#Sorry but mentor/mentee relationships get me going

[irithnova]

Not to go insane over Sakha and Evenkia on main again but 🤤

From what I've read there's some differences in when researchers believe the Evenk came in and began making language contributions to the Sakha language, (though I am learning towards the school of thought that the influence began at the earliest formation of the Sakha people. Wow Sakha looks so young and lost Evenkia you need to help him-) but it's really interesting to know that it wasn't just a one way exchange as there is a "presence of archaic forms of the Yakut language in Evenk vocabulary."

I know I've posted about their relationship before but I love mentor/student relationships so bear with me. I think it's quite cute that Evenkia also adopted certain things from Sakha, kind of like a "I can still teach you a few things, old man" type of situation. All of this going on whilst Evenkia was helping him piece together and be able to make sense of the world around him and most importantly, how to articulate it. Not just with how to understand practical things like different types of flowers or whatnot but also to understand the essence of life itself through the spreading of the Olonkho epic of the different levels of the world and the Gods etc etc.

Of course Evenkia wasn't the only person to influence Sakha but from what I've been reading he was a major one. Nowadays I think Sakha is moreso helping Evenkia out with things ("Evenkia if you want this done you need to stop being so blunt-") LMAO and even if he finds it somewhat annoying at times there's still that part of him that is reminded of those days.

[baronessvonglitter]

All Through the Night

Agent Whiskey x f! junior agent!reader

Word count: 4.4K

Summary: after it's made clear that you're not welcome as a Junior Agent for the Statesman organization, Whiskey takes you under his protection for an unforgettable night

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, mentor/mentee relationship, forbidden relationship, vandalism, nightmares, 'only one bed', first time, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, no use of y/n

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When you're first introduced to your mentor Agent Whiskey, you're not sure if you'll get along with him. With others he seems friendly, casual, laid-back, flirtatious even. But with you he takes on a sterner tone, as if he's closed off, and from the moment you're paired up as mentor and mentee, he treats you with nothing more than solemnity. Throughout your training he doesn't praise you as you honestly wish he would, just gives a curt nod, arms crossed, mouth set in a firm line, eyes giving nothing away.

It doesn't really help that you come from a rival agency, igniting all kinds of rumors. None of the other trainees get close to you. You find it pointless to try to change their minds. You've been alone most of your life, so why try to make friends now? Especially when you're in competition with each other.

You rise through the ranks quickly, an apt pupil and adroit agent. With each test you pass with flying colors, you expect something more from Jack Daniels himself to show he's proud of your progress, even just a smile, a pat on the shoulder, but he remains as unmoved as ever.

The day comes when you're given your official agent name, and in a flurry of excitement you rush to claim yours, only for your expression to turn quizzical when you hear what your new alias is. "What the hell is a Gimlet?" you finally ask as you burst into your mentor's office.

Jack glances up at you quickly, obviously in the middle of an important call, and tells the other line he'll call them back. You pick up on the ghost of a smile that passes his lips before he catches himself and turns serious again.

"Sorry," you tell him. "Is everything okay?"

He nods. "Classified information," is all he says. But you see the look of worry in his eyes, the way he casts his gaze upon you, you can't tell if he wants you to stay or needs you to leave.

"Was Gimlet your idea?" you accuse him, trying to lighten the mood.

"Nope. Wasn't my idea." As usual your heart does a triple beat at the sound of his deep voice, the Southern twang. Lately you've realized you've developed a little crush on him, but your education and your training are paramount at this point in your life. You can't be thinking about him this way, even though it's a hard feeling to suppress.

Uninvited, you sit on the edge of his desk, waiting for him to command you to get off. He doesn't. "Sounds like a Lord of the Rings character.. Gimlet.." you do a raspy little monster voice, and Jack crooks his eyebrow, looking like he wants to explode in laughter. "Sorry we can't all be as cool as Whiskey," you grin. "Oh, see that frown? Now that's what I call a Whiskey Sour."

He glares at you with mock severity and you take this moment to try to mess with him a little, to get him to open up.

"No-go on the Whiskey Sour, got it. How about 'Ten Gallon'? 'Billy the Kid'? 'Butch Cassidy?'" Teasing him is so much fun simply because you know he's an easy target, and it's as close as you've come to flirting with him.

He sighs in defeat. "You're thinking of 'Gimli.' From Lord of the Rings."

You shake your head, a smile bursting onto your lips. "Nerd."

"You really want me to lose this fight, don't you?"

"You've already lost, Roy Rogers." You playfully flick the brim of his hat.

A noticeable blush shows on his face as he straightens his hat, and as he clears his throat he adjusts himself in his chair. "So. You're using all the western ones, huh?"

"It's on theme, wouldn't you agree?"

He holds back a smirk. "Don't you have a codebreaking class to be in soon?" He stands up from his chair, adjusting his the waistband of his jeans, inadvertently drawing your attention to that area. Maybe you're imagining it, but it looks as though he's trying to hide the bulge evidencing his excitement.

Reluctantly you take the hint, getting off his desk. "So you're not going to tell me what that call was about? Shouldn't I be in the loop?"

Jack looks like he wants to spill the beans, his lips part as if to speak, and you can't help but imagine how soft those lips would feel against yours, what the slide of his tongue into your mouth would taste like. "All I can tell you is we're bumping up security on you. It's one of those 'the less you know, the better' type of deals, sweetheart."

It's the first time he's ever used a pet name for you and it sends the butterflies in your stomach in a frenzy. "Are you sure?" you ask, taking one more step towards him.

You hear him exhale, his dark brown eyes flickering with doubt. The moment between you feels like it could change everything. "I'm sure," he says at last.

You nod and start to leave, glad that at least a little progress had been made in that you got him to crack a smile.

"It's a cocktail," he says, and you turn back to look at him. "A gimlet.. it's made with gin, lime juice, and sugar."

A smile grows on your lips. "Sounds delicious.. but I really would prefer something cooler like 'French 75' or 'Absinthe.'"

"Adios, Junior Agent Gimlet.." Arms crossed, he signals it's time for you to skedaddle.

As you leave he can't help looking at your ass, the gentle sway of your hips. He's imagined all kinds of things since the day you were partnered with him, and he's managed to sequester those feelings from the way he's supposed to treat you. Times when you sought him out for his esteem, his recognition, he only fractioned it, hoping to keep the boundaries between you, make it easier on him to deny what he feels, but it's only made it worse.

Truth is, he's not only proud of you, but you've managed to get to him like no one has before. It's not just a protectiveness he feels towards you, but something deeper has grown. He hates to admit this to himself. And now, just before you made your animated entrance into his office, he was informed about a problem the agency was facing, one he couldn't share with you, at least not yet. Hell, even telling you to be careful would just set you on alarm, so he has to pretend everything is fine while you're unaware. While he's well aware you can handle your own, he just wants to keep you out of harm's way.

The rest of the day you can't help noticing that he's there, nearby. He's there when you're at lunch in the dining area, when you're studying in the library, when you're at weapons training. Not that you mind at all. You approach him towards the end of the day as you're headed back towards your dorm. "You're my security detail, aren't you?"

"You figured that out pretty quick."

"You're not exactly stealthy," you smirk.

"That stings, darlin'. But I'm not supposed to be stealthy. Just need to keep you safe."

"You're still not going to tell me why?"

He just shakes his head as he walks you to your room.

You sigh. "Are you going to stay out here all night? Like a guard or something?"

"If that's what I have to do."

It should bother you that you don't have much privacy, that your every move is going to be monitored. You assume it has something to do with your previous agency, but there's a small part of you that lacks the courage to address it. Looking at Jack, you wonder if he suspects you of wrongdoing, or if he's simply following orders.

"Good night then," you shrug. "Just remember: you'd be bored without me." Playfully sticking your tongue at him you slip inside your room.

"I'd go insane without you," he whispers just as your door clicks shut.

Not a few seconds later, he hears you calling his name, and he rushes inside to find you frozen, staring at your ransacked room. Upended furniture, your personal belongings thrown and scattered around. Drawers emptied and tossed aside. Your bed torn apart, your mirrors broken.

Questions form in your mouth but die on your lips. You have no idea who and even less idea of why. Jack immediately jumps into action, calling for a full sweep of the room for any evidence the intruder or intruders may have left behind. Meanwhile, feeling helpless, you stand out in the hallway, arms folded over your chest as the security team hurries in to investigate. You're asked to come in to check if anything was stolen, but seeing the few precious items you have still intact in your hiding place, you come to the conclusion that whoever did this was just out to scare you.

"Do they usually do things like this?" you mumble as Jack waits with you in the hallway. Some of the other junior agents are peeking out to see what's going on, and upon seeing your death glare they go back inside their dorms. "Seems petty to initiate someone by doing something so cruel."

"Sweetheart, I don't think it was no initiation," he says. "I'm pretty sure you don't think that either."

It finally catches up to you, the loneliness you've suppressed, the emotions you've had to swallow because you wanted your work to be your life. The friends you didn't make have now all turned to possible enemies. It's the loneliest feeling you've ever had.

"I'm not gonna let anything happen to you," Jack tells you, and to your surprise he kisses your forehead. "I'm here. And I'm not letting you out of my sight."

You nod, grateful for his assuring words. "I thought I didn't care, but I just hate feeling so unwanted here," you swallow the tears that threaten to fall, having kept strong for so long.

Watching you like this is a dagger to his heart. You're usually so upbeat, so full of sass, and this incident bringing you this low really breaks him. He wipes your tears away. Your fear is normal, and even though he can't promise to remove it completely, he wants to at least make you feel a little better. "This is why I don't want.. just the thought of you being in danger.."

Your eyes grow wide as you stamp down the hope that he's speaking from anything more than a mentor standpoint. "Danger is what you're training me for.. why don't you want me near it?"

Jack clenches his jaw. He doesn't want to admit what goes against all rational thought, against all logic. He's protective because of how he feels about you. When did he become such a weak fool? He inhales and exhales slowly, hardening his features to hide his emotions. "I just don't like the thought of you getting hurt."

All you can do is absorb this information and store it away to think about another day. "I don't want to stay in there. The whole room feels.. violated." You cross your arms, shivering.

His mouth is dry as he asks, "Do you want to come spend the night in my room? It's safe, no one's getting in there. I'll keep watch the entire night."

Blinking, you grasp what he's offering. "Only if it's really okay with you."

"Your room is so you," you compliment, looking at the decor as Jack brings you inside his room. "Very masculine. Very John Wayne." The walls are decorated with buffalo prints and mounted longhorn steer antlers, and above you there are wooden ceiling beams, which draw your attention to the adobe fireplace in the corner of the room. Both woven and cowhide rugs lay at various places on the floor. You take from him the bundle of clothing and hygienic necessities you brought from your room and go into his restroom to quickly change and wash up for the night.

"So, where should I sleep?" you ask, emerging from the restroom.

"You take the bed," he says gruffly. "I'll take the sofa," he says, already making himself comfortable.

"You're sure?" You start to feel bad for disrupting his peace.

"Of course I'm sure. Where else you gonna sleep? The closet?"

You laugh a little, starting to feel more at ease. "In that case.." you tentatively climb into his bed, done in western prints, the headboard made of brown leather.

He watches you get into his bed. There's a certain gracefulness to the everyday action. Damn if everything about you doesn't arouse him. He has to take a deep breath to keep himself grounded. But it's his bed you're getting into, your skin touching his sheets, your head resting on his pillow. He clenches his jaw.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" you ask.

"I can stay awake all night if I have to. Make sure you're safe."

"Whiskey, you don't have to do that.."

A little smile crosses his lips. "Then I'll sleep once you're asleep."

"Once I'm asleep just get in with me. This is your room and I'm not going to kick you out of your own bed."

His heart beats double-time at your suggestion. There's no way she can possibly mean that he tells himself. "I'm fine here," he says, nearly choking on his words.

You nod against his pillow, which has his scent. "Well if you change your mind.. this mattress is heavenly." You close your eyes and shift your hips so you can lay on your side.

Damn it. That isn't something he needs to hear. He doesn't need your voice to sound so damn alluring like that. The way your hips roll as you shift position is sending his mind to places he doesn't need to go right now. He takes his eyes off you just to alleviate the flow of blood to his dick, which is already pretty hard.

It's late when he realizes you're finally deeply asleep. From where he rests on the sofa he watches you sleep, admires your beauty in the dim light of the room. He doesn't realize he's also fallen asleep until he hears you cry out in your sleep, your body tossing about. He jolts awake and goes to you, wraps his arms around you as if to shield you from your nightmares. "Sweetheart, wake up," he says gently. "I've got you."

You wake, shivering, your nightmare still looming large in your mind's eye until Jack's soothing embrace eases you back to reality. "It was so real," you mutter, taking a gulp of water from a glass that he offers you. "Would you.. would you get in with me? I just need to be held right now."

He hesitates only a moment before getting in on the other side of the bed. You slide over to make room, then scoot back towards him, allowing him to pull you close with his arm around you.

And damn it if he doesn't love the way you feel against him.

Not asleep yet, you let your body get into a comfortable place, basking in the warmth of his body, your hands resting on his, settled just below your chest. Without thinking about it, you trace the outlines of his fingers, his hands much larger than yours. His other hand is just above your hip, warm, pleasant.

Actually, 'pleasant' is too gentle a word to describe it. It's an intimate touch without being too forward. So many intrusive thoughts come to your mind. And in this rare moment of closeness, you let them win.

Closing your eyes you take a deep, silent breath as you take his hand from your hip and lead it lower, beneath the hem of your pajama shorts. Jack gives a little growl, indulging in the feel of your soft, smooth skin against his fingertips. "We shouldn't be doin' this," he whispers as his hand stills. You can feel the thumping of his heartbeat against your back. "We're breaking a lot of rules right now, just bein' here like this."

You can't help feeling a little guilty. You got yourself into this mess and all he did was try to pull you out. And now you were just a huge inconvenience, apart from also being a huge temptation. "No one would know but us," you tell him, turning on your side to face him. "I know you're my mentor, but I'm not a child. I want this."

He's quiet a moment, looking into your eyes, and for a moment you fear he will reprimand you, turn you down. It would be the worst embarrassment you can imagine. But then he leans in and kisses you, softly at first then with more pressure, and your lips part for his tongue as yours presses against his.

His hands make their way down your body, trailing across your skin as if you're the most delicate thing he's ever seen. Your hips rise up, inviting his touch, and damn it if he isn't ready to just rip your clothes off. Your body buzzes with exhilaration as Jack presses kisses down your neck, your chest, all the way down to give a kiss on your hip. "Is this okay?" he asks, breath shallow as his eyes search yours.

"Yes," comes your whimpering reply, and your breath hitches in your throat when he traces the border where your pajama shorts meet your thigh, and he slowly pulls them down. You arch your back, lifting your hips to help him, and your panties and shorts come off in one go as he slides them down your thighs until he removes them completely.

"I want to see all of you," he whispers, and you nod, pulling up your top, completely exposed to him. You watch him with wide eyes, awaiting his reaction.

Jack licks his lips, looking as though he could devour you. But he takes his time, his fingers slowly tracing up your torso, gently cupping your breasts and grazing his thumb across your nipples. Your sweet little gasp sends sparks firing in his eyes. "You're so sensitive to my touch," he whispers, as if witnessing a miracle. He laps his tongue over each bud, pursing his lips around it and groaning in need as you moan, lifting your hips to his. Even through his night clothes he can feel your heat, your moisture. "I need to taste you," he growls.

"Wait," you whisper. "I need to tell you.. I've never done this before."

This is something he doesn't expect. You always seem so sure of yourself, so direct in what you want, that he never would have thought you'd be inexperienced. "You really want me to be your first?" he asks, growing excited at the prospect of being with you.

"I want this.. with you," you assure him. "There's no one I trust more."

That's all he needs to hear from you. You're giving yourself to him, trusting him. "That means the world to me," he tells you. And with that, he doesn't hesitate. His hands move down your waist, across your hips and between your thighs. Spurred on by your shuddering sigh, he traces your slick folds with his fingertips until you beg him to finally touch you deeper. He eases two fingers in and out, his thumb tracing circular motions over you clit, barely restraining a growl as you eagerly clamp down on his digits. He watches, rapt, as you bite your lip to keep from moaning. He wants to give you more, to make you see stars while he's showing you what it can be like between lovers.

You feel like a god damn queen the moment he slips further down between your legs, gently raising them and getting himself settled. Heart hammering wildly, you gasp as you feel his tongue on your clit, gently sweeping over the sensitive flesh as he continues to work his fingers in and out. On a gasp your fingers grab his hair, causing him to growl and cup your butt with both hands as he resumes his attention on you, tongue flicking over your clit, along your folds, dipping into your crease, lapping up your sweet honey as if he's never going to have another meal ever again. Your blood grows hot and you're unable to even think of anything else but the burgeoning pleasure, and just when you think you might explode from need, the sweet, pulsing feeling takes over. You cry out loud, quivering as Jack makes you come.

He pulls away slowly once you're done, pressing gentle kisses on the insides of your thighs, working his way back up your body with his lips. "You okay there, darlin'? Need a minute to collect yourself?"

You nod, laughing a little, on the verge of giggles because your body has just experienced something so wonderful. "I'm good.. I'm perfect.." you manage to say, and there's a light in your eyes that affirms this.

"You are perfect, we are in agreement on that," he smiles, tucking a stray strand of hair away from your face, still flushed from your orgasm.

"Jack," you whisper, using his given name for the first time. "I'm ready.. I want you."

There's a delicious urgency as you help him remove his night clothes. His masculine build exceeds anything you have fantasized about him. His chest is broad with a sprinkling of light brown hair on his chest, and more of that curly hair leads from his navel down to his cock, which he encourages you to touch. It's thick, warm, heavy in your hand, growing more firm with each little stroke you give him.

