Hi! I just have to know… what are your thoughts on Makarov/Price, or just Price with a very intense and feisty partner 👀
Oh my god friend I loved this question but Istg every time I went to answer it I ended up with a response in the form of a book so I’m doing my best to stick to bullet points
Anyways I present to you Price with a very intense / feisty reader
First and foremost I want to note that Price isn’t docile himself, he feels rather strongly and sometimes acts impulsively but he’s learned to handle it throughout the years.
However when he first enlisted , fresh faced and ready to conquer the injustices of the world, higher ups saw these attributes as something to take advantage of so that they did.
Back then he didn’t see that, he was just happy that there were people in power willing to listen and willing to help him and while he got his hands dirty and went against everything he stood for, the higher ups stayed back home while offering simple promotions for his dirty work.
Since Price rose so fast in ranking, he probably attended many private parties and banquets organized by the army, and at one of those events he was bound to meet his future s/o
Back then he’d met you because he’d snuck out the event, had felt suffocated by the crowd and went outside to smoke.
There you were leaned up against the wall and offering him your cigarette
He swiftly takes it, while discreetly giving you a once over, noting you must be a soldier but not one attending this specific event for whatever reasons.
“Party that boring eh?” You say, noting the suit on him and the gloomy look on his face,
“You can say that” he says before taking a drag of the cigarette. “I’m not much of a party person actually” he says, taking another drag before passing the cigarette back to you.
“Yet you attended this one “‘you say with a smile on your face while exhaling a cloud of smoke into the air.
“Didn’t have a choice” Price shrugs watching tobacco smoke swirl around in the dark sky.
“Says who?” You say, passing the cigarette back to him.
“The party’s for me” Price says, lip curling in disdain.
You feel your eyes widen at his words, attention now fully on him rather than the tobacco.
“Oh now you’ve got me curios”
“Just a promotion, nothing special” he says, lips now curling into a small smile
“Nothing special eh what is it? Captain?”
“Lieutenant”
“You’re right, doesn’t sound special at all” you snort and he laughs along with you
Just as you’re about to say something else you see someone waving him over.
“Looks like someone’s calling for you -“
“Price”
“I’ll see you around Lieutenant price “ you say with a smile on your face, snuffing out your cigarette before walking away.
The next time he sees you, is when you’re being reprimanded for your behavior and he’s in charge of your punishment. It had been a minor offense but had resulted in you having to run laps in the rain. However when you had arrived in front of him he had quickly released you off of it.
“A merciful lieutenant who’d think that?” You say with a smile on your face.
“Don’t see a point of you just running around in the rain, join me instead?” He says with a smile on his own while waving a cigarette in the air.
As you sit down and smoke, he finds out that many times you’ve ended up being reprimanded for your behavior but that they haven’t kicked you out yet since you’re a very good soldier.
However he cant seem to comprehend why you keep getting yourself in trouble and you don’t give him a clear answer to that question either.
“Just remember while our hands get dirty someone else’s stay clean, I’ll see you around lieutenant Price”
After that you continue to bump into each other and every time you do, it’s because you’re in some trouble and Price is the one to get you out of the punishment. He’s still torn between being loyal to the higher ups and accepting the fact that they’re using him as a pawn in their own little games .
However he ends up making a decision when you get in trouble despite having done nothing wrong. You’re sent to your room and ordered to attend a disciplinary meeting. Price tries to reason with the higher ups, but they aren’t listening and in that very moment he realizes that these people don’t care about doing the right thing. They care about having power and controlling their subordinates
Feeling frustrated about the situation, and also feeling deeply worried for you, he decides to go and see you.
For someone who risks losing their entire career you look calm as ever, opening the door with a soft smile on your face.
“Lieutenant” you say while gesturing for him to come in
“Price” he subconsciously correct while walking inside.
“So what brings you here? Not that I’m opposed to it or anything.”
