#that’s part of the reasoning for the first pic/photoshoot as a whole

[grave-st0ned]

dolltism be damned but they’re so pretty

[piratefishmama]

Crossing The Line | Part 9

“Eddie. Dude. You have to stop pacing, you’re gonna wear a hole in the goddamn floor and we ain’t covered for that.”

Eddie did not stop pacing, he just turned on his heel and went in the other direction, starting a fresh line in the floor. “But what if— nah, he wouldn’t… I doubt it, no he was probably just—but then what if—"

“Man, you’re spiralling, if he’s gonna come, he’s gonna come, if he doesn’t, then he doesn’t, what’re you worried about, you don't even like the guy” Eddie didn’t stop pacing. “Unless… Do you?”

“I… may have… actually looked into him?”

“You what?”

“After he turned up at the coffee shop! He was just… he was nice, dude, and… an he had no reason to be, at all, I was a bitch for a whole week towards him for no reason, but he was nice, and funny, and he can sing even if he can’t do shit with metal, he can sing, and… his photoshoots don’t touch up shit he really is that pretty, and I think i'm going to spontaneously combust and die if he turns up tonight dressed to blend in.”

“Wow.”

“Leave me alone!”

“Okay, so, what did you find out on your deep dive through Instagram?” Eddie finally stopped pacing. They were in what the bar deemed to be a ‘green room’ which was really just a room in the back for bands to get their shit together before the gig started, Corroded Coffin always turned up a good hour or so early to make sure everything was set, and of course, get rid of any pre-gig jitters. Gareth was the only one completely ready, his drums were already out there, set up and covered by a black sheet waiting for their time to shine, and his outfit was sorted ages ago.

So Gareth was the one currently in charge of dealing with Eddie, while the other two primped elsewhere.

“Not just Instagram, Jesus, imagine if I’d have scrolled too far back and liked a pic from like, 2001 by accident. How about no to that inevitable mortification. I googled.”

“You googled.”

“Yes I googled!! Did you know that he donated like, ninety-something percent of his earnings from a bullshit rom-com soundtrack deal to LGBT charities across the US after they cut a lesbian couple out of it?”

“No…��

“Neither did I! The fucker didn’t tell anyone!! I HAD TO DEEP DIVE INTO ROBIN’S INSTAGRAM! Trust me that was a scary thing to do, she’s scary. but he pulls that shit all the time apparently!” It wasn’t for publicity, it wasn’t to make himself look good to a demographic, he did it because he could. Because he wanted to. “Did you know he regularly terrorizes producers and directors into offering fair contracts for their child actors and young muscians like a goddamn world class showbiz babysitter?”

“…Nope.”

“Neither did I!! Did you know that he got PERMISSION to sing Crazy Train from the actual goddamn Osbornes? Cause I sure as shit didn’t know that either! He spoke to Sharon, DIRECTLY, Gareth, DIRECTLY. What the actual fucknuggets on fire, does he want with me?!”

“I dunno, to kiss you maybe?”

“WHY?!”

“Can’t claim to have an answer dude, you’re not exactly my type. Maybe you’re his, he did come all this way, right?”

“Pretty sure he could find a weird metalhead in his own damn town, y’know?”

“Maybe it’s not the metalhead thing, I dunno Eds, I just know that maybe this guy will be in the crowd, and if he is, hell yeah, you have managed to secure probably thee best opportunity we’ve ever had in the history of ever, by… being a bitch.”

“We’ve ever had?” Eddie looked at him with a small frown

“Yeah man! Steve Harrington is a huge star in the music world. Dude probably has his own goddamn recording studio in his place… maybe if it goes well… we could ask him if we could use it, save us some cash on a recording studio for demos.”

“…Dude. That’s. That’s kinda taking advantage isn’t it? An I’m not whoring myself out to get free studio time.”

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it, BUT if you start dating this guy—"

“Gare, anything you say that relates to me using my first potential relationship as a step ladder to fame, is SUPER shitty. Let’s not do that. If he offers, then… maybe, but… that’s not—I wouldn’t even think about asking for that, we wanna get where we’re going on our own, not have it handed to us, right?”

“Well… yeah but… a helping hand would be nice sometimes, y’know? Get us out of playing these shitty dive bar gigs and into the big leagues, you know I can’t stand part time work filling the gaps in the wages, man, retail managers always suck donkey dicks. I cannot work another summer at Staples, they have like no AC, it’s torture, it’s like an oven in there and Ralph doesn’t wear deodorant, he claims it’s an allergy, but I know, I know it’s not, he does it as a power thing it’s weird. This… could be our ticket out.”

“Steve isn’t a ticket. Maybe stop digging a grave you can’t climb out of, yeah? I know I wasn’t the best towards him but… he’s better, deserves better than that… I’m not using him. An honestly I dunno if I’d even know how y’know? It’s not like I’m bursting with experience… barely even—y’know what, I’m not talking about this, big nope on the using Steve as a cheat code to achieving fame! Let’s just… get our shit together and get out there!”

Gareth smiled before rising to his feet, drumsticks in hand “you’re the boss, man. Where’s Jeff an Frank?”

“Bathroom touching up their shit… promise me you won’t bring it up to Steve, yeah? Like… if he does come, you won’t—”

“Dude, dude… I was just throwing out dumb ideas to get you out of your head, I’d never, that’d be really uncool of me” Eddie looked at him with doubt because… okay, maybe there was a little truth to the interest in the subject, Gareth had worked part time in the stationary section of Staples for three years now and he was just about ready to die if he had to deal with his supervisors summer BO any longer, but if Eddie put his foot down and said no, then it was no, the idea was vetoed. Axed. Deader than dead

He could deal with Ralph. Probably.

“…Right, well… oka—”

The door opened, a frizzy head of hair poking around the entry way, one of the bartenders, “You’re on in five guys! Wh—Where’s the rest of you??”

“Gareth go get em for me? I’ll get the crowd warmed up.”

“On it.”

T-5 minutes. Gareth rushed out the opposite door to the bathrooms behind 'stage', otherwise known as the staff bathroom. The bar was heaving, music from the speakers to fill the void of sound before the live music act, loud and thumping, it’d be them soon, filling that void, deep breath. Eddie fluffed his hair once more, spritzed it with hairspray one last time, checked his minimalist eyeliner, and shook himself out, and grabbed his baby.

Show time.

Part 11

[boysbeloving]

Something that doesn't get enough recognition in the fandom is how new and inexperienced Mile is in the entertainment industry. He has been passionate and talented about music forever and released a few songs, did some mvs and mostly did mall catwalks when he was younger.

He didn't really do modelling or photoshoots or fashion or acting. Kinn wasn't his first leading role, it was his first acting role in a television/streaming ever. In his latest Harper's bazzar men's cover interview he talked about how he isn't very experienced in fashion shoots but worked hard to learn and now he's regularly on covers and fashion spreads in magazines.

Like this is a man who has very quickly had to learn and develop very quickly in just the past few years while literally working with industry veterans and the crazy thing is he seems so confident and assured while literally still technically being a newbie is crazy.

You can tell in interviews he still feels like a newbie sometimes and doesn't feel as secure in work as you would expect considering his output but he works so damn hard at his craft that I can't believe he is only about 3 years into this industry.

OH MY DEAR NONNIIIIIEEEEE YOU DON'T HAVE TO GIVE ME REASONS TO HYPE MY MAN I'M ALWAYS HYPING HIM!!!

he's really all that isn't he *hearteyes him*

yes he's relatively new to the long-format acting gig and his acting is QUITE good....i was HIGHLY impressed with him in KinnPorsche...his screentime in Man Suang doesn't give him too much space to display his acting capabilities to the fullest i feel...that's my personal opinion...but yes....he does the whole domineering thing and the goofy thing and the controlled sadness thing very well....also the sex thing....he does the sex thing very well too

about photoshoots and modelling, i believe mile has done some modelling in his early years...coz he has been in some magazines....but ofc to be on covers and do brand photoshoots etc must be a whole different level of expertise and yes i agree he would have had to learn things very quickly and catch up to be on a professional model level

one thing is for sure....the man LOVES getting his pictures taken lolololololololol...look at his insta....he's posed here and there and done his own personal photoshoot (employing his mum and his brother to take his pics while he looks into the distance lolololol) and ofc the selfies that he's taken....so yes, he knows his good angles i think and it would have helped in the photoshoots he has to be part of nowadays....i would also like to mention that apo has been his partner in many of the photoshoots and it's great that there's this comfort level between mile and apo and therefore these things go smoothly...also apo's professional experience would come in handy...all his learning from the couple photoshoots could be pu into practice when mile does his solo photoshoots (i do want to mention that i HATE all dior clothing and i would MUCH RATHER see mile nude, flaccid dick and all, than in those horrendous clothes....but i understand that monies...so yeah.....)

i haven't had the time to listen to his latest interviews (real life has been super busy and lately i've just been contemplating mortality AGAIN so there's THAT) but there's no denying that mile works very hard...he works hard and is good at what he does and picks up new things to learn and does it well and all that just feeds into my competency kink so i thank him from the bottom of my heart for keeping me horny always 🙏

[fourseasonsfigs]

Marie Claire Pop Zhehan

We're back with the last fig in this release! You can catch up on Shizuka and LV 1854 if you haven't seen those yet. This fig maker released three individual figs all at the same time - they're not officially in a series, but since I got them all in a batch I'm grouping them together. This fig goes extremely well with yesterday's LV 1854 fig, as you'll see!

The inspiration for this popsicle eating cutie is Zhang Zhehan's Marie Claire Pop photoshoot from May 2020:

He looks so tall and so long legged here! I mean, of course he is tall, just easy to forget when standing next to Gong Jun.

I love the sunlight pouring in through the windows on this shoot and lighting him up. So warm and beautiful. We have a video of this too -

I think it's the fig's little curling smile, but I can't help but really see how the corners of his mouth turn up. It's so delightful!

Like all the figs in this release, he thankfully made the ocean voyage safe in his protective polystyrene box.

Like yesterday's LV 1854, this fig would not stand up on his one foot for even one picture! I also immediately glued him down onto a fig standee. I really hate doing anything permanent to my figs, but he's such a heavy fig that I had zero confidence anything else would hold him upright and damage free for the long term.

Please note what looks like a white paint splotch at his shoe - it is not! It's actually the shoe buckle. You'll get a better view of it as we rotate around the fig.

Not a good photography job from this angle, I'm afraid - I got him chin first! I hate it when I do that to myself. He's still super cute with his casual pose and his fudgsicle.

Beautiful posing by this fig maker - she really managed to keep the long and lean lines of the original. Zhehan has the most beautiful posture of any man I've ever seen, and this one certainly captures that. His arm looks a little bit foreshortened here, but there's really nothing to be done for it given the proportions of the fig and the posing. I think she did a great job with the detail of the fingers.

You might have to zoom in to see, but like yesterday's fig with Gong Jun's foot kicking up, Zhehan's casually posed foot does not touch the ground. Exhibit A for the other reason this fig does not balance for anything, and why I couldn't trust it to a fig sticker or museum wax. There's no way this fig wouldn't tip and crash over, with how heavy that precious and very solid little head is.

Kudos to this fig maker. I like to think I'd be a fig maker if I was in China (and boy WOULD I be), but I can tell you right now I'd take one look at that patterned shirt Zhehan is wearing in the Marie Claire pics and DESPAIR. My eyes cross even looking at it! So I think she and the factory did a great job getting the pattern concept down in fig form.

The one-foot pose really is a great look - for ads and figs. No surprise people love it! It's casual yet elegant at the same time, especially if you have mile long legs. Lots of fabric to drape and look wonderful.

What a cutie. Fig arms are super hard to do like this, but this looks good.

Ok, his arm looks oddly long from this angle but I swear it's simply Part 2, The Return of My Poor Photography (maybe that's more like part 29). If you zoom in you'll see more of the circular buckles on Zhehan's shoes here, and can admire the folding and drape on his pants.

And we're back around! I took a slightly better angle on this pic, so you have a more normal view and less of the chin-up angle. May I say again how much I love the turned up corners on the ends of his mouth!

I was so busy worrying about his posing and gluing him down that I forgot to take my normal bottom-up perspective shot. I missed a whole bunch of figs this time around! Since he is permanently glued down, I did my best to angle him to approximate the shot. You can (barely) see his shoe buckles again here, as well as the heel on his shoes. You might also notice a dark patch on the inside of his left arm - this is actually the first time I'm noticing this. It's not noticable at all in the fig when he's standing.

You can just see the little bit of the fudgsicle here from this angle! His hair looks great - both yesterday's Gong Jun fig and this one have fantastically modeled hair.

Speaking of which...

Here we have these two casually posing cuties (with great hair) together! Adorable.

Like the other fig cards in this series, the fig maker used the same background as the actual picture. Really charming.

Aww, Happy May Magazine birthday to you, Zhehan! This is very sweet and touching. This fig maker is really incredible - I have more of her figs on order, and can't wait to show you them when they finish production and make their way over here! They'll get bumped to the front of the fig line for sure.

Material: Resin

Fig Count: 347

Scene Count: 24

Rating: Pure summer joy!

[xxsabitoxx]

Smile

Megumi x fem smexy cosplayer reader

Warnings: lingerie wearing, picture taking and mentions of getting turned on. Pretty tame shit ngl

Note: this is 100% inspired by that one Dress Up Darling scene. Iykyk ;) — enjoy !

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“I can’t believe you convinced me to do this.” Megumi groaned, checking the camera settings for a third time to keep himself occupied. “You’re the best Megumi, I really owe you one.” You chose to ignore his whining, instead adjusting the thin cloth that barely covered your breasts. You were dressed as a demon… in this cause it’s was a succubus. You were doing a sexy photoshoot that you planned on selling to fans of your content, some how you managed to convince Megumi to help you out.

“You owe me dinner at a fancy restaurant.” He mumbled, praying the pink tint on his ears wasn’t noticeable as you twirled around your mirror. The lingerie you were wearing kept absolutely nothing to his imagination. He was fairly certain one wrong move would have your breasts fully exposed to him — granted the cloth was just barely covering your nipples. The bottoms were no better, frilly lace clung to your lower half. The material was already riding up your ass, thigh high stockings were squeezing the plush of your thighs.

Your look was completed with tiny black demon wings and black horns, you had also gone with your natural hair since you said the wig didn’t fit the look like you had hoped. “With the money I’ll get for these pics? How about a rooftop dinner in Tokyo.” You laughed, turning to face him “all set?” Megumi nodded, struggling to keep his eyes just on your face. The only reason he had agreed was because he couldn’t fathom Yuji trying to do this for you… never mind a professional photographer. He respected your job nonetheless, people paid top dollar to view your more “scandalous” pieces.

“I’m thinking some normal POV shots on the bed first. Then I have something else in mind… but we’ll worry about that in a bit.” You crawled onto your bed, reaching for the small remote on your night table. The LEDs in your room shifted to red, Megumi relaxed a bit knowing you wouldn’t be able to see the blush on his cheeks. “We’ll do some normal lighting too…” you tossed the remote aside, positioning yourself to sit on the heels of your feet. You leaned back on your arms, the angle itself was enough to have Megumi’s face hot as he crouched down before you.

That’s how the first twenty minutes went, a mix between normal lighting and LED red lights, different angles for both you and him. Finally he was handing the camera to you, letting you look through the pics he had snapped. “Alright, these look pretty damn good for a first time photographer, Meg! Now let’s try a POV change.” You smiled innocently, kneeling on the bed with wide eyes staring up at him. Megumi took the camera back from you, forcing his heart to calm down before it flew out of his chest. “A POV change?”

“Yes, lay down on the bed.” Megumi’s brows creased, lips parting in surprise. “Trust me on this, please?” You pat on your comforter, waiting for Megumi to crumble and do as you asked. Of course, he did without much more hesitation. “I think I get where your taking this.” It was making butterflies frenzy in his stomach… even worse it was making butterflies frenzy a little lower than he wanted. He was flat on his back, expensive camera in hand as he watched you stand up on the mattress. “Try to avoid making this a whole kitty shot.” You laughed, placing your feet on either side of his midsection.

Megumi merely gulped, bringing the camera up to his face and peering at you through the tiny view finder. He made a point to completely bypass your barely covered cunt, instead panning the lenses up your body and snapping a few pics. You smiled down at him, doing different things with your hands and expressions every other click. “Alright next position.” You chimed in, briefly breaking the silence before crouching down. “Is it alright if I straddle you? I think they’ll go crazy for pics like this.” Megumi nearly gasped, not exactly sure if he could withstand feeling you on him like that.

“That’s fine.” His voice came out a lot steadier than he was feeling, still keeping the camera up to his face as you lowered your body weight onto his groin. “I-I…could you… maybe sit a little higher?” He couldn’t breathe for a moment after saying that, not expecting to feel your warmth so intensely. “Oh! My bad.” If you were at all effected by this situation, you didn’t show it. He took a second, trying to think of absolutely anything other than you. For the sake of his pride, he needed to not get turned on… though the twitch between his thighs wasn’t going anywhere.

You gave him a moment to settle, shooting a thumbs up when he positioned the camera over his face again. “Alright, these will probably be the last ones, Meg.” He only nodded, mind reeling with the embarrassment of the growing issue just inches below your ass. He felt a little calmer a few pictures in, maybe if he was lucky he’d get out of this with his sanity still in tact. That is… “fuck! Sor—“ you lost your balance mid-position shift. You landed with a soft thumb against Megumi’s raging erection. The camera was forgotten a second later, Megumi shooting up into a sitting position.

His face was scarlet but you couldn’t tell under the red lights. “Don’t. Move.” Megumi wasn’t even sure how to go about this. “Fuck… alright… I’m sorry…” he hushed you, eyes squeezing shut. “Or…what about…” you went against his commands, one hand ghosting up under his sweatshirt. “We could… take some pics together… maybe even a video…” you rocked your hips slowly, enough to earn a shaky gasp. “Y/n…” his jaw was clenched, hands grasping for the lace of your panties. “Hell… I’ll even give you half the earnings.” You winked, breaking the tension just a bit. Megumi swallowed “Whatever it takes… please.”

[the-jam-to-the-unicorn]

(answered that message to early and wasn't done writing the reply - so reposting again)

Feel free to have your opinion and that's fine.

But I want to elaborate several things.

The Vogue Issue is not about Zelenskyy. It's all about Olena. Just because he's featured in 2 pictures this doesn't me it's about him. It's clearly about Olena and he just took part in the photoshoot and contributed some things to the interview.

Which is fine since he's a part of her life. Pre-war and currently and they really have a special relationship.

Besides that: Olena may see herself differently but with her work as First Lady she set a new example of what a First Lady also can be (a topic that was covered in the article). A First Lady is no longer a pretty decoration next to the President. She has her own mission, statements, projects,... . It's a job, not a lifestyle.

And what she's doing right now - especially with her past and background - is remarkable.

So yes, she's also a feminist icon now. There is a reason we call her Queen.

And she's not only a feminist in what she's doing or how she's defining her role as First Lady. But also in what she's wearing and how she's styled.

So while I'm not 100% a fan of her cover look, it's still a statement.

And while I'm not a fan of the airplane picture or the cover styling, the message in the picture still stands. Showing the war. In a very un-photoshopped way. And her (almost) not styling or posing (besides the airplane pic).

