#veeerrryyy long writing

[brother-genitivi]

Pls post more abt vedaat cuz anyone who's close to echo in so many ways should be spoken about more often.

you are absolutely correct (and thank you, I've been dying to talk about him but never know how to ahsdjdhsjs).

His full name is Vedaat Altın, Vedaat being derived from 'Vedat', which means loving or friendship in Turkish, and Altın meaning gold. There's heavy inspiration from my own cultures - Turkish + Syrian -within parts of his design.

Vedaat was taken to the Jedi temple on Coruscant from a very young age, and became Padawan to Ima-Gun Di at 13 years old. They had a father/son relationship, something Master Di encouraged rather than shunned. He started transitioning around the age of 15. His Master was supportive all the way, making sure his Padawan was binding safely, and often reminding the reluctant teenager to take breaks.

His story begins at 18 years old; the start of the Clone Wars. After an incident at a formal dinner, Vedaat becomes fast friends with a clone captain he would come to know as Keeli. Their friendship does not last. Soon after Geonosis, both Keeli and Ima-Gun Di perish on Ryloth. To honour their memories, Vedaat has a tattoo inked into his right wrist in the shape of Keeli's helmet paint and his master's horns. He never receives closure for their deaths, something that haunts him for the rest of his life.

He ends up in command of Slick's squad some time after Slick's betrayal on Christophsis. At the start, their relationship is tense. After all, they aren't too eager for a new commander, and Vedaat feels he doesn't have what it takes to be a good one. After a few missions together, the squad recognises their need for a commander and Vedaat’s need for a squad. This mutual understanding is their first step towards becoming one of the most elite squads the GAR has ever produced. They work alongside the 501st, sporting 501st blue and gold paint on their armour.

Vedaat takes a lot of pride in his culture, but he doesn't know too much about it. He feels disconnected, and what connection he does have, he keeps close to his heart. However, he'll find himself sharing things with the clones, including making the clones baked goods like baklava.

He tries to do good by others. Vedaat wants to be there for his men, but forgets to look after himself in the process of looking after everyone else. He's kind and emotional, selfless, impulsive and stubborn. He would die for the clones under his command. He's self-sacrificing, insecure and easily frustrated. Tired. He jumps to conclusions and hurts himself in the process. He also cries a lot. He means well, so it destroys him when that goodness is turned against him.

Vedaat lacks confidence. Some would say he cares too deeply, though he claims there is no such thing. He's too hard on himself. He's a Jedi; he should be able to perform miracles. People look up to him. When he can't do the impossible, when he's reminded of how painfully mortal he is, he mentally tears himself to shreds.

Vedaat is a good tactician, a skill born from anxiety. He's able to heal others with the Force, though it takes a toll on him physically. He's able to sense the emotions of those who aren't trained in mental fortification. As a result, he's essentially a lie detector.

Vedaat's relationship with the Jedi Order drastically changes over the years. It was the Order who raised him, who taught him how to swing a saber and lift objects with the flick of his hand. Without the Order he has nothing, is nothing. As the years pass and more men lose their lives to a war they never asked for, Vedaat grows more conflicted. Meeting Pong Krell is the first step in sowing the seeds of doubt in his mind. How many other Jedi treat their clones like cannon fodder? And why would the Order let it happen?

He meets Echo and the rest of Domino Squad on Rishi's moon. The entire squad makes it out alive, though they're not unscathed. Somewhere afterwards, Vedaat starts falling for Echo. He's not entirely sure why (aside from the obvious being Echo's kindness, his competence, his sincerity), and such feelings are alien to him.

They begin having... moments. More celebratory hugs after battles. Vedaat makes sure he’s eating enough, then takes the time to sit with him when they have meals. He gives Echo extra blankets because Vedaat knows how much he hates the cold. Echo lets his commander rest on him when they travel in gunships because he knows it helps Vedaat’s motion sickness. If they had the time, they could talk to each other about their specific interests for hours.

Vedaat is not particularly touchy either. He hates being touched by people he doesn't know, and would prefer to be asked first even if he's known the person for years. Vedaat struggles to initiate touch, but when he sees Echo, all he wants to do is touch him. Brushing shoulders, knee to knee, an arm slung around the shoulders.

At first he is too oblivious to realise he even has feelings for Echo. When the lines between platonic and romantic begin to blur, he panics. At times like these he would go to his Master for comfort, but he doesn't have that luxury. Attachment is forbidden, but it doesn't feel wrong. Still, he tries to suppress his feelings because in his mind, they would only cause pain towards Echo, who likely does not and never will feel the same. Little does Vedaat know that he does.

The Citadel puts a halt in any long-term relationship they could've had. The Force tells him that Echo is still alive. He has to be stunned and carried from the shuttle explosion site because he refuses to leave otherwise.

Thanks so much for your ask! I'm currently writing a fic on him, Domino Squad + a sort of 'everything is slightly better' au with emphasis on slightly. I'm naming it 'Return to Me Like Water'. It's inspired by a Turkish phrase - 'go like water, return like water'. Also I need a ship name for Vedaat and Echo but I'm too tired to think of one rn

#star wars #star wars oc #jedi oc #vedaat altın #writing wip #return to me like water #thank u so much for your ask i literally squeaked with happiness when i saw it #also this is veeerrryyy long ahhdhdhsa

[vestaclinicpod]

Audio Drama Sunday - 3rd September ✨

I think it’s criminal to have to work on a Sunday instead of going on a little walk and listening to little podcasts, but here we are 🫠 It’s been a frankly ridiculous week of listening and there’s still so much more I haven’t had time to catch yet! 

🌲@hellofromthehallowoods (131) Percy! Going to get Diggory! I think it makes it so bittersweet that he was about to apologise off the bat because you just KNOW that when they meet for real it won’t happen that easily. My god, I could listen to.a whole show just about this hastily assembled Friends of Zelda team. It’s so lovely to have Alice back in the narrative and I care for Tattery Stabs so much!! ‘How much do you like your brother?’ Really cracked me up. I love how hfth takes horror tropes (e.g. creepy doll) and they’re immediately someone new to love.  Speaking of someone to love!! Hector is putting in a really good bid for the award of ‘most traumatised man in the Hallowoods’, though the competition remains tough. This experience will no doubt have changed him, I can’t wait to find out how!

🦀 @thesiltverses (31) So many new and familiar voices in this new season and all of them are delightful! The writing and delivery of Val’s monologue in particular was so powerful and I was left cringing in my skin at the callous assertions that she is controllable… did we just hear the same thing? I have no idea what is going to happen this season and it’s thrilling and terrifying in equal measure! 

🦮 @malevolentcast (35) This episode is such a rollercoaster oh my god!! There are so many layers of horror here! Not just the fear of the ‘other’ and of what other humans can do, but also the intrinsic fear of losing the self.  What’s happening with John is so very unsettling, it’s been so long that we’ve almost taken for granted the way that John guides Arthur . . . what will he do when he can’t trust John’s assessment of the situation? 

📻 @monstrousagonies (110) penultimate?! Excuse me??!! Penultimate!!! How am I going to cope without having fictional night folk problems solving my actual real life problems every week?? Panic aside, I really loved this episode. I was so glad to hear the presenter telling the author of the first letter that it actually wouldn’t be unreasonable to kick off just a little. I’ve often thought about just bringing a cat home and seeing what my wife would do . . . (I know this is bad, it’s not going to happen 👀) BUT a CHILD? And aw, yay, what a satisfying end to an unsatisfactory CEO. It was a pleasure to meet station and the MA community was in fine voice! 

