty and all you wanted was to feel him inside you again. You were getting tremendously worked up, and you knew you wouldn’t last long. 

[4:34pm] You: Fuck.

[4:34pm] Baek: Fuck that’s hot.

[4:34pm] You: Because I do.

[4:34pm] You: Feels so much better than my fingers ever will.

A whimper left your mouth as you closed your eyes and let the sensations overtake you. You let his words paint the picture of his hands digging into your sides as his mouth worked its way down your body, leaving a trail of love bites in its wake. Of his fingers pushing into your heat, drawing moan after moan out of you, stopping right before you came only to resume his actions with vigour as he watched you fall apart beneath him. Logically you knew that it was you touching yourself but with your eyes closed it was much easier to suspend disbelief and imagine that your hands were Baek’s, that you could feel his mouth on your skin and his voice in your ear. Even when he wasn’t physically present in the room, the man was overwhelming.

[4:34pm] Baek: Slow down baby. Don’t rush.

[4:34pm] You: Is it cheesy to say I miss your cock?

[4:34pm] Baek: Imagine I’m there with you.

[4:34pm] Baek: Think about my mouth on your neck, marking you up. Look at the mark on your hip and imagine me giving you a matching one on the other side.

[4:34pm] Baek: Think about my hand moving between your legs.

So much so that you had forgotten to respond to him. You were busy giving into the Baek your imagination had created that you had forgotten that the real Baek was present - even if it was just via text. 

[4:36pm] Baek: Yah! Don’t leave me on read because you’re busy masturbating.

[4:34pm] Baek: Move your hands slowly down your body, like I would.

You heard the message notification but didn’t want to cease the motions of your fingers in order to answer it. One hand was busy tracing light patterns around your nipples, your nails occasionally grazing over the sensitive flesh before you squeezed it between your thumb and finger. The other hand traced down your body, caressing your skin as you got closer and closer to where you needed to touch the most. 

Ring Riinnngg You jumped at the sound of your phone ringing, the sound shocking you back to reality. You saw Baek’s name and sucked in a breath as you realised that you had forgotten to continue texting him. But now he was calling, which meant you’d hear his voice and he’d hear how desperate you were for him to touch you. It would be embarrassing if he hadn’t heard you like this before… however that was in person. Lest you ignore his call as well and completely fail at providing the other half of his reward, you answered. “Baek.”

His voice was rough on the other end of the line. Hearing how affected he was made you clench around nothing, once again feeling far too empty. You let out a soft whine, a sound that was not missed by his ears. “Put me on speaker baby. Then your hands can keep occupied. You just have to listen to my voice.”

“This is much hotter than I thought it would be.” You admitted. 

You heard his breathy laugh through the speaker. “I can’t disagree with you on that.” You could hear his laboured breathing as he jerked himself off. “You know what?” He asked.

“What Baek?” You replied, your voice breathier than you ever remembered hearing it.

“If I was there right now, I’d tease you until you begged me to let you cum.” He grunted. “You know I would.” 

You whimpered, flashbacks of the hours you endured of him edging you flooding your brain. You licked your lips as you listened to the sound of his hand working his shaft. “God I want your cock in my mouth, to watch you come undone as I suck you off.” It wasn’t a lie, you had enjoyed every second of blowing his mind the first time you’d given him head. 

You heard him pick up the pace, soft whines sounding through the speaker as he really started to imagine he was fucking into your mouth. “You look so good with my cock in your mouth as well. Fuck.” He was really getting into this fantasy, really giving himself over to it, just as you were.  “You can use two fingers now. I know it’s not the same as my hands or cock but it’ll have to do for now.”

You plunged your fingers into your soaked heat, moaning loudly at the feeling of them. They weren’t enough though and they never would be. Not when you knew what all of him felt like, not when you knew exactly how he could make your body react. “Want. Fuck. Need more Baek.” You whimpered. “Wanna feel you.”

“I know you do baby, but you can’t have more right now. You’re just gonna have to fuck yourself on your fingers for me.” He moaned as he thought of stuffing you full of his cock, fucking you until you couldn’t form words. “Let me hear you.”

You moved the phone so it sat between your legs, hyper aware of how he could now hear exactly how wet you were for him. “Christ I’m so fucking hard for you, you know that right?” He groaned. “That sounds so fucking hot, holy shit. You’re dripping for me baby.”

You moaned again, hearing his voice like this was tearing you apart. “Tell me. Unf. Tell me what you’re doing.”

“I’m lying on the bed, pants around my ankles as I jerk myself off wishing I was fucking your mouth or your pussy instead of my fist. You feel amazing wrapped around my cock, like your body was made for me.” 

“Shit.” You whimpered. “What I wouldn’t give to sink down on your cock right now.” You sped up your movements, chasing your high.

He groaned loudly. “Fuck. You have a filthy mouth, you know that noona?”

“I’m visiting the gutter at present.” You smiled.

He laughed, never ceasing his rapid movements. “How committed to the gutter are you right now?”

“I’m having phone sex, what do you think?” You chuckled, your breath hitching as your hand grazed your clit.

“Touche.” He replied, grunting as his body responded to the sounds you were making. “By chance did you bring any toys with you? Long shot I know.”

“I. Fuck.” You replied. “I brought my vibrator with me.”

“Shit. Go get it.” He slowed his movements while he waited for you to retrieve your toy. He really wanted to cum at the same time as you but if the sounds you were making with just your fingers were any indication, he was in for an impossible task. He heard you return to the bed and instructed. “Turn it on, low speed. Keep fucking yourself on your fingers for me. I want you to hold it just far enough from your clit that you have to grind into it to feel it.” He started moving his own hand again once he could hear the low buzz of your vibrator and the squelch of your fingers. He was matching his pace to yours and every time you moaned or whimpered his name, he felt his cock twitch. “Fuck noona, the sounds you’re making are so hot.”

You’d forgotten to respond to him but at this point he didn’t really care. He could hear everything you were doing, everything he had instructed you to do and the sounds you were making were driving him insane. “If I was there, I’d be fucking you into that mattress so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk properly. I can hear how wet you are for me baby.”  

You cried out his name as you moved even faster, hearing him do the same. “Feels so good Baek, not as good as your cock but holy shit.” You could feel that familiar tingling in your core, and knew that you weren’t far from reaching your peak.

He cried out in ecstasy. “Shit. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last noona. You’re making such sweet noises for me.”

You whimpered. “Baek, please.” It felt so good and like not enough all at once.  

He panted, somehow still able to form coherent thoughts. “You wanna cum baby?”