Besides all of that: It's important to have such a coverage during a war. Vogue is not just a fashion magazine. And she's not just some celebrity or model. She has a message and uses the magazines, that want to listen to it, to spread her message. To raise awareness. To talk about all the topics. To remind everyone that there is still war in Ukraine and people dying and Putin is trying to kill a whole nation.

And the same applies to Zelenskyy.

Yes, he's President. Yes, he's the supreme commander with that position. And of course he's involved in the military part of the war and makes decisions.

But his job is also to talk about the war. To get money, weapons, aid, help, and anything else. To spread the truth. To get allies. To make sure no one forgets about Ukraine.

And for that he's speaking to everyone he can. People, TV programs, parliaments, newspapers, magazines,... .

And his wife has the same job to get help for her projects and help for Ukraine.

So talking to Vogue is just part of her and their job.

[roccinan]

I'm risking sounding terribly egoistical by sending a public ask about my own url here but I'm doing it!!!!! I need the super graphic-details

Your ego is my ego, dearest nharidy. There's a reason the doc is named after you hahaha

[ 👉 My Wips ]

OK so the Absolvisti sequel's been sitting in my head since well, the week after I published it lmao. But I never got around to writing because I wasn't sure if it was being too self-indulgent (I'm feeling more confident about it now that I know you'll be pleased by it!). Also because I was having trouble deciding on a pov: should I continue with the Tatiana 1st person pov as always? Change it up to Martin 3rd person? or surprise: 1st person Don Juan?? Should it be a new chapter or new fic? (def. open to suggestions here!) Also I think it'd be Iconic to publish a story in the Dies Irae universe with our new cat profile pics.

Graphic detail time :D Prepare for a SUPER LONG answer LMAO. Most of the things I mentioned here and here will make their way in, with maybe a bonus ns/fw chapter from Martin or Andres' pov. The main story is SFW however, and there's like a hilariously high amount of hurt!Andres, who doesn't have demons to rely on anymore but still carries all the permanent damage the demons left on him:

It takes place some months after Absolvisti so Andres is doing better, but not fully well yet. He's not actively dying anymore but he does faint a lot and isn't exactly making a full recovery. Because I wanted to make things harder for Martin. Because he's not a young man anymore, the wounds were super extensive, and this is the result of years of accumulated damage + a form of "withdrawal" (the shadows/demons that used to feed on him were also the things that kept him alive so it's one big cycle that his body isn't leaving that easily).

This means every time Martin plans something nice for him like seeing a play or going out for a nightly walk, Andres can't go through the whole thing without feeling unwell. (Martin: "I over-exerted the love of my life. I am so SELFISH. what does Andres see in me??" Andres: "I disappointed the love of my life. I am the WEAKEST. what does Martin see in me??" Tatiana: feed me, bitches)

They manage to sit through one play though (not sure if I want this at the beginning or end of the fic LMAO). It's the one Bogota wrote, The Necromancer's Lament, a "biopic" about Andres' life. And it's every bit as terrible as Martin expected. Bad special effects, bad acting especially from Martin's actor, Andres' actor has a beard, and Tatiana looks like this:

Andres thinks it's the best play ever. Martin hates it and demands a refund. Tatiana hates it too but Don Juan's like, "mi amor, you are still beautiful to me, even as a deformed puppet."

Martin's 120-page complaints aside, Bogota runs the theatre troupe with his partner, Nairobi/Agata, and they're both going to start teaching performing arts at Santa Catalina because the last drama professor died lmao

Meanwhile, Santa Catalina has a new bad girl student, Tokyo/Silene! Sergio took her in as a charity case after some dark and mysterious events in her life. But Tokyo being Tokyo can't stay away from trouble, and she becomes obsessed with finding the demons that Andres expelled. Some bizarre possessions start happening again and the school's sponsors force Raquel to keep it under wraps. (Raquel: maybe if you increased funding, we wouldn't have so many problems!!)

In the meantime, Martin gets that letter from a long lost relative asking to meet him. Not sure about the order of this either. Anyway, Martin was planning to ignore the relative, but Andres insists he go. Either Tatiana or Don Juan accompany him. Martin learns that he's the sole heir of his dead parents across the sea (the will: “we forgive you for being a heretic, a freak of nature, and the alchemist of Palermo. also no hard feelings for leaving you to die as a baby xoxoxo”). There's one (1) condition though: he has to end his partnership with the necromancer. Martin: NO THANKS.

So while Martin's dealing with this unexpected drama, Sergio decides to call in Andres' expertise TM again because it's also a good excuse to talk to his brother. Martin is Very wary about this and rejects him. But Andres insists that it'll be fine. Plus, maybe he wants to turn a new leaf and help Santa Catalina for nothing in return this time. Not everyone gets a second chance at life and he doesn't want to be a bad person anymore uwu (Tatiana: "Andres was a pretentious piece of shit, surprising no one." Martin: "Nobody deserves Andres, not even me, and I'm like, the most amazing person in the world.")

Andres comes to do the exorcism with the random priest the school hired. And they discover there aren't any demons- it's just some ghost fucking around (maybe I'll make it the spirit of Gandia or Alicia since they haven't shown up yet lol). Anyway, it doesn't go very well but Andres gets rid of the creature or whatever. Not before it punctures a hole in his side though. Then Martin loses it, just full-on screams at Sergio for almost getting Andres killed again, makes a lot of threats against the school, etc. etc.

Raquel, being more useful, plugs up the wound. But the priest accidentally provokes Martin more by asking Raquel if he should mop up Andres' blood with holy water or something. What if the necromancer's blood is cursed?? And now it's all over the floor, so disgusting :/

Martin, already in a very bad mood, beats the priest up.

They go home. Martin's in a really sour mood and he just doesn't understand why Andres isn't mad at Sergio. Martin: "It's really emotionally damaging to me if you don't give a fuck about yourself." Andres makes him even angrier by bringing up the Berrote family will and having the audacity to suggest Martin leave him for money. He makes a huge case about how he literally has nothing to offer Martin except a body that barely works and a terrible reputation. Martin: "I lost a fucking eye for you??"

They fight and Martin storms away, and also kidnaps Don Juan, his honorary new soulmate who would never betray him like Andres.

A while after this, the Spanish Inquisition local clergy arrests Andres for "questioning." Because the shenanigans at Santa Catalina are still going on and that one priest suspects him of being behind everything just because. Raquel's the one who bails him out. She may not like Sergio's brother, but the way everyone else treats him is ridiculous.

Andres limps home, hoping Martin's still away. Surprise! Martin felt guilty and came back. And it's pretty obvious that Andres has just been tortured. Martin: "Say no more. I'm going to kill some people."

Andres gets Martin to not do anything stupid by dropping the thing with the will. He admits he was wrong for saying those things to Martin and he selfishly, genuinely wants to stay with Martin forever. Martin: "I'm still going to kill your brother. You may appease me with a kiss."

Does it end here? No! Because the shit at Santa Catalina is still happening. Andres and Martin solve it for good though. But it's all very dramatic. I'm vaguest about this part, but maybe Nairobi's injured saving Tokyo, and this gives Tokyo the wakeup call to move on from whatever baggage that got her into this mess in the first place. Then Andres' solution for saving Nairobi is to ask Martin to work that alchemist magic and transfer her wounds onto himself (at this point, we're just going overboard with the Andres whump but asdfasdf why stop??). Raquel: Sergio, tell your brother to stop dying. That's a bad example for the kids.

It takes a lot of convincing, but Martin relents in the end, only because he trusts Andres. At this point, Andres has been through so much that he physically cannot take any more damage. Like, he just can't lmao. So the whole process puts Andres into a coma or something. But we don't need him anymore because now we can revel in Martin's angst!

Martin spends the rest of his time crying and angsting and guilt-tripping Sergio, and just being very loud in general. He also writes back to his family and tells them to fuck off.

Once we indulge in enough of Martin's pain, Andres finally wakes up. Still very bad off but he's alive and not showing signs of dying any time soon. So that's good enough for Martin. They have a nice heart-to-heart, and idk, maybe Raquel comes to see them because Sergio's too embarrassed to. Until Andres insists, because he loves hermanito unconditionally uwu. Martin: "watch your back, Sergio. I might murder you in your sleep (:"

Then at the very end (I have no idea how long this story is LOL), there's some kind of family photoshoot between Raquel, Sergio, and Paula. Everyone's raving over this new invention called the "camera." Andres is admiring it from a distance until Raquel's like, "get over here. what part of FAMILY photoshoot do you not understand!?"

Andres is shocked pikachu face because good will towards him for once?? he's being included in something?? people want him around?? what is happening??

Martin's happy for him though. Then he's admiring from a distance until Raquel's like, "I said FAMILY photoshoot. Get over here, Martin!"

Tatiana didn't want to be a part of it, but Paula saw her favorite talking cat and like, grabbed her lmao. Don Juan photobombs it because he can't be excluded from an activity with Tatiana, especially when his former rival Andres is in the photo too. (His current rival is Casanova, an unworthy white cat vying for Tatiana's affections)

Sergio proposes to Raquel. The end! Yes, the kitty love triangle is also a central theme of this story LMAO Hope that satisfies you, nharidy! And I welcome any and all suggestions!

[thewritewolf]

Clever Like a Fox

Summary: A few years down the line and while the face of the enemy has changed, the ones who fight for what's right haven't. Heroes once thought retired return to the fold, leading to Rena Rouge sharing a patrol with Snake Noir. It might be a quiet night, but Alya always has something to say - in the mask, or out of it.

Hello and welcome to my first of four entries for Adrien AUGreste! This will be the final part of my six-month adventure with daily prompts, starting with Marinette March. I had originally intended to do the full month, but at this point I'm too exhausted to do a long-form fic like that again.

Now, the week's prompt was Snake Noir, and the daily prompts I used were Oblivious, Civilian, and Unify.

@adrienaugust

Enjoy!

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Years passed for Ladybug and Chat Noir. Circumstances changed, as they often do - Hawkmoth was gone and another villain emerged from the woodwork to make sure the two of them didn’t get too much of a vacation. Of course, with the fall of Hawkmoth, that opened up opportunities that had been closed for far too long.

When the villain made themselves known a second time, they weren’t just facing Ladybug and Chat Noir. Carapace and Rena Rouge had joined them - this time, on a much more permanent basis. After all, Marinette had argued that the kwami had been locked up for too long. They needed to see the world, be with people, if they were going to be effective.

Which was part of the reason it wasn’t Chat Noir and Rena Rouge on patrol for tonight, but rather Snake Noir and Rena Rouge. Neither was the other’s ideal partner for patrol, but Ladybug could only be in one place at a time and she was busy tonight working on her piece for the summer fashion show, her big debut in the industry.

And Adrien intended to be there… as supportive as a friend could be.

“So… what’s on your mind, big cat?”

Snake Noir looked over at Rena Rouge, her back against a section of wall facing him, laying along the edge of the building that he was dangling his legs over. She was watching him curiously.

“Nothing much, I guess,” he said with a sigh.

The silence stretched on, awkward and uncomfortable. It was at this moment that he realized that of their little group of friends, he spent the least time with Alya. With the two of them, it had always felt more like they were the friends of friends rather than being close themselves.

“Nino been up to anything recently?” He retreated to safe, common ground.

“He’s your best bud as well as my fiance,” Rena said with a raised eyebrow. “Something tells me you’ve got just as good a scoop on him as I do.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Snake Noir picked up a small rock that was on the roof and turned it over in his hands before dropping it into the empty street below.

Another stretch of silence passed between them, ended only when Rena sighed loudly and stood up.

“Okay, big cat, how about you help me out with the Ladyblog?”

“What?” He looked up at her, a confused look on his face. “Do you want to drop your transformation and have me give an interview?”

“No, don’t be crazy,” Rena said, waving with her hand as if she could physically brush away the idea. “It is too late in the day for an interview to not look fake. But!” She grinned and raised a finger. “If the Ladyblogger just so happened to spot two patrolling heroes during her nighttime jog, I’m sure they would love to give their favorite journalist a selfie.”

“Oh would they now?” Snake Noir smirked despite himself. “Sounds awfully generous of them. Especially Rena Rouge since she’d have to be in two places at once.”

Rena Rouge made a disapproving noise. “Poor, poor Chat. Your mind is closed to the possibilities.”

Snake Noir raised an eyebrow at her. “That so?”

“Yes. What you don’t realize is that I don’t need to be in two places at once. I just need to look like I am.” She grinned and pulled out her flute, giving it a twirl.

Snake Noir frowned. “I don’t know… Ladybug doesn’t like us abusing our powers like that.”

“It's not like we have a timer to worry about.” Rena rolled her eyes. “Besides this helps throw people off my scent. Otherwise, having no foxy hero pics taken by me on the blog looks supes suspicious.”

“Hm… alright, I guess,” Snake Noir conceded and stood up. “Where do you want to have this spontaneous photo op take place?”

“That’s the tricky question.” Rena Rouge hummed in thought and tapped at her chin. “Somewhere that looks like I could have been just passing through, with enough light for the photo, and empty enough that there won’t be anyone around to poke holes in my story.”

It would take ten minutes of combing through the city before she found her perfect spot, but Snake Noir didn’t mind. Years of modeling had given him a good eye for ideal photoshoot locations and eventually it was him that found the ideal place for their little deception.

Rena pulled her phone out from one of her suit’s magic pockets and set it up against a wall. The soft notes of her flute hung in the air before feeling almost like they condensed and pulled together until they formed a perfect likeness of her civilian identity. Specifically, an Alya that was all dressed up for a jog. Maybe a little too much, but no doubt she was trying to sell the story as best she could.

The illusionary Ladyblogger went from having a blank expression and standing passively to excitement lighting up her eyes, a wide grin splitting her face. She became slightly crouched as if she was caught in the middle of an excited bouncing in place.

“Okay big cat,” Rena the real said, “put those modeling instincts to good use and give me something that’ll make the Ladyblog sizzle.”

“Sizzle, huh?” Snake Noir let himself smile just enough that he knew the small fangs granted to him by his transformation would peek through. He gave the camera a hungry look, the one that his photographers had been asking for more and more these days.

Once the phone had taken a few pictures, Rena lunged forward and eagerly looked through them. The fake Alya turned to smoke and vanished. Her eyebrows rose high up her forehead.

“Oh wow. That’s gonna get the comments section talking, big cat.” She looked up at him and grinned knowingly. “I’m starting to get why M has been such a big fan of your more recent photoshoots.”

His cheeks turned red. “I’m sure she just appreciates them for the fashion.”

“Yeah, sure, if you say so. Not a whole lot of, ah, fashion on display when it comes to your underwear line though.” Her grin turned downright lecherous. “A lot of something else though.”

Snake Noir made a strangled sort of sound as his mind baked from the heat of his blush. Ladybug had photos of that shoot up in her room?

“Come on,” Rena said with a chuckle. “Let’s get back to patrol.”

A few minutes later and they were up somewhere high again, about as secluded as they were before. Really, at this point, they couldn’t even call them patrols. Even when he was with Ladybug (his heart did a backflip as he remembered her and the recent revelation), patrols tended to be just wandering the city or talking the night away.

“Looks like you need to get your mind off things.” Rena Rouge crossed her arms, a teasing look in her eyes. “At least until you get home.” She rested her chin on he palm and stared down at him.

“That sounds like a good idea,” Snake Noir muttered. A little more loudly, he asked, “What did you want to talk about?”

“Well, that brush with the Ladyblogger got me thinking - how would you use your powers in day to day life? Assuming you could manage it discreetly?”

“Uh… hm…” Snake Noir rubbed the back of his neck as he thought about it. Destruction was a bit dangerous to use in his day to day life.

“Let me give you some more examples while you run that through your head.” She held up her hand a raised a finger with each point. “Photo ops, like you saw. Recreating stuff. Enhanced stories and hot gossip. Party favors.”

“Well, I’m not sure how much I could use cataclysm for normal stuff, but I bet I could get a lot of mileage out of Second Chance.”

“Ooo, lots of opportunities there. Although it only goes back, what? Five minutes?”

“Yeah. But! There is plenty of stuff that would be under five minutes that I could use it for. Especially if it is just casual use.”

“Go on,” Rena said as he paused.

“Well… cooking for starters.”

“I thought you said it only lasts five minutes?”

“Which is about how long it takes for me to mess up a given recipe.”

Rena laughed in surprise and shook her head. “You two are a perfect match, I swear.”

He cleared his throat nervously. “A-anyway. I’d also practice jokes - see which ones land, which ones don’t.”

“Make yourself seem funnier than you are, hm?”

“I’m already funny, but there is always room for improvement.”

“Fair enough.” Rena had a thoughtful expression on her face as she tapped her chin. “You know, there is one more thing you could practice now that I’m thinking about it.”

“And what’s that?”

“How exactly you’re going to ask Ladybug out on a date.”

[coralsgrimes]

Ok that last anon was creepy as fuck. She was 17???? How do people go after Ben for dating girls way younger than him but think it’s okay to call his sexual photoshoot with a minor hot? Like make it make sense. I know it was just one anon but the shifting moral standards of some of the Ben fan turned haters really bothers me. It’s fine to call him out for things in his past but a lot of them on DL were around when it was happening and didn’t care. Ben was everyone’s perfect little angel until he got caught with the quack 🧚🏼‍♀️ and it’s just so shitty that people base what is or isn’t acceptable behavior on if they like him still.

Also the way people will take one thing and lose their minds is embarrassing. Julianne ate a carb for once and isn’t in revealing clothing => a bunch of people ask about how that obviously means Ben got her pregnant. The hysteria following the giant leaps to conclusion over every innocuous thing that Ben or Julianne does just makes everyone look like clowns.

I like your blog and this isn’t meant to be hate, you’re a great balance of nasty snark and objectivity but i would be careful posting some tweets if they’re from younger people. DL severely died down because they were taking mad shit about Twitter fans and one of Ben’s minor fan found out they were making fun of her sanity and looks, she (understandably imo) got extremely upset and then threatened to “end it.” You honestly seem like one of his most normal fans left, neither up his ass nor swearing to anyone who will listen that he’s the spawn of satan, but from how fast the quality of asks have deteriorated I would bet some of his super angry fans have found this blog and they clearly have no qualms about going too far.

-👑 anon ( I refuse to put any fairies whatsoever because that category of species has been forever ruined for me)

First of all ye made my day hun! Everyone look up there, star fucking pupil, cuz the rest of my inbox is Jules, pregnancy, conspiracy and calling me out for bringing up the Bella shoots infested… Some messages are bland repeats. Do ye people runned out of ideas?

I tried to bring up the swans incident before but usually one of two things happens. Ppl either ignore it or say that I exaggerate AND THEY FIND REASONS TO EXCUSE THE SHIT. Like it’s the shit, us being Bennys fans and engaging with him and basically paying for his living with our attention, we don’t have to agree with all of his choices but what for sure we can do is expect accountability for them. But it’s exactly as ye say. The accountability expectations are selective af (not Benny fandom specific problem tho). DL and LSA (lsa especially!) are full of hatred towards women so they won’t look twice at her being a minor, plus she is found attractive by the media standards so there's another reason not to talk about her. Just look up comments from when the pics dropped and Ben fans were awful to Bella (including the german lady…). This is such a big issue overall and what they say is WELL THE INDUSTRY WORKS LIKE THAT! IT’S NORMAL! WHAT CAN YOU DO? Ye it is true, shit like this is everyday bullshit. but still he went for that shit. He could bail? Like he could bail on naming the song 11:11? Yep so I just push this shit to the back of them drawers cuz what's the point of talking about it and only trigger myself? This, the over the top nsfw content his fans create and the Montana travels are what destroyed Ben for me. I have my personal dislike for the fairy queen, completely separate from Benny shit. The Bulianne stuff is just entertainment and a joke, if it's still not evident to some.