You both have a need required to be met, but Jack wants to do this slowly, to build it up and make it the best possible experience for you. He has a strong desire to tear into you but he restrains himself, opting instead to kiss you softly, pressing himself to your warmth. He wants you to be a complete puddle for him to take care of once he's finished with you.

As he explores your body you explore his, running your hands over his muscled arms and back, savoring every part. You whimper as he pulls you closer, and your heart gallops. Before he loses himself in the moment, Jack reaches into his bedside drawer for a condom and carefully puts it on, then goes back to kissing you, gently nudging your thighs apart to make room for him. "If you want to stop, tell me," he says to you, and you reply with a kiss, eagerly bringing your body to his and he has no other thought in his head than to make you his once and for all.

Your eyes lock with his as he presses forward, easing himself in just a little at a time. Jesus, the pressure is so sweet, he's only an inch or so in and already he's stretching you. "I'm gonna take it easy with ya, cowgirl," he whispers, pulling out then easing back in, wanting you to be as wet as possible so you can take all of him. Your sweet, sharp little intakes of breath let him know you're feeling good, that you need more, and with each stroke he goes in deeper, until you're completely filled with him, as if you've needed him this way forever, as if you'd been born just to be his.

"You feel so good," you tell him, placing a kiss upon his neck, the skin of his throat rosy with the labor of holding back.

He sighs. eyes closed then open again because he wants to see you laid out beneath him this way. "God, you feel so right.." He moves his hips against you in slow, fluid movements, and in turn you take more of him into you, giving him a home within you. Jack's lips move over yours, then nuzzle your neck, tracing circular patterns over your breasts and back again, while your hands explore his broad shoulders, his brawny arms and the steady pacing of the pistoning of his hips driving against yours as the euphoria within your heart swells. "There's my good girl.. ah, such a tight fit.. but you're so nice and wet for me.."

"More," you gasp, nails lightly scratching on his back, and he gives you just that, taking your breath away as your bodies move together, quickly, towards your common goal. The electricity grows between you, the sweet, sweet friction doubles in your efforts, eliciting desperate moans and sweet gasps. Jack can feel the tension growing within you, the excitement building up to its greatest height. Jack whispers, "That's it, my sweet darlin', come for me.. oh I can feel you squeezin' all around me.." You whisper his name in a frenzy of desire, whisper it like a prayer as you feel the pleasure climb higher and higher. Without warning you shatter beneath him, crying out as you come.

Your sounds are the most divine music ever played. He can no longer hold back, gaining momentum as he brings himself to the tipping point, burying his face in your neck when he comes, releasing with a satiated exhale. You hold onto him, both of you trying to catch your breath, and you press a kiss to his shoulder. He looks up and smiles at you. "You doin' okay, darlin'?" he asks. His body is still but he remains inside of you, wanting to keep the feeling a little longer.

"I think I can die happy having experienced that with you," you sigh, tracing the outline of his jaw.

"You're too sweet," he shakes his head, grinning like a fool as he kisses your lips. "And I'd be more than happy to do that again and again.."

"Oh?" Your heart jumps for joy. "I suppose I could find time for that to happen," you tease him.

Jack smiles and nibbles on your neck. "Good, because I can think up a few other things to try."

You blush, despite still being naked and entangled with him. "What kinds of things?"

"Things like new positions, new places.. maybe once you're comfortable you'll let me tie you down and give you a little tease.." he smirks. "You know, just a few thoughts," he says casually with a gleam in his eye before kissing you gently.

"Holy hell," you whisper, utterly turned on again as you return his kiss. "I can't wait.."

dividers by @saradika-graphics 👑

[ressioo]

can i ask for your thoughts about sunstone as a ship and their dynamic 🥺

Sorry for taking a while, words hard

God. Sunstone. Both in regular canon and SolarFlare they're absolute cringefails to me. The latter just hide it better. Gonna be talking about canon for the most part here

Under the cut because wall of text lmao

Honestly canon sunstone is pretty tragic? Its two flawed people making every single bad decision, and eventually losing eachother as a result. By the time they actually Think and realise what they both did wrong, its much too late to apologise and make things right

I think that if the circumstances were different they'd be able to have a really good, wholesome relationship

Maybe if Pebbles was less desperate to find the triple affirmative. Maybe if the situation before Moons collapse was less tense, if Suns contacted him earlier. If Suns had thought a little harder about the consequences of sending that gold pearl, if they were a little less weak for him, less indulgent. 

I suppose that hindsight is everything. They both regret what happened between them. Especially at the end there. 

Okay now for less depressing shit lmao

Their relationship was purely mentor/mentee for a little while and slowly turned into a very close friendship. They both enjoy art, poetry and music and share many views, which they bonded over. And while Suns might not share the same love for history that he has, they're more than willing to listen. And maybe go out of their way to find out new tidbits for him if they can

They never confess, i don't think. They both develop feelings, but Pebbles is too busy to pay much attention to it and Suns just doesn't quite have the nerve to do anything except hint at it. Though this Does end in them sending him a personalised ring via Spearmaster. Which. Is basically a marriage proposal. At least by Ancient standards.

Pebbles doesn't realise this, mostly because that is a tradition practiced purely by the People. And since he's not exactly aware or paying attention to his own feelings he doesn't clock it for what it is.

He does send them back a ring though. Basically treating it like exchanging friendship bracelets or something 💀 Suns about has a heart attack. From what they know he doesn't share their feelings, and they're too much of a coward to inform him about what the gesture meant, so. They end up unofficially officially married. And then unofficially divorced once the second pearl reaches him in Spearmaster's campaign

Pebbles finally gets his shit together sometime during Arti's campaign. She brings back a pearl about marriage traditions and it suddenly clicks for him. Not really the best time to find out, honestly. What with everything going on. Not even truly Finding Out, since he can't actually ask them if thats what the whole thing meant. 

They never speak again, and neither gets closure about it. They both keep their rings though.

-

Now a little bit about SolarFlare specifically because they actually get together and meet in person in that! Wont be able to say too much without brain getting on my case for revealing too much though lmao. SF sunstone are Extremely exaggerated in their everything, so obviously not saying canon compliant off the string would be quite like this 🙏

They dont become a thing until they've actually met in person, though the line between being close and being Close was blurred for a bit before this point

Pebbles is the one that says something first, and they become official after that

They're like,, really abnormal about eachother. Like its genuinely obsession for them. They be jealous and posessive and codependent as hell. Both of them. Its not healthy, but they are genuinely really happy with eachother. Kinda made for eachother in that way. They're eachother's favourite people and they Will make it other people's problem

End up marrying at some point (after having an actual conversation about it this time), and its both because they wanna show love and devotion but also because they're very about it being a way to claim eachother. And that being visible to others

I love them and their weird relationship

[opluffys]

Mentor + Mentee-

-first part-

pls let me know if there are any errors or if this copied weird. you don’t have to read the first part to understand this, but it helps set the scene a bit :). pls enjoy <3

tags- cunnilingus, blow jobs, rough sex, toxic relationship, praising, size difference, fem reader.

6k words.

-Ghost x Reader x Price-

-nsfw/smut-

As you trailed behind Ghost, your thoughts ran like the wildest child. Why couldn't you ever stand your ground? Just tell him no, for once? He pulled you in with his brashness, commanding you in a way that was impossible for you to say anything but an affirmation.

"You really couldn't wait until the morning? I'm fucking tired." You huffed, exhaustion and sass lacing your tone.

He didn't acknowledge your fulminations, instead, he made longer and quicker strides, forcing you to walk faster in order to catch up with him. Little things like these, his own cruel tests to see just how far you'd go just to listen to him, it adds up. It takes a toll on you, more so your mental state rather than physical. Though, the times where you couldn't make it out of bed due to his roughness had been displeasing, too.

The two of you continued to walk the narrow corridors in an odd and off putting silence. Your office had been passed, and so had his bunk. He didn't tell you where he wanted to take you, and now, nervousness wracked your senses.

Maybe he didn't want you anymore..?

No, fuck, you couldn't handle that. You'd rather him use you as a warm body than to just dump you to the side, looking for another suitable individual. You took that spot, and you wore it with pride.

He suddenly stopped, and you had been right behind him, not having the guts to look at even his clothed back. You opted to face the ground, chewing the soft flesh of the inside of your cheek. Whatever happens, you had a feeling it wasn't good.

Ghost raised a gloved hand, knocking at the wooden door. You heard a gruff 'one minute' come from the other side. You couldn't quite recognise the voice on the other side due to the barrier of the door, but it sounded vaguely familiar.

After a few seconds, the door swung open, and out came both Soap and Gaz, lightly conversing with one another. They sounded exhausted.

"Hey doc!" Soap beamed at you, sounding ecstatic to see you. He was going to talk more before getting elbowed by Gaz and a harsh 'shut up, idiot!' getting thrown his way. You looked up at the two, and couldn't hold back your laugh once you'd seen three lollipops in each of their mouths. You wondered how these two were so serious in the field, yet reckless when at base.

"Didn't think we'd see you here, uh," Gaz stilled, thinking of an excuse before Soap cut in. "Sorry, we just really like the kind you get." He was an honest man, and he actually looked apologetic.

You waved them off, "You two are the only ones who eat them, anyway." You giggled, something only reserved for their boyish antics. They thanked you profusely, greeting their lieutenant before running off. You heard Gaz rebuke Soap as they made their way back to their bunks.

Wordlessly, Ghost walked in and left you right outside by yourself. You could run off, back to the inviting slab that you called a bed. You could just go and never look at him again, tell your medic to treat him so you wouldn't need to make contact with him, either. You were so tired of these complex feelings, unrequited and feeling like poison in your mind.

Yet, you shadowed right after him, like the idiotic and strangely acquiescent thing you were.

When you'd entered the room, you couldn't help the alleviated breath that had left you. You'd seen Price sat at his desk, fountain pen looking tiny in his big hands. Your mind was wandering, this man was your boss, you shouldn't be thinking about him in such a lecherous fashion.

But, oh, he was so kind to you. He'd call you the sweetest names, praise you endlessly while you'd patch him up. You wanted him to do so similarly while you sat atop him, taking him inside of you while he'd be so nice to you. He'd probably take his time with you, break you open inch by-

"Good, you brought 'er."

His thickened accent and gruff voice broke you away from you dirtied thoughts. And instead, you began to question why he'd wanted to see you in his own office. You'd never been here before, usually, he'd be the one to come to you.

Ghost said nothing, standing deathly still as his wide and impressive physique mimicked a marbleised statue, carved with care and love. The pure antithesis of what he had been internalised.

Price gestured for you to stand next to him, and told Ghost to take a seat right in front of the two of you. He hesitated, and it had finally struck you that he too had absolutely no clue on why the two of you had been summoned to Price's office.

"I told you to sit down, lieutenant." He sounded aggravated, yet eerily calm. His voice rumbled like the most devastating storm, and the two of you had been caught right in the midst of it.

Ghost didn't need Price to pull rank on him, he took a seat, spreading his large legs to get comfortable. You turned away, not wanting to look at him for too long, for fear of what would begin to brew in your mind.

Price then stood, pushing his swivel chair into the space between the mahogany desk. You crossed your arms over your chest, yearning to cover yourself in any way possible. You wanted to pull an invisible curtain over yourself, disappearing from their view.

And although you were used to being in a rather close vicinity to your superior, this felt off. It wasn't in a clinical setting, you weren't fixing him up, it was something that had been deemed unprofessional in your eyes.

But when did you care about keeping up appearances?

His office space was quiet, save for the cool rumbles of a tiny fan in the corner, puffing out air as fast and as strong as it could. The three of you seemed frozen, unmoving as time continued to tick, one cursed second at a time.

"Sorry t'call ya in like this, sweetheart." Price spoke, not missing the way you jolted at hearing him so suddenly. He instinctively wrapped a heavy arm around you, pulling you closer against him. At first, you stiffened against him, he was so warm, like a personal furnace warming your freezing skin. But, when you'd seen Ghost's stare stick to your own, seeing that glint in his eye, that look that had him fucking you until you were essentially brain dead, you quickly noted that he was jealous.

So, you melted against Price, pushing closer to him.

Ghost was now glaring at you, staring with contempt. Those damned expressive eyes of his, telling you everything he was thinking. That internal sense of resentfulness picking at his very spirit. He swore he could hear the very moon cackle and snicker at him, the stars and constellations joining in and laughing with a sardonic glee.

"I'll make this quick for you," His hands now steered you to stand in front of him. Then, you'd realised how much bigger he was, his hands were so large, he was so tall, so muscular. Like Ghost, he could probably break you right in half without even knowing it.

He dipped your pyjama top lower, just below your clavicle and shy of your sternum. You gasped at feeling him touch you, the back of his hand brushing against your breast.

"I'm tired of seeing my doctor like this."

You couldn't help but squeeze your thighs together to quell that unbearable heat in between your legs. Hearing him essentially call you his hadn't helped at all.

You dared to glance lower at your exposed skin, wincing at seeing the specks of purple slowly eat and consume at whatever had been exposed. Fuck, he must've noticed when he was cleaning your uniform. At times, you were really quite unaware of how observant the entirety of the Task Force had been.

Ghost shifted in his seat, leaning backwards to somehow close a distance he thought was strangling. You looked straight at him, something you normally weren't capable of. You then glanced over at his wide shoulders, and immediately to your hands. You never realised just how badly you'd wanted to lay a finger on him, and when you did, you did everything in your power to keep that feeling at ease. To ensure it would never come out whilst he slowly fucked into you, hoisting you up against a freezing wall and ravishing your soft body. It worked, until it didn't. Until that feeling built up into something that couldn't be tamed, something that'd come out with a vengeance.

"Then, ya got me thinkin'," He hummed, a surprising humorous lilt detected in his tone, "you've got no clue how to treat her properly."

Ghost was still as unmoving and unbothered as ever, his stare still on you, but moving to Price for just a moment when those words had left him. His words had him slightly bitter, unbeknownst to you.

"But don't worry." He chuckled, a deep and low rumble that you felt right against your back, "Captains got you."

You hadn't even had time to process what Price had said, still trying to even fathom that he had been so close to you. But, your mind quickly caught up with the given situation when you'd felt his hands back on your unsuspecting figure once again.

He slowly lifted your top, but you shivered, taking hold of his hands in your quivering ones. "Ghost, he's," He doesn't care about you-

Ghost's hardened stare on you actually softened for a split second. He really didn't think you would say that, didn't think that you'd care whether he was present or not whilst Price had done what he'd pleased with you.

You shyly bit your lip, playing with Price's thick digits while you'd been lost in thought. You knew Ghost didn't care for you, and you knew your role in his life. To stitch his deepest wounds and sate his deepest hunger.

"You've got such a loyal one 'n you treat 'er like this?" Price scoffed, allowing you to innocently toy with his hands. You truly don't know why you'd been so steadfast and devoted towards Ghost. A part of you thought that this had been the way he'd expressed himself, showing what he'd been feeling through raw and primal actions. That part of you was extremely delusional, but also faultless, unknowing to you.

Sure, you'd avoided him physically, but he'd avoided you emotionally.

"Sweetheart, he doesn't mind," Price had said, right in your ear as he pressed a kiss against your exposed neck, having you shudder lightly in his arms. You really weren't used to such light and loving touches being directed your way. "do you, lieutenant?"

You couldn't look at either man right now, fearful of Ghost's answer.

He'd responded almost instantly, "No."

No?

Fuck, that hurt.

He doesn't mind seeing you ravaged by another man? By his leader and your boss? You were supposed to be pinned under him always, supposed to be the only one that took him, supposed to be solely for him- just his.

You blinked rapidly to rid any tears from your tired eyes. All of your reservations lay within Ghost, right in his glove-clad hands, right underneath that balaclava, embedded in those honeyed eyes of his.

He didn't mind, so neither did you.

You peeled off your top and turned towards Price, pulling him into a searing kiss. He seemed surprised, unmoving against your mouth for a moment before pushing your body closer against his own. He lifted you and you wrapped your legs around him, whimpering into the kiss and getting all of your little sounds swallowed up.

Your back hit the wall, arms snaking around Price as the both of you were still enraptured by one another. His lips were so soft, and his beard lightly scratching at your skin was oddly welcomed.

You separated from him, panting while your heart beat on swiftly. He opened his mouth to say something, but you gravitated right back at him, kissing him roughly. You heard him groan into you as your hips rolled against him, feeling his hard-on push against you. You pushed away and bit his bottom lip, opening your eyes and soon meeting his stare.

You hugged him closer, so accustomed to that hurried pace with Ghost. Used to just shedding your bottoms and having him plunge into you, not ever taking a moment with you, to see what you liked and what you'd hated.

Price removed you from the wall and instead sat you onto his desk. Facing only him, Ghost had been at your back, you'd unable to look at him, to see and scale his facial expressions to gauge what he was feeling.

It had been on purpose.

You'd tried to turn around and look at him, but Price stopped you, grabbing your shoulders and stilling you. He left his hands there for a moment, looking right into your eyes with his piercing blues.

"Eyes on me, love."

You immediately broke eye contact, so unaccustomed to such mannerisms being directed your way. He chuckled lowly at your bashfulness, taking your chin in hand to direct your stare back to his own. Any minute now, while your eyes were on one another you thought he'd just fuck you and get it over with. You opened your mouth to speak, but a meek and tiny gasp left you when Price had began to lower himself.

"What are you-"

You interrupted yourself when he'd removed your pyjama bottoms, only leaving your damp panties clinging to you. His hands moved to your sides again, slowly sliding your undergarments down your legs. Your head was swimming, surroundings becoming a sickening spin.