🌒 @monkeymanproductions Moonbase Theta Out FINALE!! I’m not going to share too many thoughts today because it may not even be out at the time of posting but IT’S AMAZING GO LISTEN!!!! Seriously, I cried so much at the thought of this show being over. I’ve loved it for such a long time and it’s been amazing to listen to it grow and see all the team’s hard work pay off spectacularly! 

🧛‍♂️ @re-dracula what a busy, busy week for the Dracula characters! Marriages, millions of kisses, casual medical abuse, VAN HELSING. What a week. 

🧬 Regina Prime (7) Damn, Epsilon has both the fire and the fight! Veeerrryyy interesting that Omega needs an assistant with a physical body… what have you got, Omega? I’m imagining a clone that is 1000s of years old, more mush than human. And the slip up with the number of clones . . .  Omega . . . ? Something you want to share with the rest of the class?? 

 💫 Wolf 359 (49 - 50) I am usually not the biggest fan of time loop stories but, of course, if W359 makes it, you know it’s gonna be great. The whole set up of the aliens being unable to communicate clearly because Doug chats absolute shit all the time is just so endearing to me. I can’t believe I’m getting so close to the end! 

🏴‍☠️ Yes, I did listen to the @levianpod pilot again. What of it? Please, please support this show if you can! It must be made. I need it. 

🎧 So lovely to hear from @thestoragepapers in last week’s episode of The First Episode Of! I feel like it’s so brave to ask for people to join in on the writing of your show but we love to see a collaboration thriving!! I need to bump this up my to-listen list! 

🐬 @patterspod (3) Fiona Caruso, the woman, the myth, the legend. Someone needs to check in on the thriller writers because they’re just not okay… Also, Ryan, you idiot. I don’t even know if we can blame the influence of some eldritch force on these bad publishing attempts, but I feel like he’s going to snap like one of twig man’s branches at the slightest supernatural pressure. Which will be fun for us, at least! 

All these amazing episodes, but my ears are bigger than my schedule and I still need to listen to new KILL FM. I’ve been really, really meaning to catch up on Additional Postage Required as well! Here’s hoping for a more chilled week next week! 🤞

#audio drama #podcast #podcast recs #audio fiction #audiodramasunday #audio drama sunday #hfth spoilers #malevolent spoilers #tsv spoilers #moonbase theta out #monstrous agonies #finding pattersby #wolf 359 #regina prime #re dracula #levian podcast

[mrs-hatake]

we’re both at this halloween party and you are SLOSHED and your friends ditched you, i can’t leave you alone?? With Aizawa please

A/N: so, as you all know I don’t write about consuming alcohol or getting drunk but for the sake of the prompt, i did an exception. of course, I have no knowledge of how people would act under the intoxication so forgive me if this is inaccurate. 

Everything around you was a blur. The music playing in the tiny living was muffled to your ears as your heartbeat overpowered the loud booms of the bass.

You struggled to walk on your two feet on your own so you resorted to supporting yourself by placing your hand on the wall to help guide you.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Whipping your head sharply to the left - so sharply that it was a miracle you didn’t break it - you were greeted by the blurred face of a concerned looking man, woman? In your current state, it was difficult to tell but the slightly deep voice should be an indicator.

“I okay.” You replied, rapidly blinking your dried eyes.

“You don’t look okay.” The man replied in concern, his hands stretched out at the ready incase you fell over your two feet.

“Really, I fine!” You waved him off and tried to wobble away from him only to trip on thin air. Your face would’ve smacked harshly on the carpeted floor had it not been for two strong arms wrapping themselves around your waist.

The man’s long black hair tickled your chin and you giggled at the scratchy sensation.

“Did you come here alone?” The man asked as he steaded you on your feet.

Shaking your head which made your hair stick to your lipgloss, you replied, “My friends!”

You could hear the man sigh but didn’t understand why. In the meantime, you tried to spit the hair out of your mouth as he searched for someone in the distance. Probably your friends.

“Let’s get you some water.”

Following the man to what you assumed was the kitchen, you squint your eyes at the harsh bright lights of the well lit kitchen, “My eyes!!” you squealed in not so serious pain.

“Stay here. Don’t go anywhere.” The man instructed as he opened the fridge and poured cold water into a red solo cup after not finding a clean cup.

You blew your hair away from your face and then grabbed the cup that was presented to you. Swallowing down large gulps, you finally took in the man’s appearance.

The man was dressed as a mummy with poor quality toilet paper wrapped around his lean physique. His chin was peppered with a black stubble and his hair hung loosely on his shoulders. Under the bright lights, he looked very handsome. “You know.” You slurred, “You look veeerrryyy familiar!” You pointed to poke his chest but instead harshly poked the tip of his nose.

“Ow.” He quickly rubbed his nose.

“You look like that pro-hero, whatshisface.”

The man lifted an eyebrow in amusement as you struggled to remember the hero’s name, “What was it? Corrector? Rubber man? Eraser hair! That’s him!”

“You mean Eraserhead?”

You nodded rapidly at him, eyes sparkled at the familiarity of the name, “Yeah, Eraserhead that’s whatshisface!”

The man chuckled before taking your cup again and refilling it with water. He placed the cap in your hand and sat on the barstool in front of you.

“What if I told you I was him?” The handsome mummy with pretty hair asked.

You stared at him with eyes wide in disbelief before blowing a raspberry, “Do I look stupid to you?” A couple of seconds passed before you quickly added, “Don’t answer that.”

Before the handsome mummy with pretty hair could reply, an all too recognizable voice loudly exclaimed, “There you are!”

Both of you turned to the entrance to the kitchen where a woman dressed as Tinkerbell stood with a scowl on her face and her hands on her lips, “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” She marched to where you were sitting and tugged at your ear, “How many times do I have to tell you not to wander off when you’re drunk?!”

“Ooowww I’m sorry!” You whined as you pawed at her hand to free your ear from her tugs.

Your friend let go of your ear with a huff in annoyance. “And you!” She turned around to give a stern talking to to the person you were with but the words died in her mouth when she recognized the man in front of her, “Holy shit you’re Eraserhead!”

For the second time that night, you whipped your head so fast that this time you actually winced at the pain. Both you and your friend’s eyes widened comically at the mummy who had a guilty expression on his face.

“The one and only.”

It was quiet for a few seconds as the both of you progressed the fact that a famous pro hero was at the same party as you and was sitting and talking to you in the kitchen.

“Holy fuck I poked Eraserhead’s nose.” You whispered in disbelief as your friend rubbed between her eyes in annoyance. Of course you would do something like that.

“Look, Mr. Eraserhead-”

“Call me Shouta.”

Your friend blinked before she continued, “Thank you for taking care of her but we really should be going home now.”

Shouta stood with a hand held upwards, “It was no problem. I couldn’t leave her alone.”

As your friend dragged you, you turned to face Shouta and did the phone gesture with your left hand and mouthed ‘call me’ before being harshly tugged away.

All that Shouta could do was chuckle at your behavior and hope that you would cross paths again.

