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After Hours - Chapter 7  A professor Loki fanfiction

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Summary: Evelyn Monroe has been a TA for professor Laufeyson’s Calculus course for four months now. He was known to be quite strict, but that never deterred her from applying for the position in order to be close to the man she had been secretly pining for. One evening, she returns to his office after opening hours… and with her bountiful luck, she walks in on something not meant to be seen.

Chapters: 7/?

Words: 2800+

Warnings: Explicit sexual content

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Evelyn stared blankly at the man in front of her, as his words and the close proximity between them stunned her into silence.

She attempted to formulate a coherent reply to his filthy admission, but all she could manage was a squeaky whimper.

"Oh…"

Oh? Oh?! This man, my professor, literally just said he wanted to fuck me to high heaven, and all I could say was oh?!!

Despite sensing the woman in his arms had grown increasingly flustered, to the point he feared she would faint again, Loki refused to relent as he continued to bombard her with his fantasies.

"I've watched you for so long, wanted you for so long. To see that beautiful smile of yours, shine just for me. To see you laugh, cry, and scream - Just. For. Me. I will have it no other way, from this day forward. I swear it. No longer will I settle for someone else."

His words were filled with such passion, such overwhelming possessiveness, that Evelyn could not believe that it was directed towards her. Of all the women he could have in this world, he wanted...her? Little ole' Evelyn? A student? 

She couldn't believe it. As she began to doubt the sincerity behind his words, Candice’s voice replayed inside her head.

‘He just seems the type to...you know, fuck his students on the regular...have hoes on call, you know the works. Just warning you, I don't want your feelings hurt.’

Because of this, Evelyn gradually began to think that he probably just wanted a quick romp in the hay with a student to satiate whatever fantasies he may have, and then find some way to shut her up later.

 She wanted...to be more than that.

“...And what makes you think...that..uh..I want the same thing...? That I want you?” 

Evelyn once again blurted out the first thing that came to mind, while attempting to distance herself away from him. She had tried to sound confident, but expectedly, she failed miserably.

Despite that, her words did manage to stun him for a moment - for he did not expect her to utter such nonsense.

He fixed her with a steady glare, daring her to disagree with his next words,

"Just moments before, in front of my door, you were muttering to yourself how much you yearned for my touch, despite my roughness. You expect me to believe otherwise?"

Evelyn was stumped, mouth opening in shock. She didn't want to believe he actually heard her and pushed it to the back of her head, pretending that his reply at the time meant something else. But the dastardly man held no reservations about burying her in embarrassment.

Nevertheless, she continued to play dumb in order to preserve the remaining scraps of dignity she so cherished.

"I could like...um... I don’t know, have a boyfriend..or..something...? I was probably thinking about him at the time."

The room dropped several degrees in that instant.

"...Boyfriend?" The forceful way in which he spat those words made it sound like it was the most repulsive thing in the world, his eyes now cold as ice.

He laughed mirthlessly as he closed the distance she had made between them, stalking towards her like a wolf eyeing his prey. "Now, pray tell, who would this...boyfriend of yours be? I have never seen you with -"

He took a pause before he could finish his sentence. Slowly, his face began to twist in barely concealed anger, as if he realized something.

"...You mean to say…" his eyes slowly narrowed as he spoke through gritted teeth, "It was that daft boy that came to get your things? Andrès, was it? Pardon me for saying this, but I cannot see what has you so smitten -"

She wanted to play along with it. But the idea itself was so preposterous to her brain that she busted out in laughter before she could even think to stop herself.

"Oh fuck no! Andrès? Mr. Chunky Chunks? Phew! You're real funny, you know that?"

If she were any sillier, she would've slapped a knee before rolling on the floor, still laughing at his suggestion.

Evelyn did not look up to see his expression, but she guessed he must've looked pretty aggrieved.

" He's...heh-heh... he's just a friend. Did you really think..."

Evelyn trailed off, slowly recalling her interaction with Andrés earlier that day. His sour demeanor, and anger at failing the course after speaking to Loki on her behalf.

