#instead of immediately expecting me to know they want a specific amount

[elibeeline]

holy shit we have new regulars at work who are suddenly my Least Favourite Ever

[newluvrs]

Sungchan ₊ ⊹₍ᐢᐢ₎  mdni!! 18+ currently listening to: VENUS AS A BOY - BJORK word count: 3k bb note: sungchan is so Venus as a boy coded

Its 4:37 a.m. when you finally close your laptop for the evening.  Your skin feels like shit and you’re practically vibrating from the amount of espresso shots that were in your iced latte.  You haven’t moved from your desk since noon, only taking miniature breaks to go take a piss and grab a quick snack.  Finals week always makes you feel barely human.  When you finally turn off dnd on your phone, your met with a trillion notifications, but only a specific person holds all your attention.  Your heart lurches when you see Sungchan’s name under missed calls, you almost feel guilty recalling your demand you made earlier this week, almost. 

-

“Are you serious?”

“Sungchan, please I am quite literally begging.” 

“Baby, I just don’t understand why you don’t want to study with me...” 

You know damn well he knows why and just wants to make you say it.  You look at him with a bored expression on your face.

“You’re distracting.”

When he feigns confusion at your simple response, you roll your eyes before continuing.  

“Fine.  If you want me to be vulgar I’ll be vulgar.  We both know that I want to fuck you all the time.  You know that it only gets worse when I’m stressed.  I can’t sit there with you and just study when 90% of the time all I can think about is jumping your bones.”

“90% of the time, huh?” 

You want to kiss the stupid smug grin off of his face, but you settle instead for turning your back to him, trying to steel your resolve.  

“It’ll only be a week… it can’t be that hard, right?”

-

Except that’s absolutely not true because why would he ever make things easy for you?  It’s only been a few days since, and you can no longer count on both hands the amount of times you have had to stop yourself from driving to his place. It’s not even his fault, for the most part.  Your boyfriend is just so hot.  You swear BeReal is plotting against you when the timer has just so happened to go off every day this week when he’s in the gym.  How are you supposed to contain yourself when he walks around looking like that, and always so willing to give you what you want.  You’ve had to pause in the middle of studying a couple of times this week just to get yourself off.  Truly you are no better than a man.  

Sungchan himself has pleaded with you a couple of times to just let him come see you.  Trying to explain to you that you’re being ridiculous.  In his head he can’t understand why you won’t just let him be there to help relieve your stress.  He knows that you’re the insatiable one in this relationship.  You having explained to him after you first slept together that your sex drive tended to be high.  And he’s always been more than willing to help you out, whether it be fucking you exactly the way you need after a long day or bringing you to a tender release with his mouth first thing in the morning before you go to work.  He knows exactly what you need when you need it, so he can’t understand why you’re torturing yourself (and him) now. 

chan <3: plz let me come over 

Needless to say you absolutely weren’t expecting to receive a message from him this late at night.  

You: Why r u up??? 

chan <3: ochem :/

chan <3: I need to see u :(

You want to ignore the message, but you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t subconsciously press your thighs together.  All you’ve been able to think about since you last saw him is how bad you need him.  You can only do so much with your own fingers, and each time you get off has just been less and less satisfying.  Before you even get a chance to respond another message comes through. 

chan <3: im coming over

Immediately you rush to jump in the shower, not exactly feeling the most desirable in the ratty t-shirt you’ve been wearing for the last 2 days and your unwashed hair.  You tell yourself you’re not gonna let him stay over.  That all you’re gonna do is give him a quick kiss and a hug, just so that both of you can see that the other is doing fine.  And then you’re gonna tell him that you’ll see him in a few more days, after your last exam.  You say this to yourself even as you forego throwing on a bra.  You say this to yourself again as you pull up your sleeping shorts without putting on any underwear.  You tell yourself this one last time as you climb under your sheets, making yourself comfortable against your pillows.  When the familiar sound of your apartment door unlocking finally comes, you feel yourself become nervous suddenly, voice shaking as you holler that you’re in your bedroom.  

You try your best to act like you weren’t waiting for him, but you fail when as soon as you see him standing in your doorway you immediately open your arms wide for him to join you.  He lays himself next to you in your bed, wrapping his arms around your middle resting his head on your chest as you leave kisses on his forehead.  Immediately you feel comforted by his presence, your mood doing a 180. The both of you stay like this for a moment, just holding each other, feeling the exhaustion in your bones.  It’s him who breaks the silence. 

“Missed you.”  

He looks up at you when he says it, his tired eyes making your heart turn.  You can tell that he also just showered, his hair slightly damp and face covered in a light sheen from his skincare products, pimple patches and all.  You love being with him like this, tired and both of your faces bare, it feels like the both of you truly see each other.  

“”m so tired.” 

You sigh as you rub your eyes, truly you’re so exhausted.  Stress has been wrecking your body and making you feel wound too tight.  Not seeing Sungchan has only made it worse, making you feel touch starved and lonely on top of everything else.  He can already tell without you having to say it that it’s been a long couple of days for you.  He knows how hard you can push yourself to succeed.  Being told your whole life that you’re a hard worker only fueled your anxieties of being the best you could be, afraid to let everyone down.

“Let me take care of you.”  

You look down at him still resting his chin on your chest as he says so, his pretty lips pulled into a pout.  

“Just want to help you relieve your stress, will you let me do that for you baby?”  

You feel your pussy throb at this.  It makes you feel good to know that just as much as you always want Sungchan, he always wants you too.  When you don’t say anything he moves to slot himself between your legs, planting soft kisses against your jaw.

“I need to make my pretty girl feel good.  All I’ve been able to think about these last few days is fucking you.”

You can feel that he’s already half-hard as he rocks his hips against yours, a gentle sigh falling from your mouth at the smallest bit of pleasure.  

“..please.”  

That’s all he needs to hear before he’s pushing your shirt up to your hips, his hands moving to your waist as he pulls you fully against him.  He moves his lips gently against yours as you softly moan into his mouth.  You feel so sleepy even right now, everything feeling like a dream as he grinds against you, panting into your mouth.  

“Felt like I was going crazy without you.  I was waiting for a call from you, telling me that you needed me and I was ready to drop everything.  You’re all I could think about.”  

You might be the insatiable one in this relationship but Sungchan is a close second.  For every time that you needed him to make you feel good, there was a time where he needed to make you feel good.  There’s nothing in this world hotter to him than the effect he has on you.  

“Your stupid fucking BeReals made me have to take several… study breaks.”  

Your ears burn hot as you admit this, casting your eyes to between your bodies watching as Sungchan rolls his hips into yours.  Heat blooming in your chest seeing the way the two of you fit perfectly together.

“I wanted to cave so many times… I’m happy you came over.” 

His heart swells in his chest hearing you say this. Placing a tender kiss against your cheek before he pulls away to pull your shorts off.  When he comes face to face with your bare cunt when he was expecting panties, he feels like he’s gonna combust.  

“Jesus y/n, you drive me fucking crazy.”  

He wants to be cocky about it, tease you for having such shit resolve when it comes to him, but he’s so hard it hurts.  You look so soft and tender, hair still damp from the shower, your old t-shirt still on along with your glasses.  He leans on an elbow as he reaches a hand down to play with you, when his fingers brush against your core you’re already soaked. When he looks up at you in silent awe your hands are covering your face, trying to shy away from his gaze.  

“I can’t help it..” You mumble out from behind your hands.  

He doesn’t want to make you wait any longer, slipping two fingers up and down your slit, coating them in your wetness.  He rubs them along your clit briefly just to hear your gasps, rutting his cock against your thigh as he does so.  He moves to pull your hands away from your face as he lines his fingers up with your hole.  Pressing them in he revels in the way you shut your eyes in bliss, mouth falling open.  He feels cocky now, smirking to himself at the way you moan when he crooks them up once they’re fully inside, rubbing up against your top wall.  

“Sungchan fuck..” 

You reach out for him, pulling him down to kiss you while his fingers play with you.  You stay like this for awhile, just making out as his fingers play with you.  He slides in a third to feel the way you gasp into his mouth.  When you arch your chest into his he almost dies at the way he can feel your nipples through your t-shirt.  

“You’re so needy, baby.”  

He presses kisses all over your face as he says this, sliding his fingers out of you to give your clit some more attention.  

“Why are your clothes still on.. this is so unfair.” 

He laughs to himself when you say this, finding it cute the way you try to make demands even as your body is twitching, caving in on itself from the pleasure.  

“Sorry baby, ‘m just gonna make you cum like this real quick, and then I’ll take them off, deal?” 

You can’t even process what he’s saying anymore, just nodding your head as you rock your hips up into his hand.  He slips his fingers back into your cunt, palm grinding into your clit as he finger fucks you.  You’re so distracted by his fingers you don’t even notice that he’s pushed your shirt up to your tits until you feel his mouth wrap around one of your nipples.  Unsure what to do with your hands, all you can do is claw at the sheets, body so overwhelmed from the pleasure.

You cum just like this, the only warning Sungchan gets is the way your body seizes up, your moans reaching a whinier pitch.  He groans at the feeling of you sporadically clenching around his fingers as he fucks you through your orgasm.  Only coming to a halt when you try and push his hand away.  You shudder as he pulls his fingers out, your throat feeling dry as you lay there, boneless.  He’s tender with the way he treats you after, leaving kisses all over your face.  

“So good to me baby, you feel better?”

You nod your head, slowly blinking, still trying to come down from your first high.  When you finally find the words to speak there’s only one thing you can say.

“Goddamn.”

You don’t even care that he smirks to himself at your comment, he deserves to be cocky right now.  When he moves back between your legs, you can already feel heat blooming again, setting your nerves alight.  You can see how hard he is through his sweats, dick straining against the fabric.  Sungchan already knows that cumming once is never enough for you, which is why you want to slap the smug grin off of his face when you hear him ask,

“You want to go again?” 

When you glare at him trying to seem threatening, he can only laugh at how cute you are.  Bringing his lips to yours to kiss the pout off your face.  He leans back on his heels to pull his long sleeve over his head.  You feel yourself throb when you see his body.  You were never one to care about muscles or whether or not someone goes to the gym, but you can’t help but admire all of Sungchan’s hard work.  

“Chan, you’re so handsome.” 

Sungchan feels himself blush at the compliment, filling with pride when you admire him so openly.  He goes to pull down his sweats, freeing his dick from the restrictive fabric.  

“You’re gonna sit there and tease me for not wearing panties, when you show up at my door without boxers on under your sweats?”  

You can’t even sound mean right now because you just feel desperate.  Trying to sound authoritative while simultaneously spreading your legs a little wider to make room for him.  

“Can’t help it I needed to make myself easily accessible to my baby.”  