#halloween prompts #aizawa x reader #aizawa imagine #aizawa scenario #bnha imagine #Anonymous

[failuredyke]

I just came back from CVS with my first bottle of estradiol.

I guess this is a transition blog.

To give some context to my future self (or whoever else, if I decide to make this post public eventually), I’m 28 and I’m in the middle of the second year of my PhD (round 2). The omicron variant of COVID-19 has surged over the holiday, but we are scheduled to go back to in person classes on Tuesday anyway. Also, I have spent all this morning doing research and as a result I am solidly inside of the ~ADHD meds mental state~, so if I look back on this post and find it overly clinical / wordy / whatever, that’s why. I’ve made the conscious decision to not worry about that, because I’ve decided I want to produce records about my life instead of wadding them up and throwing them in the trash like half way through writing them, which is what I’ve been doing for most of my life.

The pharmacist that gave me my meds was wearing a he/him button on his shirt. He asked me if I had any questions, and asked me if I wanted to change the name on the prescription. He informed me that if I did, my dead name would still appear in parentheses because of insurance reasons. I told him no thanks, and that I was still using the same name for now. He seemed slightly confused but was like ‘okay, well if you want to in the future you can just let us know’.

Inbetween stimmy gesticulations made in celebration of beginning HRT, I thought about this interaction on the way home. I thought about how my ‘dead name’ isn’t dead. Should it be? I’ve considered using a name that is more recognizably non-binary, but even if I did so, I don’t know that I would ‘kill’ my current name. Transition, for many, is characterized by a rupture with the past self, but it doesn’t feel that way for me.

My transition has been one from an apologetic bisexual, trying to fit into the boxes created by cis and straight societal pressures, to an ambiguous and enthusiastic queer who lives wholly and authentically. The pace of this transition has been somewhat glacial, spanning more than a decade now, if you treat the realization of my sexuality as the beginning. Perhaps exactly a decade if you consider the realization that I was non-binary as a more appropriate start date. In any case, if rupture was involved it happened long ago when I left for college and was finally able to live in a queer community. Freedom from the unspoken rules of gender in spaces controlled by old money cis hets is the thing that separates the queer part of my life from the non-queer part. For this reason my recent increase in femme/genderqueer presentation in public spaces, and the acquisition of estradiol does not feel like rupture, but instead like a natural continuation, one that is perhaps overdue. My name still feels like my name, titty skittles or no.

So why hormones now? What took you so long?

I had been considering it for awhile - veeerrryyy tentatively at first, and gradually more seriously, but I generally make life decisions when I either feel certain about them, or they urgently need to be made -- ideally both. I don’t really feel much dysphoria about my current body, mostly I just feel whole, authentic, and euphoric when I do present femme, so with these criteria the decision to medically transition was one that was easy to put off. Actually, putting it off isn’t even what I was doing for most of this decade -- to put something off you have to be aware that you plan to eventually do it. For the longest time, I placed medical transition outside of my personal realm of possibility. I realized I was non-binary in college, but I was often terrified of actually making substantial change my behaviors in line with non-binary presentation. Why was it so scary even in such a safely queer environment? I didn’t understand it at the time, but the reaction I feared most was from myself. This post is getting pretty long and I want to eat lunch, so maybe I’ll talk more about that another time. I want to say one last thing though.

Over winter break, I read Daniel Lavery’s Something That May Shock and Discredit You. One of the consistent subjects discussed in his book is foreclosing on one’s own possibilities of transness and transition, due to a combination of social pressure, uncertainty, and undefined dread. This passage is a representative example which I texted a picture of to my partner late at night on Christmas:

What I wanted at the outset of transition was the opportunity to fold back the page at this particular turning point and live forward in two directions at once, in one version of my life where I transitioned and in one where I didn’t, then revisit after about fifteen solid years in each reality and make an informed assessment of which life proved the better. I had no interest in keeping my eyes only on my own work. I wanted my work, and everyone else’s, and for someone else to come and help me with mine in the bargain. I wanted a guaranteed outcome before moving forward. I wanted what was best, and I wanted to know what was best in advance, with frequent updates to follow just in case the good or the better suddenly moved into the lead.

Reading Lavery’s book, I realized that the hesitation I was experiencing with the question of whether to medically transition came from a similar place. Maybe I’ll articulate more on this later. In summary, I’m tired of expressing my queerness inch by calculated inch. As I finish this post, my first estradiol tablet has just finished dissolving under my tongue. I’m so excited!

#journal #transition

[arlome]

The Doctor will See You Now

So, the lovely @ainagren prompted me with “But I thought you were still sleeping”, and this thing just sort of wrote itself...it’s long- veeerrryyy long- and smuty towards the end. So I hope like it!

Also, for my darling @dismiss-your-fearsx is having a rough time, so this is for her as well! 

Five points and a virtual cookie to anyone spotting the “Couplings” reference:) 

Tuesday is one of his busiest days.

It is the day he spends at the clinic, instead of at the Hospital; taking in patients from 08:00 in the morning to 18:00 in the evening as one of the two gynaecologists currently employed at the health centre. The other doctor, Dr Behenna, works Thursdays from 11:00 to 15:00, but his appointments are rarely all booked, as Dwight's always tend to be, for the older man is not as gentle or as kind.

Or as handsome, as Demelza, the fiery-haired receptionist, tends to say.

Having just come from the pouring rain, Dwight shakes his shoulders and climbs up the stairs to the clinic's entrance, a plastic cup full of scalding coffee in one hand and a big, worn out leather briefcase in the other. With a tired sigh, conceived and born out of a busy late evening at the hospital, he leans against the door and nudges it open with his elbow. Demelza, already at her desk, lifts up her head at his entrance and beams at him.

"Dwight!" she cries invitingly, "you look like something the cat's dragged in! Had a brilliant night out, have we?"

Enys throws his briefcase into the chair closest to the door, places his coffee on another, and begins to shrug off his coat.

"If only," he drawls, hanging the sodden garment on a coat hanger, "three emergency c- sections, four standard births, and one placental abruption- all in one bloody evening; I came home at two in the morning. I'm so knackered; I nearly drove off the road on my way here."

Demelza frowns sympathetically at him and purses her lower lip.

"Why not take the Tube?" she asks, sticking a pencil into her wild hair and twisting it, trying hard to subdue it into a messy bun on the top of her head, "That's what I do. Driving is a sodding nuisance, anyway."

Dwight shrugs and picks up both briefcase and coffee.

"I like driving," he says, a tad defensively, "It clears my mind."

Before he has the chance to open the door to his office, Demelza clears her throat, and he turns around to look at her, one eyebrow arched in question. She looks uneasy, a frown marring her fresh face.

"Dwight…" she begins quietly, "the raptured placenta…did the child…?"

"Stillborn," he says with bitter finality and smiles sadly, "32 weeks; the mother slipped in the shower."

Demelza's face crumples, and she takes a deep breath, shaking her head.

"Oh Dwight…" she breathes mournfully, fully aware of how he takes every case of his to heart, "would you like me to cancel some of your appointments for today, love?"

He laughs unconvincingly and shakes his head and, tucking his briefcase under his arm, pushes the door to his office open.

"Goodness, no!" he cries, smiling at her, "if I were to cancel appointments after every bad patient outcome, I'd be out of a job, Demz. Now, who's my first?"