“Uh...wait… is that why,” Evelyn laughed nervously to herself, before looking up at him to gauge his reaction, “...Is that why you failed him? Because you thought he was -“

“- Of course not,” He cut her off a bit too quickly, slowly averting his eyes from her person, “ The boy had missed classes, with today being his third absence. As my TA, surely you must know what that means.”

His words were logical - if Andrès missed that many classes, then his failing had nothing to do with her, thankfully. But if that was the case, why was he avoiding direct eye contact? And why was he getting a bit red in the face?

"In any case," her professor abruptly cleared his throat to change the subject, "We have more important things to discuss."

Suddenly even more nervous than she was before, Evelyn's heart began to thump loudly at the change of his tone.

Well, here goes nothing...

“I...um, I now know that you’re attracted to me. But...I’m not sure what you’re expecting from me,”

Evelyn began quietly, twiddling her thumbs, “ At this point, I can’t deny that I feel the same way. But...I think what we want from each other is a bit...different.”

Loki raised his dark brows at her insinuation, “ And what exactly do you think I want from you, darling?”

Evelyn sighed to herself. It was best to be honest with the man, he could tell a white lie from a mile away.

“...I think you just want me for sex. A quick lil fuck, fling, whatever. Then you’d toss me to the side whenever it’d convenience you.” She took a deep breath, hands across her chest as a source of comfort, “ ...I want more than that. I am more than that.”

His eyes revealed nothing as he looked at her in silence, seemingly unaffected by her words - but the slight tightening of his jaw was extremely telling.

Evelyn worried she might’ve been a bit too blunt about it. But his voice soon echoed within the room, unusually soft and complacent, 

“...I understand that due to my actions towards you, and what you have seen of me, that I have left a rather unfavorable impression of myself attributed by a lack of self control,” he began to move a hand to caress her face, but hesitated for a moment. 

When she did not flinch away, he rested a large hand against her neck, caressing her cheek idly with his thumb, “ You may doubt my sincerity, but please trust that I want you entirely as my woman, my lover, or whatever title you feel comfortable with. I...I admit my initial intentions towards you were not pure. However, just your body isn’t enough now, as wonderful as it is. I need your heart, your mind. And in return, you shall have mine as well.”

In response to his heartfelt confession, Evelyn could only gape at him with big, googly fish eyes. Why did she feel like she just got proposed to?!

Suddenly dry in the mouth, Evelyn forced herself to choke out whatever insecurities she had...about whatever what was between them now. He was so open with her - the man was usually extremely closed off with his feelings, she could hardly pinpoint his mood most of the time in the past...but now she could see a side of him she never thought she would ever witness. His vulnerability. She could at least show him the same courtesy.

“...I’m just - I’m afraid I won’t be able to make you happy… I’m not as experienced and knowledgeable as you, and other women... and.. uhm..” 

She could tell that her babbling had piqued his interest, as he gently prompted her to continue by massaging her neck in an attempt to help her relax a bit.

However, it only made it harder for her to speak, so her next words came out only a tad jumbled since she spoke as fast as possible to get it over with.

“You’rewaytoobigandIhaven’thadmypussypoppedyet!”

Phew, got it out there!

Feeling accomplished but mostly embarrassed, Evelyn turned her head away from his touch to cover her face, hiding behind her small hands.

An uncomfortable amount of silence passed.

“Could… pfft-“

In response to the stifled laughter before her, Evelyn slowly peeked from her hands to look at his face.

“Could you please, repeat what you just said? Just...just once more. I didn’t quite catch that.”

He was grinning from ear to ear, his expression extremely jovial to the point she gaped at him in fascination. When was the last time she had seen this cold, strict professor of hers laugh so openly? Never. With the exception of the little chuckle he graced her with once, his smile was a rarity. So needless to say, she felt herself blushing at the thought of being the source of his happiness, and future happiness to come. Oh, and the sound of his laugh was hot as hell too.

In any case, she righted herself before she decided to change her sentence completely, “Ahem! Mm! Uh...I said that I am extremely inexperienced when it comes to pleasing a man, as you’d technically be my first ever relationship.  And first everything.There. I said what I said.”

His grin grew even wider at the change, “If those are your concerns, please rest assured. I’m in no rush to… haha... ‘pop your pussy’ as you so eloquently put it. As I’ve stated previously, I intend for our relationship to be a serious one. Set the pace however you’d like. But when the time comes...”

