pairing— kim seokjin x reader,
highschool! Jin genre/warnings— drama, fluff,
smut, comedy words— 12,799
::summary— in which you must
tutor the most arrogant and pretentious jerk that ever existed, who can’t seem
to concentrate on anything other than football, working out and girls… but then
something changes and you find yourself thinking – maybe Kim Seokjin isn’t so
bad after all?
The asking Got7 to come over and cuddle at night was soooo cute, you know what would be cute? A BTS version? *cough cough* *wink wonk*
FUKING WINK WONK ITS A THING
*I don’t own any of these gifs, credit to their owners*
Jin: Always being gone from you he’d always jump at the sight of your name on his phone when the special ringtone he set for you made him wake up at 2am he squinted at the bright screen sleepily. Babe, I miss you. Can you come over? We just got back to our place, I didn’t get to sleep on the plane, can I come in the morning? That’s fine I guess Whats wrong? I just miss you… I’ll be over in a bit.
Yoongi: It would take him a minute to realize you were blowing up his phone. Babe Babe Babe Yoongi Min Yoongi Hello? I know you’re awake now
Ah, well I can’t sleep.
Well you wanna know what would help me sleep?
Fine. Don’t expect me to do this every time.
You literally do it every time I text you.
It’s not that he’d purposely try to ignore you, but once Joon falls asleep he wants to stay asleep. He’d groan and roll over before a swee smile touched his lips and he propped himself up in one arm. I miss you I love you I neeeeeeeeeeed you. Come over?
I’ll be right there babe. No hesitation, he’d give anything to hold you close to him.
Hoseok: He’d always beat you to it for initiating cuddles, every. single. time. So when you texted him saying you wanted him to come over and hold you he’d be at your door in seconds flat.
just so you know I’m little spoon.
but I asked you to come here to hold ME
Im the one coming, I want neck scratches.
you’re such a baby.
He thought you had gone to bed hours ago, he encouraged you to since he was going to be staying up to listen to the new songs Yoongi had finally finished, but when you name popped up across his phone he lost all interest in the song and unlocked his phone.
i thought you went to bed?
i can’t sleep…
can you come over or are you still busy?
He’d let that song finish before telling Yoongi he needed to call it night/
I’m on my way.
Your name on his phone was something he loved to see, but at 3 in the morning he’d be more worried than anything that you had woken up. He’d sit up quickly, waking up everyone else who had fallen asleep in the living room around him quickly unlocking his phone. His shoulders would slump and a smile would reach his lips as he read your message.
are you busy?
You’re probbaly sleeping nvm.
Im up, whats wrong?
can you come over?
i can’t sleep.
y/n its 3 in the morning
i know but…
its okay don’t worry about it.
no, I’m coming.
He’d be halfway home from a late rehearsal when you texted him. He’d half a mind to just keep his phone in his pocket until he got there but the late hour made him look at it after a few minutes and when he did he’d smile wildly.
i really hope your at the studio still can you please come over i really need you over here
Why Taylor Swift Is The Greatest Living Songwriter (Under 60) Taylor
I recently found myself at a BMI Awards dinner where the song publishing rights organization was handing out some career achievement awards, the first of which went to the classic ‘60s team of Barry Mann and Cynthia Weil. And then they gave one to Taylor Swift, in one of those cases where they have to name the award to the person it’s being given to because it feels a little too uncomfortable to give the standard “lifetime” award to someone in her 20s. In her speech, Swift gave props to her elders: “I first wanted to say to Cynthia Weil, to Barry Mann, and to Carole King, you, the Brill Building, your legacy, are the reason we do what we do. Many of us in this room can’t dream of accomplishing what you guys have accomplished.”
Except she already has. And (heresy alert!) more. Swift is a rightful heir to the Brill Building tradition, with all the mastery of pop craftsmanship that entails, but she’s also the finest contemporary inheritor we have to the confessional singer/songwriter throne. She’s Barry Mann and Bruce Springsteen, together in one silver metallic mini dress-wearing package. That’s why I say Taylor Swift is our greatest living songwriter—under-60 division, just to be safe. But I digress.
I am glad I’m alive in the prime era of Taylor Swift the same way I felt glad to be alive in the half-century of Dylan and Springsteen and The Beatles and Costello. I’ve leaned forward into my first listens to 1989 and Red the same way I thirsted for the on-sale moments of The River and Nebraska and Imperial Bedroom and Time Out of Mind. These are the moments — all too infrequent in the 2010s, if you’re a recovering rock snob — that you live for as a music fan and especially singer/songwriter aficionado: the opening of a magazine you subscribe to, in which the editor-publisher has promised to bleed onto every page in some fashion. You look forward to admiring the craft and you want to know that you’ve been handed the next six months’ or year’s worth of earworms all at once. But most of all you want to feel you’re about to make that passionate connection with a deep-feeler who knows you better than your own best excuse for a best friend.
Where Swift is most like the great confessional rock writers, and least like the Brill Building set, is in her propensity to fill her songs with seemingly stray details. If you’re writing by the books, you learn early on not to include random asides that throw listeners out of the commonality of the lyric. But Springsteen, Dylan, Costello, et al. have faith that, whatever is lost in relatability by including something specifically autobiographical is a gain for fans who know that that weird minutiae confirms the rest of the emotions as authentic. When Swift interrupts Out of the Woods to mention “Twenty stitches in a hospital room/Remember when you hit the brakes too soon,” that’s about as un-Brill as Bruce talking about Crazy Janey and Greaser Lake. But the specificity of the bridge makes the universality of chorus more meaningful, even if the unstable relationship you’re being reminded of by the song didn’t involve a visit to the ER. It may seem peculiar to the 21st century that we can confirm who the significant others in Swift’s songs are by picking out lyrical details about eye colors or fire signs or scarves and checking them against her exes. But is finding out whether All Too Well was about Jake or Harry that terribly different than the thrill of figuring out whether Dylan’s It Ain’t Me, Babe was about Suzi or Joan, but with Google taking the place of waiting years for a biography?
The position that Swift is Actually Quite Awesome is not nearly as controversial among the older white guy set than it would have been a few years ago. You only get a B for courage now, not the former A, if you speak up at a cocktail party and say, “No, I don’t mean it’s good for what it is, or she’s a positive role model for my daughter or a gateway drug to Courtney Barnett, I mean she is truly the shit.” (Crickets may still ensue, mind you, if no longer outright shaming.) You can attribute this in part to Ryan Adams, whose album-length cover version of '1989’ did a fairly excellent job of indie-splaining Swift to people who only needed to hear that her songs could be rearranged in the styles of The Smiths and Elliott Smith to sign off on her. As much as I enjoy Adams’ '1989’, it falls just a little short as reinvention, or revelation: You kind of sense him wanting to get credit for being the first to discover that Swift’s frothiest sounding songs all have minor chords and melancholy under the Max Martin-ization. The real problem with Adams’ interpretations—which is not a fatal problem, given how good Wildest Dreams sounds as an R.E.M. song—is that he doesn’t really have that much use for the words, given how uninterested he is in emphasizing particular words or phrases and how he throws away some of the best lines. (To be fair, this is pretty much Adams’ approach toward his own lyrics, too.) Not that with Swift the lyrics are everything, when she has such a gift for melodic delights and surprises… but, yeah, the words are kind of everything.
Going back to Swift’s 2006 self-titled debut now, it sounds a little primitive, in retrospect. Which is fine: “primitivist” is exactly what you’d expect or hope for from a girl who released at 16 an album of songs she’d mostly written at 14 and 15. No one should sound 30 as a teenager, unless she’s Fiona Apple. (Hearing Apple’s eloquent teen jadedness when she was a freshman artist felt as impressive and spooky as Captain Howdy’s voice coming out of Regan MacNeil’s mouth.) At the time, it was a widely held assumption that co-writer Liz Rose was the brains of the operation. But you couldn’t help but notice that the best song on the album, Our Song, was a solo Swift composition, penned before she had access to the best song editors Music Row could offer. It sounded utterly conversational , establishing Swift’s knack for writing in complete sentences in a way that sounds completely diaristic and completely musical. It embraced both metaphor (“Our song is the slamming screen door”) and the meta (being one of those songs that is self-conscious about how it is, in fact, a song). It was winsome, guileless, and juvenile—in the best way—on top of being freakily expert for a song written by an underclassman for a school talent show.
Two years later (Swift’s follow-up albums have always been two years later, up until now), she came up with Fearless, which was so much more accomplished that it won her the Grammy for Album of Year, the first time that’d been accomplished by a record made by a teenager. But looking back at it now, you can see it was the only time she ever really marked time, stylistically, as a record-maker. The breakthrough that mattered was 2010’s Speak Now, which was her first real “pop album” (at least for those of us who pay attention to content and not the officially mandated tropes that insisted that honor belongs to '1989’). Just this once, she wrote the entire album by herself, in a rather deliberate F-you to everyone who figured she’d been propped up by Nashville pros. Similar auteurist turns by pop and country artists with points to prove have not always gone so spectacularly but Swift used the opportunity not just to defend but to diversify, as great writers and investors will. This DIY show of tour-de-force ran the gauntlet of effervescent girl-group pop (the title song), Evanescence goth-rock (Haunted), cheerful neo-bluegrass (Mean), girl-on-mean-girl pop-punk (Better Than Revenge), and even a token transitional single in the country-folk style of the first two albums (Mine).
'1989’ is the masterpiece of her career so far
'Speak Now’ also incidentally included the most searing, stark, boldly confessional song by a major artist since John Lennon’s Cold Turkey. (Hyperbole intended.) This was Dear John, a slow, epic-length missive to a love-'em-young-and-leave-'em type that was jaw-dropping in its vulnerability and rage. Never mind the lucky stroke that apparently had the rock star who used and discarded Swift being a guy really named John; Swift does like her literalism, so she probably wouldn’t written a public dear-John letter to a Tom, Dick, or (even) Harry. It’s a ballad that creates the illusion of the artist having vomited onto the page—for those of us who like that sort of thing—but actually belies a severe level of craft beneath the bile. The song rises to an emotional victory, as Swift goes from paying witness to “all the girls that you’ve run dry (that) have tired, lifeless eyes 'cause you’ve burned them out” to being the one who “took your matches before fire could catch me, so don’t look now: I’m shining like fireworks over your sad, empty town.” Compare this to the other great fireworks song of 2010, Katy Perry’s, and there is simply no pyromaniacal contest.
With 'Red’ another couple of years later, she bid a fond F-you to her own previous F-you and reintroduced co-writers to her stable, now adding Max Martin and Shellback as collaborators on a choice trio of songs, as if to say: I dare you to knock this block off. Aside from the handful of tracks with those guys, though, 'Red’ felt more like a classic singer/songwriter album than anything she’d done before or certainly since. It was all about lost love, and hardly for the first time, but now Swift was jettisoning her “better than revenge” approach to achieving payback in song and taking equal responsibility for relational failures, and it was all very sensitive and self-examining and enlightened. So when I got my first listen to the determinedly frothier '1989’ a couple of years still later, I lamented the loss of the previous album’s hard-fought breakthroughs in songwriting maturity.
Lamented it for about two minutes, that is. '1989’ is the masterpiece of her career, so far, and that’s not withstanding the thick gloss of candy coating that covered the whole endeavor now that Martin was fully on board as guiding executive producer as well as hands-on guy on about half the tracks. The meme favored by some critics, that Swift had sold out on us with all this interference by the reigning kings of the pop machinery—and after all we’d done to defend her as an artiste!—was misguided even by the usual standards of stick-up-one’s-ass bias and entitlement. It may seem counter-intuitive, for those of us who usually live and die by singer/songwriter yardsticks, to say that '1989’ is Swift’s most mature album, when there is barely a guitar anywhere in earshot for the singer’s tears to fall upon. But as it turns out, it is possible to talk intelligently, walk in rhythm, and chew bubblegum at the same time.
Yes, '1989’ is a less outrightly emotional album than any of its predecessors. Swift herself has said it’s the first time she wasn’t writing in the wake of a heartache. And that’s part of what makes the album so seasoned and smart. If all the previous albums were her “breakup album,” '1989’ is her maybe-we-are-ever-getting-back-together album. It’s about being just a little bit rueful about past relationships—in a less world-ending, drama queen-y fashion than the take-no-prisoners approach that admittedly made a lot of us fall for her in the first place – and largely about that impulse to reconnect, even as you sit by the phone and consider what a terrible idea that would be. She’s thinking back on a breakup that wasn’t that traumatic (possibly one with Harry Styles, if we’re to take the cheeky title of Style literally), and considering every negative and possible angle to rekindling an old flame. As a result, a lot of the songs on '1989’ are about mixed emotions, which are by and large the hardest kind to write.
She understands more brilliantly the power of dynamics — that even the most grandiose song can benefit by suddenly getting completely naked for 40 seconds.
And here is where we quote another great pop writer, F. Scott Fitzgerald, who famously said: “The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function.” Swift is showing us that first-rate intelligence when she encapsulates the divisions we all experience as we find the good and bad in people, lovers and otherwise: “You always knew how to push my buttons/You give me everything and nothing.” “Ten months sober, I must admit/Just because you’re clean don’t mean you don’t miss it.” “This love is good, this love is bad/This love is alive, back from the dead.” As the CEO of her own corporation, Swift has had a lot of time to think about risk/reward ratios. Grappling with that in matters of love is part of her giftedness and increasing talent as a writer.