Thoroughly unconvinced with this feeble attempt at bravado, Demelza turns to consult the records. She frowns at the paper and taps her pencil- one that was lucky enough to escape the captivity of her curls- against the table.

"Well, it says here that your first appointment is a Keren Daniel; the name sounds familiar, actually…"

Dwight groans and rubs his eyes tiredly.

"Keren is an old fling…" he sighs wearily and curses himself mentally; today is going to be a long day, "the one who's married to Ross' mate, Mark; remember? She was a receptionist at the previous clinic I worked in; we –uh, that is, we-"

"Shagged," intones Demelza, unimpressed, "and now she comes for a pap smear? What, no other gynaecologists in Town?"

Dwight shrugs helplessly, trying to find an answer when the door opens, and Verity Poldark glides in, all smiles and unicorns.

"Good morning, darlings!" she sings and spins around, throwing her bag unto the counter with surprising accuracy, "any sick little angels for me today?"  

Dwight and Demelza share a surprised look between them.

"Somebody's cheerful as a bloody rainbow," Demelza mutters and drops her gaze to her open records," you have seven patients today, Verity; did you have a good night?"

Verity sighs dramatically and drops into the nearest chair in the waiting area; Dwight leans against the counter and takes a sip of coffee.

"Oh, the absolute best!" she sighs again and looks dreamily at the ceiling, "Andrew's in Town; we went out, then came back to my flat. Don't tell Francis, he hates him."

Demelza laughs softly and leans back in her reclining chair.

"Well, at least somebody here has any sort of a social life; I must say, I no longer recall what a penis even looks like."

Dwight chokes on his coffee, and Demelza and Verity snicker in unison.

"Perhaps Dwight can open his trousers and show you," Verity says naughtily and cocks an eyebrow at her colleague in mock challenge "Go on, Dwight; do it for science!"

Demelza howls with laughter and rests her head on her forearms, her shoulders shaking with mirth. Dwight shakes his head in astonishment and backs away into his office.

"You two are raving mad," he mutters as the two women continue to cackle, "I'm barricading myself in my office for the remainder of the day, in fear for my virtue and modesty!"

He can still hear them laughing when- five minutes later- he exits the loo and shrugs on his lab coat, ready to begin the day. Another two minutes pass before he hears Demelza call, "The Doctor will see you now, Mrs Daniel", and Keren walks in. As always, she is a thing of wild attraction. Tight, revealing clothes adorn her body like a second skin; her hair unbound and gliding down her shoulders like an avalanche of liquid chocolate. Her elfish, keen eyes regard him hungrily as she walks in and closes the door behind her.

"Hello, Dwight," she says huskily, and something clenches painfully at the pit of Dwight's stomach; Keren was the first woman he ever loved, and it ended badly. Spectacularly so.

"Keren," he acknowledges with a tight smile and offers her the seat before him, "how can I help you?"

She lowers herself into the chair and crosses her legs.

"Well, Dr Enys," she begins, one side of her alluring mouth inching upwards, "I've missed my last two periods. I think I'm pregnant."

Dwight experiences a few seconds of sheer panic at her admission, until he realizes that the last time the two of them participated in any activity that might potentially lead to the conception of a human baby was more than a year ago; then, with a tiny breath of relief, he cannot help but feel a little tightening in his chest, and he grows somewhat angry and ashamed of his feelings.

"Well," he clears his throat and turns to his computer, "we shall see, shall we; last date of menstruation?"

"The fifteenth of January," she recalls effortlessly and leans back in her chair, "I'm tired all the time, Dwight; and my tits are sore. My tits are never sore, Dwight."

Dwight bites the inside of his lips and nods, for lack of a better response.

"How about a scan?" he says, his voice falsely bright, "we should be able to see quite a lot at this stage, as you appear to be ten weeks on, by the calculations. Hope on the chair, and we'll have a go."

Keren rises from her seat and climbs unto the examination chair, not bothering with the curtain. She slides down the seat and hoists up her miniskirt and places her feet in the stirrups; she's not wearing any knickers.

At his briefly astonished look, she smiles almost wickedly.

"I came prepared," she drawls, "aren't I a good patient, Dr Enys?"

Dwight nearly drops the ultrasound stick in embarrassment.

"Slide a little further down, please," he says instead, fumbling with the scanning machine, " and spread the legs a little farther apart- yes, just so; thank you."

She's pregnant, of course; just as she suspected, and the embryo looks well developed for this stage. He prints out the photos for her, prescribes vitamins and is just about to write everything in her medical file when Keren reaches out and grabs his hand.

"Dwight," she says, suddenly all serious, "will you be utterly shocked and angry if I told you that sometimes I really wish this child was yours, and not Mark's?"

He stares at her for a second longer than is polite, then shrugs off her hand and covers his tired eyes.

"Keren," he sighs wretchedly, "why tell me this? Why come to me at all? Surely, there are other doctors in your district? There's even another gynaecologist in this very clinic!"

"True," she acknowledges gravely, "but none as capable as you. We have a history, Dwight; but you are a brilliant doctor, and I want the absolute best for my unborn child. Will you take me on? Please?"

He looks up at her and seriously considers declining. Treating her, delivering her of her baby, committing to seeing her every few weeks for the next seven months – all these cannot be good for his mental health, even if he is over her and their somewhat hasty, torrid affair; even if there is another person currently sneaking her way into his heart. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath; undoubtedly he'll come to regret this.

"Come see me in a month," he says resolutely, and Keren smiles widely, "ask my receptionist to set up your next appointment."

"Thank you, Dwight;" she says softly, "you're a good man."

"What will Mark say when he finds out I am to be your doctor?" he counters, ignoring her flattery and challenging her to answer, to face the problem, instead, "I doubt that having the two of us in one room when you are struggling to give birth to your child is a good idea."

She rises from her seat and looks down at him.

"He'll live," she sums their entire meeting up, and walks to the door, "he'll want a healthy baby, and you are the best gynaecologist in Town; even he knows that… Goodbye, Dwight; see you in a month."

When Keren leaves, Dwight calls the reception.

"Yes, Dr Enys," Demelza's voice has a hint of surprise in it as she answers the phone, something only he can hear.

"Demz," he sighs into the earpiece tiredly, "can you delay the next patient for five minutes? I need to take a breather; wash my face."

"Not a problem," she says into the phone, and he can practically hear her frown; good ol' Demz; Mother Hen, she is. Off the phone, he can hear her voice again, this time directed at the patient who is no doubt anxious to be admitted to his office for an examination, "Mrs Richards, there is a slight delay, I'm afraid; I will let you know once Dr Enys is available."

"You're the absolute best, Demz," he mutters into the earpiece and drops the phone, leaning back in his chair and staring at the ceiling.

Keren Daniel. Of all women in this bloody Town, Keren Daniel had to first walk into his life, and then walk into his office. No rest for the weary; defiantly no rest for the wicked, and he is, undoubtedly, both these things.  

Dwight inhales deeply and slowly lets the air leave his lungs. He no longer has any feelings for Keren, his affections these days lie elsewhere; with a woman so unlike Keren in essence, in mind – in anything that counts, really. He's free of that influence Keren had on him back in the day when he first started seeing her; that influence that had him break his own moral code and sleep with a woman who was already taken; that influence that made him get up and leave his workplace when things got bad, and it was either find something else or have the entire staff know what transpired between them.

