#am i putting too much thought into this unnecessary detail? yes
Text
we're at it again🕺
#jrwi riptide#gillion tidestrider#my art#sketch#back on my bullshit woo yeah woo yeah woo yeah#genuinely a lot happier with this design than the previous ones. the lighter metal looks better on him#and this one doesn't have a lot of detail (or any detail tbh) so it looks more solid and fun i think#and you can see im trying to figure out how gill would carry his sword around#technically he should just carry it in his hands and don't have a scabbard because its a longsword and isn't supposed to be sheathed...#but like... its not practical to always carry it in his hands. especially in a day to day life. because he always has the sword on him-#but he doesn't necessarily always hold it? like. he needs hands for stuff#i think i like the back scabbard better (even if i drew the whole turnaround for the hip one) just because it doesn't mess with his tail#plus that way destiny's blade is higher up and gets to look around at stuff and i think its funny#but then like... the cape is a little awkward if it has to go above the sword...#but its not a big deal. if he has a cape and armor on he probably holds the sword in his hands anyway#am i putting too much thought into this unnecessary detail? yes#am i rambling in the tags again instead of making a separate post? also yes
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
Isn't bite also touch?
Chapter four, check chapter 5!
(Loki x Female demon!reader)
Summary of the chapter: You try to observe how the humans act and then proceed to annoy Loki even more. As always.
Loki was at a loss, now enduring the pain that is dealing with his unforgiving thoughts. Lost inside his own mind he questioned what he could do to get away from the superheros, including the demon that got ahold of him and was settled on clinging on to him for life.
He couldn't yet figure why he was so angry, he didn't know if it was the simple interaction you had with his brother that left him feeling this way. His golden brother was so charismatic he could manage to get anything from him, he always did. It would only be a matter of time for you to switch sides and notice how Loki truly was— meant to be alone.
Seeing the way you behaved with the group made him realize you were difficult in the matter of interacting with them, however, that didn't mean it would be impossible for you to adapt. If Fury gets what he wants you'll be nothing but another pawn for Earth's delight, not that Loki minded (that's what he told himself), but he also knew that it was all just a matter of time. In the back of his mind, he knew the lingering feeling of loss he felt was strongly attached to the thought of you becoming another one of them . Because he despised them, that's surely the only reason.
You wouldn't want to be with him for too long, no one did. The Avengers will make you realize that sooner or later, then you'll see how much of an outcast Loki truly is, how he doesn't fit in with any of them nor ever really did anywhere else.
He told himself he wasn't bothered, he just had to keep his distance.
And then you touched his arm bringing his attention to you, “What are you doing here?” He asked, startled. “You were still in the meeting room a few seconds ago.” He briefly looked at the hallway he recently got out of.
You just smirked at the remark and gave him a look as if he doesn't remember a key detail, leaning your body close to him. He rolled his eyes.
“Why are you following me?”
“You just walked away, I was concerned.” You shrugged.
“Concerned? You?” His eyebrow raised at the imposition.
“Why yes, am I not allowed to be?” You kept your mischievous gaze on him.
“Doesn't seem very honest to me.” He shared the same mischief in the eyes, the one he always has most of the time.
“I wonder why,” You pretend to be curious. “You know I won't leave.”
He stopped the staring and looked around the futuristic-themed main room. Huffing at the sight as if to underestimate the midgardian's choice in… probably everything. Or this demon is really messing with his abilities to keep his patience. His shoulders drop before he speaks up again.
“You won't leave?” He inquired, “You can leave, anytime, you know that. I bet they wouldn't keep you here, they aren't going after you.” He says softly.
“I know. I just don't want to.” You quietly made your way to sit on the puffy seat next to a window. “We could still run away.” You brought up.
“And where would we go? We'd be found in no time. And the cycle would repeat, you heard what they said.”
“I know, but I could try another spell…”
“They seem prepared to deal with your underworld magic, I don't see us getting any success from this.” He wanted you to get over this and stop trying to prove your worth, moreover he soon kept walking to a room that's supposed to be his for now.
“Is this where we're going to stay?” You arrived far too quickly in the room after him.
“You have to stop teleporting when it's unnecessary.” He jumps when hears your voice but recomposes himself quickly, putting his hands on your arm as you're really close to him. You clearly didn't mind personal space.
“I didn't, I walked,” You lift your pinky finger midair. “I promise.” And gave him an innocent smile, this time he didn't sense any lies.
He just closed his eyes and massaged his temple, turning to his room and just now realizing what you said. “No, no. You have your own room.” He crossed his arms. You could notice the muscles defining his body as he completed the movements. You should probably stop looking when that happens, you gulp looking guilty and look elsewhere.
“No one told me anything about me having my own room.” You whined, “If that were true they would warn me.”
“Then you should go,” He turned your body around and softly pressed his palms on your back as if to induce you to walk away, gesturing the way out, “and solve this issue with them.” Referring to the people that would likely be at the main room by now.
You frowned at him, turning yourself back in a quick motion. For a few seconds you thought if you should say anything as your mind went through your options.
“What?” He asked after your uncharacteristic silent response.
“Nothing… doesn't matter.” You muttered as you decided on a quick plan. “I-I'm…going to talk to them.”
'Nothing suspicious about that…' Loki was left to think, he only shook his head one more time and decided to leave it behind.
As you left Loki all alone, he took the time to breathe out in relief, locking the door afterwards. He was aware it was useless when it comes to you, nonetheless, one could never be too cautious, he enjoyed his single privacy for while it lasted.
It didn't take too long, when the moon came along so did you, tiptoeing your way into his room, not-so-elegantly.
“The Avengers said–” You almost stumbled as you stepped in.
“You should knock.” He exclaimed motioning to the door by your side, trying to persist in his harsh posture even after your clumsy display. You just shook your head and made a dismissive movement with your hands.
“The Avengers are convoquing us to…dine. In a friendly manner.” You finished announcing with a smile. “You and me. With them.” You gesticulated your finger back and forth to where he was, and where you were.
The god closed his golden-speckled leather covered book with a hard breath that you couldn't even hide the amusement it gave you. Your lips fought not to curve up more than it would be politely acceptable in response to his frustration.
“You good?” You asked, blinking at him.
“I wanted to stay alone for a second and you're here despite the lack of invitation.” He accuses.
“Well, yes…about that…” You lifted your finger up. “There just happens to…not be any other room left for me, they weren't planning on adding another treasure to their box, you know.” Loki's eyebrows went up with the implication that you could possibly be a treasure, you just kept your glee very well known. He also knew you were lying.
“What does that mean?” He asked, fearing the answer you'd come up with already.
“They said I could stay around! The room's big enough for two.” You sounded very cheerful, he gave you a curious look, but said nothing. You were prying into the room all ready to present your ideas to future changes, and what you're going to add.
“My stuff is not moving anywhere, if you want to move in make sure to stay very far from whatever is mine.” He said sternly and you turned around with the same intensity as his in your eyes, it wasn't often when you looked seriously annoyed. But you rapidly changed your expression, softening your eyes once again.
“Sure, I'll try and remember that.” Loki just knew something about your reaction felt out of place to him, he tried to keep in mind that being from Hell makes you look weird nevertheless, but there was something about it that was still incredibly off-putting even for him. “They will probably hunt us down if we delay any longer. Shall we go?”
You didn't know what to expect out of dining with superheros, honestly the experience made you feel like an outsider. You kept fumbling with the cutlery blissfully unaware of the clear expression of boredom you were wearing. However you held the consciousness of how uncomfortable you made the people around you, their stares would be descriptive as suffocating to human eyes.
But you were used to the uneasiness, you just never had to spend so long bearing it. To you, Loki's stare from the other side of the table was the one that burned the most.
Your plate was filled by the deliciously-scented and recently cooked chicken breast, unconsciously giving you a reminder of the food Loki prepared for you, making the tip of your lips unintentionally curve up without your permission. You wondered if you'd scare them away by saying you prefer it dead , you wondered which sentences would be the limits for their fears.
“You're quite unlucky I'll say.” Clint began, starting serious and then coming closer to mention his next words. “You arrived just the night it's Steve's turn to cook.” He finished with his lips deep in a proud smile.
Thor's hand touched Clint's back as support as he laughed. “Imagine having this bad of a first impression! Oh poor you.” He said with a twinkle in his eyes. “If I had to experience Captain America's food as my first midgardian meal, I'd perish on the spot, death would be a preferable option than coming back!”
“You wouldn't want to defend the humans with this thing!” Hawkeye burst the words out with mirth as his eyes began to tear up. You looked at both of them, feeling very entertained, you always stayed in quite awe watching humans cry out of joy.
“Ok, ok, I see.” Steve took it lightly, coming out of the kitchen and giving a kind smile to the group. “You're already tainting my image in front of this… being.” You could see he was trying to be nice.
“Rogers is one of the only ones here who believes in God.” Bruce explained quietly to you, hesitant.
“Really?” You answered amusedly, looking back at the mighty and heroic American symbol.
“Yeah. He doesn't fully accept the Gods from space here either.” Pointing to both Thor and Loki. “Says there's only one God.”
“That's because they're more aliens than gods.” Again, Steve explained, ready to put some more chicken from the frying pan to Nat's plate. “I didn't think I'd need to explain, to be honest. It's pretty obvious. Just look at them.”
“I'm surprised Loki didn't correct him yet.” You joke around.
Loki who had his posture rigidly strict against the chair as he was giving you a death glare, now rolled his eyes at your statement. “I don't need to correct him, he's Steve Rogers, everything, from his heroism to his morals are imprecise. But midgardians think he's an example for his undying sense of justice and serum applied to his veins that make him look like an angel compared to their frail lives.”
“You're one to talk, calling out others for being morally questionable.” You expressed. Loki opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted.
“I see we're starting dinner well.” Stark bumped in, “I enter the room and I see someone putting the Captain in place.”
“Look, Tony…” Steve begins and doesn't finish, instead just turns around with the pan holding the chicken. It made him look like a babysitter or a housekeeper of this team of adults, you could see he was trying his best to be understanding and take everything as a joke. You put your elbows to the table and cross your fingers to rest your head on top, so you can observe them. "Let's just not. Not now.”
Whilst Tony made his way to sit and prepare his part, everybody began talking about something with one another, changing the topics. Some were forcing themselves to remain casual in their speech and act as if you're not there. Thor tried to make his brother speak more but Loki just seemed lost, and, by all means, a bit tired.
You could sense he himself seemed impressed by his own lack of energy, although he didn't want to show any sign of weakness, you could see it. Your head tilted to the side as you tried to read him with clarity, until the moment Thor tried to bring up their reason to be on Earth.
“If it happened to you, father would have made an excuse to keep you on Asgard.” Loki snarked his words in a fit.
“I have been banished before, as you remember. And you were on Asgard, you had the throne.” Thor accuses and tries to remain cool about such touchy subjects for both of them.
“The throne?” He chuckled humorlessly. “Don't even mention those times.” He looked pained to remember, “You don't know what I had to do. In my turn, he just keeps me here locked up on this planet.”
“At least he still kept your power. His punishment could be way worse.” The other god seemed sensible in his arguments.
“He didn't even want to see me to make his decision!”
“He doesn't need to–” Thor tried to speak.
“Hey–” Natasha cut your gaze, bringing your attention to her while they're both still discussing. “Come with me.”
She brought you to the kitchen that was only occupied by Steve and his venture at cooking. “Thought you needed an out.” She said, giving you a small smile. Steve tried to ignore you two and focused on his task.
You could sense they all tried their best not to be too…offensive, with their words.
You just looked at her, you could see she was tormented by grievous memories, and yet somehow she seemed the lightest in welcoming you, incredibly genuine in trying not to be judgemental, you gave her a quizzing look.
“I was asked,” she said looking at Steve, smiling, and then back at you, “to make some smoothies. Thought you might wanna help, if you want.” She offered. “If Fury wants you here, I want to be sure not to stick to your bad side.” She said but seemed unafraid. Then, wandered off to say again. “And…I know what it's like, I just didn't want anyone to feel left out. This team, as chaotic as it is, is still pretty special to me.” She finished giving you a smile that could surpass a lot of…humane feelings unable to be described.
“Will you help?” She pointed to the berries casually, as if you're already part of her considered family.
You looked at the strawberries sitting on the cupboard, they looked unwashed and recently harvested. “Sure…” You affirmed diffidently. Moving to grab some strawberries with your hands, tainting them with their red juice, the texture being new to you. It's not as if you ever had to deal with such a mundane task.
“Perfect! Clean them and put them in this bowl right here.” She placed the bowl near your arm, so you began your small work with a certain detachment. “The ones that are too weak,— you'll notice when you give them a tiny squeeze or when they don't seem red enough— it means that they're rotted. In that case,” She finishes, “you throw them away.”
You blink at her. And then blink to look at the strawberries on your hands. You begin to do as she says whilst keeping an ear to Thor and Loki's conversation in the area just next the kitchen.
The seconds barely pass when you see a vivid green flash coming from this area, and you hear Thor's grunt and small bluish flash following.
The ones that are too weak, they're rotted. Your muscles shake to squeeze the tiny berry. In that case, you throw them away.
The only place you actually felt moderately calm was when you're not around them, and that finally happened when you settled on Loki's sofa before his arrival. Summoning a dark blanket out of thin air to keep you company for the chilliness of his room.
Loki came in afterwards, not at all surprised to see you're already there. His mood was worse than possible, he actually seemed more agitated after speaking about his father, or maybe it was the fact he had a fight with his brother. Or maybe, all the situations happening today, that in itself is pretty draining.
You noticed he had some bruises and a paleness that you assumed appeared to be a cause of electric shock.
He just tossed his shirt off his body and let it fall somewhere in the room, your eyes round at his offhand act, then you bite your lips shamefully, looking away as he does so. Loki tries to hide his glee, stifling his smile at all costs and looking at you seriously once again. You were beginning to get used to his expression of demand.
“Behave.” He pointed at you.
“You're the God of Mischief, and you want me to behave?” You asked excitedly about the prospect, wishing to misbehave.
“I'll take a shower and I expect you to be on your best behavior around my chambers. That is all.” You reckoned he meant the room with the term 'chambers', you had to be mindful of where he came from.
“A shower?” You lifted an eyebrow, almost making him snort with the unexpectedness of your next words. “May I watch?”
“Tempting, if I didn't know you, I might've even accepted. Your body would probably make up for all your peskiness.” He let his eyes wander to your figure lying on the sofa, trying to snitch further the blanket covering you still looking playful.
You gasped, forging shock and bringing the blankets higher to reach your neck. “You were a gentleman before, at the tunnel…”
“And you can make a bed appear out of nowhere if you want to, no need for deceit.”
“I much prefer to comment on your chivalry.” You sing, “For someone that gave me a blanket when I was cold to suddenly leave me to hurt my delicate muscles on this hard couch.” You dramatically hit the skeleton of the sofa to prove your point, Loki lightheartedly shakes his head at that. “So painful, who would even keep this weapon in the comfort of their place?”
“The sofa's not mine. That's a problem for you to deal with.” He turns his back and goes to shower, ignoring whatever you could say next.
When he goes to bed, you try to rest, and moreover, snicker to yourself at the moment the hard surface makes itself present once more as you lay. You wait a few minutes, closing your eyes and checking on what Loki's doing. And he's reading.
You shift tensely on your tiny space, unquiet. Loki thinks to himself “how long does it take for you to drop the act?” and keeps absorbing whatever the pages of his book has to give to him, blocking your huffs and —quite prominent —fake grunts of pain.
He notices you peek out of the blanket to look at him, then just slips the blanket further on the couch, and moves on your tiptoes to come closer to the bed.
You approach with a suave stance and saccharine charming smile, your hands putting down his book to make him pay attention to you. “Let me sleep here.” Your tone is all soft-spoken and gentle as you give him your best puppy dog eyes.
He lets the book fall and hitches his breath unwillingly as he looks at you. You see his pupils dilating as he struggles to keep from shivering, your heartbeats beating loudly in comparison to the silence from his answer.
He felt so alive to you at the moment, your hands twitch to touch his chest and feel his rapid breathing beneath your fingertips, you hope your admiration isn't so perceptive. You wondered what you've done to make him so responsive.
This feeling dries your mouth so you lick your lips and bring your right hand up to cup his chin carefully. You could see he was in a fight with himself behind his eyes.
“Are you really a Succubus?” He quivers under your gaze and heaves to keep his hands stuck in place. You straddle his lap on the spur of the moment and he gapes in response, a grin plastered on your face so nefariously you wouldn't think twice before assuming that his words were factual.
“You feel so alive. I've barely even moved.” Your voice was raspy and your smile thrilling regarding the circumstances. The closer you got the more you could feel his blood beating fast-paced under his skin.
He grits his teeth at your statement, not sharing the same amusement as you, and uses his strength to push you off him. Thinking he caught you off guard but you keep your cheerful mood, his attempt at making whatever it is stop only making it all more interesting to you.
“You won't fool me, devil.” He spat with a fury he carried only towards you.
You trembled in your position due to his comment, his usually-luring voice was low and soaked with denial in the tone of each word, you were still graciously smiling up at him in delight, “Who knew the only thing I had to do is take the first step to share your bed?” You swiftly move to approach his thighs, easily now that he moved position, kneeling to him. “Is that all it takes? Have you desired me since the cabin?” Your eyes darken as you say.
He licks his lips, feeling the lust clouding his mind. “I… I could always make use of your warm body, seeing as your passion won't allow you to leave.” He smiles menancily, allowing his desire to take place. “Demoness, I was starting to think your beauty was a scam and all too useless. Seeing as you wouldn't put it to good use.” He leaned his body against the headboard as he looked down at you, breathing out air thinly through his gritted teeth. The sight of people kneeling for him would forever be his weakness. The power dynamic in the vulnerable performance makes him weak on his knees.
You make your way between his thighs and grip them firmly with your delicate hands, never taking your eyes off him on your allure, seduction certainly wasn't unfamiliar to you.
“Will you let me rest in your bed, with you? If I do you a favor?” You give him another sinful look and voice edges on pleading. “You know, I would be restless in the morning if I were to be kept awake, the pain down my spine as a result of that torturous couch, we wouldn't want that…” Your hot breath neared his clothed hardening erection, you let yourself enjoy the pleasure of having your face in such an intimate part of him. Nuzzling your face gently against his crotch, his rushing blood was deafening to your senses and you were drowning on it.
He grips your hair forcefully pulling you away and bringing your face up to his in one sturdy, although clumsy, move.
“Do I make you nervous, Loki?” You fluttered your eyelashes as you asked, now face-to-face.
You are smiling like the devil you are while he increases his rough hold on your hair strands, making a ruffling mess under his fingertips, giving you a threatening glare with such a dark gaze that your shivering makes you seem human.
“Cease the act.” His voice is demanding and powerful with his rich accent.
His jaw is clenched and his breathing unsteady as he locks eyes with you, you were persistent on your teasing and bucked forward his chest to get your body closer to him. Ignoring what he asked of you.
Proceeding to lick his lips as he continued to express his moodiness, catching him off guard, his eyes closing as the cold of your tongue made contact with his face.
His shock is clear and he gapes at you, for a moment you can see the blatant touch-starving man presenting all the vulnerability of finally having someone wishing to touch him. Of having someone touching him.
At first you think he's going to indulge in your touches and continue, but his sudden rage comes like lightning and now he has the full intention of hurting you.
His grip doesn't relent as he shoves you off him like falling off the spell of a wicked siren luring a jolly sailor to the sea.
His force actually takes you by surprise, he manages to grip your wrists with such strength it would undoubtedly leave marks even on someone like you, you could feel the skin scratching but he has no clue during his wrath. You struggled against his furious dragging, feeling like a monster getting repelled and caught in your deceitfulness.
He madly drags your body out of his room and pushes you on the floor of the main area. You fell with a hiss, looking up at him and deranged by the audacity, you felt the stinging pain on your scalp and the burn on your wrists.