“I’m so close, please, I need more.” You whined. 

“Increase the speed and get yourself off baby. However you need to, just let me hear you as you come undone for me.” He listened as you increased the speed, crying out as you pressed the vibrator against your clit, holding it there while you fucked yourself on your fingers. “So good for me. Fuck I -”

“Baek.” You moaned. You were so close, so fucking close but you needed to hear him. To hear him lose it at the sound of you fucking yourself like he told you to. 

“Mmmph, yes baby?” He moaned, so close to finishing, you could tell by the strain in his voice, the speed of his hand and the erratic breathing.

“I wanna hear you cum. Please.” Your final request was all that it took to throw him over the edge, and hearing him moan your name as he came hurtled you into your own orgasm which made you see stars.

For a few moments all that could be heard was erratic breathing. Baek broke the silence. “Holy shit.”

“No kidding.” You replied, a post orgasm smile forming on your face. 

***

“You’re sure you messaged him?” Minseok asked as he paced around the room. He’d been doing this for the past five minutes and it was beginning to stress you out.

You reassured him. “Positive. I’m sure he’ll be here soon.” You could see that your words weren’t having the desired effect so you stood and moved to block the path he was wearing through the carpet. 

He realised what you had done at the last possible moment and stopped before he walked smack bang into you. You grabbed his hand, your free hand cupping his cheek. “Hey, calm down. This dinner isn’t a big deal.”

Minseok narrowed his eyes at you as he fidgeted. “Maybe not for you, but I feel like I’m about to embarrass myself in front of someone I work with, and live with.”

“You seriously need to just trust me.” You sighed. “Plus the first part of this dinner isn’t even about you anyway.”

The sound of knuckles rapping on the door caused Minseok’s next words to freeze in his throat. You gestured at him to look normal as you moved to open the door. He did his best but anxiety was seeping out of him in waves. There was no way Baek wouldn’t know something was off about him.

Baekhyun stepped into the room, grinning and giving you a hug. “I’m sorry I’m late! I fell asleep earlier and only just woke up.”

“You must have been tired Baek.” You smirked.

“I was worn out.” He said with a glint in his eye.

You ignored his comment, knowing full well what would happen if the two of you indulged in banter for any length of time, and instead chose to lead both of them further into the room. You turned around when you reached the small multipurpose table that was going to serve as your dining table. “Organising dinner was on me and I figured that since the final tour date is in two days that you could both have a bit of a cheat meal.” You saw words of protest appear on both of their lips, Baek’s far less truthful than Minseok's. “Before you complain, I ordered Korean food. I know you’ve been missing it. I didn’t order the healthiest food imaginable but it’ll be delicious and hopefully comforting.”

Minseok smiled at you. “That actually sounds great.”

“And Baek, don’t worry, there’s no cucumbers this time.”

Baekhyun did a little happy dance which made both you and Minseok laugh. “Noona doesn’t hate me!” He sang.

You looked down at your phone as you checked the app and saw how far away the driver was. “It should be here soon. I’ll go down to the lobby to collect it while you two set up somewhere to eat. I’ll be back soon.” You gestured around the room to help them get the message that they needed to move things around so that you could all eat. 

Minseok sent you a warning glare as you left the room. “Noona,” You ignored the complaint in his voice, knowing that if all went well you’d probably pay for that action later. Right now what mattered was getting some food into all of you.

***

Minseok set down his chopsticks after finishing a piece of chicken. “Alright, enough stalling. Tell us about your meeting.” You had been waiting for him to broach the topic, figuring maybe his nerves about the other conversation might have pushed this one out of the way.

Baekhyun was a little less gracious, immediately speaking whilst still trying to eat. The guy could sing and dance at the same time but he could not eat and talk simultaneously - no matter how hard he tried. “Yeah, what happened?” He started in between bites of his piece of chicken. “What did they say?” Another bite. “What did you say?” Another bite.

“Are you staying with us?” Minseok asked softly.

“Are they assigning you to another group?” Baekhyun asked with a certain amount of worry in his voice.

“Guys, calm down.” You set your own chopsticks down so you could talk to them before they bombarded you with questions. “The meeting went well. It was with two of the managers and Junmyeon was there as EXO’s representative. We all just discussed the criteria I was given when I took on the role. Feedback was provided from the staff as well as from you guys and then I provided my own opinions regarding my performance. Overall it was quite positive.” You smiled. It was the truth - the meeting was positive. Mostly.

Baek cheered as he engulfed you in a hug. “That’s great news! See we all told you how great you are at your job.”

Minseok however, was more reserved. He had a half smile on his face that said he knew there was more to the story than what you’d provided. “Why am I sensing a ‘it was quite positive, but’ moment?”

Baek stilled, refusing to detach himself from you. You sighed. “They have to send the performance discussion to the CEO and then he will make the final decision about my employment after your final performance. We won’t know the outcome until we’re back in Korea.”

“So you just get to stress about it until then? That doesn’t seem fair.” Baek muttered.

“I’m stressing about a few things.” You replied honestly. Maybe it was time to let them know what your brain had been wrestling with. 

“Like what?” Minseok asked earnestly as he reached across the table and grabbed your hand. “You know you can tell us. No matter what it is.”

You nodded. “Of course I’m stressed about my job. If they don’t keep me working with you guys, will they assign me to another group at SM or will I be going back to Mr. Kim and waiting for him to find me another group to teach?”

Baek rubbed your shoulders, muttering to no one in particular about the tightness of your muscles. His touch was both calming and distracting, which was precisely your problem. He paused to reassure you. “I’m going to speak for all of us when I say that you are great at your job regardless of the reward system you implemented. It was a definite bonus but even without that aspect of the lessons, we all improved greatly.”

Minseok squeezed your hand as he stared at you, his eyes full of warmth and love. “You’ll land on your feet no matter what happens there. You’re an excellent teacher and the company would be dumb to let you go to their competition.”

“That is another thing I stressed about.” You said, soft voice thick with emotion. “Were you only so willing to learn because it wasn’t always exactly professional? Our relationship was blurred before I was employed as your teacher.” It was something you had been increasingly unsure of recently. Would they have been as attentive and willing to learn if you had been less familiar and suggestive with them? Had you taken advantage of the situation? Had you taken advantage of them? These were all questions you were beginning to ask yourself and the negative thoughts  were growing louder by the day in your mind.