Dwight inhales again and looks at the watch on the screen of his computer. Two minutes until the next patient is ushered in.

She tried to enforce that influence on him today again, by playing a merry tune on his heartstrings; knowing that he'll be powerless to resist accepting her as a patient if she mentions the safety of her unborn child. Well, he's had enough of toxicity to last him a lifetime.

With a sense of lighthearted finality, as if a great load has fallen off his shoulders, Dwight picks up the phone again and rings Demelza. She answers after one ring, and he begins to talk straight away.

"Demzi, you can send the next patient in," he explains, his voice firm and hurried, "and, please, reschedule Mrs Daniel to Dr Behenna; I find myself in a conflict of interests."

There's silence on the other line for a few seconds, and then the quiet tone of Demelza's voice calms him: "you've made the right choice, Dwight," she says quietly, and he breathes a sigh of relief, "Now; I'm sending Mrs Richards in."

Mrs Richards has a vaginal fungus, as do Miss Pine and Mrs Price who come in after her. Miss Hoblyn comes to get a prescription for the pill, because her cycle is all over the place and extremely painful, and Dwight sends her on a series of tests and asks that she'd return to him in a fortnight. Verity drops in between appointments to wish him a pleasant day, and leaves to spend the rest of her day with her unapproved boyfriend; Miss Teague enters soon after for a pap smear. Mrs Carkeek dawdles into his office for a routine checkup, her eight-month belly reappearing in his doorway before the rest of her does, and Jinny Carter comes complaining of pain in her lower abdomen and a high fever.

It turns out to be a uterine infection, originating in her IUD. Dwight prescribes powerful antibiotics, gives her the first injection himself and carefully removes the little copper wire from her womb. Jinny cries softly with pain.

"I am very sorry, Jinny," he says with feeling, standing up from his seat between her trembling thighs, and patting her arm a little awkwardly, "unfortunately, the pain was unavoidable; the entire area is quite inflamed. It was very good of you to come – very responsible – before this became life-threatening. Now, is Jim picking you up, or should we get you a taxi?"

Jinny sighs brokenly and shakes her head, too tired to move; Dwight helps her into a sitting position, and she smiles wetly at him, her eyes clouded with fever.

"Bless you, Dr Enys; but Jim is waiting for me in the waiting area. He got a bit of a fright, you understand."

Dwight nods and picks up the phone.

"As well he should," he concludes before Demelza answers his call, "Demzi, please ask Jim to come in and take Jinny home; she can barely move."

The young man bursts through the door half a minute later, eyes crazed with worry, and Dwight half-suspects that he might have to sedate the poor bloke.

"How bad is, doctor?" he asks frantically, leaping towards his wife, and helping her off the examination chair.

"It's bad, but not life-threatening; you came just in time," Dwight says kindly while he fills out the prescription for the antibiotics, "I gave her a shot and took the IUD out, but she must take these. You must stop at the chemist's on your way home and get the pills."

The young man nods frantically and takes the prescription with a shaking hand.

"Thank you, Dr Enys!"

"Plenty of fluids," Dwight adds when Jim stuffs the precious piece of paper into his pocket, "and a lot of rest; Jinny must help the body heal. Come see me in a week. If the pain grows worse, or the fever doesn't break; head straight to the Hospital and have them page me. Tell them you're my patients."

Jinny starts crying softly again, and Jim looks close to tears himself.

"Thank you, Dr Enys!" he says again and helps his wife lean heavily on him for support.

"No need to thank me, Jim; just get better," Dwight says and stands to open the door for them.

After Jinny and Jim Carter leave, and Dwight is sitting again, Demelza opens the door and pops her head into the room.

"Is Jinny going to be alright?" she asks worriedly; Jinny is a childhood mate.

Dwight nods and leans back in his chair.

"With rest and antibiotics she is going to be right as rain," he says and yawns, covering his mouth unsuccessfully, "did you need something?"

Demelza seems a bit uneasy and bites her lower lip anxiously.

"Actually, I need a little favour, darling," she whispers harshly, scrunching up her nose, "Could you possibly squeeze another patient into your hectic schedule? Pens just called, her pill's prescription is outdated, and she's out of birth control. Without those she can't shag that mystery bloke she's seeing, and from the way she goes on about him, the man's a bona fide sex god! Help a girl out, Enys? It will only be two minutes…"

Dwight looks at Demelza, battling the blush that threatens to overtake his face. Pens, or as other mortals call her – Caroline Penvenen- is Demelza's best friend from Uni. The girls, who used to share a flat during the crazy days of their English Lit. BA studies came up with ridicules nicknames for each other, based on their surnames; thus Caroline became known to the world as Pens and Demelza as Cars, and all their friends, Dwight included, became used to the silly names.

Dwight's blush spreads deeper and disappears into the collar of his shirt. Caroline Penvenen is a highly talented girl; among her many talents, is the gift of lying through her nose. Her birth control prescription is most certainly not outdated, and the reason he knows it is because he wrote her a new one only a week ago, when she was actually out of them and needed the pill in order to shag her mystery sex god bloke, who just so happens to be Dwight himself.

Unbeknown to their closest friends, Dwight and Caroline have been sort of a couple for the past six weeks; mostly meeting in secret at the large flat used by Caroline's uncle Ray when he's in Town. Their affair springs upon them suddenly, as if it was waiting to overtake them the moment they met, and they are helpless against it; helpless against their attraction towards one another. Their meetings are full of passion, combustive and consuming, and overpowering to the point of insanity, and Dwight knows that he's already in too deep to escape from this relationship unscathed if Caroline suddenly decides that she's had enough of him. He's almost ready to admit to himself – and to Caroline - that he's unbearably in love with her, but the matter of the secrecy still holds him back. The reason for this sneaking around is that Uncle Ray, the elderly git that raised Caroline since her parents died and who is filthy rich and entitled, thinks that his little girl should date an MP, if not Royalty, and that a middle-class NHS doctor who spends his days elbow deep in other women's vaginas, is simply not good enough for her. Caroline is horribly fond of the dreadful sod and takes special care not to trouble his feeble heart, and so no one must know that she spends her nights in the doctor's arms; least of all Demelza, who will no doubt have trouble controlling her face around Uncle Ray and probably reveal everything with one expression.

Dwight clears his throat and nods.

"Yes, absolutely," he says in a troublingly high voice, "tell her to be here by six, and I'll see her. Not a problem. Yes."

"Dwight, you're a bloody angel," Demelza says benevolently and blows him a kiss, before turning around and closing the door behind her.

Dwight exhales loudly and frowns.

The next hour passes in a troubling haze, and he can barely take heed of his patients and their problems, which is a dreadful problem. He takes a grip of himself halfway through a cervix examination and vows to put Caroline out of his mind until the time she comes to see him. Soon enough, it is 18:00 o'clock and the last patient leaves, and Demelza's soft 'you can go in now, Pens; Dwight's free' puts him on edge –

Caroline walks in and closes the door behind her, smiling wickedly.

Dwight gulps.

"Hello, Dwight," she says quietly, leaning back against the door, "I thought I'd pop in for a quick shag, d'you mind?"