He suddenly had two of his deft fingers push against your slick, teasing the entrance before plunging in. You gasped, hands at the edge of the desk as leverage. His mouth quickly replaced his fingers, licking a long stripe and catching your clit in his mouth. You couldn't hide the moan that left you, hands scrambling to tug at his short brown tendrils. His mouth on you was such an unexpected occurrence, the coarse hair of his beard scratching against you in a way that had your eyes rolling back.

You yanked his head backward, stumbling over your words, "Wait, y-you don't have to do," a low curse left you when he'd returned his fingers now, both his mouth and digits pleading you immensely. "don't have t'do this." You mumbled, thighs closing around him as a reflex.

"I want to." A brief break, staring straight at you through shorter lashes before delving right back into your wanting heat. One of his hands moved your thigh, since it was beginning to slowly suffocate him under the plush flesh.

He removed his fingers, wrapping his arms around your legs to push you closer against his face. You squeaked in surprise, fingers digging into his scalp in expectation for what he'd do next.

"C'mere lieutenant."

You stilled, honestly forgetting that Ghost had even been present, living up to his callsign. You didn't want him to be there, to see you getting pleasured by another man, by someone who wasn't him.

Yet, he'd practically materialised by your side in an instant.

His eyes, dark and cruel as always, hadn't been on you. Always on your body, never you. Straight past you and that ghostly thing inside, that's all you've ever been to him, right? Something to keep his cold self warm. You've always done such a stellar job at it, too.

"Look at her."

Your eyes shifted lower, down to your superior in a newfound shock. The ambient lighting framing his face in such a way where he looked so sharp, so pretty, something that wasn't yours. His mouth lightly glistened with your arousal, teasing your sensitive inner thigh with a gentle bite.

"She's a delicate thing." Ghost quietly responded, sounding impassive to the entire situation. Yet, his gloved hand was in a tightened fist at being so close to you, watching and hearing you moan and cry out for someone else.

A thing, that's all you'd be for him, though. An object that he could summon at his side to straddle and sit atop him, to please him and not mention a single word about it the very next day. You wanted to be something more, and you knew that humans are a creature of habit but hell, you wanted to break this cursed cycle and start anew.

Price chuckled from beneath you, his fingers never stopping their scissoring motion inside of you, "She is, already got her cryin'."

Your hands flew to your face, touching just under your tired eyes and utterly surprised at feeling those big tears cascade over your lashes. You hadn't even noticed, how fucking embarrassing. Showing yourself like this in front of your damn boss.

The two continued to speak, but you weren't listening, focused on how Price's long and thick fingers never stopped moving inside of you. How occasionally he'd start to lick and lap at your warmth, groaning deeply and muttering something. His hands would spread your thighs apart as he continued to eat at you like he'd been withheld from any sort of nourishment for decades, finding you as the most delectable thing.

You couldn't take it, whimpering his name before tugging at his hair once more, throwing your head back and letting nothing short of a scream leave you. Your body jolted, thighs closing in on Price as his tongue was unrelenting, continuing to lick at your slick folds and occasionally wrap his lips around your clit, sucking lightly. You had to try to pull him back and beg him to stop, little sniffles leaving you as you pleaded with him.

He obliged, though he chose to tease you a bit by leaving a few stray licks at you before rising to his feet. He peeled his shirt off and wiped his face from your arousal, eyes catching yours as he met you with a warm stare. He always did have the kindest eyes.

"Well, let me ask you, then." His eyes lingered on you for a moment, before turning to Ghost, "Those tears, were they from pleasure or pain?" Something, joy or sorrow, had been left unspoken.

You hurriedly spoke, not wanting him to answer, for fear of what he would say. For fear if it would be the truth, because even you hadn't known, "Well, I think I just cry easy, sir." You nervously mumbled, stare flickering intermittently at the two men. Price chuckled lowly, coaxing you off of the desk to stand next to him. The difference of size now that you'd been sandwiched right in between the two was, noticeable.

"C'mon love. That's not true," His tone was far from reprimanding, but instead a silent inquiry of wanting the truth. He'd already known the answer from the hesitance within Ghost.

"You don't know," He stilled, hanging his shirt over his shoulder, "or maybe you just don't like the answer?"

You'd wanted to interrupt again, to say something, fucking anything. An inquiry of your own had been created, why did it matter? Why does it matter?

"Don't think the answer matters." Fucking mind reader.

Price scoffed, "Course it fuckin' does."

Price's hand was back on your face, and you couldn't help but soften right into his touch again. He wiped your mostly dried tears, caressing your cheek and watching your face express a feeling of pure content.

"Treat 'er like she's not just anything, but something. Something to you."

You wanted to ask just how he'd grown so knowing at your complex relationship with his subordinate. You know that Ghost wouldn't run around boasting about you, since the two of you weren't an item. Yet, whenever you'd gotten close with another potential partner, you'd feel it in the way that his hands were on your hips, how his thrusts snapped against you and how he drove himself so deep. He was envious, and that was his way of showing you, of telling you through something that was worth more than words.

It couldn't be that difficult to pick up on.

You knew this matter wouldn't be solved in a single night, or potentially ever. So, you'd do what you were good at. Fucking your feelings away, because facing them head on was something that you'd cower away from, a tremble striking down to your very skeletal system.

You needed to shut Price up and stop him from coercing more answers from Ghost. So, you pulled him into you again, kissing him and threading your fingers through those short locks. He hummed appreciatively, clearly enjoying that you were beginning to take charge and quit being so timid. You jumped into his arms, feeling him attach his hands at your thighs to ensure you had been stable.

His hips rolled against your heat, feeling his length press into you. Your moans had been swallowed up by him, his tongue pushing into your mouth while you both kissed one another sloppily. You hugged him closer, it wasn't feasible, he was already chest to chest with you. You wanted to feel him, feel him in a way that you'd never feel Ghost. You'd always wanted to be held gently as he fucked into you, to take his stare and mould it into an endearing one as he littered your face with kisses. You knew it was just a foolish fantasy.

But for now, you could live it out with Price.

He lightly set you down on your feet, pressing another kiss against your eager lips. He softly bit your bottom lip as he moved behind you, softly pushing you down to your knees in front of one of his spare leather chairs in his office.

"On all fours sweetheart," His hands trailed over your body, once again coaxing you to lower yourself further. "Ghost, s'down." You heard Price settle himself down onto his knees right behind you, spreading your legs a bit before wading in one of his thick fingers into your heat. Your pose faltered, wanting to ask him why the two, three of you couldn't go somewhere more comfortable. Preferably where you didn't have to be on the ground.

As Price's fingers continued to slide into you and bring more sounds out of you, Ghost had seated himself right in front of you. You were sure he enjoyed the sight of you, beneath him and ready, wanting, to serve, like always.

You weren't often on your knees for Ghost, since he had been more inclined to just fucking you and calling it a day. Though, he would at times ask, rather, command, that you'd drop everything and please him. Who were you to say no? Especially when you'd enjoyed it almost as much as he had. You absolutely adored whenever you'd been the reason that you could take some stress off of him. That you'd been the reason as to why when Soap had told Ghost some corny joke, you swore you heard the faintest of a laugh instead of silence.

That had been enough.

Even if your feelings had been unrequited, at least you'd served a purpose for him. Further than the ability to treat him medically, crossing into an unforgiving yet beneficial territory.

You heard the sound of a belt and zipper from behind you, having you instinctively cant your hips back. Price chuckled quietly at seeing just how desperate and needy you'd been, halting your movements with a heavy palm at your hip.

You felt his tip press at your cunt, using your own slick as lubricant. From what you felt, he'd been big, thick and girthy. And when he'd began to push himself into you with a low grunt, you didn't bother hiding the moan that slipped past your lips. He filled your insides, stretching you perfectly, he'd been big, a bit painful to take initially, but doable. Not like the borderline impossible feat of taking Ghost for the very first time.

You held your breath, awaiting for Price to bottom out inside of you, feeding his cock into your greedy pussy inch by inch. The sensation of pleasure increasing tenfold as he continued to stuff you full of him, every vein dragging against your velvety walls having you cry out to him. You laid your head against Ghost's thigh, not realising what an idiotic action it'd been, or maybe you just didn't care. Either way, he'd allowed it, for some reason.

The endless praise of Price was better than you could've ever imagined, his usual deep and confident voice sounding strained, attempting to keep his own gruff sounds to himself. His hands were at your hips now, holding you in place and anchoring himself to you, beginning to set a welcomed pace.

He fucked you slow, slower than you'd typically experienced. He'd done so in such a way that you'd been able to savour the action. Able to get accustomed to the sting of his thick cock inside of you, accustomed to how he spoke to you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, kissing your tears away and telling you what an amazing job you'd been doing, taking him like this.

You'd been sobbing nearly right away, the feeling of his cock ravaging your insides too much. Your little ramblings of "Too much, s'too much," only fuelling his need to please you, his slow pace quickening ever so slightly. Your tears wet Ghost's sweatpants, glittering and salty drops temporarily staining the gray material.

You felt you release become imminent, the familiar rhythm becoming unbearably pleasurable. But when you felt Ghost wipe away one of your stray tears, looking down at you with some form of newfound adoration and reverence, you truly couldn't take it. Your heart felt like it was going to erupt within your chest cavity, why now did he pick to look at you in such a way? You cried out, an odd mixture of both of their names from your tongue as you shook, back arching and hips pulling back into Price as you felt your orgasm wash over you, striking you with an unforgiving hand.

You heard him groan deeply, his speed only hastening, assisting you in riding out your orgasm. Your head had still laid on Ghost's leg, eyes etched shut as you swayed back and forth, small cries leaving you occasionally.

You were moved away from Ghost by his gloved hand, his palm holding your chin as he slipped his waistband down, just enough so his cock could spring out and hit his abdomen. His thumb split your lips, and you were eager to please, accepting the large digit and enclosing your mouth over it, sucking lightly. The leather taste had you wanting more, something better.

You backed your head up, removing his finger from your mouth, "Just give it to me already," You huffed, not usually so bratty and commanding with Ghost, or anyone for that matter. He seemed to like the fact that your true wants and needs took higher priority over your image.

"Ask nicely."

"Please," Breathy and whiny, not holding any weight to it.

He scoffed, taking ahold of his heavy cock in his freehand, "Don't sound too convincin'. Usually you're not shy about beggin'."

Of course, this had been the truth, but Price hadn't needed to be aware of this. He laughed behind you, stilling his movements momentarily, buried deep inside of you, "Didn't take you for one to beg, love." He kissed the back of your neck, trailing lower and lower.

"I'm not," you shyly muttered, suddenly crying out in discomfort when Price's cock hit right against your cervix. He quickly apologised, but whilst your mouth had been open, Ghost had practically shoved his cock into your mouth, slightly choking you with his sheer size.

He grunted, his hands gripping the armrests as your throat constricted around his dick. It was difficult to think with two cocks inside of you, but you couldn't help but watch Ghost. Watch his hands, grasping at the armrests with purchase as you continued to suck him. Not having to do too much movement, since your boss had been fucking you from the back, moving you up and down over Ghost.

You noticed how hard it was for him to touch you, too.

It was unclear how this was supposed to make you feel, part of you was filled with glee and the other had been solemn and saddened. Though, now wasn't a time for feelings, was it?

You slowly took more of his cock, your lips stretched over him and feeling your throat bulge out was dizzying. His everything was intoxicating, the skin and salt taste of him had you fighting off the urge to choke and get him out of you.

He slid far past your uvula, your hand squeezing your thumb being the reason for your gag reflex not triggering. You wanted to show him that you'd go great lengths for him, even if he wouldn't dare do the same. It didn't matter, because you'd really do absolutely anything for him, anything to ensure that he'd been pleased not only with you, but because of you.

It seemed that watching Price with you earlier on had made Ghost on edge, throwing his head back and groaning. "Takin' me so fuckin' good." He uttered, voice gravelly and accent heavier while his big cock continued to ease into your throat, feeling the way you so fervently sucked him off. The sole sounds of skin slapping against skin, the slurping of your mouth around Ghost's cock, and the mixture of moans of the three of you filled the room. You'd be lucky if nobody heard you all.

Your jaw was beginning to become sore, practically enforcing it to unhinge just to take him to so deep. If anything, you'd been astonished at both of their stamina, not yet even orgasming a single time, while you were about to unravel for a third.

Though, it seemed that your point was going to be disproven, as you felt Price's pace begin to falter. Not only this, but what he'd been saying had been totally radical and not like him at all.

"Fuck, you're squeezin' me, so," He cursed, his words stringing along pathetically as his thrusts were brutal and unforgiving. "so fuckin' tight, oh, fuck..." You wished that you'd been able to see his facial expressions, twisting into the purest of pleasure, getting lost inside of your soft pussy.

They were alike in that regard, being rather talkative during sex. But otherwise, they each had their own stark differences. They were both stern, used to leading others and ensuring the safety of their team. But Price was so gentle and warm to you, while Ghost was harsh and cold. But you'd chase after him in the heaviest of coats regardless, because although your feelings had been conflicting, you couldn't fathom not being at his side.

Your eyes finally made contact with Ghost's, who had been looking down at you the entirety of the time whilst he'd been lodged down your throat. His hand twitched, pointer finger reaching outwards, such a small movement, yet you'd seen it. He yearned for you, just as you'd yearned for him.

So why was it so painful for the both of you, then?

Price doubled over you, thrusts becoming sloppy as his fat cock continued to ram into your womb again and again. He chanted the same thing over and over again, low and gruff, lost on both you and Ghost, unfortunately.

"Ah, fuck, so close, 'm so fuckin' close, sweetheart." His forehead connected to the back of your midsection, the drag of him against your wet heat snug and deep inside you almost had you finishing once again, too.

He suddenly moaned, loud, louder than any you've coaxed from him tonight. It had even caught the attention of Ghost, his eyes piercing his leader, his stare challenging.

"Not inside."

You whimpered, muffled whilst your mouth had been occupied by his twitching length. He looked down at you for a brief second, brows furrowed and looking angered. So irate with the thought of not only another individual fucking you, but finishing inside of you, claiming you in the most primal and raw way.

The reason, it had been unknown. Why he had continued to parade around and act like you weren't his. Then, behind closed doors own and operate you like a marionette. But, he had been the most experienced puppeteer you'd ever seen, manoeuvring you in the most expert ways.

Much to your dismay, Price had listened, hammering shallowly into your pussy once, twice, thrice- before hurriedly pulling out of you, stroking himself with ferocity before groaning deeply, releasing his seed onto your naked back in thick and pretty white ropes. He hadn't moved, hands still attached to your hips as he tried to catch his breath, bare chest heaving while he had been covered in a thin sheet of sweat.

"Did so good, fuckin' wonderful." He kissed the back of your neck, reaching under to circle your clit in tight and smooth motions. You let out a muted cry, arching your back and pushing your hips towards him in an unconscious effort.

Price had continued to infinitely praise you, kissing all over your body and leaving light marks. Not like the kind Ghost would make, the kind that were deep and horrendous to view, no. The ones that would be light, would have you lightly touching the area and reminiscing about such a night.

"Yeah, she- fuck, did. Did a good job."

You'd been wholeheartedly shocked that Ghost would ever say anything remotely like this, directed towards you, of all people. It didn't matter though, you'd take any little victories at this point.

Price continued to slip his fingers into your pussy and rub your clit, just as you'd continued to lick and suck at Ghost's cock. Lips pursing around his tip, sucking between a fine line of harshly and softly, watching and hearing him respond to your ministrations.

It was when you'd taken him as deep as you could, when he'd loudly cursed, hands itching to touch you, yet confined and shackled to their place at the armrest. His cock twitched inside of your mouth and again, another string of words, unintelligible to you, left his covered lips. You took him deep, feeling his cum in your throat.

"Swallow, fuckin' swallow it for me."

You would listen, as always.

You took him out of your mouth, still semi-hard, dick shiny with your saliva. You swallowed his seed, not allowing a single drop of it to be wasted. You opened your mouth to show him, revelling in the deep hum he let out, pleased.

When Price had curled his fingers inside of you, brushing up against that abused spot inside of you, you silently finished over his fingers. Crying out quietly to him, head hanging low in between Ghost's thick legs.

You stayed like that for a moment, hearing as Price had cleaned himself, picking up his loosely discarded clothing scattered around the ground. After dressing himself, he then moved to tidy his office, and even you up. The soft rag against you had felt nice, and the caring effort from Price was enough to make your head spin.

You and Ghost hadn't moved, his hands not on you, and yours not on him. No matter how much they each had wanted to find their way to both you and him. They would never, only doing so in moments of passion.

What neither of you had been aware of, was that even though many of your behaviours had deviated from one another, your convoluted feelings remained the same for each other. Something that was painfully obvious to other individuals.

Never to you.

Never to him.

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☀️ Everyday Idol 🌙 (Chapter 5)

✨ possible bangchan x reader (f), possible jungkook x reader (f)

✨ head on over to my masterlist if you haven’t checked out the previous chapters!

✨wc: ~6.6k

✨ friends to lovers? possible love triangle? obsession? angst and future smut??? a little fluff.

✨ summary: JYP Entertainment launches a new show and y/n somehow gets recruited. Even though she doesn’t particularly care about the outcome of the show, she does particularly care about one of the artists she met: Chris from Stray Kids. Does Chris feel the same or will a potential relationship with one of his friends overcome what y/n feels for him?

✨ author’s notes: pls pls pls let me know if you’d prefer shorter, more frequent chapters like this one, OR longer chapters posted about once per week. i’m heavily debating lol

✨ warnings: cursing from time to time.