I think again of the congratulations Ryan Adams got for bringing out the sadder emotional undercurrents in '1989’’s material. He deserves some of it, but it’s not as if Swift didn’t make that a fairly easy discovery. Bad Blood is the most blatantly confectionary song on '1989,’ with a sing-song-y quality of the chorus makes you think Avril Lavigne, if you’re making comparisons. But would Avril, or any other pop star you can bring to mind, have interrupted the beats and chants for a lengthy, virtually a cappella bridge that brings the mood down with its warnings about bullet holes and living with ghosts? It’s akin to the hyper-produced song on her previous album, I Knew You Were Trouble, where Swift puts an end to all the dubstep to very quietly wonder, almost sotto voce, whether the object of her affections ever loved her, the other girl, “or anyone.” In the big beat era, she understands more brilliantly the power of dynamics—that even the most grandiose song can benefit by suddenly getting completely naked for 40 seconds.
Blank Space, meanwhile, shows Swift to have under-heralded skills as maybe the greatest comedy writer since Eminem. As probably everyone who wasn’t completely divorced from pop culture in 2015 knows, Swift wrote it as a sort of spoof of her own image as a serial romancer (which is to say, a girl known for dating about half as many partners as a typical guy her age). When she says she’s got a blank space “and I’ll write your name,” it’s understood that she means she’ll write an excoriating song about the dude later on—she’s in on that joke. But amid the nearly Randy Newman-esque humor and exaggeration, there’s a real undercurrent of pain and possible self-knowledge. The time limits that come up in lines like “I can make the bad guys good for a weekend” and “Find out what you want/Be that girl for a month” don’t sound like they’re being played strictly for ironic laughs.
She is maybe the greatest comedy writer since Eminem.
Is she a spokeswoman for a generation? You might be on thin ice using that kind of phraseology for someone who spends so little time writing outside of the relational realm. But Swift does have an understanding of impermanence that seems uniquely millennial. She’s talked about how she looks at the length of her parents’ marriage and no longer takes it as a given she’ll find a lifetime partnership, which would probably come as a surprise to the younger Swift who wrote Love Story. But she finds a haunting beauty in what we might call planned obsolescence. “Wildest Dreams” pulls off the particularly tricky time-traveling feat of looking ahead to a future in which you’re looking back to the past… and of being intensely sexy and rueful at the same time. “You’ll see me in hindsight, tangled up with you all night, burning it down,” she sings. “Someday when you leave me, I bet these memories follow you around.” That moment when you’re in the heat of passion, leaving your body just long enough to realize you’ll be nostalgic for it someday? If you’ve ever experienced it, you probably never thought somebody would nail it in a song.
Not that you have to be a millennial to be capable of considering how things are likely to end even in the midst of everything going right. I was trying to remember what song the future-nostalgia of “Wildest Dreams” reminded me of, in some weird, roundabout way, and then it came to me: Dylan’s You’re Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go. It’s maybe heretical to compare the bard with this girl from the north country, but not so heretical to say: Great minds wistfully think alike. And we should all feel a little lonely if either of them ditched us.
Epic Movie (Re)Watch #186 - The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement
Have I seen it before: Yes
Did I like it then: I think so.
Do I remember it: Better than I did the 1st one, which isn’t saying much.
Did I see it in theaters: No
I nominated the recap for the first Princess Diaries to @princessofsunnydale because she nominated it for my (Re)Watch so I thought I’d do the same for this post. Thanks!
1) I think it was a wildly smart decision to move the setting of this film from San Francisco to Mia’s often spoke of but rarely seen dominion of Genovia. It’s an organic next step to her story. We saw her learn how to be a princess in San Fran, now we see how she actually adapts to her home country (which is a lively character in its own right). The decision to jump ahead five years ahead instead of three (the number of years between releases) I think also is nice. Mia is more comfortable in the agency she gained in the first film, the relationship with her beau Michael is not hanging over her head, it just allows the film to not be dogged down by some plot points from the first film.
2) Sir Fat Louie? Did they knight him? Can you knight a cat?
3) I didn’t remember this line before I put in the movie but I do now.
4) Shonda Rhimes co-authored the story AND wrote the screenplay? Huh.
(I don’t actually watch any Shonda Rhimes shows, now that I think about it.)
5) Chris Pine as Nicholas.
There is a strong initial chemistry Pine has with lead actress Hathaway, allowing the audience to grow invested in their relationship quickly. Even/especially when they’re not getting long, you can just fell the sexual chemistry in the air between them. It’s fun, making the film stronger because of it.
Chris Pine on his own is as charismatic and interesting as ever. In lesser hands the character of Nicholas could be an even bigger jerk and while there are antagonistic qualities to him the audience UNDERSTANDS his motivations. He is trying to honor what he believes his dead father wanted, he believes he’s trying to do what’s best for Genovia. And when he sees he was mistaken, he tries to step aside. There’s a nice honesty to Pine’s performance. He doesn’t play Nicholas as an over the top mustache twirling villain. All in all, Pine does a fine job in this film and helps support it.
6) Except for one black guy, Genovia’s parliament is made up of all white guys saying they don’t want a woman to rule unless she has a man by her side.
I think Queen Clarisse has the perfect response to that.
The law is severely sexist and antiquated. One of the members of parliament claims it should be respected because it is 300 years old. Saying a law is that old is not an effective argument for it as much as it is AGAINST it. 300 years ago in 2004 that’s 1704. That’s slavery, that’s a fundamental lack of women’s rights across most countries. Don’t use the fact a law is old to argue for it. Laws should evolve as the world does.
7) John Rhys Davies is a wonderful character actor who plays Nicholas’ uncle as a holier than thou elitist arrogant jerk. I love to hate him in this, but I might need to watch Lord of the Rings or Raiders of the Lost Ark next to balance out my feelings.
8) Hey guys. Remember that time Catwoman stomped on Captain Kirk’s foot in front of Gimli and Mary Poppins?
I’m sure someone has made this joke before, but still.
9) The last film was largely about Clarisse putting her duty as queen aside to be Mia’s grandmother, a relationship which is as strong in this film as ever.
Clarisse [after Mia stomped on Nicholas’ foot]: “As a grandma I say right on.”
10) Like the first film, this movie’s biggest flaw is definitely pacing. Many scenes serve no purpose for the larger plot and instead distract from the main conflict. But - like with the first film - these scenes are also some of the most memorable. So…I’m not sure what to say then. I’m just going to move on.
11) I dig this.
Matarazzo is a continued treat in this film as she was in the first, stealing a number of scenes and infusing some quality humor into the plot. The way she mixes with Genovian life and culture can lead to some nice fish out of water observations, and Matarazzo plays the role with as much commitment and heart as she did in the first film. God bless Lily.
12) The bachelor selection scene is - by far - one of my favorite moments in the film. It is directly related to the plot and has an incredible amount of humor to it. Also, it’s not nearly as long as I remember.
For those of you who didn’t watch the clip above (or even if you did), here is my favorite moment from the scene.
I mean it’s small, but I appreciate that both this film and its predecessor acknowledge the LGBTQIA+ community more than other Disney films did at the time.
13) Callum Blueas Andrew Jacoby.
Much like Michael from the first film, Andrew is able to be a good guy while avoiding the trope of Nice Guy™. There is a respect he has for Mia, an understanding and a fondness. They clearly have a connection and appreciate each other’s company, but it is clear that neither of them love each other. And Andrew does not force this on Mia. He’s pretty much at her service, ready to respect her wishes without being a total pushover. He’s a good guy, someone who could have easily been a jerk or a bully but the fact Mia could plausibly end up with him just ups the stakes.
14) The fan scene is a nice moment of chemistry between Hathaway and Andrews, which (much like in the preceding film) is one of the strongest elements of this movie.
this film one of those moments is when she is reduced to tears because John Rhys Davies spooked her horse and revealed that - SHOCKER - women actually prefer to not ride side saddle. I suppose it’s better that she’s too hard on herself than not hard enough though, as she will be queen.
16) Damn, Joe is a badass.
Mabrey: “Sir, you will find that the word ‘fear’ is not in my vocabulary.”
Joe: “Perhaps. But it’s in your eyes.”
17) Hey look! The foot pop!
18) Okay, Nicholas is being creepy with Mia at the fountain. Yes, they kiss. But then she says no to him. Multiple times, too. Yet he keeps groping at her and chasing her around the fountain until they both fall in. And MIA’S in trouble?
19) The parade.
By far the strongest moment in the film. It shows off not only the agency Mia gained in the first film (she has the confidence to stop a parade), but also her incredible heart. She shows off such kindness and care for the people of Genovia, accepts her role as a leader, and is able to create a positive change through the sheer depth of her heart. Also, little Abigail Breslin is very cute.
20) Holy crap, Paul Williams is in this movie.
What is this movie?
21) The bridal slumber party is another scene which doesn’t really add to the plot and it goes a little long. BUT - again - it is wildly memorable. Especially seeing Julie Andrews surf on a mattress after giving a wink to her most iconic character.
22) Julie Andrews’ song.
Julie Andrews underwent surgery in 1997 to treat what she referred to as a muscular striation on her vocal cords. She emerged from the surgery with permanent damage that hurt her singing voice and gave a rasp to her speaking voice (for which she sued the hospital for malpractice two years later). Julie Andrews basically lost her singing voice. Her song “Your Crowning Glory” was the first time she sang on screen since the surgery. Although it was set in a limited range to accommodate her voice, she was reported to have nailed it on the first take and brought tears to the eyes of crew members on set. Raven Symoné - who duets with Andrews on the song - was so moved when she told she’d be singing with the legend that she too was reportedly brought to tears. If for no other reason, I am grateful this movie exists for all of that.
23) Nicholas is very ready to step aside and let Mia rule.
Nicholas [after his uncle notes all their work would be for nothing]: “It wouldn’t be nothing. Genovia would in good hands.”
I love that. I love that he’s true to his beliefs about doing what’s right for Genovia, NOT himself.
24) So there’s a slight bit of foreshadowing here.
Nicholas [at Mia’s window]: “Rapunzel, Rapunzel…”
Chris Pine would later go on to play Cinderella’s Prince in the 2014 film adaptation of Into the Woods, which also featured the characters of Rapunzel and her prince.
25) I’m surprised Paolo’s back. I mean, Larry Miller is great. But didn’t he totally betray the trust of the royal family in the first film? And also, why is he suddenly kinda bad at styling Mia?
26) Bless whoever made this
(I just found this on google. If this is your’s and you want credit let me know and I’ll be happy to give it.)
27) Um, guys…
What the heck is Stan Lee doing in The Princess Diaries 2? Is Mia going to join The Avengers? Is Genovia a part of the Marvel Cinematic Universe? What is happening!?
All humor aside, as I understand it Stan Lee will cameo in any movie asked as long as he gets his standard fee. I think he wants to have the record for most cameos ever.
28) I dig it, Andrew.
Andrew [after Mia calls off the wedding]: “Uh…thank you. Thank you for saving me from doing the proper thing for once in my life.”
29) Much like the first film, it is Mia who must take her own fate in her hands. She’s the one who argues against the marriage law, she’s the one who convinces the people and parliament to strike it down (although the Prime Minister is again incredibly supportive and I love that). It’s her taking charge of her life, which I think is absolutely great.
30) I 100% forgot that part of this film ended with Clarisse and Joe getting married. I am very okay with that.
31) OH MY GOD YES! PARLIAMENT IS MORE DIVERSE AT THE END! THERE ARE SO MANY WOMEN AND EVEN WOMEN OF COLOR AND IT’S JUST BEAUTIFUL AND DIVERSE AND I NEED MORE OF IT! THANK YOU!
Like the first film, The Princess Diaries 2 held up surprisingly better than I was expecting. Obviously it’s aimed at a younger audience than me but it was pretty enjoyable. Anne Hathaway is strong as ever, as is Julie Andrews, while Chris Pine is a welcome and fitting addition to the cast. The themes are nicely feminist as is the ending. Overall I just find it an enjoyable film worth the watch.
When the team gathers for movie night, nobody mentioned it was a scary movie. What happens when you turn your light off for the night and still feeling panicked.
The kitchen was bustling as the team gathered things
together, you could smell popcorn and was that tequila? Nat was making
margaritas again. As you come around the corner looking at the team, your
friends, you laugh.
“What is going on?” You step out of the way as Tony slides
through with boxes of pizza.
1) The head of Jeffrey Katzenberg, the head of Dreamworks animation at the time and one of the former big wigs at Disney, had been pitching an adaptation of Moses’ story from Exodus to Disney far before he started Dreamworks with Steven Spielberg. During an early meeting of Dreamworks Katzenberg recalls that Spielberg looked at him during the meeting and said, “You ought to do The Ten Commandments.”
2) I think the opening disclaimer is a nice touch.
“The motion picture you are about to see is an adaptation of the Exodus story. While artistic and historical license has been taken, we believe that this film is true to the essence, values and integrity of a story that is a cornerstone of faith for millions of people worldwide. The biblical story of Moses can be found in the book of Exodus.”
3) Music plays an incredibly important role in this film, mostly for setting its grand storytelling and dark tone. This is clearly apparent from the opening song “Deliver Us” which depicts the suffering of the Hebrew people in Egypt and also the hope of Moses.
4) This film also does an excellent job of immediately establishing the brotherly relationship between Moses and Ramses. It’s fun and honest, which makes the following events all the more heartbreaking.
5) Val Kilmer is quite effective in the role of Moses, being able to provide a healthy balance of his youthful joviality and privilege early on and the wisdom that would come to define the character later.
6) This film has three noteworthy actors who have very little lines. The first two of these are Patrick Stewart as Pharaoh Seti and Helen Mirren as The Queen.