He leaned in closer, causing her breath to momentarily falter, “ I’d be more than happy to teach you, many many things. Just as I’ve done in the past. You’re a fast learner, darling. You needn’t be so worried. I’ll be slow, and gentle. Your first time will be pleasurable - and like a good girl, you will accept all of me.”

In those icy blue eyes, she could see his barely constrained lust - the tension in his shoulders as he held himself back from giving into his baser desires. He didn’t want to scare her away like last time, she realized. 

But those very words that left his lips, awakened something primal within Evelyn herself. Her skin prickled with excitement, and she could swear the wetness from her most intimate parts could rival Niagara Falls right about now.

Since we’re both consenting adults attracted to one another...a kiss to start things off wouldn’t be so bad, right? Yep. A nice little peck. Just to see what it’s like...

Horny Evelyn™ has finally made an appearance. So, spurred on by adrenaline and hormones, she decided to take the plunge and ask for one.

"Then...then to start things off, how about a kiss? I mean - just a peck, I've..oh shit, this is so embarrassing - I mean, I've always imagined what it would be like...with you. So yeah…"

Loki seemed surprised that she even suggested it, his eyes widening by a fraction. “While extremely tempting my dear, I fear I lack the self control at the moment to have it be…’just a kiss’. Unless, you’d be willing to take the risk.”

Evelyn pretended to think about it for a moment, before replying with a sharp nod of her head, “Yep, I’m sure. Since I’m with you now...I kinda want to get used to being intimate with someone. Baby steps. So yeah... let's do it."

The air changed, charging with so much tension it was almost stifling. She watched as he came closer to her, his entire demeanor giving away the excitement he felt at the opportunity to finally kiss her without reproach.

Their breaths picked up when he snaked an arm behind her back to pull her flush against him, while using the other to tip her head up by the chin.

Without breaking eye contact, he inched closer and closer, until their lips finally touched.

As soon as they did, Evelyn felt as if she stepped into an entirely different world. Everything disappeared in that moment, as if he was the only one that existed. His scent, and the softness of his lips were now the only things that mattered. Overwhelmed with this sudden sensation, she grasped at his shirt, desperate for more contact.

Loki had indeed intended for the kiss to be chaste - but the sudden action on her part spurred him to take things just a bit further. It was a bit underhanded, but a little pinch to her hip gave him all the access to her mouth he needed.

Instead of focusing on the sudden pain to her hip, her senses were instead zoned in on the sensation of his tongue that was now inside her mouth. She moaned, reveling at how it felt to have him inside her. She imagined her first kiss to be a sloppy mess, but the man kissed with sensual grace. Aside from the masterful use of his tongue that was about to leave her a panting mess, the subtle movements of his hips against her own left her wanting for more.

Without breaking the kiss, he turned them around so that she was now backed up against his desk. The position reminded her of when he first embraced her in his classroom - her legs open for him to stand between them, and the familiar hardness that pressed against her core.

She let out a small gasp against his lips when he began to grind said erection against her with earnest, the sudden jolt of pleasure catching her off-guard. Delighted at the sounds coming from the young woman before him, he grew even bolder, slowly moving his hands away from her hips to grasp her butt - lifting her unto his desk in one fell swoop.

Heh…”just a peck” my ass. I might actually get fuckidy fucked to the moon and back at this rate. So much for going slow…

Unexpectedly however, her professor soon broke the kiss of his own volition. She was about to protest, but the look in his eyes shut her up immediately. It was filled to the brim with want, and she worried that they now passed the point of no return.

“I would like to touch you...even more. May I?

She was in a bit of a daze, so she was confused as to what he was asking of her. Weren’t they already touching?

Smiling at her confusion, he made it easier for her by showing exactly what he meant.

So, Evelyn nothing short of yelped in surprise when she felt his large hands cup both of her breasts through her dress.

She didn't stop him when he began to massage them - it was as if she were in a trance like state of pleasure. She watched his hands with rapt attention as he played with her breasts, and just the sight of her professor touching her in such an intimate way caused the ache in her sex to worsen. 