“This is where you deserve to sleep.” He said as coldly as one could muster. You tried one last time to reason, even knowing you could reach his chambers in no time no matter how much he tries to keep you away.
“Loki…you can't possibly leave me here.” You smiled forcefully through your rage. “You should know I'm going to enter no matter what you say.” It's as if another mask is falling off as you speak.
“Oh no, little demoness.” He smiles, giving you the same amount of mock-up kindness. Kneeling to reach your height where you now sat. “Try that again and see where that'll lead you. You don't want to mess with me, trust me. I'm not in a good mood.” He warns.
“When are you ever in a good mood?” The cold contact with the floor was making itself very present by now. You were beginning to get impatient. “Let's stop this game, and I'll let you rest.”
“You never cease your games. You are a creature born in addiction.” He cups your face with both his hands and grins cruelly at you. “And I won't be tricked by the devil.” Pressing his nails further in your flesh as he's done and tosses your face aside, leaving you fuming by his disrespect.
#loki friggason#loki fluff#loki#loki x reader#loki x you#marvel mcu#mcu loki#loki and reader#loki laufeyson#loki laufesyon x reader#loki odinson#loki fanfic#loki fandom#soft loki#soft!dark loki#dark!reader#loki angst#demon!reader
77 notes
·
View notes
Text
you know what?! NO! I WON'T just stop there!
This has really frustrated me as a creator who puts pride and effort into the characters I create. I'm giving myself until the end of this 30 min playlist to put my thoughts together so forgive the mess it will inevitably cause.
I have seen the take many a times about Dangan games and it's characters that fans and enjoyers are upset their special guy didn't get the screentime they deserved due to whatever reason; It's understandable really. You see a character that has such potential in your eyes its a shame its all wasted away. But I have seen the idea thrown around that the lack of care for a majority of characters' deaths and roles in the story is based on the sheer number of bodies and stories to tell. With so many characters there would never be enough room to allow all of them to flourish before they die! That's just the curse of these types of stories.
I am here to tell you that is BULLSHIT! It's bullshit and I refuse to believe it!
I, for the longest time, have hated the writing of the dangan games. It has always seemed sloppy, rushed, and far too drawn out for its own good. And no, that's not because the trials can be a little funky and rough around the edges when it comes to details. Though, that does coorelate to the negativity I have towards them as a whole. No.
I full-heartedly believe what is to blame is the free-time events. In Dangan 1, it was a fun gimick. Theres a large cast of characters, it only makes sense that a select few would stick out to the player as an interesting one, with a desire to learn more about them.
Shoddy writing of THH aside, I do feel it was a bit of a bandaid on the issue of a too-large cast. If there were optional ways to spend more time with certain characters, they didn't need to spend all that valuable plot time giving them exposition and relevance! The players can find the relevance on their own!
Except... Instead of using the plot time they saved for making a better, more cohesive story, all they did was fill it with dead air, bloated trials and a clear favoritism for the few remaining survivors. (IE in THH Byakuya, Kyoko, Makoto (obv hes the mc I can't complain there.)) Instead of focusing on the group as a whole, its dynamics amongst the survivors at the time, the plot instead magnets to favorites in an attempt to make you like them more.
I know its been mentioned a million times, but the game makes it incredibly hard at times to imagine these characters as once being friends.
(I will say from what I have seen of the next two games they do remedy this at least a little bit, with the group dynamic at least being tolerable to borderline good in v3 (yes before you come for me goodbye despair was good too.))(it also does seem, imo, to be a problem specifically with THH, as the next two DO do a better job at characterization, aside from the rogue one or two "mystery" characters that are put WAY too much emphasis on. (cough cough Kokichi, Rantaro, Kyoko, Byakuya to an extent) Most of whom I don't really care for due to that specific emphasis put on them. Not that their characters are bad, the games just reaaaallly want the player to care about these guys. Which makes me not want to.
Back to individuality.
The argument of a too-large cast as the reasoning for characters being left behind in terms of narrative importance, i feel, would be easily remedied by removing free time events entirely. No more backstory exposition dumps and underwear gifts for friendship points. No more mono-mono machine. If the writers were instead FORCED to give each character their time in the limelight, if they were forced to actually give a shit about each individual personification as much as those freetime events lead you to believe, then the plot would grow to accommodate.
Half the shit in the trails is unnecessary. Half the shit in the plot is unnecessary. Half of it is pandering, or shipping bait or funny haha jokes! We're so quirky!
The plot needs to care about your characters as much as the writers do. Which should be as much as your audience does. And if it doesn't. if the plot only cares about giving the audience a reaction, or if it only cares about its surface level motivations and schemes, then all you're going to get is surface level, unmotivated, wasted potential characters.
Now. I've ragged on about dangan for a bit. Does that mean I hate the games, the stories and the characters? Hell no. Of course not. If I did, I wouldn't be here. I wouldn't spend my time making fanart and writing fanfiction. I like the games. They're interesting, funny at times. The writing has its moments of sincerity. It's made me cry once or twice. I LOVE the ending to goodbye despair. I think its the best in the series by far.
I guess what I mean to say in the ending of all this, the TLDR if you will, is that the dangan games COULD have made the characters work. It could have made you believe each one was special and important to the story. If it cared enough to. It's no excuse, though.
(Also yes this is about Taka and how he was robbed. You could say the same about a fair few characters. I just spend hours a day thinking about his character anways so this is it's natural conclusion.
#danganronpa#danganronpa trigger happy havoc#kiyotaka ishimaru#danganronpa goodbye despair#danganronpa v3#ndrv3#drthh#dr1#dr2 goodbye despair#longsheeprants#mini rant#before anyone comes for my throat this is all my OPINION!!!#You are allowed to like the stories of the dangan games#that is a good and ok thing to think. You are not bad at literacy analysis if you like the stories and the plots.#also you can enjoy things and still criticize them. In fact that is a good and cool thing to do. Critically analyze the media you enjoy#its fun
17 notes
·
View notes
Note
hi hello
I'm here to write about my experience while reading the latest writing of wanderer. (it shall contain what I'm doing as I'm reading and my reactions - so if you don't wanna read it - that is a-okay!)
I'M STANDING IN -3°C OR EVEN LESS ON A TRAIN STATION FREEZING. I'm reading this by taking a glove off of my hand to scroll and then switching it to the other (taking the other glove off putting this one on) - pain fr, and then smiling to myself like a love struck idiot at 6 FUCKING AM. ON A FOGGY CROWD FILLED TRAIN STATION.
you did say in the a/n that the first part was "unnecessary" but I enjoyed the potrayal of friendship - it fleshed out the mc fr. also didn't except Heizou to be so touchy bUT THEN I gave it a second more of thought (lol) and I can see it. wanderer wearing all black is fucking canon in my eyes in modern!teyvat/world/somewhere.
the flashback was written really cutely, managing to catch the good vibes and capture, in a quite the short amount of text, the history the two have. (except like why does he think he hurt them-myb he thinks it is cos they left? idk listen I'm still sleepy if I missed something dO NOT HATE ME I WILL REREAD LATER TODAY)
next, I manage to find a spot in the train to sit, now nice and warm, chuckling at the boys & mc interaction in the hotel room
takiNG PAUSES - TURNING MY PHONE OFF AND LOOKING OUT INTO THE DARKNESS OF THE MORNING WHEN THEY KISS???? WHEN HE SAYS ANYTHING? I'm out here yet again smiling to myself and looking out of the window before continuing my reading
little love confessions cute! cute! cute!
thE FUCKING CUDDLES THE CUDDLES THE. CUDDLES. as a deeply touched deprived person with main love language being physical affection (with only selected few I care for, otherwise I hate any physical contact) my reaction is - YES. tysm. bless, thank you for your service.
it warmed my heart, perfect perfect perfect. ALSO THE LINE - I JUST RECALLED, THE LINE "You think I'd settle for less than you" - screenshoted, screamed internally, felt special, felt pain no one in this bitch ass world has me yet like that - no one ever will prob let US BE REAL (I'm mentaly dating all of them fictional mfs) , looked out of the window, paused, thought about stuff, leaned my head back to reimagine the scene as I try to also nap and fAIL cos I'm too hyped to read it - like man! 5k words - a LOT (it indeed was not a lot, I forgot how fast I read even when I reread lines and pause, and that I finish a thick ass book in 2 hours.)
it was slow burn without the slow but you worded it so nicely, paced it out, captured the essence of the thought proccess of a "crush" and stuff. also heizou being mentioned so much DOES make sense in the way - that ofc you'd think to tell your bsf this shit and chat with him DUH.
the detail of Aether texting his sister warmed my heart.
roll back a bit earlier - did I mention my train arrived late to my station - and in the freezing dark cold morning I smile and was like "ehe" cos I get to read this in PEACE for 15 mins longer - cos of the late train.
roll back to the present. after the kiss someone sits next to me so I'm putting my phone away, like I'm reading straight up smut of some shit, yet again rethinking everything you wrote.
then I see "a/n" - cut to me screaming, yelling, crying internally for more - feeling like it just began - I need the two days, I need more of the kissing, I need how they solve the end of vacay, and how they work all of it out - ALSO WHERE IS XIAO AMONGST MY ANEMO BOYS
on the topic of xiao I do understand it would be difficult for me as well to put the two boys I love the most in the same fic and just not have anything with one of them. furthermore, I understand one of your notes on a Xiao writing you did as a Xiao main. Listen me too, I could not write about my beloved. it would be a struggle just like it is for you but I KNOW WHY LET ME TELL YOU WHY - to quote Jane Austen "If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more" I rest my fucking case.
I CAN FURTHER SUPPORT MY CLAIM WITH THIS - I'm talking to my friend the other day about genshin and he's like tell me about you favorite character, I say a bit while also trying to keep it spoiler free but I struggle so much, because my mind just fills with everything about him, every single thing Xiao has been through and dear gods how do I say it all, how to get across everything he is, has been through. yeah. the quote is true.
I beg on my knees for somehow another part of this wanderer writing I'm just gnawing at a train plush soft cushion (not literally).
every timE I READ ONE OF YOUR THINGS ABOUT THE SHORT SNARKY BOY I'M ALWAYS SMILING TO MYSELF ALWAYS PAUSING LOOKING AWAY, WHAT DO YOU PUT IN THIS WHAT IS THIS SORCERY?
I am very aware of how long this is, hope it wasn't boring - but HEY it is an ask, so technically you can ignore me
I probably didn't manage to caputre all my thoughts while reading it cos I'm just still very tired - hope you have a great day
ps. I could very well write an ask about how I started enjoying (read: liking) Wanderer + how the pulls went (it would be more put together than this ask honestly lmk)
pps much love, keep writing stuff x
hi hello! of course id love to read. i love the trend of sending long asks like this!! the only time i dont like long asks is when readers are requesting something---i dont like that at all :/ but youre not doing that!!! youre talking about your experience in reading my works and it really really warms my heart reading through it
OH NO T__T i cant even imagine. my countrys temperature never falls below 25-30°C so i cant even imagine surviving outside when the numbers are NEGATIVE T__T
the first part was absolutely unnecessary HAHA but thank you for justifying it. My hopeless crush wormed in and i wrote too much to just delete it sigh…
now for your question--scara moved out and essentially left the reader. it was more of a reference to scaramouche's canon backstory. he felt hurt that ei left him! and now, he's leaving the person he cares about. of course, in my head, he would assume that you'd feel what he felt. its why i put scaras mommy issues in the tags hahaha
im glad you like their interaction!! i loved writing their banter so much. i love writing scara talking to anyone in general because the way he talks is the way i think irl LOL
im so glad you also like the "you think i'd settle for less than you" line!!! ill tell u a secret. a few minutes before posting the fic it wasn't even there, but after reading through it i thought it would fit perfectly with the way i wrote scaramouche's character :D
and im so glad u pointed out the pacing!!! in all honesty i am far from confident with my pacing. i never know if im doing it right so thank u so much for saying that!!!!!!!! T__T <3 i dont know if i should clap for the late train for letting you read in peace? ??
LMFAOOO IM SO SORRY. this is exactly why i avoid reading fanfiction out in public even if i dont read smut. these strangers cannot know that i read about scaramouche kissing me.
and also fun fact!!!!! in the previous author note, it was not written that way. let me show you proof!! i cant find it rn but ill go into the version history version of my docs :D
AHHH that quote is so real im stealing that sorry. Everytime someone brings up why i dont write xiao enough ill pull that up !!!!! i know exactly what u mean :/
and about a part two… some people are already asking for it but i just don't do part twos T__T unless its stated in the fic that there's another part coming--it means that that's it…… your imagination will probably do better than whatever i can cook anyway !!!
#i rlly rlly do appreciate long asks when u guys talk abt ur thoughts ab my stuff :(#thank u again#606:inbox#606: iamjustaslytherinrose#long post
13 notes
·
View notes
Text
Disney tries to make a sequel, everyone hates it already.
Dreamworks plans a sequel, Shrek 5, Kung Fu Panda 4, and wanting a Puss in Boots 3 and Bad Guys 2, everyone is hyped and dying of waiting!!!
And I fully understand why.
Sequals (Essay because there's a lot of sequels to talk about)
Disney was never the type to serialize their films. Heck, most of their films are stand-alone films because of the fairytales they're based on. You can't exactly make a series out of Cinderella, Snow-white, Beauty and the Beast, etc, without changing a few things from the original. Disney tried and let me just say that Cinderella 3 was most likely their only good sequel. And that's because they retold the story of Cinderella. Even redeeming one of the step sisters. As for the other sequels that Disney has planned or made, 50/50 for me. I'm not looking forward to Frozen 3. Frozen 2 was good until the third act. Elsa just pushed Anna away again, and instead of it being this bad thing, Elsa is rewarded for it. She gets to see her mother and gains an improved version of herself. While Anna struggles by herself. Yes, Elsa did "die," which could've worked as character development if Elsa realized that pushing Anna away was the cause of that death. But no, Anna unites the spirits again, and Elsa comes back to save the kingdom and all it good. There isn't really a punishment for Elsa pushing her loved ones away. Anna was the one with the best development because she had to grieve and push forward without Elsa. And she grew into a better version of herself that way, earning her crown as queen. I can see why people liked the ending, but to me, Elsa really should've reflected on what she did to Anna and Olaf at the end. It's just a little detail that made the film fall flat for me. Toy Story 5.......... what? The first three are masterpieces, really, they are. The 4th was definitely unnecessary, but I liked it as its own stand-alone film. Like a bonus film, a reboot to a possible new chapter for the franchise. But the way they ended it, they separated Woody and Buzz. Bonnie just straight up left Woody behind. I get it. There were hints that Jessie was gonna be her new favorite toy, but Woody should have some value. Yes, I know the film was about Woody accepting that he is no longer in the spot light and must pass down that title to someone else and his new chapter in life doesn't include his old friends. I get it. That happens in real life, too. But a 5th film? How are they exactly gonna do it with the way the 4th film ended. It doesn't seem very possible. Plus, it's not like the 4th film lived up to the first three, I still think they made Buzz a little out of character. And the old toys were underused. Like they could've evened out the roles a little more instead of letting Buzz take the spotlight. The same with Wreck it Ralph. I'm not going into detail about this. The sequel was pretty bad. I get it. Ralph is insecure and doesn't want to lose his only friend. But to put her in a life-threatening situation to get her to stay with you? I'm pretty sure you could've just said you were feeling lonely without her. That was too big of a drastic measure. I know that wasn't his intent, but the writers might want to have rethought about that. Ralph was just a bit too much of a jerk, and the product placement was kinda too much. Cars 2.......... it's a guilty pleasure of mine for a reason. 🤣 Incredibles 2, I thought it was good, but I can see why people have issues with it. The villain didn't make that much sense. The only sequel I am looking forward to is Zootopia 2, and that's because that story has a lot to offer. I'll explain later.
Dreamworks sequals, oh boy, where do I begin!!! Dreamworks serialized their films at the very beginning. Did you know there were at least six El Dorado films planned? If the first film didn't flop, we could've had a whole franchise of the treasure hunting trio. Or the fact that before Shrek was released, they were already working on a Shrek 2. Dreamworks make their films with a franchise in mind. They planned ahead. And each squeal they made only added more and more to their characters.
Shrek 2, Shrek has marriage problems because his in-laws are baiscally racist towards orgers. Shrek 4, he learns to love his life again. I will not mention Shrek the 3rd because that movie should disintegrate and never come back to reality. 😅 And I'm hyped for Shrek 5 because there is still more to write about. The film takes place in a fairytale land. There's hundreds of fairy tales out there that Shrek can make fun of. Hence, more films. The concept itself opens up new stories.
HTTYD. I haven't seen this one, but I know enough. I love the idea of Hiccup growing up and learning something new every film. Finding his mother, dealing with the loss of his father, dealing with being separated from his best friend at the end. Each film gave a new element to his story. A new gain and a new loss. I can't see the film going beyond three films, though. Unless it's gonna be about Hiccups kids, they kinda closed the book, and the concept isn't very open to anything. Unless a new threat comes and Hiccup has to learn to be the new village leader. Which he kinda already did. So I'm glad there isn't a HTTYD 4 planned.
Kung Fu Panda. This franchise has 6 films planned since the very beginning. SIX! And they always add a new element to Po's story. Earning the Dragon Warrior name, finding inner peace and dealing with his PTSD, becoming a teacher and chi master. And there's still more to Chinese culture that can be added to this franchise. The concept opens up the franchise to new ideas. The number of characters they have adds to the story. We got Shifus back story, we got Po's back story, we got Oogways back story, and the fandom is now expecting Tigress's back story soon. The concept and the characters are the reason why this franchise is loved and why we're dying for the 4th film!!!!
Madagascar. Fun fact, Madagascar 3 was, in fact, not the final film. 😅 Yeah, shocking. After the Penguins of Madagascar in 2014, Madagascar 4 was supposed to be released in 2018. So they did plan more films but got delayed with Kung Fu Panda 4 and Puss in Boots 2 because of the reconstruction of the studio. How many more films? I think the 4th one was supposed to create a reboot situation. I have no idea how the story is supposed to continue. I really don't, but at the same time, I do. The first three films had one story. The three wanted to go home to the zoo. Each film took place in a different setting, with each character learning something new about themselves. In the first film, they learned how to be in the wild, just like animals in Madagascar. Second film, they reconnect with their African roots. 3rd film, they realize what they really want is to see the world, so they move in with the circus. In Europe. That's why the sequels worked. Different settings = different discoveries = new story. Yes, their story about getting to the zoo is over, but we can't forget about the situation their in now. They're traveling the world now. The point of Stefanos and Gias character in the 3rd film was that the two were tired of staying in one place. They did the same acts to the point where they lost passion and meaning. They wanted something new and to improve the circus. And now that they have that, new stories can be told. In other words, the new concept opens up a door to a new story. They can travel the world and discover new things and new characters. New culture and even back stories to new characters. As far as I remember, Vitaly has a father like relationship with Gia and Stefano. Why? What's their past? Or we can get new pasts from new characters to come from different parts of the world. The concept of a circus traveling the world is what opens up the door to new stories.