Neither of them sing, so their lines are few and unfortunately Mirren feels wasted in the part (less of a comment on her acting, which is top notch as usual, and more from the lack of screen time). Stewart, however, gives Seti some depth. We see him as father and ruler, both roles where he cares about his people, but also murderer of Hebrew babies which gives him a sinister feel.
7) Moses could have been painted as a spoiled brat while acting as prince of Egypt, but he takes responsibility for his actions and mistakes while also trying to shield Ramses from some of their father’s heavy expectations.
8) Tzipporah is established as fierce as heck from the get go.
Kept as a foreign slave in her first scene, she still fights back with great vigor despite being in a room who don’t care if she dies by the hands of the pharaoh. Michelle Pfeiffer imparts some of the strength she brought to Catwoman into the part and it’s a wonderful take on the biblical figure.
9) Sandra Bullock may have more lines than Helen Mirren, Patrick Stewart, and (later) Danny Glover, but for some reason I’m always wanting more of her and her character Miriam by the time the film ends. I like what I see, I just wish there were more of her in the film (I think).
10) For some reason I don’t feel the way about her brother Aaron, who is voiced wonderfully by Jeff Goldblum. That may be because we see Aaron develop from non-believer to believer over the course of the film (wheres Miriam is consistently good and believing in Moses) and Jeff Goldblum plays both the doubter and the supporter well.
11) Continuing with the excellent music in this film, “All I Ever Wanted,” carries with it that sense of grandeur as well as the heartbreak of Moses denying his true heritage.
12) Moses’ nightmare is one of the most memorable non-musical sequences out of the film (not THE most memorable but one of them), and this is done both through the unique hieroglyphic art style and the lack of dialogue. It is true visual storytelling.
13) Remember how I said Tzipporah is fierce as heck? Well, that continues throughout the film when she decides to drop Moses into a well as a bit of payback for being a prince of Egypt (although she does help him out because he helped her escape the palace).
14) Danny Glover is the third actor who doesn’t have enough lines. He plays the role of Jethro, a character with about ten spoken lines (more or less) and then the rest of his role is in song. And Danny Glover doesn’t sing the song.
In the little dialogue Glover does give though, he is able to establish Jethro as a man who’s heart is as big as his stature. I just wish we’d heard more of him.
15) I mentioned in The Road to El Dorado the effectiveness of using a song to cover large gaps of time. This film is no different, initial with Jethro’s song “Through Heavens Eyes.” It’s a rousing and hopeful number which talks of the Hebrew god and how we can only know our worth when trying to look through (one guess what I’m going to say next) heaven’s eyes. In that time we cover Moses learning what a free life is from these people, his growing humility, and his blossoming relationship with Tzipporah (and eventual marriage).
16) The Burning Bush.
Val Kilmer provides the voice of god in this film, although that wasn’t the initial plan. Originally all the actors in the film were going to voice god at the same time, and were told to whisper so they wouldn’t overpower each other. When the time came to record Kilmer’s lines, they realized someone had to speak louder. It was a happy realization, as the filmmakers later noted that god usually speaks to us as the little voice in our own heads. And it parallels the Cecil B. Demille version of The Ten Commandments where it is said (although I don’t think confirmed) that Charlton Heston also provided the voice of god while also playing Moses.
17) Moses telling Tzipporah about his encounter with the burning bush is another fine example of how filmmaking is primarily a VISUAL medium. We don’t hear a word they saw to each other, but we see him talking and we see her reaction and we know EXACTLY what is happening.
18) Ralph Fiennes performance as Ramses is at its best when Ramses becomes villainous and conceited. Hmm, Ralph Fiennes playing a villainous and conceited villain. Sounds familiar…
19) Playing with the Big Boys is the only real villain song in this film.
Performed by the evil lackeys Hotep and Huy (who are voiced wonderfully by Steve Martin and Martin Short respectively), the song shows off just how dark things in the Egypt really are and how tricky these two “magicians” are. Martin and Short breathe wonderful life and evil fun into the song, and even recorded their dialogue together. And the scenes uses wonderful use of darkness and shadows to make us feel like Moses is in over his head. Which in a way, he is. But the film wouldn’t be interesting if things were easy for the protagonist.
20) The growing conflict between Moses and Ramses is heartbreaking and I give credit to all those involved in this film for that. The directors, the writers, the animators, Val Kilmer & Ralph Fiennes, everyone. We see them go from the best of friends to archenemies and neither of them wants to be in that position. But they are, and they each think they’re doing what is best for their people. It hurts a lot to watch.
21) “The Plagues” is also a great example of how this film condenses what could have been a massive chunk of time into a little two-and-a-half minute song.
It also does not make light of the plagues either. The plagues were horrible. True wrath of god type stuff that ruined people’s lives. And this song is an epic but dark representation of just what those were like while also developing the conflict between Moses and Ramses.
22) I’m not as familiar with my biblical readings as maybe I should be, but I like that this film depicts Moses reaching out to Ramses one last time before he releases the final plague. It is one final reminder that they are or, more appropriately, were brothers. And they almost seem to understand each other, to make peace. But they don’t. Meaning the final and most awful plague is released.
23) I don’t want to get into my own theological beliefs or philosophies, but I am always sickened about the death of the first borns of Egypt.
The scene is animated beautifully but the entire thing is heartbreaking. The idea of a god who will take away the lives of children just to get what he wants, even though he later claims that we are all his children, just never sits right with me. I just…it sickens me. That’s all I can say. It sickens me.
24) “When You Believe” is probably THE song from this film. It won the Oscar for best original song that year, beating out “I Don’t Wanna Miss A Thing” by Aerosmith. It is the perfect representation of the power of hope and belief which is the central theme of this film. Michelle Pfeiffer and Sally Dworsky (along with the film’s chorus) do an excellent job performing the song written by Stephen Schwartz, but the pop version performed by Whitney Houston and Mariah Carey is just as good.
25) I think the most memorable part of this film has to be the parting of the Red Seas. And it could just be for this image alone:
That is such a powerful image which really gets across the wonder of what we’re seeing. A representation of the scene which few if any adaptations of the Exodus story have ever lived up to and which I think only animation can bring to life so wonderfully.
26) After the Red Sea crashes down and Ramses is washed away, we see Moses looking off in the distance and hear Ramses screaming, “MOSES!” The filmmakers have suggested that this may be in Moses’ head and that Ramses might actually be dead. I like that idea. It shows Moses still has hope for his brother.
27) And since this is an adaptation of Exodus, of course it has to involve the Ten Commandments in some way. I’m just glad that it’s the last shot of the film. A nice way of ending the story.
It makes sense to end a family film there, as opposed to Moses finding his people worshipping a false idol (a golden cow, I think) and smashing the tablet before God destroys the idol and forces his people to wander the desert for 40 years to kill off the rebellious generation. Oh, and Moses didn’t get to go into the promised land.
The Prince of Egypt is a great animated film who’s popularity has unfortunately lost steam in recent years. It represents its story well without beating you over the head with the religion, the animation and music are gorgeous, and the voice acting is top notch (if a little wasted at times). I highly recommend you see it.
Just a little one-shot I finished up last night! I had a craving that only that clown dick could satisfy~
anyway! WARNING- THIS FIC CONTAINS FLUFF, CUTE HAND HOLDING, AND A CLOWN WHO CAN EAT PUSSY LIKE THAT DUDE FROM THE FOOD TRUCK VINE! IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THIS, THEN KEEP SCROLLING!
but for those who do~ Enjoy!
You struggled to hold the popcorn in one hand and the soda in the other as you used one foot to close the door to your room. Expertly you regained composure as you suddenly felt everything almost slip from your grasp, stumbling to catch your balance.
As you struggle, you hear a chipper voice call to you from under a fuzzy pink blanket
“Little one? Are you, alright?”
You stabilize and smile back towards where the fuzzy blanket was seated, on the edge of your bed facing towards the TV.
“Dont worry! I got it!”
You say and make you’re way over to the TV, setting the snacks down beside it and turning to see the voice of the fuzzy pink blanket. Pennywise sat criss-cross-applesauce on the edge of your bed, the blanket pulled over his head and wrapped around him allowing only his face to be seen. He looked truly adorable like this, obliviously pulling the blanket closer to him. You giggled at him, his eyes looking up at you with confusion as you waddled over to take your seat beside him.
“What’s so funny?”
He asked, letting the hood of his blanket fall down around his shoulders. You laughed even harder as his hair poofed up from the friction, you had no idea it could get any more puffy than it already was. The clown seemed to get what was going on and he quickly pulled the blanket down over his head once again, this time covering his face as well.
You let the last of the giggles escape you before sighing and moving over to him, trying to lift the blanket from his face
“Oh come on penny! I’m sorry!”
You smile and he gently peeks out from under the blanket
“I’m a terrifying monster you know. I don’t have to be here”
You chuckle and nod, crossing your arms in front of you
“Oh yes, i’m sure you’re very busy. Laying around in the sewers alone”
He sticks his tongue out at you but even then you get a smile out of him. With that settled you turn your attention back to the TV and start messing with the remote. As you try and figure out what output the DVD player is on, Penny looks over your shoulder and watches you.
“What is this called again?”
He asks. You smile and giggle back to him
“TV penny, we are watching a movie!”
your fingers are pressing every damn button but nothing seems to be working. The clown nods and speaks up again
“And you say that Humans like watching movies? why?”
You sigh and roll you’re eyes a little, struggling to answer while also trying to figure out how the remote works
“They can be escapes from the real world, some can make you happy, others can make you scared. Whatever you want”
at this point you were getting frustrated. Pennywise on the other hand was having a ball getting the answers to his questions, and so he continued to ask them
“Scared? I thought humans didn’t like getting scared!”
He seemed genuinely confused by the thought which would have been cute if you weren’t about to go to war with the remote. Finally you pressed the magic key that unlocked the gates of movie night heaven and the shining image of Disney’s logo flashes across screen. Pennywise almost full out flinched as the bright colors instantly blinking into view, which was both adorable and scary because his teeth erupted into an array of sharp fangs as he hissed. You put a hand on his arm and giggled
“Penny! It’s okay, we’ve been through this before, it’s just a screen”
His teeth rearrange back into place, a sight that you’ve pretty much gotten used to by now, and he takes a deep breath.
“I’m fine! I’m fine”
He says, acting as if it hadn’t totally scared him. You roll your eyes and cuddle up close to his side, to which he goes rigid. It wasn’t the first time you had been this close to Pennywise, after the many months you had gotten to know him, the two of you had gotten closer and closer. Of course, a monstrous shape shifting clown was tough to get close to, but it had seemed that after the many failed attempts of scaring you, the clown had an actual interest in you. In the end, who were you to say no to a sewer clown wanting to be friends? You thought at the time that having such a monster on your side could come in handy.
Now here you were, cuddling up to an entity that could very easily turn around and gobble you up on the spot. The thought made you shudder, you tried you’re best not to think about such a thing, and instead focused on how strangely warm he felt against you.The clown slowly relaxed as the first scenes of the movie started to play, images of space and the many stars it held backdropped against the producer’s names.
Through the movie you could feel yourself growing sleepier and sleepier, the warmth of not only the blankets but the close you were leaning against slowly getting to you. Not only that, but you had seen this movie so many times before, you mostly chose it to show Pennywise. You remember answering a few questions about robots and pollution, and somewhere there in the middle everything went hazy. Eventually the end came around and the sound of the song during the credits woke you from a gentle sleep. As you sat up to see the many names rolling past the screen, you noticed that penny was strangely quiet.
“So penny, what did yah thin-?”
You were about to finish your sentence when suddenly you felt a warm presence in your hand, wrapped around your hand more like it. As you blinked a few times you looked down and were surprised to see that weaved between you’re fingers, were the gloved fingers of the clown that sat beside you. Pennywise the dancing clown, was holding your hand.
You asked in surprise, when you turned to look at him he was looking at the floor, his face was almost sullen. You went to move your hand away but he held onto it tighter, looking up at you and then turning to face you.
“Y/N, I.. I have to tell you.. That for a while now I have been feeling..strange”
The clown was serious as he spoke, which was new for him. You tilted your head and looked at him with confusion. He seemed frustrated as he searched for what to say
“I.. I don’t want to eat you”
your eyebrows raised and you almost laughed out a ‘thank god!’ but he cut you off
“I mean!! I.. i have feelings for you that I have never felt! In all my years on this planet, around humans, I have never wanted to do this!”
He gestures to your joined hands and almost laughs. His idle hand is placed on his forehead as he leans on one arm and shakes his head
“And, that little robot, he cared for the other, and this is how he showed it yes? Does this work? Is this right?”
You think you understand what he’s trying to say and you smile warmly. You return the hold on his hand and look him in the eyes
“Pennywise, what you are feeling is called love”
He looked taken aback by your words and he shakes his head again.
“No this.. I’m not.. I can’t feel that”
He insists. You giggle and take his other hand in your own.
“Penny, it’s okay. I feel the same way”
He looks at you with surprise, he smiles but then looks back to the floor
“No. it cant, i’m not human. I’ve done.. Terrible things”
He says and you pull his hands up to your mouth, placing your lips against his knuckles. They smell like candy floss, almost, as you place a gentle kiss against the soft cotton fabric. The clown is dumbfounded
“I don’t care Penny, I just know that you make me happy. Right now, that’s all I care about ”
Pennywise looks at his hands, and then back to your mouth.
“What.. was that?”
He asks and you giggle at how he doesn’t even know what a kiss is.
“That’s called a kiss Penny, it’s like a little gift you give to someone when you want to show them how much they mean to you”
You say and place his hands down so that you can lean in closer.