The pregnancy shit is running wild and her being in London fuels the shit out of it… Personally I hate pregnancy rumours. Only thing on my mind when I see them speculations is the whole Mariah Carey and Ellen situation. Not for me, imma just gonna leave…

Meet Coral part #noonecares. I’m pretty straightforward and I usually expect people to be the same towards me. The line of what I take as acceptable talk about is probably further than it should be and I’m always almost crossing it anyways. Would say that I’m kinda at peace with myself now and I speak from my heart all times. Lost some people over it but bestie I won’t stand by your stupid bullshit. But here's the gimmick. I have terrible anxiety. I can’t open up like that to people I don’t know. Last year I would never start a fucking blog and casually message with people online. Welp, the pandemic helped with that a lot. I’m making progress here x.x Tho I’m afraid I’m gonna say/post something that I should not. Something that is way way too much. And like ye know that people might start to hate me out of nowhere. I’ve got many very not okay asks over the weeks I’m here, and yesterday and today I’ve got some more. Won’t post those cuz like it's too much even for me. My deal with Benny Boy is that I enjoy the little things he does but at the same time I want him to get better and take responsibility for the shit that's real, I don't believe in half assed shit, the stuff is not black and white I know, but clarity would be cool. I said this before, many times. Beyyn is not bad but he could have been so much more and so much better. They either try to excuse his actions or try to crucify him for the wrong stuff cuz they put him on pedestal so fucking high, and now wanna push him off of it. So now i’m like enjoying the shit but not hoping for much change in Ben anymore ;c

The twitter shit x.x ugggh I know but some of them tweets are just so good and cringe I can’t not look? And I remember the stuff ye talking about, one of Benny's fans and the DL trolls shitshow. I’m not a big guy tho. I have my lil corner here for ma bitching I made while being locked up with covid… But gonna tone it down just in case cuz I don’t wanna hardcore fangirs or hardcore antis in here x.x

AGAIN MUFFIN! Tis so nice <3 Thanks for looking out for me, I appreciate it, truly <3

[earth-architect]

Senior Year Adventures (Zuko xOC) pt.16

“So much for a drama free New Years”

“Hey Ki?” Zuko knocked on Kianna’s bedroom door “are you almost ready, we gotta leave soon.

“yeah I’m ready” she puts some last-minute touches to her red lipstick, grabbed her purse and opened the door. Zuko was standing there with his arm on the side of the door. He was wearing a black long-sleeved turtleneck and black pants with a red jacket to finish the look. ‘man can this guy dress’

“wow, you look beautiful” Zuko gives her a sly smirk when he sees the blush creep up on her cheeks.

“do you mind taking a picture of me?” Kianna hands Zuko her phone. She turned slightly posing for the picture.

“Ok come on” Zuko looked at her with his phone in her hand.

“what, do I need to change my angle” she turns her body

“no, you look beautiful, I just” Zuko rubs her face “your butt is showing”

“well yeah that’s the whole point” she gets back into the pose she was first “now take the picture”

Zuko took a few pictures, changing his angle a few times before handing the phone to her.

“are you going to post this?” Kianna takes the phone to look at the pictures.

“I mean yeah” she looks at him to see an uncertain look on his face “ok what’s wrong”

“nothing, I just”, he sighs “as much as I want everyone to know your mine, I don’t really want anyone to be able to look at your ass anytime they want”

Her expression shifted, she hoped Zuko wouldn’t notice but of course he did.

“I’m not trying to control you or anything I promise,” he steps closer and puts his hands on her waist “I just can’t help but be a little possessive”

“no, I don’t feel like your controlling me, and I’m sorry I guess I never thought of it like that, I just thought I looked cute”

“you look gorgeous, forget I said anything you can post anything you want” Zuko felt a little sad he didn’t want to push his insecurities on her, he didn’t want to make her feel like he’s trying to change her.

“no Zuko, if you feel a type of way about its i’ll pose differently, here you can keep the ass pics I’ll take one from the side”. She pushes the phone back to Zuko and does a side pose. She can see him smile while he takes the picture. After the mini photoshoot, Kianna forced Zuko to take some picture too, the two quickly hurried to Zuko’s car (he opened the door for her – what a gentlemen). The ride to Toph’s house wants long, but it was enough time for Ki’s nerves to spiral. Somehow Zuko could tell she was silently freaking out and like the good boyfriend he is, he placed his hand on hers to calm her nerves. Even though the two haven’t been dating long it felt like they have known each other for years. Kianna apricates how sweet and understanding Zuko can be and Zuko feels like he’s lucky to find someone as patient and open as Kianna is. Kianna instantly feels better when she holds his hand. She doesn’t let go when the walk from the car, to inside Tophs house. The first people to greet them where some players from the soccer team. Kianna wasn’t listening because she was too busy looking for her friends, but she assumed that they were still trying to get Zuko to try out for the team. Zuko spots their friends before she does, he tells the soccer guys he will see them later and guides Kianna towards the group. Sokka was the first to notice the new couple, he gives both of them a smirk. Sokka draws the attention of the group to look at Zuko and Kianna. The pair finally get to the group and everyone notices them holding hands.

“so, you guys are together now, officially” Katara looks at the two, crossing her arms over her chest.

“yes, its official now” Kianna couldn’t help the bright smile that formed on her face.

“good cause Azula told me you guys almost did each other in my kitchen and I wasn’t keeping that secret long” toph says as she gets up and leaves the group. Everyone’s eyes turn to the two in amusement. The couple blush furiously as their friends stare at them.

“I think we’re going to get a drink” Kianna pulls Zuko away from the group. The two walks to the kitchen weaving through the crowed. Zuko walked over to the drinks to make drinks for them while Kianna stayed towards the entrance of the kitchen. Basically, the whole school was at this party, she saw people she knew, people she’s seen before and some people she had never seen before, ‘people form another school are probably here.’ Zuko walked up to her and handed her a drink as he was talking to Haru. The two were deep in a conversation about some video game so Kianna slipped away to find Katara and suki. Now that her and Zuko were out in the open, she wanted to show them the beautiful ring Zuko gave her. She gave the house a quick walkthrough before she checked her phone. A few messages from Zuko asking where she went was quickly ignored when she noticed the group chat going off.

She rolled her eyes at her friends’ messages.

‘I can be in the same place as jet’

she thought

‘I’m totally over what happened, I mean I’m not going to be friends with the guy, but I can be civil’

just when she turned around to walk to where Zuko said he was, she saw him. Jet. He didn’t look any different from the last time she saw him. Still had brown untamed hair, a smirk glued to his face, and dark clothes to put together his ‘bad boy’ look. And of course, he sees her too, he makes his way to her, wearing the same smirk that used to make her weak in the knees a year ago.

“Well well,” he says when he finally reaches her.” If it isn’t Kianna, long time no see huh”

“Hey jet” she sighs with slight irritation 

“Well damn I guess your not happy to see me”

“well I’m not really jumping for joy, am I?”

“Look I get it, I treated you like shit and you hate me, but I’m a changed man, Kianna rolls her eyes,” no really I’m different, and I came to this party cause I knew you would be here”

“Oh god not only are you saying you changed but your stalking me? I’m walking away now.” Before she could turn around, he stops her with a hand on her wrist.

“I came to apologize, not to stalk you. I want to move past this, be friends like we used to be.”she looks at him, waiting to he the grand apology.

“I’m sorry I treated you badly, I had no reason to do that when I was supposed to love you and care for you and instead I tore you down, I know an apology will never be enough but I miss my friend. I miss the Kianna I grew up. I know I messed up bad, but I want to fix our friendship.” She found herself speechless. This was old jet talking. Jet before becoming a jerk, jet who she grew up with the jet she shared secrets with and hang out with everyday. Part of her wanted to hug him, welcome back his friendship, but the other part of her thought back to how bad things ended with them, how bad the relationship was. She continuously fought everyone who said he was no good for her, defended him when he did into deserve it.

“I appreciate the apology, but I think it’ll be a while before I could trust you again. He looks down at his shoes for a Brief moment before looking back in her eyes.

“I understand, and I’m sorry again,” He pauses as if he’s debating on saying what he’s going to say “I heard you with that Zuko guy, just be careful.”

“what, why are you of all people warning me about someone”

“I know I know, but seriously, I’ve heard some things from his ex, there not good”

“Look I don’t know what you heard but Zuko is a good guy” she turns preparing to walk away

“don’t defend him like you did to me” she stops dead in her tracks, her mind racing with what he just said, ever inch of her body was fueled with rage as she walked back up to him and slapped him, hard. 

“no one will ever do you me what you did to me, just own up to the fact that I moved on to someone better and stop trying to bring me down like you did when we where together.” She brushed last him, making sure to hit his shoulder with hers, and walked to her old room. ‘So much for a drama free New Years’

A/n: only updating once a week makes me sad but that's all I have time for now. but anyway I hope you guys like this and thank you for the love and the likes, my tumbler has been blowing up with likes and follows these past two weeks and honestly its what been keeping me going, sadly this fit is coming to a end in the near future (within the next 3 weeks) but don't worry, your favorite oc will be back in season 2 of Senior year adventure!!(in December). and of course im rambling.... thanks again everyone, if you want to be added to the taglist let me know!!!! lots of loveeeee P.S the next part is a continuation of this part which will be posted later today.

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[vlovers19]

People say that we can't see jealous v now. But in bv 4 when jk and jm were flirting v came , looked at jm directly. Then in festa he tried to change topic when Jikook were telling about their fight. Then in recent photoshoot jm was jumping and jk helped him tae looked a little down. Then when rm and jm were playing and rm tried to pinch jm V became uncomfortable and pushed him a little and then when jm tried to sit on rm shoulder everyone laughed but V didn't looked at them.Whats your opinion?

This is a complicated matter. I have said before in a previous ask that the possibility of them being jealous when each of them is being clingy to other members is very low and I still stick to that. However, for this ask, I'm going to explain two possibilities why Taehyung might be jealous according to you which is; Platonically wise and Romantically wise

Now, honestly in my opinion, Taehyung doesn't have the right to be jealous because he does that with all the other members as well. Unless, probably it's something that they both have to do so it makes him uneasy to see Jimin being all touchy with the other members then I can understand him being 'jealous'

However, putting aside the probability of them being in a relationship, to the outside world, they are considered best friends so Taehyung might actually be posessive of his best friend. Wanting to have his whole attention.

They are both posessive of each other and this is something that they have both acknowledged with phrases like 'Jiminie is mine' 'the money he earns is mine' 'Taehyungie is mine'

Taehyung values Jimin so much, he doesn't mind spending his money on him. He bought him a one thousand dollars unisex Gucci sweater for his 2016 birthday. He used part of the money he earned by himself from filming Hwarang,( not the money he earned with Bts) to buy the piece of clothing for him and when asked why he bought Jimin such an expensive sweater, he just replied that Jimin deserves it.

So, if we look at it platonically wise, he can get jealous as 'the best friend'

But as a romantic partner (shakes head) he doesn't have the right to get jealous which is why I believe them dating is comparably low because they have to be affectionate with other members most of the time and you can't keep apologizing every time you are touchy with other members. Otherwise, it's much better for everyone to be aware of their roles and maintain it.

He might be jealous based on the close relationship he shares with Jimin but when he also does the same with other members, why should he get jealous when Jimin is touchy with others as well?

So there are two possibilities!

First that he's jealous because he's Jimin's closest friend and is very posessive of him.

Second, that he's more than just a friend and he isn't pleased that Jimin is touchy with others.

If the latter is correct, then he would only have to bury the jealousy inside and be understanding especially if in the next minute, he himself would also be clinging to another person.

Personally, it's an unhealthy way to live and will only end up creating distance between the two of them. Jimin is a typical Libra. A naturally free minded person and I don't think being in a relationship where he isn't allowed to be free with other people would make him happy. Instead, it would feel rather stiffling. For someone like Jimin, his partner has to be very understanding of the kind of person he is.

If indeed something is going on between them, then Taehyung has to be very tolerant of Jimin's personality but for how long can a person be understanding? There will come a time when the other party can't handle all the jealousy brewing up inside which could inevitably cause a rift in their relationship.

Which is the reason why if they have feelings for each other, a relationship is not ideal. It would ruin a lot of things because they will both have expectations. For couples, it's normal to feel jealous when their partner is close to other potential admirers so you are expected to keep skin contact with others at the barest minimum. They are also expected to be loyal and faithful. They are expected to create a lot of time to spend with each other but when you are two people from the same group and you are dating, it will be impossible to do all these because the world doesn't revolve around you especially when millions of people are watching every single move you make.

For example, if one member is spending too much time with one person, people will start to complain, criticizing them on why he doesn't hang out with other members.

If one member posts pics with some people in the group and doesn't post pics with others, people will complain.

If one member doesn't congratulate another member or says something good about his members, people will also complain, claiming that there's something wrong somewhere.

So many instances of expectations and with all these expectations, how do you expect such a relationship to survive when people expect so much?

It would be better to be free minded and accept things as they see it instead of having a relationship attachment which will ultimately keep you from doing your job well. This can only happen unless the two have a super understanding.

Jealousy isn't something I can forsee because they both really have no right to be jealous of each other's clinginess to other members especially when they are both doing the same thing. Though Taehyung isn't as clingy to others as he used to be but I know in public he's quite touchy with Jin, Hoseok and Yoongi.

If they are in a relationship (which I don't believe is possible) and Taehyung shows his jealous side, it could be because he has told Jimin he doesn't like him touching other people but how can that be possible for Jimin especially when they are in a group with other members? It wouldn't be possible to do that at all.

It is all of these that makes a relationship in Bts totally unbelievable. If Taehyung is jealous, it would be for his own personal reasons and his protectiveness towards Jimin and definitely not because of the other members when in the next minute he would be placing his hands on Jungkook's laps or squeezing Rm into a koala hug or forcing Yoongi to hug him or wrapping his arms around Jin's waist and looking him deep into his eyes as if he wants to kiss him or rolling his body with Hoseok while placing his hands on his waist.

He really doesn't have the right to get jealous of Jimin's clinginess with others when he also does the same or unless it's just a silly thing they both do to make each other jealous which is really truly silly if you ask me.

So I can't really give a concerate answer to this because there are many possibilities because it's either Vmin is dating or they are not. No one knows the truth so I gave answers based on each possibilities, as platonic friends and as a romantic couple. Either of them could be correct, we don't really know but for me, being jealous of the other members is simply showing a lack of professionalism because they have to get used to it and no one could be a potential admirer but with outsiders, it is a totally different story.

For instance back in 2016/2017, Taehyung seemed to be uncomfortable with Taemin and Jimin's friendship. Taemin is a popular member of SHINee and is personally, one of the most gorgeous people I have ever seen. No kidding! I know a lot of people are going to ask me to show them evidences of these, just check online or search on YouTube and you will know that Taemin and Jimin had a very close relationship. They formed this closeness when they were paired together to dance on stage. I don't know if they are still as close as before but back then, they where. People saw them hanging out with each other a lot in public and even backstage. At a time, some Armies were displeased with their relationship because everyone knows that Taemin is a smoker. He had been smoking since he was very young and because Armies felt he would influence Jimin, they went against the relationship pretty hard.

I guess it was one of the reasons why they limited their interactions in public. Apart from seeing each other during public events, they were never seen together in public again. My thoughts though.

I don't know about you guys but for me, it was pretty obvious Taehyung was not a big fan of their friendship. There was this time when several idols were on stage and Jimin and Taemin were in deep discussion. No one even needed to analyze anything for you to know that Taehyung kept looking at them every five minutes. It was as clear as day. He did not hide the fact that his attention was on the both of them through out the time they were standing on stage.

This is just a little example of the true jealousy I'm talking about. I kept wondering why Taehyung was like that.

Could it be because he was jealous that Taemin was a threat to his relationship/ friendship with Jimin?

Jimin has also acted like this. The most popular instance is his jealousy of Taehyung's Hwarang hyungs. As we can see, these people whom they show these sides to are mostly outsiders.

Anyway, I have said so much and everything is jumbled up. But to summarize, BTS is a family and if Vmin if jealous of each other's clinginess then it's their personal matter and in the end, has nothing to do with the members because at the end of the day, Jungkook is still going to hug Jin and take a picture with his arms around his neck exposing his naked back (cough) Hoseok is still going to tease Jimin as if he wants to kiss him. They are all still going to do these things every single time and it's not going to change which is why I don't look at the so called 'jealousy' between Bts because if you do, you'll simply get confused.

What I'm concerned with most is when outsiders are involved. That's when things to me get very interesting.

Thanks for this ask. Also, I want to use this opportunity to announce to those who have sent me asks that I will eventually answer them. I have been pretty occupied lately and just recently got a break so now, i have some time to rest myself. Thank you all for your patience. I 💜 u

[midnighthyuck]

Beautiful | jungwoo!au

summary: you were working on a photoshoot with your university team, in the meanwhile, jungwoo has to dress up as a girl to help his sister. 

words: 2.600 (sorry bout that)

pairing: you & jungwoo

a/n: pretty sweet. also, sorry about any mistakes, english is not my native language. it’s not that good idk? but it would be a shame deleting it all without giving a try. promise next time will be better.

requests are open!

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Two hours. That was the amount of time you had already spent trying to convince your senior that purple lights wouldn’t look as good as blue ones. The scenario was all set up but the lights still annoyed you. He had been working with photoshoots before you, period. He had plenty of works highly well recognized by all teachers in photography faculty, period. Yet, purple didn’t feel right.  

Tired of hearing your annoying complains he decided to give it a try. It ended up with you being congratulated by your ‘unceasing persistence’ and happy with the finally blue studio. He was good, but you also were. Being on top of the class was the main reason you were the only sophomore in the wise room.  

Once done with the lighting discussion you decided to take a look on the models. It was not your first time on a shooting like that so you had plenty knowledge of how the girls get stressed and sensitive right before the show. Most of them you’d never seen before and was pretty much sure you wouldn’t be seeing again anytime soon, still you made sure to bring them some fruits and cool water. 

‘’You all look stunning! Definitely the prettiest girls I’ve ever seen’’ you genuinely smiled at them. That was your job, making them feel at ease, instead of freaking them out like Doyoung would be doing in a few minutes. 

He wasn’t a bad guy, but the amount of overwork he had been dealing with in the past few months may have helped him to become this ‘fast mood shifting’ weapon. Or you might just think it because you are two opposites. Doyoung doesn’t know how to behave when it comes about girls. Also don’t you when it comes about boys. 

“There’s one missing’’ Ten made himself noticeable, handing you the paperwork. 

“It’s fine, we still got a few minutes.’’ you tried to stay calm, although you knew Doyoung would be shouting at you once the shoot started and one of his ‘girls’ was missing. ‘’I’ll go grab some coffee for us. Make sure Doyoung doesn’t freak out.’’  

“I will try.’’ It’s all you get back when you’re already reaching the elevator.  

In the meanwhile, Jungwoo was in denial.  

“No.” was all he said. 

“No, you don’t get me.” Junghah, the older sister, insisted. “I need you to be there for me. The director will fucking kill me. Also, what if I never get a job like this again?” 