As if sensing the inner turmoil you were feeling, Minseok moved his chair closer to you so that he could grab your free hand. “If anything I think the fact that we knew you and got along with you before you were our teacher only helped make us feel more relaxed around you.” He smiled at the man who had resumed back hugging you. “Like Baek said, the less than professional side of the lessons was a bonus but at the end of the day you took our learning styles into consideration and adjusted the way you taught to suit each of us. That is not something every company assigned teacher does. They usually stick to their lesson plans rigidly and we have to work harder if their style of teaching is not beneficial for us.” 

His words pierced through, causing you to feel far more emotional than you had planned to be this evening. “Thank you Minnie.” You said, your voice trembling slightly. 

He released one of your hands to wipe away a stray tear that had escaped your eyes. “You are a phenomenal teacher. Don’t cheapen what you’ve accomplished just because you happen to have slept with us.” You choked out a laugh as he wiped a few more tears away. “We are all incredibly proud of our super talented friend and teacher for doing what no one else had been able to accomplish - teaching EXO English.” You smiled genuinely at that, thanking him for his words.

You tried to shrug but the act was harder to do with Baekhyun restricting your movement. “Pretty much.”

 “Was that everything you’re stressing about?” Baek asked softly from behind you, his head resting on your shoulder.

You shook your head. “Nothing I feel like discussing at this time though.” He narrowed his eyes at you in concern while you felt Baek remove himself from behind you, dragging his chair closer to Minseok’s so he could see your face as well. You saw the concern in his eyes and all you wanted to do was get away from this conversation. You weren’t ready for that part of the conversation yet and they would both have to trust you enough to not try and push you for answers. “I promise I will tell you as soon as I’m ready. I won’t dwell on it or anything like that.”

Baek crossed his arms. “I’d better not have to find you by the Han River again after you’ve gotten too upset.”

Minseok wasn’t having it. “I can tell from your face that there’s more…”

“You won’t. I promise.” You assured him. You had no intention of feeling as lost as you had that day. He nodded, sharing a look with Minseok that told you that they believed you and would let it go for now, but that this conversation wasn’t over. You would tell them eventually but you needed to work out the answer yourself before you even brought it up with them. You took a sip of your drink and wondered how exactly the conversation had been derailed so much that you had shed tears. That was not what tonight was supposed to be about. “I’m changing the topic now.” You stated. “How do you feel about the tour coming to an end?”

Baek smiled. “It’s been a lot of fun actually getting to visit places where we never thought we’d have that many fans. We’re only done with the American leg of the tour though. We’ve got the encore show in Seoul to prepare for, then the tour will officially be finished.” He licked his lips. “And then I can eat all the pizza I want.”

Minseok laughed as he begrudgingly added. “But then we have to start to work on the next album as well as CBX’s Japanese debut.”

“No rest for the wicked.” You replied.

Minseok shook his head. “No rest on the horizon for us. Are we tired? Sure. Do we love what we do? Absolutely. I think we all realise that we kind of get to rest in a couple of years once we have to start enlisting. EXO will have to take a break then.”

Baek chuckled. “We’re all workaholics though. So we’ll rest but to most people we’ll still appear to have too many schedules.”

Minseok sighed as he shook his head. “Why do we keep moving to heavy topics of discussion? Can we stick to lighter things?”

“Pick a topic then.” You smiled.

“Hyung. I think you owe me an apology.” Baekhyun blurted out.

Minseok looked bewildered. “For what?” He asked.

Baek stood abruptly and pointed back and forth between you and Minseok vigorously. “I was right the whole time! You and noona were fucking, the entire time!”

“Baek, seriously?” You blurted.

“It’s ok.” Minseok smirked. An unexpected action given the man was a nervous wreck not even an hour ago but he was if anything, never to be underestimated. “Baek, tell me, when have I ever denied it?” He asked, his head cocked to the side.

“What? Yah! You did though! Every time I brought it up!” Baek’s voice was increasing in volume as he got worked up.

Minseok however, remained the picture of unbothered, leaning further back in his chair as he got comfortable. Every other time Baek had brought up the idea of you and Minseok fucking, the elder had always been one breath away from punching him, but now that there were no bystanders he was toying with Baek. “No. I just never confirmed it. I never said we weren’t though. You just assumed that since I never told you you were right.” He shrugged.

Baek’s mouth opened and closed rapidly as he tried to find a fault in Minseok’s reasoning. “I. But. You.”

Minseok raised a brow. “You know I’m right.” He said.

Baek nodded a few times as he realised he had never heard Minseok or you deny that you were sleeping together. “Smooth hyung, smooth.”

“Shut up.” Minseok muttered, laughing under his breath, light dancing in his eyes.

“Wait! I have a question then.” He blurted.

Minseok groaned, that light dimming slightly. “Why do I know I’m not going to like this question…” 

“Don’t hate me. I’m just really curious.” Baek grinned.

“Fine.” He said.

“Since the two of you were fucking the whole time, how did a reward even work for you?” 

“Baek.” You warned. 

“What?” He exclaimed. “You told me everyone got a sexual reward, or punishment, and I get that. But if the two of you were already well acquainted with each other's bits then how could anything sexual still count as a reward for you?” It was a valid question, and the more you thought about it, it did lead to telling Baek about the threesome… and you were curious to see if Minseok would take the bait.

Minseok’s reply was guarded. The easygoing light was gone from his eyes, replaced by a wall. You willed him to just relax and tell Baek everything, knowing it would be better for Minseok’s confidence if it came from him rather than you. “I made a request.”

“But haven’t had it fulfilled yet?” He asked.

“Correct.” 

It was like trying to draw blood from a stone and Baek was doing his best to be respectful in how he asked. “Like, I don’t mean to pry but you have to know that kind of response only makes me more curious about what you asked for hyung.”

“Don’t play dumb Baek, you know what I asked for.” Minseok snapped. “She already told me that she accidentally spilled that information.” He groaned, embarrassed by the entire situation.

Baek took it in his stride as he continued the conversation as though Minseok wasn’t trying everything in his power to end it. “I have follow up questions.”

“Baek.” You tried. He shot you a look that said he’s my hyung and I know his moods better than you do sweetheart.

He pressed on with his questions. “Have you planned it yet?”

“What?” Minseok replied, growing exasperated but not surprised by the younger's antics.

“I don’t know hyung! I assume threesomes take planning?!” Baek threw his hands in the air, laughing nervously. 

Minseok stilled, finally understanding that Baek was trying to make him feel at ease with the topic at hand. “I. No, it has not been planned yet.”

“Oh, ok.” He replied, unsure of where to go next. 

Minseok put his head in his hands and grumbled. “Can we please stop talking about this?”