“Would you like another one?”
You ask. He nods eagerly, sitting still as you come in close. As you get closer to him, you can definitely smell the cotton candy radiating off of him, so sweet and inviting. Your lips hover gently over his cheek and ever so sweetly, you place a kiss right onto his cheek bone. To your surprise, he shivers, a full body shake coursing through him as you make contact. You giggle and pull back until you’re faces and inches apart
“Did you like that Pen?”
You ask and he nods, his eyes searching your face for something that he doesn’t even know. He gently raises a hand and places it on your cheek, seemingly enjoying how close you are to him.
“Can I.. Can you do it again?”
He asks and you smile, this time leaning it and placing your lips against his own. This time he really shivers, his mouth shaking a little from the sensation. You internally laugh at how ridged he is against you and gently you start to move your lips a little to show him how it’s done. He picks up quick, both hands now resting on either side of your jaw as he tries to push more of his mouth against yours. Gently you think he’s ready for it and you open you’re mouth, licking a swipe across his teeth. He’s sweeter than you would have thought, almost like a lolly pop.
You can physically tell when penny has registered what you just did because he very loudly moans, gathering you up in his arms and sitting you on his lap. The change of seating is hardly noticeable though because now his mouth is open and oh my god his tongue.
The long and forked appendage wastes no time in licking its way inside of you, he explores every inch of your mouth, and you let him. The clown is shaking, moaning and full on grunting as he tastes your mouth, losing control completely and biting down just a tad on your bottom lip. The sensation is surprising and you jump a little as a moan of your own reverberates through his mouth. He stops, moving away to check on you, a long strand of saliva still keeping your mouths connected. You breath heavily, you’re eyes fluttering as you try and absorb what just happened. You just made out, with an alien clown. That’s a first.
Pennywise seems almost ashamed as he looks at you, not sure of what to do. You smile and look at him with the most consensual bedroom eyes you can muster in such a haze
“Penny~ that was amazing~!”
You say, licking your lips. The clown brightens up and smiles at you
“I liked that! I liked that a whole lot!”
He says and bounces a little. The movement causes you to grind your hips into his own and you moan a little at how sensitive you were. The moment you did it, you regretted it, the clown now looked at you with a puzzling gaze.
“Y/N? Are you okay?”
He asks and then sniffs the air, something catching his attention. You wince and feel the wetness gathering between your legs grow damper and just the thought of where this might go. he seems to catch on because as he leans in, he catching the scent, another shudder rocking through him.
“Y-Y/n.. What is that smell??”
He asks and you’re face flushes red. He stares, waiting for an answer.
“W..well.. That’s the smell of a human getting.. Uuh.. ready”
Yeah, that was the sexyist way you could put it. Really. Pennywise seems even more confused.
“Getting Ready for what?”
He asks. You pull your lips in and sigh, trying to think of something to say.
You state bluntly. You know he’s going to ask so you just answer it for him now
“Sex is the act that two creatures commit when they are infatuated with each other and-and.. And for god’s sake Penny just fuck me already!”
You say and push him back onto the bed. The clown is more than surprised by this but you quickly silence him with your mouth, this time pushing past his forked tongue to do some exploring of your own. He seems to enjoy that because his arms fly up to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You’re thighs spread and you straddle him completely, grinding down onto him. Suddenly, something twitches under you and you feel a particularly rough moan from the clow below you. You never really gave much thought to if penny had a dick or not, but now seemed like a good time to find out!
You rolled your hips across his lap in time to the swipes of your tongue, making him hiss and buck his hips up into you. Something long and hard ground back into your heat and you practically purred. Oh yeah, he had one alright.
Pennywise’s hands found their way to your hips and begin manually pulling you against him, making you moan and giggle at the same time. You broke the kiss and looked down at him, happy to see that a proficient stream of drool was now leaking out one corner of his bright red lips.
“Penny~ do you want to have sex with me?”
You asked him. His eyes looked up at you and he nodded, still dragging your hips against his own
“ Y-Yes! Yes I would like-That!”
He said, struggling to form sentences around all of the new sensations. You moaned happily and then sat back into his thrusts, causing him to hiss and buck his hips. You would have teased him more, but seeing as this was an entity from another world under you, you decided to give him what he wanted. You made short work of you’re PJ shirt and pants, sitting proudly atop his lap in nothing but you’re panties. You were about to pull them down too when his hands came up to stop you
“Wait! I.. I want to touch”
He said and you giggled, getting off and letting him take your place on top. It felt imposing to have him over you, such a large and powerful being just inches from your entire body, having complete control. Though, you knew he still had no idea what he was doing.
Slowly, his hands danced up your sides, tracing every curve as he looked down at you like how a fox looks at a rabbit. Drool dripped out of his mouth and landed on your chest, making you shiver. He leaned down and kissed your stomach, his lips parting for his teeth to leave little red bites along your hip bones and ribs. As he continued, you’re hands rested on the top of his head, tangling your fingers into his hair which me met with a pleased growl.
“Oh Penny~ that feels good~”
You say as his lips trace up the center of your chest, his hands resting on either side of your head. He takes a second to inspect your breasts, kissing the soft flesh hesitantly and taking great delight in how it made you squirm under his touch. Curiously he licks the tip of one nipple, making you jump in surprise. He giggles and does it again, this time gently biting around the bud. You yelp and tighten the hold in his hair, he growls happily in response. As he pulls away he catches the scent that had intrigued him earlier and he is drawn down you’re body, towards the center of your hips.
“Okay, that’s where all the magic happens”
You tell him as he kisses the tops of your inner thighs, sniffing and licking the skin there. You hiss, he’s so close, you can feel your hips trying to lead him in the right direction. Soon enough, he gets the hint, stuffing his face right into your crotch. However crude it may have been, the sensation and knowledge of having his face right there makes you moan loudly, you’re hands pushing against his head to try and keep him there.
“You smell delicious!”
Pennywise smiles and rubs his nose into the damp fabric, unknowingly rubbing your clip as well. You moan and squirm, begging him to just take the damn panties off. He looks at you confused and then back to the fabric. It clicks and he rips them away, not really what you had in mind but oh well!
As soon as the fabric is off of you he dives back in, stuffing his face into your pussy and inhaling deeply. The rush of cold air makes you wince and you push his head down
“Use your mouth Pen!”
You beg and he obey’s, licking a long stripe up the center of your folds. The warmth and the wetness feels wonderful and you sob a slur of thank yous.
“That’s it! Good boy~!”
He seems to like the approval because soon he’s swirling his tongue around ever so slightly dipping it inside of you. Every Time he does this you reward him with a thrust and a tug on his hair. He moans and continues, soon enough his entire tongue is inside of you, spiraling and licking along your walls. Tears stars to stream down your cheeks at how amazing it feels, at how good he makes you feel. Looking down you absolutely look you’re mind, the murderous clown is going to town, his eyes closed and in deep concentration as he tries his best to make you feel good. You can’t hold it anymore as his eyes blink up to meet yours and soon you’re coming on his tongue. Pennywise’s eyes go wide as your thighs squeeze around his head and you’re back arches off of the bed sheets.
“Penny! Oh Pennywise! Fuck yes!!”
He continues his ministrations, pumping his tongue in and out of you as you ride out your orgasm, only stopping when you’re whimpering and pushing his head away due to the overstimulation. The clown looks up as you and licks his lips, a mixture of droll and you’re cum dripping from his chin, making his eyes light up.
“This.. this is tastier than fear~”
He says, hot and heavy as he tries to get a grasp on what it was that made him so craxy for you. you’re breathing grows heavy as you look up at him and pull him back down to kiss him again.
He meets your lips eagerly, pushing the delicious mixture into your mouth so that you can taste yourself on his tongue. As you do this, he unbuttons his poofy shorts and takes his cock in hand. The kiss breaks and both of you look down at it. Its bigger than you thought, but really what were you expecting? He smiles and strokes it, growling and thrusting his fists into his hand as he speaks
“I always wondered~ mmhp~ what this was for~”
He laughs, crazily and excitedly before pushing you back down. You laugh and smiled up to him, wrapping your thighs around his waist. He lines himself up with your entrance and you’re just begging him to fuck you, a mess of words falling from your lips that sound mostly like ‘fuck’ and ‘please’. When he finally pushes in, the burn is so sweet it makes more tears fall from your eyes.
“Pen-AH~ ah Fuck yes penny!”
You moan and gasp his name, clinging to him as he bottoms out inside of you. He growls and snarls as you squeeze around him, burying his face into your shoulder inhaling your scent as he continues, the sweet smell of your arousal only egging him on.
“So nice~ fuck! So nice! all mine~”
Pennywise growls in your ear as he sets a steady pace, his animalistic power adding extra force to every thrust. You’ve lost all control of what comes out of your mouth at this point, noneness in a mix begs and pleads added with his name drip off your tongue and soon all you can produce are moans and sobbs. He pulls you closer to him, his arms wrapping you up into his chest so he can lift you up and hit a new angle. With every thrust he hits something inside of you that makes you cry, Pennywise eagerly licking up your tears as they fall from your eyes.
“Mine! My human! My Y/N! MINE!”
Suddenly a sharp pain causes you to wail and you realise he’s biting you. Not too hard, but hard enough that you can feel his teeth sinking into your flesh.The pain makes you scared but also extremely turned on and once again you’re cumming, this time around his cock. The smell of your fear and a few more sloppy thrusts was all it took before you felt him tense up, a shudder followed by a roar shaking through him again before he came inside of you. You felt it, hot and thick, spill into you and you sobbed his name over and over along with compliments of how good it felt and how great he was.
It took a few moments for you both to regain enough composure to form sentences, a few shallow growls escaping Penny as you moved your shoulder while his teeth still stayed sunk into it. You whimpered, and he released you, moving quickly to lap up the blood that beaded at the end of every tooth mark. The clown giggled and laughed to himself as he licked you’re wound, almost purring from tasting you in so many ways.
“Penny… you.. You are amazing..”
You breathed, having a hard time thinking about anything but the pleasure you just experienced. The clown chuckled and slid out gently, his seed streaming out of you as he pulled his cock back into his pants. He fell beside you and you struggled to roll over to meet him, wanting to be closer to him. Penny seemed to get the message because he gathered you up and held you close, petting your hair and murmuring praises to you as you drifted off into sleep.
[BTS-Reaction] When You Pass Away Unexpectedly (A/T)
Helloooo~ It’s been awhile since I’ve post anything due to me being busy, BUT! I wanted to post this reaction that I wrote awhile ago but never got to post on here! It is quite a bit long, I was wondering if I should just put it under each individual member but then I thought, fuck it! Lmao, I hope you all enjoy!
P.S. Congrats to our boys for their BBMA win! Truly inspiring and a big step for K-pop! I’m so proud of them for chasing their dreams and not giving a fuck about what those haters got to say
P.P.S. I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE GIFS! CREDITS TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNERS! THANK YOU!
“She’s gone… She’s really gone…” Jin thought as he laid in his bed. The faint smell of your perfume lingered on his pillow and he couldn’t help but bury his head deep inside the pillow, as if the more he smelled it, you would come back. Jin closed his eyes as he remembered;
“Oppa! Aish~ I bet you don’t even miss me when I’m not here with you because you have Namjoon-oppa to keep you warm! I bet when I’m not here snuggling with you, Namjoon-oppa keeps you good company,” you had pouted.
“Thats right. Namjin is better than Y/N & Jin,” Jin had chuckled while pulling you into his arms and snuggling you closer to his chest. Kissing you lightly on the forehead and whispering love words only for you.
Jin opened his eyes, tears welling up. He missed you so much. He missed the way you mimicked his windshield wiper laugh and the way you cooked for him, even though most of the time they weren’t even edible. He missed the way you took care of him, looking after him. He was the eldest in the group and was used to taking care of the other members, he’d forgotten how it felt to be taken care of. The tears fell down as he closed his eyes, holding in the scream he wanted to let out. “How could you do this to me Y/N? I loved you so much, I thought we had forever….” Jin wondered thoughtlessly.
The living room was dark, the only light source was from the lamp lit besides the bed. The Daesang trophy sat on the dresser across from Suga who was on the bed, the trophy sat staring at him, as if taunting him. “We won an award today Y/N…. We got Daesang….” Suga thought staring at the gleaming trophy. The other members were out celebrating with Bang PD-Nim and the other staff while he had opt to come home, saying that he was too tired to party. Everyone knew it was lie, they knew he was hurting, but what could they say? Jimin had offered to come home with him but Suga had told him to go celebrate. He didn’t want anyone to suffer with him.“Why… did you leave me like this?!” Suga thought angrily as he stared at the trophy. “Why…” he thought as he closed his eyes tightly, suppressing the anger.
~Flash to the past~
“Oppa! Let’s go out to eat! We haven’t gone out in so long! Just one dinner and you can come back and work on your song,” you had pleaded going full-on aegyo mode. “Maybe another night, I’m busy Jagi, I really like the way this song is coming together,” Suga had replied not even turning to look at you from his computer screen. “Just one night, I swearrr,” you pleaded. Giving in, Suga turned to look at you, sighing and telling you, “okay fine, just let me save these lyrics and this beat and transfer it to my phone.” You had shot up from your spot on the sofa in the Bangtan Room and started dancing for successfully making him cave in. Suga smiled at your silly dancing, grabbed you by the waist and lightly resting his forehead on yours.Later at the dinner, Suga had ignored you, his eyes only on his phone, his lips wordlessly murmuring lyrics. The whole time, you stared at him, willing him to look up and smile his gummy smile at you and at least start a decent conversation with you. He never did. The only time he looked up was to order and to eat. When you arrived home, you had let him have it, complaining about him working all the time.“You didn’t even talk to me! We just ate- in silence! Because you were too busy writing down lyrics. Dammit Yoongi! You’re making me go crazy, I just wanted a nice evening out with you to catch up and eat and you couldn’t even do that. Am I not important? I understand your music and career is important but could you at least make a little time for me? Is 5 minutes too much to ask for?” you looked at him, holding back tears.