“You should be there, not me!” his voice still sounded awfully adorable, despite the loudness. 

“I know! Do you think I’m like this cause I want to? Huh?” Junghah’s voice made itself louder than expected thanks to the eco. She had been in the bathroom for the whole day long. It had been four hours already. “Even if I manage to get out of here, I don’t think I can stay away for too long, you understand?” 

Jungwoo was too good, even he suspected of it, but everything must have a limit. He thought about the uncountable number of times he’d helped his older sister until the very moment. Combing her hair when she broke her arm. Dumping her ex-boyfriend for her cause she wouldn’t be able to handle his crying face. Not to mention all the times he had lied to their mom in order to help her sneak out of the house to go out.  

He knew that dressing up as a girl and showing up in a photoshoot wasn’t the best decision at all.  “Pretty please.’’ and that was it. 

With that simple sentence she had him all over her shoes.  

Jungwoo was way too good. 

[��] 

“Hold on, please!” you let the air in your lungs come out as a demand, running to the metal door a few steps away from you while managing to keep both ice americanos in your hands inside its cups, instead of dripping all over the elevator’s floor. “Thank you.” you mumble once in, trying to fix the harsh first impression you’d just caused. 

A smile was the answer. An awkwardly cute smile coming from an around 5 feet tall girl. She was huge, that was no secret, even compared to the ones waiting for you at the studio, yet something about her felt just to adorable, despite her size. Her long hair fell just right over her shoulder’s, contouring her back with a few other strands over her cheekbones. She was definitely adorable and you couldn’t help but smile. 

“Excuse me, are you here for the shooting?”  

“Uh, yes!” not only the face was lovely, but also the voice.  

You tried to keep your reactions to yourself, but seeing her ears getting red just made you internally jump in joy. “I see. I’m also on it, I mean, not modeling as you can see. I’m in charge of light and photography.’’ you smiled once again when she opened her mouth impressed, getting even more red than before. “Is this your first time?” 

“...Is it that obvious?” and once again you found yourself whipped by that extremally cute face.  

“Nah, it’s just cause you have very sincere expressions. It’s not bad though.” The conversation could keep on some other time, because in the very next second you’d arrived in the 8th floor. 

You, politely, guide the girl to the makeup room and let her there so they could work out on how to make her look like the astonishing (you would call kinda fake looking) woman we see on magazines. 

[…] 

As you thought Doyoung couldn’t keep his frustrations to himself, but since you were there the models had someone to rely on. Specially the cute one. It was her first time so it took ages for her to feel comfortable enough to pose properly.  

You managed to make some good pics before noon arrived, so you’d just sit around and wait until your colleagues were also done. Going out for a few drinks was always one of the best parts of working on projects with them.  

While setting up a few things in your head and organizing some paper and equipment, you heard two of your senior laughing. ‘If they can chill, they can also help me get everything done’ your thought while frowning. Finally reaching both guys you could barely remember the names, you were able to hear was seemed to be so funny. 

“I don’t know how Doyoung let that thing be on the project. That’s definitely not a girl, dude.”  

“I mean, maybe if I was drunk, or blind” both them laugh annoyingly.  

“Well, if it is so cool making fun out of people, I guess you guys will die in laughter once you check up on yourselves in the mirror.” you claim entering the place. “Or it might be funnier if your just shut the fuck up and take care of the work you’re here to do.’’ 

“Yeah, but nobody told me this was a gay parade.” one insisted. 

You smile back. “I bet they told you it was a circus. That’s why you keep acting like a fucking clown.” 

Before it could get any worse (or better), all the models, now done with their hard work, entered the room laughing in delight once it was over. Except from the tall one, who came in leaving the bathroom right behind you. You frowned in pain. You just wished she didn’t hear all the bullshit those two said. 

“Thank you for that.” she told you once you both were the only ones left in the huge studio, since taking the elevator was a kind of process when there were around 14 people in there. And taking the stairs on 8th floor was not an option.  

The touch of your hand on hers makes she feels vulnerable, and once again she blushes. “Never mind those assholes. Men are fucking stupid. Are you coming with us for a drink?” 

“Uh, not really. I gotta go back to check on my sister.” 

“Oh, I see.” and when the elevator finally arrives to get you, you hear her sighing in relief. 

“You did well today. I bet we are gonna see each other again anytime. What’s your name anyways?” 

“Kim Jungwoo.” she answers back with a wide smile.  

“You’re name is as adorable as your face, you know it?” you can’t help but make your thoughts real by telling the truth. 

“Oh... Thank you. I don’t get this a lot.” 

“But you should. Honestly, you’re the cutest model I’ve ever bumped into. Feel lucky, cause I see plenty of gorgeous girls every once in a while. You’re extremally beautiful.” 

“Thank you.” you are amused by the laugh that comes from her. It was just too much of a cute sound. But before you could embarrass yourself in front of her again the door opens, revealing a groups of people waiting for you to follow them to the nearest bar.  

You just wave goodbye and wish Jungwoo luck.

[…] 

Later that night Jungwoo searched for you online. He wasn’t brave enough to send a request, though. He felt cheesy for being like that, just appreciating your face once again by a picture someone else took. But it was not all about looks. It was about you all. Something just felt warm inside him while watching a stupid video Jaehyun posted on your birthday.  

Was it the smile? Was it the cozy voice? He didn’t know for sure, but it made him feel even worse for not being fearless.  

He was a coward afterwards.  

[…] 

You couldn’t bare the pain in your neck anymore, even after trying to stretch or taking pain-killers. You decided to go home for the day, you wouldn’t be much productive editing the pictures with that annoying pinch keeping all your attention for itself.  

“Excuse me!” the sweet voice reached your ears when you were just about to leave the building.  

“Yes?” you frowned. That face was somehow familiar. 

“Uh- well... I was here last weekend on the photoshoot...’’ You still couldn’t link it. 

“Sorry, I don’t recall. Are you a staff member?”  

“Not exactly. Well, I was... one of the models.” Oh. It wasn’t hard to say why you weren’t able to recognize her (him? they?). 

They still were tall as hell, the baby face had pretty much the same features and naive expressions, but it all just felt so different. The person right in front of you now seemed like someone else. 

“I think I remember now.” you said trying to conceal your surprise. “How can I help?” 

There it was again. Ears turning red, just as the tip of the nose, confused face and shrunken shoulders. Just as adorable as you could remember. 

“I actually... Hm...” 

“The pictures aren’t ready yet, if that’s what you’re here for. It takes some time.” 

“No!” they answered louder than you expected, getting you surprised. “I... actually came to.. Uh, talk to you.” 

“Me?” you didn’t mean to sound as surprised as you actually did.  

“I’m so sorry! I swear I’m not a weirdo. I just didn’t have the chance to talk to you that much that day, and I was wondering if... Well, if y-you...” 

No. The answer was already set on your mind before you could even think about the painful pinch on your neck. But that was when you realized it wasn’t there anymore. You frown in confusion and run your fingers through the back of your head. Everything is just fine. 

“Ok.” you said before thinking well, interrupting the other while getting lost on their own words. “What about grabbing some coffee?” 

They were not a dog, but for a second you could swear you saw a wagging tail when they opened that bright smile right in front of your eyes. 

[…] 

So Kim Jungwoo was indeed a guy.  

The whole ‘’dressing’’ as girl thing had a story behind it, before you could get angry at him. No that you had a real reason for that, but as Ten would say “getting mad at boys is you favorite sports”. But even though, he was way different from all the other boys you had ever met.  

Adorable wasn’t the only word to describe him. He was... sweet (?) Like genuinely.  Not the kind of “am I cute?” sweet, the real sweetness. The one kids lose once they grow up. The one that makes us love animals because they’re just too pure for this world.  And you hated yourself for feeling so much at ease with a guy as you did with Jungwoo. 

You knew his intentions. Growing up with two older brothers and being friends with Johnny made you a kind of expert when it comes to know that guys are into you. Yet, you couldn’t help but smile at each sweet expression he’d let off whenever you said something that caught him out of guard.  

[…] 

Keeping in touch with Jungwoo was just natural.  

People tend to say they never really realize they fell in love, but you’d never forget that friday night, when he texted you a “I wanna see you soon.”.  

What is this? You thought to yourself, holding onto your phone tightly, staring at the ceiling wondering since when were you anticipating seeing Jungwoo that much. What exactly was that cozy warmness inside your chest. 

[…] 

“I like you.” Jungwoo closed his eyes when the words came out, becoming real. 

It had been a month since the first time you thought he was adorable. And now, right in front of that playground somewhere nearby your house, on that cold november noon, he was being adorable once again. 

He didn’t dare to take your hands. He knew you well to know how suspicious you were with skinship, what got you smiling. You moved one step forward, getting closer to the taller cute boy, taking one of his hands on yours. 

“I know.” 

“Since when?” he sighs deeply. You wish you were brave enough to check up his expression. I bet his ears are red, you thought.  

“Since day one.” you laugh when his lamentation moan reaches your ears, at the same time he decides to lay his head on your shoulder.  

“That’s so unfair.” he sighs once again, that’s when you feel the urge to pet his head. At the first touch he gets surprised, since touching wasn’t really something between the two of you. “I’m sorry.” 

“There’s nothing to be sorry for.” you smile, although you knew he couldn’t see it.  

Gathering all his strength, he takes a step back to face you. “And... What’s your answer?” 

You laugh. “You know I have a soft spot for you and there’s no way I’d say no when you’re looking at me like that.”. 

And when he pouts at you with that ridiculously adorable face you can’t help but hugging him. “You were special since the first second. Thank you for that.” 

He hugs you back and now you’re able to feel his heartbeat, which gets you a bit worried since it was way faster than people consider healthy. 

“I never cared when people gave me compliments. But that day, when you said I was beautiful, I felt you were looking through me. It was not about being a guy, being a girl, not even about being attractive. It was about... me. I’m the one to thank you.” 

You smile while petting his back. “You’re beautiful, Jungwoo.” 

And he was. 

Kim Jungwoo was the prettiest thing that had ever crossed your path. 

[bb-bambam]

a decade with jjp

well, here we are at the end of 2019, which means that it’s been a little over 10 years with jjp. this is a compilation i put together of (most of, but definitely not all because i only really went through my blog and my twitter!) the jjp moments we’ve had the privilege of seeing over the past 10 years. i tried to put them vaguely in chronological order, but there were just so many that it was sort of hard to keep track! i hope you find your favorite moments here, and are reminded of some that you’ve forgotten about! (i know i definitely was!)

here’s to a wonderful decade of smiles, laughter, and happiness with our resident soulmates, and we hope for many many more!

predebut

the fateful audition that started it all (x)

bounce era

back in their awkward stages (x)

jaebeom teasing jinyoung (x)

they’ve always matched well (x)

jaebeom’s happy birthday song for jinyoung (x)

jaebeom singing that he loves jinyoung before cracking an egg on his head (at 7:45) (x)

flirting on twitter (x)

jaebeom feeding jinyoung (x)

shopping date (x)

their promise to make a second album (which would eventually come true 5 years later!) (x)

ggg era

jaebeom being soft for jinyoung even when they were on opposing teams (x)

jj dads w their baby youngjae (x)

hugging each other after pretending to fight to prank yugyeom (at 6:50) (x)

their fingers lacing together in a weirdly intimate way (at 13:50) (x)

a era

sharing a shirt in the “a” dance practice videos (x)

being cute in a corner by themselves (x)

jinyoung’s thank you note to jaebeom (x)

flirting during a fan event (x)

never forgetting their roots (x)

stop stop it era

jinyoung comforting jaebeom (x)

holding hands (x)

weird flirting (WHAT was jinyoung looking for?) (x)

jjparents (x)

the time jaebeom manhandled jinyoung to the ground and they both looked way too happy about it (x)

jaebeom exposing himself on instagram and trying to delete the evidence (x)

jinyoung being jaebeom’s (favorite) annoying dongsaeng (x)

not exactly a jjp moment but jackson being a jjp shipper (x)

just right era

jinyoung being extra for no reason (x)

their simpsons couple rings (x)

jaebeom feeding jinyoung (and then licking the same hand?) (x)

jealous jinyoung (x)

mad era

their iconic ceci photoshoot (x)(x)

being cute before the comeback stage (x)

jinyoung flirting with jaebeom (x)

clingy jinyoung (x)

the first sukira game (u all know the one) (x)

and what’s more, jaebeom puckered his lips (x)

this video where they were all over each other (x)

jinyoung declaring jj project as his one and only unit (x)

they aren’t close, they’re deep (x)

jaebeom recognizing jinyoung by touching his hand (x)

jjparents w their babies yugjae (x)

when they almost left jinyoung behind but jaebeom made sure they didn’t (x)

holding hands (x)

jaebeom thirsty (it’s the second tweet in the thread!) (x)

miscellaneous moments (including jinyoung calling jaebeom “jagiya”) (x)

fly era

domesticity in a restaurant and jaebeom feeding jinyoung (x)(x)

checking on each other onstage (also i kind of went off in my tags?? lmao) (x)

communicating w their eyes (x)

jaebeom knowing exactly how jinyoung wants to confess (x)

the second sukira game (including a comparison to the first!) (x)

jaebeom being absolutely whipped and letting jinyoung get away with anything (x)

them being cute and touchy (x)

jinyoung between jaebeom’s legs in the car?!?!?! (x) 

jaebeom helping jinyoung wear his blindfold (x)

the softness in this vlive (x) 

jinyoung being a “ghost” and jaebeom being whipped (x)

a hug for jaebeom for getting a strike (x)

jinyoung being needy (x)

them being domestic in front of everyone on vlive (x)

jj dads w their baby yugyeom (x)

when they went on this show JUST to be domestic (x)

jaebeom thinks jinyoung is the prettiest (and lowkey admitted he likes jinyoung crossdressing?) (x)

unnecessary clinginess (x)

fly tour

jinyoung doing The Most when jaebeom wasn’t there for their concerts (x)(x)(x)(x)

jaebeom watching jinyoung with utter fondness (x)

jinyoung being so incredibly happy to have jaebeom back (x)

jjp on a walmart date (x)

jjp on a pizza date (x)

jjp on a family shopping date w their baby bambam (x)

jjp on a family aquarium date w their baby bambam (x)

hard carry era

this 20 min vlive where it was just them being cuddly (x)(x)

their wedding day (x)

whipped culture on asc (x)

them being…like This at a fan event (x)

bookworm boyfriends (x)

communicating w their eyes (again) (x)

jaebeom singing prove it to jinyoung (that song was written for jinyoung ok) (x)

jaebeom LOOKING DIRECTLY AT JINYOUNG while talking about marriage (!!!!!!!) (x)

jjp describing each other as their ideal type (x)

the start of jinyoung calling jaebeom “jaebeommie” (x)

jinyoung demanding appreciation from jaebeom (x)

jjp talking about their feelings when jaebeom was injured (x)

sharing an umbrella (x)

i just really love this pic. jinyoung adores jaebeom so much (x)

jjp soulmates confirmed by mbti (x)

no one knows jaebeom like jinyoung does (x)

more couple rings (x)

in their own world (x)

jinyoung singing happy birthday to jaebeom (x)

jinyoung thinks jaebeom is the most handsome (x)

jaebeom telling jinyoung to sit on his lap (x)

again…them in their own world (and the lip thing) (x)(x)

this fanmeeting skit (x)

singing “my home” to each other (x)

never ever era

touchy at the airport (x)

their embarrassing moments are shared because their pasts are just too intertwined (x)

jaebeom touching The Butt (x)

jinyoung biting jaebeom’s cheek (x)

soft touches at a radio show (x)

jackson calling them out (x)

jaebeom again letting jinyoung be informal (x)

jinyoung doesn’t match with anyone but jaebeom (x)

bambam instigating jjp moments (x)

jinyoung always takes care of jaebeom (x)

they share shampoo (even though it’s not okay when mark uses it) (x)

coffee date (x)

yugyeom facetiming his dads (x)

they ACTUALLY almost kissed (x)

whatever THIS was (x)

jaebeom playing with the holes in jinyoung’s jeans (x)

jaebeom losing suspiciously easily to jinyoung at a bar battle (x)

jaebeom letting jinyoung win at arm wrestling (x)

jaebeom recognizing jinyoung from touching his butt (x)

jaebeom thinks jinyoung is the funniest man alive (x)

verse 2 era (<33333)

they filmed in hokkaido which is a place jinyoung always wanted to visit (x)

cuties talking on the phone (x)

this whole interview (x)

jjp in the bathroom then vs jjp in the bathroom now (x)

they’re just so soft (x)

tomorrow today (stream verse 2 and this mv!!) (x)

the iconic mirror choreo (x)

holding hands and looking super happy about it (x)

jj project is jinyoung’s home-like space (x)

their tombstones will be side by side (x)

they can’t keep their eyes off each other (x)

the depth of their relationship is just…wow (x)

jealous jaebeom (x)

photographer bfs (x)

always complimenting each other (x)

jinyoung being jaebeom’s favorite dongsaeng (x)

they drink together (x)

talking about soulmates (little did we know what jaebeom would do 2 years later…) (x)

their special relationship (x)

marriage (x)

their shared bookshelf (x)

kings of domesticity (x)

jinyoung is jaebeom’s cat (x)

jaebeom inviting jinyoung into his room (and jinyoung loving his cats!) (x)

even more couple rings (x)

jaebeom calls jinyoung “youngie” confirmed (x)

jackson telling us what we already knew (x)

jjp’s photo essay (x)

7 for 7 era

the jjp imagery in the you are mv (x)

clingy jinyoung part 43762 (x)

jinyoung getting away with everything as usual (x)

idk what THIS was but (x)

jinyoung being incapable of shutting up about jaebeom while he was in the jungle (x)(x)

jaebeom getting hot and bothered bc of jinyoung on camera (x)

these cute pictures (x)

always always in their own world (x)

jaebeom serenading jinyoung with “face” (x)

editors always acknowledge the soulmates (x)

lest we forget: jaebeom looked at jinyoung like THIS in the middle of running a food truck (x)(x)

eyes on you era

jinyoung recognizing jaebeom by touching his ear (x)

jaebeom recognizing jinyoung by touching his chin (x)

jinyoung can do ANYTHING (x)(x)

jjp married (x)(x)

jaebeom getting flustered (x)

this little thing they always do when they perform “look” (x)

jjp domestic (x)

jinyoung loves nora okay (x)

ice cream date (x)

they really want each other to strip (x)

informal jinyoung again (x)

they’re just so. soft (x)

always looking out for each other (x)

they love taking pictures of each other (x)

miscellaneous moments (x)

eyes on you tour

jjp on a paris date (x)

jjp dancing together in nyc (x)(x)

secret flirting onstage (x)

jaebeom checking out jinyoung’s entire butt (x)

miscellaneous moments (x)

lullaby era

don’t send them anywhere together (x)

complementary rings (x)

business as usual for them (x)

jaebeom staking his claim on jinyoung’s birthday (x)

looking at each other (and doing the lip thing!) as yugyeom talks about first loves (x)

jinyoung does not fear jaebeom at all (x)

jaebeom cannot lie to jinyoung (x)

miracle era

onstage flirting (x)

jinyoung’s fave songs are the ones jaebeom writes (x)

they make each other soooo happy (x)

one of my favorite sets of pictures ever (x)

literally married (x)

literally married pt 2 (x)

jinyoung through jaebeom’s eyes (x)