She jerked against his hardness with a sudden pinch of a nipple, causing him to release a deep groan of pleasure. 

Evelyn decided that was the sexiest sound she'd ever heard, and she wanted more of it.

So, she began to move her hips in tandem with his, bringing about a friction that left them moaning unashamedly.

"You feel so good, my dear Evelyn… fuck! - I'd give anything in the world to be deep inside your tight-"

Knock knock!

"- Hey..uh... professor Laufeyson? You in there?"

The jarring voice of Andrès froze the two lovers within the room,  effectively breaking the spell of wanton abandon between them.

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A/N: I apologize for the delay! I was busy getting ready for school, doing assignments, etc. That my writing/reading really took a backseat. Also, some exciting news - I’m going to go see betrayal on Oct.13th! I’m so excited...like omg! 

Thank you for reading, let me know what you thought, what you 

hope to see, etc.

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Fate that Binds pt. 9

This part: Magical wells and their currency remain a mystery to most. Also, don’t play truth or dare in a graveyard please. (FYI: This fic actually isn’t crack like please proceed with caution)

first part // previous part // next part  Series: Pokemon Characters: Jessie, James, Meowth, Pikachu, Ash, Brock, May, Max, Jessebelle Ships: hints of rocketshipping if you read it that way, mostly just friendshipping though Summary: It had been a throwaway wish, something made out of the frustration of the moment- it wasn’t actually supposed to happen. But the magic of a well haunted by a pokemon’s spirit ended up altering reality. Now, Jessie, James, and Meowth aren’t in Team Rocket. They don’t even know each other. And it’s created far darker a world for the TRio than Ash could have ever imagined, and now he and his friends want nothing more than to change things back to how they were. Genre: Friendship, hurt/comfort, so much angst, all the angst, drama, butchered canon, Words: 2,110 / part 9 out of 16 Trigger Warnings (this part): abuse mention and injuries, swearing Notes: This popped into my head and didn’t get out until I wrote it down. It’s 16 chapters, and entirely written already in about three days. So that will explain a helluvalot. Like the bus-sized plotholes. I just wanted to be mean to my favorite characters, geeze, is that so bad? XP Also can be read on Ao3.

Chapter 9 A Couple Days Before the Wedding 

The next two days continued in much the same manner. Jessie would vanish in the evening, returning the next morning. The twerps, for their part, seemed to be okay with the arrangement- leaving her some breakfast in the morning if they were gone before she returned.

Evenings were what she looked forward to now, seeing him just ended up giving her the biggest smile. She continued to ask the twerps questions about her and James. About their relationship. About what they were like as a team.

“Apparently, according to them, whenever we showed up we said the stupidest thing. A motto sorta? That’s what we called it at least,” She tilted her head one evening. They had made sure to buy extra meat and treats for the meowth who had taken to joining them. Each night he got a little closer, but still kept his distance unless food was introduced. Neither Jessie nor James seemed to mind the hesitancy.

“A motto?” James lifted the beer to his lips. He was relaxed in posture, having detailed his day- how frustrating it was. What Jessebelle forced him into doing, showing Jessie the markings from the whip beneath his clothes. Old and new wounds patterned the skin. Jessie had fought to hide her anger, concerned that James would take it misdirected at him. And then there was the frightened meowth and- well, being a hot-headed person in the company of those who needed no outbursts was taking most of her energy.

James, for his part, seemed to at least appreciate the effort. Meowth was too distracted by the fried food to notice- something Jessie could understand on a personal level.

“Yeah. I’d say like, ‘prepare for trouble’ way dramatically and you’d say, um, ‘make it double’ I think they said. Here, I had them write it down,” she pulled out a scrap of paper, handing it over. James read through it silently, brow raised through most of it. “We went all-out with this thing. No shame.”

“‘To unite all peoples within our nation’? I thought we were a criminal organization? Why are we uniting people?”

“The same reason we’re protecting the world from devastation I guess. Maybe we’re good bad guys.”

“Good bad guys?”

“There’s a market for it, I’m sure. Lovable evil sorta thing.”

James just shrugged, through a breath he spoke, “Sure. Okay. Why not. I’ve stopped trying to make sense of things,” he fixated on the final line- a crease in his forehead forming from surprise, “‘Meowth, that’s right’? Meowth says things? Do pokémon talk in this world?”