Trolls, I know people don't like this film, and I agree it's for a much younger audience. Like 8 and under. But I can still appreciate the franchise for it's story telling. Poppy has to learn to be queen before becoming queen at the end of the film. She had to learn where happiness comes from and how having others you love in your life can improve on that happiness. Trolls 2, she had to learn about being a good queen. And I do love the metaphors they used in the 2nd film. Using different kinds of music a metaphor of tribes at war with each other. Poppy learned that it was her kingdom that caused the war in the first place. She had to learn that she can't push her own culture onto the other tribes because you can't just think your culture is superior. Like she wanted to make the country trolls happy with her own music simply because she believed the country trolls music was the wrong way. Which makes me love her interactions with Coopers family so much. Learning that her kingdom tried to erase the other tribes culture by replacing it with theirs. That her tribes scrapbooks are just cutouts and glue ons by the winners to rewrite history so they feel comfortable with it. And I love that the king and queen of funk explain it to her. That differences do matter, and no, we are not all the same deep inside. Our culture, our lives, and our experiences are different, and they make us who we are. Harmonizing with different cultures is what makes a good queen. And that's why the sequels work. Why I'm excited for my little sisters to see the franchise. There's so much you can do with a story about a queen trying to do good for her kingdom. And YES, I know Frozen is the same. Like I said, I did enjoy Frozen 2. It's just that the third act fell hard on its face. Like, why is ice the 5th element and not love? There are little details that really made it flop. I can understand Trolls being kiddy and cute because they are made for children and babies. I would much rather have my sisters watch Trolls than Coco Melon any time. I appreciate Frozen for what it is as well. Loved the films, wish it reached its potential and that's why I'm not looking forward to Frozen 3.
Are there any DreamWork films that would work as a franchise? Yes, Megamind can learn how to handle being the towns new hero. Bad Guys, this screams franchise!!! It's like Suicide Squad. Former criminals help to save the world!!! Puss in Boots. Puss, Kitty, and Perrito are three out laws going on adventures. How many new adventures can you write for them to go on? HUNDREDS!!! And this is why I'm excited for Zootopia 2!!! That story DOES have something to look forward to. The concept is great. A cop and a former criminal fighting crime together? HELL YEAH!!! That's why Toy Story worked, too!!! The life of a toy is creative. They watched their owner grow, and each stage of their owners life affected them. When a kid moves houses, they can lose toys on the way. What if a toy gets broken? What if the kid is no longer a kid? What do toys feel about being lost or replaced. The concept is incredible and leaves tons of opportunities to continue the story or create new ones. So I'm a 50/50 on Toy Story 5.
Conclusion
Disney doesn't plan ahead when they make a film. They clearly start to make it up as they go with no plan. DreamWorks does plan ahead. A lot of Disney's concepts don't work for sequals. I can not see a squeal to any of the Disney princesses. Bell? Ariel? Cinderella? Not really much to their story except they lived happily ever after. It's a closed book for good unless they take a Cinderella 3 route and rewrite their stories. Dreamworks do have concepts in their stories that open opportunities. And the #1 reason why we don't get excited about Disney squeals. Reputation. Disney has a horrible reputation when it comes to sequals. Dreamworks have a perfect record. As long as we burn Shrek the 3rd from our minds. Not talking down on Disney. I know they have the ability to create great classic stories. But only stand-alone stories. While DreamWorks has a gift in making franchises and taking risks in their stories.
Ps. SHREK 5 IS OFFICIALLY ANNOUNCED!!!!!
#Disney#dreamworks#sequels#movies#shrek 5#can't wait to see Shrek#but what I'm really excited for#is seeimg my favorite Spainard and his Mexican wife and Mexican bestie
29 notes
·
View notes
Text
The prompt is (thank you @asdeadasasquirrel): A conversation or a scene where Padme thinks she understands Palpatine better afterward but we know differently
Writing a character I've never written before + balancing the inner world of two characters who both have a very different perspective of the situation + incorporating dramatic irony (the reader knows something which the main character doesn't)?
The last time Padmé had been in Palpatine's apartment, it was as a refuge; when she was queen and her mentor a senator. Now, she was the senator, visiting the chancellor of the Galactic Republic.
“How have you been settling in?” Palpatine asked, reclining in his seat, two freshly brewed cups of caf on the side table between them.
“I’m almost done unpacking,” Padmé answered. “I’m waiting for a few more belongings to be shipped over, but I’ve already made myself at home.”
“That’s good to hear. I can tell you from experience that the transition from Naboo to Coruscant can be rather… jarring.”
“I do think I will miss the lakes.”
“What helped me back then, was frequenting some of the parks around here. Of course, it doesn’t compare to the sprawling nature you and I are used to, but it might help ease you into the city.”
“Thank you for the advice. I do think I’ll be taking you up on it.” She picked up her cup.
“Good.” Palpatine took a sip of his own caf. “How are you feeling now that you’ve officially taken on your new position as senator?”
“I'm excited to get to work. Though, I must admit that I'm a little nervous.”
“Understandable, yet unnecessary. There is not one person I would rather have representing our dear homeworld than you. I’m delighted to be working by your side.”
Padmé tried not to blush at the compliment. “I can only hope that I will serve our people as well as you did.”
“You have nothing to worry about. Someone as brave as you to run straight into a battle has enough strength to face a room filled with diplomats.”
“But what if they think I’m too young? I might be inexperienced compared to them.” It was a concern she hadn’t voiced to anyone else. But Palpatine had mentored her for so long. If anyone could advise her, it was him.
He didn’t speak at first and Padmé wondered if he was about to deliver an uncomfortable truth, a confirmation that she wasn’t ready after all. He’d be gentle about it, of course, but it would hurt nonetheless.
“Did I ever tell you about how I ended up in politics?”
Padmé thought about it. It was public knowledge that Palpatine was an orphan from a royal bloodline who had become a rising star in legislation following his family’s demise. It was an inspiring story, but one she didn’t know many details of. “I don’t think so, no.”
He took another sip and set his cup down. “I was seventeen years old when my whole life got turned on its head. At the time, I was at a youth legislative camp. I’m sure you’re familiar with those.”
“I am, yes.”
“My family went on a trip, but during their travel, disaster struck. Pirates. Not a single one of them was spared. When I heard the news, I was devastated.”
“I can’t imagine what that must have been like.”
“Suddenly, I was thrust into a different life." He looked off into the distance, a pained expression on his face. "I was lost and had to rebuild myself from the broken pieces that were left behind. I carried so much anger. Eventually, I learned to pour that rage into something more... productive.”
“Politics?”
He looked back at her, the same determined expression in his eyes that she'd seen many times before. “Precisely. I was still in the legislative program and I noticed that the only thing that made me feel better was to make a difference; to improve society from its very core and give everyone the life they deserve. And it’s that drive that has gotten me to where I am now."
Padmé nodded. She knew that feeling all too well; it's what made her get up every morning.
Palpatine leaned forward and put his hand on her arm. "Your age doesn't matter. What matters, is your passion for what we do here. You have a burning desire to make the galaxy a better place. I have seen it since you were very young, and it’s why I’ve always believed in you. And it’s what will make you among the best politicians the Senate has ever seen.”
Padmé smiled, comforted by his words and the warm encouragement in his eyes. “Thank you. It means a lot to me.”
He sat back. "I am here for you if you ever need anything. Senator Amidala."
The last bit of doubt faded from her mind. She was ready to serve in the Senate. "I'm looking forward to working together."
Palpatine smiled. "So am I."
#palpatine#padme amidala#darth sidious#chancellor palpatine#star wars prequels#sheev palpatine#star wars#senator amidala#fanfic
13 notes
·
View notes
Text
i am all about those unnecessary details that are added for just a touch of flavor. like yeah i know 7 doesn't have the same nationalities as the real world. but there's certainly some inspiration there some where. so i too have some silly ideas i like to apply, but mostly have kept to myself.
anyway, i tend to associate reno with being irish and french. he has that classic iconic irish coloring with red hair, pale skin, and green eyes. along with that fighty attitude. all he misses is lack of freckling (which i hc that he does have, but it not a lot). and because the french are bastards. (this is an inside joke, i do not hate the french. its because i chose to stick with the sinclair surname.)
both sides of his family originate outside of midgar. he'd be a part of a generation on either side that was born and raised in midgar.
he really doesn't care much about his heritage, so it's not something he himself would really look into. i also think that a lot of people in midgar are like that. it feels to me like midgar goes out of its way to erase the past of what used to be there. and that storta leads into this other idea i have but really don't employ too often.
i firmly believe there's different accents across the different sectors, just as there's different accents across the planet. its too big to not. similar to how there's all sorts of different accents cross our own world. midgar is vaguely based off of new york, so it's not all that unoriginal to think about accents. it could very from sector to sector.
now for actual headcaonon stuff---
does reno have an accent? yes! but he's learned to drop it at will to have this more blandish accentless sound. it only comes out when he's not working at hiding it. so, when he's really pissed off, or really drunk, or just outright vulnerable, or arguing with his mother, it'll slip out.
but here's where i get a little off the rails with the details, as i mostly apply real world nationalities and not the fantasy part. i don't just leave it at having an accent. i made reno whole ass bilingual. since i linked him to being irish, i chose his secondary language to be gaelic. it ought to be irish gaelic specifically but i think google translate uses scottish gaelic, i'm honestly not sure. i do not speak the language, but i do a lot of reseaech on it, as i find the language interesting and fun. along with wanting to learn more about my minimal irish heritage.
this is purely for my own entertainment, and like, one person that had the same idea and have our characters talk to each other in gaelic. i don't mention it at all otherwise.
it could really be any language tbh, it could even be latin. but either way, i imagine it--- whatever language that could have been--- kind of being a dying language that gets lost as the city grows. maybe some upper city kids learn it as an extra curriculum credits for school, or for college, or older people that recall times before midgar when it was more common. or they remember their own parents speaking to them in "the old language".
if i were to actually add this headcanon for real, i'd put more thought into it in the context of the world of 7. i haven't really sat down and mapped it out. though i do know that his mother's side are all rich business people. they're like, part of the 1% that isn't shinra. while his father's side are sailors or seamen.
now, for my finial thoughts on it... reno would know a second language, but not because he feels connected to it or his heritage. he wanted to learn it as a kid so he and his mom had their own little secret way to communicate that most didn't know or understand. it holds a special place in his heart. he thinks of midgar, and the slums, as his home and hasn't completely forgotten it. no matter how much he's changed through growing up.
#; ( ooc )#; ( headcanon )#i see some people posting about it and figured i'd add my bland ass version#this also got way longer than intended lmao
4 notes
·
View notes
Note
OMG CHAPTER 4!!!!! I am screaming crying throwing up. And it was all because of good stuff until the end >.> Trust (hehehe see what I did there? I'm sorry) me, we'll get to that.
Their letters to each other were so freaking adorable. I love them, your Honor. But I will admit, I positively swooned when Bucky signed off with "your satellite". RIP me. And him calling her the sun and the center of his universe just AAAAAA I love outer space and stars and constellations and what have you, so I ✨ felt ✨ that one.
You need to tell me if he planned that date and kept all the details to himself or if he had it peer-reviewed. Did he go to the British officers to ask for tips? Did he tell Vi and Ruth what he planned to see if they thought reader would like it? Did he sit Buck (poor lad) down and give him an hour-by-hour bullet point presentation of the day he planned to see if his friend had any suggestions? Or did he keep the whole thing to himself, wanting it to be something just for the two of them?
And it's been weeks since they've seen each other 😭 But when they do again they are so in sync that it's like no time has passed at all 🥹
Thank you for the boat scene. I could picture the whole thing with Blond!Callum so fresh in my mind from The Boys In The Boat. And when I tell you I laughed, hard, when those condoms went flying from reader's purse. RIP her, poor girlie. If it had happened to me, I would have died on the spot. 100%.
I have nothing to say of their afternoon/night together other than it was absolutely perfect. No notes. 10/10. Make them do it again. And then they both said the L word, and she called him by his given name and I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR!!!!
But then >.>
Like, I knew the phone call would be heartbreaking because we all love Buck (exasperated version or not), but this man dared to be so rude to reader. And not only that! Now that she's in planning, I really felt like at some level he was holding her responsible for what happened. And even if he'll come to his senses and see that reader is not to blame for Buck's misfortune, I will meet Bucky in the Walmart parking lot and I will fight him for making reader sad (and desolate once news of his plane crashing in nazi Germany reach her).
Seriously don't even know what to wait for for part 5. Can't wait 😍
Beatriz!!!! This ask is positively breathtaking 🥰. I adore you and am happy to answer all your questions below the cut!
Ok firstly - our man is not much of a writer but he goes for big impact! And with the use of stars and constellations in aviation I feel like this reference really would come from him?! Ugh so sweet ❤️
The date! He definitely got his hands on a leave guide, they produced them for soldiers planning to visit London, and also did a lot of *listening* to the stories of other people who had just come back from time there. He had planned on taking you out for drinks and dinner and to a show too but well, the universe had other intentions 🤭
In terms of peer review, it was definitely something he kept close to the vest, just for the two of you, though he certainly asked some leading questions of Vi, Ruth, and Mary. I feel like rowboats came from your love of Jane Austen books or something similar 😂
And seriously, how could I resist putting him in a boat with rolled-up sleeves, come on!!!
But yes then we get to the phone call…
On a rational level, Bucky knows you have nothing to do with choosing the targets. That you are tasked with documenting the [poor] decisions of the generals in that room, but his ugly grieving self was in the driver’s seat in that unfortunate moment.
And while your offer to beat him up is hilarious, it’s unnecessary, as he will be doing a very thorough job of it himself 🥺
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
So here's a fun story of mine.
I respect medical professionals. And by that, I mean good medical professionals.
About four years ago I started to seriously try to figure out why my headaches and migraines were getting progressively worse with age. And other symptoms started to appear too: nausea, sensitivity to light and sounds, loss of time and vision, absence of short-term memory, extreme exhaustion, and neck pain. So much pain. There were days when all I wanted to do was lay in bed and whine from pain.
So, I did what any rational adult would. And got a medical appointment. A physician looked at me, ordered a few blood tests, and asked about my family history, etc.
In the end, I was given a very mediocre medication the details of which don't matter. But I had to take it every day because it was preventative. And for a while, it seemed like it worked. But I had a bad reaction to the medication and it had to be removed. Once I was put off the medication, it all returned just as before. I remember telling my partner at the time without a hint of irony if I had a gun in this house, today would be my last day alive. That's how miserable I felt at that time.
So, I was directed to a neurologist. And I went. And he did what a neurologist does. Then I asked him if I should get an MRI, just to be sure, just so we know it's definitely not the brain. He said it wasn't needed.
He said it wasn't uncommon for women to have migraines. In fact, women are more likely to get them.
Yes, some of your other symptoms are a bit unusual but they are temporary.
He said I passed all the tests, and I was fine.
He said if I didn't have any recent head traumas, it was quite unnecessary.
It's a complex procedure (spoiler: it isn't), why would you want to be on a waitlist for months for nothing?
And so I didn't push him. I had to go through a drug trial to find what worked for my migraines now. I was tested for intracranial hypertension; they suggested lifestyle changes. Little adjustments to help out with the headaches and neck tension. And then slowly I grew complacent with it. Put the frog in boiling water and it will jump right out. But put in cold water and slowly heat it up, it won't be able to tell the difference. Life started to happen. I buried a friend. The pandemic. My MDD started to take priority over the headaches.
And then I almost went fully blind in one eye for 15 minutes. For no apparent reason.
What were you doing when it happened?
Uuugh, nothing. I was just reading in bed, laying funny. When I started losing vision in my left eye, I thought it was eye strain. But about two minutes later I realized it sure wasn't that. I immediately got up and went to my partner. When I explained what was happening to me and we got ready to go to the hospital, it started to come back. That's why I am here.
That didn't happen.
What?
And the neck pain was increasing. The intensity of the pain in my head kept increasing. The periods of those episodes continued to grow.
I have since moved. Got a new physician. And, I guess, I had a bad episode. There was a day I was in pain, I was miserable. I made an appointment ASAP. He is a great doctor. He is willing to put up with my demands for MDD medication, migraines. Even the smallest ear infections. There wasn't a time I came to him with a problem and he tried to rationalize it to me.
Ear infection?
Yes, you have it. It doesn't seem serious right now, so just over-the-counter medication will do. But if you don't feel any better, or even worse tomorrow, do let me know.
So, after that bad episode, I decided I can't be fucked anymore. Enough is enough. The pain was unbearable. I am a working, reasonably healthy adult, I can't be in this much pain without a cause. Unless they've checked for everything, EVERYTHING in the books and it came empty, only then would I accept that this pain was something I had to live with.
What I did was fucked up. Don't do that. But what I said to him, I meant with every cell of my being.
I want an MRI. And if it comes empty, order whatever test you can think of, no matter how invasive. Because this pain is getting worse, there are days when holding up my head is a conscious task. There are days when doing anything other than lying horizontally is a teeth-grinding endeavor. When I lower my chin, I can feel something along my spine, like a cord being pulled, not in a healthy muscle-stretching way, there is a tension that I don't think should be there.
And then he asked me how bad I would rate the pain on the worst day.
If this pain continues to increase at the rate it has been, I won't be alive by the time I am 31. I will take my own life.
And I was ordered an MRI. Not to say how ridiculously long I had to wait for an hour-long procedure where a big loud machine just scans your head.
And the doctor's office for the first time asks me to come in for the test results.
Your brain is healthy. But we found something in your neck.
And I felt giddy like a child who was promised candy. I wasn't insane. It wasn't "one of those things that women have to deal with". Fuck you, the professional who told me this. I sincerely hope you get sued. I'd sue you myself but I can't be fucked to be bothered with that right now.
My health care professional suspects syringomyelia. A fluid cyst in my spinal cord. I will have to go through more tests to see what it is for sure, what is the cause, and how bad it's gotten.
The point is
If one fucker decided to listen and not to rationalize a woman HER OWN Pain, if one fucker agreed to order a fairly simple medical test, perhaps this cyst probably could have been discovered THREE-MOTHERFUCKING-YEARS AGO.
13 notes
·
View notes
Text
i was about to write a rambling review of an old ya novel BUT I JUST DISCOVERED THEY FINALLY PUT READ-MORE ON MOBILE HELL YEAH BAYBEEEEE
anyway perplexed thoughts abt Hero by Perry Moore below
ok. so. this book was not /complete/ trash but i am. astounded. that it apparently won (an?) award(s?). i have not looked up what it supposedly won. i say this with fondness bc i did enjoy some of it!! but this book was like reading a train wreck. there was SO MUCH GOING ON. like. ridiculous levels of stuff.
things i Did like: the actual characters! the character concepts were actually quite compelling, they were all unique and complex and punchy and felt like real people, and the villain, while not revealed until like the last 50 pages, had all the set up to make perfect sense. and hey, a gay protagonist by a queer author in 2008? we dig it, and thom really is a great kid.
things i didnt like: frankly this just felt like an absolute car crash to read. while logically, if i lay out the main sequence of events in this book as they happen to the protagonist, they make sense and line up a fairly clear plot, the fact is that it felt like it was written in a zigzag or a scribble instead of a straight line. the pacing felt totally random, and much as i hate to say it, i think the whole book suffered for the amount of character detail that got crammed in there. it feels like a very heavy case of telling and not showing where it could have used a bit less of the latter. there was SO much character backstory and while none of it was unnecessary, and really rounded out every character to make them unique as i said above, it was kind of? all over the place? somehow there was both too much and not enough commitment to realism. yeah, people dont always react logically, yes people dont always do or say things that are easily explained or interpreted. but this swung so hard between character drama and superhero drama that it was just insanely jarring
anyway this book was absolutely Insane, and while i dont regret reading it, please know it took me like 6 months because i kept stopping and starting bc the whole thing was just one goddamn thing after another
if this got rewritten today i think it could be good though. i mostly bought it bc i wanted inspiration for our Masks ttrpg. i definitely didnt get any but thats okay.
peace ✌
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
I honestly felt SO uncomfortable with Riverdale the last few episodes.
Like yes I know after the past few seasons we should be used to a whole damn plot being abandoned ONCE AGAIN - but this; this is actually useless!
I love the visual aesthetics and the 50s being a setting. But that's about it.
We have zero connection to the whole time travel universe thing, which I honestly thought would be picked up with the help of some tiny hints like ,,hey, btw, y'all are in a seperate dimension". But no. Where tf did angel tabitha go??? Was her saying her goodbyes to jughead just a tool to jump into this new setting with no plot connection at all?