Now it’s your turn to blush, rolling your eyes like you’re not affected.  He digs a condom from his pocket before sliding it on, you want to make a joke about why it was there in the first place, but the joke dies in your throat when he’s finally lining himself up between your legs.  He runs the head of his cock up and down your slit a few times before finally, finally, pushing in to your wet heat.  The stretch is so good, as he gentle eases himself into you, bringing a hand to thumb at your clit.  The slide easy with how wet you already were from your previous orgasm.  Sungchan loves the way your body opens up for him so easily.  

When he finally bottoms out, both of you just sit there panting.  You take in the sleepy look on Sungchan’s face and think about how yours must mirror his, recalling how it’s close to 6 a.m. now.  You bring a hand up to his cheek, just looking at him as you whine from how deep he feels in you, making you feel so full.  When you finally nod for him to start moving, he pulls out slowly before pushing back in just as slowly, hips reaching deep within you.  Sungchan knows that now is one of those times where you just needed to feel him close.  He fucks you just like this, slow but making sure to sink all the way in each time so you feel full.  

You’re so tired your eyes are starting to slip closed at the pleasure, just feeling so good and so sleepy.  Sungchan sees this and brings himself up to murmur against your ear.

“‘m I fucking you good?”  

All you can do is nod your head, gasping out each time he reaches deep within you.  

“’m I fucking you like you deserve?”  

When he feels you clench around him he keeps talking.

“My needy girl deserves to be fucked exactly how she likes.  You’ve been working so hard baby, just let me take care of you.  Let your pretty boy fuck you good.”  

Sungchan pulls away to rest his head in the crook of your neck, hips picking up the pace.  You bring a shaky hand to the one he has stationed by your head, urging him to lace his fingers with yours.  His heart feeling tender at the action, the gentle affection a heavy contrast to the way his hips are repeatedly rutting into yours.  The both of you are fighting to stay awake, fueled by the need to get each other off.  Sungchan knows you’re close when your moans start to change in pitch.

“You gonna cum?” 

Your eyes are squeezed shut as you hum a simple “mhm” back to him.  Sungchan uses all the energy he has left to fuck into that tender spot within you, hips refusing to let up.  

“Cum pretty girl, then we can go to sleep.” 

You just nod your head, wrapping your arms around him, trying to bring your face to his.  Sungchan takes the hint, softly pressing his lips to yours as he fucks into you one, two, three more times before you’re whimpering against him, body twitching as he feels you seize up around him.  He follows close behind, spilling into the condom as you twitch around him, fighting to keep your eyes open so you can see the way his face contorts from the bliss.  When he’s done going through the motions, he pulls out of you, hissing from the sensitivity.  He disposes of the condom before pulling his sweats back up, cleaning you up quickly with a damp towel trying his best to be gentle, putting a clean pair of underwear on you before finally sliding next to you in your bed.  

When he cuts the lights off you can see that the sun is starting to shine, both of your eyes feeling heavy as he wraps himself around you.  Before you both doze off you hear him mumble one last thing.

“I really did miss you.” 

You smile to yourself, placing a kiss on his pouty lips. 

“I missed you more Chan.”  

[phoenixeclipse-lmkau]

So uh, I realise I wrote too much again, so like, I don't expect the questions to be answered, I just think in questions and what ifs. I don't expect the questions to be answered at all just go for a general respond to the vibes if u want.

I think you should have Reader go back to her world and the duo try and go after her.

According to JTTW isn't the world in the palm of Buddha or something? Would Reader's world be in the future or an alternate world/palm?

I'm just imagining after they go through all their adventures and grow and mature as people[monkies?], they should get a power of friendship[romance] power boost to go to Reader's world and immediately cause chaos there, with all the drama that is involved.

What would they think about everyone knowing so much about them? Is there a heavenly realm/court thingy they can ransack, so we can have shenanigans of two heavenly courts fighting the duo and each other on what to do regarding the situation?

How would the duo react to meeting Reader's family? Would there be a Sun Wukong and Macaque in Reader's world? How would they react to the Cursed Warlords duo?

What if Reader goes home with them still cursed instead?

Imagine Reader being separated from them because as far as anyone knows, these are wild animals that should live in a zoo or something.

Nobody would believe that the monkeys came from another world, they would just wonder how Reader managed to steal 2 monkey cubs from their parents and habitat most likely across country lines

People probably think Reader is an abusive, cruel, ignorant asshole who probably got them from a poacher or something.

Can u imagine the amount of harassment, hate and vitriol Reader would get, and the monkeys would witness?

And they would only see a bunch of humans, targeting the one human who no matter what tried their best to keep them safe, saying that Reader is a horrible person that they will "save" them from, only to be shoved into tiny cages[carriers] only to be taken into a prison where they are stared at 24/7 with flashing lights from all sides with no privacy[zoo], forced to eat pellets while reader would probably starve before letting them go hungry[fruit has been bred to have too much sugar that it gives animals cavities so zoos don't use them], being manhandled by strangers poking random things into them[vets giving check-up and bloodwork]?

Imagine if they broke their curse after experiencing all of that, oh their reaction to everything:

monkey duo: "ok, there is no way we will leave Reader here, court-napping kidnapping 'rescue' reader plan is a go!"

reader, who only saw them as cubs and was imprisoned shortly after they were separated: "Who tf are you???? Why do these two monkey demons act like they know me??? How did they even get here??? WAIT WHY AM I BEING TAKEN BACK??? WHAT ABOUT THE CUBS?? are these the cubs parents??"

monkey duo, touched that reader still remembers to think about them after all this kerfuffle:"… ok we are definitely going to marry reader, gonna have to shift plans to move it up the schedule"

This had me absolutely busting a gut as I was reading it. The idea would be something that would be fun to play with for sure.

I don’t think that I’ll have them go to her world this early in the Au, but eventually they’ll probably go there because they don’t like her being anywhere that isn’t with them. Well other than Flower Fruit Mountain, as they believe that she is safest there. (Haven’t decided when they actually go to her world yet, or if they’ll go there quietly or if they’ll bust into the place or not)

Now for Reader’s World, I realize it’s something I haven’t really mentioned before. Reader’s world is a modern world, one that doesn’t have demons or monsters lurking around every corner. My thought is it’s just like Earth in this way. I like the idea of Reader’s world being one that isn’t on Buddha’s palm at all, in fact it’s a world that should be impossible for her to leave or travel to. However due to a specific magic that flows through her, she is able to get pulled to and from her world. What magic? Honestly haven’t decided on that yet. But the only way she can control it is with magical artifacts, her magic simply powering the artifact and guiding it to the right dimension. She and two other people are the only ones who can even do this properly, even if her own is a complete accident usage every time.

No there isn’t a Sun Wukong and Macaque in her world. That would be funny true, but with her world being a modern one I don’t feel like it fits.

My thoughts on Reader traveling between the worlds, hehe~ Let’s just say I’ve got a few fun plans for that. Especially when the Monkey Duo can’t do anything about it (At least not for a while). 👀 Heck due to the nature of Reader’s nullification to magic, Macaque can’t even just know when she arrives in their world. They will get rather desperate to get her back on more than one occasion. HA! I am going to make them work for this girl! They want her, they will have to work / fight for her. Though the fighting comes like second nature to them, heck more than second nature to them actually.

On the topic of marriage though, Wukong and Macaque think more along the lines of courting. They just want to court-nap her and mate with her and then she would be their wife by Demon standards. So they won’t really think to have an actual wedding… at least not until they learn about that human custom.

I loved your ideas btw, thank you so much for sharing them with me ❤️

As always if anyone else has any other ideas, then send them my way! I love to hear everyone’s thoughts. Such as this Anon’s who had me laughing so hard I swear my stomach hurt from it.

Just thinking about the monkey duo being put into a zoo was hilarious. The absolute rage Wukong would feel would be something to behold, including the fact that he’d probably tear down the zoo if the curse vanished while he was in it. Reader would be all worried about your monkeys trying to figure out how to free them when suddenly there’s some sort of fire happening at the zoo they were brought to. You would probably fear for the worst.

Until two monkey demons probably enter through your window, ready to take their darling back home.

“How…” Reader gasps as you stared into beautiful golden eyes that stared at you with a love stuck smile.

“Hello Reader~ Are you ready to go home?” Wukong mutters, his tail swaying back and forth like that of a cat.

“Who are you!?” you want to run. The demon in front of you is covered in blood and walking towards you at a rather quick pace, too quick.

“Now, now. We can’t have you running,” Another demon mutters as arms wrap around your waist, seemly out of no where.

Turning you are about to yell when you notice a set of three ears on each side of his head. Immediately your thoughts going to your little monkey cubs as she's picked up effortlessly.

"Ahh! Let me go! Who the heck are you!? Are you Plum and Peaches parents? Is that why you're here? I swear I don't have them, they- they're trapped at the zoo... I didn't do anything to them-" you would get cut off rather quickly.

"Shh, shh we know. We know that you didn't do anything other than care for them. Gotta say being called Plum for months was strange but can't say I hated it," Macaque would whisper in your ear.

As this is revealed to you, a sense of terror washes over you. Slowly you find yourself turning to look at the other monkey demon in the room. The similarities were so distinctive and they were right in your face. You couldn't deny it now.

"Now, let's get you back home. We aren't going to leave you for this stupid world to take care of you. No, they can't take care of you like we can," Wukong mutters, nuzzling his face against your cheek.

You can try to get out of their hold all you like, but you won't succeed with these two. They love you too much to let you go now. You sealed your fate the moment you gave them food, if I'm being honest. Especially with what the zoo tried to feed them.

[rpgchoices]

Misdirection (Astarion romance route)

BG3 spoilers

I am obsessed with the misdirection in Astarion's romance. I said it before, I was absolutely tricked too. When you read a text or consume media every line is put there for a reason, it is a waste otherwise. By the party scene you kind of have a certain idea of what Astarion is. You know that he dislikes helping others, you know that he lies, he flirts a lot, he is vain, he is a killer, and he wants power (from the conversations about the tadpoles and Raphael).

At this point, if you chose him as a romance, it could also be that you enjoyed the idea of him being a vampire and all the tropes that come with it.

So when, after the first night together, you can ask him "It felt like you weren't fully there" there had to be a reason. From a writing pov, why was that line added?

As a player, you have to wonder. And by this point in the story it seems like a warning there is little that might convince you that what he answers with is not the truth, mainly because it falls right into the classic stereotypes of this kind of romance. Of course he is a danger, he did not want to lose control, be careful in the future - this is how it would sound to me if I romanced him without spoilers. I know because when I got his sex scene, I reloaded and romanced someone else because this kind of aggressive seduction vampire fantasy was not my thing.

If I had read this line, I would have been sure it was a small hint that romancing Astarion could end up very badly. Another small misdirection that could easily end up as a clue is in their second pre-sex scene together. Astarion is making sure the MC will stay with him, and he is very seductive. The funny thing is that if you choose the "yes" (1st option in the pictures just below) you don't get any other information or clue, but just flirting. You actually get even more of the fantasy, he talks about how he cannot stop thinking about you, he even presses on the word "dangerous", and his mannerism is all business

If instead you ask him to be better he goes on and on about his lines, he directly tells the player that these are all fake, basically. You can even ask him if these lines work on Cazador's targets, and he says "well, they worked on YOU".