“Just the one they said. Well, aside from other poke anomalies, Meowth is really one of a kind,” she glanced over at the pokémon who’s eyes grew with the beginning of a panic. He started to back away, “Sorry, the twerps blew your cover. No pressure though.”

Jessie caught James’ eyes once more. She could tell immediately that they were thinking the same thing. We really were friends. Weren’t we? This sort of… mental connection didn’t just happen, “James. It’s stupid and all but-”

“Ladies first.” He followed her lead, standing up for the momentous occasion.

“Prepare for trouble!” She said as dramatically as possible.

“Make it double!” He continued, following suit.

“To protect the world from devastation!”

“To unite all peoples within our nation!”

“To denounce the evils of truth and love!”

“To extend our reach to the stars above!”

“Jessie!”

“James!”

“Team Rocket, blasts off at the speed of light!”

“Surrender now, or prepare to fight!”

“Meowth, that’s right!”

The two froze with the last sentence, looking down at the Meowth who’s gaze was averted, suddenly incredibly interested in the food before him. Deciding Meowth’s comfort was more important than calling him out on his little show of talent, the two looked at each other.

“That was pretty awesome,” Jessie admitted after a moment, the grin hadn’t left his face either.

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Two Days Before the Wedding

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On the third day, Jessie sat on the window sill as she had many times before up to that point, “James. I want a change of scenery.”

He was in the middle of changing into the spare clothes he had started hiding under his bed to allow for optimum shenanigans when venturing into the outside world. Their comfort with each other had just grown…exponentially. Maybe she was clinging to a possibility based on a barely believable story, but for the first time in her life she was happy with someone. And that someone didn’t treat her like crap. More importantly, he seemed just as happy with her. The mutuality was enough to give her hope.

“Oh?” He was pulling on his shirt. Jessie had to avert her eyes. The scars on his back made her stomach churn. If she stared for too long, she might do something to that woman who gave them to him.

“Yeah. Wanna play truth or dare in a horribly inappropriate place for a game of truth or dare?”

“Horribly inappropriate place?”

“I’m not a psychopath or anything,” James’ expression told her he didn’t quite believe that. She just smirked in response and rolled her eyes, “but there’s that old graveyard where the well is. The twerps have had no luck with that one or the bigger one and you’re gonna be a married man soon. So we’ve got nothing to lose. Who knows? Maybe we got the charm. Also, truth or dare in a graveyard sounds like a great idea.”

“That doesn’t sound psychopath at all,” James’ voice was dry as he headed to the window, “Well, I don’t exactly have any better ideas. What about our scaredy cat…er… cat?”

She lifted her arm, around it was a plastic bag, “I got food. Some special pokémon treats, courtesy of the twerps. If we get some more meat and stuff, I think we could be going into the pits of Hell itself and Meowth would still follow for a snack,” she paused before adding, “I don’t think we’re going into the pits of Hell.”

“Nah, you’re already here,” he gestured to his prison of a room.

She laughed at his misery, as did he. And the two vanished into the night.

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“Truth,” it came from James. They were already about four rounds into the game, having yet to actually look for the well. They’d get there eventually. Jessie had mostly chosen dares- kissing statues, laying on graves, licking headstones, a variety of largely disrespectful things to do in an old graveyard. James on the other hand, had mostly chosen truths. Answering awkward questions such as penis size, most bizarre sexual fantasy, and other largely disrespectful things to talk about in an old graveyard.

Meowth had mostly decided to watch the humans, judging in his silence as he ate the food provided. Basically all the food provided. Sharing was not his forte, they realized very quickly. It wasn’t an issue though; the two preferring the scrawny little thing get some weight put on.

“Hmm, truth… Fuck, marry, kill- Officer Jenny, Nurse Joy, and um… Your fiancée- no, wait, that’s a bad question-”

“Jenny, Joy, and Jessebelle. Final answer.” He said too quick for her to change the selection. She swore, she could have figured that out.

“Jessie, truth or dare?” He asked as though the answer would be a surprise.

“Dare.”