And yes, I get it that the actors are WAY over eighteen, but as we all should be VERY aware about, they are playing MINORS again.
And personally I believe the show is doing a very poor job at not sexualizing those minors.
Yes, I know of the small details like Veronica demanding the bikini and heels performance being banned and the actual sex scenes being censored. I STILL believe this is not okay.
It just takes over. So many referenxed are made and so many conversations suddenly all have to be sexual. Like, really? Is that necessary?
Yes as a teenager you are allowed to experiment and do everything you want to as long as youre comfortable with it and do not hurt anyone else.
But constantly showing - again, they are MINORS in this universe - these characters in underwear is just not okay. There is no need for these scenes to be actually played out.
If they wanted scenarios like this, why not leave the age normal and just put them in the 50s universe? Ooor was the point, dare I say, to let these charachers represent minors again???
The industry is a filthy place. I say that as someone who works there.
People who let this be shot and shown do NOT care about teenagers getting representation or having a sweet little plot about haha, teenagers think about sex all the time its so funny and just for the plot cuz it used to be like this in the 50s for real, they allow it for different reasons and it worries me.
And besides the fact that the lack of continuity really triggers me - suddenly all the episodes have their own plotline and barely have to be watched together anymore - we have several suggestions for an orgy, yes in a sexual way, which I totally do not find funny in this context.
The characters are cool and I love some of the relationships, but the repeatingly unnecessary everyone-with-everyone for 0.39393 seconds just feels like they wanna feed the audience a bite of everything before the last episode.
I am also against cencorship. But the casual mentioning of cannibalism??? In the comic books??? Yeah i would understand that this would have to be banned. Or at least marked to be only sold to adult readers. Yes, the point was that basically everything should be banned and that would be too much, but the way they've thrown some of those topics in so casually and making the bad guy say "protecting children is our number one priority" as if because of his other unreasonable things this would also be unreasonable does not sit right with me.
And btw, the musical episode was a pain to watch. Nothing new there.
I really didnt take riverdale seriously for the past seasons, but right now i feel like we need to take that exact point a little more serious.
1 note
·
View note
Note
*slaps on table* 6, 16, 18 for best agent boy Tyr
(Aaaannnd 21 for your GW2 necromancer 👀 pleaaaase)
I want you to know that every time we trade agent asks I feel like that cat slamming the like and reblog buttons while making laser eyes. xD
As always, rambling under a cut involved, lol xD
best boy best boy best boy best b-
6. Their vices (physical or emotional)
Probably impressively given everything that happens, Tyr manages to dodge any physical addictions. He's far more of a social drinker than one likely to turn to a bottle for his solutions.
But also I have been thinking so intently even before this ask set about how I really don't think Tyr recognizes his own brand of self-sacrificing. He has the potential to be incredibly self-destructive about it, but almost by my sheer spite on the matter, he hasn't. Yet. If this game gives him so much as half an excuse to act on half the shit he thinks and says about taking down the Empire swinging, I'm going to stab this man myself so he can't do it.
I don't even think he'd call it self-sacrifice. He would low-key cringe at the idea of anyone thinking him a hero. Yeah, sure, yada yada, Immortal Sith Emperor is dead, whatever. He's just a lucky bastard with a blaster. All the real work was everyone else's. And watch - he wouldn't let you call him humble about it, either. While he's not particularly forceful or upfront about it, Tyr does have some strong ideas about how, exactly, people should remember him. There's still a part of him that is like (softly) "don't." This wasn't part of his briefing when he agreed to join Intelligence, damn it.
But, yeah, I'd say his biggest vice is that almost resignation to what he was/is as Cipher Nine, double agent to the Republic. He's not going to be ridiculously reckless and take unnecessary risks, but if you handed him a critical mission with a slim chance of a working exit strategy that would put a huge dent in the Empire?
Equally part of his problem is that he recognizes wars of attrition are not sustainable nor have they resulted in lasting peace, but find someone who gives a damn. If he could use a blaster against the Immortal damn Emperor, what is stopping him from taking on the rest of the Sith Empire? (Logic. Logic is what. He's not an idiot. He's just. Opinionated.)
He wouldn't tell Theron. Theron would try to stop him. Theron can know like. Right before he leaves. Maybe. That's maybe not the kind of message he'd like to leave with Jonas alone, after all. (Yes, Tyr and I have thought about this too much. It's such a problem. That's why he's not allowed to do this shit!!!!! Tyr!!!! PLeaSE!!!)
16. Dark Secrets/Skeletons in the Closet.
Hmmm.... hmm, hmm, hmmm.... Ohhh, the things spies don't tell other people. This one's tough. There's plenty of things he won't tell someone. Bastard still hasn't exactly clarified what his relationship with Shara was to Theron, for one. Half of his Intelligence career is still 'whatever you found in the records or think you know probably wasn't the half of it.'
Okay, so, his biggest one he won't probably ever been keen to spell out is that he probably wouldn't even bat an eye at a scenario like our theoretical occasion from the last question. At the end of the day, Tyr is still willing to push his own limits and cross some of his own boundaries to achieve an objective. And he knows there's shit like that that Theron would never agree to. And he would, knowing this, choose to omit details, if it came to this.
Throws my papers up in the air. And Theron was all in knots after Nathema, and Tyr is still willing to pull this shit. What am I gonna do with these two????
Anyway. I think also, in a way, there is a very, very tiny part of him that might, might accuse him of being a coward if it ever managed to wriggle out of the recesses of his mind because I do not believe Tyr would have ever asked Shara to leave the Empire. Part of it would be not thinking, even before he knew about her own programming, that it's what she wanted - and a backhanded accusation at himself from that would be that's not for him to determine to begin with. But I also think part of it is that he loved her, he trusted her to guide him as Cipher Nine, yes - all of that is true.
But I don't think he trusted anyone to understand why he would defect. That's one thing I don't think he would have trusted to her, given an opportunity.
Of course, none of this exactly strikes him as problems to deal with because they're not causing problems right now. He can't change the past and he certainly can't predict the future. So he'll just have to make do with what he's got and what comes at him whenever it gets here.
Oh, I got ahead of myself, didn't I, considering 18...
18. Things they'll never admit.
Okay, well, the last part of the last question is probably his biggest one. He's going to take that with him to the grave. One day he might explain a bit more of who Shara was to him to Theron, but will he ever admit that particular nuance? Absolutely not. Not relevant, unchangeable, nope. Nope nope nope.
There's probably a part of Tyr that could really benefit or feel something from someone giving him a pat on the shoulder and telling him, "you did alright, kid." (A), He, once again, doesn't actively realize this and, (B), BioWare where is Ardun Kothe? I increasingly need to know because I am increasingly having thoughts about him unexpectedly showing up on the Alliance base and it just being a Quiet Thing they acknowledge in private that Tyr would be... so relieved to see that man again. Bastard. He cares about you. They never officially call adoption, but like, Tyr was adopted. (This is even more hilarious to read back knowing like yEAH you're not wrong, but like, different context alkfnsaldkfd). Anyway, bold of anyone to assume Tyr actually had the courage to ask anyone. Did he look into this himself for answers? Who can say????? He sure won't.
I also think for like. At least half a hot minute Tyr kinda crushed on Vector. I've been slowly rotating this in the back of the mind since Tyr met Vector and was like "oh I like them" like, so fast. Tyr trusts him so fast - maybe too fast for being a Cipher, honestly. But also like, the whole complicated thing with feelings for Shara, later he falls absolutely in love with Theron, so... yeah, they ended up just being friends and Tyr never acted on this and, to this day, this is unacknowledged by both parties. And Tyr is, of course, happily married to Theron now.
Okay!!! Guild Wars mY WIFE time!!!! I'm love her...
21. Turning points in their life.
Okay, Letallia is still sort of coming together because I haven't finished everything yet, but what I do know came together surprisingly quickly! So, most of these events are primarily related to the first 30ish levels of personal quests.
Letallia is the oldest of twin siblings adopted by nobility and raised in Divinity's Reach; her and her brother never knew much about their birth parents and, of the two of them, Letallia was more okay with that. Her brother always wanted to unveil the mystery and find them, if they could, and this was something she never exactly discouraged, but she felt more close to the lives they were currently leaving and was relatively content to let the past be the past.
So, while they had their differences, they were overall thick as thieves (badumtss here bc her brother I have on theif, lol). Letallia primarily focused on the public appearances of the family - high society gatherings and dealings with the fellow nobility while her brother focused more on the common folk that served them, often to be found helping them with loose odds and ends.
So far, their two main galvanizing events have been discovering the history of their parents & joining the Orders of Tyria. Letallia chose the Vigil while her brother, always favoring the cloak and dagger type, joined the Order of Whispers. While they've had individual focuses before, separating paths to join the Orders is probably their first long-term departure from each others' sides. Letallia still collaborated with him where she could, though they each respected their allegiance to their Order and their secrets.
But! Igniting them onto such a path was the discovery that their parents spied for Queen Jennah's father. For Letallia, this reforged her desire to see, explore, and protect Tyria as a whole. She wishes to honor that legacy by striving for the unity she believes her parents fought and died for. Her brother took their deaths a bit harder, driven to stronger loyalty first and foremost to Kryta and their Queen. Ultimately, their motives may differ, but they strive for the same ultimate goal, which makes her relationship to her brother quite important to her.
This legacy also sort of solidifies her relationship with being a necromancer. The art can be unsettling, especially with the Risen so close at hand, but understanding is power and she believes all must live and serve in their own way. Meeting and befriending Trahearne also proves quite beneficial to this confidence. She quite enjoys working with him!
(Bonus fun fact, my google doc with all of this, inspired by that first post I think I did is called 'please don't store ur gw2 lore in tumblr tags' since it grew to be... more than I had anticipated when I started, lol)
5 notes
·
View notes
Note
i know i gave up on hongmullet, but it served. hwa's red era was so short and unexpected, feels like a fever dream, i often forget it happened then i see a photo or a video and suddenly i remember 😳
twitter is really the worst, tik tok too tho i don't use it. tumblr has its flaws but i've been her for ages, it's my swamp at this point, i won't leave. it also doesn't have a lot of minors and no offense but i don't wanna see opinions of 16 year olds and i definitely don't wanna interact with them and see them simp 🙅🏼♀️
ohhhh i used to be a proof reader so i get you! i also wrote articles people requested so it wasn't very fulfilling. taking requests feels like too much pressure and it's unnecessary when you have enough ideas on your own and you have to meet so many expectations, some requests are very specific and detailed too
understandable about not sharing a lot of personal things on this blog, and you have another tumblr account correct? makes sense you wanna keep this one more, hmm let's say professional. like me on twt i kept my hwa account strictly seonghwa related, barely stated my opinions cause that wasn't the purpose of it, also didn't want people to say shit since the account gained quite a lot of followers. i was being myself on my main.
interesting point about not listing fic influences etc, i never thought about it this way! personally i like when writers share some behind the scenes, but i like to read them after i read the fic so it's just a bonus
omg 3 parts? gotta buckle up for that
i also don't use tiktok cuz i have adhd and i know it'll be a time sink of which i won't come back from lol. and yeah, tumblr is just my ideal place right now, i don't wanna interact with minors especially given what i write so i prefer it here vs twitter where, esp kpop side of things, feel like it is full of minors.
and yes, absolutely nothing against requests but i just try to write what i want when i want to write it and i worry by doing requests my work might not be as good? if it's an idea i feel like i have to write, then it shifts back more to that job feeling than a passion project and i worry it'll be bad. i like the freedom of this blog and of writing whatever i would like to write.
yes, i have a main tumblr at @hologramhoneymoon - i just reblog a lot of stuff on there, kpop stuff, movie stuff, things that hit a spot in my brain that i like, etc. i like having this blog separate from that so i can keep this just for the fics and have the other one for my messy, chaotic way of reblogging lol. and that way if ppl really don't wanna see that stuff and just want fics, they don't have to worry about their dashes being clogged up with random stuff. it keeps a sort of barrier up between myself and this blog in which i oftentimes think of myself as a little ghost or cloud that runs it. i post my stuff, i answer or talk to anyone who chimes in, and i leave.
if you ever have any specific fic questions, i can answer them, it isn't a problem - i just am super shy and don't wanna assume ppl care or burst any meaning a reader might have put on the fic from their own heart/brain if that makes sense? so i'd answer them but i'd just put them behind a cut so ppl can skip them if they want and also because i love the false sense of control i feel putting things behind a cut like i am ~hiding lol.
i'm hoping to post part two sometime later this week cuz i am still wrapping up part three and have to edit part two lol.
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
I know many people do not know about this movie but I'll still share it and tell my experience watching the Kannada-language movie, "777 Charlie"...
__
I have seen a lot of movies that features animals and their bond with humans. Obviously the most common were Hollywood movies such as 101 Dialamations, A Dog's Purpose, A Dog's Way Home, and others including Dr. Dolittle and even I Am Legend starring Will Smith. The first one must be either 101 Dialamations or Dr. Dolittle.
I come across a very few movies in Hindi circuit of movies that does such a task. Examples include Entertainment, Dil Dhadakne Do (not per se a bond but still), Bollywood classic Teri Meherbaaniyan, and a small yet important role played by a German Shepherd in Salman Khan and Dia Mirza starrer Tumko Naa Bhul Paayenge.
I am reminded of the music video of Marshmello's song "Happier" (with Bastille voice and Miranda Cosgrove act as a teenager finding happiness in her Labrador dog). I cried the first time I watched the video and still feels like this whenever I see that music video and hear the song.
As I mentioned earlier, I have a really little, and tbh, almost no experience in coming across wonderful movies in our Indian Film Industry, featuring a bond between a human and an animal.
#777Charlie announcement and trailer gave me a feeling that this movie might bring a new trend for such movies with its impact on box office or basically excellence in creating such a feature film.
I must tell you that Kannada Film Industry and Malayalam Film Industry, and Bengal Film Industry are those finest industries in our Indian Film Industry space that has a brilliant line-up of genuinely good artists, creative and technical excellence, and unique story to tell. Credits to YouTube channel named Tried & Refused Productions, handled and operated by Anmol for this information through his different videos on his channel (recommended to check out).
As I stepped into the theatre, I knew it is definitely going to be one of the best human-animal bond movies and going to give me an emotional ride. That happened. It did gave me an emotional ride.
TBH, like most commercially made action movies from South India and even Bollywood so often, this movie too had some glimpse into action, but not so much, and definitely no unnecessary show of action put for no reason, and most importantly, it was not as if the main lead is fighting 10 people at a single time and defeating them all with a single blow (which usually happens with most commercial action movies). Only a few instances.
Was the focus on the main lead too much? I'd say, it was not. In most and almost every commercially driven movies has a obsession to keep focusing on the male lead, following his narrative and almost make people worship him. In 777 Charlie, movie begins with the bitch (yes, it's a female dog) and ends with a representation of a human-animal bond.
Storyline in 777 Charlie might feel at times pretty predictable. I felt it's going to be a ripped off version of "A Dog's Way Home". But, it was not. Before interval everything's going well and almost predictable to what's happening, but after interval, I too was having this constant train of thought, wondering what's going to happen. Basically, the movie has an element of surprise, and suspense while giving twists a few times.
The adventure that both bitch, named Charlie, and the main lead, named Dharma, ventured on... Wasn't just limited to a road trip. I won't give details but seeing the movie, and seeing the duo of Charlie-Dharma coming across different scenarios and situations will definitely give you adventurous feeling, that too with your pet. Wow.
Acting by everyone in the movie was good. The comedy didn't feel forced. Neither the dialogues were sleazy or cheap to make anything funny, nor such characters were there who will act stupidly just to make audience laugh on their stupidness. Everything in the movie felt natural.
About acting performance, I shouldn't forget to leave behind mentioning about two artists in front of the camera. First is the actor playing the role of main lead, named Dharma, whose real-life name is Rakshit Shetty. I don't know much about him, and have only read about him a little, only due to this movie. As of now, I haven't watched his movies. Seeing him in this movie today, I'm excited to watch more of his work in other movies. I've heard about Rakshit Shetty's uncanny and unique choices of movies, and his work as an actor. It was his acting that sparked emotions in me and worked as an outlet of, perhaps, what I'm feeling. His acting was so genuinely good that we can feel his pain and happiness both with him, especially in the scenes where he's interacting with Charlie. The second actor, or better say, actress was the bitch (female dog) who played the role of Charlie. I mean, pfft, I know real credits goes to the trainers but hey, I'm talking about the one who acted. I don't know yet what's her actual name though. I know that if it wasn't for this bitch to act so well, I wouldn't be laughing, smiling, and crying as much as I did today watching her scenes play out.
Movie's technicalities were also good. Music, cinematography and editing... Trio of these aspects made all the performances in the movie like putting icing on the cake or cherry on the top. I really like the idea all these technical aspects didn't make the movie too stale to watch, rather accompanied the story with great interest.
As aforesaid, I knew this movie is going to be an emotional ride for sure, and I expect to get emotional time to time. Obviously, it's a sweet innocent and beautiful movie about an animal who fills happiness in the life of a loner, an anti-social guy who is a kind human being, and an absolute sweetheart keeping love for everyone, but trying to keep distance from people and is dealing with his trauma or depression. (Can't say).
Now, what I didn't expect was that I'll be sobbing and crying so much, even after movie ended that one of the guys sitting right beside me would have to give me his last sip of water to drink. Thanks to him BTW. A real kind human being 🌼
777 Charlie is out in the theatres. I'm obviously not saying that watch this movie now and anyhow. Well, do if you can. But do watch when it'll be available on OTT platform as it will also be having English subtitles then, making it easier to reach a wider audience who are ready to enjoy it.
Thank you for reading till this point. This is the first time I have written such a long blog post. Again, I appreciate you giving your time. I wish you the best for your life and your aspirations. ❤️
Lastly, on that note, I also intent to use the above-mentioned post as a script to the review video on 777 Charlie with a few changes. Later 🙂
Updated: attached link below to the review video on 777 Charlie. I'm happy to see that everyone's liking the review. I'm glad I wrote this blog post. Do watch and let me know how you like it ☺️
youtube
#777 charlie#movies#rakshit shetty#dog#adorable pets#cute pets#review#movie review#movie critic#kannada movies#emotional#latest movie news#movie blog#indian movies#Charlie#cute dogs#cuteness#aww#art#cinema#fresh movie#childhood#nostalgia#disney#disney movies#cuddle#film critic#movie recommendation#movie news#movie nerd
9 notes
·
View notes
Text
I remember the day it happened vividly even. Portals were opening left and right. Otherworldly beings had come out of them and destroyed anything and everything in their path. Panic was in everyone, nobody knowing what to do. I was scared. But suddenly, when all hope was lost, people started to fight back! It was as if superheroes had become real protecting humanity. This was the first instance of the Ascended. Select individuals with superhuman abilities. In the beginning, I don't know if people were more or less worried at their sighting of them. Nowadays people are much more relaxed with topics surrounding them, but that doesn't mean some still don't trust the ascended in my eyes, they are heroes and here's why.
....
UUuugh this is so embarrassing! I tap my finger on the table and bounce my feet rapidly. Why is viewing your work so awkward!? And even more so when someone criticizes it!
"Sean?"
"Y-yes!?" I jolt up, snapping myself out of my stupor.
"Are you okay? You don't look too good." my English teacher said. I look at myself. My legs were bouncing up and down rapidly. My palms were clasped together and felt sweaty.
"Oh, I'm alright. I just felt embarrassed when you read my work out loud."
"Don't be this is a good start, just use more details and go for the jugular."
"Alright thank you for the advice," I said before taking my work and heading back to my desk.
I sigh, it hasn't been that long since the ascended have appeared yet, it feels like no time at all. In no time, they have fully integrated into society and most media and pop culture have mentioned these unique individuals. Though there haven't been many events to talk about, at least that I know of. Maybe I should research-
"Grade 10s please head down to the gym. Grade 10s please head down to the gym." The PA speaker interrupts my train of thought. Had that much time already passed? Taking a glance at my teacher, she gives a quick nod. Getting the confirmation, I dropped what I was doing and headed to the gymnasium.