So at this point as players we know that the player is being manipulated and teased up till a point. I definitely fell for it by immediately cutting the romance short, and never thinking about it again until I got the strenght potion scene. I got that scene as a friendship one, which has different options.

It is a bit different than the romance, he is much more direct in my opinion. He talks about his body as one of the few assets he has, and he is much more confused about why he was being "too precious" about the potion, he is actually surprised by himself.

And as I said, it is much more direct when he says that he never had a choice before (and he is specifically talking about sex). In the friendship version you can also convince him that he needs to use all of this that he has because he might, to protect himself and get advantage, which at least gives credit to our MC if we do romance him.

(TW!! for SA) In the romance scene instead you never get these options, you CANNOT convince him to keep using his body, and if you try to do so he will break up with you, as he should, he is much more confident.

And regarding the whole misdirection if you have not maximized his approval, you won't get his confession but you will find out the whole of his story after the drow potion scene. That is the scene where he thanks you for respecting his consent. I feel like it is such a monumental and surprising one, definitely not one I expected.

And the options are SO SO TELLING. The one sex option you get in this dialogue is the WRONG one. The game directly tells you that by choosing it you assaulted him and disregarded his consent.

There are instead 5 good options. I checked and they all seem to have the same amount of approval.

They are:

1. Showing him that your feelings are real so he can trust them. 2. Showing him intimacy without sex (hug). 3. Confirming that you want to be with him even with his burdens (he often mentions them in other dialogues, especially when you choose between him and Gale). 4. Saying you can be together without sex. And my favourite: 5. ASKING him what he wants, CARING about what he wants.

So yeah, I admit I absolutely fell for it, I was convinced this would take such a wildly different road. Glad to see it did not.

[lyingindecay]

Begging

[Thaddeus x Fem Bodied!Reader]

Summary: Thaddeus can't help but need you. (Alternatively 'just the tip, please') Word Count: 1k Warnings: MINROS DNI, 18+, vaginal fingering, sweet inexperienced Thaddeus, p in v, cream pie, finger sucking, porn with no plot whatsoever, fucking in the wasteland baybeeeee A/N: Writing this instead of sleeping, apologies for any mistakes! I was initially going to have a couple different characters with this specific scenario (just the tip), but this turned out... longer than in intended. SO, I may write separate ones for Norm, Max, and The Ghoul if there is interest! divider by cafekitsune

You are trying to stifle your moans as Thaddeus kisses your neck. He lies on top of you, one of his hands in your pants, the other one holding him above you ever so slightly.  It’s comfortable, the amount of weight lying on you. It’s comforting.

“I’m scared,” You had said. Lying out in the middle of the wasteland wasn’t for the weak or faint of heart.

“How can I help?” Thaddeus was quick to ask you.

You paused, “Well, I used to have this thick blanket I used to lay under…” Your words were drawn out. Thaddeus didn’t get it. Not immediately. “Can you lay on top of me?” It was innocent. At first.

Now, you can’t keep your hands off of him. Thaddeus’ whole body is on fire, keeping you warm. His cheeks are ablaze, and he is certain you can feel his heart pounding into his chest. You’re lying on his jacket now, in hopes of keeping dirt from entering any places you really don’t want it to be.

“Please,” He is begging against the shell of your ear.

“What?” You sound confused. You are confused.

“I need it,” He whimpers, his hips bucking into yours as his fingers pump in and out of you. “I need to feel you.” Thaddeus is a mess.

Your eyes widen as soon as you realize what he means. “Here?” You cock a brow at him, your stomach turning as he accidentally brushes over your clit. You let out a soft moan and your eyes shut. When you open them back up, Thaddeus is staring at you. His big blue eyes pleading. You swallow hard.

“Just the tip,” He assures you.

You nod. The both of you struggle briefly, fumbling out of your clothes. You lay on his jacket and look up at him when the both of you are (mostly) naked. Your pants and underwear are gone, and so are his. Both of you still wear your shirts. Thaddeus’ hand wanders up your shirt, you ask if he wants you to remove it.

“You don’t have to.” He whispers, “Can I touch you, though?”

“Of course,” You smile. His hand reaches one of your breasts and he squeezes it. Your nipple rolling between his fingers. You bite back a moan. “I need you too.” You finally admit. “Want to feel you inside-”

Thaddeus seems to lose it when you say that. His hand grabs at your hip, and he angles himself at your entrance. “Can I?” He asks. He begs. You cannot tell him and his cute little face no. You nod, giving an enthusiastic ‘yes’. Thaddeus groans at how you say that. His hips buck forward slightly, and you gasp as he enters you.

The squire wants nothing more than to stay true to his word. Just the tip. But you are heavenly. You are divine. He wants- He needs more. And so do you.

“Thaddeus,” You whine, “I need you.”

“Need me to what?” It’s his turn to be confused.

“Fuck me! I need you to fuck me, please.”

That’s all it takes. Thaddeus’ cock is deep inside of you as soon as the words leave your mouth. You cover your mouth to muffle a moan. Thaddeus does not care to muffle his. He is moaning and whimpering against your neck, his hips thrusting into you.

“I wanna hear you,” He whines. “Wanna know you feel good.” His teeth hit your skin and you uncover your mouth, letting out a high pitched mewl.

Thaddeus isn’t going to last long, you can feel it. He has no experience, you don’t expect him to really outlast you. As you expect, Thaddeus’ thrusts grow sloppier than before, he’s trying his best.

“I’m close-” He’s sounds like he’s going to cry. “Inside?” He asks.

You have about five seconds to decipher the question. You think about the mess pulling out is going to cause. So, you stupidly decide. “Inside!” You try to keep your voice down,but you’re sure your companions can hear you.

Thaddeus thrusts a couple more times and cums inside of you. He lets out a loud moan, your name rolling off of his tongue. He sits there a minute, lying on top of you, before it clicks.

“You didn’t- I don’t think you-” He’s struggling, he’s still inside of you.

“No, it’s okay-” You try to reassure him.

“No,” He shakes his head, “You need to cum too.” Thaddeus pushes himself up. His eyes hit yours. He looks determined. “Can I?” He asks again, his hand tracing down your stomach. You nod. His fingers dip into you and one of your hands drops down to your dripping cunt as well. You circle your clit and Thaddeus is watching you. Examining your movements. He removes his fingers from you briefly, swatting your hand away. You look at him with confusion. You find him staring down at your pussy, his thumb finding your clit now.

Your hips roll and you moan out for him to continue as his fingers pump in and out of you. “Just like that,” You reassure him again. “Keep- Keep going.” You bite the inside of your cheek.

Thaddeus is focused. His fingers are not steady, but he is trying. His determination is turning you on even more. A heat is building up and as his thumb hits your clit again, you let out a strangled whine. “Fuck,” You cry out. “I’m close! Thaddeus, please!”

He’s biting his tongue. He is honed in on you, only you. You come undone, cumming on his fingers. You are ruined, everything is ruined; especially his jacket.

He pulls his fingers from you and you reach for his hand. You guide his hand towards your mouth and palace his fingers on your tongue. You gently close your mouth and suck on his fingers. You taste his and your cum. You keep eye contact with him.

He blinks at you. “I think I’m hard again.” He whispers it.

“I can help you with that.” You smile. “If you want-”

“Please,” He is begging again. “Please, I wanna feel you again. I need to-”

You pull him into a kiss. If this is what him laying on top of you is going to lead to, you want him to do it all of the time.

[theonevoice]

Aziraphale doesn't drink coffee

My friends, it feels obvious now, but I finally managed to put my fingers on what was bothering me about this specific exchange of lines:

If you think about it, this exchange doesn't make sense. Aziraphale says:

"But I… I don't want to go back to Heaven. Where would I get my coffee?"

and the Metatron answers:

"You know, as Supreme Archangel, you would be able to decide who to work with."

What does being able to decide who to work with have anything to do with coffee?

At first, like many of us, I had interpreted the scene as Aziraphale using the coffee as a metaphor for expressing his love for Earth and earthly pleasures, and the Metatron slyly throwing the Crowley's restored angelic status card on the table to force him to change his mind, as if Crowley was the one important thing that could make Aziraphale forget all other things on Earth.

But here's the thing - and I don't know why I never noticed it before: as far as we know, Aziraphale doesn't drink coffee.

If I am not mistaken, there are only three explicit coffee references in the two seasons: the "six shots of espresso," the espresso cup that sits in front of Crowley on the table at the Ritz in s1ep1, and the two mugs in s1ep2 when Aziraphale and Crowley stops at a sort of dining place to discuss how to find the lost Antichrist. Now, unlike with the expresso cup at the Ritz, where we have an above shot that clearly shows traces of coffee, we don't see what's inside the two mugs here. But I don't think Aziraphale's one contains coffe: he's not even aware that caffeine is definitely does not "calm people down," it's very clearly not his thing.

Furthermore, we do know what his things are: little restaurants, sushi, classical music, old bookshops, tea, crepes, French wine… not coffee.

When the Metatron asks him to become Supreme Archangel, he could say "where would I get my sushi?" or "where would I get my books" or "where would I get my records" which is an actual line that he pronounced earlier while talking to Maggie.

Instead he says "coffee."

And then it struck me: Aziraphale is never associated with coffee. But Crowley is.

That's what he's saying, probably unconsciously: when he says "where would I get my coffee?" he's not expressing his love for Earth, he's expressing his love for Crowley.

He could even be doing this without realizing it, as a form of involuntary codification (codification like in Freud's or Matte Blanco's theories of unconscious mind: where something seated deep inside you hooks onto some minor detail outside and starts speaking through your words as if on its own accord). After all, this particular morning, after the emotional strain of the ball, the demonic attack during the night, and the unexpected revelation of Gabriel and Beelzebub relationship, seems to me like the sort of moment in which some amount of brain fog is to be expected, even for an angel.

But the Metatron sees straight through him, possibly even more clearly than he sees through himself, and gives an answer that ignores the superficial codification and address directly the deep meaning. He doesn't say: "as Supreme Archangel you would be able to pop down here whenever you want and have as much coffee as you like." He immediately sees that "where would I get my coffee?" means "how could I be together with Crowley?" and makes his dirty move of dangling the idea of restoring Crowley to his former angelic status in front of Aziraphale's face because he knows that this is the one and only point.

And now I really, really, really hope that in s3 we will see Supreme Archangel Aziraphale sending someone on Earth to get him some coffee - maybe a big cup with six shots of espresso in it and nothing else - and then grabbing the paper cup with a pain, strenght, and desperation that nobody else would understand.