“Just wanted to see if you’re alright after everything that happened today”
“Oh that?”You wave him off before patting down the pockets of your coat that hangs on the wall, and pull out a pack of cigarettes.
You quickly light one up and pass it to him, before gesturing for him to sit down on your bed with you.
“You’re not worried that you’ll get kicked out?” He says, taking a drag of the cigarette before passing it to you.
You chuckle in response, putting the cigarette between your lips before you go to respond “not really, maybe I’d be if I still were a recruit but now? Not so much?”
“Why?” He says watching you exhale the smoke into the air before his eyes fall onto your lips, the way they pucker up to release the smoke, before falling back into a natural pout.
“I don’t know if you’ve realized it yet but they don’t give a shit about us here”
“I’m starting to” he says, eyes still locked on your lips, noting the way they’re curling up into a grin.
“Good” is all you say, “now if that’s all you wanted to say I suppose we’re done here unless..” you trail off, voice going lower as you lean closer to him.
For a second his eyes widen, body freezing in place. You continue to lean in closer until there’s only a cloud of smoke between you, serving as a barrier.
“Im- I -“ he tries to speak but his brain isn’t cooperating with his mouth. Instead he focuses on the way you lick your lips before you speak.
“If you don’t want this tell me to stop and I’ll-“ but before you can say more he grabs ahold of your neck and smashes your lips together, leaving you wide eyed and gasping before your eyes flutter shut and you lose yourself into the kiss
“You sure you don’t want me to come with you” he says looking like a whole sight with the sheets draped over his waist while lounging on your bed.
“No I’ll be fine” you say while shrugging on your shirt. “You stay here, I’ll be back soon” you add, eyes trailing over his naked body and feeling blood pool down to your lower half.
“Okay “ he says biting down on his lips before sinking back into the sheets .
You return quickly just like you had promised, and Price keeps his own promises by staying in your bed.
He stays there all day and for many more years to come. However the two of you don’t become anything official until much later on seeing as he’s focusing more on his career than having a relationship.
But in between those years of waiting you become a close companion of his as well as someone who knows his body better than anybody else in this world. You taught him to not let people take advantage of him and to do what he thinks and feels is right. He’s still loyal to some degree to those above him solely for the reason that they sometimes can come in hand. However Price wouldn’t let anyone dull your spark. He’d always aim to make sure that you get to stay true to yourself even if that means getting into a fight with his squad because you’re getting on the teams nerves with your temper, or making it clear that you are to be as respected as he is even though you don’t have some fancy title to go with your name
You work seamlessly together so much so people will come up to him and tell him “keep your dog on a leash” referring to the way you’re hovering behind Price and barring your teeth. But Price’s lips would only curl up into a smile before he responds with “it’s not him you have to worry about” because even though he’s learned to bite his tongue in order to keep important pawns on his chess board, he’d bite anyone’s neck off if they were to disrespect you.
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Does it still count as a sapphic poetic love letter if I use all pronouns? Who cares, I have great tits so I think it's valid.
Even through we never met, I feel like I could just find you in a crowd.
It would be so easy, wouldn't it?
But why is that?
Why does your radiance shine through enough for me to recognize it in a sea of other lights?
Maybe it's the way you joke, eyes probably crinkling in delight when someone laughs.
Maybe it's the way you talk so happily about your interests. Oh, I wish I could hear your rants all day, even if I don't particularly care for things you talk about. I think it's enough that you're talking and I can look at the way your eyes shine.
I want to touch your hair and run my fingers through it. See how it feels, see how it shines in the daylight. And maybe under the moonlight, if you allow me to take you out some time. Could I kiss your hands under the moonlight? Those hands of a lovely, blushing girl. Those hard working, calloused fingers still feel so delicate when they trace my cheek. But, of course, only in my mind - I could never allow myself the sin of being under your hands. Oh, but is it? Is it truly wrong of me to look at your skin and see divine beauty in every curve, to wish to kiss your heart so you may never experience it's cold ache? Somehow no one has convinced me fully yet.