Previous Chapter Recap:

“No need, I already told him!” Felix winked down at you, nudging his elbow into your side. What the hell?

“Oh really? I didn’t know you two were close like that.” Literally not once had you seen any sign that they’d spoken to each other, let alone were good enough friends to keep in touch about girls they were taking to lunch.

“With Chan-hyung? We’re about as close as two people can get,” he laughed. “No way. I knew all along. And you’re welcome by the way. I may or may not have encouraged it hehe.” You watched as his eyes sparkled while they smiled. It would have been adorable if you had any clue what he was talking about.

All you could do was stare blankly at him. A confused expression must have been on your face long enough for Felix to notice.

“We are talking about Chan-hyung, right?”

“No… I got the flowers from Jungkook,” you said sheepishly.

You could see Felix’s eyes shoot open, going into panic mode. Fight or flight, I guess.

“Wait, are you talking about? OHHH those flowers! The ones from today. Ohhh okay, nevermind. Sorry, I was thinking about something completely different,” he rapidly mumbled out. He looked like he could start sweating at any minute, waiting to get your eye of approval.

‘Okay, so 2 possibilities. #1: Felix needs a lot more sleep. Or #2: Chan was going to give me flowers?!?!’

Note: Character relations you can refer back to if needed.

Y/n- Changbin’s mentee

Anna- best friend, Felix’s mentee

Kara- Seungmin’s mentee

Sunnie- Han’s mentee

Mindi- Hyunjin’s mentee

Nisha- Lee Know’s mentee

Alyssa- Jeongin’s mentee

Jenna- Chan’s mentee

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Y/N’s POV:

You settled back into your usual sphere of friends in the filming room. Just you, Anna, Kara, and Sunnie. Of course some of the boys jumped in on the discourse.

“Alright Hannie, be honest,” Sunnie questioned, still standing in the group. “Who out of us,” she motioned to the rest of the girls in the group’s circle, “do you think will mess up the most during our shoots?” She put a big grin on her face.

“Uhhh, I mean I think you’ll all do really great to be honest so-“ Han tried, but got cut off.

“Kara obviously,” Seungmin interrupted. “As her mentor, I can confidently say that I have trained her to be a menace.” He was joking, of course but GOD he never looked like it. “Well, not as good as me, but she will learn.”

Kara laughed and fake smacked him on the arm.

“No, but really, be honest. What do we need to worry about? You are literally our mentors so you can’t let us look lame,” Sunnie started again. You knew that Changbin proceeded to give a sarcastic response, but the hint of a figure passing by caught your attention instead.

Chan had arrived. He looked so good, but so out of his normal. You realized then that it wasn’t just Changbin who surprised you, but you’d never seen any of the boys dress up before. You and Changbin looked killer- all black, and honestly kinda sexy. You surprised yourself even.

But not Chan. No, he was in soft colors. Pastels. You didn’t know if you’d ever seen him in something like that- just so NOT like him. You silently wondered if he would come to your group to converse with everyone else. You weren’t sure if you wanted him to or not.

You made sure not to turn your head too far in his direction. You didn’t want him to see you glancing over, but you definitely didn’t want any of your friends in the group to notice you looking either. You tried to focus your eyes back on Han who seemed to be the only one who would give actual advice.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Felix shift slightly, lifting his head up. You saw him look in Chan’s direction, then look down to see if you had noticed. You quickly darted your eyes away. Satisfied that you were paying attention elsewhere, he directed his head toward Chan across the room and open his eyes wide. Somehow he had a look of both questioning and embarrassment on his face. You didn’t dare move to look at Chan’s reactions.

After a minute or two of trying to zone in on Han, you gave up. You shifted your weight and crossed your arms, shrugging your shoulders up and rolling your neck around to “try to get a kink out”… if that meant trying to get a secret look at Chan of course.

You found him in your periphery on the other side of the room. He was standing with Jenna and Alyssa, making small talk or prepping them for the filming, you guessed. You could see Jenna’s almost-matching pastel outfit and it made you want to vomit with how sweet it was. And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a tiny bit jealous that she was matching so well with Chan. You’d be lying even more if you said it didn’t bother you that he’d momentarily rested his hand on her shoulder while talking with them. You’d be lying even more if you said she was too pretty for him. ‘FML.’

Chan had such a wild smile on his face, staring down with his big dimples. You couldn’t believe he was actually getting along with the both of them. They were literally like talking to a wall… Maybe the wall opens up and changes its appearance a little for a cute guy though.

Damn, if this was the shove you needed to move you in Jungkook’s direction, it was definitely working.

Kara, standing a couple people over from you in the circle, must have noticed Chan coming through in his displaced pastels as well. He was a magnet, what could you say?

You noticed her scoffing over. Everyone else noticed as well.

“Kara, everything okay?��� Anna asked, being the last to notice but the first to call her out.

“I was just observing,” she smirked, nodding her head in Chan’s direction. Everyone turned to look as Chan lightly nudged an elbow into Jenna’s side.

‘God, please kill me.’

Sunnie fired back with a smug look. “Oooo so *that’s what Felix was talking aboutttt,” she dragged on.

… The guys, including you and Anna, looked around, staring blankly at each other.

“What do you all know that I don’t?” Seungmin asked, staring down both of the girls.

‘Agreed,’ you thought.

“Did you literally not hear Felix at lunch?” Kara looked up at him. All the Stray Kids members looked confused.

Felix looked defensive all of a sudden. “No, no, no, that’s not what I meant! I was just joking I swear!” He tried to force a laugh. “I swear it was just a joke!”

“Yeah rightttt,” Kara scoffed. “It’s so obvious that she’d be that way. It makes so much sense.”

“Okay, what are you guys talking about?” you finally piped up.

“Seriously, what’s going on?” Changbin backed you up.

Felix looked off, like he would just ignore the question forever. Kara ran her eyes across his face, then rolled them back into her head.

“Oh so NOW you are shy?!” she threw at him. “Well Felix kinda let it slip that Chris was crushing on someone who was already accounted for, but that it would all work out.”

The boys all looked at him, wide-eyed.

“Oh my gosh, that’s not how I meant it! I mean I was just joking around!” Felix plead, acting fake hurt. “Literally we were just talking about who YOU ALL found cute, and then yeah, I said that Chris was wanting someone who was already accounted for but, but-“ he started to fumble his words. “I mean I was just messing around! I meant that Chris was into me, but I’m accounted for of course,” he let out a nervous laugh.

“Accounted for? By who? And your mom doesn’t count.” Seungmin smirked.

“No, with Binnie!” Felix put on a fake pout again, grabbing Changbin by the arm. “And don’t you talk about us that way!” Everyone got to laughing, and I guess Felix’s explanation was good enough to put everyone’s mind at rest.

‘Nice cover, Felix.’

Kara wasn’t completely sold though. She motioned for everyone to scoot in closer before leaned her head down and began to whisper. “Listen, I’m serious though. I don’t mean to step on any toes, I swear I don’t… But the rumor going around really is that Chan’s got his eye on one of the mentees,” she looked up to see everyone’s reaction. “Now, if you guys say that it isn’t true, then it isn’t true, but that’s what’s been going around. AND word on the street is that she is also fucking Jungkook.”

‘GODDAMN IT. I AM NOT FUCKING JUNGKOOK! HOW IN THE HELL DOES ONE DATE EQUATE TO FUCKING THIS MAN?!’

‘And now, if anyone does see us together, I’m royally fucked… May even get kicked off the show for the bad publicity. I’ve got to find a way to shut that shit down.’

You secretly watched Felix’s face drop. In that moment, he had confirmed his previous theory that you had been seeing Jungkook and rejected Chan.

‘Welp, this is awkward.’

“Alright well if someone’s fucking Jungkook, then they’re fucking Jungkook. None of my business. But if Chan was into someone, he would have told us by now,” Changbin chimed in.

Felix looked to the ground.

“I mean maybe... Unless he was embarrassed. Sure doesn’t seem like it now though,” she glanced back over. You let your eyes follow in that direction. Chan was now propped up with one hand against the wall, smiling down towards Jenna with a smirk on his face.

‘I don’t even care,’ you thought.

But you did. You knew you did.

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Felix’s POV:

Filming was about to start. The directors had each of you pair up into your mentor couples and wait for more instructions.

“Hold on, I have to go find Chan real quick!” Felix told Anna.

“Alright, you know where to find me,” she smiled back.

Felix quickly made his way over to where Chan stood. Next to Jenna of course.

“Hey, can you come here for a second? I have a question,” Felix directed toward Chan, offering a polite smile when Jenna looked his way too.

“Yeah sure,” Chan said, letting Felix lead him toward the back of the room away from everyone else.

Chan was totally on edge. Felix could tell.

“What the fuck happened?” Felix questioned.

“What happened with what?” Chan retorted, pretending he didn’t know what Felix was getting at.

Felix just stared at him, rolling his eyes up. Annoyed. He stood there in silence, not letting himself be the one to give in. Finally Chan did.

“Look, I saw her with Jungkook, bro. He gave her flowers and she looked happy. End of story. Nothing else to talk about,” he huffed, ready to walk back. He was holding it back well, but Felix knew him well enough to know he was hurt.

Chan looked down and shook his head, imagining what Felix must be thinking. Felix had encouraged him early on to message you… but he just never did. Not until he was scared someone else was interested in you that is.

“Whatever mate, but just know this whole look-“ Felix pointed a finger, dragging it across the path to Chan and Jenna, “isn’t a cute one. Almost every other contestant has something bad to say about her.”

“Come on man, she’s not that bad.”

“Literally look at her face right now,” Felix motioned over.

A look of pure boredom and disdain was washed over her. She glanced down to her nails, then back up to her surroundings, almost as if she was trying to size anyone and everyone up. She was off on her own, not attempting to strike up a conversation with any of the 40+ people in the room.

“So she has a hard exterior,” Chan tried to cover. “But she’s actually really nice once you start talking to her.”

“Tell me one nice thing she’s had to say.”

“Well she was talking about how excited she was to see me.”

“That doesn’t count.”

“She was also talking about how I looked good in pastels. Told me that they suited me more than black and that I should switch it up.”

“That doesn’t count either. What is ONE nice thing she’s said that wasn’t about you?”

Chan stood for a moment. “Well, I mean,” he grabbed his neck and looked down. “Like I said, she’s a hard one to crack.”

“Do what you want, but going after your own mentee isn’t a good look. I’ll tell you that if no one else will.”

Felix turned to walk away, but spun right back around on his toes. “By the way, someone is now spreading a rumor that whoever you’re into is fucking Jungkook. Just thought you should know before you made anyone look bad.”

With that, he briskly walked off.

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Y/n’s POV:

Shooting actually went really well. Way better than you’d expected. It wasn’t nearly as scary as you thought it’d be, and you think you actually got some great takes.

They had let you talk about medical school, and what it was like to train in today’s world post-COVID. You got to talk about the reason you were interested in medicine in the first place, and how the 7-year-old you would be so proud to see you now, living out your biggest dream. They asked all the right questions, and you gave all the right answers. You were starting to feel hopeful that you could make a connection with the audience of the show.

Of course, all of the scenes with Changbin were perfect too. You silently thanked the heavens that you got paired with the coolest guy to be your mentor. The banter between the two of you was perfect. One moment that specifically stood out was when they shot a scene of Changbin trying to give you tips and that, as his mentee, you were gonna have to be tough and do some of the heavy lifting to make him proud. He made you practice an example, as he bent himself face-down at his hips and pulled on your arms to rotate your body into the air and land on the other side of his.

“See, easy! Now you try,” he had instructed.

And try you did… But FAIL you also did. You tried your best to keep your legs firmly planted on the ground, but with the weight of Binnie directly over top of you, you couldn’t help but fall to the ground, letting him fall along on top of you. Neither of you got hurt, but you both almost died of laughter, holding onto each other on the floor. You laughed so hard you thought you’d cry.

It may have hurt your ego a little, but damn if it wasn’t gonna make for some cute content for the show.

You felt a quiz buzz coming from your pocket. You took it out to check the screen, showing a text from JK. After the date, you had decided that exchanging numbers was way better than having to talk through instagram.

You smiled at how interested he was in your life.

You shoved your phone back in your pocket, warm feeling still coming on.

“Are you coming to the dinner later?” you turned to Changbin.

His eyes lit up. “I mean I hadn’t really planned on it, but are you going?”

“Honestly, I think it’s mandatory for us to go. But I’m excited anyways. Everyone should be there. Have you been to the restaurant?”

“Which one is it?”

“Nine Mile.”

“Damn, that’s a pretty nice restaurant. Especially if the company is paying.”

“Then you’d *better come with me,” you laughed, nodding your head his way.

“Alright, alright. It’s a date,” he smiled. “Only for the food though.”

“Well of course.”

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After a quick trip back to the hotel with Anna to freshen up and get caught up on all of the day’s happenings, you felt exhausted. I mean, today was probably the most eventful day of your life. You went on a date with Jungkook, got blown off by Chan and then had to watch him flirt with another girl, and then get through 3-ish hours of filming for a TV show you didn’t even think you belonged on. You really just wanted to lie in bed and talk with Anna, then pass out for the night.

But you couldn’t. The night must go on. You reminded yourself that you should be grateful for every opportunity, no matter how tired you were.

JK had texted you back, letting you know he also had plans for the night, but to have fun at the dinner with Changbin. The emotions you felt were still extremely mixed, but you decided to just take each moment as it came. Otherwise, you’d be too overwhelmed to even think.

Once you had finished freshening up, you and Anna set out to the restaurant in your normal, everyday clothes. You couldn’t lie, being in medical school made you adopt a new sense of fashion. Corporate baddie? You realized this quickly when you came to Korea and saw the street style that most others wore. You and Anna couldn’t help it though- your closet now consistent of only 2 things: (1) scrubs, (2) trendy oversized blazers. Out of the 2 options, the only one you deemed appropriate to bring was the latter.

You didn’t mind standing out a bit though. Some people in Korea even had similar styles, just a bit more muted than the two of you. It was obvious from the looks you got while walking the street- not bad looks, the reverse actually.

You looked down to examine your black heels and matching black oversized blazer. You made sure to pair it with dark jeans and lots of jewelry to set a more casual tone… and also to stop yourself from looking like you could pull out a reflex hammer and give a full-on neurological exam at any moment. But it was night time after all, and it was freezing. You had to cover up as best you could.

You couldn’t lie, you also had to make sure you spritzed on a couple sprays of your favorite sensual perfume. Just for good measure. You never knew who you would see.

There was a reason you and Anna were besties, you thought as you looked to your bestfriend walking next to you. She complimented both you and your style so well. Business casual, but make it hot.

You finally arrived at the restaurant two minutes early. But to your surprise, the huge reserved section in the back was already almost completely full. Everyone was really making sure they were on time, you guessed.

You both meandered your way in, stopping to say “hi” to some of the other new trainees that you recognized. From a distance, Changbin flagged you down. He motioned for you to come to where he was sat.

“I figured you and Anna would come together. I saved you both a seat!,” he said, standing up out of his chair. He grabbed the chair seated next to his and pulled it out for you to sit down.

‘Too sweet,’ you thought as you took your place. “Thanks Binnie!”

The other seat next to you was presumably for Anna, so you waited for Changbin to pass you and pull it out for her as well.

“Anna,” he caught her attention, instead turning the other way to take his seat. “That seat is for you!,” he smiled, pointing down to it.

It was hard to hear with the loud noises coming from the crowd around you, but she understood what he was saying and took her spot.

Sitting in front of you were a few other trainees that you had met a couple of times before. Both girls and guys- all super nice. You exchanged formal “hello’s” and “how are you doing?”.

You scanned the room to look for the other boys, but only Felix was in sight, standing far in the other corner of the room and talking with some of the new male trainees.

“Binnie, did none of the kids come except Felix?” you looked at him.

“Nah, they were all working on stuff. But don’t worry, I’ll always make time for you!” He spread a loving smile across his face.

You couldn’t believe you were so lucky to get Changbin as your mentor. Hardly any of the mentors were here. You had made sure to carefully check for any sight of Chris, but to your relief, he was nowhere to be found.

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The rest of the night was filled with plenty of amazing food, fun conversations, and new deep connections made with other contestants.

But if you were being honest, you definitely knew you had a few too many drinks. You were feeling good, yes. But almost past the point of feeling good. You could feel your stomach start to get the tiniest bit queasy and the world around you started to blur the tiniest bit. Your head felt like it was floating.

‘Okay y/n, you are cut off,’ the last ounce of soberness in your brain thought. But that is where the final sober thought ended.

“Binnie, can I be honest?” you leaned into him, almost letting your face touch his chest.

He looked down at you with big eyes. “Of course, what’s up?”

“I’m just…” you trailed off, beginning to look at his lips and then back up to his face. “I’m just really happy you’re here with me.” You smiled.

“I’m happy too. Thank you for inviting me to come.”

“Well you are always invited to come anywhere with me. I want you to know that.”

He blushed.

That should have been your signal. That should have been your warning to stop yourself. In your drunken state, you couldn’t sense that your words would come across as flirty. You didn’t mean it in that way- not in the slightest. You just wanted to express your love and appreciation to your friend. It was innocent, honestly. But Bin couldn’t tell that.

“You’re so sweet, y/n.” He leaned down further into you until his lips were hovering just above your head. “And if I’m honest, I’m really glad that I’m getting to know you better.” He let out a soft smile.

You went in for a hug, burying your face into his chest in the process. His chest was so strong and warm. “I needed to hear that… I wish everyone else felt the same,” you accidentally let slip out. Again, you didn’t even realize what you were saying. You were too far gone and you needed to go home.