Suga had looked at you with annoyance in his eyes and shot back “Jesus Y/N, you are important, but you know I live for music and I was… I don’t know, I just had to write it down before I forgot it.”
“Yeah, I guess so, I guess I’m always the last thing on your list of things to-do,” you had said before turning away from him.
~Flashback to the present~
Suga opened his eyes, gasping for air. Yeah, he was a piece of shit. He should’ve showed you he loved you when you were still around. Now you were gone. You were dead. 6 feet under the ground, laying in a coffin that had been nailed shut. He had always pushed you behind, focusing on his music, forgetting about dates and text messages. Forgetting about you while you were at home anxiously waiting for him to come home or at least shoot you a text. “I’m a piece of shit,” Suga thought glumly. Looking at the trophy, Suga thought to himself in the stilled darkness. “All I wanted was a Daesang… All my life, I just wanted to be a successful artist, producer, and rapper. I was so focused on making music and winning that Daesang that I forgot I already had the best trophy with me. That trophy was Y/N. Now I lost her, I can never hear her voice nor listen to her snoring besides me. I got a Daesang. But I lost my one true love…” tears streamed down Suga’s eyes as he realized what a fool he was to lose you.
“Just smile. Smile, you can do that. You can do it,” J-Hope recited in his head as he smiled to the cameras. “C'mon, you do it better than that!!! I’m J freaking Hope!” he screamed internally. As the whole BTS moved on from the cameras, a reporter screamed loudly “J-Hope! J-Hope! How are you feeling?! How is life like after Y/N?” He froze dead in his track. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N…. My precious Y/N…” J-Hope held down the urge to attack the stupid reporter. “No comment,” said Suga, as he glared daggers at the reporter making the reporter shrink back. Suga grabbed onto J-Hope’s arms and dragged him to the van, taking them to their photoshoot.
Arriving at the location of the photoshoot, every member had their individual shots for their upcoming album, as the photographer was taking pictures of J-Hope, the photographer suddenly stop, looked at J-Hope and said loudly, “Sir, your expression looks too dull, please, be brighter.” J-Hope smiled, well, grimaced actually. After a couple of shots, the photographer told him that it would do for now. J-Hope walked away from the set, too tired to even look at the photos. Once in the break/waiting room, he plopped himself down in the nearest seat and closed his eyes. “You know, holding it in isn’t going to do you any good, talk to us Hyung.” J-Hope heard Rap Monster say. J-Hope shook his head no. He wasn’t going to talk about it. He didn’t want to. “Leave it, don’t bother him,” Suga said somewhere from the room. J-Hope opened his eyes to see every member looking at him. He made eye contact with each individual one and lastly saw their manager walk into the room. He stood up and walked over to the manager. “Manager, am I done for the day? May I head back to the hotel?” J-Hope asked. The manager stared at J-Hope’s face before finally giving him the okay to leave.
Once alone in the hotel, J-Hope took a long hot shower and sat done on the armchair staring out into the night view of Hong Kong. Ah, Hong Kong, he loved visiting Hong Kong. The way the skyscrapers stood tall, as if they grew from underneath the ground and were reaching towards the skies. Reaching into his pant pocket, he took out his phone and opened up his iPhone. Your photo appeared and his heart did a double take. “I miss you Y/N. I miss you so much, why didn’t you wait for me, at least wait for me to see you one last time…” J-Hope cried. He glanced through all the photos you had once took on his phone, silly ones, laughing, sticking out your tongue. He clicked on a video he had taken of you, turning up the volume.“Look, look, look, I said look!!!” you screamed joyfully. You were dressed up as a horse for Halloween and were dancing to Dope. “I’m J-Horse, J-Dope!” you laughed maniacally as you did messed up the tricky footwork and tripped over the ridiculously long tail of the horse costume. “Aishhh~ My Jagi is so adorable!” J-Hope heard himself say as you continued to dance pretending to be J-Hope.The tears were coming out too fast now, his vision blurry, the video ended and he started crying, bawling his eyes out.
“I miss you so much Y/N. You were my happiness, with you, I didn’t have to pretend about being happy. With you, I was truly happy. I could be my true self with you, tell you my deepest secrets and you didn’t judge me, you helped me through my depression, even with antis attacking me and sending me hate through the internet, you had always been supporting me, loving me even when I couldn’t love myself. You accepted me the way I was when others couldn’t, and now you’re gone. I didn’t even get to say goodbye. I miss you, I miss you, I miss you,” J-Hope lamented as he cried into the night, your photo smiling back at him on his phone screen.
***The song mentioned is Leona Lewis’s song “Yesterday” please go listened to it if you haven’t heard it, its a beautiful song!
~I just can’t believe you’re gone,
~Still waiting for morning to come,
~Want to see if the sun will rise,
~Here without you by my side,
Leona Lewis crooned in the background as Rap Monster sat in the kitchen eating cold leftovers. All the members were out doing there own things, with the exception of Suga who was sleeping as usual in his room. Rap Monster rarely listened to love songs. He was often listening to the latest rap song by his favorite artists and getting inspired by daily life to write his own beautiful lyrics. But on the occasions that he did happened to come across a meaningful love song, such as this particular song, he listened to it on repeat.
~When we had so much in store,
~Tell me what is it I’m reaching for,
~When we’re through building memories
~I’ll hold yesterday in my heart
Rap Monster slammed his chopsticks to the table, breaking them. He pushed the plate of tasteless food away from him. He didn’t have any more appetite. Not after everything that’s happened. He ran his hands through his hair, finally resting his head in his hands, covering his eyes. He let the music wash over him.
“I’m so tired Y/N… I’m so tired of fronting… Tired of acting like I’m fine.. I’m not fine. I miss you,” the unspoken words rung in his head. He gritted his teeth together as he reminisce about you-
~FLASH TO THE PAST~
“You know… To be completely honest with you, I don’t even see you as RAP MONSTER or Namjoon… I see you as… you. I don’t know if that makes sense,” you said catching him off guard.
“What?” Rap Monster had chuckled at you. “What do you mean you don’t see me as Rap Monster or Namjoon? My name is Namjoon, silly girl.”
“No.. I mean like, I know we are all given names from our parents, dumbass. But like, you know, when you’re RAP MONSTER, you’re tough and manly, not that you’re not manly now, but like you have this vibe around you. When you’re RAP MONSTER, you’re the leader of BTS, you’re the fierce don’t-mess-with-me-or-i’ll-cypher-you-up guy. When you’re NAMJOON, you’re the you that everyone in your close private life knows. The one your parents know, you’re childhood friends know. When you’re Brain Monster, haha, IQ148. Your members get to know both RAP MONSTER & NAMJOON. But for me… What I mean by being you, I mean that I know you. Well I think I know you. You let your guards down and you’re just being you… silly, full of aegyo, dorky, and kind of a sarcastic asshole at time, but caring and lovable. You’re a different Namjoon. I think that this side of Namjoon isn’t seen by everyone. Sorry, if this doesn’t make that much sense, i’m all over the place,” you had laughed at the end.
Rap Monster had sat there looking at you, processing what you had said. Sure, you didn’t make sense a little, but thats what he loved about you. You said what was on your mind even if it didn’t make any sense. What you said though, was right. He was a different person with you. With you, you made him feel exposed. Naked even. Although you were a little quirky, you made him feel so comfortable and loved that he soon let down his walls for you. You got to see the side of him that nobody else had seen. The one where he could be his true form, without having any worries. He could confide in you. Talk to you about anything, even if it was touchy subjects, he knew you would listen him out. You didn’t see him as Brain Monster with IQ of 148. You didn’t see him as Rap Monster. You saw him as a human being. As a delicate fragile person.
~Flashback to the Present~
~You always used to say I should be thankful for every day
~Heaven knows what the future holds or at least how the story goes
~But I never believed them till now
~I know I’ll see you again I’m sure no it’s not selfish to ask for more
~One more night one more day
~One more smile on your face but they can’t take yesterday
~I thought our days would last forever
~But it wasn’t our destiny
~‘Cause in my mind we had so much time
~But I was so wrong
~Now I can believe that I can still find the strength in the moments we made
~I’m looking back on yesterday
The tears he held inside for so long slowly made their way out. Snaking down his cheeks, dropping onto the wooden table. He laughed. Laughed out the pain. The laughing only lasted for about a couple seconds before he was gasping, clutching his side, shaking with sadness, crying in despair.
“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N,” he whispered your name over and over again as he continued to cry softly.
“Jimin! It’s kick, kick, spin, arms out, left foot, turn and jump!” the choreographer exclaimed as he ran his hand through hair.“I’m sorry,” Jimin replied. He hated when the members couldn’t get the choreography right and when it was him who was the problem, he hated it even more. He despised making mistakes. “It’s getting too late,” the choreographer said looking down at his watch. “Let’s all just call it a night and go home, get a good nights rest and we’ll do this again tomorrow.“ The rest of the BTS members nodded their head in unison and the choreographer left the room, leaving the members alone to gather their things and go.
"Jimin-ah, let’s go,” V said as he came up to Jimin. Jimin shrugged V off.“You guys go first, I’ll come home soon,” said Jimin.“It’s almost 3 in the morning Jimin-hyung. Let’s just go home,” Jungkook persist. “No. Just go, leave me alone,” Jimin said turning his back on them. “Whatever then,” Suga said shooting Jimin a worried glance but since he was so exhausted, he exited the room going home. “You better be home by 4,” Jin said sternly. Jimin nodded curtly as the other members stared at him for his reaction. “I know you’re upset, but don’t overwork yourself, you’ll just end up fried from it and it won’t be good for your health. Y/N wouldn’t want that for you. Just so you know,” Rap Monster said resting a hand on Jimin’s shoulder before heading out. Jimin locked his jaws. He so wanted to hit Rap Monster for mentioning your name. That caught him by surprised. He wasn’t a violent person. But with your passing, it had taken such a toll on him, his mood swings were out of control. Jungkook and V gave you a glance and without a word left.
“Want me to stay and help you?” J-Hope asked. He was also the Choreographer leader and the ever helpful hyung. “No Hyung, you go home and rest, I promise I’ll get it down by tonight and I’ll be back at 4am,” Jimin said hoping to persuade J-Hope. “Well, if you insist…” J-hope said as he gathered his stuff, giving Jimin a quick one arm hug and leaving the room. Finally alone, Jimin turned up the music and started dancing to full capacity. As he danced the new moves, your past comments about his dancing made their way into his mind.
“Oppa, don’t try so hard! You look good enough as it is!” you had said.FLASH!“Jiminie~ look at that jibootayyyy~” you had playfully teased.
“Omo, look at that little tummy! I like what I see! I like those cinnamon rolls better than those chocolate abs,” you had said smiling making Jimin laugh out loud.
Ugh! Jimin collapsed to the bare empty floor of the practice room, the music cascading over him. He laid on the floor, covering his eyes with his arms. He could feel the sweat rolling off of his body and he could hear his heart thumping loudly, as if it was trying to break out of his rib cage. “I hate this. I hate that you left me, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!!!!” he screamed. “I hate you Y/N! Do you hear me? I hate you so much! I hope you can hear me wherever you are?!” he continued to scream.Jimin crawled to the music player, turning it off and laid back down on his back. He had so many questions for you, why you left him in this world by himself. He thought he would get to be with his first love, he thought he would get to marry you and you would have his kids. He wanted you to be the mother of his kids. But now you were gone. You left without a word, and he never got to see you. He had been overseas promoting his new album with group when word got to him that you had gone back to the heavenly. Just thinking about it got him angry. “Why God, why?! Why did you have to take her back so soon…” he thought as he laid drenched in his own tears and sweat.
5 months. 5 months since you had left him without any warning. 5 months since you had died. Wasn’t it suppose to get better? Wasn’t the pain suppose to subside? Each day seemed harder than the last to V.
V took a swig of beer as some stupid love song played from Jungkook’s room. “Kookie-ah! TURN IT DOWN!!!” V yelled angrily. The music continued to play as V took another impatient gulp of the bitter beer.
~Flashback to the past~
“Oppa, do you know that drinking 2 or more alcoholic drinks each day can shorten your life at about 23 years? Please don’t drink! I want you to live with me forever!” you had exclaimed.
“Okay, okay, Y/N, I promise I will only drink on special occasions, other than that, I will try not to do it so much,” V had promised you.
“Pinky promise oppa?” you had said.
“Pinky promise,” V said as his pinky finger entwined with yours.
~Flashback to the present~
“Pinky promise my ass. Pssh. Yeah, live with forever, what a lie,” V thought angrily, downing the beer bottle, throwing it away and reaching for another one. “Liar, liar, pants on fire,” the accusations continued in his clouded mind. As he was about to open the new bottle of fresh liquor, Jungkook snatched it out of his hand, throwing it across the room.
“HYUNG! YOU CAN’T LIVE LIKE THIS!” Jungkook screamed at him. “I know you’re hurt, but that doesn’t mean that you have to waste your life away. I understand Y/N is gone, but what?! You drinking is and getting drunk is going to bring her back?!”