Baek smiled at Minseok lovingly. “Sorry hyung, I was just curious. Didn’t mean to make you self conscious.” He cleared his throat. “Just to be clear, there is absolutely no judgement from me, in case that was something you were now feeling weird about.”

Minseok had not removed his face from his hands but he still replied. “It’s fine. It’s just not a normal topic of conversation.”

It was time for you to step in and try to get this conversation to where it needed to go. Baek was closing in on it but had not asked the right question, nor did it seem like Minseok was going to provide the information required even if he had been asked the right question. “Baek, how do you feel about threesomes?” You asked.

Baek had not been expecting that question. “Well I’ve never had one noona, but I dunno, they sound like they could be good if the right people were involved.”

You pressed on, hoping that if you didn’t provide him room to think too much he wouldn’t make an ill-timed joke.“If you were to be involved in one, would you opt for two women or a man and a woman?” 

He mulled over the question for a bit, taking it seriously. “As hot as two women sounds, it also seems like a lot of work,” he began and you heard a small laugh from Minseok. Okay maybe jokes weren’t the worst thing Baek could throw into this conversation. “and not gonna lie I’d probably just watch the two of them and cum embarrassingly fast.” He laughed nervously. “So I’d probably go for a man and a woman.” He saw the look in your eyes and exclaimed. “What?”

You shook your head. “Nothing. I just appreciate your honesty.”

“You’re welcome?” He replied, slightly confused and feeling rather exposed. He fidgeted for a moment before standing and pointing at the fridge. “I’m getting a drink.”

Once Baekhyun was out of earshot Minseok glared at you and hissed. “What are you doing noona?”

You smiled innocently. “What? This is the perfect way to introduce the idea to him.”

Minseok was wrestling with his anxiety and fear of rejection. “But. Shit, I don’t know. Why is this so nerve wracking?” He wanted to get it out there but he was so terrified of the response.

It was your turn to squeeze his hand in reassurance. “Just follow my lead now, then if things go like I think they might, I’ll follow your instructions later.” You winked.

“...Fine.” He replied, not entirely certain that this wasn’t all going to end in flames.

You leaned over and whispered in his ear. “Just so you know, if this topic of conversation hadn’t come up naturally I was just going to bring it up. This is a far better way to do it though. Plus, you are not blind, you can see he’s interested.” You kissed his cheek as you pulled away.

“Can the floor just open up and swallow me already?” He groaned, looking anywhere but at you or Baek..

“So Baekkie,” You smiled. “I have some questions now.”

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He asked suspiciously.

“Like what?” You replied.

He stared at you. “Like a cat circling a mouse.”

“No idea what you’re talking about.” You replied, cutting him off before he could say anything more. “Anyway, my questions. Will you answer five questions for me?”

“Um, ok.” He looked confused but he rarely refused games involving questions with you. “Does Minseokkie have to answer as well?” He asked.

“He doesn’t have to,” You replied as you brushed your hand over Minseok’s leg.. “but I think it would be more fun if he did.”

“Okay.” Baek replied.

“Maybe.” Minseok added.

Here went nothing. Things were about to either get really awkward or work out swimmingly. “Do you like to watch?” You asked.

Baekhyun replied slowly. “That’s very vague noona.”

You replied sarcastically. “Given the previous topic of discussion I felt like it didn’t need to be more specific.” Neither of the two men looked like they were opting to speak first which simply was not going to work for you. “Fine. I’ll rephrase. Does the idea of watching two people having sex appeal to you?”

Baekhyun nodded. “I’ve watched porn, so that feels like a given.” He said matter of factly.

“Yeah.” Minseok agreed.

“Does the idea of having someone tell you where to touch your partner, and how to fuck them turn you on?” You asked, hoping this question would elicit more of a response out of them.

Baek shifted in his seat, a slight blush tinting his ears. “I, um. That. Yeah, that does sound really hot actually.”

Minseok however, as you expected, was not as enthralled by the idea of giving up control. “Hmm, not really.” He replied succinctly.

“Does the image of you and another guy sharing a woman, fucking her at the same time, hearing her fall apart because of the pleasure you’re both giving her make you feel some type of way?” It definitely made you feel some type of way, and you knew both of them were interested in the idea of a threesome so this question should have been an easy one to respond to.

Baekhyun swallowed thickly. “Fuck.” He was a bit flustered, the tips of his ears turned slightly red.  “Um, yes. That sounds really fucking hot.” He nodded.

Minseok still looked guarded but there was a fire in his eyes that told you all you needed to know. “Yes.” was the only reply you received.

Time for the final step. There was no taking this image back once you’d put it out there. “Would the idea of the woman being me, and the other guy being your hyung be a turn off?”

Baekhyun smiled softly, a complete dichotomy to the nature of the question you had asked. “Actually, not to expose myself here, but that’s what I’ve been imagining this whole time, and as long as it doesn’t get weird then no, it is absolutely not a turn off at all.” He avoided looking at either of you out of slight embarrassment. 

Minseok stilled, his breathing rough. “Fuck.” Reality slammed into him as he finally knew that his request was possible and that he would not be rejected.

You pressed on, hoping to calm the tension that was growing in the room. Baekhyun had yet to look at either of you after admitting that he was turned on at the thought of sharing you with his hyung. “Would you believe that your hyung picked you to be the one he wanted involved in his reward?”

His head shot up, eyes wide. “What?”

Minseok suddenly felt very exposed. “Noona!” He yelled.

Baekhyun shook his head. “Wait really?” He pointed at himself. “Me?”

You nodded, grinning as you replied. “Yes. You.”

He sucked in a deep breath and looked at Minseok. “I want to preface this with, I am flattered and 100% down for this but I have a question.” Minseok waited. “Why me hyung?” He asked.

Minseok looked torn between being relieved that this request seemed within his grasp and hoping that the earth would crack open and swallow him whole so that he didn’t have to explain to Baekhyun why he chose him for a threesome with you. “Uh… do I have to answer?” 

Baek narrowed his eyes at Minseok. “Yeah. You do.”

He took a deep breath and averted his gaze as he spoke, still embarrassed to be saying this in front of Baek. “You seem open minded, you have never shamed me when I’ve let a kink drop in a conversation.”

Baek nodded. “True.”

Minseok fidgeted with his hands as the anxiety worked its way out of him. “I also, uh this is embarrassing, I like to be in charge when it comes to sex. And I don’t think you’re the type who would challenge me on that.” He finally turned his gaze to Baek as he uttered his next sentence. “I also trust you not to fuck this up.”