I don't feel I deserve your smile - I'm a bitter person, you know? So why does it make me so happy to hear from you? To wonder how your touch feels? I wonder what you truly think of me. And what you'll think of the true me, ugly, bitter side of the one you still seem to cherish.
Love truly is cruel - how could you, a delicate pearl, look at me like I am more that a piece of lonely rock lying deep in the sea where no one will look at me but the oh so lonely fish that live down there?
Just maybe, If I ignore the wispers of the cold-blooded ones and get closer to the skies, to you - I will shine like you? Oh, how I hope so. To reflect light in the ways you do, to be, to feel worthy of being near you, even if my form in darker than yours. Even if I am not as perfect.
And maybe, the closer I get to you, I'd see your true form half hidden inside the shell, under those see-through covers. A little more there, little less here, some scratches - gods, you're beautiful. You're more beautiful then you realize, probably. Why are you so perfect in your imperfectness? Your form, your character - just you. Oh, how I would wish to have your heart just as you have mine.
You're too sweet, you know that? I love you so much, I think I'm starting to love myself through an extension of you. I see myself in your eyes, and maybe I am not the little nimble pebble I once through I was. And maybe you're not the perfectly round in all aspects, cold white pearl I saw you as. Maybe we've both been lost pearls living without protection scratched by the cruel storms in the sea. And maybe we're both better than we think, and only now are learning to see it in each other's expressions under the warm light of love?
I hope so.
The way this begins versus how it ends is driving me crazy. anyway this is us anon
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P'Aof revealed on twitter that JimmySea improvised the scene where Mork tales Day's watch off and you want to tell me that they really went into the d/s territory themselves????? Oh i am so gone
SLACK JAWED SHAKING OUT OF MY SKIN CRYING SHITTING YELLING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS FOAMING AT THE MOUTH THROWING UP BLOOD WHILE IN A DEAD FAINT IN FRONT OF MY SCREEN NEEDING SMELLING SALTS TO RESTORE CONSCIOUSNESS I NEED EVERYBODY TO PAUSE
HOW DID I MISS P'AOF SAYING THIS HELLOOOOOO????????????? JIMMYSEA TRULY KINGS OF UNDERSTANDING THE ASSIGNMENT OF COMPREHENDING THE NUANCES OF GRASPING THE INTRICACIES OF DELIVERING THE IMPLICATIONS OF MASTERING THE RITUALS AND OF IMPROVISING THE MOST DERANGED SCENES EVER PUT TO FILM IN THE HISTORY OF TELEVISION I LOVE UNHINGED METHOD ACTORS WHO ARE ALL ABOUT THE PROCESS
also im not the most knowledgeable person about d/s dynamics, but if i came out of this episode with one single certainty is that mork is a service top. i think in general it's pretty obvious that mork's love language is acts of service (and his attempt to fix phorjai's laptop when he was hitting on her is a pretty glaring example of this), but i love that this episode points out that there's a big difference between HAVING to service someone and WANTING to service them. it's one of the many reasons day calling himself mork's 'friend' and mork's reaction to it is so important: day is putting them on a more equal ground, which of course makes him more accessible (because boss and employee is very much not the kind of relationship they want to have with each other), but it also tells us that when mork says 'let me help' and 'you need anything else?' it's not out of obligation due to his job. he WANTS to do that, he WANTS to take care of day and do what pleases him, because that's his way of loving and flirting with someone (and on the other hand, day has never wanted to be taken care of because since the accident people believed him incapable of doing it himself, but when it comes to mork, day now welcomes and even desires his care in a very different way)
AND ONCE AGAIN THE FACT THAT THIS ENTIRE SCENE WAS IMPROVISED BY JIMMYSEA AND YET FITS THE EPISODE AND THE CHARACTERS SO WELL???????? OUTSELLED OUTSERVED OUTSLAYED OUTACTED OUTPERFORMED OUTEVERYTHINGED
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