“Go away you pest, sheesh, always in my way of things,” V slurred. Yeah, he wasn’t in his right mind. But the thing that was as clear as day in his mind? You. You were. He would try to sleep and you would invade his dreams. He would be drunk out of his mind, and all he could see were you scolding him, laying out drinking facts to him. “I know what I’m doing kid, just leave me be,” V said as he reached down again to grab a new bottle.
“This can’t go on any longer,” the harsh sound of the leader cut through the air like a knife. V looked up to see Rap Monster glaring down at him. V smirked and said “Wah? Wahcha gunn do?” Rap Monster glared at him and was about to say something when J-Hope stepped in. “V-ssi, go take a shower and go to sleep, go sober up. You look like shit.” With a last glance at Rap Monster, J-Hope, and Jungkook, V got up and slowly made his way to the restroom, knocking over things and laughing all the way.
A little sobered up, V walked the lonely cold streets of Seoul, drowning in his thoughts. “Maybe a shot of whiskey would make me feel better,” he thought. He looked up to the moon and swore. “Y/N… I just can’t believe it. I thought you said you wanted to live with me forever, but you were the one to leave me first. How can you say things and not mean them. What are words if you don’t mean them when you say them? Y/N…”
He walked the lonely streets, lost in his thoughts before walking into the park that he had taken you on your first date together. He walked until he saw the bench that you both had sat on, where he first had asked you out, then had proposed to… He sat down on the bench. Looking to his right, was your spot. Memories invaded him as he sat there motionless. You laughing there, you smiling and cracking stupid jokes. You feeding him strawberries, you just holding his hands and resting your head on his shoulder. God he missed you. He missed you so much.
“Y/N…..” V whispered your name as he sat on the cold wired bench letting the tears flow freely.
Jungkook sat against the walls, looking at the only picture he had left of you. A single polaroid of you sleeping peacefully with his jacket covering you, your hair splaying out in different directions. This polaroid, the only memory he had left. This picture, he took everywhere with him, stuffing it in his wallet, and looking at it whenever he missed you.
“I’m so sorry Y/N… If only I had made it in time…” he weeped silently. Some people say that he didn’t know what love was. Being the maknae that he was and his young age, people often assumed that he didn’t know anything. “You don’t know what love is- you don’t know this, you don’t know that-” the comments from strangers.
But god, did he know. He looked at your picture once again hearing your last words ring in his head; “Kookie-oppa… I… I love you so much. And I miss you. Please tell me you love and miss me too,” you had said.
“I love you and miss you so much baby, when I get back from tour, I promise to take you to eat at your favorite restaurant and we can come back and play Overwatch!” Jungkook had said excitedly not knowing you were on your deathbed.
you had chuckled faintly and told him, “I’d love to… Promise me to always be happy okay? And work hard, and love deeply.”
Jungkook had been confused at the time, not knowing why you were saying what you were saying but he had agreed. Then, you told him you loved him one last time and before he knew it, all he could hear were the sounds of muffled cries. “Whats going on?!” he had thought. “Jungkook, my daughter has passed away. She just wanted one last phone call with you and not let you know that it was her time. I’m so sorry son.” your father had told Jungkook chilling him to the bones.
With the news of you dying, Jungkook had frozed. You? Dying? When were you ever sick?! He was your boyfriend and he never once knew of anything, any diseases, illness that you had had. What kind of boyfriend was he?!
Jungkook continued to weep as he remembered your funeral, you had laid peacefully in the coffin, not one trace of worry on your delicate face. He had ran home, cried his heart out and yelled at himself for being a terrible person. His hyungs had tried to comfort him but it just made him feel worse.
“I’ve failed you Y/N… I’ve failed you. I loved you, I still love you. I love you, I love you, please just come back,” Jungkook cried as he stared at your photo.
First, can we all talk about the Namjin kiss on V-App??
I legit was screaming and laughing simultaneously. It was so precious and their reactions were hysterical and all the other members were so excited and supportive LOL I LOVE IT.
Okay anyway…about the “Spring Day” MV. My reaction went a little something like the following memes, pics, and gifs.
(None of them belong or were created by me! Credit to all of their owners)
First off homeboy, Kim Taehyung, with his visuals, opening up the video…
But wait…why are you listening to the train COMING in the middle of the train track! NO V! Don’t DO THIS to us within the first 10 seconds!
Everyone be serving aesthetically soft looks and my heart is melting as fast as ice cream sitting outside in the heatwave.
Namjoon starting off with “Bogoshipda”
And everyone joining in that they miss someone.
*screams* “We’re here BANGTAN! WE’RE RIGHT HERE!”
CHORUS: “Whoaaaa, whooaaaa, whoaaaaa!”
YOONGI IN PINK WITH THOSE BLUE HIGHLIGHTS IN A PILE OF MY LAUNDRY. YES PLEASE.
And we have this beautiful, picturesque shot of Hobi.
You can practically hear Hobi screaming before shooting this scene as he climbs up on this train. But he is still so beautifully aesthetic ~
AND JIMIN BEING SMOL AND FITTING IN THE TRAIN SEAT ALL CURLED UP IN THAT SOFT SWEATER.
“How do I look this good when I stare at my washing machine?” Tutorial by Kim Seokjin
Jimin: “Come here”
Me: I’M COMINGGG!
When JK was running and you got nervous he was left behind then his hyungs popped up and they were together again.
THEN THE SCENE CHANGE MAKES IT LOOK LIKE HE WAS SEEING HIMSELF IN THE TRAIN PASSING BY. #SHOOK
And when you realize that they might possibly be depicting & celebrating the death of their youth. They’re wearing bright colors, eating junk food, and wearing crowns. And it explains why, though they don’t look sad, they don’t look thoroughly excited. You could totally relate cause growing up is scary, but it’s all better when you have people by your side to grow up with <3
You want to grab your closest friends and family to give them a big hug because you realize life wouldn’t be the same without them <3
Then the MV ends.
And you just sit there…contemplating your life.
And you realize how much you love BTS and how beautiful this song is (as always) <3
Previous installment:All Fat (Jamie and Claire finally tell Bree about the baby)
“Alright, now, Dr. Fraser…” Jamie prompted, poking her with his big toe as he read from the next card. “Tell me, what is the….‘Law of Segregation?’”
“Posits that allele pairs segregate randomly from each other during the production of gametes—allele pairs separate during gamete production and thus the sperm or egg carries just the one allele for each inherited trait— and when sperm and egg come together at fertilization—each contributes an allele, restoring the paired condition in any offspring.”
Finishing her slew of learn’ed gibberish in a triumphant rush, Claire bobbed her head once—quite like a musician that’s just hit the final note to their satisfaction— and looked over at him expectantly from her end of the sofa.
He studied the card and nodded sagely. “Aye, that’s verra good— Looks as though you’ve got that one down as well.”
She raised her eyebrows.
“Aye, WELL,” he grinned, “that is to say, ye spoke a good number of words and verra confidently, forbye.”
“Lazy oaf,” she mock-scolded, snatching back the card to look over it herself. “A word or two off, but pretty damn close.”
“See? Confident.” And that’s verra impressive, lass.” He took the card back and re-read the definition silently to himself, shaking his head. “When ye explain the concepts to me, they make some sort of sense, but trying to read your books myself, the words seem as inscrutable as ancient Egyptian scripts.”
“They did finally translate those, you know,” she said absently as she flipped through her notes. “The Egyptian hieroglyphs.”
“Truly? How?” He grinned. “Did someone travel through your wee stones to get it sorted out?” He abruptly stopped grinning as he reflected that this was not, after all, so very outlandish a proposition.
“A stone of a different sort helped crack the code,“ she explained, though her mouth was quirked up at the irony. "Uncle Lamb took me to see the Rosetta Stone at the British Museum, once, when I was young. Not much to look at for a seven-year-old, to be honest, but it opened up entire fields of study of ancient civilizations and their languages. Worth seeing in one’s lifetime, certainly.”
“That’s a wonder, and no mistake,” Jamie said, feeling truly awed that mankind since his own time had not only expanded the limits of new innovation, but had plumbed the mysteries of the ancient past as well; not to mention the deepest working of the invisible realms of blood and bone, exploring places smaller than any eye could see or imagine.
And in the many times these last weeks when he’d helped her with her studying, he’d often thought that perhaps the folk of Cranesmuir, the folk of Paris, even, hadn’t been so very wrong in naming his wife a witch, for she prophesied, and no mistake. For if the Laws that she’d recited and so patiently tried to explain to him were to be taken as fact, she knew for fact that the child within her could never have brown, grey, or green eyes.
He pictured it like a great, pounding battlefield, the body of the wee babe—the Traits the warriors, armed and ready to make their stand for eternal glory. The Browns—they were the most vicious of the clans, the most ruthless and unyielding. Their steel was sure, and nearly always their opponents were vanquished by their mighty blows, or so cowed before the Donn brutes that they fled in terror before swords were raised….
And yet a courageous Gold and an unlikely Blue had defied the odds in the two battles before, each leading their clans through the fray in an almighty charge against the foe, and managed to raise their colors, to rout the Dominant forces. Thus triumphant, those legendary victors would not let their territory be ceded. Only one of *their* colors would fly over that hallowed field, and over their alliance. Only *future* marriages with Browns or half-Browns might see a change of banner in their descendants.
….but the Gold and the Blue were assured of their place in the songs. They would be remembered.
He hoped it wasn’t painful for the babe, to have such turmoil taking place in the deciding all the details of its formation. He scooted closer to Claire, close enough to cup the child in it’s sleeping-place. Dinna fash, wee one, he thought, all things will be well, soon.
One of Claire’s new terms flashed through his mind, and he decided to try it out, glad of the chance to test his bare scraps of understanding. “So, the ‘gamete’ is…like what you’d call our wee bairn, at present, aye?”
“Close—gamete is before the sperm—seed, I mean—and egg come together. Once they do, it’s called a zygote,” she said, rattling off the progression on her fingers, “but just at present, he or she is technically called a foetus; or ‘fetus,’ as I’m apparently going to have to start spelling it.”
Jamie banished the absurd
not to mention disturbing—image of a wee goat with human feet prancing about in there, and only laughed ruefully. “It’s a good thing it’s you becoming the physician, Sassenach. If it depended upon me to learn all this, we’d be ruined.”
“You don’t give yourself enough credit, Jamie.” Her face was soft with a concern that warmed his heart. “Don’t think just because these terms are new to you, you couldn’t— ”
“Dinna fash, Sassenach,” he assured her. “I ken I’m no’ a complete fool, and that I’m fully capable of learning whatsoever I wish….Same as I’m capable of climbing up the Mountain Kill-A-Man-Giarro ye told me of. It’s only a matter of how much I want to kill THIS man,” he pointed theatrically to the top of his head, “in the trying.”
“Forget medicine, you could have a career in comedy, if you wanted!” she hooted. He laughed along with her and pulled her feet up into his lap, gratified to hear her groan in relief as he removed her socks and began to rub. “Oh, darling, that’s wonderful
THANK you.” She let her head loll to the side against the back of the sofa. “You’ll put me right to sleep with that.”
“Well, and sleep, ye should,” he said, glancing up at the clock. “Ten o’clock and you’ve the examination in the morning.”
“Bright and early,” she confirmed through a yawn, wrapping her arm around the bairn. “But I’ve got to keep studying for at least a bit longer. I did well on the first exam, and I don’t want to get cocky and blow it.”
He raised one foot and placed a kiss on it, making her giggle. “You’re doing a magnificent job, mo chridhe—at all of it.”
He didn’t feel as though as if he were doing much of anything, compared with what she had to manage. She’d cut back to just two days per week at the hospital to allow for more time for her studies, but even so, a job, keeping up with Harvard’s demands, advancing pregnancy, and a two-year old together added up to an astounding level of demand and responsibility. He rubbed her leg tenderly, his gaze serious. “You’ll tell me if there’s anything more I can be doing to help?”
“I promise,” she said with a sweet smile, leaning forward to kiss him.
He obliged, taking her face in his hands. He had just brought her mouth to his, when she jumped and cried out as though stabbed. “Christ, Claire, are ye
—?” He reached for her face, panicked— but the expression on it, the direction of her gaze told him everything.
He dropped the hand at once to her belly to settle between both of hers. “Is it
She nodded and pursed her lips, glowing with quiet light as she held the child, as tightly as she could. “Hello there, little love.”
“Oh, lass…” Jamie moved quickly to kneel on the floor beside her, kissing her cheek and wrapping his arms around her. “What does it feel like?” he asked, as he leaned his head against her shoulder. The wonder in his heart, the hope— “Is it kicking?”
“No, still early for that. It’s just the first quickening,” she said, blinking hard and smiling. “It’s a bit like
like popcorn in my belly.”
“Like—what kind of corn?”
“I’ll have to make you some,” she laughed. “I just mean it’s like—little bubbles popping.” She shook her head, awed, in another place, by the look in her eyes. “So she’s—he’s— really in there, then…”
“Did ye doubt it?”
“No,” she murmured softly, “just…it’s good to feel him…her…to feel that there’s a tiny person in there, not just some rogue germ that’s silently infected my body.”
“Well, and it is rather like a wee germ, is it not?” he said gently, tracing wee circles on her belly. “Tiny living creature that feeds off ye, unseen?”
She leaned her head against his, giving a soft laugh of agreement. “Well, let’s hope it grows up far more cute and capable than a germ.” They were just a warm bundle of happiness, together, voices barely more than a whisper, as though heeding Brianna’s threats against waking the babe.
“Wi’ the way its mother is,” he said, reaching up to touch her face, “I canna honestly see how it could fail on either point.”