JB GA DAISUKI (x)

jinyoung waiting for jaebeom (x)

another serenade courtesy of jaebeom (x)

jaebeom being a (probably) biased ref (x)

jinyoung can talk to jaebeom about anything and jaebeom wants to have his last meal w jinyoung (x)

another ice cream date (x)

jj handshake #847348 (x)

focus on me era

happy to be together in the airport just before jus2 promotions and jinyoung’s drama (x)(x)

jaebeom making the jus2 showcase a jjp event for some reason (x)(x)(x)

jaebeom turning jus2 promotions into a jj project promotion period for some reason (x)(x)(x)

needy jaebeom (x)

finally reunited! (x)

eclipse era

jinyoung gives jaebeom a sense of security (x)

jaebeom’s cheeks are too cute (x)

eyes always on each other (x)

jinyoung getting away with informality part 397843 (x)

THEY’RE! SO! SOFT! (x)

hugs! (x)

jaebeom said jj project is forever (x)

bambam supports! (x)

jjp on the best friends episode of plof together (x)(x)

jjp on radio apart (x)

jaebeom likes being in jinyoung’s arms (x)

their got2day which was just them being soft (x)

JJP SOULMATES (!!!!!!!!) (x)

keep spinning tour

flirting onstage again (x)

they know everything about each other (ft. an interview from 2018!) (x)

holding hands at the airport (x)

it was fitting that they were chosen to make up a handshake (x)

very close at the airport (x)

giggly and tipsy (x)

thailand always gives us the moments we deserve (x)

selfie time! (x)

jaebeom always looking after jinyoung (he wasn’t feeling well that day) (x)

jaebeom being smug abt having jinyoung all to himself (x)

sharing secrets onstage (x)

ycmn era

jaebeom leading jinyoung offstage (x)

jinyoung being clingy again (x)

pda as usual (x)

everyone ships it (x)

jinyoung thirsty (x)

wanting to be with each other after got7′s first daesang win (x)(x)(x)

possessive jaebeom at the mamas (x)

jinyoung teasing jaebeom and jaebeom being whipped (x)

clingy jaebeom (x)

so smiley (x)

clingy clingy (x)

softest in the world (x)(x)

flustering each other (x)

jinyoung cute jaebeom sexy (x)

photographer bfs again (x)

jaebeom wants jinyoung all to himself (x)

actually what was going on w them on this day (x)

spending 10 years together looks like this (x)

dramas

dream knight (x)

dream high vs. dream knight (the tension…) (x)

when a man loves (x)(x)

compilation (x)

unknown/multiple eras

jjp are happiest with each other (x)

sharing secrets (x)

the happiness they get from each other… (x)

jinyoung being jaebeom’s fave dongsaeng (x)

sharing a jacket (x)

sharing a sweater (x)

compilations and miscellaneous stuff

compilation of jjp just knowing it’s the other (including by touching jaebeom’s inner lip…) (x)

compilation of jinyoung vs. jaebeom battles that jinyoung always wins (bc jaebeom is whipped?) (x)

compilation of jaebeom laughing bc of jinyoung (x)

compilation of pics of each other (x)

compilation of jaebeom being literally incapable of controlling himself (x)

compilation of all their “kisses” (x)

miscellaneous moments (x)

miscellaneous soft moments (x)

miscellaneous underrated moments (x)

and last but absolutely not least, this submitted list of further jjp nonsense (x)

[yodawgiherd]

Unprofessional Behavior

Rating: M

>>>Read on AO3<<<

Can I write a chapter without a sex scene? Yes! Is it this one? No.... Oh well. I just hope that my recent hornyposting will keep you entertained during this damn lockdown.

Enjoy!

As a model, Mikasa did a serious number of photoshoots up to this day. However, this was the first one where she held the camera. And as her own model was totally clueless about what to do or how this whole thing works, she was completely in control of the scene. Standing in the middle of the room, Eren scratched the back of his neck, looking at her with the face that betrayed just how much he needed the instructions. Well, she was the pro here, wasn’t she?

“All right, so if I remember correctly, we should take three photos, send those to the magazine alongside  the address of the hospital you work in and that should be it.”

“I need to report where I work?”

“It’s supposed to be the hottest surgeon, Eren, not just a random dude. Apparently, they will check by phone if you are employed as one.”

He shrugged, a bit indifferent to this whole ordeal. Mikasa was so eager to get this photoshoot done, and the reason why eluded him. It just didn’t make sense. She was usually quite possessive when it came to her fiancé, so why was she so hellbent on him getting his “sexy” photos out into the world? There had to be something Eren was missing about this whole thing, something that the raven temptress wouldn’t let on. But before this photoshoot was done, the amateur model was determined to crack the case.

“Guess that makes sense.”, looking around, he tried and failed to locate a good place to begin this thing, turning back to Mikasa instead “Where do you want me?”

“It's fine where you are, gives us the perspective and stuff.”

“Ok….”, Eren drawled, apparently waiting for her to begin.

She stared at him. He stared at her. That’s when it hit her.

“Baby,”, she began, “This is supposed to be sexy photoshoot… You know?”

“So? What is the problem?”

He still didn’t get it. Oh well, no reason to draw this out.

“I’m going to need you to lose those clothes.”, she said.

Eren’s eyes widened.

“Are you serious?”

“Not all of them, just strip down to your… let’s say… underwear?”

Eren thought, no hoped, that it was a joke, but her expression was completely serious. She did have a point, when he thought about it, he could hardly present his sexiness dressed in an old t-shirt and a pair of sweats. God help him. With a mortified face, Eren pulled his shirt over his head and stepped out of his pants, baring himself almost completely. Normally, he had no problems with getting naked in front of Mikasa, but the camera in her hand gave this whole scene quite a different vibe. The boxers would stay on this time though, he’s definitely not shooting nudes on his first take. Mikasa was watching him with a forced neutral expression, suppressing the smirk that fought its way on her face. She had to appear professional, otherwise Eren would probably just say fuck it and stop this whole charade. And Mikasa really did want to take these pictures, it was fun not being the model for once.

And Eren was a prime specimen to work with. Even like this, shuffling from one foot to the other, hands twitching nervously at his sides as he didn’t know what to do with them, his lean, muscular form was highly pleasing to look at and Mikasa had a hard time staying focused. She had seen his body so many times over those years they were together, but it was still as appetizing as the first time. Tearing her eyes away from that perfect V under his abs that disappeared beneath the fabric of his underwear she forced herself to stay on her task. There would be plenty of time to fool around later. Raising the camera, she once again took charge of the situation.

“All right, the first photo will be full frontal. Stand straight, legs a bit wider, that’s fine, and hands…. Oh, why don’t you put them behind your head, like when you are fixing your ponytail. It will give a great angle to your biceps.”

Wouldn’t be Eren if he didn’t have a stupid comment about that.

“Or maybe you want me to do that because you are just jealous of my glorious mane?”, he suggested, eyes sparkling.

Frustrated groan leaving her lips, Mikasa ran her hand through her tomboyish short haircut.

“Just do what I told you, okay?”

Following her orders, Eren did as he was told, striking exactly the pose Mikasa wanted. Oh yes, this was good. Putting the camera up to her face, she made sure that the lens stabilized enough before snapping the pic. Perfect.

“So, are we done?”, he asked, droppings his hands from behind the head.

“What? Of course not! The rules said three photos, we are doing three photos.”, making a rotating gesture with her finger, she said the phrase that Eren usually told her when he desired to take her from behind, “Turn around.”

“And why is that, my face boring you?”

“Not at all, but I do want a photo of that nice new tattoo you have.”

That was a request he could get behind. Just the memories of a few nights earlier, when she was on all four in front of him, when he was deep inside her were more than enough. Anytime he thrusted back then, anytime he moved to rub those places deep inside her, her body absorbed the punishing impact, the muscles of her back rippling. From his vantage point behind her, hands gripping her hips, Eren saw the tattoo on her back move too, the wings almost flapping as if Mikasa really was an angel with a pair of real ones on her back. In short, it was spectacular.

Turning to obey, Eren presented his back to her, looking over his shoulder to see if she perhaps had any more commands.

“Use your hands to pull your hair away from the tattoo, I want to see it all. Okay, just like that, now make a bit wider stance, again, and throw me a steamy look over your shoulder. Good, perfect, just a second…”

Raising the camera, she took the second photo, immensely satisfied with her model. Returning to his default stance, Eren looked at her, waiting what she will cook up next. Okay, they had a frontal and back shot, but what about the last one. What should the third photo cover? Hmmm..

Letting her eyes roam all over his body, Mikasa tapped her chin, deep in thought, for once unsure how to continue. She wore clothes in her line of work, presented them, yet Eren was supposed to show off his body, but those two photos covered all of it, so what was she missing? And then it hit her. What was one of the sexiest parts of Eren? His eyes. His eyes where he stared down at her, with that fire inside of them, when he called her his kitten and stroked her head. Now she couldn’t translate all that into a photo, but there was something she could do. Coming closer to him, Mikasa dropped down to her knees, looking up into his slightly confused face.

“What are you doing?”, he asked, staring down.

“I want you to show that fire inside you, that raw sexual energy you can do. That’s sure to blow the competition out of the water.”

A slight blush colored his cheeks, face turning from confused to flustered.

“I-I can’t just summon it on a moment’s notice Mikasa, I can’t just…” he threw his hands up, “I can’t do it just because you want me to.”

That was a good point. Then again, maybe Eren didn’t have to summon it out of thin air, maybe she could give him some…. stimulation. There were ways to tickle his fancy, to awaken that dark side of Eren, and Mikasa had plenty of experience in it. Putting the camera down for a second, Mikasa quickly took off her shirt, reaching behind herself to unclasp her bra right after. Now topless, she looked back up, seeing the familiar spark in his green eyes, roaming over her suddenly exposed abs and breasts. It was good, but it wasn’t enough, it wasn’t that blazing inferno she craved. Moving her shoulders back, Mikasa pushed out her small chest as much as she could, placing her hands on the sides of her breasts.

“Please sir,”, she looked at him through her eyelashes, “Just a little bit…”

Pressing her tits together, she slowly licked her lips before biting the bottom one, giving him the best possible view. And it worked. The spark in Eren’s eyes grew into a fire, his breathing quickened and Mikasa could see how the muscles in his long arms flexed. He wanted to touch her, wanted to take control of this offered situation and only that small logical part of his brain that kept telling him it's only for the photo stopped him from doing so. There was now a considerable bulge in his boxers, another proof that kneeling topless Mikasa is unable to be resisted. Quickly picking up the camera, Mikasa aimed it upwards on his face, grabbing a pretty picture from her low perspective. Yes, this was exactly what she wanted.

“This is great,”, she said, moving to stand up, “Just let me…”

Mikasa was rudely interrupted, however, when Eren put his hands on her shoulders and pushed, not allowing her back up. On her knees, she looked up with a question on her tongue, but it died quickly when she saw that the fire she started was still going strong. It would seem that her teasing was just a tad bit too effective in getting him going. Mikasa had awakened that dark side of her fiancé, and now that it was here it demanded satisfaction before going dormant again. Reaching down, Eren took the camera from her numb fingers and placed it on the chair without looking, his eyes glued to her face. Once that was secure, he placed his palm on her cheek, stroking his thumb alongside her scar.

“Miki, I don’t think I want to let you stand now. You wanted to see my sexual energy, so….”, moving his other hand from her shoulder, he placed in on her face too, tracing the shape of her bottom lip, “How about I give you a demonstration?”

Now that the professionalism was gone, Mikasa couldn’t help but feel the heat between her legs, as if the fire in Eren’s eyes ignited her too. Photos were nice and all, but this could be so, so much better. All she had to do was say yes. Swallowing, she held Eren’s gaze as she nodded.

“I w-would be honored, sir.”

“Good, good. In that case, I think that its time for this photoshoot to move onto the fully nude acts.”

His boxers were gone in a flash, the proof that Mikasa’s teasing was a resounding success was now right in front of her face. His hands were back too, once again anchoring her to the ground.

“First, I want you to do that thing you did when you wanted to get me going.”

It took her a moment before Mikasa understood what he meant, but when she did her hands obediently moved back to her breasts and she pushed them together, same as before. It wasn’t that impressive, her bust was small, but Eren did not care. He never did.

“I’m going to fuck your tits.”, he announced, as if it was the most natural thing to do, “It’s been some time since I’ve done it, I’m sure that your puppies are feeling neglected. Aren’t they?”

She couldn’t not fast enough.

“Of course, sir, begging for your attention.”

With a possessive smirk, Eren grabbed himself and guided his length between her warm mounds. The contradiction between the hardness of Mikasa’s muscled stomach and the softness of her breasts was always fascinating, and it felt even better now that he was experiencing it firsthand. Sure, her tits were small, so it wasn’t exactly perfect, but that hardly mattered. Pushing his thumb into her mouth, he loved how eagerly Mikasa sucked on it, losing herself in this as much as he was.

“Kitten, I love your tits, so perky and firm, I swear I could fall asleep on your chest every night.”, increasing the tempo a bit, he bit back a moan, “I just.. Fuck... I just couldn’t wish for a better pillow.”

Rocking his hips back and forth, he slid between those firm breasts, getting himself all excited. But while fucking her tits was good, Mikasa had a mouth to die for, and Eren wanted to take it as well, considering just how nicely she looked kneeling in front of him. Feeling her tongue toy with his thumb only made him remember how godlike it felt when she was worshipping his cock instead. It would be a damn shame not to take advantage of her blowjob skills, especially after he trained his kitten in this art for so long.

“How about a taste test of that sex appeal of mine, would you be opposed to that?”

Almost automatically, Mikasa’s mouth dropped open, tongue sticking out, waiting for him to claim her. Eyes hooded, she watched as he pulled himself from between her breasts and put the tip inside her mouth instead of his finger. Her pink lips sealed around immediately, eagerly even. Mikasa had developed a certain taste for cock sucking during their time together, despite how disgusting she found the concept first. Tangling his fingers in her short raven hair, he pushed in past her gag reflex. Eren let himself be enveloped by the tight hug of her throat, the muscles of her neck flexing around his length.

“You’re so good at this Miki…”, he groaned, head falling back at that divine feeling of her mouth, “So fucking good…”

Emboldened by his words maybe, Mikasa took more of an active role in this, pulling back to gain control. Letting go of her tits, she curled her fingers around the base of Eren’s cock, focusing her mouth to work on the tip. Sucking diligently, she traced the sensitive head with her tongue, paying special attention to the underside. If her experience with that new toy she got for her puppy taught her anything, it was that this spot made Eren go crazy. It worked again, and she could feel his hips bucking into her mouth, desperate. To give him a little bit of time off, Mikasa pulled her swollen lips from him, littering fleeting kisses to the sack instead, only working the shaft with her hand. Not fast enough to make him cum, but enough to keep him excited. Once again putting her mouth back to work, Mikasa noisily swallowed his length, pushing it deep into her throat until her nose met Eren’s skin. Clenching it around him, she used her hand to play with his balls at the same time, the effect almost immediate.

“Baby I…” chest heaving, sweat running down his face, Eren had a hard time putting one word in front of the other, “I’ so close…”

Eyeing him from underneath her lids, Mikasa only pulled back to tease him with her tongue again, dragging the tip of it against the most sensitive parts. Fully expecting him to come into her mouth, ready to swallow, she was surprised when Eren spoke again.

“I want… I want to cum on your face.”

Deep in the act, Mikasa would not protest. Letting go of him, she watched Eren pull out of her mouth and grab his spit slick length himself, giving one, two desperate strokes before his cock spasmed. Closing her eyes just in time, she felt him shooting his load over her face and chest, coating those cute small tits by his finish. Chest heaving, his dick in his hand, he was quite a sight when she opened them again, such a sight that she regretted ever letting the camera out of her hands. Now this, this would be a prime photo right there. To see what she missed, Mikasa dragged a single finger over her left breast, collecting some of the sticky finish there. Her gaze meeting Eren’s, she kept eye contact while pushing it between her lips, licking her digit clean.

“Delicious.”, she purred, and that was about everything Eren could take.

Grabbing her, Eren made Mikasa stand before basically tearing away her pants and underwear in a single go. Turning her around, he slammed her against the wall, chest first, nudging her legs apart with his knees. But he didn’t fuck her, as she expected, his fingers appeared instead, tracing the outline of her soaking wet labia. She moaned at that, a fact Eren quickly took advantage of as he pressed two fingers into her mouth and explored that lovely mouth of hers. She wanted to touch him, but he didn’t allow her to, holding her in place with his own body, and Mikasa was forced to just moan weakly around his digits as he teased her down there, her own fingers scratching helplessly at the wall. If Eren wanted her desperate, he was doing a fine job, because these light touches were driving her crazy. Not enough to give her any real pleasure, but not weak enough to let her calm down.

It was torture. Looking down, she could see the remnants of Eren’s finish, her brand new pearl necklace, white against the paleness of her skin. He found his release and now was dedicated to tormenting her, maybe a bit of payback for this whole photoshoot idea. It wasn’t that Eren could not fuck her, Mikasa could feel his length resting between her ass cheeks, even moving a bit as he bucked his hips in sync with his hands, rubbing himself on her. He could go, he just didn’t want to. Yet.

Eren’s hands were the instruments of his will. One in her mouth, the other between her legs, he was playing with her, circling her, touching the outsides before dipping a single digit in only to pull it out right after. Eren even attended to her clit, gave it a few teasing strokes before stopping, adding to that mountain of frustration. She tried rubbing her ass on him, knowing Eren’s weakness for that part of her body, but it didn’t do anything. And when she tried speaking, he was quick to react. Pulling his fingers out of her sopping wet sex, he slapped her ass hard, making her cry out around his fingers still deep inside her mouth.

“Did I give you permission to speak?”, another slap, another yelp, “Did I?”

Her words were muffled by those digits between her lips, but Mikasa managed to push out an answer.

“N-No, sir. Sorry!”

A satisfied huff against her neck, but Eren picked up on what she wanted. And he wasn’t ready to give it to her for free. Pulling his wet fingers from her mouth, he moved them down to her breasts instead, playing with the hard nipples, not minding that her tits were still covered by his sticky finish.

“Very well, I’m giving you permission now.”, he said, mouth right next to Mikasa’s ear, “Beg.”

His playful tongue coming out to play, Eren traced the metal circles in Mikasa’s upper ears, toying with the pierced cartilage, tugging at them slightly. Her ears were so sensitive, it took her some courage before Mikasa got them pierced at the top and back, but as a stubborn goth she needed some metal in her and that area was about as far as she was willing to go. Highschool could be crazy sometimes, and some teenage pain was worth showing the world how she felt. The piercings surely added to her sensitivity, because she could literally melt from this alone, from how Eren’s mouth played with that jewelry, how amazing his teeth felt lightly grazing her earlobe. Combine that with his fingers on both her breasts and sex and Mikasa could hardly do more than breathe. It took her a long moment to speak, but Eren didn’t seem to mind, having his fun with all those different parts of her body.

“P-Please I ne-need that thick cock in-,” she swallowed, “Inside me, sir. Please, I ne-need you to f-fuck me, I need it so much…”

“No.”

That single word took the wind from her sails. Was Eren seriously planning on turning her on this hard and then not finishing the job? He wouldn’t do that, would he?

“But sir I…”

“I have a question first, “, he interrupted Mikasa’s begging, “And I want to hear a truthful answer.”

The corners of his lips turned upwards.