[jinhyun]

—excuses.

pairing: lee minho x reader

genre: fluff, (very recent) established relationship

word count: 2.3k

summary: you ask your boyfriend for some private dancing lessons, and although he hears you loud and clear, he still manages to believe you're just making up excuses for him to come over.

a/n: helloo, this was comissioned by the lovely @hyunholights and i had so much fun writing it! although i think i made myself soft now ;-; lol. i hope you enjoy! thank you so much for all your support and for being so sweet<3

comissions are still open!

"Wait, so when you said you wanted me to come over tonight and teach you to dance, you actually meant teaching you to dance?"

Staring at your boyfriend perplexed as ever, you blinked two times before looking around in a silent response — the coffee table in your living room had been pushed aside to leave a fair amount of space to move around, your favourite rug had been rolled up and placed by one of the corners so it wouldn't be damaged by all the stomping you had supposed there would be, and two bottles of water had been carefully placed next to a pair of personal towels, just in case you got too tired and sweated more than you had expected to.

Furthermore, the outfit you were wearing seemed to be the cherry on top. Looking down at it, you fidgeted with the zip of the black hoodie you were wearing over your grey sport bra, which perfectly matched your favourite pair of sweatpants — the very ones that you often wore around the house just because of how comfortable they were, and that would finally be put to a good, productive use today.

All those very obvious hints alone were enough to answer your boyfriend's question.

Unlike you, he was standing by the entrance of your living room holding two bags of takeout food he had dropped by to get before showing up at your place. Granted, he was wearing a sportswear too, but that had to do with the fact that he had just finished dance practice with his group members back at the JYPE building, and not with him having come here well prepared to help you out with your deficient —as you liked to call them— dancing skills.

"I thought I made it clear when we texted last night?" you couldn't help the utter confusion in your voice.

"You said you wanted me to come over tonight" he pointed out. "After practice".

"Yes," you agreed. "Which was followed by 'to give me dancing lessons'".

"I thought it was just an excuse to have me come over".

You stood there like the human version of the standing still emoji, and if it weren't for the fact that Minho could see in your eyes the way the wheels inside your head were turning as they tried and made sense of how he could have reached such a conclusion, he would've laughed.

"Why would I need an excuse to have you come over, you're my boyfriend…"

"I knoww," he whined, looking the cutest to you when he threw his head back in exasperation. "I guess I'm still not used to it".

"To be my boyfriend?" you raised an eyebrow.

"You know what I mean".

Cute, you thought. He had asked you to be his girlfriend only a little under a month ago and he still felt like he needed an excuse to just drop by and see you.

Maybe you should've been more specific when you asked him to come here the night prior. Although you didn't know how much more specific than 'you should come over tomorrow after practice to give me some dancing lessons' you could get.

"Well, from now on… just know that me inviting you over doesn't immediately translate to 'come over so we can have an indoor date and make out the whole time'".

"Aww, but those are the best kind of invitations" he pouted, bringing heat up to your face as he carefully let go of the bags in his hands to hold your waist and pull you closer instead.

"So…" you cleared your throat in an attempt to shake the butterflies in your stomach off. "Are you giving me dancing lessons or…"

"Let's eat first" he proposed, picking up the bags and placing the food on your coffee table before he moved it back to its previous spot in front of the sofa. "I just got off practice like an hour ago and I'm starving".

-—-—-—-—-—-���-♡

What was supposed to be just having dinner before getting started with the dancing lessons had soon turned into 'let's rest for a bit before we start moving around', which was later followed by 'let's watch some TV in the meantime' and him pulling you to his body — his thumb tenderly running up and down your waist while he switched channels before you could even give him an answer.

When said 'meantime' turned into 40 minutes, a second episode of the old k-drama they were replaying on TV, and Minho's head falling on your shoulder as he began to helplessly drift off, you started to get the idea that there would not be such thing as 'dancing lessons' from your boyfriend that night.

"You're not teaching me shit, are you?" 

Although your words had come out monotonous as ever, the smile that remained curved up in the corners of your mouth could only give away how far away from mad you were at that.

"Mm… what?" he mumbled, heavily opening his eyes before he sat back up.

"We'll just stay like this all night?" you changed your question, bringing up a hand to remove a strand of hair that was covering his eye.

He sighed, closing his eyes again as he threw an arm around your shoulders and pulled you to him. "I wouldn't mind".

A muffled laugh escaped your mouth, as you had just crashed against his chest and were not able to move away from his tight grip.

"Minho~" you cutely complained. "Please, I need to learn how to dance".

"Whyy~" he imitated the tone you had used.

"Because I suck at it" you pouted.

"Who cares".

"I care," you stated. "I mean, how could I not when I'm dating one of Korea's best dancers".

That had seemed to catch his attention. Not a second went by before his palms were pressed on your shoulders and he was pushing you away from him, so he could look you dead in the eye. "Wait, you're serious?"

"About you being one of the best dancers in our country?"

"No, not—" he couldn't help the breathy laugh that had just escaped his mouth, getting shy at your genuine compliment. "I'm not, that's n—"

"Yes, you are" you frowned.

"No, I'm—Y/N~" he whined, flustered as ever; much to your enjoyment. "I mean what you said about wanting to learn because you're dating me".

"Well… yeah, of course" you mumbled.

"But why?"

You shrugged, suddenly feeling ashamed of your own answer and having to look down at your fidgeting hands. "I don't know… you just really love dancing and are so good at it, and I can't coordinate my limbs for shit and I guess I just… wanna feel like I'm on your level or something…"

"On my level?" Minho asked softly.

"Yeah, like, you know…" your eyes remained fixed still on your hands. "To feel like I'm a good enough match for you and ugh, this is becoming so sappy".

Hiding your face in your hands and bringing your knees up to your chest, you heard Minho's light laugh right next to you as you had just curled into a ball of shame right there.

He didn't let you sulk for much longer, though, for his hands were quick to gently grab yours and remove them from your face — your eyes opening in a heartbeat only to be met by that soft look of his that would always manage to turn your heart into a puddle.

"You're so cute," he cooed, cupping your face in his warm hands and pressing a loving kiss on your forehead. "We've been dating for a while now…"

"Twenty four days" you reminded him.

He rolled his eyes in amusement. "Twenty four days officially," he was the one to remind you this time. "We were still together for a while before that, and I never needed you to dance for me to fall for you and consider you good enough. Actually, I've never even seen you dance at all".

"Because I suck at it," you pouted. "You'd leave me in a second if you ever saw me".

"And yet you wanted me to give you dance lessons today? Like, you do realise that in order for me to do that I'd have to see you dance, don't you?" he tilted his head in feigned confusion, a taunting smirk curving up his lips. "Was that your plan all along? Getting rid of me by showing me your dance moves?"

"Shut upp," you whined, allowing a fake cry to abandon your lips as you threw your head back and freed yourself from his hold. "Maybe I didn't think this through".

Minho laughed hard at that, heart squeezing in his chest as he saw the prominent pout in your mouth while your arms remained folded over your chest. Fuck, you had his heart. All you had to do was sit there looking all cute for him to feel like he was going mad. 

All you had to do was pout for him to feel the need to kiss it away.

So, he did. 

Placing a hand on your nape, he leaned in to press his lips on yours.

Although taken aback, you did not waste another second to kiss him back — leaning your body closer to him and digging your fingers in his hair as he trapped your bottom lip in his once more and deepened the kiss, just enough for you to contentedly hum in the middle of it.

"What was that for?" you whispered, still too drunk on his delicious touch to properly speak.

"You're cute" he smiled.

Heart fluttering at his words, you could not bring yourself to move away as he lovingly traced his thumb over your bottom lip, without another word leaning in to steal one last brief kiss from your lips before he stood up and held his hand out for you to grab.

"Come on, I'll teach you the basics".

Reluctantly grabbing his hand, you let him pull you up to your feet. "Wait, help me move the coffee table again".

Your boyfriend shook his head no, taking his phone out of his pocket as he looked for what you guessed was a song to dance to in it. "We won't need much space for this".

Falling quiet the moment he hit play and placed his phone on the couch's armrest, you listened carefully at the notes that sounded all too familiar to you — too focused trying to pinpoint what song it was for you to realise your boyfriend was now pulling you closer, placing your arms over his shoulders and then resting his hands on your waist.

You only snapped out of it when Greg Gonzalez's voice reached your ears. And that's when it hit you. 

K. by Cigarettes After Sex. 

"Are you trying to tell me something?" you teased, finally wrapping your arms around his neck like he had wanted you to.

"Don't," Minho warned you, not being able to fight the shy smile on his face.

Letting out a small giggle, you relaxed under his touch, allowing him to guide you through the slow beat and getting lost in the way his body ever so softly moved along with yours.

This being the one song you were obsessed with when the two of you met and started talking, as well as the very song that had oh-so-casually made it to Minho's top 10 most played songs ranking that same month, could only make your heart melt more than it already had.

You couldn't help but rest your face on his chest, closing your eyes and inhaling that sweet scent of his that made you feel at home in such a short period of time, and that you could never grow tired of.

"You're not falling asleep now, are you?" he whispered when the last chorus of the song was about to come.

You laughed under your breath, unconsciously tickling his neck with your nose as you denied with your head.

"I gotta give it to you," you smiled, going back to his eye level. "Choosing something I can't really fuck up is surely the way to go".

"Oh, I couldn't care less about you fucking up a dance".

"Why slow dancing then?" you tilted your head.

"Because I wanted to hold you close" he let his forehead rest on yours. "And because slow dancing is the only dance you need to know around me".

"Is that so?"

"Mhm…" he nodded. 

"What if I still want you to teach me harder dance routines, though…"

"I can still do that," he pointed out. "But slow songs are better to dance to".

You snorted, incredulously. "Since when?"

"Since you're my designated partner for it" he smiled, leaning in to steal a soft kiss from you before the corners of his mouth turned into a smirk. "And, I mean, I'm practically doing you a favour, since you keep coming up with all these lame excuses for me to come over and have these indoor dates only for us to end up making out at some point".

"That is so no—"

You didn't get the chance to argue with his taunting accusation, for his smiling mouth on yours was all it took to shut you up.

In the end, whether needed or not anymore, maybe you should come up with more lame excuses for him to come over, as long as it meant you would get to feel the warmth of his body against yours and the sweetness of his mouth on your own.

[microwave-core]

If I asked you to give me some wedding Leon headcanons, would you? Pretty please 🥺

This is from July 4th I'm so sorry anon. Leon wedding headcanons be upon ye.

Jesus I wrote this in my drafts and hit save and it didn't immediately update and I just thought I lost it and would have to rewrite it

Alright, first things first. Leon wants a small, private wedding. More than half of his life has been spent in the spotlight. Privacy is a rare commodity for him, and he'll fight tooth and nail to keep the most important day of his life hidden from the public eye. It's about him and you, baby, not about the paparazzi or tabloids.