And just like this, all the tension runs out of him, and he snorts in relief.

"Well, then you should have invented something more time consuming than a prescription renewal," he laughs quietly, "Demzi will expect you out in two minutes. I can't make it in two, Caroline."

"Oh," Caroline says and straightens, "well, if that's the problem…"

She turns around, opens the door, and leans out.

"Cars, Dr Enys decided to go for the full-on examination; do you mind waiting for a few? It won't be long."

Dwight rises from the table and moves to stand beside Caroline, his hand sneaking under her blouse and up her back. Demelza seems surprised at 'his decision', but not suspicious.

"Alright," she says, squinting at the clock on the wall, "there's plenty of time. Say, Dwight; we're going to see the new Marvel movie, and then we'll go for a few pints. Want to be a third wheel?"

Dwight hesitates for a moment and stops caressing Caroline's back with his thumb. She turns her head slightly towards him and smiles innocently.

"Yes, do come with us, Dr Enys!"

"Stop referring to him as Dr Enys, Pens!" Demelza admonishes her friend, trying hard not to laugh at the look on Dwight's face, "You're making him uncomfortable! Besides, you always call him 'Dwight', where is this 'Dr. Enys' nonsense coming from?"

"I'm about to show him my cistern, Cars; seems odd to call him 'Dwight' just now." She says cheekily, and he pinches her in retribution. Caroline tries very hard not to squeal and start. Demelza notices this and frowns.

"I'll probably fall asleep during the movie," Dwight says hurriedly, to distract her, "but if you girls don't mind, then, sure; I'll come."

Caroline pushes herself back against his hand and flexes her back muscles lightly.

"We don't mind, do we, Cars?" She asks sweetly, keeping her eyes strictly on her friend. Demelza's gaze turns somewhat predatory.

"Not in the least, Pens," she agrees and props her chin on her hands.

There is a moment of silence, and then Dwight clears his throat.

"Well, in you go; Miss Penvenen," he says rather awkwardly. Caroline turns around, winks at him, and saunters back into his office. He's about to follow her when Demelza calls out to him.

"Be gentle, Dwight," she smiles impishly at him and raises her eyebrows, "Pens is very fragile!"

A loud cry of 'sod off!' echoes from his office and Demelza laughs. Dwight leans in the doorway and smiles innocently.

"I'm always gentle," he says and shrugs, "That's why my Tuesdays are completely booked."

Demelza laughs again, and Dwight ducks his head and enters his office. Caroline sits up on the examination chair and dangles her bare feet like a mischievous child. She raises her head to look at him and bites down on her smile. Dwight closes the door behind him but otherwise doesn't move. Slowly, almost excruciatingly, Caroline pulls up the edge of her skirt, first up one thigh, then up the other; then, just as leisurely, she parts her legs and leans back on the chair with a wicked gleam in her cobalt eyes. Dwight inhales deeply at the sight.

"Come here, Dr Enys," she murmurs, and extends her hand to him, "it was always a fantasy of mine; to find a fit gynaecologist, who looked like a Greek God and could rip off my knickers and ravish me."

Dwight takes a few steps closer and comes to stand between her parted thighs.

"Well, I don't know about the Greek God bit, and it'd be a shame about your knickers," he smiles awkwardly and Caroline giggles, "But I could give the ravishing a go, I suppose."

She sits upright suddenly and catches him by the lapel of his coat, bringing him down to her level and kissing him wildly. Dwight's hands fly to her shoulders, pressing her closer to him, and Caroline's thighs clench around his hips in desperate need.

"Drop your trousers, Dwight," she breathes heavily against his mouth, and presses her palms into his buttocks, "now!"

Dwight fumbles with his belt while clumsily kissing Caroline; missing her mouth, and clashing teeth together. She moans against his lips, and he has to take one of his hands from the important job of opening his bloody trousers to press his fingers against her lips.

"Shhh," he whispers into her ear, "Demelza will hear you. I may be gentle, but nobody moans during my examination!"

He nearly chokes when he feels Caroline take the two fingers at her lips into her mouth and suck on them.

"Oh God," he breathes, and pushes his trousers down his legs, "where have you been all my life?"

Caroline laughs breathlessly and grabs Dwight's hand and guides it to her knickers. Being a bright boy, he understands the hint easily, even through the heavy fog of arousal in his brain, and he tugs the scanty material down Caroline's attractive thighs. She slides down the chair, towards him, and guides him into her effortlessly, and Dwight groans quietly in her ear at the joining, while she gasps into his neck.

"Oh," she breathes, barely audible, "Oh, Dwight; Oh, my –"

They don't have much time, and he's determined to give her pleasure in the little time they do have, so he presses his knowledgeable fingers against her clit and works his magic. Caroline cries out and bites on his shoulder, to stifle the sound. It doesn't take much time - for either of them - and soon both are very close to falling apart.

"Dwight," she cries in his ear, and he adds a little more pressure to his circling fingers, "Oh, Oh Dwi-!"

He follows her soon after, with a sharp little gasp of his own; as she presses his face to her breast and embraces him softly. They stand like this for a few seconds, recovering their breath, before Dwight looks up at Caroline; dishevelled and grinning.

"You couldn't wait, could you?" he asks rather smugly, and she rolls her eyes at him, already combing her fingers through her hair to submit it into a proper form again, "I would have come to see you after work-"

"Uncle Ray's in Town," Caroline interrupts him and scrunches her nose apologetically at his look, "But…" she looks up at him with a hopeful expression, "perhaps you could come to dinner tomorrow night…?"

Dwight, in the process of zipping up his trousers, looks up at her, completely stunned.

"Do you mean –" he asks in astonishment, and she nods sheepishly, a small smile playing on her lips.

"I find that I'm quite tired of secrecy, Dwight," she says and throws her arms around his neck, "I fancy you; you fancy me, right?"

"A bit," he smiles, and she bites her lower lip, rolling her eyes at him again," but won't your uncle through me out of the house?"

Caroline shrugs and pulls Dwight a little closer.

"Oh, he'll live," she sighs dramatically, "I was never going to marry that idiot Unwin anyway," then, leaning in, she mock-whispers in his ear, "he's shit in bed!"

Dwight snorts deliriously and plasters his palm against his lips to smother the sound before it escapes his throat; Caroline's eyes shine at his expression.

"Whereas you, my dear Dr Enys," she sighs and pulls his face towards her, "are a specialist."

"So," he asks against her cheek, "you're dating me for my skills in the bedroom?"

Caroline's left eyebrow arches artfully and her lips part in a witty smile.

"No," she says sweetly and kisses his grinning mouth, "I'm dating you for the hasty pill prescription, the 'skills in bed' bit is just an added bonus."

He laughs quietly and embraces her tightly.

"Let's tell the gang over dinner on Friday," Caroline whispers suddenly against his shoulder, and Dwight's heart begins to race in his chest. He clears his throat.

"I can't wait to see Demzi's face when she finds out that the mysterious sex god is actually me," he laughs awkwardly, his voice breaking slightly at the end of the sentence. Caroline lifts up her face from his shoulder to stare at him; her cheeks are flushed, but she looks at him slyly and cocks her left eyebrow at him.

"I really think it wouldn't shock her as much as you think it would," she says musingly, "you know, if she weren't so completely in love with Ross, she'd defiantly shag you."  