“If you lie, I will punish you.”

Swallowing again, because her throat was just so damn dry, Mikasa nodded.

“Why are you so eager to do this photo contest shit? What’s in it for you?”

Opening her mouth, she closed it again, racking her brain for an excuse. She couldn’t tell him the real reason, he would probably just laugh and say how stupid it is.

“I just thought that it would be nice if you tried my line of work..”, she lied, watching him over her shoulder, “You know, we could bind over doing the same thing and…”

“You lie.”, two words, falling like stones.

Surprisingly, he let go of her then, and Mikasa thought that perhaps he gave up on the punishment, but then Eren spoke again.

“You will crawl into our bedroom and bring me the cane which I will spank you with. Now.”

And she did. Falling down on the floor, she moved on all fours like a dog, like the kitten she was, crawled to their bedroom and brought him the instrument of her discipline between her teeth. Her sex was throbbing at this point, sopping wet from all this treatment, and it didn’t look bright in the future either. Retrieving the cane from between her teeth, Eren twirled it between his fingers.

“Lean on the wall,”, he instructed her, “Legs open, wider, wider, that’s fine. I will hit you fifteen times for that lie, with you counting of course, and after that, I will ask you again. If you lie, I will continue with the punishment, if you say the truth, I will finally give you what you want.”

Exposed and open, just as he wanted, Mikasa braced herself for the impact. It still made her cry out, the bite of solid wood rather powerful, setting her backside on fire. To make matters worse, the ripples of the hit traveled all the way to the front, teasing her needy pussy even more. Eren knew what he was doing, the bastard, he knew that pain was pleasure when done correctly, and he was determined to get her as desperate as possible. Edging is fun, especially when he could watch her, watch that amazingly toned athletic body of hers move exactly as he commanded it too, letting him spank her just because he demanded it.

“One.”, she counted as instructed.

She made it up to eight without crying openly, but then the tears of pain overwhelmed her, making her sag against the wall. And Eren waited until she straightened her posture again, strict as he was, nudging her legs a bit wider with the wood. It was an intoxicating feeling, to see her writhe and cry while being disciplined, knowing that she has the power to stop it but won’t do it anyway. Mikasa was his kinky kitten, even without that collar around her neck, and Eren would give her everything she could ever ask for. The ninth smack made her shout, to sob out loud, but her posture held. Eren had trained her well.  When the last hit came, Mikasa’s usually pale ass was positively red, painted over by the smartly placed strokes of wood. It hurt, but it was all done on the fleshy part of her butt, there was no chance of any serious damage inflicted on her. Eren was an experienced master.

“Going to talk now?”, he asked, the cane still ready in his hands, “Or do you need more persuasion?”

While the threat of more pain was a powerful motivator, it was that inferno between her legs that broke her. Mikasa needed to be taken care of, and she needed it a long time ago. With her legs wide apart like this, she couldn’t even rub her thighs together, she couldn’t do anything without Eren’s approval, and he wouldn’t give it to her until she said the truth. There was no other way out of this torment, he had her trapped.

“I just… I just want the other girls at the agency to see you too.”, she confessed through the tears, “The magazine is popular, the other models will read that article, they will know…”

She couldn’t look at him, admitting her reasons to the wall instead, unable to face Eren’s inquisitive gaze.

“I wa-…” she choked back a sob, “I just want them to know how insanely hot my fiancé is. I want to boast for once, god damn it!”

He sighed behind her. So this was the whole secret, the absurdity making him smirk a little bit.

“Miki, look at me.”

Mikasa did so, and her face, so ruined by tears, spit and cum, that was heartbreaking to watch

“And why didn’t you say it sooner?”, shaking his head, Eren let out a disbelieving laugh, “What’s wrong with that reason?”

“You don’t think it’s stupid?”

“Stupid? No! I did the same thing with you, don’t you remember? Back when Onya had those dumb comments about me being in a long-term relationship.”

Satisfied with her answer, Eren knew that this is the truth, this was the real reason for her eagerness. Shaking his head, Eren dropped the cane, running a loving hand over Mikasa’s beaten and bruised bottom.

“Do you still want me to fuck you?”, he whispered into her ear, “Or does it hurt too much?”

The suffering would surely be too strong if Mikasa wasn’t into it. Luckily, she was just as masochistic as her lovely partner, the pain twisting into pleasure in those dark corners of her body.

“I’m fine.”, she said, “Fuck me. And don’t hold back.”

Eren quickly dropped a hand between her legs, not wanting to make her wait anymore. Spreading her folds open, he slowly guided himself in, making Mikasa moan in pleasure. Finally. She was dripping, there was no need for foreplay, so Eren began pumping into her right away, short grunts ghosting against her neck. Her pussy was so perfect, it was hard to believe it wasn’t made specifically for him. They just fit so well together.

“You’re so fucking tight kitten,” he growled into her ear, “So hot and wet and silky, I could spend an eternity fucking you and I would still want more.”

Flesh slapping against flesh, the contact still sent flares of pain up from Mikasa’s backside, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of finally being filled, stretched to her limits by his girth. Bracing herself against the wall, she panted hard, feeling her insides contract and her toes curl against the floor. Being taken from behind did rob her of the sight of him, she couldn’t watch that beautiful dance of muscle on Eren’s body that was taking place when he fucked her, but it allowed him to reach those depths inside her, rub the head of his cock against those places that made her see stars. It made her hips snap back into his, buck in time with his thrusts, meeting him halfway. His hand wasn’t idle either, playing with her clit, rubbing her in tiny circles, determined to make her cum as hard as possible. Close, she was so close, and Eren took notice. Fingers speeding up, he toyed with that magic nub while steadily thrusting into her velvety heat, that combination so heavenly that it made her scream when the coil finally snapped. Her pussy clenching wildly around his length, her vision going white, Mikasa fell back into Eren, head on his shoulder, unable to hold herself up anymore. High on her climax, she let out a cute giggle that bubbled out of her chest, closing her eyes to savor the feeling to the fullest. Cunt clenching around his length, Eren knew that she was on her high, and worked to extend it for her as much as he could. Burying his face into her neck, muffling his groans by biting into her skin, creating another of those hickeys she would curse him for in the morning, Eren kept his tempo up. It didn’t stop him that he had to hold her weight up, it didn’t stop him that she didn’t help him anymore, lost in the stream of pleasure, nothing would stop him once Eren was determined. It was hard to keep himself from exploding inside her, when her inner muscles milked him, spasming around his cock, begging him for release. Yet Eren was determined to please his dark princess, to give her all the pleasure in the world.

The proof of Mikasa’s climax was running down her inner thighs, that heavenly feel prolonged by Eren’s fingers working her clit, doing those exact little circles that she enjoyed the most. It was a bit embarrassing when he asked her to show him how she touches herself, what she enjoys the most, but it was so incredibly worth it. It was slowly getting too much, the pleasure was not stopping. Bonelessly sagging into his embrace, Mikasa was just leaning on his body, head lolling back on his shoulder, panting for air while he kept moving inside of her, tireless. Her body felt like jelly at this point, thoroughly satisfied and fucked, unable to hold her thoughts together anymore. Seeing it, seeing how done she was and knowing that it was his doing, that it was his body that was able to make her lose it like this, that was enough to break Eren’s concentration. He cursed against her skin as he came too, his release mixing with hers, creating quite a mess between her thighs.

When Mikasa came back to reality, they were sitting on the floor together, as Eren’s legs probably gave way too, hunched into one sweaty, dirty bundle of bodies. Now that her hormones have calmed, she realized how incredibly filthy she is. There was cum on her face, her breasts, between her legs and on her inner thighs, everywhere. She needed a shower. Now. Eren thought so too because when he took notice of the life returning to her eyes from wherever heaven the strong orgasm sent it to, his first words were quite simple.

“Let’s get cleaned up.”

And Mikasa couldn’t agree more.

It was after that much-needed shower and after Eren gently rubbed soothing cream into her aching ass that Mikasa reviewed the fruits of their labor. She was lying down on the couch, on her front to avoid putting any pressure on her butt, scrolling through the photos. They were just as good as she remembered. Eren looked hot as fuck in the first one, the second one showed off both his tattoo and that nice shape of his ass, and the third one…. Despite just being thoroughly fucked, Mikasa had to bite her bottom lip. The third one was something else. The slight hint of the bulge, the submissive angle from below, that emerald fire in his eyes. Look, maybe the photoshoot wasn’t exactly professional, as models are not supposed to fuck the director’s brains out right after, as far as she knew, but who cared about such a formality. The third photo was incredible, and she couldn’t wait to send it to the magazine. The victory was theirs.

“Miki?”

She hummed, letting Eren know that she’s listening.

“I kind of forgot to tell you, but I met someone at Zackly’s shop.”

Oh, a meeting in the sex shop? This should be spicy. Putting down the camera for a second, she gave Eren her full attention.

“Do go on.”

“Ymir and Krista. And before you ask, yes, they recognized me.”

“Oh well, that sucks, but what can we do. “, Mikasa shrugged, “It’s the twenty-first century, it’s not like we are doing anything illegal.”

“I know, that’s not the point.”, he smirked at her, “In fact, they were there to start their own adventure.”

“Really….”

Mikasa could imagine Ymir being into some BDSM, but Krista? She was always so quiet and calm… Then again, Mikasa was also very quiet in public, and look at her now. Forced to lie on her front because her fiancé caned her ass so hard. Looks can be deceiving.

“Long story short, they asked me to come over someday, give them some pointers, maybe tell them some of the stuff we did.”, Eren continued, “And since you play a major part in those stories, I have to ask, would that be okay with you?”

Well, it was bound to make the next meeting a bit more awkward, but to hell with that. If Ymir and Krista wanted in on the fun, Mikasa would be the last person to hinder them in any way.

“Go for it.”, she nodded at her boyfriend, “I’m sure that they will appreciate it.”

Especially Ymir, Mikasa imagined. Getting his answer, Eren moved back into the kitchen where he was preparing their dinner and she was left alone to go back to the photos, once again looking them over. And the more she stared at them, the surer she was. This competition was won. And the other models over at Kiyomi’s agency would find out a thing or two about that usually quiet and stoic Asian girl.  

[lizzybeth1986]

Quick Thoughts on The White People Waambulance, Chapters 18 and 19

• Sorry this QT is coming out so late, guys. I regret to say my heart wasn't really in this one...and it hasn't been with regards to my QTs for a while. This one might be my last, unless we count me finishing them off for the (not rewritten) Book 1. It's been two years since I began, and the last two books made the process honestly really exhausting.

• I clubbed the two finale chapters together because I really couldn't be bothered to do separate ones for both.

• In fact...I won't be doing any of what I have been doing for my QTs so far. I'll be honest to you: I usually do multiple replays, the last few in tandem with the other routes on YouTube. I go through the scenes one by one. I keep note of differences and variations and carefully choose screenshots that will reflect the gist of the scenes.

But I couldn't be bothered to do any of that this time. I pressed the "continue" and then the "end book" buttons as soon as I finished my first run of those chapters. I'm drained, guys. And I don't think I'll be coming back to the TRH series at least, not even for Liam or Hana or Kiara. Maybe my mind will change by the time the second book comes out (update from present-day Lizzy: no it didn't) but I'm not counting on it. And you'll probably know why by the time this QT ends.

• TW: Discussions on racism, both fandom racism and from within the narrative. The last section of this QT is going to be...pretty heavy, guys.

There's also going to be a lot of anti-Drake, anti-Olivia, anti-Madeleine and anti-Penelope content here, so if you like any of those characters...well, you've been warned.

The ensuing post is going to be LONG, and I know a lot of you have good reasons not to deal with long posts, so here's a tldr:

1. The TRR writing team stick to their weird obsession for jobless whiny white men.

2. Read this book once and you'll feel like you're drowning in an ocean of white tears.

3. WOC continue to get scraps from the writing team, even as they boast of being diverse and inclusive. In fact, they're regularly treated as mere tokens, exotic eye-candy or non-entities, while their behaviour is measured on standards that are very different from their white counterparts (this happens in other books as well).

...okay I wasn't expecting for the tldr to be long too 😅

• Me @ my QTs then:

Me @ my QTs now:

• I'll probably be finishing off my TRR Book 1 QT series when I'm a little less burnt out, but for now this is where it ends, I guess.

• So...here is to summarize the last two chapters: Accident happens. LIs mad. Paparazzi sad (but largely get away scot-free). MC and baby safe. At the Council meeting Kiara slam dunks the murderer of Liam's mother with the style and elegance this fandom still refuses to acknowledge her for. The MC is nice to her for like half a second. Last Apple Ball. New clothes for everyone as if they had a Diwali bumper sale the week before or something. Godfrey is somehow responsible for the security (who thought this was a good idea) and seeing the Auvernese Royal Guard outside our doors is SO not-creepy.

We get to see if we impressed our Auvernese and Monterriso allies enough. Bradshaw compliments Kiara for like half a second. Olivia sees the dude from the Q&A session (Jin) at the Ball and (if you pay) you get to see her catch, interrogate and lowkey flirt with him.

Leona and Bianca make it to the ball (where is Bartie Sr. Where are Xinghai and Lorelei. Where is Regina) and this time the narrative makes sure to shoehorn a plot element into their presence here: Leona is there so we can do something about the reveal that she constantly ratted us out to the press for money. ("oh look! Walker Ranch was plot related after all! We have a reason (albeit a flimsy, paper-thin one) to set 9 whole chapters in Texas. Even though we had to literally come up with this bit in the last minute, because really - all we wanted to do as a writing team was nut collectively over Drake Walker")

(I also can't believe that between the time I wrote this line and the time this QT finally came out - they literally found a way to re-fucking-write Book 1 so they could nut collectively over Drake Walker earlier)

• Why were we required to dress down in Texas for these assholes when they couldn't even bother to dig up their Sunday best for this ball??? Oh right, they're Walkers. Hypocrisy runs in the family.

• Good thing is you can choose to banish Leona if you want. She's angry about it for a second then accepts it and leaves. But like what is the point of banishing her when she hardly even bothers to come there in the first place? She's not going to be bawling her eyeballs out saying "boohoo, they threw me out of this country that I spent like five minutes in and never even wanted to visit in the first place".

• Bianca is present at the end of Chapter 18 mainly to deliver to us a plot point at the very last minute: a clue about where we could find proof about Queen Eleanor's murder. Bianca mentions conversations Jackson had with her, and a secret room somewhere. Her leaving the palace and abandoning her children is addressed, and the MC gets to berate her. It's...short.

• Why this important piece of information was given to Bianca when idk LEO could have pitched in and spoken about it, no one knows. Oh wait. I keep forgetting. Bianca is Drake's mother. That's why.

• Okay so Amalas valiantly found out about Leona's involvement in this and gave us tangible proof via photographs. But we're kiiiinda forgetting that the scrutiny and privacy invasions were happening even before we hauled ass to Walker Ranch? Who was responsible for those? Who was the "source" that the Chapter 17 paparazzo was referring to, the one that mentioned they would triple the price for more photos of the Queen/Mother of the Heir (Coz like why would she do that. She's already broke)? How did Amalas come by this information so easily and why was she really that invested? Why is no one asking these questions? Why isn't the group asking these questions? Why are they stupid. Jesus, they're all so stupid. HOW ARE YOU SO STUPID, SQUAD.

• Shortly after they get rid of Leona and Bianca, the rest of the group give the happy couple a choice of toys for the nursery - and that's our final nursery purchase. You can either go for the corgi - which is on brand for the series by now I think - or the lion, which is seen as very Cordonian.

• More party shenanigans. We're nice to Kiara for another half-second. Kiara arranges a photoshoot for us. The team can't pretend to give a fuck anymore about its fans so they will ask us to pay for an edit that I've seen millions of edit-creators in the fandom do wayyyy better. Like let's be honest - compare the engagement shoot pics (messy as they were) to the shoots we eventually got this book. You can see the difference. You can tell which one required more work.

• Anyway, if you choose this scene you wind up going back to the ballroom, dance with your spouse, aaaaand it's time for another diamond option. This time your spouse gives you something you've been craving (mousse parfait for the Liam MC, chocolate chip cookies for the Hana MC, handmade chocolates for the Maxwell MC and a choice between bacon and a veg version of it for the Drake MC. Damn, team TRR. Your favouritism is showing). The couple also writes a letter to the baby that the child can read growing up, in a bit of a parallel to Eleanor's letter to Liam that we see at the end of the chapter.

• After this, Liam reveals he has been pondering over what Bianca said, and wants to find out where they could find that secret room. Cue Liam's own flashback scene for free. Godfrey bringing to Queen the same goblet that the RoE MC found in a flea market in Book 2 for Regina (or perhaps just a similarish one). Liam and Eleanor reciting a rhyme that turns out to have clues for the secret room.

• To give the team credit, they seem to have (finally) put some thought into this. Like this actually feels like Liam's scene. Not one that delivers information about his family but is really about another character. They seem to incorporate all the things Eleanor seemed to be known for - things that were hardly addressed in the books when it came to talk of her. She is shown with a love for books given that books and poetry form an important part of the clues she leaves for Liam. One of the books is about foraging, which is unsurprising considering her love for gardens that was established in Book 1 of TRR.

• So...like...nice job but why was practically everything about Eleanor (including the way she'd stand up to Constantine, her displeasure at the sound of Godfrey and Bartie's names, her nature that Liam not only inherited but also learned) left only for your finale? Why no buildup? Why was I seeing you lot constantly pandering to Drake's family the entire time? Why do I know way, way more about Jackson than I do about Eleanor whose story this WAS? Why is she and her son suddenly getting this burst of attention at the tail end??

• They still manage to push young!Drake into a scene focusing on Liam and Eleanor, so we can see how Eleanor's teaching of how to be a responsible royal began to make inroads into Liam's way of thinking. It's the ultimate irony, that Liam took his mother's advice so much to heart that he lets Drake stay in his home, eat his food, and complain about those dastardly nobles to his heart's content for free.

Poor Eleanor in her grave is like

• Very fitting, how Constantine's proposal to Eleanor happens in the hedge maze, very much like Liam's first declaration of love in Book 1.

• If you're married to Liam, you get an extra letter that's addressed to Liam's future wife. She clearly knew her days were to be numbered by the time she gave birth to that second child at least.

• Lmao @ how the team somehow managed to remember that Eleanor would have been Leo's stepmother too. He's mentioned a couple of times. They didn't have enough time to develop a sprite for young!Leo but somehow had all the time and resources to make one for young!Savannah who had literally no purpose in Drake's flashback scene? Hmm. Hmm.

• They somehow manage to find the twin to the RoE MC's gifted goblet that Godfrey gave Eleanor the night she died, and Liam reveals that he's been obsessed with poisons enough to know that it wasn't the drink that was poisoned, it was the cup itself. Everyone is shook.

• Love that extra little detail about Liam's obsession with learning about poisons and how it's a sign of how deeply Eleanor's death affected him. But tell me honestly if you remember this plot point coming up even once before in any significant way. Even during the one time a person is poisoned in the previous book (by the laws of karma, the victim in this instance is Godfrey's only daughter) Liam shows very few signs of this "obsession". At a time when he has also lost a father. Convenient how something that could have added more depth to Liam is kept aside until there's a scene where his knowledge is required. Convenient indeed.