“Thanks hyung.” Baek smiled brightly, laughing to himself right after. “Wow, what a fucking weird conversation.” He took a beat to centre himself before honestly replying. “Uh, you aren’t wrong though.” He shrugged. “I have no problem taking charge during sex but I also take instruction well and don’t care if I’m calling the shots or not.” Thay boyish grin returned to his face as he couldn’t help himself. “I’m just happy to be there.”

“Noona,” Minseok said as he waved his hand in front of your face. “Are you ok?” He asked.

“Hmm?” You shook your head as your eyes focused on the two men staring at you. “Sorry, I was just thinking about…” You replied, not realising how off with the fairies you had been.

“About what?” Baekhyun asked, a knowing gleam in his eyes.

Your breath shuddered as you spoke. “About both of you fucking me. Sorry, my brain is heavily distracted right now.” You bit your lip as you tapped your temple with your finger. “There are a lot of incredibly hot images taking place in there.”

“So uh, I guess the question of the hour is - are we doing this now?” Minseok asked quietly. Even though Baekhyun had all but jumped for joy at being selected as the third person, Minseok was still nervous about the whole thing. You remained silent while he posed the question, having led the discussion to this point, you were curious to see if he’d take over and lead from here. He gestured between all three of you before he continued speaking, his voice gaining in confidence the more he spoke. “Clearly we are all down for it, and none of us are unaffected right now. But do we need some time to consider it?”

You shook your head. He knew you were down bad for it since you kept drifting off into a daze whenever you thought about it. He all but smirked at you before turning his focus to Baek.

“I don’t need any time.” Baekhyun replied. It wasn’t a rushed response, just one he sounded very sure of. Both of your gazes focused on Minseok. His response would determine if you were fucking these two men tonight or if you were scheduling a threesome, which seemed like the strangest possible calendar entry you could make.

“I’m down,” He loosened a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding in. “I’ll just need a little bit of time to mentally prepare for it.” His gummy smile flashing as he realised the situation he was discussing. Baek raised his hand. “Uh, yes?” Minseok replied.

“I have more questions.” He paused, thinking over his next words carefully. “I’m completely up for this experience but we are going to have to talk about how it will work y’know. So we don’t overstep or make it weird.” 

You smiled warmly at both of them, proud that Minseok had persevered through his nerves to get to this point. He hadn’t been rejected (and you knew he never had that to fear) and was actually manifesting going through with it tonight. Proud of Baek for having the forethought to ask about boundaries to make sure the experience was good for all involved. Rather than coo at them about any of that, you decided to try and act nonchalant in an attempt to hide how badly you wanted both of them. “Alright then how about you go prepare. We’ll know when you return if Xiumin is getting his reward tonight or not.” You looked at Baek. “And if Xiu comes out, we will discuss how things will proceed. It’s his reward - we’re just excited to be here.”

A/N: Now you all just have to wait for me to die from writing this threesome, resurrect myself, dies while editing it, be resurrected again and then I’ll unleash it upon you. We’re so close to the end and I honestly don’t know how to thank everyone who has stuck with this fic because it’s been a damn long time. Years! So thank you - I really, truly appreciate it.

Masterpost | Chapter 45 | Chapter 47

[living-with-herpes]

2 years on

So I completely forgot about this blog and have recently found it again.

It’s two years later and reading what I wrote makes me want to cry for myself. I honestly was so convinced my life was over and I can completely tell you, it is not!

I won’t lie, I was very low for a fair while and I cried about it a lot. I continued to google every which way under the sun and continued to terrify myself. I read so many statistics it made my mind swim.

But slowly I accepted what had happened.

I was so angry about it and so upset. I did some research into testing for it and in the uk apparently doctors don’t routinely test for herpes for 3 main reasons:

1) the tests are roughly 50% accurate if it is not swabbing an actual sore. A blood test will just test for antibodies and as not every person who carries the virus reacts to it, some people might be carrying the virus and not have needed to produce antibodies

2) the nhs doesn’t consider herpes to be dangerous enough to need testing for regularly. Let’s face it, you wouldn’t go to the doctor after kissing a stranger on a night out and ask them to take a blood test to test for a cold sore (hsv1 herpes) just in case

3) doctors consider the mental health implications of knowing you have the virus, worse than the symptoms of the virus itself so they almost think it’s better that sometimes people don’t know. I can personally attest to this.

Every site you go to the statistics vary slightly but the general consensus is that roughly 80% of the population have herpes (hsv1/hsv2).

I thought this diagnosis would be the end of my sex life, no one would want to touch me again. I was so wrong. Using barrier contraception like condoms really does minimise the potential for passing it on.

There is lots of talk on the internet of whether people need to disclose a herpes diagnosis or not to new partners. Again after all, people would disclose that they’ve had a cold sore before. I’m still undecided on this one but so far I have told my partners before sleeping with them. I can tell you now that no one has ran for the hills, in fact most don’t even care.

I’ve learnt a lot, in fact if I was on mastermind now I think my specialist subject could be herpes!

Basically the herpes virus lives in your nerves and can flare up from time to time, lots of things can trigger this from a cut, to stress or illness. Not every time you have a flare up, you have an actual outbreak with the little blisters. When you have a flare up with or without the blisters, it’s called viral shedding and this is called viral shedding. You are particularly contagious when viral shedding, and if you don’t always have blisters, this is why it’s so important to use protection as you don’t know when this happens.

Your first outbreak is usually considered the worst and in my experience it completely was! Since then I’ve had a few outbreaks. But now an outbreak consists of one tiny blister.

My doctors put my antiviral on a repeat prescription for me so I have made it so that I always have a pack in my bathroom cupboard so I can start them as soon as I feel one coming. It’s only a two day course.

Honestly it doesn’t affect my life massively at all now. It’s all manageable and I had no reason to worry.

Obviously I would prefer to have continued living my life without herpes. But it really is no different now I’m living with it.

I’m even now at the point where sometimes I go weeks without remembering that I have herpes.

Honestly all I could say to someone going through a diagnosis is, be sad if you need to be for a while but know there is a light at the end of the tunnel and it does not mean your life is over.

Xo

[kissami]

☄︎. *. ⋆ LAST CHRISTMAS •°. *࿐

➵ In which his friend group goes on a Christmas trip and Diluc can’t help but wonder how his old lover feels about him? Maybe he’ll rekindle that romance or, he finally moves onto someone new finally.

➵ warning: ANGST!! toxic!Diluc, MODERN AU

➵ based on “Last Christmas,” by Wham!