Dwight laughs uncomfortably and shakes his head.

"No, she wouldn't!" he insists, blushing fiercely, and looks away. Caroline presses a few fingers to his jaw and nudges his face back towards her softly.

"Are you mad?" she asks, her smile infectious, "no woman in her right mind will pass on the opportunity to sleep with a man who actually knows where the clitoris is, and what to do with it!"

Dwight laughs again, still embarrassed and flushed, but nonetheless pleased with the complementing mood she's in tonight. He's about to reciprocate with a cute comment about her effect on him when he suddenly remembers his hasty retreat from her uncle's flat this very morning, no explanation offered. Dwight blushes again, this time in shame.

"And if we are on the matter of sleeping…." He begins hesitantly, and reaches with his fingers to stroke her cheek, "I'm sorry I left the flat this morning without saying anything. But I thought...you were still sleeping, and I didn't have the heart to wake you. You looked so peaceful, and I was so very late."

Caroline laughs lightly and turns her head to kiss his fingertips.

"It's alright," she says quietly, "I thought it was something of that sort."

Dwight smiles and continues to stroke his fingers, now against her lips. He's about to lean in for a mind-blowing kiss when an urgent rap on the door causes him to start and jump backwards.

"Oi, come on, you two!" Demelza's muffled voice is sharp against the wooden frame, "Chris Hemsworth and his heavenly abs await! If you want a proper examination, Pens; you can bloody well make a sodding appointment, you cow!"

"Coming!" Caroline cries, her voice trembling with laughter, "let me just put my knickers back on; you impatient arse!"

Dwight has to bite hard on his lip to not cackle like an old crone, his endorphin levels dangerously high; while Caroline tries to make herself presentable. He lifts her undergarments off the floor and presents them to her with a flourish, for which he receives a light punch on the arm and a quick kiss.

Demelza stands outside his office door when they finally emerge some minutes later, her arms folded across her chest and one foot tapping rhythmically on the floor in annoyance. Caroline twists her skirt slightly to shake it out and gives Demelza her most brilliant smile.

"Sorry for the delay, Cars," she says brightly, smoothing her blouse down, "we were busy shagging."

Dwight will remember the look on Demelza's face until the day he dies.

#carolight #dwight enys #caroline penvenen #demelza carne #verity poldark #keren daniel #poldark #au #writing prompt #my fic

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the homegirl @tidsoptlmist tagged us! Thanks babe!  RULE 1: tag at least 9 people you want to get to know better

RULE 2: fill in the categories

APPEARANCE:  A: I’m very short... lol. I have tan skin, brown eyes, and like... thick black hair. Like a horse. Oh! And I have a nose ring :)  V: im short but I'm taller than A >:) , I’m really pale, hazel eyes, and brown hair that I want to dye all different colors again.  PERSONALITY:  A: I’M A BAD BITCH YOU CANT KILL ME! Nah I’m joking. Lmao, honestly I’m so proud of myself for changing the way I have. I would describe myself as confident, intuitive, and sort of an “all or nothing” type. I’m (almost) obnoxiously too loud, outspoken you can say. Overall, I think I’m pretty flexible with everyone I encounter, I get comfortable fast :))) 

V: I’m a perfectionist for starters , but I'm trying to get out of that uhhhh I'm organized, straight forward and very passionate when the topic comes. It takes me a while to get comfortable with people but once you’re in we’re cruising man.  ABILITY:  A: Physical ability wise... lmao I don’t think there’s SHIIITTTT. Can’t sing, dance, nothing really too spectacular.  However, I think writing is my strong suit. I don’t know if this is considered an “ability” but I really do feel like I’m psychic or like... heavily engaged with my spiritual side. Idk, I’m just really into that sort of stuff *laughs nervously* 

V: I can play the drums a lil and Im learning the bass right now. And you can say I have a basic skill in editing videos. 

HOBBIES: 

A: Writing, reading, and I’m finding that I’m picking up painting more! Just tryna get to know my brain ya know what I’m sayin? Physically wise I go to the gym 3-5 times a week 

V: HUGE film and television show fan, I dabble in drawing and painting but most of my creative outbursts stay in my head. And I go to the gym 3-5 times a day (Me and my sis have different routines if you’re wondering lol)

EXPERIENCES:  A: Unfortunately I haven't “experienced” much? Bc when I hear of experience I automatically think of traveling. I’ve been to NJ, Pennsylvania for some fam, and I recently got to stay in San Diego with some friends. I can go deeper with this topic but idk idk idk I don’t wanna make y'all read too much 

V: You guys have no idea how long it took me to answer this but I guess I haven't had many physical experiences but I did have to grow mentally and for that I think I'm more mature than people my age? if that makes sense idk I'm done lol.

MY LIFE:  A: I’m the oldest of 4! 19 if you wanna be exact. I’m in college, I live at home, and I work at an art studio with some friends currently. Just tryna take every day one at a time, tryna grow and prosper and continue onto my path of self love and growth <3 

V: I’m the middle child so you know what I mean by that. Senior in high school just counting the days to get the hell out. Don’t take that the wrong way I love my life in hs but I know there’s more for me out in the world.

RELATIONSHIPS:  A: I’ve been in and out of relationships for literal years now, never giving myself a break and always settling... as of right now i’m veeerrryyy single, and happy to be so, need to get to know myself :)  V: Was in one relationship, went terrible, broke up and single ever since. I'm happy single though so its all good. :) RANDOM STUFF: A: - I’m double jointed! Kinda freaky I know...  - I’m vegetarian, was vegan, but working my way back to it lol - I’ve (well, V and I lol) have moved about 5 times in our lives, we could never really find a place we liked *shrugs*  - I’m heavily into astrology and such. If someone ever wants to talk about manifestation and the cosmos and the power and all that... hmu lol  - I talk waaaaayyyy too fast for my own good. Like some infomercial shit. 

V: I have a great memory for actors and actresses in different films, starting January im going vegan, super into music and fashion so if you want to talk to me about music or fashion hmu, uhhhh I highly have trypophobia get that away from me yikes, and I’m a meme lord . 

We are going to tag...  @punishmedolans @lane-switch-dolan @scuteedolans @e-the-god @grizzlygrayson @rockstardolan @grayson-bailey-dolan-owns-me @g-e-dolan @ethandolxn Some heavy hitters in here, I know... lol, if you’ve been tagged ignore this... or read it... or like idk man let’s be friends hahah 

#dolan twins

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Day6: When their GF sits on their lap and they get a little excited ;)

Oh gosh! I don’t know why these reactions are taking me so long to write! I’m so sorry this is taking so long! I’ll try to pick up my pace, but there are just those days where I feel bleh and well don’t want to do anything....Anyways, enough with my excuses. I’m so happy that I’ve been getting a lot of Day6 reaction request because they need more love and it’s always to write about them! Here is the request from this lovely patient Nonnie :)

Helloooo! Love your blog btw fr you deserve all the hugs😽😽😽 I was wondering if I(or "we" I should say lol) could get a reaction with Day6 in which the reader is sitting in the members lap and then the boys get a little flustered...? If you know what I mean....