They shook together with silent laughter, but at length, simply let the quiet of the night fall over them. He’d carry her to bed, when she’d fallen asleep, and ensure she was up in plenty of time for the two of them to drive into town for her examination. His back did ache and his knees would punish him for it in the morning, to be sure; and certainly she’d wanted to study, longer.
Just at present, though, there was nothing more important than this.
i had so much funny doing this omg imagine daehwi being a shy little fanboy
ok so this story takes place in cali
and daehwi has lived there all his life just because it makes the story work a little better
you’re a part of one of the most popular girl groups right now
you’re from the same city as daehwi, and your younger brother (let’s call him evan for the sake of clarity) is actually best friends with daehwi
but they became friends after you left for korea so he never had the chance to meet you which kinda sucks bc if y’all were friends before you became a trainee he could’ve bragged to other kids
daehwi is literally the biggest fan of your group
he’s bought every album, downloaded every song, and watched every variety show
when evan sees daehwi fanboy over you, your brother is like bro wtf
daehwi thinks it’s bc evan doesn’t like kpop, but it’s actually bc “ew my friend is fanboying over my sister”
your brother and daehwi actually go to the same school you went to and he hears about your reputation all the time especially since you are like the only girl who became a kpop star there
seriously everyone, even the underclassmen who came in after you left, know who you are
“oh y/n was on the honor roll for two years straight”
“she was the badminton team’s star player”
“wasn’t she a great dancer too?”
in daehwi’s eyes you were amazing
like you had fans at school, but daehwi was the fan
like if someone mentions your name, you can bet your ass that daehwi will pop out of nowhere and be like
“i heard y/n”
in his senior year of high school, your group is going on a world tour
la is one of the stops when is it not lets be honest pls come to norcal we exist too
daehwi is so freaking excited
like he has his mom’s credit card ready and his lightstick and signs are sitting in his room waiting to be used
well on the day sales starts, daehwi is sitting in front of his computer, ready to buy tickets
yeah he doesn’t get a ticket bc they all sell out
ok they didn’t all sell out
there were p4 and p5 tickets but daehwi doesn’t want them
he wants the p1 and would’ve settled for p2
at school the next day, he’s sad
and because daehwi’s sad the whole school is sad
like their sunshine is frowning the whole day
evan eventually asks daehwi why he’s sad
“i couldn’t get tickets yesterday” he sighed
“you know that y/n is my older sister right? she told us she’s giving our family some for the concert and we have an extra one because my grandma is not fond of loud places”
daehwi takes a few moments to process this newly acquired info
“WHAT THE FUCK EVAN WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY SOMETHING EARLIER?!?!” he shouts
evan just shrugs
“i thought everyone here knew. i guess not”
on the day before the concert, you actually go home for a “congratulations on your first world tour!” celebration which involves lots of family members and your group mates joining in on the festivities
evan calls daehwi at one point to tell him to come over
he doesn’t tell him you’re home
and when daehwi steps through those doors
you whip your head around to see who came in
evan is honestly so embarrassed to be daehwi’s friend at that moment
“i;m a really big fan of yours!!” he rushed up to you and looked at you with these sparkling eyes
honestly it’s kinda cute
“i heard about you from evan,” you laughed. “your name is daehwi right?”
daehwi rubs his neck in embarrassment
“i actually go by david, but you can call me daehwi,, if you want?”
you just laugh again and nod
“well thanks for being my fan daehwi”
daehwi can die happy now
when the party is over, daehwi passes by evan at the door
“bro i love you”
“ugh save that love for my sister”
your ears perk up at the words “my sister”
and you stroll over to them and smile at daehwi
“get home safe daehwi”
he just nods, but as soon as he’s sure he’s out of your sight, he stomping on concrete with his arms shaking back and forth
“evan your friend is such a cutie pie”
“why do you say that? don’t tell me you like him.”
“nah it’s just that he’s fanboying in front of the window and he thinks i cant see him but the curtains are drawn and i can”
after the concert the next day
daehwi goes home in a daze
you winked at him when it was time to move around the stage and he swore that his heart was beating at 100/kmh
his phone goes off out of nowhere and he picks it up thinking it’s evan
but it’s not
“hi daehwi this is y/n. i hope you had fun at the concert!”
he just frozen bc
she has my number
daehwi collects himself and say in the most calm voice possible
“Hyung?” Jimin whispered as he peeped his head from behind the bedroom door. It wasn’t surprising to see a blanket burrito stuffed with only the most premium of geniuses: Min Yoongi. All that was needed was a side of guac.
“Hyung, are you awake?” With every step Jimin took, the ground beneath him creaked just slightly. From within the encased ball of cloth annoyed groans could be heard,
“Does it look like I’m awake?” A small tuft of black fluffy hair and the tired, irritated face of its owner could be seen from a teensiest of holes that breached his fortress.
It’s not like Kent could get out of playing against Jack. If he could, he might’ve considered it. But there Jack goes making that fucking goal, tying the score with minutes left in the third period. Maybe if Kent wasn’t so single-minded when it came to hockey, he could deal with going into overtime. But something about Zimms giving him a run for his money is unacceptable. He pushes for another goal, it works. Unfortunately, that means accidentally running into Snowy and the net after the fact.
It’s funny how the Aces have a rep for being cheaters when the only time shit like this happens is on accident. Not that anyone would believe him. Kent’s caught under a haze of players when someone lifts him like he weighs nothing. He should guess it’s Alexei, but hearing him curse at Kent confirms it.
“You liking hit that so much?” Tater shouts. “I can hit too!”
Tater’s giving him the stink eye and honestly, it takes all of Kent’s energy to look guilty and not turned on. The goal stands, and he knows he’s gonna have some shit to answer for later. But right now, he can’t get over how good it feels to win. He’s earned this; he doesn’t have to answer to live up to Jack’s shadow anymore.
Of course, the post-game interview is going to have at least one question about that goal and three to ten about Jack.
“We played our best out there,” he tells the journalists. “This time it was enough, but obviously, we’ll prepare for the next one just as well.”
He showers, gets an Uber, and leaves without much ado. He thinks about whether he’s petty enough to say good game to Jack. Kent doesn’t know when he became so angry with him. It needs to stop—he knows that much. However, that’s an issue for another day.
There’s a brownstone townhouse a few blocks from the arena. Kent could’ve walked here, but he figures he needs to work on an apology dinner while he still has time. He pulls his key ring out of his back pocket, bracing himself. He slips in the front door, flicking on the entrance light just before getting tackled by fifty pounds of fluff.
“Vera, stop,” he laughs wincing as the black and white Siberian husky licks all over his face. He’s able to sit up after a minute of wet kisses, “yea I missed you too, baby.” He ruffles her fur, kissing her cold nose. “C’mon, you can help me grovel to Papa.”
As we all know, in Genius Lyrics, usually there are people who interpret the songs and the meaning behind the songs based on some phrases or paragraph. But I won’t use their interpretations and I wanna share about what I interpret from this song to you from some point-of-view. (I’m sorry if you find me passionate about Camila’s song, but I’ve been writing lyrics for “therapy” as well. I’ve posted about how I would relate to her songs the moment she announced her album title. I’m just so excited and I would like to know which part I would relate to on every of her songs).
Based on my interpretations, there are 2 possibilities on the point-of-views of the lyrics of CITC.
1. She wrote it from the point-of-view where she wrote for someone else.
In other words, the word “you” there refer to someone else. So, she’s trying to tell the other person, that he/she shouldn’t cry in the club. To just focus on her, dance with her, and lost themselves in the beat of the music.
Many people might be confused as to why there are 2 subjects there. I find it interesting myself since it leaves a lot of rooms of interpretations and speculations. Among some interpretations in Genius Lyrics, I found something interesting. This one.
Intermezzo: Since I’m a Camren shipper, I smiled when I read it and my eyes widened with shock. Lol.. *coughs* Camila, are you trying to make us delusional again? Lol.. We all know who is bisexual among their circle.
But back to the topic. Lol.. This pictures and that interpretation actually explains what I wanna say. The subjects “him” and “her” could explain that the person she’s trying to write this song for is a bisexual, and she’s trying to console him/her, make him/her dance and get lost in the beat in the club.
Here is the 2nd possibility.
2. She wrote this song from the point-of-view where she wrote about herself.
In other words, the word “you” there explains about herself. So, she’s talking to herself to just forget about the love of her life and get lost in the beat of the music in the club and to not cry. So, the echo “I won’t.. I won’t..” there is like a way of telling herself to not cry in the club.
Meanwhile, the subject “him” and “her” there is like a way of telling that she had fallen for a boy and a girl, and that she could live without them, to just dance and get lost in the beat.
Well, obviously there will be more interpretations and speculations out there. But these 2 are what I spotted. Once again, we don’t know which one is right, but personally, I tend to think that among these 2, the 1st possibility is closer to the truth. Why? Because otherwise, in the 2nd possibility, the pre-chorus and chorus doesn’t make sense.
Ain’t no crying in the club (Hey, hey) Let the beat carry, your tears as they fall baby Ain’t no crying in the club (Hey, hey) With a little faith, your tears turn to ecstasy Ain’t no crying in the club I won’t, I won’t, I- Ain’t no crying in the club I won’t, I won’t, I- Ain’t no crying in the club
The lyrics, for me, pretty much explain that she’s singing for another person there. “Put your arms around me tonight”, “Open up your heart to me”, “Let the beat carry your tears as they fall baby” These three phrases don’t make sense if she’s talking to herself, in my opinion. Putting arms around yourself might still make sense. But, opening up your heart to yourself? Does she talk about accepting herself? Did she turn to hate herself before?
I might have the 3rd possibility that would be out of context though.
3. She wrote it from the point-of-view of the other person telling herself all of those in the lyrics
In other words, it’s as if she wrote from the point-of-view of someone who consoled herself. So, the word “you” there refers to Camila herself. Camila is the one who is hurting and the other person asked her to be free and let herself lost in the beat in the club, to not cry in the club. So the echo “I won’t.. I won’t..” is the echo of herself.
So what about the subject “him” and “her” there? Well, again that’s about her falling for a boy and a girl before. And that the person saying all of those words in the lyrics try to tell her that she should forget them, to just let loose in the club.
But again, we don’t know which one is the right one. Lol.. After all, it is a debate. I don’t know whether someone would ask her about that part in her lyrics in an interview or not and we would get an answer about this debate or not.
My other interpretation about the subject “him” and “her” could be about her relatives or parents. But it doesn’t make sense because Camila’s mom is with her all the time and all her parents are still alive. Well, it could be about her trying to be independent and get out of her depression and her reliance to her parents. But, this is a very weak theory. I myself don’t even believe this interpretation even if it popped up in my mind and might be one of the many possibilities. Lol..
After all, that one person interpreted about “him” and “her” in Genius Lyrics is also true. It could be about Camila trying to widen her market so that a lot of people can relate to her songs and not only some group of people. After all, it’s a very good strategy for her debut. The more people can relate to her songs, the more people like her songs, the more money coming in and pouring into the big business machine.
Anyway, give credit to all the amazing artists here. I ADMIRE THEM
Okay, I’ll end it here. I’m very emotional right now. Lol.. I’ve been gifting on iTunes since 11 AM when the song was released here in my country so I didn’t really get to listen to the song intently. If I turn on Spotify while gifting, my iTunes will be error. That’s why I turned it off. I just had the time to listen intently and looked at the lyrics. And that’s when my tears finally fell. I’m even crying while writing this. Lol.. I relate more to the 1st possibility, even if with a different story. But if the 1st possibility is true, then wow.. what a sad Camren story.
Anyway, since the music video is like the Stripper and Lauren has “teased” us about the crying eyes art in Camila’s cover from her drawing using sriracha.. Lol.. I have a little hope. I mean my Camren heart has a hope. This is so out of topic lol.. Sorry.
About I Have Questions, I might give my opinion later. After all, I think the lyrics pretty much explains everything. But, I haven’t even heard it properly.
Kim Taehyung: You don’t get much credit from fans and the press, but Kim Taehyung alone can still make you feel like you’re the star of the show. He feels there’s not much he can do in terms of consoling you, after all, it’s something that can only be resolved in time and with dedication on your part, and his words can only do so much - but this doesn’t stop him from trying his hardest to make you feel important. It’s the little things he does that heartens you - he sings your lines and dances your part in the choreography, promoting you every step of the way at every opportunity. The ways he shows you that you’re appreciated always gets through to you, and you find yourself realizing your self worth because of him. It’s the night of a big awards show - you’re performing on cue, and you scan your eyes across the audience, only to find Taehyung just doing what he does best to support you:
Jeon Jungkook: Kook is often in the limelight, so while he may be unable to relate to your predicament at times; what he can do is help elevate your stage presence to a level that will demand the eyes of the audience before you. He isn’t the kind to sit back and do nothing about a problem. He can shower you with sympathy, but this is how he would really like to help you, if you’ll let him. He’s aware that you have the skills to take on a bigger role in a group, so when you confide in him about being underappreciated, he’ll make it a point to be alongside you, giving you the guidance you need until you are happy with the work that you do. All in all, Jungkook has the potential to be just what you need to overcome this problem as an idol, due to his ardent nature and constant strive for excellence. You’re wrapping up a vocal session with him when he playfully bumps into your shoulder.
“You’re getting better, you know? Once you get even more confident, I bet that you’ll be getting your own solo stage soon enough.”