“Like who? Is anyone giving you a hard time?” Changbin asked.

“No, it’s- well maybe. I don’t know. It’s nothing…” you paused. “Binnie, I think I’ve done all I can do tonight,” you accidentally leaned over into him. “I think I need to go home.”

“Yeah of course. Stay here for just a second. Let me get Anna.”

He gently got up from his chair, so as not to startle you too much, and walked a few steps toward Anna who had moved into a group of people who were stood chit-chatting.

He returned to you a few seconds later. “Anna is going to stay around for a while. Is it okay if I walk you to your hotel?” He reached his hand out for you to take it.

You happily obliged, using his hand to lift up all your weight in your stupor state. You felt a little unbalanced, but nothing that you couldn’t manage. Nothing that you couldn’t walk off on the way back to the hotel anyway.

Bin swiftly moved behind you, using one arm to stabilize around your waist and the other to reach out in front of you to continue to give your hand the needed stability. This way, he could see you right in front of him as you walked and make sure you didn’t trip over.

You both took slow steps toward the exit, breezily waving goodbye on your way out.

Your eyes caught Felix’s on your way out. You tried to wave, just a simple acknowledgment.

You may have been drunk, but not drunk enough to make out the the panic on Felix’s face. You couldn’t ponder on it for too long though, as a slight step up past the doorframe caught your foot.

You felt yourself lose balance, about to topple over, but Changbin felt your change in positioning and clung onto your tighter. As suddenly as you felt yourself begin to fall, you felt yourself stay stationary in the air.

“Ahhh,” you mumbled.

“Alright, come on. Up, up, up,” Changbin said lowly while pulling your body back to standing.

You giggled once he got you up. “I didn’t know you were that strong!” you said, excitedly, as you collected yourself enough to step forward again and out of the restaurant.

He moved his arm now to link up with yours. “This is why I train up! So I can catch you apparently,” he laughed.

You let out a giggle as you stepped into the cold wind. It caught you off guard, not remembering how cold it had been when you’d arrived. One more step and one huge gust of wind almost knocked you off balance again. You felt your leg start to teeter.

“Woah, woah!” Changbin laughed, catching your body from the side this time. “Be careful or you’re gonna take us both down!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous this was. Was it funny because of the alcohol? Absolutely. Without it, you’d be humiliated beyond belief. But now, you were more amused than you had been in the last week. You couldn’t stop giggling, cueing Changbin to start chuckling back at you.

“Come on, let’s get you home,” he said, once you stabilized.

“Okay, okay,” you took a deep breath in and then snapped your fingers. “I’m good. I’m good! Okay, I’ve got this. Let’s go,” you smiled.

He roped his arm back around yours to give you an anchor as you both walked, now both stepping out past the side of the restaurant, no worries in the world.

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Chan’s POV:

He sat on the couch of his studio for a moment, taking in his surroundings.

He didn’t know why he’d done it. He didn’t know why he’d done any of this. Why he canceled on you, why he brushed you off when you clearly wanted to speak with him, why he tried to make you jealous earlier.

After all, Felix told him that you had something with Jungkook. What did he expect? That it was just a rumor? That if he texted you right then, any plans you had with JK would just magically disappear?

Did he expect you to just drop everything and fall in love with him?

The only reason he got the balls to message you in the first place was because Felix told him you were going to see someone else. So why was he backing out now?

He guessed the stress of ACTUALLY seeing the two of you together- physically present in front of him- set him off. He didn’t even want to think about you being that close to another man, let alone see it.

It should have been him doing that with you. But, like always, he blew his own fucking chance.

He freaked out. He shut himself down and shut you out. He wanted to make you feel the same way he felt seeing you with someone else.

He sat and pondered for a moment.

‘It’s all in your head anyways, Chris. She’s not jealous over what you’re doing. She probably hasn’t even thought twice about you since. All you’re doing is making yourself look like a dick who goes after their own mentee…’

‘And Felix is right, it’s not a good look. Jenna objectively sucks. You don’t want to be associated with that. Hell, the conversations you had today were bone dry. You still have to support her, but from a distance will be fine.’

‘It’s just… ahhh,’ he threw his elbows down to rest over his knees, bringing his head down to his hands and letting them trace through his hair. He started pulling harshly at the strands of hair sliding through his fingers.

‘Why is it so fucking hard for you? Why can’t you just forget about her? You’re not going to, are you?’

‘But it doesn’t matter, you’re too much of a pussy to do anything anyways. You had her literally coming to your studio, and then you backed out like a fucking coward because of what? Because you saw someone else has a crush on her?’

‘Damn right Jungkook has a crush on her- he’d be crazy not to. But she only likes him because she doesn’t know how good YOU could be to her. You haven’t said or done shit!’

‘So why in the fuck are you sitting here moping, when you could actually apologize for being shitty and weird? You’re literally gonna just watch and do nothing and hope that nothing comes of this so you can have your chance?’

‘No, you’ve got to talk to her. So what, she’s been on a date or two with JK? It’s not like they were official or anything- if they were, you would have definitely heard about it.’

‘She could be way more into you than she is into him if you just TRY. Just do it. COME ON.’

Chris jumped up off the couch. This was probably the best timing he was going to get, and it was now or never. He had already checked with Felix, so what was he waiting for?

He looked at his reflection in the camera app on his phone.

He’d looked worse, he thought. He was just grateful to be changed out of those god-awful pastels.

He threw his black fluffy jacket on and grabbed the flowers he had purchased for you this morning, silently thanking himself that he didn’t throw them away earlier in a jealous rage.

Heading out of the company building, he kept the pep talk going in his mind as he quickly dashed toward the Nine Mile restaurant. He silently thanked god that it was only a few minutes away.

‘You’ve got this, Chris.’

‘It’s nothing, it’s nothing! It’s literally nothing.’

‘All you have to say is what you feel. It’s that simple. You want to get to know her more and you’d like to see her sometime, not at the company.’

‘She doesn’t have to know everything else. She doesn’t have to know you saw her earlier. She doesn’t have to know that’s why you canceled on her.’

‘But damn you may have some explaining to do if she brings something up about you and Jenna.’

‘No, she probably didn’t even notice or care.’

‘All you can do is lay it out on the table. If she doesn’t want you, then she doesn’t want you. But at least you can say you tried. You can live with no regrets.’

‘Come on, don’t back out. You can do this. You can do this,’ he repeated to himself as he saw the glow of the restaurant’s sign quickly approaching.

He quickly looked down to check his phone and get the time. He was hoping you hadn’t left yet by the time he got there.

As he went to put the phone away, he heard a familiar voice.

“Chan! Hey, what are you doing?”

Fuck. It couldn’t be.

The voice was recognizable, but the outline, not so much. All black outfit with a black mask. If Chan hadn’t heard him speak, he’d have no clue it was Jungkook. He was just standing there, leaning against the wall of the business directly next to the restaurant. It was a little ominous really, hidden away in the shadow of a street sign- the light of the moon not even able to hit him.

“Hey man, what’s up?” Chan tried to play it off like he wasn’t internally freaking out.

“Ah, I was just about to meet a friend. What about you? Are you headed to the JYP party in there?” He motioned to the restaurant.

‘Okay great, so he’s here to meet a “friend” and just so happened to know that YOU would be here… a SECOND date with him in one goddamn day?!’

Chris got extremely flustered. All of the confidence he once held was now leaving his body entirely.

Did he want to be brave? Yes.

Did he want to prove that he could be better for you? Yes.

Did he idealize in his head how this night was going to go and now that’s all going to shit? Yes.

Chan was officially in panic mode.

“Ah you know what, I was going to head in for a bit, but damn, you just reminded me! I ran off and left my wallet. I’m gonna have to go find it before someone else does. Ah fuck,” he lied through his teeth.

“I’m sorry man, that’s the worst! Do you need me to hold your stuff for you til you get back?” JK said, looking down to the flowers in Chan’s hands.

“Oh these? Yeah, it’s a ... friend’s birthday! So I had picked these up. But uhm… Actually, if you want them you can have them! By the time I walk back and turn everything upside down to find my wallet, I don’t know that I’ll actually make it back here. The flowers are probably gonna die tonight without water anyway, so I’ll have to buy another batch tomorrow. Please feel free to take them off my hands if you think you or someone else could use them. Seriously."

Chris didn’t really know why he said this. He didn’t know why he had lied about so much. He owed NOTHING to JK. Were they friends? Sure, but not close enough to feel bad about liking the same person.

He just needed to be out of this moment quick.

There he was again- a coward. Running away from his feelings, he knew. He knew he was ruining it yet again. But he couldn’t confront this reality. Not now. Not so openly and in front of everyone. He needed to get out fast.

“I mean sure man, I’ll take them if you don’t want them. I’ll find someone to give them to at least,” JK smiled down and took the bouquet into his hands. “Be careful going back in this cold! It’s getting ridiculous.”

All of a sudden, Chan heard it. It was unmistakable. His favorite sound in the world. Your laugh was coming closer.

He looked off a few yards away to see you stumbling out of the restaurant, holding tightly to Changbin.

In that moment, he was cursing his luck that Changbin got to have you as a mentee instead of him.

He knew you'd be searching for Jungkook at any moment. He needed to get out fast.

“Yeah, you too man. I’ll see you soon, yeah?”

Chan turned on his heels with his head down and sped away. He didn't dare look back for fear of what he might see. He knew he couldn't take it again.

In that moment, he was thankful for the strong wind chill hitting his face, drying out the singular tear rolling down his cheek.

At least he knew his flowers would get to you somehow.

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Y/n's POV:

You held on to Binnie for dear life, making small strides so as not to lose the little bit of balance you had.

"I've still got to have a mentee for the show, so we have to get you back in one piece! If not, I'll kill you," Changbin said, letting out a chuckle.

In your drunken state, it made you cackle.

"You couldn't kill anyone Binnnnnnieee. You're too sweet," you smiled and booped him on the nose. You felt yourself lose your footing the slightest bit, but quickly moved your hand back to your side to stabilize.

"I'm sweet, but that doesn't mean I couldn't crush you in two seconds," he teased. "One squeeze while I've got you in a headlock and you're a goner."

"Oh yeah? I'd like to see you try!" you challenged him, stopping mid-stride and taking one step back.

"Oh you're on!" he made quick work to pull your arm around to your side, moving your whole body along with it until you were turned away from him. One swift movement had his bicep around the side of your neck, arm extended around the other half, until his hand reached your opposite shoulder.

Suddenly, you felt yourself working harder to breathe.

He took his other hand and harshly rubbed it as fast as he could on the top of your head. "Noogies just for good measure!" he yelled.

"Okay, OKAY, you win! I give up!" you choked out as best as your could.

Suddenly, he released the pressure off of your neck and you took a deep breath in, your red face trying to tame itself.

As you panted, Changbin teased you. "So what were you saying about me not being able to absolutely destroy you?"

You playfully, lightly shoved into him. "Shut up. Knowing that, I don't know if I want you to walk me back now! Wouldn't want to risk anything, ya know?"

"I promise to not use my skills anymore tonight. Deal?" he laughed and held his extended arm out for you to loop your own into.

"Deal," you smiled and wrapped your arm around his, starting back on the journey to your original destination.

As you went to turn your head, you noticed something in the corner of your eye. A dark figure gently shifted in the shadow behind the restaurant. Fully black clothed, mask on his face. But the shoes- the shoes were a dead giveaway.

'Aren't those the shoes Jungkook was wearing earlier?'

You'd never forget them. Black, but with golden laces and a bit of golden detailing on the slight platform. You'd made a mental note earlier of how nice they were. You could barely make them out in the darkness, but there was no mistaking that they were the same pair.

You were looking back now, trying to make full eye contact. Why wasn't he coming to say hi to you?

His body shifted back further into the unlit cove.

An overwhelming feeling of uneasiness washed over you. You snapped your head back around to the front, focusing now on your walking. You started to pick up the pace as best you could.

"Woahhh, you okay?" Changbin said, noticing the shift.

You honestly didn't know.

'Why would Jungkook be here? Let alone be lurking in the shadows instead of coming to talk to you?'

'He knew you'd be here,' you told yourself. 'And he knew you'd be here with Bin. Is that what this is about? He's jealous already? Jealous enough to freaking follow you around all night? How could he not "trust you" if you weren't even together?'

You felt your heart begin to race inside your chest. Looking down at the ground, you whispered, "Binnie... I may be paranoid but think I might be getting followed."

Your strides were even wider now, as Changbin tried to follow suit.

"Why? Did you see something?!"

"There's this guy I know standing back there at the corner of the building where it was totally dark. I told him earlier that I'd be here with you. He didn't even acknowledge that I was here. Please just get me home!"

You both started moving as quickly as you could toward the end of the street, rounding a corner. You looked back to see if Jungkook was still in site. You didn't see anything, but that didn't mean he wasn't still following.

Changbin flagged down a cab and pushed the both of you inside.

"The JYP Building, please. Quickly." he instructed the cab driver.

"That's the opposite direction of my hotel! Here, it's actually-" you tried to chime in until Changbin cut you off.

"If someone is following you, do you really want them to know which direction to take for your hotel?"

'Good point.'

"JYP Building please!" you yelled toward the cab driver. You clung tight to Changbin's arm, swerving your head frantically to get a view through all of the windows.

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✨author's note: i know the past few chapters have been a bit tough, but i promise the next chapter starts to look up :)

[bigskydreaming]

I love your blog and I respect your opinions/reasonings in general, but Tony didn't blackmailed Peter into coming with him. This is a misinterpretation of their scene, IMO. And a lot of things in the MCU are different than in the comics; same as a lot of things in the marvel universes or different than in the 616 universe. I don't think you have to like their relationship (I'm fine with it, but it's not my favorite), however I'm not sure the reasons you gave for it being "bad" are very sound.

With all due respect, I'm not super keen on going down a MCU discourse rabbithole, so I'm going to keep this short, but Peter's literal first reaction was to say no to going to Germany and Tony's literal first response was to threaten to tell his Aunt May that he was Spider-Man. That might not rise to your personal threshold of what constitutes blackmail, but pressure was absolutely applied, and the degree of it has no bearing on the fact that it went hand in hand with how its literally illegal to take a legal minor across state lines - let alone out of the country - without their guardian's permission and yet Tony was the point person and face of the 'superheroes shouldn't be above the law' faction while cheerfully exempting himself from following any legalities he found inconvenient.

Lots of people also don't comment on the fact that the climax of the film is Tony pursuing Steve and Bucky to Siberia....without authorization from the oversight he and his side had spent all movie agreeing to submit to. At a certain point when he had the same information Steve and Bucky did, he just decided to act on his own in pursuit of them much like they decided to act on their own in pursuit of their agenda. But because Tony was NOMINALLY the head of the 'adhere to government oversight' faction, it went completely under the radar that he was doing the exact same thing he spent all movie condemning the other side for.

This all goes hand in hand for me. It exacerbates the situation with Peter, in ways where the set-up for getting Peter to Germany might not have irritated me as much without those compounding factors. But according to everything Tony paid lip service to all movie, the responsible, law-abiding reaction to being aware a minor under the legal authority of an adult guardian was engaging in risky vigilante behavior would've been.....to tell that guardian and bring them into the loop of what was happening and work out from there whether the minor joining the superhero endeavor was even in the cards, once the guardian was made aware of everything. Instead, Tony not only did the exact opposite, he used the enabling of Peter's further vigilantism vs shutting it down by alerting his guardian as leverage to help pressure Peter into assisting him with a specific endeavor.

Sorry, but to me that's blatant hypocrisy and something the script could have sold as part of Steve and his side's attempt to recruit Peter's help in that fight, but does not fit with Tony and his faction's stated goals and beliefs whatsoever. They broke the theme and messaging of their own movie just to shoehorn Peter and Tony into the dynamic they wanted, and that smacks of bad storytelling to me, which is more my issue. I genuinely don't care enough about Tony to be trying to smear him or his character with this in any way, I'm just like.....irritated that the entire MCU dynamic is built upon a foundation of shoving a narrative square peg into a round hole just to arrive at a desired end point....ie Peter as Tony's personal protege.

And I'm aware the movies don't have to follow the comics, but I'm a longtime reader of the comics, and keenly aware that the entire basis of the MCU dynamic WAS rooted in Peter and Tony briefly having a mentor/mentee dynamic during the comic book Civil War storyline. Like the MCU didn't fabricate it out of nowhere, they were directly inspired by that, and I have my issues with the comic book storyline and characterizations and so dislike that it effectively spawned the entire MCU Peter and Tony dynamic despite being only a blip in their respective overall character arcs and histories.....

But there, my biggest issue is more that just.....the MCU dynamic was inspired by and created to nominally mirror the comic book version, without ever breaking down or acknowledging that a key difference is the MCU introduced Peter as a minor under the care of an adult guardian when setting up this dynamic. Whereas in the comics, Peter was well into adulthood and no laws were actually being bent or broken or circumnavigated in pursuit of arriving at that dynamic. It couldn't directly translate onto screen as an adult and teen protege the way it existed in the comics as an adult and younger adult protege, but no attempt was made to translate the dynamic from the comics to the MCU in a way that took into account how the altered shape of their dynamic would inevitably recontextualize other elements of said dynamic in ways that had to be addressed or else....undermine their entire premise and characterization.

Which, IMO, is exactly what happened. And THAT is why it bugs me so much. I see the MCU Peter and Tony relationship and everything derived from it as a house of cards built on an inherently flawed foundation that the narrative just told people to accept as sturdy.