Sungjin

This grandpa bear would love that you wanted to sit on his lap. Low key, he loves cuddling with you, but since he was in the middle of band practice he had to hold his cuddles to himself. A playful little smile would spread on his face as you nestled in his lap as he was tuning his guitar. He would rest his chin on your shoulder, enjoying your warmth as he would playfully tease you about gaining weight. You would playfully wiggle your butt on his lap to show how heavy you were really were. At first he would think that was the cutest little action ever, until he felt the front of his jeans began to tighten. His eyes would go wide, looking to side to side as if to see if he was caught with a boner. He would be mentally praying that you wouldn’t notice long enough for him to calm down. Fortunately and unfortunately for him you were a caring, sweet girlfriend and noticed that his hands had stopped tuning the guitar, causing you to scoot back on his lap, turn around, and ask him what’s wrong.

“Hey why did you stop…*feels something poking your butt*...tuning?”

“I-it’s not what you think Jagi.” *Stare at you wide-eyed

*“Ooooh sooo Mr. Sungjin here doesn’t have an erection? *Smirks*

”*Quickly covers your mouth with his hands* “Shhh! Don’t say it out loud!”

“So you do admit it?” *Wiggles your butt more, grinding against his bulge* Do you?”

“This is revenge about saying you’ve gained weight isn’t it *Slightly glares at you*”

“Maybe~” *Smiles at him innocently*

“*Whispers* Then keep going if you dare, Jagi, cause when we get back home I promise that I’ll have a much more sweeter revenge all night long.”

Jae

Master of swag here would definitely tease you when you asked to sit on his lap while the guys were taking a lunch break during practice. He isn’t much of a skinship, touchy feely guy, but when it came to you he made exceptions. But you had to work for it. It wouldn’t be until you pouted and jokingly threatened to sit on Dowoon’s lap instead that he would tug on your arm and pull you on his lap. You would giggle at his actions and simply nuzzle closer to him. All was good and peaceful until he notice a friend down south of him had woken up. He wouldn’t say a word, or acknowledge the boner you caused. Well he would at least try to until he calmed down anyways. He would play it off and act as if nothing had happened as you to munched on chicken wings….that is until you pointed out. You can bet 100% he would pretend keep this act going until you either dropped the subject or his boner went away. Whichever came first.

“Uhhhh Jae? What is poking me?” *Raises an eyebrow*

“It’s nothing, babe. Probably my phone, ya know the smartphones are getting bigger and bigger these days.” *Chuckles and tries to play it off*

“Really now? A phone….on your crotch….” *Smirks*

“Uh….yeah? Don’t judge where I put my phone, girl.” 

“I’m judging that you’re trying to play off your boner as a phone, bae.” *Giggles and teasingly pokes his cheek* 

“I knew me sitting on your lap made you secretly happy. I just didn’t think I made you that happy”

*Whispers* “Keep talking, hun, cause as soon as we get home I’m gonna put my ‘phone’ in your charger slot.” 

*Tries to contains laughter* “Did you just make a dirty line using phones?”

“Yes, and you know you love it.” *Smirks before both of you burst into laughter.

Young K

Mr. Why-does-everyone-call-me-Brian would adore you sitting in his lap. It was where you would usually sit any ways, so when you took your rightful place as he was munching on a snack and working on a new song, he paid no mind and hummed as he nuzzled into your neck. You would simply giggle at his actions and run your fingers through his hair as you glanced down at the song he was working on. You loved seeing his work, and his working face. It was always so serious and sexy, but every now and then you would see little flashes of sweet smiles and glee when he worked on a part he really liked. You adored seeing the many faces of Brian Kang, but this time you managed to see a new expression on his face. YoungK’s eyes became as wide as dinner plates when he realized he had gotten a little too excited with you sitting on his lap. It had been a while since the two of you had spent time together with him working on songs for Day6’s monthly comeback. He knew he missed you, but he didn’t think he was that deprived of you. Initially he would be frozen, but then he realized that there was no point of hiding the obvious so he would just go with the flow. 

“Um, so it looks like someone has missed me.” *Giggles as you wrap your arms around his neck*

“I always miss you, Jagi,.” *grins and pecks your cheek* 

“I just rrrreeeeaaaalllllyyyy miss you in my arms,” *Pecks your nose* 

“Hearing your voice” *Pecks your lips* “Hearing you scream my name.”

“Brian!” *Playfully slaps his chest, only causing him to laugh*

“Haha just like that!” *Teasingly pokes your cheek*

“You just won’t let me live will you.” *Sighs*

“I won’t let you walk either once I’m done with you.” *Smirks against your skin as he peppers your neck with kisses*

Wonpil

This sweet little ball of fluff would be sooooo overjoyed that you sat on his lap. This cutie obviously loves to cuddle and have skinship so as soon as you sat on his lap during your guys’s lazy day he would wrap you in his arms with a big grin on his face. You were his little ball of sunshine and flowers so he always wanted to have you in his arms. You two would simply look at each other and simply giggle at each other, knowing exactly what was each other’s mind without saying a word. This innocent, precious scene would be broken when Wonpil felt an uninvited guest in his pants. He didn’t think this would happen at all. The two of you were always touchy feely, but the long time away from each other as he worked on Day6’s new songs made him a bit more sensitive than usual. You could tell immediately what had happened by the sight of Wonpil’s bright red cheeks. You would simply giggle at this adorable, slightly odd cutie. He would bury his face into your shoulder, smiling away with embarrassment and blaming his his princess for making him this way.

“Jagi-ah~, it's your fault. I’m suppose to be a knight in shining armor.”

“Haha is that the concept for today?” *giggles* “My knight in shining armor must miss his princess veeerrryyy much.”

“I miss you all the time.” *looks up at you and grins* “You’re just extra beautiful today so that’s why I got a little..uh…”

“Excited?” *Raises an eyebrow*

“Y-yeah…” *Shy smile*

“Do you want me to help you with that?” *Blushes*

“Yes please….” *Blushes, but still sweetly grins*

Dowoon

This adorable, dopey 4D puppy would gladly welcome you with open arms as you snuggled into his lap. He would chuckle as he held you in his arms, the both of you swaying to the beat of Day6’s new songs. The two of you would talk about nothing and everything all at the same time. The other members always wondered how the two of you did that. It was a special skill that only the two of you shared. The conversation would come into a small lull as Dowoon felt his pants suddenly tighten. A flash of confusion would go over his face as to what the heck would cause for his pants to tighten, that is until all the pieces in his brain came together. His mouth would be agape for a moment, causing you to giggle and wonder what was wrong. You realized the problem when you scooted further back into his lap, feeling something to poke your bottom. Your eyes would go wide for a moment as you turned to look at Dowoon whose cheeks were dusted with blush and an awkward lopsided grin was on his face. 

“Um...Dowoonie….is that…” *Raises an eyebrow*

“Uh...yes?” *Tilts his head slightly*

“Are you not sure?” *Giggles*

“I’m sure. I mean I’m pretty sure.” *Grins*

“I’m glad to see that you miss me then.” *chuckles*

“I always 24 hours a day, 400 days a year.” *Snuggles into you*

“Haha Dowoonie, there are only 365 days a year!” *Breaks out into laughter*

“I’m adding 35 more days so that I can miss you more.” *Grins*

“Haha that doesn’t even make sense, but it’s cute,” *pecks his nose* “Well then let me show me how much I miss you.” *Winks*

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