Speed walking down to the gym I noticed some people heading there as well. Though there are fewer going than I thought there would be. Well makes things easier for me. I open the front door to the gym and look around. What used to be home to my P.E. class in grade 9 now looks like something from a sci-fi movie. I guess that happens when the government needs to figure out who is Ascended. It used to be young adults making appointments to see if they had the potential, but as time went by, the age range increased to include more groups. For students testing facilities are brought to the school so, appointments won't have to be made for something unnecessary. Thanks to my punctuality I got ahead of the crowd. I got called up and went. I sat down on a chair and the person beside me started to ask questions about myself. Name, age, date of birth, height, weight; simple things. I didn't know the last two so, they checked with a stadiometer and scale. Once all the information was put in, the tester pulled out a device. The first thing I noticed was the crystal sticking out of it. It was about the size of my hand and looked translucent. It was mostly clear but, there was a single swirl of ever-changing colour. It was like a thread of string held by an invisible hand swirling around cloudy water. The crystal was surrounded by a metallic dome. Connected to it was an electronic device. It probably reads off stats and readings and the like.
"Alright," The testing person finally said. "Put your hand on the crystal and we'll see if you're an Ascended."
My hand reaches out toward the device. This is it, I thought. The moment of truth. Am I an Ascended or not? If I am one, then am I a strong one? Time seemed to stretch on and on. In reality, not even a minute has passed.
"Are you nervous?" the tester asked. I nodded.
"That's understandable," she said in response. "This must be a big moment for you."
I didn't say anything because I knew I had been called out. I tried to act like this didn't matter to me but I've been seen through.
"I don't want to try and get your hopes up so I'll just say this," she took my silence as an invitation to continue. "If nothing happens then you'll continue your normal life. If something does happen, regardless of how big or small it is, wouldn't that be good?" she finished.
I considered those words. It made absolute sense. If the device didn't react to me, I wasn't an Ascended. Therefore nothing about my life would change. If the device did respond to me then that would mean I am an Ascended. This would mean I would use the powers I get from that for humanity. Funny how just by stating the facts, I could calm down so much.
"Okay, I'm ready," I say, having found my resolve.
I place my hand on the jewel. The swirl grows and turns red. A faint glowing red orb lies within the crystal. I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding. I am an Ascended.
“Congratulations!” the tester said.
“Umm, what now?” I asked.
“Now to check how strong you are.”
“Don't you already know that?”
“Well, yes I can see your readings, but it only tells me your level. This doesn't say what your strengths or abilities are. You can check yourself.”
“How do I do that?”
“I can't give a direct answer but most people say they visualize something to tell them.”
Ooookay then. I feel my mouth turn into a straight line. What would be the thing that tells me how strong I am? I tried to think hard about what it would be but one thing stayed in my mind.
“Open,” I said softly.
And there appeared a stat screen straight out of a video game. There are Strength, Dexterity, Constitution, Intelligence, and Awareness. Unsurprisingly my stats are nothing of note. None of them were below the double digits, they didn't surpass 20, not even 15. As I look across the screen, my eyes stop at the top. What was supposed to be my class was something I would not have expected.
[Creator]
While I am not the most knowledgeable about the divisions of Ascended, I know enough to realize that what I am seeing is weird.
"Hey, um, my thing is saying something weird," I said.
"New things tend to be weird for everyone," The tester said dismissively.
"But it's saying something that shouldn't be there," I pressured. She then looked at me with a hard stare. I flinch and move back. It seems like my question will not be answered. She turns back to the laptop, types some things in and drops something in my hand.
"You have been registered as an Ascended and can now participate in the work of Hunters. However as you are a student and of the lowest rank, your options are limited." The tester then said in a business-like tone. I stand up and leave. As I exit the gymnasium and head back to class, I sigh. That could have gone better, I think to myself. Yet I don't feel terrible. I'm an Ascended. I get to be a Hunter. I get to help people. And it seems like I have something different from the rest.
[End of Chapter 1]
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
my only wish - knj | m
“ santa can you hear me? i have been so good this year. and all i want is one thing. please tell me my true love is here ” - my only wish (this year), britney spears
✹ summary- There are few things you hate most in this world. Hornets, unnecessary fruit pieces in otherwise perfectly good jello, certain shades of orange… But nothing takes the cake more than two simple things. Christmas. And Kim Namjoon. So why did you agree to pretend to be Kim Namjoon’s girlfriend at his family Christmas party? Bah-Humbug.
✹ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw
✹ pairing- kim namjoon x reader
✹ word count- 15.1k OOF
✹ genre- smut, fluff, tiny tiny angst if you squint, enemies to lovers, fake dating au, idiots to lovers, brief mention of YoonMin
✹ warnings- penetrative sex, unprotected sex (dont do it), daddy kink lolol, namjoon has a big dick, oral sex (m/f receiving), cum swallowing, light cum play, dirty talk, light degradation (very light tbh), praise kink, lots of mentions of joon being a beefy boy, masturbation,
✹ a/n- its here!! finally! my contribution to rockin around the christmas tropes. big big big shout out to @ladyartemesia @xjoonchildx @untaemedqueen @underthejoon @yeojaa @snackhobi for being my co collaborators. and a warm shout out to @wwilloww and @hobi-gif for being some very lovely betas. thank you thank you! i hope you enjoy!
There are few things you hate most in this world.
Hornets, unnecessary fruit pieces in otherwise perfectly good jello, certain shades of orange…
But nothing takes the cake more than two simple things:
Christmas.
And Kim Namjoon.
Christmas, in your opinion, is nothing more than a consumerist holiday, anchored on ensuring you’re guilted enough from November 1st to the 25th of December to spend your hard earned money on shit your friends and loved ones won’t even use. It’s a time for people to pretend they love giving and caring, while shoving you out of lines in stores, buying up all the groceries as if it’s the end times, and forcing party after mindless party for “celebration” that ends in seeing your boss drunk and pants-less by the punchbowl.
And don’t even start on Kim Namjoon.
On paper, he’s your colleague, to put the terms friendly. In reality, he’s your opponent, your adversary. He’s annoying, rude, stuck up, and not to mention a douchebag heartbreaker. He’s everything you hate wrapped in one disgustingly handsome face.
The man never misses a chance to steal a case from underneath your nose, rub the praise he receives from your bosses in your face, and look ridiculously delectable in his tight suits that he insists he wears around the office. He absolutely infuriates you.
And now, as you sit in the company-wide meeting, your heart sinks as you realize the worst thing about Namjoon—he’s about to get the promotion you’ve been vying for your entire career.
That position was as good as yours—at least, you had thought.
That was until lead counsel, Seokjin, stands in front of all the attorneys present and calls out Namjoon’s name, commending him on winning his latest case—the case that you had done the bulk of the work for. Seokjin even tells the rest of the lawyers in the room that Namjoon is “someone to watch” with a glint of pride in his eyes.
The smug smile Namjoon sends in your direction as he teasingly nibbles on a pen with his sultry mouth is enough to make you want to tear his eyes out and use them as olives in the martini you sorely needed.
Namjoon smirks as he walks past you once the meeting ends.
“Make sure you watch me, baby,” he whispers into your ear.
His hand rests on your lower back and you hate how much he aggravates you, and hate even more so that he frustrates you sexually as much as he does intellectually.
Unfortunately, your body can’t keep up with your mind’s distaste for the elder lawyer. His presence around you makes your blood vessels tighten and your head feel light—nipples prickling against your bra when he winks at you.
“Asshole,” you whisper under your breath as you pack up your notebook.
“Oh, ___!” Seokjin calls out just as you’re about to leave the all-glass meeting room.
Your head suddenly screeches to a very frustrated, sexual halt when you turn to face the lead counsel of your company.
“Yes, Mr. Kim?”
“I’ve got a case for you.”
The smile on his face makes you relax. Maybe he sees your potential. Maybe he’s testing you just as much as he’s testing Namjoon. Maybe you’ll be the “one to watch” and you can rub that right in Namjoon’s perfect, stunning face.
A thick manila folder slides across the oak table towards you from Seokjin’s hands. The impressive volume of the dossier makes you giddy with anticipation.
“I know you won’t let me down.”
You nod, nibbling at your lips, before bowing to your superior and dashing out of the room as fast as your Louboutins can handle.
It’s not until you sit at your desk, a cramped little cubicle next to Park Jimin, your best friend and paralegal assistant, that you open the folder.
Your heart sinks as your eyes hurriedly rush over the title page.
Personal Injury Suit.
A dejected sigh leaves you as you throw the folder onto your desk and slouch back in your ergonomic office chair.
“What’s up, pussycat?” Jimin smiles as he rolls his chair over to your side of the cubicle. “Namjoon got you worked up again?”
You groan as you take off your reading glasses, setting them aside to rub at the burgeoning headache building at your temples. You had momentarily forgotten all about Namjoon in the hurried hope that you’d land a case of significance, something you could finally use to prove yourself.
Instead, you gained yet another in-and-out, settle outside of court case. Likely some elderly geriatric suing a corporation for too-slippery floors.
“Another fucking personal injury suit,” you whine as you thrust the folder into the lithe paralegal’s hands.
He looks over the documents and sucks his teeth.
“Man, Seokjin really has it out for you.”
You level a look at your best friend, before nodding and holding your head in your hands.
“Namjoon is getting all the good cases! He gets the media attention, the litigation deals, everything! It’s like I’m not even given a chance to show what kind of lawyer I can be when I’m stuck with all the nursing home and car accident suits!”
Jimin bows dutifully, nodding his head as you express your woes.
“I can do more than just personal injury litigation… and Seokjin knows that! It’s just that Namjoon keeps getting all the air-time!”
“I know, babe. I know.”
With one last sigh of disbelief, you take the folder out of Jimin’s hands and sit upright at your desk.
“Well, I guess if I’m going to be a personal injury lawyer, I’m going to be the best fucking one yet. Let’s get to work.”
“Yeah! Fighting!” Jimin cheers.
Namjoon sighs as he listens to his mother blabber on and on through his phone. He leans back in his chair and surveys the wide expanse of his corner office.
Seokjin gave him this space, an upgrade from the desolate cubicles when he won his last big case, Kim Taehyung, artist v. the city of New York. He can’t help but smirk as he glimpses you from his window, pouring over a case file. He notes the curve of your back in the silk blouse you’re wearing and the way it tucks into your pencil skirt. He wishes he could see the outline of your ass and watch as it sways back and forth when you walk.
“I just don’t understand why you can’t ever bring anyone home for the holidays!”
His mother breaks him from his silent reverie of detailing every aspect of your backside.
“You know your grandmother will not be alive much longer! And all she wants is her only grandson to be happy and in love! And a few grandchildren won’t hurt!”
“I am her grandchild, Mom.”
She’s silent for a moment.
“Well, I wouldn’t mind some grandchildren either.”
He groans again and presses his fingers to his forehead, a headache bubbling up behind his eyes.
“Don’t you act like that, young man! You have a big empty house, big car, big life, and no one to share it with. I just want you to be happy.”
She continues on and Namjoon can’t help but let her words sink in.
He has it all. Expensive luxury apartment, enormous bed, gorgeous kitchen, money to spend on traveling and enjoying life. Yet he spends most of his time here, stuck in his office. He’s utterly alone, regardless of how many social guests he tries to entertain, horrid dates he attempts to go on. He’s always left alone, and he feels it deep at the very bottom of his heart—the loneliness and desire for a companion.
“Mom! Mom!” He interrupts her diatribe on the futility of his adult life. “Stop!”
“Namjoon, I’m just conce-”
“I’ll bring home my girlfriend for the holidays, okay?”
There’s a stunned silence on the other end.
“A girlfriend?” she asks, tentatively. “Really?”
“Yeah,” he breathes, wincing already at the lie he’s spoon-feeding his poor mother—all in the name of getting her off his back. “She’s kind of shy, so I didn’t want to tell you about her yet, but now seems like the best time. I’m... I’m even thinking of proposing.”
The words come out of Namjoon’s mouth before he can stop them. His mom bursts into screams of delight, and he can tell she’s running to his beloved grandmother to tell her the news.
“Oh, Namjoon! This is all we’ve ever wanted for you. I’m so proud of you! I can’t wait to meet her! Oh, goodness, I can’t want to tell your father. Goodbye, son! I’ll see you two soon!”
She hangs up before Namjoon has a chance to even breathe.
“Fuck.”
He drops his phone to his wooden desk and grimaces.
How the hell is he going to find a fiance in the next 3 days before the holiday break?
There’s Jennie, his ex.
He thinks about it for a moment, before quickly dismissing it. No, much too clingy and possessive. She’d take it to be real, and he’d be stuck with her.
His last hookup, Jihoo?
No, too aloof. His mom would never buy that they were a love-sick couple on the brink of engagement.
A crash outside his office startles Namjoon, making him stand and exit the large corner suite.
The commotion is coming from your cubicle, where he can see you’re struggling to use the decrepit computer. The crash must have been from you slamming the keyboard to the desk, causing the individual keys to pop off the board.
“Shit! Jimin, help me put this keyboard back together!”
You shimmy out of your chair and onto your knees, an excellent sight for Namjoon if he wasn’t so concerned about your well-being.
The paralegal is standing above you, watching as you kneel to gather the pieces of the obliterated keyboard.
“Oh no, honey. It’s against my personal constitution to be on my knees unless it’s for a handsome man.”
“God, Jimin, come on.”
“Hey, it’s not my fault you hulk-smashed the life out of that poor keyboard.”
Namjoon smirks, turning back into his office and sliding into his desk. He easily opens his MacBook and emails Yoongi in IT, requesting a brand new computer for your desk—no holds barred. He wants the top of the line for you.
He suddenly has just the person in mind to be his fake fiancée.
A brand new, gorgeous computer is at your desk the next day you arrive. You nearly spill your hot peppermint mocha when you see the sleek machine atop your old plastic desk instead of the broken clunker that was there the day before.
“What the hell?” You ask Jimin as you set your coffee down gently as if any movement might scare the new computer away. “Did you order this?”
“I love you, but I would never order you something this nice.”
You can’t help but roll your eyes as you sit down to marvel at the modern machinery. At least Jimin is honest.
“Maybe I’ll call Yoongi and ask him where it came from,” you wonder aloud, hand hovering over your phone.
“YOONGI?” Jimin screeches, eyes suddenly wide and crazed.
“Yeah? The IT guy?”
“I know who Yoongi is, you dumbass! Here, let me call him! I’m your assistant!”
He scrambles to grab the phone out of your hand.
“You literally refuse to do anything I ask.”
Jimin smiles cherubically, completely ignoring your confusion. He’s suddenly the picture of a model employee.
“Don’t you worry! I’ll be right on it!”
He hops from your desk with your cell phone gripped tight, and saunters away to a secluded area out of your eyesight.
“What the fuck is going on today?” You ask out loud, settling into your chair and unloading your bag of files.
“How's the new computer?”
The sudden intruder makes you jump, nearly spilling your coffee, yet again.
“Fuck!” You shriek as you attempt to right yourself and the dangerously hot liquid sloshing in the paper cup. “You scared me!”
The chuckle that comes from behind you makes your stomach flip. You know that laugh. You could recognize that laugh a hundred miles away, in a hurricane, with headphones on.
That laugh is the sultry demon himself, Kim Namjoon.
“I—How did you know about my computer?”
Namjoon takes a knee, bringing his face to your level in your chair. He’s close to you, so dangerously close. You can smell the Giorgio Armani cologne applied to his pressure points—the heat of his skin warming the scent and mingling with his own subtleties. Your eyes nearly roll back in your head. He smells so comforting—like a home you never knew you were missing until he arrived.
“I saw it when I walked in this morning.”
He breaks you from your daydreaming of warm, firm hands caressing your body and you’re thrown headfirst back into reality—the reality where you can’t stand the man mere inches from you.
You push back from where you are and stand, eager to get away from Namjoon’s sudden interest in close proximity. He smirks and rises from his spot, pocketing his hands in his tight cream suit.
“Care to join me in my office for some coffee?” He asks.
His office. The one he scored after he won the Kim Taehyung case. The bitter betrayal still lingers in your mouth.
For the longest time, you had been equal in every sense; both living in the dingy cubicles with the computers long-destined for retirement. Then, Seokjin awarded him with the corner office, the one with the view of the entire city. You’d never forgiven either of them.
“I have my own coffee.”
Namjoon smirks as he eyes your paper cup, clearly a quick grab from the 7-Eleven around the corner.
“Looks fancy.”
You purse your lips and clutch your coffee even closer.
“Please,” he asks again. “I need to talk to you. It’s important.”
Namjoon’s face loses its snark, and you’re curious about what could cause the man to become so serious.
“Fine.”
You motion with your arm towards his office, encouraging him to walk ahead. He smirks again, ah—there’s that smirk, before he turns and heads into the gorgeous corner room.
He lingers by the door as you enter, waiting until you’ve crossed the threshold to close the door behind you. It surprises you. Something about being in a closed room with Namjoon sets you on edge. You can nearly imagine the man bending you over that fine oak desk, hiking your skirt up and spanking your ass until it’s red.
“Coffee?” He asks as he moves towards the in-office espresso machine.
“Are you fucking kidding me? You have a Nespresso in your office?”
All desperate and wanton thoughts of Namjoon sliding into you leave once you see the stainless steel contraption in the room's corner. Of course he has a $500 coffee machine in his office. He has everything you want.
“You like it?” His question is cocky. He already knows the answer.
“Fuck off.”
Namjoon grins and turns the machine on, pulling out two mugs while you sip your now lukewarm coffee. It suddenly tastes disgusting.
“So, what’s the deal, Namjoon?” You ask as he rests against the wall and waits for the coffee to brew. “You said it was important.”
Namjoon nods, a more reserved look taking the place of his usual cocky grin on his face. His gaze turns down to his shiny dress shoes.
“I need a favor.”
“No.” Your answer is quick.
Namjoon looks up at you in surprise.
“You haven’t even heard it yet!”
“Yeah, well…,” you huff. “I’m not interested in helping you.”
Namjoon leaves his post by his elaborate coffee maker, forgetting about the piping-hot liquid drizzling into white mugs, as he stands in front of you. There’s that fucking cologne again. Why does he have to smell so good?
“You’ve got to help me. Please.”
His sudden closeness to you sets your brain off—your steely resolve begins to crumble.
“Fine, I’ll bite. What is it?”
His face lights up again. God, he has such a handsome mouth.
“I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend for my family Christmas party.”
If you hadn’t had such a good grip on the convenience store cup of coffee, it’d surely drop from your clutch and splatter on the expensive carpet of Namjoon’s office.
Your eyes widen, and your mouth falls agape.
“You—You what?!”
Namjoon sighs and lowers his voice.
“Look, I…” he struggles. “I told my mom I have a girlfriend, so she’d get off my back about it.”
“And why am I suddenly your best option for that?!”
You step away from the man, determined to clear your mind as the scenario weaves its way through your head.
Namjoon’s girlfriend. He wants you to be his girlfriend.
Well, his fake girlfriend.
He would hold your hand. He would kiss you. He would touch your body in ways you convince yourself you don’t think of often.
“You’re the only girl I know who’s got a good enough poker face to go along with it. And honestly… you’re the only girl I really know well enough.”
His last admission shocks you. Namjoon seems like the womanizing type—one to bring a different girl home every night.
“That doesn’t explain why the fuck I would want to help you.”
Namjoon steps back and moves towards the coffee machine again.
“If you help me, I’ll take all your shitty cases that Jin is giving you.”
Your eyes narrow at the tall man. It seems too good to be true.
“How d'you know about them?”
Namjoon shrugs and grabs a mug full of freshly brewed expensive coffee.