The guest list will be small, just family and friends. Probably in a small place in the countryside, away from the public's prying eyes. He's a farm boy at his core, reconnecting with his roots.

Despite his desire for privacy, it's only a matter of time before pictures get out. The public already knew about your engagement, and are incredibly disappointed that they won't be privy to, what they describe as, the wedding of the century. Thankfully for them, a certain social media addict is in attendance-

Yeah, Raihan ends up leaking photos from your wedding. It's not on purpose, prommy. It's expected, and as much as Leon wants his privacy for just one day, he loves Raihan too much to cut him from the invite list. Thankfully, the only photos that get out look good.

Honestly, Leon doesn't care that much about the décor. He knows his sense of style isn't... the best. He doesn't mind that fact, it's just how he is. He cares about getting married to you, that's all. He'll give his opinion when prompted, but he's more than happy to let you pick whatever you want. You could pick the gaudiest color scheme, the most abysmal floral arrangements, and the worst venue known to man, and he'd think it's perfect because it was all hand picked by you. Man is down bad.

Again, his only real input is having the ceremony at a small venue. Somewhere outdoors in the country side, or maybe in a barn. The specifics don't matter to him.

Raihan would definitely be his best man, followed by Sonia, his childhood bestie, and Charizard, because it's Leon what else do you expect. They hype him up, especially during the leadup to the actual ceremony. He won't admit it to you, but he was sweating bullets when waiting. He knows you love him dearly, but can't help but worry, you know?

In terms of attire, he dresses rather normally. Just a simple white suit, likely with a yellow tie. I saw someone headcanon yellow as his favorite color once, and it stuck with me. He even ditches his hat for the day, his hair instead braided elegantly.

You could literally wear a trash bag for your attire and he'd love you all the same. It doesn't matter how you're dressed-whether you wear a dress or suit, traditional or out there-he'll find you breathtaking all the same. He tries his best to hold back his tears when you walk down the aisle, only letting a few fall. He's so unbelievably lucky to have you.

The reception doesn't particularly matter to him, either. He does enjoy himself, being surrounded by the people that matter the most to him, around his loved one's without putting up a face for once. It's liberating for him, actually, but his eyes always find their way back to you, as if trying to sear your image into his mind.

Perhaps the best part of the whole event, aside from getting married to you, obviously, is the fact that none of his friends make fun of him for how hopelessly in love he is. On any other day, they would poke fun at him, teasing him gently for the warmth in his eyes and stupid grin that comes onto his face when he spots you, but his wedding day is different. He's more than allowed to think of nothing except for how much he absolutely positively adored you, on lookers be damned.

He's got two left feet when it comes to dancing. He's bad at it. Laughably so. And no amount of practice can truly fix that fact. He'll stumble, step on your toes a few times, forget the next steps more than once, but he can't be bothered to feel embarrassed about it. Slow dancing with you is a dream for him, makes it feel like there's no one else in the world but the pair of you. He might cry again, holding you in his arms, having officially tied the knot. Wipe away his tears with a gentle touch, and he might somehow fall for you even harder.

In general, Leon would pretty much let you do whatever you want for your wedding, both ceremony and reception. He doesn't care, tailor it to your preferences, it's already going to be the best day of his life, knowing you're happy with everything just makes everything so much better.

Your ring can be whatever you want it to be. Leon doesn't have a budget, no amount of money is too much for him, not when it comes to you. I imagine his ring would be pretty plain, a simple gold band. If he's still champion, he ends up taking it off fairly frequently, not wanting it to get dirty and smudged during battles. In his chairman era, it's on 24-7.

Make no mistake, though, he will let the public know how much he loves being your husband. If he had the choice, he would talk about you in every single interview, simply gushing with praise. No force on Earth could ever make him feel ashamed for loving you.

Similarly, the honeymoon can happen wherever you want. As long as he's with you, he's happy. He is restricted by time, however, he can't be gone for too long, unfortunately. You can stay in Galar, or go to any other region, to do any activity your pretty mind could dream of. (Although, if you asked him where he wanted to go, he'd probably say Alola.)

I can't promise he won't get into battles on the actual trip. I can actually almost guarantee that he will. He can't help it, battling is his passion in life. He does spend most of the time glued to your side, though, wanting to spend as much time with you as humanly possible before having to go back to the regular grind of life.

I do think Leon and Cynthia are a bit similar, hence why I think their weddings would be similar, with the shedding of tears at the altar and whatnot. That is to say, on your wedding night, you will be getting dicked down. Lovingly. Leon just wants to show you how much he loves you, and, after a long day surrounded by other's, professing his love directly to your face, the best way to do that is with his action. Specifically, action involving his dick-

[goldkirk]

also, I UNDERSTAND. I understand how ineffectual and morally and ideologically sold out the democrats are. I don’t want them either.

but I LIVED THROUGH a mayoral election during a race where the vote split. The forces of moral uprightness vs the corrupt selfish evil. Whatever you want to call it. It was like that.

there were three main players:

the industry plant: a long time (32 years) city council member, the endorsed (and spiritual) successor of the man who’d been our mayor for years and years and years—that mayor was very ethically and financially corrupt, and also groomed and molested me between the ages of 4 and 7.

just some guy: a man who was not corrupt like industry plant but wasn’t super anti-corruption and such. more chill go with the flow, somewhat able to be bought, not corrupt like our local government officials currently were though.

a woman with backbone: Track record as a former city council member who actively fought and called out corruption and under the table dealing and refused to be bribed, which obviously won no coworker favors but did endear her to a lot of citizens who found her championing city funding transparency or things like adding sidewalks

The endorsed man had the full weight of the local political machinery behind him. The other two had the majority of the common citizens.

The man didn’t drop out because he believed the woman wasn’t capable of winning and he’d do it best. The woman didn’t drop out because she didn’t believe the man was resistant enough to corruption. (These are heinous oversimplifications. I understand. I’m trying to make a specific point, so allow me this for now.)

On election night, guess what happened?

The man who ran with the machine behind him got the votes he expected. Not quite the majority, but a lot.

The rest of the populace had split.

Some voted for the other guy. Some voted for the woman. (Many, as usual, didn't vote at all, unlike the local corrupt labor union bloc that turns out in force every cycle for their chosen machinery candidate.)

The majority vote did NOT go to a candidate most citizens wanted.

the vote was split almost in thirds. and you know what?

I watched the sliiiiiiightly largest third win, and saw a man celebrate who was chosen for the King of The Whole City position by a man who sexually abused me and used his local-kingly-powers for personal gain and under the table dealings before I was tall enough to go down a water slide.

37% of the vote was enough to elect the nominated successor of my childhood sexual abuser into office without term limits. He then proceeded to reign as mayor for multiple terms, and the city stayed as corrupt as ever instead of having ANY alternate instead.

No, it’s not exactly the same in this election. But it should be enough to make us ask questions, plan, and organize from the ground up without moral infighting when the stakes are so high.

We’re all tired. But not all of us are in the same amounts of danger from different outcomes. It MATTERS.

Who’s the up-next four year old you might be able to save from abuse by voting, you know?

better financial and societal policies come AFTER immediate scene-is-on-fire safety is secured. in the middle of a crisis, and this is by far a crisis, you choose the next thing that keeps you ALIVE and you plan bullet points and strategies for what comes NEXT after you’re not about to die every other block going down the street, metaphorically.

[nuria-schnee]

Hi! ❤️ In this week's sneak peek, Edwin and Niko have a conversation about how things are with Charles!

The girls had returned from IKEA with many boxes and another considerable amount of shopping bags. Niko was a bit fixated on making the flat habitable, and Charles was excited to help. Edwin thought it was a bit of an excuse to focus on something that wasn’t the current situation and get out of the agency. The simple thought of Charles feeling suffocated in his presence worried him excessively. However, he didn’t want to complicate the situation further. Whatever Desire had shown him, Charles wasn’t prepared to share it with Edwin. If he ever did. In the end, Desire clearly stated that whatever it was, Charles wanted to keep Edwin from knowing its specifics. Possibly to spare his feelings, which would be very Charles-like. Edwin would have been a fool to expect his confession to change anything. Of course, deep in his heart resided the selfish, fanciful desire for Charles's love to be like his own. He couldn’t help it consume him at times, and he was past repressing it. What he hadn’t been able to bear was Charles not knowing how deeply loved he was, how deeply Edwin loved him. His intention had never been anything but that.

Keep reading under the cut!

“Edwin?”

Charles hadn’t mentioned what was happening with Crystal either. He saw them kiss goodbye in Port Townsend and never again since. Nevertheless, they still spent time together and seemed somehow even closer now. Right then, as Edwin helped Niko in the bedroom, he could hear them bicker good-naturedly about how to build a table. Edwin wondered, sometimes, if they were still involved romantically or not. He never dared to bring it up, guessing he shouldn’t pry.

Niko’s voice burst him out of his ruminations. He turned to look at her, who was mid-folding a pair of trousers.

“Are you okay?” She asked with a slight frown. “You seem a bit distracted.”

“I suppose I am,” he sighed, giving her a soft smile. “Forgive me. Were you saying something?”

“No. I just—” She moved closer to him, lowering her voice. “I’ve been meaning to ask— How are things with Charles?”

Edwin raised his brows at her, barely holding back his surprise. “Whatever do you mean?”

She leaned even closer, expression turning almost conspirational. “After— You know.”

At that moment, Edwin remembered he’d never specified who the boy to whom he’d confessed his love was. Even so, Niko was brilliant. Edwin wasn’t surprised she had figured out. He realised he didn’t mind, not really.

“Good,” Edwin said in a low voice, not sounding convincing even to himself. He finished folding the blanket in his hands and leaving it to rest over the bed. “He’s been very comprehensive.”

“Then, why are you so sad?” Niko asked. It should have hurt to have the issue asked so plainly, but Edwin found it relieving instead.

With a sigh, Edwin took advantage of the closed door and sat on the bed. Niko rushed to sit by his side. Tentatively, she reached for his hand, and Edwin interlaced his fingers with hers, giving her a quick glance.

“Is just that— Perhaps I was too naïve in thinking that confessing my feelings would not change things between us.”

Niko’s expression fell, her eyes turning unbearably sad. She squeezed his hand, moving even closer to him. Edwin turned his head to look at her, his gaze embarrassingly misty.

“I do not regret it. I do not think I could,” Edwin explained to her in a low, breathy voice. “However, I am afraid the knowledge may be burdening him now.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Since our incident with Desire, he has not been quite himself. He has been— A bit evasive. And I cannot help but think that whatever they showed him, he does not wish me to know. Which would not be a problem if I hadn’t the suspicion that is causing him some harm. It is not that I want to he would tell me everything immediately, but I made it worse somehow for him to tell me about important things in his life.

Niko hummed, resting her chin on his shoulder. “Are you talking about him and Crystal?” She whispered.

“For example,” Edwin breathed out in answer.

Niko was silent for a moment. “Do you think Desire showed him something about her?”