You certainly don't have to agree with me, but my reasons aren't really rooted in any preconceptions or pre-existing feelings about the characters that led me to look for any justification for being critical of them or their dynamic. Rather, what I perceive as shoddy storytelling that relied on the narrative just telling how the story should be interpreted even when I saw the actual events and character choices show something that was different in very key ways....this is what soured me on the MCU versions of the characters and their dynamic in the movie it was introduced in.

And so much for keeping it short. Let's just pretend what I meant by that is I'm gonna limit this to one reply instead of starting a back and forth of discourse. Cuz uh. It was. Honestly.

[chrysalis-the-butterfly]

Can you do Alastor please 🥺

Yep!

Send me a character and I’ll list:

Favourite thing about them: The radio filter on his voice! I'm a sucker for characters with artificial voice filters like that. And his disdain for "frivolous television technology" is amusing.

I recently rewatched the first episode of Hazbin Hotel with my dad, and he liked Alastor's radio filter too. (Yes, my dad watched some of Hazbin Hotel. And he decided it was "a bit too out there" for him.)

Least favourite thing about them: His design, I think. Yes, the creepy smile that never leaves his face is a nice touch, but that bob? It does nothing for me.

Favourite line: It's a close tie between, "Do you like blood, violence, and depravity of a sexual nature? Of course you do! That's why you're in Hell!" and, "Well, my dear, I haven't been active in Hell for some time, and everyone remembers me from my radio show! The proper medium to express oneself! But you insisted on this ... noisy picture box advertisement. So I had a little fun with it."

brOTP: I like his friendships with Mimzy and Rosie. The fact that he and Mimzy knew each other when they were alive is really interesting. And I can see how he and Rosie would bond over their shared fondness for cannibalism.

Plus, I just think it's funny that Alastor has been building this platonic girl gang around him. He's asexual, but also a chick magnet.

OTP: I don't really have one for Alastor. He's definitely ace, and he might be aro too, and I have yet to see a character that's made me go, "Ooh, I'd love to see what would happen if they were in a romantic relationship with Alastor."

But if I had to pick an OTP ... maybe RadioRose? Two cannibalistic Overlords causing chaos together? That would be pretty neat.

Actually, what about RadioStatic? The fact that the normally cool and collected Vox can be made to completely malfunction because of Alastor has piqued my interest. Maybe they were dating years ago, and then something went wrong. Or maybe they had a business partnership, and Vox wanted it to become something more, and Alastor just wasn't feeling it. Yes, Vox has Valentino now, but maybe there's a part of him that still pines for Alastor - which would be ironic, considering that Alastor has little to no interest in him.

nOTP: Charlastor. I prefer them having a "twisted mentor and innocent mentee" relationship, rather than a romantic one. Given that Alastor has positioned himself as a father figure to Charlie (albeit just to annoy Lucifer), it would be weird to think of them dating.

Random headcanon: Alastor has zero artistic ability. He once tried to paint portraits of the Hazbin Hotel staff and residents as part of an art therapy exercise, but they all look cursed. Or like cats. Or like cursed cats.

Unpopular opinion: Sorry, Alastor stans, I can't get on the hype train with this guy. Not yet, anyway.

I like characters that have a mixture of the known and the mysterious - that is, you know enough about them from the canon material that there are traits you can identify and latch onto, but there are also some things left up to interpretation for you to muse over.

Right now, Alastor's just a bit too mysterious for me. Is he going to be an ally? Is he going to be an enemy? I can't decide whether I like him because I don't know enough about him.

By contrast, I already know lots about Angel Dust, and I like what I've seen so far. And there are still things I don't know about him, such as how he met Valentino, that I can speculate on, which I find fun. That's why Angel is my blorbo and Alastor isn't.

Song I associate with them: "Love ka?" (a.k.a. "Rabuka") by Hiiragi Kirai and Ado. Particularly this Yokune Ruko cover. I see it as a RadioStatic song, because the lyrics are about sharks (Vox likes sharks, doesn't he?) and about bugs (which would fit with Vox glitching out).

The ending lyrics translate as, "These putrid 'love you,' 'love you,' 'love yous' have already fallen to the ground and died out. If you don't like what you found within your reach, maybe you should stop looking." That sounds like something Alastor would say to Vox.

Favourite picture of them:

[progenycursed]

what’s the pale kings relationship to each of the dreamers? I kept re-reading your comic and noticed how friendly PK and Lurien are, like really friendly like when PV first eats or in the first enhancement (?) to PV. And it got me thinking how PK and Lurien see each other and that lead to how the Dreamers see PK and how the PK sees them. uhh sorry if my wording is weird lol

At long last! Wall of text be upon ye! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Since the comic is still a fair ways from the dreamers being chosen, this information might change in the future. ┐(´～｀)┌ At this point in the comic(chapter 16), the dreamers have not been chosen. With all the set backs with the vessels, the Pale King hasn’t been able to figure out what all the Hollow Knights bindings would look like. He needs to know what the final product is going to be and how the void behaves so he can make the bindings as secure as possible.  Can’t make a trap without knowing what materials one is working with. Can’t make a prison cell if you don’t know how the biddings are set up. So at this point, the eventual dreamers, are just people living their lives. Each with their own relationship with the Pale King. 

Lurien: 

Mentor mentee. Pseudo friendship 

Lurien idolizes the king. Coming from an ant colony, a strong devotion and non romantic love for their leader is common place, expected, and instinctual. From this base point, his admiration only grew after the king healed him, gave him his dream job, and extended his life.

So how the pale king acts around him, throws him through a loop. Lurien expects a regal leader, calm, composed, with the highest of manner and indifference to the individual. But instead, he gets very enthusiastic god that sees no reason to hide his emotions or interests, sees no reason to use something as trivial as manners, and genuinely cares about all his people. Lurien wants to try to match that energy and casual nature, but he can’t throw away natural instincts and a lifetime of social training. So he can never really relax to the degree he wants. He is a very well spoken individual that always knows what to say, so when he tries, it’s not uncommon for him to forgets all of it when he talks with a literal god king. 

For the Pale King, Lurien is the closest thing a mortal can get to being a friend. Which doesn’t sound like much, but for a being that outlives every mortal he comes across, and with higher beings tendency to hate one another, friends are few and far between. So to him, Lurien is one of the most important people to him. He enjoys his company, but he is well aware that Lurien will always sees him as a god king. So he can’t be as himself as he would like around. 

And for those wondering, neither of them have romantic feelings for the other. Lurien has never even entertained the idea. If he ever did, the idea would be appalling to him. The king is his leader, not some romantic crush. As for the Pale King, wyrms are not designed to have romantic feelings. Cause if two fully grown wryms stuck together to raise their young, they would decimate the local ecosystems to feed them, and their offspring would still starve. So the Pale King, doesn’t really experience romantic love. So sorry-not sorry to the shippers on this one, there is no romance between these two in this comic.

Monomon: 

Science buddies. 

There first meeting was an accident. She needed to talk to the king so she went to find him. In his lab, fixated, working on kingsmold and wingsmold. Not knowing better, and slightly intrigued at seeing void, she approached, and learned first hand what happens to anyone in the lab with him. Unlike other impromptu lab assistance thought, she enjoyed it. She offered advice, suggestions, feedback, and knew when to duck out of harms way. Leading to engaging discussions, new breakthroughs, and not a fixation-breaking dead body. It was only when the fixation ends, did the pale king realize she was there. Sure he was talking with her, working with her, having full discussions with her, but he was fixated. Steps are skipped when you are fixated. For example, the steps to meeting people:

Step 1: Consciously acknowledge there is a person 

Step 2: Can talk, interact, and work with said person

He just, skipped step 1. Onto how they see each other. 

To her, the pale king is another hardcore science nerd like her, and an untapped resource of knowledge. Few others can keep up with her intellect, curiosity, and drive to learn more. Sure he is the king, but he is another scholar first in her mind. So she is known for just dropping in to see him if she has a new discovery or all her assistants have fallen asleep during one of her multi day science experiments. Her only issue with him is his tendency to keep some things hidden or abstract. He won’t explain anything about the void aside from it’s dangerous for mortals. And when she asks about his experience as a higher being, he explains it in a way that no-one could understand. 

For him, she is the only mortal that has a level of intelligence, knowledge, and scientific enthusiasm that is any where near his. She can keep up with his fixations and science/engineering spirals. She can keep up with his ramblings, doesn’t hate them, engages with them, and is willing to act on them with him. And she is smart enough so as to not die or get hurt during any experiments. The age difference does cause problems though. She is a fraction of a fraction of his age, and their are many times that becomes apparent. There have been many a conversation where it becomes clear him and his experiences are alien to mortals. She also lack political grace, so she doesn’t understand there are some things that are better left unknown to mortals. 

That is where it ends for the both of them. They don’t have any sort of relationship outside of being science buddies. They never make small talk, neither care to talk about their personal lives with each other. Not for any negative reasons, but because they would rather talk about science. Neither want to risk changing their relationship, so they are never interested in trying. 

Herrah: 

Political leaders. 

When she first went to meet him after her spouse died, she expected a fight. To prove she was the true deepnest leader as she had done with her own people that questioned her. She had all her arguments prepared, and even weapons if it got heated. Instead, when she introduced herself as the new deepnest leader, he just accepted it. No argument, no protest no questioning of her skills. Just Okay, so about the trade agreements. It was with that one sentence that she realized that maybe, just maybe, all the stories she heard about the pale king may have been biased. So she decided to make her own opinion. 

Most of the politics between Hallownest and Deepnest are handled by ambassadors. The two of them rarely meet. Usually only doing so in the most serious of political situations. As he isn’t allowed in Deepnest as he is to bright for all the night vision people creatures living there. And she hates going to Hallownest, because it is to bright, clean, and uppity.  

Herrah is a smart and cunning leader of the beasts, and show knows better than to pick a fight with a civilization that vastly outnumbers hers. Especially since their standing with the Mantis tribe is, rocky at best. That paired with their well established trade relationship, she plays nice. For the most part. She will still poke at their boundaries to see where the line is with the Pale King. To her, he is a leader that sits behind his walls of luxury and never involves himself with the lower class. A pompous, dainty leader that knows little of the world around him. Just like the rest of the Hallownest upper class that infest the palace. So she likes to try and push his and Hallownests boundaries to test him. To her great irritation, he rarely reacts in a way for her to get a good handle on what kind temperament he has. And he treats her like a common citizen which pisses her off to no end. 

For the Pale King, he both likes and dislikes Herrah in different ways. He doesn’t know much about the Deepnest culture, and never understood the whole ‘bloodline’ thing that ran the leader position for so long. To him, she is just another mortal leader. So he treats her like everyone else. When she speaks with anyone, she is blunt and straight to the point. A trait he wishes many of his citizens would have. So many of his citizens talked in long winded political speeches with hidden meanings and requests sprinkled throughout. Making it very difficult for him to respect their privacy and not read their minds just to get to the damn point! 

For the dislikes, when she has to get involved in a political conversation instead of her ambassadors, she will barge into the palace and demand to speak with him. Refusing to leave until he shows up. Even the other Deepnest leaders didn’t do that. But it is well within the behavior the spiders employe in their political practices. ‘Poking the wyrm’ as they all liked to call it. Testing the limits of his patiences by pushing the borders between the lands, harassing his citizens whenever they are in the city for negotiations, and the constant threats and posturing that is their ‘trade negotiations.’ He knows how to deal with them, and unlike the other Deepnest leaders, she is far more willing to work with his kingdom and actually think instead of just playing tough. Unlike some other political leaders he has to deal with. 

And because I know this question will be asked after all that:

White Lady

Best friend and platonic soul mate. 

As a wyrm, he doesn’t really have romantic feelings. It’s not advantageous for his species, so there was no reason to evolve it. Very similar to the White Ladies’. Keeping the mate around would lessen the offsprings chance of survival. So neither of their species is designed to feel romantic love. But the White Lady does feel lust.  

My head cannon for their relationship is different than what a majority of the fandom thinks. I don’t think he pursued her. I think she pursued him. It’s cannon, from her mouth directly, that she has a “voracious desire” to breed. (◯Δ◯∥) So I image the moment he was within line of site, she was on him, flirty up a storm. Leaving him, just, absolutely baffled. This was not a behavior he had ever seen from another higher being, let along it being directed at him. 

That was how it was for the first hundred cycles or so. Her, trying various ways to seduce him. Him, trying to ignore the horny tree as he learned how to build a kingdom. But as the cycles went on, they slowly began to learn about each other. Whether they wanted to or not.

For her, this was the longest another higher being put up with her flirting without either teller her to ‘f*ck off’ or attack her for being annoying. When he didn’t chase her off, she just started talking with him. Asking him what he was doing. Confused that he was trying to help bugs that weren’t his. He didn’t make them, they weren’t his offspring, why did he care? It was baffling, but intriguing to learn what it was he was trying to do. 

For him, it was the longest another higher being had been around him and not attacked. She was persistent, and wouldn’t take ‘I’m not ready for kids’, ‘I don’t even think that is possible,’ for an answer. But she never threatened him or his budding kingdom, so he put up with her. When she started asking questions, he shared his plans to at least placate her. What he wasn’t expecting though, was her actually listening. Which was a new experience for him. Sure some of his new people tried to listen, but his goals were far beyond what they could comprehend. Their eyes always glazing over shortly into the explanation. 

With each new interaction, they learned more about the other. She began to see him as something besides a way to procreate. He began to see her as something besides a pushy plant begging for a drink. They would talk for days with each other. Both learning what it meant to be able to relate to another being. They began to enjoy each others company. Getting to a point where they could enjoy each others company without having to say a word. 

They became friends, not only enjoying each others company, but actively seeking it out. They began to build the kingdom and rule together. When he cast off his shell, she followed shorty after, spreading her from so far that her main body shrank. They were each others best friend. The only person who understood them on every level in every way. They could vent to each other, bounce ideas off each other, joke with each other. They were always interested in the others newest fixation and would always ask questions. Knowing how much it meant that someone was interested enough to want to know more. 

It was’t long until their people started calling them soul mates. A concept neither of them fully understood, but it was accurate enough they never refuted it. Going so far as to confirm their union to the people of Hallownest by solidifying it with each other. The titles of king and queen no longer just symmetrical titles, but official in the strange customs of the mortals. Swearing their commitment to the other with a medallion, then each taking a piece to always keep with them. 

Those are, at least at time of writing this, the relationships between the dreamers and the pale king. With a bonus ship thrown in. Again, not sorry about not being on the Lurien/Pale King ship. That will be a running theme in this comic. Loving relationships that don’t end with fucking. Because I want some variety dammit! (ﾉ｀□´)ﾉ⌒┻━┻

[profanepurity]

I am here to knock on your door and peer inside for any Sister Diana and Bellamy info, because this is my fave AU now. I am very greedy and wish to know more (also Secondo being a girl dad, MY HEART)

Not only is Papa Emeritus Secondo a girl dad, but Bellamy also has two very evil satanic cardinals for uncles that watch very R-rated horror movies with her when they babysit. Don't worry, Copia always fast-forwards through the really bad parts, despite Terzo saying "she already knows about that stuff". Bellamy loves horror movies (and spending time with them), but C still got her that rat plushy for when she spends the night- which she named Lumaconi.

Lol so this response got super plot-driven, which is why it took ages to finish, I’m so sorry about that! This is going to focus mostly on how Secondo met Sister Diana when he was a Cardinal under Primo’s papacy, the ‘ghuleh’ that haunts the mortuary, and baby Bellamy. I really wish I could have rendered these, but I just didn't have the time unfortunately 😞

TW: This gets spicy. There are mentions of sex and suggestive imagery, but nothing explicit. Also TONS of angst. Mentions of death and blood. 

Thank you so much for your ask. Your support means the world to me! Enjoy 🖤

Diana was taken in as an orphan by the church as a young teen. Despite her unknown family history, she quickly grew accustomed to her new home at the ministry. She met Eliza when she began training to take her official vows. Their relationship started out as mentor and mentee but grew into a friendship once Diana had taken her final vows. Despite there being a bit of an age gap, they quickly became very close. Diana would often pull some of Eliza’s darkness out of her, encouraging her to “have some fun”, while Eliza was more the voice of reason. After Primo and Eliza married, you better believe Diana’s teasing was relentless, and even more so when Eliza was made Prime Mover. Though this came to bite Diana in the ass when she started eyeing Primo’s first younger brother, much to Eliza’s delight.

Primo seemed to ascend from a Cardinal to Papa in the blink of an eye, taking Eliza as his Prime Mover and promoting Secondo to a Cardinal. Secondo was of course no less lively decades ago than he is now. His reputation among the siblings of sin and even to a few outside followers/ connections with the church was nothing short of promicuous. While he continued to appreciate the pleasures of the flesh and substance, Secondo was perhaps lesser known to be quite active within the dark arts. His nose was either in a grimoire or a porn mag, no in between. 

Diana had taken her place overseeing the mortuary of the church, having a fascination with the dead and the dark powers that collect the soul as they are taken to Hell. When Secondo happened to find himself drifting towards the art of necromancy, the mortuary was the first place he looked for “research materials”. The first night Secondo met her, Sister Diana had been sewing a newly dead sibling back together after she had embalmed them and performed the ceremonial ritual to send off their soul. This hauntingly gorgeous sister, clad in a white, bat-like Cornette, with a cold gaze that would often unsettle other siblings of sin, lifted her eyes to him, and allowed the corners of her full lips to curl in a small, but controlled smile. There was no shyness or intimidation on her face by the sight of Cardinal Emeritus II, like so many siblings often had. She moved like a ghost around her table, silent, floating like a flower petal. You could say it was Asmodeus himself who brought them together, consuming them with the delightful sin of lust. 