“I can hear you complain to Jimin about it every day.”
You grumble under your breath, sucking on your teeth as you try to process the terms of Namjoon’s deal.
“So you want me to be your fake girlfriend for your family…” you muse.
“Yes,” he agrees. “And I’ll do all your worst cases for the next 2 months. I’ll even give you my next big one. I know you want that.”
God, he’s right. That’s all you want. A chance to prove yourself to Seokjin, to the company.
With an aggravated sigh, you relent.
“Fine! But it better be a good fucking case. And, I’m using your coffee maker every morning.”
Namjoon can’t help but chuckle, loving the fire in your voice.
“Deal?” He murmurs.
He holds out his hand to shake on it, and it takes you by surprise how warm and soft his large hands are once you slide your own into his grip.
“Deal.”
Jimin is not going to let you live this one down.
Jimin doesn’t let you live it down.
He’s sitting on your couch, legs crossed underneath him as he hoists his wine glass filled to the brim. He holds it away from his body as he shakes with laughter.
“You’re telling me,” he wheezes. “That you agreed to be Namjoon’s fake Christmas girlfriend? You hate that man!”
Flopping into the couch beside him, you sigh.
“Yeah, well, it was my only option. He made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.”
“Okay, Godfather,” Jimin snickers. “Lord knows you still want to bone that man, anyway.”
“Jimin!” You admonish. “I do not! And that wasn’t the deal!”
He sips at his red wine with an impish smile. You hate it when Jimin looks at you like that, like he can see behind the lie you’ve so carefully crafted of your hatred for Namjoon.
“Then tell me, what was the deal?”
You fiddle with the stem of your own wine glass, sighing.
“He’s offered to take all our shitty personal injury suits for the next two months. And he’s giving me his next big case.”
Jimin actually looks surprised—as if he didn’t expect Namjoon to provide a deal so worth the cost.
“Wow,” he breathes.
You nod in reply, taking a large gulp of the pinot grigio in your glass.
“You’re still going to fuck him though, I know it,” Jimin adds.
You splutter your wine from your mouth, hand reaching over to gently slap Jimin on his taut abdomen.
“Shut up!” You cry.
Jimin looks proud of himself, sipping his red wine gleefully while he settles further into your couch. Wine nights with Jimin is the highlight of your weeks. Together, you bitch over cases, coworkers, dating struggles, and eat too much cheese and cured meats and nurse a hangover the following day with brunch.
“Hey,” you say to Jimin as you set your wine down on the coffee table. “Did you ever talk to Yoongi?”
Jimin’s cheeks immediately turn a shade of rouge.
“Yoongi? Yoongi who?”
“Oh my god,” you groan. “Yoongi from IT. You stole my phone to call him today? To ask about my new computer?”
Jimin swallows a large swig of his wine.
“Oh. Yes, I did.”
“And?” You encourage the blonde to answer further.
“And he’s doing well,” Jimin replies demurely.
“Jimin!” You huff. “The computer?!”
Jimin makes an ‘O’ shape with his mouth and bites his lip.
“I… might have forgotten to ask.”
Your mouth drops open.
“You literally stole my phone out of my hands to call him! What did you talk about?!”
There’s his blush again. The shade of pink on Jimin’s cheeks would be adorable if you weren’t so flabbergasted by his answers.
“I have a date tomorrow night.” He takes another sip as you let the reply sink in.
“Oh. My. God.” You gasp, a smile now overtaking your features. “You have a crush on Min Yoongi!”
Jimin sets his wine glass down next to yours and turns to you.
“I had no idea if he was into me! But when I called, I totally forgot why I was calling him and we sort of just… started talking and next thing I know, he’s asking me out to dinner tomorrow night.”
You playfully slap at Jimin’s thigh.
“You little slut—using my phone to get yourself a date. On company time!”
Jimin sticks his tongue out at you, before grabbing a pillow and slapping you with the overstuffed cushion.
“At least I didn’t agree to be his fake girlfriend!”
It’s the sound of your phone ringing at 7:32 am that wakes you from your spot on the couch, wine glass still clutched in your hand.
“What the fuck?” You grumble, eyes blearily seeking the offending object disturbing your sleep.
Jimin grumbles next to you, kicking at your foot as if it will stop the phone from ringing.
“Stop,” he whines and cuddles into his fetal position. “Turn it ooooff.”
You locate your cell phone and groan as you recognize the name on the caller ID. Namjoon. What the fuck could he possibly be calling for? And why did he have to call at seven in the goddamn morning?
“What do you want?” You snap as you hold the phone to your cheek and throw yourself back onto the couch.
“Well, good morning to you, sunshine.”
Namjoon’s voice, as sexy and sultry as it sounds, still aggravates you.
“Why are you calling me? It’s Saturday. Its seven am.”
Namjoon chuckles and you fight the shiver that works through your spine at the sound.
“I tend to keep human hours on the weekend.”
You can’t hold back the sarcastic guffaw that escapes you.
“Okay, Mr. Perfect,” you sigh. “That doesn’t explain calling me.”
Jimin kicks at your foot again.
“Stop talking,” he grumbles.
God, Jimin is such a diva when he’s hungover.
“Meet me at the cafe on First Street,” Namjoon says casually. “I’ll tell you when you get here.”
“Right now?!” You ask, incredulous.
“I’m literally already here. Hurry before your coffee gets cold.”
You let out a whine that could rival a 5-year-old’s temper tantrum.
“Fuck you. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
There’s no care about your phone when you end the call and throw it to the floor. Jimin grumbles and rubs at his eyes.
“Why the fuck are you having phone sex with Namjoon so early in the morning?” He asks.
“Jimin, I swear to God.”
He wraps himself in the throw blanket and buries his face back into the couch while you stand and retreat to your bedroom to throw on some semblance of appropriate clothing for the occasion.
“Fucking Namjoon,” you grumble under your breath as you change into jeans and a sweater. “Fuck him and his stupid, sexy face. And his unbelievable ass. And his stupid, probably enormous penis. Man, I hate him.”
As you’re re-entering the living room and grabbing your important items (keys, wallet, lip gloss just in-case), Jimin pops his head out of his blanket cave.
“Where are you going?” He asks, suddenly less annoyed and more pathetic. “You’re leaving me?”
“I have to go meet Namjoon for coffee. I don’t know why, so don’t ask.”
“You’re really going to let me suffer here? Alone? With no coffee?”
You spin around to face your best friend, who’s giving you an absolutely soul-crushing pout and puppy eyes.
“Yes. Call Yoongi.”
His precious pout is wiped away, and a devious smirk takes its place.
“Great idea!” He says as he digs around for his phone. “Be careful out there! It’s icy! Wouldn’t want you to slip and fall on Namjoon’s dick.”
Your only reply is one singular middle finger in Jimin’s direction as you exit your apartment.
Namjoon can’t help but smile as he sips his warm coffee. The cafe is warm and bright, despite the chill outside.
Things feel peaceful. Tender flakes of snow trickle down outside and frost up the shop’s window. There’s something about this time of year that strikes him down to the core. Something cozy, something warm.
It’s odd to think this will be his first year not celebrating the holiday alone.
Even if it is... well, fake.
The bell over the door chimes an arrival, and Namjoon can tell by the grumbles and grunts and stomps of snowy boots that it’s you.
“Over here!” He calls, raising a hand and turning to face you.
Wow, he thinks. You look gorgeous, even without trying.
You hurry your way over to the booth and plop yourself on the opposite side, immediately lunging for the obvious mug of coffee waiting for you on the table. You don’t waste a minute gulping the liquid down your throat, then spluttering when you realize it’s still hot.
“I thought you said it was getting cold!” You cry, airing out your burnt tongue. Namjoon can’t help but imagine that tongue sliding up and down his cock.
Not now. Wrong time and place to get a boner.
Namjoon smiles as he sips his cappuccino.
“I got you a fresh one.”
You make a face, but your features soften. As if you’re pleased with the idea that Namjoon cared to freshen up your cup.
“Oh, well--”, you manage. “Thank you.”
Namjoon doesn’t reply, but merely tips his head. The silence is thick enough to cut with a knife. Normally, you’re both normally so wound up in aggravating the other that a moment of calm is strange, but not unwelcome.
“So, why the early morning wake up?” You finally ask, fiddling with the handle of the mug.
Namjoon settles his cup down.
“We need to get to know each other. Deep shit, you know. The shit that lovers would know about each other.”
He notices you, watches as you nibble at your lip. You try hard to hide it behind the mug you lift to your lips, but Namjoon notices.
“I’m hoping maybe we could spend the day together,” he adds. “I need to get some Christmas gifts for my family and… well, it’s rather lonely doing it on my own.”
There’s a slight smile at the ends of your lips.
“And you needed me at seven thirty in the morning to do that?”
He stifles a laugh.
“Like I said, I operate at regular human hours. Even on weekends,” he replies.
With a dramatic sigh, you agree.
“Fine,” you say. “I’m an open book. Ask me anything.”
He watches as you settle into the seat of the booth, hands gripping the warm mug like it’s a personal heater. He notices you’re only wearing jeans and a sweater--no properly warm clothing for the snow storm ahead. He’ll have to fix that, and soon.
“What are you doing for Christmas?” He asks.
You level a look.
“Spending it pretending to be in love with you.”
Namjoon can’t help but snort a laugh.
“I meant after that.”
You shrug as you settle back into the seat.
“I don’t like Christmas. I don’t do much other than force Jimin to kiss me under the mistletoe and watch shitty movies with a gallon of boxed wine.”
“Hmm,” he hums. “You’re sort of a Grinch.”
A scowl comes over your face.
“I am not! I just don’t buy into this whole ‘prove how much you love me by buying me things’ shit. It’s a big scheme, I tell you! Capitalist propaganda! They encourage you to spend all your money, and if you don’t, they shame and guilt you by telling you you don’t love your family enough.”
Namjoon can’t help but laugh as you rant. It’s what makes you such a talented lawyer—your ability to feel a passion so deep within you you’re able to convince a stone-faced jury of your side.
“Don’t laugh at me!” You cry. “I’m serious! My family doesn’t celebrate, I don’t celebrate. I’d rather just buy gifts for my loved ones when I see something they’d like. Why do we have to put a time of year on it?”
He shrugs and scooches his mug around the carbonate table.
“I suppose that makes sense,” he muses. “But you’re still a Grinch. And a Scrooge. You’ll definitely get visited by some Ghosts at midnight.”
“Ha ha,” you snark sarcastically. “Hilarious, Namjoon. Don’t tell me you’re a big festive guy.”
“Somewhat. It’s my Mom’s favorite holiday. It’s why she’s so bent out of shape about me having a girlfriend. Something about family and love and shit.”
You nod, understanding him completely. Your own mother, despite her reservations towards the holiday, still makes a fuss over your single status. There must be some Mom code to obsess over your children’s woeful dating life.
“Well, I say let’s get on with it then. Ready to hit the shops?” He asks.
You’re mid-sip of your finally cooled coffee and you send a desperate look to the man in front of you.
“Already?!”
“We’re burning daylight, baby.”
Namjoon stands and you can’t help but feel a roar of flames in your belly at the pet-name. Your cheeks are surely flaming up and you admonish yourself for getting so peaked about such a trivial name.
“Please don’t tell me we’re walking,” you murmur as you sneak a peek outside.
The snow is falling down harder now, and you’re dreadfully underdressed for the weather.
Namjoon tsks at your lack of outerwear, but then shakes his head.
“No, we’ll take my Range Rover.”
You roll your eyes and grimace.
“Of course. You have a fucking Nespresso machine and a Range Rover. Asshole.”
Namjoon doesn’t even think about it as he grabs your hand and laces his fingers in between yours. If anyone asked, he’d say it’s practice—to familiarize himself with the way your fingers slot between his own so it’s not such a foreign concept when he does it in front of his family.
“Yeah, but I’m your asshole now, princess.”
Christmas shopping with Namjoon is mostly painless.
Normally, you dread the lines and the crowds and the confusion and the expense.
But with Namjoon, you relax and banter away with the tall lawyer. You’re completely at ease as you walk through crowded aisles and sort through racks of cashmere sweaters and stacks of fuzzy blankets.
“Mom will love this, don’t you think?” Namjoon asks, holding up a thick, exquisite looking blanket.
You’re about to answer with an affirmative when you catch yourself. You don’t even know his mom. You’ve never met the woman. Why does it feel as if Namjoon is someone you’ve known your entire life?
Why do things feel so easy with him?
“Sure, Namjoon,” you reply. “Seems like something most mother’s would be into.”
He smiles at you. It’s a genuine smile too, one that nearly knocks you on your ass. Your body is sent into overdrive constantly. He holds your hand, he places his hand at the small of your back to guide you through a thick crowd. He calls you baby and princess and doll.
It’s confusing.
It’s amazing.
You can’t tell if you love it or hate it.
Namjoon pushes the shopping cart and walks beside you, chatting easily about his various aunts and uncles names that you likely must remember at some point but you just can’t think about anything but Namjoon, Namjoon, Namjoon.
You hate him. He stole that corner office from you. He’s going to take the promotion you want from right under your nose. He has a goddamn Nespresso in his office and a Range Rover.
And yet, you can’t help but fall in place next to him and listen to him tell stories of his childhood, weaving tales of uncles who snuck him his first sips of alcohol and aunts who spoil him rotten. He’s easy to listen to, a natural story-teller. Your body feels warm, as if you’re sitting on a large hearth by a roaring fire. He’s comforting.
It’s infuriating and wonderful all at once.
“And that’s when my cousin Jungkook got caught smoking cigarettes. My grandma beat our ass so bad I couldn’t sit for a day.”
Namjoon finishes his story and turns to look at you. You’ve been staring at the man for nearly a minute straight now.
“Hey,” his voice is soft. “You listening?”
You shake out of the trance Namjoon’s deep voice sends you into.
“Yeah!” You reply with a smirk. “Sounds like this Jungkook is a guy I’d like to meet.”
Namjoon sucks his teeth and nudges you.
“Hey, you’re my girlfriend, remember.”
You stick your tongue out at him playfully.
“Fake girlfriend. I’m still a single, desirable lady at the end of the day.”
Namjoon hesitates before answering. He wants to reply something snarky, something sarcastic and witty. But he takes a moment to pause, allows himself to fully immerse himself in you. Even hungover, in yesterday’s jeans and an old sweater, you’re still an absolute catch. You’re the definition of desirable and Namjoon can’t help but allow himself to desire.
“Hmm, is that what you call it?” He asks, now allowing the sarcasm to permeate his words. “I was thinking you’re more of the spinster, cat-lady type.”
“Hey!” You pout as you slap at his arm. “I’m allergic to cats!”
“But you don’t deny being a spinster.”
“Fuck you, Namjoon.”
He grins and pushes the carts towards the candle aisle, a sure-fire gift for his aunties.
“In due time, my love.”
By the time Christmas Eve arrives, you’ve spent nearly every day with Namjoon. At work, he brings you fresh coffee from his Nespresso and buys you lunch. You’ve even landed his big case, an incredibly complex lawsuit that will showcase your skills. Namjoon gives you pointers and space to talk through the case with him.
Namjoon is, in fact, simply being kind. And it unsettles you.
Your heart and brain are at war with each other constantly. You should hate him, loathe him. He’s going to nail that promotion regardless of what you prove to Seokjin.
But your heart tells you he deserves it. He’s an incredible attorney and has earned every ounce of respect. You want Namjoon to get that promotion just to see that smile on his face. He’d do incredible things as Seokjin’s protege to take over the firm.
You hate to admit it, but Namjoon has melted the ice around your heart. And you’re dreading the day after all this is over, because it will be the day Namjoon stops holding you close and pressing soft kisses to your temple. It will be the day he stops pretending this is all real.
It’s Christmas Eve and you’re sitting in Namjoon’s expensive Range Rover, plush leather seat toasty from the built-in seat warmer. You can’t help but marvel at the way the oncoming headlights brighten up Namjoon’s features as he drives you down a snowy mountain lane. They always hold the Kim family holiday party at Namjoon’s late grandfather’s cabin in the mountains, a quiet getaway for the family to gather and spend the night together to wake up on Christmas morning and gather around for presents and food.
Which means waking up to Kim Namjoon.
It’s something you’ve dreamt of often, but denied yourself any actual possibility of it. Namjoon was always out of reach, and it was easier to hate him for his success he rightfully deserved than it was to admit the feelings that were always inside.
And now, although it’s artificial, you can’t bear to think of not spending your time with Namjoon anymore.
You steal a glance again at him, and smile as you hear his faint humming. He loves Christmas music. You learned that early in the week during another early morning coffee and ‘get to know you’ before work. Namjoon couldn’t stop singing Mariah Carey’s classic pop song under his breath as it played over the speakers in the cafe.
“It’s so pretty up here,” you muse as you force your vision away from Namjoon’s gorgeous face to the snowy scenery outside.
The snow is falling gently, not enough to cause a blizzard but enough to make it seem like you’re trapped in a picturesque snow-globe. Leaving the city and entering the magical forest stirs an emotion inside you you hadn’t felt in some time.
It’s Christmas Eve and there’s just something magical.
Ugh. Unbelievable.
Namjoon has even made you actually enjoy Christmas.
He nods. “Yeah, it’s my favorite place in the world, I think.”
“I can see why,” you sigh. “It looks like a painting.”
Namjoon glances over at you peering through the window. His heart hammers in his chest hard as your glittering eyes bounce around from tree to tree, a pretty smile on your face. The diamond ring in his pocket feels like it weighs a literal ton and he nibbles at his lip.
He bought it for the showmanship of it all, initially. It was his first purchase he made when he set up this whole rouse.
But now, it feels real. It feels like he’s really about to get on one knee and ask you, the girl he’s absolutely head over heels for, to marry him.
And then it will be over.
He’ll make up some story to tell his mom about how it didn’t work out and you’ll go back to being his coworker, and nothing more.
Namjoon can’t fight the sinking feeling in his stomach.
Nothing more.
He pulls into the driveway before you even have time to realize you’re there. He puts the car in park and smiles over at you.
He looks so cute in his puffy winter coat, hair pushed to the side and a smile that’s all dimples and cheeks.
Fuck.
“We’re here,” he whispers. “You ready?”
Suddenly, the nerves of meeting your fake boyfriend’s entire family slap you right in the face. You hope that you’re a good enough actress to get Namjoon through the night and into the morning.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.”
He nods and squeezes your hand, an unspoken comforting ‘I got you’.
Namjoon gathers his wrapped gifts and stacks them all in his arms, ignoring your pleas and giggles to help carry them in.
“No, no,” he assures. “I have to make sure my mom sees me being manly and helpful.”
As if on cue, the front door opens and Mrs. Kim is bursting out into the snowy night.
“Namjoon!” She shrieks, completely overjoyed. The rest of the family is standing by the door, eyeing you carefully with smiles and whispers. You pray to whatever Christmas God that’s listening that you can do this.
Namjoon sets the pile of gifts down just in time to wrap his delicate and tiny mother in his arms, hugging her tightly while she gleefully buries her face into her tall son’s chest.
“Oh, my son, I’ve missed you.”
Namjoon kisses the crown of her head and smiles.
“Missed you too, eomma.”
The scene has you misty-eyed and you swipe at your eyes to stop the tears. There’s no way you’re ruining the fantastic makeup you did for the occasion, but the reunion of Namjoon and his mother is heart-warming. He clearly cares for his mother more than he would outwardly admit.
Namjoon and his mother unwrap from each other and Namjoon turns towards you.
“Everyone, this is ____,” he breathes. “My girlfriend.”
His mother’s gleeful squeals now turn to you, and within an instant she’s gathering you up in just as tight of a hug as she did to her son.
“Oh, darling, we are so happy to meet you,” she beams.
The excitement in her voice makes you feel bad—like you’re conning an old woman out of her retirement. You’re instilling a sense of hope in the kind woman, and you can’t help but send Namjoon a look as you wrap your arms around her and return the embrace. His eyes sparkle with something you can’t read.