“I cannot know for certain.”

“Crystal told me they hadn’t been together since Port Townsend,” Niko told him and made Edwin pull back, looking at her with a frown for a second, recalculating the past months in his mind. “He didn’t tell you?”

“No,” Edwin turned his head, looking ahead, gaze fixed on the floor.

The confirmation that Charles hadn’t told him about it outweighed the relief he could selfishly feel about it. However, he would be a hypocrite if he got gloomy about Charles keeping things to himself, for whatever reason, when he was doing the same.

“It was freeing to tell him the truth, to admit it to myself. Nevertheless, I do not think everything is settled. I worry about how we have been keeping things from each other," he paused. "Perhaps I am just feeling stuck lately and giving it too much thought,” Edwin admitted with a sigh. “This case— Is not helping with that feeling, if I have to be honest.”

“Maybe you really need to speak to him. Also, I think a change will do you good,” Niko said, standing up without letting go of his hand, giving him a blinding smile. “Nothing major, just— Something to boost your mood a bit. Something new that makes you feel good.”

Edwin half smiled at her, reassured by her bright optimism. After thinking she was lost forever, Edwin was almost inclined to do anything she wished, only to spend time with her and let her know how much he cherished her perspective on things and her company.

“Of course, you are right. What would you suggest, then?” Edwin asked, charmed by how wide her smile turned at that, how she squeaked, already excited.

“What about— New clothes?”

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[lovewash3d-doll]

•.*🩰*.•.Tips on How to Write Consistently .*•🩰*•.

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I am a person that especially struggles to write consistently: I’ll have a month-long writing phase where I write every day and then months without scribbling a single word. Over the years, I’ve developed some tips and techniques to initiate my writing phases even when I’m in the pirouettes and twirls of stress or a lack of creativity. They may be helpful to you or anyone attempting to write a little more!

1) Mentally Schedule Writing Time 🩰

Scheduling writing time is beyond adding it to your to-do list or planner as it is often left unchecked and forgotten—I’ve very guilty. Instead, you have mentally schedule it and put it in your mentality that you will write today! Tightly affirm that you will write and put it high on your priorities for the day! If writing is an afterthought, it will also be an afterthought before bed and the following day. Determination is really key and so is sticking to your word!

It’s also important to plan writing at reasonable times and for reasonable durations. I tend to plan to write after I finish my schoolwork but, I always end up too worn out and tired and simply slip into to bed. Instead, plan to write at a time where you know you won’t have any distractions or other tasking taking priority. If you’re seeing a friend later, grab your laptop or pen in the two hour period before. If you’re busy for the day, wake up an hour early or sacrifice some of your phone scrolling time for a quick few paragraphs.

Additionally, don’t expect yourself to immediately write for long periods of time or write very much. Unrealistic, unattainable goals can very easily kill your spirits so it’s important to be realistic. Start with 30 minutes and with the goal of writing one scene and naturally, as you get more in the mood, those 30 minutes will expand to an hour or even longer and your story or piece will have a fresh page written soon enough.

2) Books, Movies, & Music🩰

Before attempting to write, I always try to create the perfect atmosphere even if I may not particularly be in the mood! If I want to get in a creative mindset overall, I love reading a book in my genre or watching a tv show or movie that relates to the topic or plot line of my story. I mainly recommend reading a book since absorbing writing is a great way reinforce oneself to write. I also create music playlists for every story and listen to a couple songs before my writing session! It definitely sets the tone and puts me in the mindset of my story!

3) Do a Writing Challenge 🩰

One of my grandest periods of consistant writing was thanks to a writing challenge I did! For a Creative Writing Class project, I decided to follow the writing routines of several authors and blog about my experience. I dedicated at least half an hour every day and my results were fruitful. Not only was it a fun experience but, it also reinforced me to write and I got a lot of insight into different approaches! Any writing challenge is a very good motivator and I highly recommend it! For my challenge, I specifically pulled writing routines from this book (linked).

4) Journal Sessions 🩰

If you especially struggle to carve out large portions of time for your writing on a daily basis, a great tip is using a journal! Whenever you have 10-15 minutes of down time, let your stream of consciousness flow and write any scene or stanza or any part of your larger piece. Don’t worry about its quality: it’s simply important that you scribble something down. Once you have a considerable amount of time to focus on your writing, transfer your notebook writings to your laptop and edit away! After a few quick journal sessions, you’ll have a decent amount of material that you can mold into draft. It’s a lot easier to edit than to stare at a blank page!

5) Trip to Barnes & Nobles 🩰

This is a very niche tip that only applies if you are planning on writing a novel and looking to publish! I love Barnes & Nobles and sometimes, when I’m in a large writing slump, I love visiting a store and taking in the smell of fresh books and tracing book spines on the shelves. Looking at new releases and imagining my own book on those shelves really motivates me to go home and pick up my pen! It reminds me of my goals and sends me into a larger writing phase!

I hope this helps! Reblogs are appreciated! 🩷

XOXO,

lovewashed doll🩰

[theoceansluvr]

Ethan Nakamura x Cutesy! Reader

warning; none author's notes; this is incredibly self indulgent bc 1. i LOVEEE ethan so bad idc if he got such a small amount of page time !!! 2. im a die hard opposites attract lover and me and him would literally be the best set up for that trope👎🏾👎🏾 was writing this b4 i got a req so posting this first to feed the ppl😞

half the camp is wondering how y'all even got together

like you're bubbly and sweet, you're probably everybody's friends to some degree

and then there's Ethan.

needless to say, not the most expected couple around Camp Half-Blood..

but you guys love each other dearly and that's all that matters !

very grateful that your around to be honest

he's given up a lot in his life (ie; his eye-) so he's happy to know you decided to stick with him

you LOVE putting those cute little sanrio hair clips on him :3

he doesn't even take them out afterwards, he'll just death glare anyone who asks about them

he has a whole little container of your hair ties and clips too ! says it's for "safe keeping" but he just likes messing with them when he misses you

which leads me to my next headcanon🥁🥁🥁

MATCHING STUFFED ANIMALS !!!!!

more specifically those cute plague doctor ones ?

^^ those guys !

he has the softer colored one bc it's literally you and of course, you have the black one bc it's literally him

(again totally not projecting like i did with the connor thing bc i have that one !!)

you probably leave most of your stuffed animals in his cabin bc y'all have shared custody over them

HE LOVESSS ALL THE STRAWBERRY/VANILLA SCENTED STUFF YOU HAVE !!!

he's literally attached to you by the hip because of how good it smells

sometimes he steals your body wash bc it smells that good(doesn't even use it, just likes the smell)

either you made it for him or you bought it for him, but he now has this eye patch bc of you :3c

i saw it and thought it was perfect for this🙏🏾

he actually wears it all the time too !!!

mm probably calls you super soft pet names like bunny or angel

y'all know the saying 'the way you say hello' ??(aka my favorite song ever)

THAT'S LITERALLY YOU GUYS !!!

more specifically the line 'He said he loved her more than words / so instead of words he gave her flowers to observe'

HE ALWAYS GIVES YOU DANDELIONS OR WHATEVER PINK FLOWERS HE CAN FIND(much to the Aphrodite cabin's dismay-)

i could write about him all day to be completely honest but i have things to write and i ran out of ideas bc i wanted to post this immediately🙁🙁

[mlm-mod-taka]

Hello! Can I request Byakuya and Gonta with an asexual s/o who loves to cuddle and do small affectionate gestures (Aka. An so who feel's no sexual attraction. Incase you didn't know what asexual is)

AFFECTIONATE & ASEXUAL S/O • byakuya & gonta x gn reader

while asexuality exists in a spectrum, i went with the approach of the reader not wanting sex at all, please dm me if that's not what you wanted! i have been quite busy working on a fanfiction, so im sorry for taking awhile to finish this, but i hope you'll still enjoy it, anon!

tws/cws: none that i can think of.

|| -> mod taka <3

despite what others may think, he appreciates your shows of affection, he'll just never tell you verbally. byakuya would show you it instead, in very subtle ways.

will lean into your touch ever so slightly when you cup his cheek, his heartbeat would slow down and relax whenever you hug him, will get sleepy every time you play with his hair, very small things that most people would never notice, but you do.

doesn't mind your asexuality at all, in fact, it kinda eases him. he's a man held to many standards and expectations, and probably wouldn't want to have sex unless he trusted someone enough for them to see him in a very vulnerable state. he'd be glad he doesn't have to pressure himself to get ready for that intimate moment.

enjoys that he doesn't need to live up to the sexual expectations that are usually attached to relationships. byakuya isn't a person who would have a high libido, or actively seek sexual activities out.

because of that, he prefers the affectionate gestures you do instead. his personal favorite is when you rest your head on his shoulder, even if you do it in public. it's something so simple, but feeling the weight of your head grounds him somehow.

will scoff silently whenever you do pda, acting like he doesn't enjoy it, but wouldn't dream of telling you to stop. everyone knows he actually loves it, but they don't mention it since they'd prefer to not get insulted to the sun and back.

whenever you two cuddle, he doesn't have a specific preference to being either big spoon or little spoon. the fact that you're so close and you both are snuggling is enough for him, the semantics don't really matter to him.

is actually very glad that you initiate things. while he does enjoy your affections more than he's willing to admit, he wouldn't be one to do it first unless you two were alone and have been together for a prolonged amount of time. he loves physical touch, but isn't used to giving it, so having you there to start it up helps him ease into it so he can eventually return the favor.

always denies enjoying your gestures, but whenever you wake up first after sleeping over at his house, his arms are wrapped around you just as tightly as your arms are wrapped around him. byakuya will always show how much he returns and appreciates your affections whenever he's asleep and can't control his body from acting on what it wants.

just enjoys being in close proximity of you as well. he calms down whenever he knows you're in the same room as him, so he calms down even more when you're right beside him and holding his hand. you've done very good things for his heart's health.

is very grateful that he doesn't have to worry about something he was the most unready for in a relationship now that he's with you, and is also grateful that he was fortunate enough to be with someone as affectionate as you. you lift a heavy weight off of him, and give him something he's been wanting for years. byakuya togami loves you with all he is, even if he takes awhile to show it how you do.

if you think you love to give affections and cuddles, think again, because gonta will give back what you gave to him tenfold everytime. if you two had a competition for who's more lovey dovey, he'd immediately win.

you prefer to do smaller gestures, meanwhile, he loves to do big displays of love for you, like carrying you whenever you mention being tired, or clinging onto your side like a koala when you're too busy to return any affection, or any other multitudes of possibilities. he'll do them all, provided you're not uncomfortable with it.

because of his stature, it's just an instinct to immediately assume he's the big spoon and he takes no issue with it whenever you two cuddle, however, if you do try to be the big spoon instead, he'd enjoy that just as much. he'd enjoy any chance to be close in proximity to you.

there will be times where he'll forget he has a few of his friends on his body, and you'll randomly feel something crawling on your skin when you're peacefully just holding his hand. he apologises profusely for not being gentlemanly around you and for not watching his bug friend properly, and tries not to forget again!

knowing that you're asexual also brings him similar comfort, because he doesn't think he's ready for anything sexual either. his forest family only encouraged him to do it once he felt absolutely safe with someone and to never be pressured into it, so knowing you won't do that gives him a lot of relief.

is very content to keep affections to only fluffy things. actually, he prefers it too, the other types of affections aren't very gentlemanly and the last thing he wants is to treat you like that. if you don't want to do those things, he'll abide by your request with no problems.

doesn't do his grand acts of love in public since the idea of pda makes him shy, but if you initiate then he has no problems with it. he'll return your actions with a blush on his face, and probably be teased for it by his classmates later.

particularly enjoys holding hands with you, that's his favorite display of affection. even if you two are holding hands while doing something as mundane as watching a show together, it still warms his heart so much.

also likes to rest his chin on your head while hugging you from behind. he only really does this after just waking up, but he enjoys it a lot. clinging onto you while still being in a groggy state and sharing body warmth while you both have small talk is so relaxing to him, he greatly treasures it.

gets sleepy during cuddle sessions because of how relaxed and warm he feels while doing it. so whenever you two are alone and he wants to sleep, he asks you to hug him so he can doze off faster.

he's in a relationship with you because he loves you, so you physically showing that you love him back gives him a lot of reassurance during those times he might be self conscious. all he wants is to be loved back, and since you do, he doesn't need anything more.