➵unedited (what a surprise lol)

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Last Christmas- Wham!

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His fists tighten at the sight before him. Seeing her, with him, destroyed him entirely.

Just last Christmas, he was with her. Happy and content, but this year, he felt betrayed and heartbroken.

He clenched his jaw, walking away as you stood near him and wondering where he was going. You found it weird how he was so excited to spend this Christmas with you, but when his eyes landed on the group ahead, his entire being changed and his aura wasn’t the excited and cheery one that was once there.

But still, you greeted everyone and oddly enough, everyone was extremely friendly with you. Especially the girl who was eyeing your almost boyfriend since you stepped foot in front of the cabin.

You wondered when he would come back after making yourself comfortable in your shared room and unpacking. You even went as far as unpacking his things and ordered some snacks to have once he arrived.

You bit your lip debating on if you should go and check out how he was doing but once you saw how late it was, you knew your answer.

You walked softly out of the room, afraid to disturb anyone who was already asleep when you heard hushed whispering coming from the kitchen.

Peeking your head out, you saw him with her.

“Listen, as much as your letter was absolutely breathtaking, I do not return those feelings anymore. I’m with Thomas now and you’re with your new lover. It isn’t fair for them for you to be so drawn to me like this. It’s been a year, Diluc. Please just get over me.”

Chewing on your nail, you watched curiously as you saw the way he gripped her hands in his. The way his lip quivered and his cheeks a rosy pink.

The back of your throat burned and it was almost too hard to swallow as he gripped her cheek gently to face him.

“I was a fool for falling for you, Cindy. But if you kissed me now I know you’d fool me again.”

You gulped, pressing your back to the wall and sighed in sadness as nothing else was discussed between them, but you knew what they were doing.

So you did what you could at that moment. You walked away with tearful eyes and chest full of regret for even believing he was over her.

Sitting out on the porch, you gripped your phone debating if you should call your older brother to come and get you. You saw no point in being here if he was so undecided on who he wanted.

You stopped a loud sob leave your mouth with your hand, clenching your jaw in anger that you were such a fool for trusting him with your heart like this.

You’ve heard the stories of his ex lover from his brother. How destroyed he was because of her, but you never would’ve thought this out of all things would happen. That he could easily fall back in love with her the moment the two of you stepped foot out of his truck.

Was he even ever in love with you? Did he ever stop loving her?

The answers to those questions seemed so clear now that more tears burned your eyes to release.

Wiping your sweaty palms on your jeans, you got up and swung the door open, only to jump back in fright that he was standing in front of you now.

“[Y/N]…you heard everything, didn’t you?” He spoke softly but you ignored the way he looked at you.

“Yeah and it’s clear you guys like each other so I don’t see the point in being here anymore. If you wanted a rebound, you should’ve been honest and tell me instead of stringing me along like an idiot.”

You tried to walk past him, but he quickly grabbed your hands in distraught as he needed to let you know how he truly felt now.

“Just give me one second to explain.”

“There isn’t anything to explain, Diluc. I heard you clearly so I don’t need to hear you say that you don’t need me anymore.” You couldn’t hold back the fat tears that were now rolling down your face and the quivering of your lips as you stared into his beautiful and deadly eyes.

“Listen to me. Yes, what I did was so incredibly wrong and I’m so sorry for doing that to you. It was wrong of me to be so upset seeing her and making it seem like you were a second choice but you’re not. Believe me.”

Seeing the look of despair in his eyes, your heart couldn’t handle leaving him like this so you let him continue.

“It’s been a year since she broke my heart. I gave her my heart and I was such a fool for thinking there was something there still when there isn’t. I gave her my heart but she gave it away. This year, I’m giving it to someone special. To someone I truly love and so incredibly infatuated with.”

Swallowing slowly, he grabbed your form and gave you a tight hug.

“I love you. I’m sorry for breaking your heart, but understand I needed closure to truly get her out of my life forever when you’re the one I truly want and need. I didn’t kiss her..”

Crying into his chest, you held onto him tightly, afraid he would runaway. You couldn’t stay mad at him, because this was the first time he ever told you he loved you.

You would’ve liked it better if it wasn’t due to the fact you were doubting your relationship, but it’ll do for now.

If only you knew the ache in his chest that she was gone, forever now.

[happilydistinguishedbanana]

Fallen Pt. 2: Introductions

Authors note: I’m trying to get this story moving, and I promise that the reader will be able to chat with other characters normally!! But I’m thinking the longer she’s there, the more she’ll begin to under. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!! I still also need to decide who is going to be the love interest!! I might put up a poll for you guys to decide.

Warnings: Mentions of nausea

Summary: Every bit of me is scared being in a strange place that I used to love watching behind a screen, but a little part of me is hopeful. Hopeful that I’ll be assigned to the Bad Batch.

Word count: 2239

Relationship: Undecided Batcher(s) x Female Reader

For the next week I was watched. Of course, I never actually caught anyone watching me, but it was that strange, tickling feeling at the back of my neck that let me know someone’s eyes were on me. Sleep didn’t come easily.

My mind was constantly thinking about Corey. I had gotten on her a lot for not having many friends, or at least any good ones. But she was the only friend I had at the college. We met freshman year and we’ve been stuck at the hip since. I started to wonder if she had gotten home safely that night and headed over to my dorm. And even though none of this was my fault, I still felt terrible that I couldn’t have met her halfway.

I had a lot to lose in this situation. I had a family back home, a life, a college education that was almost complete. I met a boy in class, a very sweet boy. We would study together and get coffee or lunch just outside the college campus. He answered my calls instead of ignoring them. He took me out for dates and then walked me back to my dorm to make sure I was safe. He had kissed me just days before I fell into this alternate universe. He kissed me, and I never got the chance to kiss him back.

It was things like this that kept me locked up in my pompous room with its pompous decor and pompous view. It was sickly to be in there, but maybe I wanted to feel sick. At some point, I started to think that karma is real and that stealing that box of cigarettes when I was fourteen was actually a lot worse than I thought.

Eventually I had to leave the nauseating comfort of my room. Not by choice of course. Obi Wan walked with me all the way to a landing station built for military personnel. He made me pack a bag too, so I could only assume that my stay is over.

Ships flew in and out in mesmerizing patterns that slowly started to make my head light after looking up for so long. It was loud. Engines roared and hyperdrives sputtered after the long trek to Coruscant. Obi Wan walked through the bay casually like none of the loud noises and thundering ships bothered him. I guess it wouldn’t if he’s off on missions as often as the show portrayed.