“I’m happy to meet you too,” you smile as you pull apart. “Thank you for letting me come.”
“No thanks necessary,” she admonishes with a wink. “We had to beg Namjoon to bring you. It seems he wants to keep you all to himself.”
“Eomma!” Namjoon snaps. “Be appropriate!”
She nudges you with her elbow knowingly, which makes your cheeks flame hot, before she leads the way back into the house.
“Come in, come in! Let’s get out of this snow.”
Namjoon encourages you to step inside with a gentle hand at the small of your back—a touch that makes your body light up brighter than a Christmas tree.
“Thank you,” he whispers in your ear from behind. You can feel the warmth of his lips and your body reacts.
How is it that any simple act makes you desperately horny for the man? You pray for some respite from your sexual frustration over the next day. How are you going to last over 24 hours?
Namjoon deposits his massive haul of gifts under the tree and returns to your side, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to bring you close. He introduces you to uncles and aunts and cousins. He even introduces you to his infamous cousin, Jungkook, who smirks at you in a way that makes Namjoon pull you in closer to his body.
“Are you doing okay?” Namjoon finally asks after the rush of relatives greeting you dies down. He turns you towards him, to face him directly with his hands on either of your shoulders. “You’re killing it.”
You can’t help but smile. Namjoon’s family is all incredibly kind and funny. They welcome you into the family with ease and it chips away a little more each time at your heart.
Because this is all fake.
One day, Namjoon really will have a girlfriend to bring to Christmas and to show off to his relatives and it won’t be you. You’ll be back at your apartment, watching shitty TV re-runs and binging on Chinese takeout, as you do every year. It���s a jab at your heart each time the bitter truth rears its ugly head.
“Yeah,” you nod. “I’m great.”
“Look!” Jungkook shouts. “They’re standing under the mistletoe!”
Namjoon blushes a shade of red that likely matches a blush on your own cheeks. Sure enough, the green branches of the mistletoe taunt you from above.
You’ve never kissed Namjoon before. In all the skinship and closeness of the last week, you’ve still yet to close the gap to kissing the man.
“Oh, come on Kook, that’s a stupid tradition,” Namjoon murmurs awkwardly, rubbing at the back of his neck.
Jungkook smirks as he steps up next to you.
“Well, if you’re not going to do it, I’d be more than happy to take your place.”
Jungkook wraps a loose arm around you and gives you a charming smile. He must be very popular with the ladies, you think. That’s a charming smile.
“Hey!” Namjoon grabs for your hand and tugs you out of Jungkook’s predatory gaze. “She’s my girlfriend.”
Namjoon looks at you for a moment, assessing your comfort level with everything about to take place. His lips look so inviting, so plush and warm. Now that you’re thinking about kissing him, you can’t help but focus on the way his lips pucker so gently and naturally.
And then it happens. Namjoon lowers his face towards you and it feels as if the world is in slow-motion. It’s happening.
The first press of his lips is soft and conservative. You take a split second to register, but instinctively you press against his lips with determination and wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.
He groans softly as you trail your tongue out to seek purchase in his mouth, and he opens for you without hesitation. His hands grip at your waist and bring your body flush against his. You can feel his cock twitching and rising from the kiss that’s gone from innocent and playful to passionate and deep. It feels like the world around you has stopped and the only thing that matters is Namjoon, his mouth, his body against your own. He tastes like hot chocolate and peppermint, and you want more, more.
“Oh my god, stop,” Jungkook’s voice shatters your illusion of being all alone with Namjoon. “Now you’re just showing off.”
Namjoon pulls away from you, eyes dazed as he tries to right himself.
“You two are just so perfect for each other,” Namjoon’s mother says, who’s suddenly appeared in Jungkook’s place. “Let me show you your bedroom.”
“Oh, we’re sharing?” You ask without thought. It’s a large house, with ample bedrooms surely for you to have your own space.
Namjoon nudges you in the ribs gently, eyes widening and mouthing a ‘what the fuck do you mean?’
“Of course dear, don’t be silly,” his mother replies with an eyebrow waggle and a chuckle. “I remember when your father and I were dating. He would sneak into my room after my parents went to bed and keep me up all night long. Your grandfather would ask me if I had terrible dreams that night, because I looked so tired.”
Namjoon makes a face. “Eomma, please,” he begs. “Please don’t talk about my parents like that.”
As his mother guides you down a long hallway, your mind is whirring with too many thoughts of Namjoon, of sharing a bedroom with Namjoon, of seeing his sleeping face and waking up next to him. It’s all too much, too overwhelming. You pray there’s a couch in the room you could sleep on, because you’re far too weak and you’d rather fight the desperation in your body than face the fact that you want nothing more than to curl right into Namjoon’s strong arms and let him hold you all night to sleep.
Fuck.
“Here we are!”
His mother opens the door with grace, and flicks on the light. The room is beautiful in its simplicity. A king sized bed, a fireplace, and a balcony with a view of the sprawling snowy scene outside. It’s cozy and warm and decorated with its own Christmas tree.
“Wow,” is all you can muster.
“Aish, Mom,” Namjoon sighs as he drops his bags. “You didn’t need to do all of this for us.”
Mrs. Kim holds his hand in both of hers. “Well, I know how special this Christmas is going to be,” she winks. “I want you to enjoy your time here. Now, I’ll leave you two alone for a bit. Dinner is in an hour, so ‘freshen up’!”
Another wink, and Namjoon makes another face. She definitely wants grandchildren, that much is for certain.
She closes the door behind her and you’re left standing in the room, overnight bag in hand.
“This is—Wow, this is amazing.”
You’ve never experienced Christmas like this—with decorations and warmth and family. It’s as if the love of the Kim family permeates the very walls of the expansive cabin, like it’s built into the foundation itself. For a moment, you allow yourself to soak it all in. This is all yours. It’s your Christmas and you finally understand why so many make such a fuss over it. The results are nothing short of remarkable.
“Yeah, she really does the most,” Namjoon laughs.
He takes the bag from your hand without your notice and you step towards the balcony to peer into the night. The landscape looks as if everything has been covered in soft marshmallow. The snow is untouched—picture perfect.
“I’ve never had anything like this before.”
Namjoon settles your bag and his on the bed, watching as you soak in your own wonder. The smile on your face is not one he sees often, one of pure joy. Namjoon swallows hard as he realizes he wants to be the one to always put that smile on your face.
“Not such a Scrooge after all, eh?”
You turn from the still-life view outside and back to Namjoon, where he stands at the foot of the bed. He looks so different outside the office. He’s wearing skinny jeans and a flannel shirt, his puffy jacket hanging by the door. No cream suit, no slicked back hair or shoes shiny enough to see your reflection. Just simply Namjoon.
He’s no longer the man who steals the limelight in the office. He’s no longer the man you see as your adversary or your rival.
He’s the man who’s showing you the magic of Christmas, the spirit of love and kindness that embodies the season.
He’s the man you’ve fallen in love with.
And yet, he’s the man who will leave once this is over and return to his proper life, and you to yours. He’ll return to sleeping with models and movie starlets, and you’ll return to binge watching Great British Bake-Off with Jimin and a carton of Chicken Tikka Masala.
And Christmas will never feel as special as it does now.
So, you’re determined to soak in it for a little longer. It’s going to hurt regardless, so why not push that hurt off until tomorrow and allow yourself to pretend you live the lie you’re spinning for Namjoon’s family?
“I think I’ll just freshen up and change into my dinner outfit, then?” You ask out loud, grabbing for your overnight bag and heading towards the ensuite.
Namjoon, who expected a witty retort, takes a moment to reply.
“Oh,” he coughs. “Yeah, sure. I’ll err—, I’ll just get ready out here.”
You quickly escape into the bathroom, closing the door and resting on it as you exhale a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.
The tension in the bedroom with Namjoon was too thick, too powerful, especially after the kiss you just shared. His cock had been there, straining in his jeans as you licked into his mouth. The kiss felt so natural, as if you had always kissed Namjoon like that. Your heart beats loud and hard in your chest just from the thought of it.
You really needed to get a handle over yourself. You still have dinner to get through, and an entire night in a bedroom with Namjoon. A bed with Namjoon.
No, you won’t allow yourself to go that far. You can pretend you’re his girlfriend, but all thoughts of his delectable body doing scintillating things to yours is strictly off-limits. You shake all thoughts of a thick, heavy cock sliding into your mouth and warm hands spreading you open, and set about fixing your makeup and changing into the gorgeous cocktail dress you purchased for the occasion. It wasn’t often you got to get dressed up. The emerald green velvet dress clings to your body and highlights your curves. It’s a sexy dress, definitely, but also appropriate for a formal evening with your boyfriend’s parents.
Well, your fake boyfriend. Right.
After fixing your hair and buckling your heels, you take one last glimpse in the mirror for good luck and exit the room.
Your breath is nearly knocked out of your lungs as you see Namjoon.
You’ve seen him dressed up for court and for TV appearances millions of times, but you’ve never seen him like this.
He wears a blood red button up without a tie, a few buttons open to emphasize the casual look, tucked into the tightest and sexiest slacks you’ve ever seen. They hug his thighs and sit at a spot on his waist that you just know is rippling with cut lines from his work in the gym. His hair is tucked back with a bit of hairspray, and he’s fixing the sleeves of his shirt when he sees you.
His eyes widen and his hands fall to his sides as he soaks in your appearance.
An absolute vision.
He can see the gentle valley between your breasts and the way your dress pushes up your cleavage and displays your collar. The dress follows the delicate curve of your waist and hips and ends at your knee, but teases him with a glimpse of thigh that has him wiping his mouth in case he’s drooling.
“You look incredible,” Namjoon murmurs as you step closer.
“So do you.”
You swallow hard as he continues closer to you, breathing harshly as he stands right in front of you. You could reach out and unbuckle his expensive slacks and fist his cock right there. You’d fall on your knees for him, if he asked.
There’s a moment of silence as Namjoon’s face inches closer and closer to your own, each unable to verbalize just how desperate either of you feel for the other.
“Namjoon, I—,” you start. You want to tell him. You want to tell him everything—that you don’t want this to be fake, that you want this to be real, and you want to be his and his forever.
“Yes?”
You swallow hard, shaken by just how close his lips are to yours. He’s inches away and all you can focus on is the way his plush lips look and how well they fit against your own under the mistletoe.
“I just—, I really um, I’m just very…”
You’re not making sense. Comprehension of language is quickly soaring out the window because the only words you know are ‘Please, for the love of God, kiss me and make me yours’, but you can’t bring yourself to speak them out loud.
Namjoon’s hand cups your cheek, as if he can tell what you’re trying to say.
“Yeah,” he breathes. The inches between you turn to centimeters, to bare millimeters. Your eyes flutter close as you feel his breath dance over your lips and your heart beats so loud you’re sure the entire household can hear it. He’s right there and moves in to close the distance—
“Knock Knock!!”
The forceful, cheery voice of cousin Jungkook forces both of you to jump away from each other as if you’ve touched a burning stove. Your head feels light, like you’ve forgotten to breathe for the last ten minutes and you’ve suddenly taken in too much air.
The wooden door squeaks open and Jungkook pokes his head in, a shit-eating grin on his face.
“Auntie sent me to get you. It’s dinnertime!”
Namjoon rubs his face frustratedly. “Yes, thank you, Jungkook.”
Jungkook doesn’t leave, however. He smiles at you and winks.
“Would you like an escort to dinner, madame? You look tastier than the roast beef downstairs.”
A blush creeps over your cheeks as Namjoon storms to the door where his cousin laughs.
“That’s enough, Kook. We’ll be down in a minute.”
He sends you one more grin, then retreats from the door and closes it behind him.
“Sorry about that,” Namjoon apologizes. You’re not sure what he’s apologizing for—Jungkook, or the moment before.
“It’s alright. Let’s go?”
Namjoon nods and holds out his hand with a smile.
“Let’s go, girlfriend.”
Dinner with the Kim family is as delightful as every other interaction with them has been. They’re polite and funny and ask questions about your life and your family.
They ask how you met Namjoon (at work), what your favorite quality about him is (his smile and his ass), and what your first date together was (coffee at seven in the morning).
You tell stories of Namjoon in the office, of your best friend Park Jimin who’s secretly trying to date the IT manager, of your parents and Christmases past.
By the time dessert is served, Namjoon’s mother looks at you as if you’ve put the very stars in the sky.
Namjoon doesn’t miss that look either. He can see the way his family is falling in love with you and somewhere deep in his stomach, he feels the guilt rising. All of this is a lie. Not only is he going to break his own heart, but every heart of his family member’s too.
“We’re all just so overjoyed that Namjoon has found someone to share his life with,” his mom speaks softly. It’s the first time she’s been thoughtful and quiet. She’s a woman who’s larger than life, you’ve found, so the softness in her tone strikes a chord. “You’re absolutely perfect for him. I’ve never seen him happier.”
Fuck.
“Thank you,” you murmur sincerely to his mother. “I’ve never been happier.”
Namjoon peers up from where he’s been pushing around his uncle’s famous chocolate cake on his plate to watch as you speak.
“Truthfully, I never cared much for Christmas. I thought it was a rubbish holiday and spent it alone every year with a bottle of wine and some takeout. Namjoon really changed that for me,” you smile at the man and place your hand in his lap to hold his free hand. “He showed me more about Christmas in one week than I’ve felt in my entire life.”
Namjoon’s mom wipes away an errant tear and he squeezes your hand under the table.
“I guess the Grinch’s heart has grown 3 sizes, after all.”
Namjoon’s joke lightens the soft mood, and suddenly there’s chatter around as the family members move about to wash dishes and clean up the mess of dinner. Everyone leaves the table except for you and Namjoon.
“That was some good acting,” he whispers with a sad smile.
“Right,” you whisper back, nibbling your lip anxiously. “Acting, of course.”
You should have thought through the bedroom sharing thing more.
Because sharing a bedroom is one thing.
And sharing a bed is another.
And of course, the only pajamas you thought to bring tonight is a very sexy long shirt that says “no coffee, no talking” with a bedazzled pair of shushing lips. That’s it. Just a single shirt. Not even a pair of shorts or pajama pants.
You slip into the bed first, as far onto one side of it as possible. It’s a king sized bed, and it still feels too intimate, too close.
Namjoon exits the bathroom after his shower, rubbing at his wet hair with a towel. He’s shirtless, wearing only a pair of flannel pajamas, leaving his bare chest on display.
Sweet lord in heaven, you nearly cry out loud. He’s absolutely ripped, pecs defined and droplets of water from his hair streaming down. You want to chase each drop with your tongue and circle back again. You shut your eyes tight and clench your teeth. Why, oh why, does he have to look so fucking sexy at a time like this?
Namjoon sees you at the edge of the bed, shutting your eyes closed like you’re a shy schoolgirl afraid to see a naked man’s body. He feels guilty for making you be here. He knows you’ve likely got better things to do than spend time with a man you openly hate.
“I’m sorry,” he apologizes for nothing in particular.
You ignore it. Instead, you’re trying to think of every un-sexy thing in the world you can possibly imagine. Taxes, a bunch of bees, old people, shark attacks.
There’s absolutely nothing that can stop the image of Namjoon’s perfectly sculpted body from bursting into your mind. You’re nearly pleading with yourself to just go to sleep and contemplate how hard you’d need to hit your head to knock yourself out as fast as possible.
“I’ll sleep on the floor,” he says as he grabs a small throw blanket from the closet and throws it to the ground by the fire.
It snaps you from your musings of how best to forget how badly you want to suck Namjoon’s cock through his pajama pants.
“What?” You sit up in the posh bed and finally make eye-contact. “Why? It’s freezing. There’s a literal snowstorm outside.” You motion to the window of the balcony. What was once a gentle snowfall is now a full-on winter storm.
“There’s a fire. I’ll be fine, I sleep hot anyway.” Namjoon’s voice is low and without energy. He almost sounds sad.
God, is being with you that hard for him? You know you’re just the artificial replacement until he has the real thing, but you’d actually hoped Namjoon had found it as comforting and warm as you had.
“Namjoon,” you sigh. “This is a king-sized bed. You don’t need to be waking up with back pain because you gallantly slept on the floor.”
To emphasize your point, you tug back the blankets on the other side, beckoning him to join.
He hesitates for a moment, as if he’s weighing the pro’s and con’s and sliding into bed next to you in his mind, then stands and pads his way on the plush carpet towards the bed and slips in.
There’s an entire football field of distance between you two in the bed, but it feels like he’s right beside you. You imagine sliding in right next to him, wrapping your arms around his taut chest and pressing soft kisses to his stomach.
You squeeze your eyes closed again. Stop it, you horny slut.
“Thank you, again.” Namjoon breaks the silence. “I really appreciate you helping me out.”
“Yeah,” you swallow hard. “Of course. What else was I going to do? Jimin’s probably sucking Yoongi’s dick right now, so I’d be watching baking shows alone.”
Namjoon laughs for a moment, then quiets.
“You know, I don’t even really want that promotion at work.”
You’re surprised by the sudden change in topic, but you turn over to face Namjoon.
“What?! Really?”
Namjoon nods and stares at the ceiling. “I don’t think I’m that good of an attorney to get it, anyway.”
His statement makes you sit up in bed again, staring at the man in disbelief.
“Are you fucking kidding me, Namjoon? You’re the best lawyer in the firm.”
Namjoon says nothing, just turns to stare at you curiously as you continue.
“You’re like… literally better than Seokjin, too. The way you handled the Taehyung case was nothing short of historical. Like, that was an impossible case, and you nailed it. That was your ‘OJ’ case, you know?”
Namjoon barks a laugh.
“My what?”
“Your OJ case!” You use your hands to emphasize the importance of what you’re saying. “Like, they’ll write about you and how impossible the odds were of winning that case. And you won it! Not even Seokjin could have won that case.”
He’s silent again, watching as you speak directly from your heart with all the fire and passion you feel about the things you care about. It’s what makes you such an incredible lawyer, too.
“Wow,” he breathes. “Thank you.”
You settle back down from your excitement, suddenly bashful at how fanatical you became.
“You’re welcome,” you murmur. “You deserve that promotion. And the office.”
Namjoon smirks.
“And the Nespresso?”
Your eyes narrow and send a glare to him he can see even with the faintest of light in the room.
“No, no one deserves the Nespresso, except for me.”
He chuckles and settles down into his pillows.
“Goodnight,” he whispers.
“Goodnight, Namjoon.”
There’s a beat of silence and your eyes flutter shut easily. It’s quiet, and all you can hear is the crackle of the log in the fireplace and the wind blowing past the balcony windows as the storm outside rages.
“Oh,” Namjoon whispers again. “And, Merry Christmas.”
You can’t fight the smile that creeps onto your face.
“Merry Christmas, Joonie.”
“Happy Christmas!” A voice bellows through your bedroom at approximately seven fifteen am.
You groan, immediately grimacing and burying your face into your firm, warm pillow.
“Nooooo,” you whine, trying to hide from the offending noise.
Namjoon shakes awake, and notices Jungkook standing at the bedroom door once again.
“It’s time for presents!” He giddily explains. “And, they gave me the job of waking you two up.”
“Of course,” Namjoon yawns.
“You look a little wrapped up,” Jungkook smirks, eyeing your sleeping body. “I’ll give you two a minute. Don’t get distracted.”
Namjoon rolls his eyes and watches as the door closes, before he turns his attention towards you.
Somehow, in the middle of the night, you’ve scooched yourself to his side of the bed and draped your body around his. Your face is buried in his chest and your legs are haphazardly intertwined in his own.
He bites his lip. His cock is rock solid, not just from his usual morning wood, but from the way he can feel your tits through your shirt, and from the sight of your pink panties. Namjoon wants to take them off with his teeth and bury his face in your delicious cunt, and his cock is nearly screaming at him to get on with it.