[unquietspiritao3]

hecklers welcome vinyl review and thoughts on how the heck james did this

excessive and spoilery comedy-nerd thoughts on the hecklers welcome vinyl/kettering recording below the cut!

James was not lying when he said this recording was of a very chaotic gig. The amount of heckling got so out of hand, he had to give up on his planned material in the end. Which I was expecting going into it, because I'd seen someone on tumblr who was at the Kettering show saying the same thing. If I hadn't had that warning, though, and if I didn't have my own bootleg recording of the NYC show I went to, I might've been disappointed at just how little of the actual material made it onto this vinyl.

All that said, I'm glad I have this recording, because one of the things I love most about comedy is dissecting how it works! And thanks to my relatively-heckle-free show, I didn't really get to see how James was managing his concept for the tour without totally losing control of the audience. The vinyl definitely gave me a lot of fascinating insight there.

I've only listened all the way through once, so these are just initial thoughts. I'll probably find other things when I listen again and again in the future. Also, most of this is me guessing things. I know from a friend who was at the RHLSTP live recording James did a few weeks ago that he talked more about his process for the tour there, and I'm looking forward to hearing if any of my speculation is confirmed when the podcast drops.

The main thing that stood out is that James seems to have jokes/bits that are reserved specifically for getting the audience back on course. If you were at a more well-behaved show, you might not have heard them!

To wit: In the planned material, very close to the beginning, he explains that he doesn’t like doing standup comedy and that he’s had a pattern of getting angry at his audience. He tells a story of a particular gig early in his career where he didn’t handle a heckler well. Then it’s supposed to be sort of a record-scratch-‘you’re-probably-wondering-how-I-got-here’ thing for the rest of the show, with lots of stories from his childhood and such.

The important part to understand is he establishes the ‘I hate my job’ concept early enough that hopefully there are no heckles to derail it, so he can count on being able to do callbacks to that material at any point. This was demonstrated about 15 minutes into the Kettering show, when he went from managing a heckler, to doing a bit about a list of reminders/affirmations he keeps on his phone and reads through before each gig. I didn't get to hear this bit at all in NYC! And it was a delightful additional insight into James’ psyche and very funny, so I’m so glad it made it onto the vinyl.

I’ll share what he revealed of the list in a separate post instead of burying it in a bunch of meta. For my purposes here, the only thing to know is the last item: ‘you don’t have to keep on doing this if you don’t want to.’ To which he added, ‘I could run out here and play the drums’, and immediately started playing the child-size drum set he has on stage. And once he was done playing, he went straight into more of the material I'd heard at my show.

So that's the other half of the ‘get the gig back on track’ strategy I didn't see until now. In NYC, he went over to the drums or the tetherball set occasionally, but it wasn’t even acknowledged in his material. He'd go over, play, then continue with the next bit. But in this ‘list’ routine, he uses the drums very specifically to sort of reset the show. He goes from dealing with a heckler, to doing a joke he can stick in anywhere as needed, to playing the drums, to picking up roughly where he should be in the actual sequence of the material.

I imagine the drum solo also gives him a pause where he doesn’t need to talk and can think through how he might have to cut or rearrange things to manage his timing. Not that it mattered in the end for the Kettering gig, but I can see how it would work quite well when half the audience isn’t unruly teenage boys, haha.

So interesting!

[wormwoodartemisia]

@xintothewoodswegox 🍀🥃🍻

I wasn’t really planning to but this was just the wee bit that was missing to actually make me start to post all my silly little ideas... Probably not what you expected, but I now make it your problem, anyway! 🤷‍♀️😉💋🫂

Inspiration immediately hit me when I saw this:

This is my icon (I got permission to use it from the artist, Notesz, and I love their CoD-art, among others!), the bigger version to fully experience its magnificence. 🥴🖤

THERAPIST JOHN 'SOAP' MACTAVISH...

My version, at least... 😏😋 Civilian afab!reader, no specific desciption, no use of y/n Warnings: Absolutely no smut - instead, Soap using a ridiculous amount of pet names because I need him to... Furtive approach of making him sound a bit Scottish now and then, but I'm still very shy about it... Reference to abusive relationship, but I have the impression that tw is not needed. Let me know if I'm wrong! Short appearances: Price & Ghost, only brief mentioning of Gaz About 2.5k words, starting below the cut.

SHENANIGANS

It's gonna be ok...

You are more than relieved that the address is the same as before. A change would have been more than inconvenient. This place is known to you, every staircase, exit, door in the building. You know what to expect, where cars can park, which closeby places are crowded and where to disappear if needed.

Therefore you don't hesitate before entering the building where your therapist has got their office, first floor. From this height, getting away out of any window might be manageable in case it has to be, even for you, or so you hope and wish that you'll never have to find out...

You are more than grateful that it's not a total change. When your therapist told you they had to postpone your next session for several months due to some scientific research and a book that had to be written, you were about to quit, but they immediately tried to comfort you: "Of course you will not be alone in this situation. I've found the perfect stand-in for you, one who can absolutely meet your needs, trust me. Doctor MacTavish will fully take over this office while I’m working abroad. You just keep coming here for your normal appointments and clarify the rest with him."

You were led to the exit, they shook your hand and left you standing there, speechless, the news fresh like a bleeding wound. This was how your last session ended three days ago.

The situation itself was too surreal for you. So you simply accepted there was no suitable aftercare and that you wouldn't be introduced to Doctor MacTavish properly. There were too many thoughts on your mind to ask yourself if any therapist would really let their office be fully taken over this way...

When you enter your therapist's (your new therapist's) office, you notice that nothing, absolutely nothing has changed. There's still no secretary in the anteroom and despite the fact that you are perfectly on time, your knock at the door to the main office is shy. The deep male voice that bids you enter is a bit muffled through the closed door, but audible enough for you to instantly like its sound - very much so.

The moment you open the door to step in, the man on the other side of the room gets up from behind his desk to greet you with a radiant smile that directs the view away from his remarkable eyes and to his mouth with that striking scar on his chin. He comes over to you, holding out his hand to shake yours. For just a second you are too stunned to react properly. This guy is as far away from how you imagine a therapist as you want to be from your fucker of an ex-boyfriend...

He's quite tall and massive, slightly tanned muscles he knows to put on display - but not as some wannabe poser. He simply isn't afraid to show his self-confidence, clearly earned one way or the other. His casual blue jeans do his muscular legs some good, the woven brown leather belt around his midsection a nice devider to accentuate his upper body. A soft dark blue T-shirt hugs his frame like a second skin.

While you keep staring, your eyes wide, he has locked the door and performed the act of greeting (which includes taking your hand) all by himself because you are not much of a support. Without any effort he holds eye-contact with you - and this is the meanest thing to do, for you immediately fall for that sparkling cerulean blue. In fact, his intense eyes were the first thing you noticed about this man. (Not to mention his mohawk - which has never suited anyone better, you have to admit...)

When he strides back to his desk, reality sets in again and you recall the warm feeling of his strong hand holding yours in his. There is his scent in your nose, a perfume of woods and leather and the essence of green - moss and fern, maybe?

You watch him walk, his broad shoulders, muscles rolling beneath his skin, and you catch yourself staring at his arse. You are somewhat shocked about how blatantly you've just sized him up when it is his brains you need.

It's a literal necessaty to shake your head twice in order to get rid of your - let's say - more physical thoughts. Only that it can’t get easier for you: He doesn’t sit down behind his desk again, but is now leaning at the front of it, facing you, half-sitting, his legs extended and crossed in the most relaxed style, his arms folded over his chest - in such a decorative way that you must notice the tattoo on his right forearm.

The smug grin playing on his lips adds to the mischivous glint in his eyes. He is well aware of the effect he has on you - obviously nothing that makes him uncomfortable - on the contrary. You even get the impression that he lets you have your fill before he finally says your name - just your first name. Your former therapist always called you by your surname...

"Such a pleasure we finally meet."

You nod once and, after clearing your throat, you agree. "The pleasure is mine, Doctor MacTavish. "

He quietly laughs at that, not condecendingly, but with a warmth that immediately forces your lips into a soft smile as well.

"Just John, please. We don't need a doctor, do we?" He notices your hesitation before you finally nod. "Oh - ok. John. As you please." Again his all-consuming smile. "Ever so polite, hen. Now lie down."

The way you stare at him, incredulously, your pretty eyes wide as saucers, is a sight to behold. Grabbing a notebook, he straightens up again and points to his right. "The sofa, lass. Isn't tha wha therapy's about?"

You feel a bit stupid because you are totally convinced that - of course - you would have understood this completely unambigous statement had it come from your former therapist - or any person fitting your image of how a typical therapist should look.

Meanwhile John has reached the sofa and the two armchairs facing it. Your former therapist always kept their place behind their desk while you were seated in front of it on a normal chair, but this option seems to be unacceptable for John.

You swallow. "Well, ehm... I'd rather sit, in case you're good with that?" No problem for him. "Ach, have yer way, dearie. Ah'm good with a lot of things. Ye mind if ah?" He lets his Scottish brogue show and doesn't wait for your answer before he himself drops onto the sofa unceremoniously, the door in view. His notebook is resting on his chest while he stretches out his legs and puts his arms behind his head.

You can’t take your eyes off him as you slowly lower your body into the soft armchair. For his part, he's also watching you, somehow expectantly - as if he is about to ask you next which film to pick and where to order some take-away food... You're not sure how to feel about this man - and you're an open book.