• I kind of understand why Liam acts on impulse, okay. The man just discovered who murdered his mum, at least some amount of irrationality is allowed (esp considering he hardly got to express ANYTHING when his goddamn father died). But you'd think Liam's friends would hold him back and help him think this through? Convince him that there are more effective ways to confront and get a confession out of Godfrey who after is in charge of security at the moment? You seriously think charging into the ballroom and suddenly stripping this man of his titles is going to actually work??? You couldn't figure out how to make him vulnerable instead so that he wouldn't be able to escape???

• I mean like, sure, one could always rationalize it all as "well see Lizzy, they needed a dramatic end to this story and they needed to wrap this mystery up quick". But there were other ways they could have spread it out than make it all sound so...so random. And you bet we all know why the narrative had to scramble around last minute to solve this. It's because we spend half the damn book in a dilapidated ranch with a shit family!

• Anyway, Godfrey escapes...and the MC tells her spouse that she's going into labour after...two contractions? Um. Okay.

• So. That ends Book 1 of this new series. And with it my QTs, for this series at least. My QTs for Book 1 (the OG, not the rewrite) might continue, but I'd need to repeat my failplay again because I lost most of those screenshots 😭

General Thoughts on the Book:

• So far, this is what I can see as happening in the next book:

- The birth, obviously

- Any extra perks from our purchases (ie. the nursery and the garden)

- Subplots involving the LIs' conflicts regarding parenthood and their own childhoods

- The mystery behind Eleanor's death isn't quite over yet, nor is the truth behind the constant paparazzi presence in TRH. Leona was the scapegoat this time around, but how did Amalas get all this information so quickly?

- Where is Eleanor's other child? Olivia's investigations may or may not lead to that answer. I'm pretty sure Jin might be involved as well.

- Another possibility is that Madeleine may give us important information since she was potentially aware that Eleanor was pregnant at the time.

- The mystery behind Jackson's death and what he knew regarding Eleanor's condition.

- What part did Bartie Sr have to play in all this? How involved was Constantine in the murder (if in fact he was)? What more dark secrets will we learn about Constantine, Godfrey and Bartie Sr during this time? What ultimately caused the breakdown in Constantine and Jackson's relationship, since Drake mentions Jackson being around when Regina was Queen as well?

- Speaking of Regina, how involved was she in any of this? We know she was Godfrey's cousin-in-law and Bartie Sr made a comment on her during the announcement about the heir, and that she married Constantine a couple years after Eleanor's death, but was she aware of any of this or was she largely out of the major plot and brought in later to cement Godfrey's position and power?

- I'd mention the possibility that Lorelai could know something, but they didn't really give anyone connected to Hana any time at all, so I have my doubts.

- Operation Swan, and possibly a visit to Monterisso. Liam's younger sibling must be in one of these places but my guess is on Monterisso.

- I'm guessing the team will write a nice wedding for Penelope and Ezekiel next book, while Kiara continues to get scraps from the same team.

- Drake and Olivia will continue to eat into the plot. Madeleine will join this unholy trinity as well because they've set the stage for her to have plenty of angst.

With that over, these were my thoughts once this book was finished:

WHERE ARE THE DUCHESSES?

Remember how, back in Book 3, we all marvelled at the number of women in this country who were in positions of power? Adeleide and Emmeline were powerful duchesses while their husbands were secondary figures, and Joelle though married into a noble family is an influential artist and - according to Liam - the embodiment of King Fabian's values. It seemed like, despite the underlying sexism and racism in the story, women were at least at the forefront of Cordonian politics.

This is virtually gone in TRH1. Godfrey (who wasn't even interested in Krona in the first place, much less Cordonia) and Landon (whose only concern seemed to be Penelope, leaving Emmeline to manage the duchy) have a seat in the Council. In fact we never even see either of these woman in the book. I can maybe understand the logic behind not appointing Adeleide, but the fact that Emmeline is passed over for her far-less -qualified husband is a mystery to me!

Also, has anyone noticed how white-male-centered the whole Eleanor story is? Notice how we never see Eleanor's friends, besides Jackson? We never see any of the courtly ladies of that era? She's the Queen. She'd have her own court. I find it impossible that Eleanor would have no interactions of importance among her own goddamned court, that Joelle, Emmeline or Adeleide wouldn't even be mentioned in her story thus far. It's fascinating that forget being part of her story - these women are largely forgotten in the book itself.

(Note: It's also important to add that none of Kiara's family - besides Zeke - makes an appearance this book. At all. One member of Penelope's family and one member of Madeleine's family is in the council, but we never really see or hear anything from Kiara's, even though Hakim was Constantine's old friend and Joelle could have easily been connected to Eleanor, given that Eleanor was exactly the kind of ruler Joelle would have loved and respected.

While we're on that subject, Lorelai could have been connected to Eleanor as well - considering that we know next to nothing about her years in Shanghai. There were ways Hana's story could have been tied into the overall plot as well that were largely ignored. The fact that both the main and secondary WOCs presented opportunities for better plot and story, and despite that they were largely ignored in the books...I think that says a lot. But I will get into more of that in detail in a different section).

LI SPACE AND STORY

• Now...as we all know, The TRR/TRH series is primarily a romance-focused book first, with an underlying plot about royalty and politics. So it makes sense to evaluate the book based on what it gives its love interests. That includes the number of scenes they get, and the kind of focus their story is given. So...here's the rundown of how that goes in TRH Book 1:

Liam: Overall, not too bad. He gets one individual scene, a free and paywalled childhood scene (though the free one is essential for the group's realization of who killed Eleanor). The letter his mother writes to Liam includes an extra section towards the end, meant for the MC who marries him. However, we must note that a lot of this "attention" was thrust into the very final chapter of this book, and 99% of the same book didn't exactly make an attempt to explore his inner thoughts on anything - his mother's death, the dealings with the foreign countries, his political activities. Eleanor being pregnant came from a scene that made Olivia the center of attention, the MC had the opportunity to ask him how he was feeling only once or twice, and most of the time the narrative relegated it all to "the matter is still being investigated". It's a slight improvement from the absolute lack of concern the MC and the narrative showed about Liam's emotional state post his father's death in Book 3, but not much.

Variations wise, the team did step up on the basic ones for most of the LIs, so clearly we've moved past the days of seeing cut-paste scenes and the likes of Liam and Hana saying "I'm so dumb in love with you". However, in playthroughs where the MC is Liam's wife and Queen of Cordonia, her lack of genuine concern for her country and lack of curiosity about the place she's ruling, sticks out like a sore thumb. The fandom loves to highlight how the plot is "written for Liam" or is "easier in Liam's playthrough", but besides his own child being the heir, nothing else from Book 3 onwards seems like it was particularly written with him in mind.

Drake: Hoo boy. So 2019 was clearly the year that many people didn't believe me about Drake eating up space, and the year they had to eat their words because in TRH it was too obvious to be ignored. On an overall scale you cannot avoid the extra perks even his LI scenes got - his Valtoria scene in Chapter 4 was longer, set in a different place and he was allowed to expand on his decision to say yes to Liam's request in a way Hana and Maxwell never were. We learned way more about his familial relationships and dynamics than all the LIs combined. His childhood scene was the first to be given variants depending on whether the MC was his wife or not. His sister's wedding takes up almost half the book, leaving little to no space for either the intrigue, or even the pregnancy that was supposed to be THE most important part of the book.

An insane amount of retconning was done to emphasize strongly on the "marshmallow" part of his personality, having him state time and again that for the MC he can even "sport a tutu if you said you had a thing for the Sugar Fairy". Part of these changes could be attributed to the backlash the team got for having him call a pink cake "girly".

There is a strong possibility that Jackson might be explored further in the second book, and it's no surprise considering that he's the one parent that is most talked about in the series. The book looks like it was truly written with Drake in mind, with a heavy dose of Olivia, and everyone else was added as a bit of an afterthought.

Maxwell: Pretty awful treatment for a character that the head writer of the team claims to like. He has no individual character scenes, and one childhood scene where his older brother Bertrand is given more focus. Ironically, Maxwell was more wary of Bartie Sr in TRR Book 2 than Bertrand was, but somehow they changed this little detail so that Maxwell could be written out of his own story.

His LI scenes were also not given much effort - some were badly written, and some scenes (like the free ones) showed little to no variations between the friendly and romantic playthroughs. One that comes to mind is the baby announcement photoshoot, which was so poorly done it added nothing of value to the character or the relationship.

Like the last book, Maxwell isn't allowed much development in TRH1, and he's still forced into a largely "court jester" role in the story. This reflects very poorly on him in certain situations, such as the chapter where we finally get glimpses of his book. The aim was to be humourous and light about the events of the series, but he comes out of it sounding thoroughly insensitive towards his friends, none of whose consent he took to write this self-centered pile of garbage.

However, there is hope that they might do things a bit better for him next book, if the rewrite of him in TRR 2.0 was anything to go by. However, it would be awful if they tried to do a better job of him and then left out Hana. Speaking of which...

Hana: I'm going to begin this section with a comparison to another character, someone who should have been treated as a secondary character - Olivia.

Olivia in this book has 2 character scenes (they're very plot driven, but they also explore her outside of her friendship with the MC and dynamic with the group). The spy scene with Auvernese royalty, and the scene with Jin, the Auvernese spy. An entire chapter is spent in her duchy (by now we've seen Lythikos four times and I'm now sick of the place), and she winds up taking over Maxwell's Q&A scene as well.

So that's technically 2.5 scenes AND a childhood scene that revolves around her even though it's about Liam's mother. In addition to this, Olivia also gets her own mini-book, The Royal Holiday, that revolves (again) around her duchy and has the group clamouring to give her attention when no one else wants to.

Here are the stats for Hana, who by virtue of being an LI, is also a potential co-protagonist in the series:

Nothing.

Zilch. Zip. Zero. Nada. Nothing.

She has one childhood scene that is part of the group's scenes - a beautiful, heartbreaking one that serves as a slap in the face to anyone who'd dared to be dismissive of what she went through earlier - but none after that, and no individual scenes either. The team - in one of their most offensive choices this book - force a storyline where she has fertility issues just so the MC can be the one carrying the child, and the same MC can opt(!!) to ask about her well-being after two days. The same MC has the chance to whine about not getting pregnant soon enough in front of Hana.

There have been a few efforts made to make the MC appear more caring towards Hana: she can angrily defend Hana against Isabella's jibes, and she can make Hana relax for once during the baby shower (unlike the wedding reception where the same MC treated her like a bridesmaid). The MC even gets to tell her wife that she should never consider herself secondary or unimportant.

All of these are nice, but at the end of the day they're all scraps. I'd equate it to how we're allowed to give Kiara compliments on the final two chapters, but the white women around her still get a far bigger chunk of space, story and attention dedicated to them. The team have a pattern of adding these tiny tidbits that will temporarily satisfy stans while still maintaining the status quo, and that's precisely what's happening here. Its important for us to understand this. Underneath all this surface concern and all these scraps, Hana is still getting dust in place of actual story and characterization. And given that they made ZERO major changes to Hana's scenes in TRR 2.0, I'm not expecting that to change.

As for the book in general...I don't have to go into why this book is a mess, do I? We all know. We've all witnessed how disproportionate the writing has been and while I'm glad more and more people recognize what I've been seeing since Book 3, it's sad that it took 9 whole chapters in Walker Ranch for so many to understand exactly how much space Drake has been eating up for no good reason.

BLACK HOLES AND WHITE TEARS

I'll begin this section by talking about Drake Walker. He's the most prominent sign of the larger problem.

Drake Walker is what I call a Black Hole LI. And yes I mean black hole as in the one that exists in space (Beckett from TE also fits into this category). He is the kind of LI that sucks up everything. Love. Light. Joy. Common sense. Other characters' spaces.

He is the kind of love interest that will have Liam's traumatic experience centered around him. The kind of love interest for whose problems - largely created by his mammoth ego - we have to resolve in Shanghai, the home of the lone female LI. While that same female LI gets nothing, and then disappears in a subsequent chapter. The kind of love interest whose love confession can take precedence even over the MC's own issues (remember the Beaumont House chapter in Book 1? The one that took place the day after Tariq nonconsensually kissed the MC? 98% of the dialogue revolved around Drake's feelings. Not about the faulty lock, not the possibility that the MC's security had been tampered with - Drake's feelings). The kind of love interest that was given an entire extra wedding and artwork for his mother in Book 3 itself - none of which were given to any other LI.

A Black Hole LI is totally the kind of LI that would get 9 whole chapters in their home while we have never even visited the homes of the others since the early books of the previous series.

This wasn't something that began just this book. It's been a constant since Book 2, and you can even see signs of his story gaining way more importance in Book 1. It's also not something we can - in all honesty - blame simply on finances and fan popularity: the writers confirmed Drake to be one of their favourites, and attempts to give his scenes additional perks (eg plot elements pushed into both the Whiskey scene and the Beaumont Office scene) happened long before they could make any conclusions about his popularity. I bought the Beaumont Office scene to find out more about that family. I bought the Marshmallow scene so I could find out more about Liam and Hana's conversation post Coronation (remember - Hana was never even allowed to speak about her return to Cordonia because that scene was given to Drake). I bought the Italian Restaurant scene to learn more about Liam's assassination. The funny thing about all these three is that these were their stories to tell, yet Drake is the focus. Quite a few of Drake's initial scenes sold because the team consistently made the effort, consistently ensured that the information from his scenes would benefit us in the long run. The narrative allowed for Drake to have his own story, and additionally let aspects of his story overshadow that of the other LIs' (see the examples I've given above). Even though he has very little of value to contribute to the larger story (no job, his friendships are shallower than a wash-basin, and no genuine communication with any commoner in the story - only endless whining).

The treatment Drake gets that no other LI does, is a problem in itself, but it also is a small part of an even bigger issue. He isn't the only white character who gets this sort of attention and detail to his story.

Take Olivia, for example. Started out as a rival to the MC, before her sad sad childhood and her genuine love for Liam was revealed in the Book 1 finale. Over the course of the story, her role changed from petty rival to Warrior Duchess to reluctant bff. Over the course of the original series, Olivia became one of the most prominent characters in the story, on par with the male LIs. I'm not sure how many people realize that Lythikos is the ONLY duchy in the kingdom we've seen thrice (four times if you count Holiday). To give you an idea of how big a deal that is, here's how many times we've visited other duchies besides the capital and Applewood:

Fydelia - 2

Portavira - 1

Castelserraillian - 1

Ramsford (the home of our sponsors!) - 1

Hana's mother's home - Never.

Lythikos has a detailed familial and cultural history, and I wouldn't be lying if I said we know more about this one region than we know about the entire country of Cordonia. And honestly for me, the obsession with this one duchy has reached saturation point. Lythikos is not Cordonia. Lythikos is not all there is to Cordonia or even the only place that should matter. Yet it seems the team is more than eager to flog that horse until there's nothing of interest left.

Olivia is the only character who gets an entire mini book that revolves around comforting her and making her feel better about her background and origins. I don't think we've ever given Hana this much attention when she left her home for us. Or when she was being bullied by Madeleine. Or when she was the other bride in that grand wedding. Or when we received the news that carrying a child to term would be dangerous for her body. Or --

We were given an entire mini-book to comfort Olivia - the woman who continued to call Hana "damaged goods" and " a failure" for not marrying a man, while Hana's friend/wife stood by and watched. The woman who didn't have to think twice before making snide remarks about an equally skilled courtier who never did her any harm, only because she could get away with it. Istg when I heard that most of the court snubbed her during that first event in Holiday, this was my reaction:

Like girl I feel bad for you but at least now you know how it feels to be held responsible for shit beyond your control!

Hana, in the meantime, is forced time and again into situations that would break most people - but with very little payoff. Her arc with her parents was given a resolution that confirmed that Hana could only be considered worthy if she was useful. She was made to interact time and again with the woman who harmed her with such glee in Book 2. The MC - as a friend or as a wife - is at best neglectful of her issues and at worst someone who uses and discards Hana as she sees fit. And now...in her romantic playthrough she's given a storyline that doesn't allow her to bear children easily, and the MC spends less than two minutes to actually check on her. Hana is one of the co-protagonists, yet a side character given the treatment she should be getting. One could technically blame finances for the way she's being treated too, but keep in mind that the bad treatment goes as far back as the Applewood chapters in Book 1. Technically a time when she was bringing in money.

I get it. Olivia is a fan favourite. Many in the fandom wanted her to be an LI, the writers didn't, so they carved out this middle path where she'd have a major portion of the story anyway. But keep in mind that a lot of this attention came - and is still coming - at the cost of Hana. The team pretty much gave Olivia what they'd been refusing to give Hana all along.

On a smaller scale, you see similar patterns with the secondary characters - especially the women of the court. Madeleine and Penelope had elaborate backstories designed to make people forgive and sympathize with them, and Kiara - even though her backstory in Book 1 was inherently tragic and deserved to be handled sensitively - was given validation with great reluctance from the team, and with no consequences if we treated her cruelly. Even now, the team has only tossed Kiara a couple of scraps in the final chapter, while already setting the stage for Madeleine to get her own tragic "patriotism" arc for TRH Book 2, and a possible wedding for Penelope in the near future.

The difference here doesn't just lie in who gets attention and who doesn't. It lies in how the MC is supposed to view these women as well. A lot more sympathy and understanding is automatically extended to the white women, and the MC faces consequences if she fails to acknowledge their pain. Far less sympathy is offered by default to the black and the Asian woman - the MC may be friends with Hana but a huge chunk of their relationship is mostly about the MC benefiting from Hana's skills without giving much in return.

Even though their misdeeds are acknowledged and spoken about, both Madeleine and Penelope are written in such a way that the problems they're currently facing matter more than anything they've ever done in the past. Hana is made to sweet-talk Madeleine despite being bullied by her in a previous book. The MC herself never gets ANY opportunity to directly address what Penelope put her through in Portavira, because what the MC went through matters less than Penelope's condition.

Compare this to the relatively small scale of Kiara's "misdeed" (being honest about not continuing with an alliance - I'm surprised people think this is an actual thing to be offended about!), and the way the MC is allowed to mistreat her sans consequences afterwards. We're even allowed to call Kiara a snob in the books - which isn't at all true if you look at any of her scenes in canon - and constantly make fun of her desire to learn (in fact, if anyone in the series could be called a snob, it would be Olivia). If I were to sum up how a woman of colour is spoken about in the books, vs a white woman - this screenshot would do the trick:

(Notice how none of the options to speak about Penelope allow us to speak rudely of her, yet in Kiara's case we're allowed to make judgements on her as a person. In Hana's case, while we don't exactly drag her the way we can drag Kiara - we get precious few opportunities to actually defend or support her when others talk rubbish about her).

When you explore the series overall, it's impossible to ignore the casual racism that makes disrespecting people of a certain race/colour easier than on another. It's impossible not to see where the narrative chooses to give consequences to an MC who treats a white woman badly, and where it allows the very same MC to suspect, and then (optionally) gaslight, a woman of colour a couple chapters later. It's impossible not to see which people are meant to be respected despite their bad behaviour, and which people can still be treated badly despite their better behaviour. It's impossible not to see a pattern emerging.

This is not even a problem that plagues only the TRR series. From TCaTF to ACOR to Platinum to even MoTY, there is an ongoing pattern of discrepancies between the way white people and people of colour - particularly women - are treated. Many POC characters are placed in situations where it's easier for them to suffer/die/be shown disrespect, than it is to show them kindness or mercy. MOC are regularly either exoticized (Prince Hamid is the most glaring example of this) or placed in very traumatic situations for which the payoff isn't always going to be that great (I know this happens to Dallas, but I don't know about the payoff for Syphax).