They should be here soon. His words filtered onto the datapad I still carried close to me. The port isn’t nearly large enough for a large ship filled with overtired and overworked clones. I’m assuming I was being put with an elite force, a force small in size but large in assets. But could it really be the Bad Batch?

We stood for a while in silence. It was awkward to make conversation with the language barrier. I wondered if I’ll ever get a translator, one that wasn’t a square device that I could fit in my hand.

Obi Wan perks up then, his eyes watching the mouth of the hanger eagerly. A ship flys in suddenly, with two down turned wings and a metal horn that sticks out of the top. The Marauder. The Bad Batches' Omicron-class shuttle just flew into the hangar.

The Jedi approached their ship with determination. I was starting to get the idea he was excited to get rid of me. But I stood still, partly out of shock, partly out of fear. The Bad Batch was an elite squadron of clones that had favorable mutations. They went on elite missions, tackled elite tasks, and fought a hundred droids with just the four of them. And sure, they’re probably one of my safer options, but I can’t even stand the thought of blood and gore. I bet trying to shoot someone would be even worse.

I watched them file out of the ship one by one. My hands rubbed at my eyes several times. Seeing Obi Wan and Windu was something, but this was entirely unreal. When they took off their helmets, they were a lot different looking than I expected. Maybe it's because they’re more real.

They talked for a while, just them and Obi Wan. There was this weird aura of respect between them. Wrecker was laughing, Tech put away his datapad, Hunter was Hunter, and even Crosshair seemed to be in a good mood. It was refreshing to see. But it also hurts to know what happens to them.

I didn’t realize I was smiling until Obi Wan gestured in my direction, alerting the men of my presence. My lips dropped, and suddenly I felt that same vulnerability I felt wearing that hospital gown.

I met them halfway but said nothing. It was one thing talking to one person at a time, it's a completely different thing to talk to four.

These are the clones that you are assigned to. Obi Wan told me, looking back at the group of clones. The batch eyed us and our interaction carefully. I felt my palms start to sweat.

“I can see that.” Obi Wan watches the datapad in my hand and chuckles.

They will watch over you, but you will have to follow them on missions. It could be dangerous. The others glance at each other with a knowing tilt of their heads. Hunter chuckled and I felt a shiver crawl down my spine.

“I don’t have much of a choice.” I shrugged though I could feel my heart beating faster. “Even if I stated my opinion, I doubt it would matter.”

Obi Wan frowned and turned to the rest of the group. They talked quietly, quiet enough that the translator couldn’t pick up what they were discussing. I grinded my foot into the ground impatiently.

A weird feeling in me was telling me to look up and I did. I regretted it. Crosshair was scowling at me, his gaze penetrating right through me. He was one of my favorites in the show, well, they’re all my favorite, so it was a bit of a reality check that he probably wouldn’t like me right off the bat. I am getting all up in his brother's business after all.

I stare at him blankly. One thing about staring contests is that you can get away with a lot of stuff. His eyes were a lovely golden brown color, his skin a lot tanner than the show portrayed, his lips quirking up slightly as if his permanent frown wasn’t all that permanent. He was beautiful, yet terrifying at the same time because behind all that beauty is a soldier, a sniper, and a killer. And if I were to give him any reason not to trust me, I don’t think he would hesitate to end me.

The datapad vibrated in my hand and I looked away. Obi Wan started to speak again. My neck warmed, not from embarrassment but from the sudden prospect of me being alone with four men. It made me nervous.

I must take my leave, it read. He waited for me to nod before giving me a quick smile and headed off. He didn’t even bother to say goodbye.

I rubbed my arms up and down. This was no good. No good at all.

Hunter started speaking to me, his voice gruff and serious. Unwavering. Of course I didn’t understand a thing until the device in my hand translated it to me. We need to head out in a few. Take your bags into the ship. Wrecker will show you around.

“All business.” I shook my head while the others looked at me curiously. “Can’t even introduce yourselves.” I mumbled quietly enough that Tech wouldn’t pick up what I was saying. Those damn goggles of his would be a problem. I was no fool to know that they translate any language that you could think of, and once again I felt like every part of me was being bled out through the words that came out of my mouth. I was exposed, and I had no power to fix it.

I hauled my bag up without the help of the largest clone of the batch. He was quite muscular, but he was still lean in some places. His scar on his face was a lot more graphic than I anticipated, and I tried my best to not regurgitate my lunch. I suddenly felt bad for being so sensitive.

The ship smelled of sweat and man, but I can’t say I’m surprised. Inside was self explanatory. Wrecker wouldn’t need to give me a tour.

I dumped my luggage into an empty corner. Wrecker was speaking rather nervously, saying more than he should, stumbling over his words. Not that I could understand any of it. It was cute that I made him fidgety. Big scary guy with a warm personality.

“Calm down.” I waved a hand in his direction. “All is well.”

He looked confused so I pulled up my datapad. He read it, widened his eyes, and then bloomed into the toothiest smile I had ever seen. I was taken aback.

He started to speak more rapidly than before, his nervousness dissipated into resolute joy. The translator could not pick up his words fast enough, each sentence a jumbled mess of what he was saying. And then suddenly I didn’t need to read the screen.

“-an’t wait for you to see us fightin’ those clankers!”

I whipped my head around, the task of unpacking my luggage long forgotten. My mouth parted and I shouted out a rude ‘stop!’

He froze and shut his mouth. The ship was silent except for the soft putt putt putt of what I think was the hyperdrive. Wrecker looked like a deer caught in the headlights, and I had no doubt I looked the same.

“What did you say?” I gaped at him. “Say it again.”

He looked at the datapad I had placed between us. He hesitantly spoke again, but it was the same, unfamiliar language that I was surrounded by. I couldn’t stop the moan of disappointment from leaving my lips.

“Dammit.” I cursed, turning back to my measly attempt at unpacking. There was hardly anything in the large duffle bag. A pair of flats and a pair of boots. A warm cloak, two pairs of pants, a pair of shorts, a few long sleeved shirts, a few short sleeves, several pairs of underwear and a white cloth to wrap my breasts because apparently bras don’t exist here unless you like the thin structure of a bralette. Oh, and a fashionably extravagant dress that I was certain would look terrible on me.

Wrecker didn’t speak any more, and I wasn’t surprised when I turned around and he wasn’t lingering behind me like he’d been doing. It was strange to be alone on the ship, but I felt a wave of relief. For the first time since I came here I felt alone. Actually alone. There were no shivers, no judgmental gazes watching me, no tenseness in my shoulders. It was a delightful feeling.