"Ye have yer doubts, luv, haven't ye? What is it? Tell me."

Yes, what exactly is it? you wonder. Of course you can’t tell him that you've never heard of a therapist as hot as him - because that's not really what puts you off (distracted you somehow at first, yes, but that superficial notion would pass). He's too close, too fast, isn't he? Doesn't seem to believe in professional distance...

You opt for a more diplomatic explanation, one that holds enough truth in itself. "It’s just... I guess, I expected someone older..." He donnes you a knowing smile. "Let me assure ye that ah'm old enough for the job and ah dinnae lack experience, if that's wha ye're thinkin."

In fact you do not doubt that he’s got some wide range of different experiences. You only muse if it's the kind of experience you need while you take in his extraordinary tattoo and the prominent scar on his chin as two visible hallmarks made flesh to tag to the ambivalent feelings you have towards your new therapist.

John follows the movements of your eyes and touches his scar, grinning. "Boys are boys, ye ken? And ah must admit that ah wasn't born a therapist." He adds your name, almost like an afterthought.

"That so? For how long have you been a therapist then?"

His smile doesn't waver. "Been a few days", and with that he winks at you. "How about this? We take a few sessions, get tae know each other, and then ye can decide whether we go on or nae. What ye say?"

You consider his proposition. The fact that it is him your former therapist has chosen as their surrogate clearly drips in his favour - but you are a bit afraid that therapy with Doctor MacTavish - John - will be something entirely different from before... However, does 'different' have to mean 'worse'? You lean back in your armchair. "Ok. How do we start?"

John hasn't changed his horizontal position so far and seems to be comfy on his sofa. "Tell me somethin about ye, hun." - "Haven't you read my patient records?" - "- course ah have. Gnawing self-doubts, trust issues, traumatic experiences in yer relationship. But ah want tae hear ye talk. Choose any random topic and we speak about it."

For a second you are tempted to go for the weather forecast or your favourite animal, but this idea is only short- lived. Instead, you go for something new you would have been willing to let your former therapist in about soon. "I don't sleep much these days. I have nightmares." You don't look up, so he reassures you with a low, calm voice. "Go on."

You shrug. "That's all."

John looks at you pensively. "So ye do sleep." - "Pardon?" - "Yer dreams. In order tae have nightmares, ye need tae sleep first. Or do ye mean that ye refuse tae sleep for fear of havin bad dreams?"

You're not sure you see much of a difference, but you think about his question. "I fall asleep. Then the dreams start and after some time I wake up in cold sweat. And repeat." - "Have ye thought about takin sleepin pills? They could help ye with sleepin through the night." - "So I wouldn’t wake up from the horror? No way!" - "Don't ye want tae know how the dream ends?" You blink. "I... No? Can’t be a good end. I mean... have you ever even had nightmares, John?"

It's the first time that his smile changes its tone into something tinted, a lopsided grin with a grave seriousness. He sits up and leans forward to you, his notebook now next to him, his arms resting on his knees, before he starts to speak. "Ah ken the weight of nightmares, bonnie. 'ave seen some trauma in ma life", he hesitates, "Therapist stuff, ye ken? Ah dream about getting shot sometimes. Or being blown tae pieces."

When he doesn't add any more information, you feel the need to ask: "And then?" He purses his lips: "Then the dreams take a bearable direction - or start again."

You stare at the man in front of you, he holds your gaze unblinkingly. You frown. "I don't understand in how far this can be helpful to me, John." - "Priorities, luv. Ah usually tend tae choose sleep over some more or less vague fears. Ma body needs tae recover so that ah dinnae have tae let the nightmares come true." He hesitates once more. "In a metaphorical way, of course. When ah'm awake then, ah can think about the bad dreams and work through them. Might take some time, though."

The impression he gives you is one of sheer honesty. You're intrigued: "And what have you found out? About your nightmares?" - "Just the obvious. Fear of being unable tae get the job done, fear of nae being able tae support those who rely on me, failure in general. All the therapist stuff ah'm going through. Ah really get stuck into it, lass." He smiles the gravitas away. However, you can feel that he means it. This is more than just a job for him. He's always on a mission to save lives. That's real. He wants to prevent death if and when it's in his power. He for himself has to deal with an immense amount of emotional pressure every day.

You can feel all the emotional pressure as well - but for you, there’s always the other pressure, too. The invisible threat of a former boyfriend who was quite close to being the literal death of you.

You don't think less of Doctor John MacTavish just because he has surely never experienced that his life was literally at stake. Your lives are just so different... "I only hope that I'll never become one of your nightmares, John."

A boyish grin: "Ach, dinnae fash, bonnie. Chances are up for some sweet dreams."

⬛◼◾▪️Meanwhile, outside▪️◾◼⬛

"I still believe Garrick would have been the better choice", Ghost rumbles while they are waiting for you to leave the building again. In the driver's seat, the Captain takes a sip from his coffee, flashing the masked man next to him a look out of the corners of his eyes. "Soap's got some useful background knowledge from previous missions, some intel Gaz clearly lacks. Not to mention that Kyle couldn't make it back in time, right?" Ghost slowly shakes his head, almost unnoticeably, so Price adds: "You think MacTavish can’t handle the situation and take it far enough?"

Now Ghost barks a laugh: "Bloody hell... I'm not worried about his interrogation skills or acting abilities. 'm just worried that he might take it farther than he should - and we might get more than we've bargained for." - "He thinks she's that dangerous?"

It's a harsh laugh as response that the Captain gets to hear from his Lieutenant instantly. Ghost keeps his eyes trained on the entrance of the building when he answers: "This bird's not too dangerous. Yet I wouldn't guarantee she can’t take him apart..."

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You feel heat rise to your cheeks. But when you think about it, you have to admit that your choice of words was a perfect set-up...

"Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me, John. I'll think about your words, I promise, but for now, I'd love to change the subject." Luckily, your therapist is more than willing to fulfil your wish.

"That's fine. Now it's ma turn tae choose a topic. Let's talk about relationships. Just in general. We needn't necessarily come tae tha specific partner of yours. Wha was his name again, hen? Macaron?"

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PAC: YOUR NEXT ROMANTIC PARTNER

These are general readings meant for entertainment purposes. You can partake in advice, but do not let it cloud your decision-making.

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The reading, today, has been brutally honest, to say the least. My decks are very polite, not even joking. They dish out the sweetest things. For every negative thing, they give a view into the most possible positive outcome too.

But today, it was quite different. These messages were channelled in a way that requires people to view their relationships without rose-tinted glasses. This reading might trigger you especially if you are expecting stuff like, your next partner is going to parade you and all. Nope, it is straight to the point.

Pile 1:

April month is important for you. You are very likely to meet this person in April. Number 44 may have been popping up for you very much. This is very likely to be a karmic relationship. The person you seem to draw towards you is someone who is self-absorbed and pessimistic. For many of you, you could be taking back your ex. You do not want to have any regrets or feel like you have missed an opportunity.

The thing is, there are a lot of possibilities that you have when it comes to relationships. If anything, you are blind to the opportunities in front of you simply because you are wallowing. Not a bad thing, but there is a set amount of time you can cry over a person who is not even worth your tears. Take your time to contemplate if you want to get back into a relationship with this person. For those it doesn't resonate, choose another pile. This is a very specific pile.

Stand up for yourself and defend your corner. And the moment you do stand up for yourself, this person will try to argue and guilt you. If you are in a toxic relationship, let it go. Immediately. Do not go back to this person. End Of! You will have options and people who will help you.

This is going to be a very transformative time for you. You are in the middle of a cycle of transformation. Be assertive and dominant. You have a strong will to fight. Letting things go will help you release that burden you are carrying.

You will be anxious about finding love in the future after this relationship. It will interfere with the new beginning that is coming your way.

Be kind to yourself. You are going through tough times and for everyone that you have your kindness for, spare yourself some too. It is very rough to break cycles. And for a while, you will choose to stay single after this situation. Almost a year or so.

Pile 2:

This is someone who is going to be a little older than you or more mature than you.

This relationship is going to begin with a little bit of jealousy and insecurity. One or both may feel that the other person is out of their league. There is a story here. If it doesn't resonate, it's cool. Don't stress about it too much.

You are going to be more focused towards your career. This is going to be a change for you because you may have been inclined towards going slow in life and settling for stuff. But there is a new opportunity for you and you just want to go for it.

This is something that you have manifested but didn't know was coming to pass.

This is a reverse of a rom-com. Instead of the girl choosing the dude, you are choosing yourself. Instead of a small town, you are going to a big city. This person will try to convince you that it can work out with you guys. This person will not be in favour of you changing locations as they may not be a big believer in the success of long-distance relationships. They are in reverse energy, they used to be very driven and now they are ready to settle.

Unfortunately, it seems like you and this person will break up over this. This is the unrequited love pile. You will part on good terms but you will be upset. You will be leaving this behind and seeking out a new life. You know that it is what suits both of you but there is a twinge of nostalgia.

Within 8 months of changing cities, you are likely to get a promotion. Politics in your workplace will be rampant. Therefore, made sure that you remain semi-professional with your co-workers. Do not gossip too much about things. It will bite you in the ass, especially if the gossip is about your boss.

You will bring a very cheerful and charismatic energy to yourself. This will attract a lot of people to you. All in all, this is more about your career than relationships.

Pile 3:

Soon, you will be in a relationship. The timeline has been pretty vague in all the piles, but this pile is closer to their next romantic partner. This is going to be someone who is more established than you. They are very well-off.

The thing is, this person has a lot of healing to do. They will be emotionally immature. They can be carrying a lot of regrets from the past and they are baggage they have to deal with. And before you, I can fix them. Lemme stop you right there, you can't. It is not your responsibility. If you date this person, your responsibility is to support them as they face their traumas, not fix them for your person. Your boundaries are important.

In fact, you are assertive and supportive, there is a high chance of this relationship working out in your favour. Don't try to act like their therapist or a journal. Approach them like a partner. Be a problem solver.

Try not to have pointless arguments. If you date this person, do not forget yourself in the process. You two are very likely to be twin flames. But don't let the twin flame thing convince you into staying in toxic relationships. If this person isn't working on themselves, cut your losses and move. Obviously, this is a general reading so the situation may differ for all of you. However, use your best judgement. Protect yourself.

Funnily enough, it will be your friends who will help you guys pull your heads out of your asses. I do see a happy engagement with this person. You will be very proud of the growth your person will make. And they will grow to be very protective of you for everything that you have done for them. They hold you in high regard.

You will have your occasional tussles every now and then, but as you two learn and grow, this relationship will bring a lot of financial success as well. This relationship will progress really fast. Idk why J.E. Malpas' This Man came through. It is a book. Basically, UK's answer to Fifty Shades Of Grey. It is okay but unless you like smut, you will love it. Your relationship kind of feels like the one in the book.

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