WOC particularly suffer quite a bit in a lot of PB novels, in comparison to their white counterparts. Rowan Thorne of TCaTF, as a character, didn't deserve for her death to be made easier than her survival (in contrast to Diavolos, who was given far more opportunities AND will live simply by virtue of allying with Kenna), any more than Kiara deserved to be interrogated by the people who should have been concerned for her safety or Xanthe deserved to be shipped to slavery. All this, while a Vanessa (who is in a position of power and who plays an active role in rendering the MOTY MC financially helpless) gets a diamond scene where she "explains" her situation and a Madeleine doesn't even have to hear about her bullying from her victims.

The fandom, too, has contributed to this on a number of occasions. Speaking specifically of TRR, how many times have we seen Hana being dragged on Olivia posts? (also, if we were really measuring Olivia by the impossible standards that we held for Hana's characterization, Olivia would appear pretty damn one-note too: after all, 80% of her characterization consists of knife jokes). How many times was Hana being looked at with disdain for either her niceness or the poor writing for her, while the same fandom would regularly coo over a nice-presenting Penelope (whose characterization is one of the most inconsistent in the series)? How many times have we seen Kiara being called a creep/obsessed for merely looking at a man, while almost no one judges Olivia for kissing a man without his consent? How many times have people forgiven a traitorous Penelope and hated on a far more innocent Kiara in the same breath? How often did the fandom hate on Liam for accepting the MC's advances after she rejected him, yet not say a word when Drake did the same thing? How many times has Maxwell been loved for his humour and childlike nature while people of colour with a similar personality (Lily from Bloodbound, for example) were hated on instantly? Clearly, there have been more instances of people in the fandom sympathizing automatically with the white character, than with characters of colour. Time and again, brown and black characters - particularly women - have been required to match up to impossible standards (if they're nice they're boring. If they don't like the MC they're <insert every gendered sexist insult you can think of here>). The standards are far more relaxed for white characters, and they're often given more breathing room and to most of what they want without the constant judgement that black and brown women get. The standards set up for both are grossly different.

Racism is a beast that assumes many forms - and not all forms of racism will appear obvious to some, especially when such stereotypes are so normalized in media and popular fiction that we almost accept it at first. Almost. To get to the root of why there's such an imbalance in this series - among others - we need to first acknowledge the sexism and racism that are such a vital part of its narrative, and that its fandom regularly buys into and (sometimes unwittingly) promotes.

At this point, it's important to understand that having queer characters or characters of colour simply exist in the books isn't enough. Token rep can be found in PB's books by the dozens, but at the end of the day it means nothing if there is a constant reluctance, over and over and over, to treat those characters with the same care and sensitivity that they treat their white ones (or their "exoticized brown" ones).

• Like I mentioned earlier, I won't be playing TRH from this point forward, but I do hope to finish my TRR QTs soon. I have a LOT of thoughts! If you'd like to be tagged on those, do tell me!

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you can tell me {mcsnickers}

CHARACTERS: Mason McCarthy and @duvaldomnick​

SUMMARY: After baiting for attention with a skimpy photo on the internet, Nick orders Mason to his room thinking he just scheduled just a regular, casual dick appointment and they’re both surprised when based on their conversation, sex isn’t on the menu. {Quick recap on their relationship so far: Nick and Mason were fuck buddies for a long while before Dalton, for the purpose of venting their D/s needs. There is a trusted connection built there and when they are in scenes they talk about belonging to each other because it’s what makes them feel good while they’re in Sub and Dom head spaces with each other, but they haven’t had any kind of conversation like that outside of scene talk. They have never been exclusive, even if they sound like it.}  tw because this gets into Mason talking about sexual D/s based abuse

NICK: ((When Mason arrived this morning)) Get your ass in here. On your knees.

MASON: Yes'Sir. Sounds like someone's in trouble.

NICK: Good boy. Well, it is now 5 in the morning, and you've already admitted to baiting me, to sate your needs...Tell me, what could those possibly be at this hour? Tell me Mason, how are you feeling?

MASON: Lucky me, we're both awake, huh?

I need you, Sir. I feel like after all the work I've been doing, I want it to be time for me. I want you. I want your attention. I want you to touch me. I want to be here.

NICK: Good boy, Bunny. You answered perfectly. I'll give you what you want, and what you need. You have been working so hard, haven't you? You're right, you deserve a break. Good thing it's Saturday morning, hmm? Tell you what, Mason. All those plans you had for this weekend. Cancel them. Then, hands in front of you, wrists together.

MASON: Yes, Sir. May I turn my phone of or hand it to you for after that for the weekend? Because I know I'll get texts from people, telling me I shouldn't cancel. I know I can and I trust you, I want to be here, but I don't want.. that. Done.

NICK: Good boy, Bunny. I know it's hard for you not to argue with me on this. I see you, trusting me. I've got you. Yes, I'll take your phone, until I release you. I'll put it on silent, but I won't turn it off in case of an emergency. I won't let anything else touch you. There we go. I'm going to bind your wrists. I'll have you kneel, head bowed, for two minutes while you settle that anxiety over the texts you just sent. After that, I'll give you your rules for the weekend. Let me know when you're ready, and if you need more than two minutes.

MASON: You know me so well, Sir.... I hope you don't wonder why I'd come to you. Why I need you. I'll be quiet now, Sir.

NICK: Of course I do, Mase. I do pay attention to things, when I'm inclined to do so. Shhhhhhh. I'm here, babe. Right here. Take all you need, I've got plenty to give. You don't have to be quiet, Bunny. I don't like how that sounded. Where are you?

MASON: I know you do. I know you. I pay attention too. I'm sorry. I think it's just the difference between having someone to tell me at all times whether I was doing well or not and vividly instructing me on how to fix it if I wasn't doing well enough to being so independent. I'm feeling very unsteady.. just.. I don't know.. unsure.

NICK: I can bet you do, but that's a conversation for another day. I can't imagine how hard that must be, Bunny. I know you're struggling. But it's okay, there's nothing wrong with that. You're doing a whole new thing, one I'm proud of you for. And you're doing it so well. But, part of my job is making sure I'm honest with you. And while we're not....Another responsibility I take very seriously is the one that says a Dominant involved in any way with a Submissive is partially responsible for them and their mental state. Unless you've been spending time with anyone else, recently, that's me. I see you, working your ass off, and I have to wonder when you find the time to sleep, eat, or even breathe. Thank you for sharing with me, Bunny. Thank you for communicating. We'll fix this, I'll fix this. If you feel unsteady, Mase, hold onto me. Trust me to carry you, to not let you fall. Because I will carry you, and I won't let you fall. Breathe for me. Anything else you need to say before I give your rules?

MASON: Sir... I appreciate you so much. I'm not spending time with anyone else, no. A few people showed interest in me sexually when I first showed up but they all disappeared when I didn't have the time to hand them my ass immediately. I know.. you're not the relationship type and I'm too busy to really, honestly commit myself to someone else but I want you to know that I'm not out with other people. And it doesn't matter if you are. I know you. I know you appreciate me. I don't... really have time. You're right. I've never had time but now I've added carving out a spot for myself here to everything. It is a lot. But I'm like, totes capable. You call me Bunny for a reason, Sir. I trust you. I know you will, I am leaning on you. I know you will carry me and keep me safe. I'm okay. I'm ready to hear my rules, Sir.

NICK: There's my good boy; I'm proud of you, Mase. Those were all big admissions, and I see that. I won't let any of it go overlooked. They did, did they? That's perfectly fine, it's only because they don't know you like I do. They don't know how special you are. What a good boy you are. We understand each other, and our positions. Though, I won't lie and say I don't like knowing that. In a way. What I'm hearing you say, Mase, is that you're struggling to maintain a healthy schedule for yourself, now that you feel you don't have anyone to give you that added direction. And that's alright, too. That doesn't make you any less capable, or any less perfect. I see that, and I'll remind you of that. But what I won't have, Mason, is you panicking about telling me you might need some help, and making up for that by forcing yourself to remind me, and your own self, that you can handle it. You came to me for a reason, Bunny. Good, keep leaning. Let it all out, let it all go. I've got you. Very good. Alright. Stand up, and come sit in my lap. I want to hold you while we go over these. Rule 1 you already know- no plans outside of me, us, and this suite. No phone. No outside influences. No distractions. The world does not exist beyond these walls, unless and until I say otherwise. Rule 2. You will give yourself over to me, completely- as far as you're comfortable with. This will be a TPE weekend. Rule 3. Your hands will remain bound most of the time. The binding is loose, so you're able to move around comfortably when you need. I will remove it in certain instances as well. This means I will feed you, dress you, and bathe you. This also means you'll need to make certain you're being as vocal as possible about your feelings and needs. I'll need to know every detail, to keep you as safe and well taken care of as possible. Can you these things for me, Bunny?

MASON:Always your good boy, Sir. Thank you. You're right, I did come to you for a reason. I know you. I knew what you would say. I'll do as you say, Sir. I always do. Yes, Sir. I think your lap might be my favorite place, do you know that? Yes, yes, and yes. Sir. I can do all of that. I like that too. Thank you. I feel better already, I know that everything will be good. We're chill. This is good. I'm good. You're good. You're so sweet to me, Nick...

NICK: Say that again, Bunny. Say it again for me. Say it until you remember it. Until it comes as easily as my name rolling off your tongue. You are my good boy. No need to thank me. Alright. So, next time, what are we going to do as soon as we start feeling this way? You always do. Is it? Good boy. If anything else comes up, I'll let you know. Good, I'd hoped you would. It will be. I'll take care of you, my boy. Shhh. This isn't about me, babe. Now, I want you to tell me what time you went to bed last night, and what time you woke up this morning. I also want to know everything you've done today, and I want to know what you've eaten. Stay here, in my arms, while you tell me. I'm not judging, but I need to know what to focus on with you right now.  You're safe, Bunny. I'm listening.

MASON: Always your good boy, Sir. You have... no idea how good that sounds to me. I could say next time I'll post another skimpy pic at 5am, but I think you want me to learn a better way to get what I want and need from you. I could message you instead, Sir. Just..  tell you. I trust you. I still want you to know that I appreciate you, that I see you. Babe. I went to bed at 5:30am after joining Hunter at the pool for laps and I was up for cheerleading practice at 7am. I laid down a few times during the day, but not to sleep, I had other things to do. I drank a Monster before and after practice, then hit the gym for my own workout and run, Sir. I left campus for a little while to check in with Madison and my parents, and there's a guy- one of my parent's friends- that needed a few things from me. I wasn't done with all of that until the pm hours, and I had some granola on yogurt with Madison and she sent me off with some protein bars. I had a photoshoot and interview about the volunteer work I'm doing here at Dalton and then I came back on campus. I helped the janitors out a little bit-- I walked by and one of them was having trouble on his own, Sir. I got stopped a few times on my way back to my place. Not that anyone stopped me, but I stopped myself because people needed help in little ways like that. Then it was time for cheer again, so I ate one of the protein bars and led the team, followed by the gym again. I had paperwork to do to get myself settled here with administration and before I knew it, it was time to head out for that swim and when I got back to my place... well, here we are. You know the rest.

NICK: Yeah? Well, we can talk about that just a little later on. I'll remember it, and I'll bring it back up. You're exactly right, I do want you to know you don't have to degrade yourself like that to catch my attention. Whether I act it or not, you already have it. There we go. Message me, I'll make sure you're taken care of. Thank you, Mase. You're sweet, babe. Thank you for being honest with me, Bunny. So, let's walk through this a little more. I'm still here, I'm still listening, and I've still got you. You got an hour and a half of sleep last night, is what I'm hearing. Why? How long were your practices? How did your visit home go? I don't want to pry, but it's important for me to know exactly what type of physical exertion you've had today. Are you comfortable telling me what you did for your parents' friend? Did you drink any water today at all? You're so very helpful, Mase. You're a beautiful person. Your want to help is incredible, but I'm going to work with you on better recognizing when you have that kind of energy to give others, okay? How long were you in the gym? How many miles did you run? How many laps did you swim?

MASON: Yes, Sir. I know you will, you're good at that; remembering. You.. Sir.. I'll keep that in mind. I know you will, you always have. You know.. I don't let anyone else call me that... Yes, Sir. An hour and a half was all of the time I had to spare. I had so much to do yesterday that I didn't make it back until about 5am, and Hunter had talked about being out in the pool around that time and had asked/offered for me to join him; more or less. I don't do it every morning, but sometimes. Morning practice is more of a workout, we go for two hours. Evening practice is more like a rehearsal. We warm up and then work on routines. That went for three hours today. Going home went well, actually. My parents are pleased with the addition of Dalton to my schedule. Madison is still not happy that I moved out, but I'm sure I'll break through to her. She was pissy because she knew I was busy with that Dom-- not that she knew who it was, but she knew I left home to go there. Don't worry about prying, Sir. My answers are yours, that's part of the point here. He needed some help getting his house together while his friends were over, he just wanted to show off. Things got kind of physical too. I had water, yeah. I carry a bottle with me. Yes, Sir. I trust you. Of course. I spent an hour and a half in the gym, and I ran two miles with the team. Hunter is a boss, like... I don't know if you've noticed but damn. We raced on five laps a few times.

NICK: Good boy. Hold onto that for me, too. I mean it, Mase. I don't ever want you thinking that you need to offer someone ass in an attempt to get them to care about you. You don't? Good boy, thank you for being honest with me. I'm sorry that your sister is unhappy. But, I don't want you to let that hinder your progress. You're doing just fine, Mase. Thank you for saying that, Bunny. Good boy. Why haven't you told your sister who he is? Interesting. Things got physical? While his friends were there? Talk to me, Bunny. A refillable bottle? Good boy, keep trusting me. Oh, my busy bee. How are you feeling, Mase?

MASON: I will, Sir. Nick. You.. I.. I don't, no. That's for you. It's special to me. Yes, Sir. Of course. You need my honesty, I totes get it. I'm sorry too, but it's okay. She'll get over it. She will. She's just worried about me doing my best. I haven't told her because it would be weird, I think. He's a friend of our parents so like... he's supes old. To me, at least. ...Yeah. A refillable bottle, yes. I will, of course. I always trust you. Yours. I'm tired, but awake. I'm not sure if I've done enough, I had some things left to do. But at the same time, you've been calling me good and I could sit here all night. I feel better than I did before I got here, Sir. Because of you.

NICK: Mine. I like that. Good boy, you always understand. You're a smart boy, too. That's a good way to look at it. Such a kind perspective, Mase. Have you told anyone other than me, Bunny? Can we talk a little more about that, babe? Are you comfortable with that? Very good, I'm proud of you for making sure you're drinking water. I see that, you know. You, calling yourself mine. I'm not mad. You've done more than enough today, Mason. That's final. The rest can wait. Look at me, Bunny. Focus on my eyes. Give me your hand. The world will not stop turning if you take a break, if you lighten your load. I've called you good because you are good- so, so fucking good. We can do that, if you want to. I'll hold you all day, no matter what. Good, you'll feel even better than this before the day is over. I've got you Mason. I'm right here.

MASON: And you didn't even have to ask for it. Thank you, I try to. I'm glad you think so. No, I haven't. We can, yeah. There isn't really much I'd ever say no to you for. I'm comfortable with you. Mmmm.

Thank you. Yeah? What of it? Not mad is good. Yes, Sir. I trust you on that. And I won't be doing anything except what you tell me to do until Monday. Gladly. Yes, Sir. I see you, I feel you. I.. it's hard for me, but I trust you. I don't want to lose everything I've worked so hard for or disappoint anyone. Thank you, Sir. You're so sweet, I'll get spoiled you know. Maybe I already am. You're perfect. Thank you.

NICK: I didn't. I know that, you make this so easy. You haven't for the same reason? Good to know, but I'm still going to ask. Your comfort is my priority, Bunny. So, let's talk about it. What do you mean when you say things got physical? Nothing of it, it's just not something....I hear, every day. I'll make sure you won't be. Very good. I know it's hard for you, babe. But when things are hard, that only means you're growing. It isn't always pretty or easy, but it's needed. And I'm right here, to walk you through it. What makes you think that could ever possibly be true? What's got you anxious about something like that happening? Good, maybe I want you spoiled. Not nearly. Me? Not even close Bunny. You know that better than anyone. Don't thank me for that.

MASON: Easy is good. Mostly, yeah. He asked me not to talk to people about him. You're not people though, you're Nick. Like I mentioned before, I think he just wanted to show off. He tested me, making it harder for me to do the cleaning. ..I don't want to tell you that he came but I don't want to keep that from you either, Sir. We didn't fuck though. Do you like it? Do you want to hear it every day? I know you will, Sir. This is what I mean by perfect, you know just what to say to me. To do for me. You know me. You get me. Why wouldn't it be true? There are plenty of other people that would love to take my place. Even just my spot at Dalton is hotter than I thought. I don't know, I just have high expectations of myself and sometimes I get really anxious. Just maybe?

That wasn't your fault.

NICK: With you? It is. He did? That's...Interesting. You're right Bunny. You can tell me anything. In front of his friends, huh? And let me guess- they were all Dominants, too? It's okay, Mase. You can tell me anything, remember? We can talk about that later, babe. Let's keep the focus on you right now, hmmm? You're such a gorgeous focal point. It's basic, Mason. Being a decent human being doesn't deserve to be called perfection. You matter. You matter to the world, and you matter to me. Because, no matter how many hours you work a day, Mase, there will never be anything close to a replacement for you. You are incredibly utterly unique, in every sense of the word. You are a force to be reckoned with, and no one else is even close to capable of doing what you do. What do you mean by that, Mase? I know you do, I see you. That's something I want to work on, too. When you're ready. I don't want you to be anxious around me. Consider this your safe space, my boy. What, did you want to hear definitely? It's the truth. You give me too much credit, Bunny. But I promise...Nothing like that will ever happen again.

MASON: It is. You're right, yeah. I know I can, which is why I do. Stubborn. Yes, Sir. Nick...

NICK: ...How long has this been going on, Mason. Good. Keep it up. I am, yes. Yes, Mase? Use your pretty words, baby.

MASON: I've been helping him out for a couple of years, but it's been about a year since it first started to get like this. You make me feel a lot of things, Sir. If I use my pretty words I'm liable to make a fool out of myself.

NICK: Thank you for sharing with me, Bunny. You're a good boy, did you know? I need to make sure you know that. You couldn't possibly. I want to hear it all, Mase. Now, I want you to wrap those gorgeous legs around my waist. I'm going to carry you to the bedroom, and I'm going to hold you until food arrives. I'll strip you, too.

MASON: Of course, Sir. You don't have to thank me. I want to be honest with you. I'm glad you think so. Yes, Sir. Legs wrapped. Gladly. This sounds exciting, I can't wait.

NICK: I do, Mason. I know that was big. I'm so proud of you, babe. Good boy. I want you excited, in the best ways. Just relax, let someone take care of you for once. Here we go. I'll undo those bindings once I lay you down. While I'm stripping you, I'll kiss every inch of your beautiful body.

MASON: You make me feel proud too, Sir. My big, strong hero. I'll let you take care of me. That sounds nice. For me and for you too; you know what they say about cheerleaders. You know how addicted I am to your lips and your kisses. I even stole one without an order, which I'm just now realizing. I just wanted it really badly.