Diana was charmed by his demanding presence and intense stare, and her odd serenity and striking beauty enamored Secondo. It was suppose to just be a one time thing. One night turned into two, and then a month later Secondo was having her sit on his lap while sipped on scotch, her hands resting on his chest as music served as pleasant background noise for them to enjoy eachother’s bodies tol. Then they were driving with the top down through the night lit streets of LA, and he got to see her hair whip around her face, free from her habit, as they went club to club; drinking, laughing, fucking. Next thing he knew Secondo awoke one morning to a spare toothbrush in his bathroom and spare clothing having found a permanent residence in his quarters. What shocked him more so was that he didn’t seem to mind.

At first, Secondo assumed these many shared nights were what caused him to find himself coming back to her time and time again. It was only natural, to bond with someone, it had been a year at this point after all. But what he would never admit to himself, was that the long, deep conversations he would find himself sharing with her within the private walls of his quarters, late at night, made him feel connected to someone else in a way he’d never been before. No, seeing the same lust within her for both carnal explorations and for knowlege of the dark arts that he shared himself was not at all attractive to him. Waking up to her presence in his bed, wearing his shirt, sharing his warmth vulnerably, showing her trust in him despite being reserved and isolate to nearly everyone else, did not melt his heart in the slightest. 

Sister Diana challenged him as an equal intellectually. Secondo knew of Diana’s unwavering nature, her own ambitions and independence, yet she allowed him to hold her. To lead her in a dance. To keep his hand on the small of her back as they walked. She willingly submitted her body to him, as he did to her too, behdind closed doors. 

He loved the way she would look at his younger brother Cardinal Emeritus III, not with carnal desire like some of the other siblings, but she would rather toy with him and match his own advances in a playful manner. Not once did Sister Diana look at anyone else like she looked at him, and only he would ever know that.

All that being said, Secondo has never, and may never be exclusive to anyone, as monogamy was never something he was drawn to in his life. Thankfully Diana felt the same way about her own sexuality. They silently understood this between eachother, despite never actually having a real conversation about it. Still, they would sit in the library for hours as they studied together. She would come up to the quarters of the high clergymen and massage his shoulders as he finished paper work. He would come down to the morgue to bring her coffee and food when she would be working nights. There was no denying their love for eachother.

Their meetings fell into a comfortable routine. So you can image how it confused Secondo when Sister Diana wasn’t in the mortuary at the time she usually was every other day. How it started to make his brow crease when he couldn’t find her anywhere else in the church. The Cardinal found her in the very last place he chose to look for her in. Perhaps if he had gone to her room first, things would have been different. Perhaps he wouldn’d have found her lifeless body, mutilated and pale, blood already beginning to dry upon her skin and the carpet as she layed on her bedroom floor. 

I briefly mention this scene in one of my one shots, “Child of Her Grave”, but of course I’m slightly changing how it goes already lol. But anyway, the family was in shambles to say the least.

Secondo had come to Primo in a daze. He didn’t know how long he stayed by her body, completely shell-shocked at the sight until he decided to knock on his brother’s door at 2 in the morning. The unlit halls of the church disguised her blood that now stained his cheek and clothing. He simply told Primo that Sister Diana had been killed, unable to utter anything more. 

Her death occured on the same day that an incredibly important ritual needed to be performed. It had only been hours after Secondo told Papa Primo that he was now faced with having to tell his Prime Mover that her best friend had been murdured over night. 

The combination of seeing his brother struggling to process finding his lover’s body, and holding Eliza against him as sobs racked her body, was the most torturous thing Primo had ever experienced. But they were left with no time to process their grief.

The higher clergy, along with Sister Imperator, were adamant with Papa Primo that the ritual not be delayed simply because of one sibling’s funeral. But when Papa didn’t come when he was summoned for the ritual, several Bishops stormed his quarters in anger and frustration at the delay of the incredibly time-sensitive ceremony that still needed hours of prep work before dawn. Primo was considered one of the more patient Papas that was very difficult to truly anger, yet he didn’t feel an ounce of remorse as he killed one of the Bishops for daring to raise his voice while Eliza was shaking violently against his chest.

Her burial ceremony was quiet. Secondo sat by her grave afterward and refused to move. It broke Primo’s heart that he wasn’t able to attend with Eliza and his brother. He got there as soon as he could, heading straight to his cardinal. He had been aware of his relationship with Sister Diana, it had been obvious to Papa that the year they spent together has made his brother close to her, even if Secondo himself refused to admit it. He could only imagine his pain. Someone was standing over his brother- who he barely registered, thinking it was their father Nihil deciding to be present. Primo was not prepared to see the wrath of Satan in his brother’s eyes. He should have known then that Second Emeritus was planning something in his silent anguish, but Primo found a brief sense of relief knowing the Old One was with him when he couldn’t be.

The ritual had required Carinal Emeritus III and Cardinal Copia to be in attendance of course. The roles of the two satanic princes of the church had been flipped. Terzo was the one now wringing his hands and stuttering over his words. Both of them wanted to be with Secondo, but Copia sent him off before they left the offices of the higher clergymen. It was important that at least one of them was there.

Terzo felt his heart hammer in his chest as his legs carried him across the cemetery.Even when they were boys, Terzo had never seen Secondo cry. His brother was always so stoic. Secondo took everything in stride and grace, and demanded nothing but authority in every situation. But when he reached his destination, Terzo stared at a man that was just as lifeless as the bodies six feet under them. 

He was almost afraid to touch him. He didn’t want to upset his brother further, but Terzo couldn’t bring himself to leave either. The younger brother’s throat tightened and he stood rigid- but soon eased himself beside his superior dark Eminence, sitting on the painfully cold metal bench that faced her grave.

He held his breath for Secondo to snap and tell him to fuck off, he almost wanted him to, just to have a sign of normalcy from his brother. When that never came, he slipped his arms around him, and just press himself as close as he could, remaining silent. When there was still no reaction from Secondo, he laced his hand in his and squeezed.

 “Ti voglio bene...”

Terzo hated how his voice shook and cracked when he whispered it against Secondo’s shoulder. He needed to get a fucking grip- 

Weakly, Secondo finally squeezed Terzo’s hand back. Oh- Lucifer, he can’t cry. That’s all it took for Terzo to press his face against his brother’s shoulder and hug him tightly. 

Thunder raged in the distance when Terzo’s blinding white eye spotted one of Nihil’s ghouls walking over to Imperator at the top of the stairs to the church's entrance. The sight of dried blood on black fabric made violet lightning split the sky- before an explosive peal broke the silence.

To this day they still don’t know exactly which ghoul murdered her.

As soon as the moon had cast a blinding glow upon the cemetery did Seconod’s mourning cease. He has been mentally preparing to recite the words of the many grimoires he’d read with Sister Diana, realizing that the dark arts had brought them together for a specific purpose, in this moment, he would raise her from the earth. It needed to be done before the decay of her internal organs began. It was the most demanding casting Secondo had done at that point in his practice. But by the time the moon was at its peak in the sky, Diana rose from her grave, her skin sickly, bones snapping back into place and mending her body where it had been broken. Standing in a horrific sight from the hole she clawed herself out of. Her hand’s blacked and clawed, raw from scratching out of her own casket. Yet she smiled at him like the day he met her.

Now you can really imagine the family’s reaction, seeing the dead sister walking through the halls the following day of her funeral. Sister Imperator seemed especially stunned, for whatever reason. I’ll have to draw some of these reactions later lol.

Thankfully not much changed after that, as Diana kept to herself mostly, her returned presence was not immediately noticed by the rest of the church. The siblings would of course rumor that a ghost haunted the mortuary, with exposed bone and rotting flesh. None of this was true of course. Secondo only noticed she was colder to the touch now, and smelled more like the earth, but her beauty and mind were in tact. He knew why Lucifer brought them together that day with necromancy, and he was now more driven than ever to master the evil forces. 

Nonetheless, Cardinal Secondo and Sister Diana were very happy to be reunited. Bellamy was born just a little over a year after her mother’s resurrection, as physical proof of that rejoined love. 

Currently, in the timeline of this au, Bellamy is now seven years old and Second is now Papa Emeritus II. There will be more content to come with her, I know this response is getting stupidly long lol. For now, I’ll end it with this goof ass doodle of Bellamy’s dedication ceremony to Lucifer and Lilith, actually led by Papa Nihil, who shockingly volunteered to dedicate his granddaughter to the Lords of Hell at the altar. 

Primo better get a comfortable ass seat in hell for the shit he puts up with.

That’s all for now 💐🖤

[kitnita]

hiiiii what are your top personal ships of choice for roope and wyatt?

hiiiii! like any person with eyes i see the appeal of roope with miro, or robo, or him with miro AND robo, etc. also i will probably at some point write more roboroope vampire fic because that was fun to me!! i think there's something fun in adding vampirism into their relationship, which is almost strictly a work thing; roboroope was Made for exploring the way intimacy blurs lines, because they so clearly have a brain connection & are so clearly uncomfortable when it's pointed out. they should top that off with blood drinking. i've wanted to go back & explore the potential there a little more since posting that first silly little vampire!roope fic.

i really wanted to get more time to explore roope's vibes w delly (rip) and will probably still end up doing that for at least one (1) fic at some point in the nearish future. i think a corefour (robo roope otter miro) fic at some point would be fun! also maybe just roopeotter, because the way that roope is always there when otter's at Peak Bitchy in net is so fun to me. otter swiping at an opposing player after a stoppage and ROOPE of all people coming in to white knight for him until miro shows up to actually help is so fun!! i know i've seen it happen more than once but take this one gifset of proof.

(sorry this has become less 'personal ships of choice' & more 'fic i want to write for roope.' sorry. but also. like. you get it.)

wyatt i DO actually have big personal ships of choice for!! obviously i love dellywyatt & will probably continue to write for them even with delly in san jose (rip) now because it is simply so narratively compelling to me, and just one 60k fic wasn't enough. i need to write more dellywyatt novels to feel complete, as a person. but also i really like wyatt's dynamic with harls!!! i have one fic for them in the active pipeline but i have ideas for more. oyb made those cheesy romance novel cover edits of the stars & i felt compelled to draw a mockup of a harlswyatt romance novel cover that i was going to post on its own until i decided i wanted to write dumb regency era fic for them to accompany it, so that will come At Some Point because i already have the cover art.

idk if i have any other more out there ships for wyatt. i know people have paired him up w any of the stars vets he's been mentored by which is fun! but mentor-mentee fic is Not So Much my vibe, usually. i've been doing a vibes collection for him & stank but that's a 'see where it goes' kind of thing rn, + also while i'm at it i think we'll see where mavloganwyatt takes us. etc etc etc.

[lyrakanefanatic]

hey pookie!!! i dont think we've talked one on one before but heyyy. love your page, but i wanted to know what are you most excited to see in tgg and why? for me you already know - LYRASON!!!!

OKAY SO I WAS GONNA ANSWER THIS RIGHT AWAY BC I LOOOVEEEEE THIS QUESTION AND HAVE SO MANY ANSWERS BUT I LOWKEY JUST FORGOT ABOUT IT 😭😭 LIKE I SAW IT AND WAS GONNA ANSWER AND THEN GOT DISTRACTED IM SORRY 😭

BUT ANYWAYS THANK YOU SM?? I LOVE UR PAGE SM TOO LIKE OUR BRAINS ARE THE SAME ISTG!! 💗💗<33

I HAVE A LIST ON WHAT IM MOST EXCITED FOR!!

1. LYRASON. yes, i know it sounds basic, but i’ve been rooting for them for TOO LONG to give up now! 😡 plus their scenes so far have had me SCREAMING so i just can’t wait!!

2. what ever happened to lyra’s father. this has been on my mind forever and i can’t stop thinking about what he knew or what happened that was so irreversible that he had to ki// himself. (if that’s the situation) i also wanna find out what kind of relationship he had with tobias! like was thomas just one of his “people” that wronged him, were they friends, or was it even a mentor/mentee scenario?? also ANOTHER thing that’s been on my mind, but what if it wasn’t tobias?? what if it was toby?? i mean, his memory did get wiped. maybe he caused thomas to shoot himself and just doesn’t remember it (although this theory is kind of a stretch)

3: the whole david golding being related to one of the contestants theory. i just KNOW that what happened to david is going to get explored in tgg bc 1. the game is on hawthorne island and 2. he’s the only person who died in the fire that we know close to nothing about. kylies related to avery and hannah, toby was hannahs lover, colin is related to the grayson family, but what about david?? he’s the only loose end from all of them. i’ve also seen plenty of people theorizing that he could be related to lyra, but there is another possibility that he could be related to one of the other contestants too. although its most likely lyra he’s related to, since that could also deal into the whole her-father-shooting-himself-and-then-dying-with-the-hawthorne-name-on-his-lips thing! 😃

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK BC IVE FINALLY BEEN ABLE TO PUT ALL MY THOUGHTS ABOUT THE GRANDEST GAME INTO ONE POST AND ALSO I LOVE THEORIZING WITH MY MOOTS 🫶🫶<33

[garoumylove]

Forgive me OPM darlings for I have sinned...

I see a few people reading and interacting with my posts lately which makes my heart super happy but I think it's time to come clean.

I have committed the cardinal sin: I do not like the ending of the MA arc or the way Garou is characterised post his fight with Saitama.

I'm sorry...I'm sorry if this lets you all down. I know that this is not the Done Thing in the OPM fandom but I just...can't.

Now let me be clear because confessing to this comes with so many assumptions.

-NO, I DO NOT HATE THE MANGA. I fell in love with Garou through the manga. He become the light of my life during the A-Class fight. I think the manga did an amazing and brilliant job of capturing him and his spirit up until a certain point.

-NO, I DO NOT THINK THE MANGA SHOULD HAVE BEEN A 1 TO 1 CARBON COPY OF THE WEBCOMIC. While I do think the webcomic did a better job of Saitama vs. Garou and its aftermath than the manga, I don't think it should have been a straight up copy of it.

So what don't I actually like?

I stopped loving it after Garou got to the surface after the long hiatus of us not seeing him due to the Psykos fight.

Ever since he re-emerged he was not the same cocky, decisive, independent , threatening character. He was completely softened up to the point where, to me personally, his personality was no longer recognisable as the Garou I fell in love with.

I've had many discussions with people who feel similar to me and people who feel the complete opposite. The deal is that Garou since then has been really pure, way more than before.

I'm not upset because he's happy, I always wanted him to be, I just don't like the pure, age regressed Garou. He seems more naive and comical than before. To me, he feels more like Luffy now than Garou. It's not that I wanted him to be depressed and angry all the time, I just wanted him to be happy but more of a cocky young adult rather than the kid-like Garou we have now. I didn't want him to submit to authority so easily and for Bang to treat him like a small naughty child. I wanted him to reconcile with Bang and have a more mature mentor/mentee relationship and probably not so soon after his defeat.

I don't want to get too much more into this because I know this is a very sensitive topic and people get really upset about it as I've learned through personal experience. But I just wanted to be completely honest with anyone who may be reading or interacting with my posts.

I understand why so many people do like this much softer, child-like Garou and I think it really comes down to personal preference and unfortunately, that just isn't mine. I will continue to write and draw Garou as I see him, the Garou that I have built up in my mind based on everything up to the surface fight. The Garou that I fell in love with.

It's just my preference, just like some people like soft and fluffy fanfics and some people prefer darker, more brooding stuff.

I think there's no question that Garou's characterisation has changed to become more of a sweet comic relief and that's just something I'm not that attracted to.

I respect everyone's preferences and opinions and headcanons of Garou and other characters but these are mine.

I'm just going to keep doing what I've always been doing but I wanted to be honest with this because some people take this very seriously and this debate has ended friendships.