But it didn’t last for long. When you’re constantly watched all week, its not hard to tell when someone’s gaze lands on you.

“It's rude to stare.” I say. I zip up my bag and turn, expecting to see the cold sniper. But instead it's the intelligent mechanic.

Tech goes about the ship casually, as if he didn’t just get caught staring at me. He speaks a few words, and I laugh when the datapad translates his words. It would be unavoidable. We will be in close proximity with each other.

He glanced up at me, his fingers stilling over the button to the cockpit. He cocked his head like a chicken. It was cute.

“I suppose, though I’m sure I’ll have more problems with it than any of you.” I stand up from the floor and brush off my pants. His eyes watched me brilliantly.

He nodded shortly after, and I weirdly felt like I was actually having a normal conversation for once. And after my strange interaction with Wrecker, I was hoping that maybe I can get rid of my translating device all together. Eventually.

We chatted for a while until the others came back. Hunter showed me an empty closet where I could stay, and Crosshair eyed me with a look that was filled with interest. But I didn’t look too much into it. I was tired, emotionally drained, and felt the burning feeling of anxiety in my chest. It didn’t help when the batch took off, my feet tripping over themselves, landing me square into the wall. My face heated when I heard the crude snipers chuckle.

And then there was silence. I peeked in the cockpit to witness the colorful array of hyperspace. It was pretty to watch, but with the nauseous feeling that dug itself in my stomach after take off, I turned away before I puked all over the back of Hunter's head.

The only thing that was on my mind was getting rest, and while I laid on my hard mattress, a blanket barely big enough to cover the entirety of my body, I thought of all the possible thrilling things that could happen on my adventures with the Bad Batch. But I also thought of all the terrifying things too.

[little-qngels]

Okay, okay I’m gonna go on a rant about a fanfic that made me hate Luke but also really like him. (This rant doesn’t include as much Luke as this sentences implies)

I’m pretty sure the author meant it just to be a shitty dramatic fanfic at first but it got so good at the end. Also I’m not gatekeeping, I just can’t find it anymore. It was called something like “Two roommates and the turmoils of life” or something else like that, I swear turmoil was in the name though

It was basically Nico and Percy in College and roommates. Percy was in marine biology I think and Nico was either undecided or didn’t like his major. Their majors came up a lot in Nico’s POV, because it’s mostly about how he doesn’t know what to do with his life and also being a little jealous about how other people like Percy seemed to have their life together (the irony). Most of the time, Nico was kinda used as break from Percy’s POV I think. Percy’s POV was way more about his relationships and his sexuality and it was so fucking dramatic, I loved it. That’s where Luke comes in because they have some college classes together and Luke is a bitch and a half, and Percy finds himself very attracted to him. Percy is like “tf, why do I like this bitch” and he feels bad about it because he’s still dating Annabeth.

Also Annabeth is cheating on him with Piper, and a bunch of people know and just don’t tell him. Annabeth is shown to feel guilty about it but like I still don’t really like her in this fic because she’s still cheating.

Rachel and Hazel pop in every now and then because they’re friends with Nico. The two of them are also queer platonic partners, and they are kinda used to just spill advice out for Nico and Percy.

The most specific part I remember is Percy finding out Annabeth is cheating on him because Luke offered to kiss him (very condescendingly, 10/10) and informed him Annabeth had been cheating on him for half of their relationship. He runs back to his and Nico’s dorm or apartment, and Hazel and Rachel are there hanging with Nico. He finds out Rachel knew, and Hazel and Nico get really upset her along with Percy. Rachel and Hazel kinda break up, and they both leave. So Nico is just left alone to comfort a very upset Percy.

And then chapter ended, I closed the tab, and went to read the next one a week later and then I couldn’t find it.

My villain origin story.

Excuse my terrible spelling and grammar, I am dyslexic. Also I could totally have misremember all of this, so yea.

[darkfictionjude]

Etymology nonnie here!

I think I explained I wanted to have well thought out names for my MC's. I became the etymology nonnie thanks to that.

And I already explained why my boy MC who romances Imre is named Indiana. And all the cutesy silly ideas I had based on the names. I+I=We will always haunt me. If I ever write a fanfic of WWC I'll have to include it for sure.

But here I came to announce I, surprisingly, came with the perfect name for an MC to romance Nia with. Which is funny, since I was actually trying to come up with one for an MC who'll romance Lorcan.

It came from one of the asks you answered minutes ago. Since people were asking you about the birds Nia liked. What better name, then, than Robin? It's specially nice because it works for all genders. And it makes the birdie nickname work overtime. All my MC's are male, but I think Robin works well. Nickname Rob (which coincidentally is also the nickname of an OC of mine, whose full name is Robert, lol). Mostly thinking from male references like Robin hood, as well as the many versions of Batman sidekicks.

Now, for my MC romancing Lorcan, I'm still undecided. I really have been liking Ambrose lately. It means immortal (which feels oddly ominous for this game), and for nicknames I could go with Ames or Brose (or Bro... No, I can't do that... Evil shall not tempt me). Yet, as much as I like the name, it does not convince me entirely yet.

The other one I was considering was an anagram of Orla. That is, Arlo. It doesn't have a certain meaning, but I think it's cute. And it has deep ties with the story. It follows from Prudence trying to have a second Orla with MC, to the point that even the name is related to her. And it's also wholesome and down to earth, which I think fits for a potential partner for Lorcan. I think it's also cute a potential nickname for Arlo is Lo (there are other options, like Rollo or Arly/Arlie), so it feels very tied to Lorcan specifically.

I don't know. I'm probably giving it way too much thought. But, what do you think? If not of the names, at least of my endeavor to have specific names based on the RO I'm romancing?

I do think it's a bit contradictory to the themes of WWC, that involve MC finding their own identity and selfhood. But I also like names to fit together in meaning, phonoaesthetics and overall vibe between romantic couples. So, I don't know if I should defend myself or not.

I do think robin is very cute. It could be a reason Nia calls mc that

Arlo would make sense thematically but it would also cast a shadow on mc and Lorcan’s relationship. Unless you want to constantly have his relationship with you be forever tied to Orla, it would always be a crowded relationship. The only way Lorcan’s relationship can work if he stops looking at mc like Orla’s sibling and the name Arlo just wouldn’t help. He would feel bad thinking he’s replacing Orla with you so it’s just willingly inviting more of Orla into there.

Ultimately I don’t care what the mc’s are called since it’s choice based and all of you have reasons for whichever name you pick I’m just giving my two cents on what I would think if mc was called that