He mulled over a dare as his eyes went through the graveyard. They had already thoroughly disrespected the place; then he focused on the trees of the woods lining the far edge of the plot of land. They hadn’t even gone close to it, the area giving off a vibe that was far too horror-movie for either of their comforts.

“I dare you to go into the woods over there for ten minutes. I’ll keep time.”

She glanced at the creepy place before turning back to James, “there’s a special place in Hell for you.”

“And you, Miss ‘this is a good idea.’”

She grinned, standing up, heading fearlessly (or at least, visibly fearlessly) into the line of trees.

A minute passed. Two minutes. Three. He kept his eye on the time, the watch he had around his wrist illuminated by its own light. Finally, ten minutes were up, “Come on back, Jess!”

But he heard nothing.

“Okay, funny Jessie, come on!”

He shivered as the wind picked up around him, rustling the bushes and the trees. Was that a ghost? Perhaps a little worry was starting to creep up on him, the man shivering as a bird pokémon of some sort took off from the branches of one of the trees. Meowth stopped eating, curling up in his own nervous fear. Did the pokémon sense a ghost pokémon?

He was sure she was fine, of course she was, she was just being a jerk.

“Jessica!” His voice hadn’t been that high since he was twelve.

With trembling legs and shaking hands he crossed the invisible barrier separating the woods from the graveyard. Only a couple of wavering steps brought him deeper into the thicket. He shivered as a wind blew past him. He was on the brink of tears from the fear of the unknown ghost pokémon. Whatever got Jessie was sure to get him next! “Jessie?”

There was a moment of silence before….

“Boo!”

He had been expecting it. He knew she was going to do that. It wasn’t creative. It wasn’t unique. It was just her being her and antagonizing him. He knew this.

And still he jumped.

And still he fell backwards.

And still he hit his head on something hard, “Ow! Ow!”

“Oh shit,” she said through giggles and wheezes, “James, you okay?” she was concerned, yes, but she was also mercilessly laughing at him. She wiped the tears from her eyes before freezing, “oh. Shit.”

James blinked, turning around to see what she was staring at.

It was what he had hit his head on. A small well, light purple and pink. Golden mouth. Carvings on the top.

“Fuck, this is the Contained one, isn’t it?” She reached out, touching the golden bricks, “James, we can make a wish! It didn’t work for the twerps but… maybe we can get it to work. We can go back to the way it was before! You can avoid marrying Jessebelle, we can be friends, we can- do you have a coin?”

She was searching on her person, hearing Meowth rustle through the bushes to watch the humans scramble for something akin to what was on his forehead.

James frowned, “I don’t have a coin, but I have this?” he lifted a golden circle with rippled edges.

“A bottle cap?”

“Limited edition!”

“I dunno, do wishing wells take bottle caps? Especially ones that don’t like to work usually?” James stared at the bottle cap, fighting with himself. Use it? Or? He didn’t really want to get rid of it… but….

“It is a magic well. Maybe something will happen?” He went to the edge of the well, realizing in that moment that the hope for the life Jessie described over the past few nights was well overriding his desire to keep the collector’s item in his hand. Maybe this other life him had the same cap anyway. He had no reason to need two.

Without another thought he focused his energy on the bottle cap, “This is precious to me, Well, don’t be an ass,” he then proceeded with his wish, “I wish for things to go back to how the twerps said it was… please.” And with a flick of his thumb, the cap fell into the depths of the well.

A moment passed. A minute passed. Two minutes passed. The wind picked up again and the rustling of the bushes scared the cat. But other than that, there was no sign of change. There had been no change.

“Well, that sucks. I liked that cap too,” he tried to hide his disappointment behind flippant comments. Guess magic wells didn’t take precious bottle caps.

“Oh, wait!” Jessie’s sudden words pulled his attention out of his own well of disappointment. She was holding a small round coin between her thumb and index finger, “Look!” she smiled sheepishly, “Sorry about your bottle cap. I am touched though,” It was a light mock, but she respected his hobby. Everyone had to have one. She stood by the well’s mouth, “All right, James, ready? Meowth?” her eyes went to her two friends. She took a deep breath, “I wish things were back to the way things were. Before the twerps made their wish.”

And she flipped the coin into the well.