Please love the Garou that you love and enjoy what you enjoy. I guess I am just a heretic and will continue to be so. I'll go say my ten Hail Marys now ;)

[kourota]

i’d just like to say that i’m currently reading your shinbaku fic and thoroughly LOVING it!!

do you have any tips on staying motivated and coming up with plot points for long fics? i really wanna write a mha fic but always struggle with ideas after the first few chapters

oh man, thank you so much!!! it makes me so happy to know that you're enjoying the story! (i think i read some of your comments in my inbox but i just got back from a study trip so i haven't had the time to check it yet aksjnskj)

honestly, my shinbaku fic just spiralled out of control because i got possessed by the plot, but i can totally give you the techniques i used to flesh it out and write it all down!

coming up with plot points

sometimes all you have is a vibe, or like one hyper-specific scene you want to write, and you want to turn it into a long-fic, or at least a decent story with a start, an end, and a middle.

what i like to do is answer three very important questions:

where is my character in the beginning?

where are they in the ending?

how long do they need to get there?

like with tcuyeh (the fic i wrote), this would be the answer to those questions:

shinsou is a stranger to bakugou

shinsou and bakugou become lovers

since they're both introverts who take time to open up to each other, and since their lives are structured around tight circles, it's gonna take a LONG time for them to go from strangers, to friends, and then to lovers. therefore, the story needs a LOT of situations to be written

and that's how you create the necessity for the plot. when you understand WHY you need to write the story, it'll give you an approximate idea of the length of the story, along with the number of plot points you might want to come up with!

coming to the plot points: it's never easy to figure out how many of them the story needs. some stories are nice to read because there's just one thing going on (sets a calmer, more relaxed pace) and others are interesting because of the chaos of so many things happening at once (a breakneck pace can be thrilling and exciting). so it's up to you to decide what kind of a pace/vibe you want going for your story!!

anyways, there's a couple of ways to increase the number of plot points in your story! (ik, it took me so long to get here aksjdnksj sorry but i felt the need to explain everything first haha) hopefully, these will help you get started!!!

introducing characters: great way to create plots, because you'll have to determine three things: the relationship with the protagonist; the type of character (foil, static, stock, etc); and their significance to the plot (what are they doing?). and answering those questions can give you ideas like:

a character who helps the oblivious protagonist realize things

a character who hurts the protagonist and serves as a catalyst for character development

a character who influences the protagonist so profoundly that their entire perspective is changed

a character who exists for the sole purpose of chaos (a MUST for comedy stories imo lmao)

background relationships: platonic, romantic, w/e you want it to be, it's always fun to include background relationships! they may not be the main focus of the story, but writing situations for them or thinking about that pairing can help you find ideas to write your main story, like:

who is your MC's best friend? any other childhood friends they had? what about friends they had a falling out with?

a random stranger who interacts with your MC only once, but that encounter changes the way your MC thinks

family relationships can go the wholesome route or the drama route, and it's a great way to explore characters

mentor/mentee relationships are just top tier in every media but ESPECIALLY bnha

when you establish relationships like these, you'll get ideas for various situations you might want to include! and then you can take your time to work these into the plot!!!

character building: honestly, this is my favourite way to get plot points, because it helps me break down my characters, find their dreams, try and get a sense of their "voice" (narration style + thoughts). and when you understand your character, you can get ideas (from both canon and headcanons) for what kind of situations you want to write them into.

determining what kind of a conflict you want your character to have can go a long way into coming up with plot points.

for example, in tcuyeh, i gave shinsou the conflict of wanting to be a hero, but his past keeps stopping him from helping someone out. throughout the story, he slowly unlearns those behaviours, and finally overcomes his past in the climax, where he "achieves" his character development.

of course, every story doesn't need character development, but if it's your jam, you should definitely explore your character by finding out their: likes, dislikes, motivations, obsessions, outlook on life, etc etc, because you'll be surprised by the amount of ideas you'll get by asking yourself these questions!!

tropes lists: tumblr has a TON of tropes for almost every possible dynamic, and those prompts DEFINITELY help you get ideas of your own, or take a popular trope and give it a twist! it doesn't matter, because sometimes you KNOW those tropes and ideas, but you just can't remember them. or maybe what you do remember doesn't fit into the story you want to write

no worries, though! tropes can help you get ideas for certain scenarios you want to write, and trying to fit those scenarios into your story will definitely give you ideas for the plot!

for example: maybe you want the characters to share a bed. why are they doing it? how did they end up in the same room? how will the bed-sharing impact their relationship? will it change anything? why is there only one bed? are they close enough to warrant bed sharing? etc etc haha

x

one thing to remember, though, is that no matter how many plot points you come up with, what matters most is whether YOU want to write those scenes or not!!! you don't HAVE to include mind-boggling, revolutionary plotlines for a story to be good! it can just be a collage of things you wanted to write/read, all arranged in a somewhat coherent manner!

and that is how you'll actually stay motivated for long fics!!

staying motivated

take it from the slowest writer alive, writing longfic can be EXHAUSTING, especially if you have a lot going on in life. motivation can be so hard, even more so if you don't have an end in sight,,, which is why i find it extremely important to figure out the end of the story even before i start writing

having an end is good. it's a realistic goal, and it'll help you plan accordingly. doesn't matter if you write sequentially, or if you're like me, writing random ass scenes and then trying to fit them into the plot. when you know how your story ends, you won't feel so lost and overwhelmed. and the end doesn't have to be anything COOL, you know? it could just be something simple like "and they got together" or "and they all survived" or "and they became a family" etc etc.

now, once you've figured out the end, and then the beginning, you can do all the plotting in the middle however you want. bullet points, mood boards, playlists,,, there's no wrong tool to use to help you write your story. so here's a couple of tips to stay motivated:

getting an audience: posting can be counterproductive since engagement on unfinished fics depends on luck, but you could also find someone, maybe a friend, who is willing to read through your stories as you write. it honestly helped me finish my longfics, knowing that even if nobody reads it, at least my bestie (or future me) will enjoy it. the comments and feedback are LIFESAVERS when it comes to motivation. honestly if you can't find a reader, just find someone who will ramble along with you about the characters/plot! it's super helpful i swear

writing things you like: while this may seem obvious, it's also very, very true. honestly, i've had times where i only got through writing a chapter because there's a silly little joke in there that got me excited to write it out. so, include a smol treat in each chapter/scene, which is completely self indulgent and makes you kick your feet and roll around the floor in giddiness!!!

setting targets: this may not work for everyone, but i tried to give myself realistic goals like,,, finishing this chapter in 2 weeks, and stuff like that. it keeps me from forgetting about my story, which means i end up thinking about it and writing it more often!!! ofc, life often got in the way, but i always got back to my story no matter what, so yeah!!

overcoming the 4 chapter limit: i've always found it difficult to continue a story after the 4 chapter mark. like, nothing feels right anymore, and i wonder, why tf am i even writing this story. DO NOT LISTEN TO THAT VOICE!!! even if you end up writing bullet points for the 5th chapter, just do it!! push through!!! do not think about anything, just write! and then after pushing through 2 chapters of hell, suddenly it becomes easier. idk if this is universal or just me, but yeah akjnskdjfnkj

no more blank pages: sometimes an empty page can make you freeze up, or feel like you have to write the most perfect thing ever, so i like to drop a list of bullet points onto the page, detailing a brief summary of what's going to happen (could just be a line lmao, like "midoriya breaks his bones,,, again,,," ) or just straight up make memes about the chapter (i have done it before and i swear it is so fun lmfao) so it helps you get started on the writing part sooner!!!

daydreaming to music: no, seriously, when you can't write at all, just listen to music and imagine your characters doing something that couldn't possibly be a part of the story (like an epic boss fight or like a dance battle lmao). take a break from the plot, and just explore things creatively!!! it'll definitely help reset your brain, and then you'll be fresh to continue writing.

and remember!! if all you focus on is trying to get the story done, you won't be able to enjoy the process of creating it! you're not just a reader here: you're actively writing the story, and planning a whole lot of things, which takes time and energy! so don't push yourself too much, and let yourself have fun! throw in some inside jokes! make it as self indulgent as possible! there's no need to be coherent either, just write whatever nonsense sparks joy!!!

aaaaaaaahhhh i hope that's gonna be helpful lmao. if you still have any doubts, feel free to ask away! and thank you once again for reading my silly little story and loving it!!! i hope you have a wonderful day <3 <3 <3

[eroticwound]

Maybe part of my resistance to boxing Carmy and Sydney strictly into the “platonic” category is that I’m not even sure, based on what we’ve seen over the two seasons, if they are even friends. Sydney has been at the Beef/The Bear for a little over a year now (?), so maybe the window has been small to get super close, but you look at her relationships with the other characters and there’s imo much more clarity as to those friendships: she and Marcus of course are very good friends, he was probably her first friend at The Beef; she and Tina, it took some time to build that trust but once it was there Tina became her work mom and Syd values her companionship; although not shown explicitly, I also want to argue that Sydney and Nat have built a friendship of sorts since the end of s1 - they came up with CP at some point, meaning Syd felt comfortable enough (and Nat encouraged) talking shit about Carmy with her when he’s being Carmy. And the omelette was such a lovely act of kindness and care. Syd and Richie’s dynamic is significantly better than in s1, but it’s a bit awkward and kinda in the category of work friend that was once your nemesis but now you happily tolerate, if that makes sense? I do think it’s less intense between them by E10, and I’m curious how them working together like that on expo will make Syd more inclined to trust Richie more. The rest of the crew id say are amicable work friends to just associates?

That leaves her and Carmy. They’ve got crazy chemistry off the bat, their minds operate on almost the same level, completing each others sentences, etc etc. But while that’s great evidence of their strong work relationship, I can see Sydney if asked saying that Carmy is more so just a guy she works (and now is a business partner) with, whereas she’d definitely say Marcus is a good friend, yknow? Syd has huge emotional walls built up, doesn’t like to be vulnerable, though she’s done so when either one of the guys urge her to share more. From Carmy’s end, he actually might (subconsciously) view Sydney as his friend thanks to their easy connection. He also picked Sydney, whereas all of his current “friends” were just inherited from Mikey (sorry Fak). Doesn’t mean he loves them any less or that they aren’t his actual friends — just that with Syd, he’s starting fresh in making a friend. He really wants to get to know Sydney — how she’s feeling, what her former bosses think of her, what Sheridan was like, what her relationship with her parents is like (and he feels guilty for not knowing about her mom) — but his probing always happens in the context of cooking or the kitchen, and so Syd’s default is to be guarded or resort to humor. And I think that there were indications that they were growing closer through the chaos menu, but then he starts to date Claire and that project (and building a friendship) was put on hold for a long time and instead there was big a disconnect cause they weren’t communicating. So like yeah, there are platonic elements, but I say these two are operating as a more ambiguous, “secret third thing”. And especially after E10, I don’t know where their pre-friendship progress stands going forward cause I see their relationship as the one that may need the most repairing post Friends & Family 😔

hey anon! sorry for the delay answering this. i appreciate you dropping these bear thoughts in my inbox :)

i’m not sure what made you think i believe syd and carm are platonic? unless maybe you saw me tag something with “i’m a sydcarmy queer platonic truther.” if that’s the case, let me assure you that puts me firmly in the “secret third thing” camp with you. basically, i think it’s likely carmy is on the asexual spectrum, and what’s more “secret third thing” than a queer platonic relationship?

i agree with your reads on the other, clearer relationships between syd and the bear employees (tho i think there’s also a mentor (syd)/mentee (tina) quality between syd and tina. and marcus obvi feels less platonic/more romantic towards syd)

as for syd and carmy… idk, it’s the most complicated dynamic on the show. i disagree that syd views carmy as “just a guy she works with”—this is a guy she can be *creatively vulnerable* with, a colleague who has serious accolades who is telling her they’re working at the same level. who is telling her out of all the high end chefs he knows, he wants to collaborate with her. like, he believes in her and her food so much that he’s made her his partner in all of this. and that’s in addition to the crazy chemistry you reference! being a chef isn’t just a job for them, it’s an artistic calling. collaborating like they do is more on par with a directing duo than people who just work together in the same department. they make each other better at their chosen art (like that’s straight from under the table scene)

but i agree their friendship is.. in its infancy at the least lmao. and i think your reads for why syd is hesitant are correct. carmy’s only tryna get close and ask personal questions when they’re cooking (because he doesn’t know any other way to bond). that being said, besides her dad, she’s never shown chilling with anyone outside of former or current coworkers. syd clearly forms great relationships with her coworkers, like you point out and as further evidenced by her food crawl in sundae. but it’s heavily implied that syd is just as addicted to work as carm, and might not have a huge circle she hangs out with regularly (yet another syd/carm parallel). she’s got walls, like you say, and is shown to be uncomfortable with a lot of emotion (and can sometimes be a dick about it, like with mikey’s hat <3 ). so there’s allll that at play from syd’s end.

and i do agree that carmy views her as a close friend. i like that you point out everyone in carmy’s life except syd is an inherited relationship. that’s SO TRUE. in general, carmy is really delayed and unaware when it comes to relationships—ALL relationships, not just romantic. fak claims carmy and him are best friends but carm doesn’t think so, or rather he’s not really sure. he hasn’t had enough close friends to say. he thought mikey was his best friend, but then was frozen out and realized he knew nothing about him. he wants to be closer with syd, suggested the palate cleanser, which would have been a great way for syd and him to build their friendship, but then claire came along :\

i *am* super stoked to see where syd and carm’s relationship shakes out next season. like carm’s in suuuuch a bad place, and then syd is SOOO anxious about failing. i fear it’s going to get worse before it gets better… but i do think they’re meant to be together in the best (secret third thing) way :)

[cyber-night]

Today is Isoaltion yes I'm late I've been having flare up's you'll get your food when I can cook it.

WARNINGS: Isolation, abuse, unhealthy relationships, you can read it as mentor and mentee, ship, or father & son up to you, neglect, starvation, Mori is a shitty person in this

Dazai stood next to Chuuya as Chuuya recounted what had gone wrong with the mission, having no issues placing the blame on Dazai. Dazai didn't bother intervening. It had been his fault, after all. Still, he stayed quiet, knowing this wouldn't go over well with Mori.

Once Chuuya is dismissed and Dazai is left alone with Mori does he finally looks at him. Mori was calm but angry. "What am I supposed to do with you?" He asked tiredly. "I try so hard, and this is how you repay me? Actions have consequences. You've just cost us quite a bit, Dazai." Dazai can feel the panic and fear welling up inside of him his eyes are locked onto the carpet. He doesn't want to spend another night with the dogs or in a drug induced hallucination. "Of course." He answers stiffly. "I'm feeling merciful, come."

Dazai follows Mori swiftly, almost tripping over his own feet in his rush. He's led to the section of the basement that's essentially his own personal hell. Mori leads him to a small closet. "You'll be staying in here, alone to think about your actions." Dazai freezes. He'd almost prefer the dogs to this, almost. Being left with nothing but his thoughts is... dangerous. He's stripped of his clothes, and he pleads to keep his bandages at least, but Mori is having none of it. Mori tugs them off cutting them with a scalpel when he has to. Any other means of killing himself are taken as well, and he's shoved in the closet. He can barely turn around in the small room. The door is locked, and he listens to Moris retreating footsteps.

He sinks to the floor the cold concrete warms as he lies there. His mind is a mess... he knew deep down somewhere he didn't deserve this. He had been keeping his men alive, nothing more, but Moris voice reminded him he failed. He had been trained never to fail he was disappointing Mori. He's left there no food, water, bathroom, bed, or clothes for days. Dazai is dragged out of the closet filthy. Mori hoses him down the water is ice cold, and the water pressure is too high. It's painful. So is the light. It burns his eyes.

When Mori wraps a towel around him, Dazai clings to Mori. The isolation left him touch starved and lonely. Mori coos cupping his cheek. "I'm sorry, but I had to. You understand. Don't you?" Dazai nods meekly. Of course, he does failure results in punishment. How else is he supposed to learn. Mori carries him to his room holding him in his arms whispering soft words that dazai knows are just honey coated lies to keep him docile but after so many days alone he'd take any affection even Moris twisted version of it.

[all-for-the-simps]

Imagine Tuvok emotionally logically adopting you

Tuvok x son-like!male reader Star Trek: Voyager {IMAGINE}

Word count: 646 Trope: Father-son relationship, mentor vibes, reader has innocently clumsy and chaotic energy, found family, babyyyyy. Pronouns: He/him Context: You’re a relatively young and inexperienced security ensign (human) on Voyager. A/N: I like this concept, if you people want to see this as a oneshot, just tell me :)

��female-aligned people DNI🚫

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Imagine Tuvok seeing you struggling after Voyager left their stop at Deep Space Nine in the early days. Struggling as in “trying to do your job, but you have absolutely no idea what you’re doing.” Tuvok would try to ignore your shenanigans as long as he could, but he’d crack at some point. He’d take you to one side and give you a short lecture and you would immediately emotionall attract yourself to him. He’s like a beacon of hope for you and your frank clulessness at your job. You’re trying to be a good security ensign, but it’s hard when you talk to everyone you pass and trip over your own feet. Tuvok offers to mentor you for a short while to make sure you knew what to do when something serious happened.

Your relationship would grow from mentor-mentee to more father-son, as much as Tuvok wouldn’t care to admit. You admire Tuvok, and it shows. You follow him around when you can and as much as Tuvok would look away sort of annoyed and act like you weren’t there, he admires your outlook on life. You think that Tuvok is an inspiration and you learn a lot from him. Sometimes your perspectives on the way to do things are different, but both of you soon got over those differences and instead used them to analyse situations together to get better outcomes.

Tuvok doesn’t want to admit it, but he sees you as a sort of son. Sure, he thinks you have a tendency to be annoying and clingy, but he knows that if he’s occupying you, you won’t accidentally get yourself locked in the brig. During missions, he always insists that you go with him. Tuvok always says it’s for your “work experience benefit”, but Janeway can see straight through this. She lets you go with Tuvok on away missions and such, but not because of this so-called “work experience”. Janeway knows, like everyone accepts you and Tuvok, that you are basically Tuvok’s emotional support human. No one’s judging, people are just glad to see Tuvok loosen up a little bit and you be occupied by someone who’s a good influence.

Tuvok takes care of you and you take care of him, not that either of you actually realises this. You both can often be seen walking around the halls together, Tuvok lecturing you as you listen intently. You sit with him in the Mess Hall and talk about whatever nonsense you can think about. Tuvok used to be slightly bothered by this, but he later realised that in order to teach you, he needed to know you as a person. So now, he listenes to your ramblings with the same attention you give him when he’s talking.

He’s secretly proud of how far you’ve come since the first time he saw you. He often responds to your actions with affirming words to make sure you know you’re doing alright. In return, you try your best to take every piece of advice he gives you to heart so you can improve.

If you’re ever hurt from either a mission or a minor accident, you can guarantee that Tuvok will be the first person to see you in the Sick Bay. If he’s hurt, you do the same and everyone notices because you won’t be as warm as usual, you’d be jittery. Frankly, if you’re hurt, Tuvok experiences the same sort of thing, maybe in a Vulcan way, but everyone can tell he’s stressed.

Tuvok is someone you can trust, someone who grounds you to the present and someone who will never betray you. You remind Tuvok that he is part of the Voyager family and you remind him of his children back in the Alpha Quadrant.

You are there for each other even if you don’t realise it.

Tuvok: Father of the year, everyone.

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I know I haven’t done the requests, I’m so sorry ;-;. I’m trying to get them done, I promise. I’ve just hit a point where I’m trying to get the plot to make sense. I’m giving you this shorter kind of content because I find it easy to write, it's still content for you and it’s fun for me.