“Hey,” he whispers to you, actively ignoring the demon that is his turgid length. “Wake up.”
This causes you to cling harder to his chest, rubbing your sleepy face on him.
“What is it with you and early mornings?” You ask, blearily raising your head to peer at him judgementally.
Namjoon bites his lip, curious about your reaction to the tight embrace you’ve got on him. He doesn’t want to say anything, doesn’t want to break the spell. Frankly, he wants to push your sleep shirt up and stuff you full of his cum.
“Merry Christmas?” He offers shyly.
You take a full minute to recognize what’s happening.
You’re no longer on your edge of the bed. You’re wrapped around the man like a koala, legs strewn over him without care and clinging to him like he’s a lifeline.
“Oh!” You gasp as you jerk out of his grasp.
In your movement, your leg brushes over an obvious tent in Namjoon’s pants, making him groan softly. You shut your eyes, embarrassed at how disgustingly horny you are for the man who’s not even interested in you sexually.
“Christ, I’m so sorry,” your cheeks flame bright red and you scoot further from him.
“No, no, don’t be,” Namjoon wheezes as he tries to fix himself. “It’s fine. It’s more than fine. It’s great. It happens. Don’t worry.”
He continues to stammer out reassurances as he leaves the bed and bolts into the bathroom to fix his unruly tented pants, leaving you sitting atop the bed washed with shame.
“Fucking hell,” you whisper to yourself as you rub at your cheeks. “Get a grip of yourself.”
Inside the bathroom, it only takes Namjoon a few fisted jerks of his cock and the mental image of you beneath him, begging for him, until he’s silently cumming on an expensive towel. He bites his free hand to stifle the moans he makes as his cock pulses.
By the time he arrives back in the bedroom, you’ve changed into a hoodie and yoga leggings that accentuate your ass so delectably that Namjoon thinks about turning right back into the bathroom for a second round.
“I’m sorry!” You nearly shout when he walks into the room. “About the bed. You were warm and I was cold. That’s all.”
Nmajoon simply nods, doesn’t want to have to explain how he wishes he could wake up like that every day. Doesn’t want to describe in vivid detail how he’d wake you up with his tongue buried deep in your cunt.
“Let me grab a shirt and we’ll head out, yeah?”
Your eyes dance over the defined ridges of his body, a little crest-fallen at the idea that this might be the last time you see him shirtless, but you nod anyway.
“Yeah.”
The ring box sits in a deceptively large box beneath the tree. Namjoon wrapped it last night and hide it at the very back. His heartbeat hammers in his ears as his family passes around gifts and opens each with squeals of delight.
His mother gave him new ties for the office, ones that Namjoon prefers. She’s even gifted you with jewelry, which makes your eyes water at the sentiment.
It all begins to be too much. It’s harder and harder to hold back the tears as each of Namjoon’s family members gives you gifts. It doesn’t matter the value, not at all. The fact that they specifically set out to include you in their gift-unwrapping makes your heart snap in two.
This is all too much, it’s too real.
It’s everything you never dreamed you could have. A loving partner who lets you sit in the space of his legs and rubs your arms soothingly. A family who goes out of their way to include you in the abundance of love and company. A cabin so warm and cozy.
The tears don’t stop.
It’s at the end of the gift exchange that you finally allow yourself to breathe.
“There’s one more,” Namjoon whispers as he moves from behind you and fetches a large box from behind the tree. “It’s for you, princess.”
Curiously, and suspiciously, you eye him as he sets the enormous gift in your lap. You had done nearly all his Christmas shopping with him, and can’t remember a single thing he would have gotten for you.
“I hope it’s the Nespresso from your office,” you snark with a smile. His family members all laugh and exchange knowing looks to each other.
Namjoon doesn’t think he can breathe. He watches as you begin to carefully unwrap the large box, which reveals another box, slightly smaller. He can’t help but grin as you continue to unwrap the nesting-doll style gift until you’re down to the smallest one, the one that holds the ring box.
With one last tear of paper, your eyes widen as you recognize the velvet box.
“Oh--,” you breathe as you delicately pry open the gift.
Inside sits a dazzling and gorgeous diamond ring. It catches the light from the fire and sparkles like a firecracker.
“Oh my god,” you whimper as the tears flow again.
He’s proposing.
Namjoon settles himself onto one knee and tucks an errant piece of hair behind your ears.
“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. I knew from day one that you were always the girl I wanted to marry,”
Namjoon’s speech sends daggers to your heart. He’s so convincing for something so counterfeit.
“I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember, much longer than we’ve been together. You’re who I want to come home to every night, and who I want to wake up with every morning.”
It hurts. It hurts so badly that you’re crying even harder as he continues to speak. His family must think you’re simply overcome with emotion and love that the crying doesn’t give it away, but inside you’re absolutely dying.
There’s no way you can recover from this.
Tomorrow, Namjoon will take the ring back to where he got it from and return to what he had before. He’ll leave you behind, broken and hopelessly in love with a man who faked a relationship so well that you fell for it, hard.
“____, will you marry me?”
You take several large, gulping gasps to reply. You can’t shatter the illusion. Namjoon’s parents are weeping with joy, while his relatives record the moment on their phones and wipe away errant tears. Even Jungkook looks soft, proud of his cousin for taking the next step in his life.
Oh, how you wish this were all real.
“Yes,” you lie with a smile. “Yes, Namjoon, of course!”
Namjoon grins and pulls you to standing, gathering you in his arms as he hugs you tight. His family cheers and hollers in the background, and you sob into his shoulder as you cling to him.
He easily slides the diamond ring out of the box and onto your finger, where it sits and taunts you. The weight is heavy, and you whimper at the realization that this will never be for you. It will sit atop a pretty model’s finger sometime soon, when Namjoon resumes his regular life.
“Oh, my darlings, I am so happy for you!” Namjoon’s mother appears and wraps you both in a hug, weeping and kissing cheeks. “We must discuss planning!”
It’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back. The tears and weeping turn to wracking sobs, which quiets the family as they watch you hold your face in your hands.
“I’m sorry,” you apologize through your grief. “I—I just need a moment.”
Without another word, you turn from the scene and bolt back towards the bedroom.
It’s silent and Namjoon’s heart sinks.
This must be too much for you, too much for you to pretend to love him. He knew it was too much and he should have discussed it with you beforehand.
“She’s just a little err--,” Namjoon tries. “Easily emotional. I’ll go check on her.”
His family understands as Namjoon hurries towards the bedroom and gently opens the door.
You’re sitting over your overnight bag, trying to shove any clothing into it you can, while you sob openly.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I should have told you. I sort of... told my mom I’d be proposing to my girlfriend.”
There’s pain in your eyes as you snap your head up to look at him. It nearly destroys him.
“You should have warned me!” You gasp. “Namjoon, I can’t do this.”
Namjoon lowers his head and shoves his hands into his pockets of his pajama pants.
“I get it. I know you want to go back to your regular life. I can take you home now.”
You’re silent for a moment, standing and moving towards the man.
“Don’t you get it, Namjoon?”
He raises his head to look at you curiously, brow knitted together with confusion.
“I’m in love with you, you asshole!” You cry, pushing at his chest. “I can’t continue to pretend this is real anymore. I love you, I absolutely love you and I can’t go on watching you pretend you love me too. It’s too much for me to handle.”
Namjoon’s world freezes in time as he watches you slide the ring off your finger. He grasps your hand to stop you, his eyes boring into your own.
“I never had to pretend.”
Before you can speak, Namjoon cups your cheek and pulls you in close, mouth sealing over your own in a desperate kiss.
You don’t fight it, not at all. You sink into his grasp and kiss him back with fervor, with all the pent-up emotions you’ve held back all this time.
“I’m in love with you,” he whispers as he pulls away from the kiss. “I meant every single word I said.”
More tears stream down your cheeks, and Namjoon is quick to wipe them away with his thumb.
“I know it’s maybe too soon for us to really be engaged, but I—I want that, with you,” he adds. “I want you to be my girlfriend… for real.”
“Are you being serious right now?” You ask as your hands cling to Namjoon’s waist.
He can’t help but to laugh, nodding in reassurance as he leans down to press his lips to yours in a tender kiss.
“Never been more serious in my life.”
“I can’t believe you’re mine,” Joon murmurs into the nape of your neck.
You were supposed to be driving home to your apartment now, back to real life, but the snowstorm raged on and Namjoon decided it might be best to spend yet another night in the cabin. Together. As a couple. A real couple.
You didn’t put up much of a fight.
He’s pressing soft kisses into your tender skin as he closes the door to the bedroom.
“All mine, all mine.” He chants it like a mantra.
You’re trying to maneuver your way into the dark bedroom, only guided by the light from the fireplace. Namjoon stops you and pulls away from your neck, eyes soaking in every inch of you.
“You have no idea what I’ve been dying to do to you,” he speaks after a moment of appreciating your beauty.
“Hmm, I think I have some idea,” you say, a finger at Namjoon’s chest, directing him towards the bed. “I’ve been dying to suck your cock, Joon,” you whisper in his ear as he makes his way backwards. “Will you let me?”
Namjoon nods in a daze as he sits on the edge of the bed and watches as you kneel. Your eyes are full of hope, full of lust. It makes his cock harden further.
“Please do,” he breathes. “I’ve wondered what you’d look like with your mouth full of my dick.”
You smile as you tug at his flannel pajama pants, pulling them down thick thighs and calves until they’re completely off. Your mouth waters at the sight before you. Namjoon’s cock is thick, head weeping with pre-cum and straining hard against his taut chest. He’s been working out more, you can tell. His arms are full and strong, and his chest is so firm and defined.
He’s an entire three-course meal.
Before you move closer to his cock, Namjoon stops you.
“Take your shirt off.”
You comply easily, already settling well into an obedient role. He discards the shirt to the side and marvels at your breasts. He can’t wait to mark them up, suck them until you’re crying.
“Perfect,” he sighs. “You’re fucking perfect.”
He allows you to resume your work, eyeing the length of his cock before wrapping a hand around it and gently pumping.
“Shit,” he breathes as his head falls back. “I’ve dreamt about how it’d feel having my cock in your hands.”
“What else have you dreamed about?” You ask with a teasing smile, bringing your lips to the tip to paint tiny stripes. He tastes salty, somewhat earthy, and the pre-cum that’s gathered at the top gets swept up by your tongue.
Namjoon can’t believe how lucky he is. Can’t believe how incredible it feels to have you here, licking at his cock like a lollipop. He’s enchanted by the way your delicate tongue swirls around his head, testing and teasing.
“You look so good, princess,” he whispers as he tucks stray hair behind your ears.
You’re encouraged by his sweet-talk and soon descend to take his cock fully in as far as you can go. You’re definitely out of practice, but you steel yourself up to take him completely to the back of your throat. Namjoon’s desperate moans and cursing only encourages you further.
Soon enough, you’ve started a rhythm of bobbing your head and swirling your tongue and pumping your hand down his thick length. The noises leaving your mouth are sinful—slurping and sucking and whining around him. Namjoon’s got a hand on the back of your head, holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail and coaxing your bouncing head further down his cock.
“Oh, shit, baby,” he grits through a tight jaw. “I’m gonna cum baby girl, fuuuuckkk—oh god, yes baby, just like that.”
You slurp and swallow around his cock as much as you can, head bobbing at a frantic pace while you cast your eyes upwards to the man to watch him come apart. He meets your eye contact and loses it at the fire burning in your beautiful eyes.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he gasps as his cock pulses. “Cumming, baby—ohhhh, shit, take it all, baby.”
After slowing your pace completely, you sweetly moan around his length as his salty cum splatters on your tongue. Bringing Namjoon to climax with your mouth is already one of your favorite hobbies, and you’re desperate to do it again.
When he’s completely spent in your mouth, you pop off carefully and present your tongue to your boyfriend, who smiles.
“You gonna swallow my cum, baby girl?” He asks, cupping your cheek sweetly.
You nod in reply, and he groans as he watches you close your mouth and visibly swallow his load.
“Fuck, that was so hot. Fucking kiss me already,” he demands, pulling you up gently by the hand and pressing his mouth to yours. He doesn’t care if he can taste himself still lingering in your mouth. In fact, he thinks your mouth should always taste like him.
Namjoon holds you close as he kisses you, tongue diving around and seeking purchase in your mouth. His hands are roaming your body, cupping your breasts and caressing your curves. He can’t get enough. He doesn’t think there will come a time in his life when he won’t love touching you.
His hand smoothes over the satin of your panties and he smirks into the kiss as he feels how wet they are.
“Oh my,” he tuts as he rubs at your clothed slit. “All this from sucking my cock, princess?”
It’s too late to be ashamed of it. You simply nod and whimper as his thick fingers rub at your core. You’re dying to feel those fingers inside you, scissoring you open to prepare you for his massive cock.
“P-please,” you gasp, needing more of him. “Please, Joon.”
He lets out a breath of contentment, loving the way his name sounds in your breathy moans. In one quick swoop, he flings your panties off and onto the floor and slides down to his knees where you knelt moments before.
“I want to see this pretty pussy up close,” he murmurs as he lays you out at the edge and spreads open your thighs as wide as he can.
You’re gorgeous, absolutely mouth-watering. He licks his lips as he watches your folds drip with arousal and takes a delicate finger to trace the slit gently.
“Fuck,” you gasp as he swirls his finger around your sensitive clit. It’s been so long since someone else has made you orgasm, you’re sure you won’t last a second with the man of your sexual dreams face-first in your cunt.
“This is my pussy now,” he states as he leans in close and licks a fat stripe from your hole to your clit. “I’m going to make you cum every fucking night, baby. Gonna claim this cunt as my own.”
You’re trembling from his words and his actions as he soon buries his face into your pussy and eats as if he’s a man starved. His tongue swirls around your hole before swiping up to your clit, making your back arch and keen off the bed. His lips wrap around your throbbing clit and sucks gently, lewd noises echoing off the walls of the bedroom.
“Namjoon!” You squeal as he slides two of his fingers inside you and slowly pumps. They’re thick and perfect, and they’re better than you could have ever dreamed.
“Cum for me, baby,” he coaxes as he licks at your clit. “I know you want to.”
He’s right. You’re desperate for it and the string inside your belly that tightens with each thrust of his solid fingers has it nearing a snapping point.
Namjoon speeds up, adds a third finger and fucks into you like a man on a mission. He watches your face pinch in agonized delight and is hypnotized by the way your tits bounce with each thrust up. His cock is rock solid again, aching to bury itself deep inside your womb and coat you with his cum.
“That’s it, baby girl,” he breathes as he watches your body quiver. “Cum on my fingers, let daddy see you fall apart.”
He presses his lips to your clit one last time and sucks, and it sends you reeling over the edge into bliss. Namjoon moans as he feels your cunt convulse and squeeze his fingers as if they’re his cock, and he nearly whines at how good it’s going to feel when he’s balls deep inside of you.
“Fuck!” You cry as your back lifts off the bed and your legs shake. “Oh, my god!”
Namjoon kitten licks at your pussy as you come down, cleaning up the juices that coat his fingers. He doesn’t break eye contact with you as he does it, sucking up your essence like it’s an expensive wine he won’t waste a drop of.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he says as you try to catch your breath. “I can’t wait to fuck you in my office.”
The smile on your face turns lustful as you spread your legs open once again and present yourself to him.
“Why don’t we practice right now?”
Namjoon grips the base of his cock and gives himself a few pumps as he stares at your gorgeous body—laid out and ready for him.
“Merry Christmas to me,” he murmurs as he presses a kiss to your lips and lines himself up.
In one swift motion, he slips inside your juicy channel and buries himself to the hilt. You’re so wet and warm and tight that Namjoon falters and groans out loud.
“Holy shit,” he cries. “Sweetest fucking pussy I’ve ever felt in my life.”
Namjoon filling you up to the brim is something you’ve only ever dreamt of, and now that it’s happening you feel intoxicated. He’s so thick inside you, stretching you past what you thought you could handle, and the burn is so sweet.
“Fuck me, Joon,” you beg as he continues to still inside you. “Please, fuck me, daddy.”
It’s the magic word for Namjoon and instantly he’s snapped back to feral, ready to claim you as his own. He grips your hips tightly as he pumps in and out of you, delighted by the squelching juicy sounds of your cunt as he takes you.
“That’s right, baby girl, I’m your fucking daddy,” he grunts. “Take this fat cock for daddy.”
Your legs quiver with each thrust and Namjoon sucks a nipple into his mouth, nibbling gently on the bud which makes your body thrum with electricity. He’s marking you, claiming you inside and out, you realize. You whine and keen for him to continue, and Namjoon growls as he doubles his pace.
He thrusts into you without abandon, desperately seeking his release that will have him spilling his cum anywhere he possibly can.
“Mmm, look at my pretty princess,” he groans as he stares at your blissed-out face. “Taking daddy’s cock so good, being a perfect little slut.”
His words make your eyes roll back into your head. You’d never had someone speak so nasty to you while being so kind and praise-worthy that you don’t think you can now ever live without it.
“G-gonna cum, daddy!” you cry as you feel your body nearing the edge. “Please let me cum!”
Namjoon gasps for air and drops a thumb to your clit to rub circles on the sensitive bundle.
“Yes, baby girl, cum for daddy. Cum on my cock, princess.”
Namjoon’s unrelenting pace and thumb handily stroking your clit brings you to the end, sending you screaming into orgasmic delight.
Namjoon nearly weeps at how good your cunt feels convulsing around his cock, walls coaxing him and gripping him tight as if your pussy is begging for his own release.
“Cum inside me daddy, please,” you beg as you try to catch your breath.
Namjoon needs no more permission. He gasps as your channel tightens around him impossibly and sends him into his own release. He whimpers as his cock pulses with ferocity, loads of cum splattering your walls.
He doesn’t pull out. Instead, he rests his sweaty forehead on yours as you both try to catch your breath.
“Holy shit,” you gasp as you feel yourself returning to Earth.
Namjoon laughs and presses a kiss to your lips, before nodding.
“Yeah,” is all he can manage.
After a few shuddering breaths, you wrap your arms around your boyfriend’s naked body and hold him close, as close as you can.
“If this is what Christmas is all about, sign me up.”
Namjoon buries his face into your neck and kisses you sweetly, before lifting and giving you a playful smile.
“I guess all Scrooge needed was a good fuck. Dickens got that part all wrong.”
Returning to work after the New Year was easier this year than it had ever been in your career.
Namjoon was given the promotion. He told Seokjin he wanted to keep his corner office near you because he “likes the view”, and that he would give all his top cases to the best lawyer in the office—you.
Jimin won’t stop screaming when he sees the diamond ring on your finger. You haven’t wanted to take it off since the moment you put it on. Maybe it’s not an engagement ring quite yet, maybe it’s just more of a promise. Either way, Jimin is ecstatic and confused as he shakes you down for answers.
He walks with you to your desk, chattering away about his week with Yoongi, while you sip your convenience store coffee.
“What the fuck?” Jimin asks as he notices something on your desk. “What is that?”
As you round the corner, your eyes catch sight of a gleaming silver contraption on your desk, right next to your brand new computer.
A Nespresso.
A smile crosses your lips as you approach the expensive machine and notice a folded up card on top.
Inside, the card is simple.
“To the only girl in the world who deserves a Nespresso. Love, Namjoon.”
taglist - @ardoren @devilion14 @bykookie @rageyoudamnednerd @holynamtiddies @thejooncrew @dee-ehn @yrc1963 @fireheart2003
#bts smut#bts fanfic#kim namjoon smut#rm smut#namjoon smut#ficswithluv#rockin around the christmas tropes#bts imagines#bts reactions#kim namjoon imagines
4K notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
whenispeakicrossmyfingers
elsewhere
thelightnight
Ship and stories
palette-stayc
only stayc
sportzprime
Sportz Prime
jellyfish-kitty1
Jellyfish-kitty