Park Jimin: He and Yoongi have a standing lunch date with you, so when you show up looking less than ecstatic, Jimin swoops in, armed with sincerity and empathy, carefully crafting ways to indirectly find out what’s wrong. Jimin is a very rational member of the group, and is willing to listen to all sorts of problems and provide grounded solutions that make a lot of sense. When you finally cave and tell them that you’ve been feeling unacknowledged lately, a resounding ‘ah’ escapes his lips. The two boys exchange knowing glances - they’ve been through this song and dance before, and they know exactly how you feel. He promises you that this feeling will pass, and he tells you that no matter what, keep working hard and you’ll get the attention you truly deserve in due time. Jimin stops eating, insisting that you look at him as he tells you this:
“______________, you wouldn’t be where you are today if you weren’t cut out for it. We all believe in you and admire you, and the fans will eventually come to realize how capable you are too.”
Kim Seokjin: Seeing how put off you are by the whole ordeal of being underappreciated gets him slightly riled up. He knows what it’s like and doesn’t like that you’re going through that experience too, even though you’re more than able to perform just as brilliantly as anyone else in the group. The first thing he’ll try to do is cheer you up and distract you from the initial disappointment you feel as an idol. He’d act silly just to put a smile on your face, even if it takes your mind off the situation for a second. Underneath the comedic ploy is usually an underlying message from him - if you know you’re worth the attention, you shouldn’t let anyone make you think otherwise. You arrive at the dorm one night, weary with a bruised ego. As soon as you mention to Seokjin that you haven’t been getting a lot of lines or screen time, he yells:
“HUH!? Why!? Don’t they recognize talent when they see it!? Let me speak to your manager!” ( You end up breaking out into a fit of laughter telling Jin to stop. ) “TRY AND STOP ME! _____________ is an amazing idol and people need to know!”
Min Yoongi: Down-to-earth Min Yoongi will have no problems getting rid of your dismay. He’s often quiet, but when it matters, he knows exactly what to say to make you re-evaluate your concerns, in a good way. He’s been through a lot on his life, both as an average person and as a K-Pop idol, so he’s wise to a lot of problems that one might face in the early stages of being in an idol group. Namjoon will be able to share this sentiment too. Yoongi is not surprised in the least bit when you confess that you’re discouraged by the lack of lines in your latest group album. He knows it sucks that you don’t get nearly enough exposure as the other members, so he’ll try to provide some form of closure in his advice. With the most tender of voices and warmest of gazes, he eases the tension you’ve been feeling about this as he speaks frankly:
“If you’ve been hard-working and honest up until this point, the lack of attention you get eventually won’t matter - it’ll come to you, slowly but surely. Every member gets their turn. More importantly, never forget why you do what you do; not because you want fame, but because you love doing it.”
Jung Hoseok: Hobi knows that idols feel this way at some point - but to see you actively being upset about it makes him not only sad, but nervous for you as well. He’s felt this way before, but he doesn’t let it get the better of him, instead using this as motivation to push himself harder. However, he’s not sure what kind of effect being overlooked in a group might have on you. He has always made sure to compliment you on your efforts whenever he can, and has always assured you that you play a role just as important as everyone else’s. He’s sat by the edge of the stage, watching you rehearse the night before your concert. He’s concerned at first, anxious that you might feel less encouraged to perform to your fullest, but when he sees you setting aside all your woes and dancing your heart out, he chuckles to himself. He truly thinks that this is the most amazing display of passion he’s seen, and he’ll never stop being your number one fan for it. He loves you for that.
“Ah, they’re so talented. They’ll get their turn to shine soon, I’m sure of it. I’ve never seen anyone work as diligently as them, even through tough times. I’m not sure why I was ever worried.”
Kim Namjoon: As leader of Bangtan, Namjoon knows how to let each member know that they are appreciated, and are just as vital as any other member. You confess that you’ve been feeling left out and less acknowledged for awhile now. He assures you that without you in the group, it simply would not be what it is anymore; it would not be the same without you - each member has different strengths, and maybe they won’t highlight yours on this album, but they might do so the next. He’ll identify with your problems at first and comfort you, but like Yoongi, he’ll soon remind you of the unbreakable bonds you’ve made with the members over the years, and how these friendships will help re-acquaint you with your integrity as an artist. Kim Namjoon is a bigger picture kind of guy - he’ll try to make you feel better about the lack of recognition by painting a beautiful possibility for you as an idol in a group.
“Yeah, it blows that things are like this now, but it’s only temporary. Give it time - once you stand in an arena in front of a sea of lights as a team, that frustration will wash away - fame, money - none of that stuff will matter anymore, and I swear, it’ll be worth it.”
Bonus: BTS at your first big awards show, especially when it’s your turn to take the stage:
Hope you guys enjoy this react!Sorry if you spot a couple mistakes, if there are any. I’m pretty exhausted right now, but I’ll go over it again tomorrow and correct anything I find! <3
Summary: Daniel is caught up in his work and isn’t paying attention to you, so you decide to give his a strip tease aaannnddd ;)
Warnings: Smut. Loss of virginity. A few swear words? Fluffy Daniel
A/N: Please, please, please do NOT read if you aren’t comfortable with sexual content. Thank you!
Bored. That was the only word you could describe yourself as being. Daniel has been busy all day. With recording, to writing down his ideas onto paper that he thought he could use in a new song, to some more recording. He hasn’t paid much attention to you all day. You understood that he had work, but today was supposed to be your day together. You were supposed to stay in all day and watch movies and snack until you couldn’t anymore. But the boys had to do a last minute recording and your plans went downhill from there.
You were currently in the bathroom washing your face and getting ready for bed, seeing as it was already 8:30 at night and you definitely weren’t going anywhere with Daniel. You sighed as you dried your smooth face off and looked at Daniel from the bathroom. He was currently playing his guitar on his bed, still dressed from earlier that day. You pouted and switched off the lights from the bathroom. You started to walk to the bedroom, so you could tell Daniel that you wanted to go to bed, but stopped dead in your tracks when you got an idea. A fantastic idea that would surely get his attention.
You backed up back into the bathroom, while watching Daniel to make sure he continued playing his guitar, and shut the door. Daniel is going to love this.
You walked out of the bathroom for the second time, but this time looking a little different. You shaved your legs, recurled your hair, and spritzed on Daniel’s favorite perfume of yours. Daniel was still strumming away, while your heart was hammering in your chest. Teasing Daniel was never something that had crossed your mind before. You guys haven’t really done anything other than heavy kissing and light groping over clothes. Other than that, your relationship has been pretty PG. You definitely wanted to explore more with Daniel, and you knew he wanted to too. But he’s such a gentleman, he would never come out and say he wanted to, but you knew.
You took some deep breaths and adjusted your bra, so it gave you a nice amount of cleavage, and walked into the bedroom. You closed the door quietly behind you, so you wouldn’t disturb him, but he looked up anyways. Just a brief glance and then he focused on his guitar again. You rolled your eyes and huffed. You raised an eyebrow and reached down to grab the hem of your sweater. You brought it up over your head and let it drop to the ground beside your feet. There you were, bra exposed just for him and he still hadn’t noticed. You were just about to grab your sweater and pull it back over your head out of embarrassment, when Daniel glanced back up at you and then down to his guitar and then back up to you again.
His deep, blue eyes grew large as the movements of his hands stopped completely, and he stared up at you. “Y/N…what are you doing, babe?” He asked you as the shock slowly left his face. “Getting your attention.” You told him as you played with your fingers and nervously swept your eyes around the clean room. “Well, you definitely got it, baby.” He told you and set his guitar on the ground. You crossed your arms over your chest and scoffed lightly. “Well good. It’s kind of sad that this is the only thing that got you to look at me for more than three seconds today.” Daniel furrowed his eyebrows together in confusion. “What do you mean? I’ve been noticing you all day. Always watching you to make sure you were okay. You seemed fine. You looked beautiful today, by the way.” He told you with a small blush. “Well, today was supposed to be our day. We never get time to ourselves, Daniel. I just wanted to spend quality time with my boyfriend.” You mumbled and uncrossed your arms. “I know and I’m so sorry. But I couldn’t get out of it. This is my job, babe. I know I promised an us day, but tomorrow I’m definitely free and all yours.” He told you and offered you a small smile. “We’ll see.” You shrugged your shoulders and placed your hands on your hips.
“Oh. We’ll see, huh?” He teased with small smirk. You nodded your head and tried to hide your smile. “Why don’t you finish what you were just doing for me?” He asked you with curious eyes, but then realized how forward his question was and quickly added, “Only if you want to!” You laughed softly at your sweet boyfriend and slowly slid your hands down to the button of your jeans. You popped the button and heard Daniel swallow hard. You smiled shyly at him and slid the jeans down your legs and kicked them next to your sweater.
You stood in front of him in nothing, but your bra and panties. He watched you intently, eyes skimming your soft body over and over again. He sighed and slid a hand down his face. “Please come here.” He held his arms out for you and you walked over to him slowly. You stood in front of him and he wrapped his arms around your waist. He pulled you down onto his lap, resting his hands on your thighs as you brought them on either side of his legs.
He rubbed your legs tenderly and slowly, humming when you rested your forehead against his. “I love you.” He whispered. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips against his delicately. Your lips molded together and you turned your head to the side as the kiss grew rougher and stronger. You slid your hands in his hair and tugged on the ends. He moaned against your mouth and shifted his hips. You felt something hard against you and you pulled your mouth from his to look down. You saw the prominent bulge in his jeans grow and you looked up to see him watching you.
“Sorry, baby.” He apologized and kissed your neck gingerly. You held his head against your neck and breathed a sigh when he kissed the spot that made you shiver. “Don’t apologize.” You told Daniel and shifted your hips against his softly, earning a small whine him. He rutted his hips, letting out a gasp you clung onto him tighter. “Daniel.” You panted. He stopped his movements instantly and looked at you with worried eyes. “What’s wrong? Was that too much? God, I-I’m sorry, Y/N-” You grabbed his jaw, cutting him off. “Hey, I said to not apologize. You’re fine, babe.” You laughed and pressed your lips to his for a quick kiss.
“I was just going to say that, we could maybe do more stuff? Like, take it farther.” You mumbled and looked down at your lap as Daniel watched your eyes. “You mean…” He trailed off. You nodded shyly and finally looked up to meet his blue eyes. His eyes doubled in size and he nodded. “Oh. Yeah, okay. Are you sure, Y/N? Please don’t feel obligated to do anything with me. Not that I don’t want to or anything! God, I’d love too, but only if you are one hundred percent sure you want to do it with me.” He rambled and rubbed soothing circles into your lower back. You shook your head in confusion. “What do you mean, Daniel? Of course I want to do it with you. I wouldn’t want anyone else here with me right now. I love you.” You reassured him and kissed his temple. He smiled the biggest smile, the smile that showed off his adorable gap, and rested his forehead against yours. “I love you more.” He twirled a piece of your hair between his fingers happily. With his red, glowing face and his long eyelashes fluttering against the tops of his cheeks, he was becoming absolutely irresistible to you.
You ducked your head down slightly and attached your soft lips to his warm neck. You trailed light kisses against the side of his neck and nipped lightly against the tender spot behind his ear. He mewled and held you against him, this time with a tighter grip. You pushed against his chest, signalling him to lay back, which he did. You sat up on his lap and looked down at him, your hair falling in your face. Daniel reached a hand up, and pushed the hair that fell, behind your ear.
You slid your hands down his lean torso, feeling the outline of his abs as you go. You pushed the end of his shirt up slightly to reveal his perfectly shaped v-line. Daniel reached his hands down to grab the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. You stared down at his body as he placed his hands on your hips and rubbed them soothingly. Just as you were about to press a kiss to his chest he grabbed your leg with one hand with the other one still resting on your hip and flipped you, so you were under him instead of on top.
He looked down at you and nosed your cheek lovingly. He ran his hands down your body gracefully and pressed his lips to yours. Daniel molded his lips to yours with such vigor, it left you breathless, but you craved more of him. You craved all of him. You reached your hands down to his jeans and unbuttoned and unzipped them. Daniel hummed and broke the kiss to pull down his pants. He kicked them off to the side and hovered over you again.
He kissed your shoulder sweetly as he pulled the straps of your bra down. He reached his hands behind your back, his cold hands against your warm skin making you gasp and arch your back. “Sorry.” He giggled and continued to try and unhook your bra. After a few moments of frustrated mumbling and sighing he hung his head. You laughed at him and reached behind your back to unhook it with ease.
Daniel slid it off of your arms and dropped it to the ground. He stared in awe at your chest exposed to him. “You’re so beautiful. You know that, right? Absolutely gorgeous.” He exclaimed and kissed down your body. You gleamed up at the ceiling, wondering how you got so lucky to meet someone as wonderful as Daniel. Meeting him is one thing, but pursuing a relationship with him is just mind blowing. You honestly have to be the luckiest girl in the world.
Daniel kissed back up your body and smiled at you. “Are you sure you definitely want to do this Y/N?” He asked you and rubbed your arms, causing goosebumps to rise. You nodded your head and smiled at him. He nodded back and got off of you to walk to the other side of the bed. You got situated in the middle of it as you waited for him to get whatever it was he was searching in his bedside table drawer for. Daniel closed the drawer and stood at the end of the bed. He crawled up to you and pressed a longing kiss to your lips. He pulled away reached for the waistband of your panties. He looked at you for consent and you just nodded silently. He pulled them down your legs and pulled his boxers down as well. Daniel ripped open the condom in his hands softly. You raised an eyebrow at him and he just laughed. “I have these just in case we were to do something. Aren’t you glad I have them?” he sent you a little wink and you just rolled your eyes playfully.
He rolled it down his length and your heart lept in your throat. Oh shit. The fluttering in your stomach grew as he grabbed your legs and moved you slightly, so you were in a more comfortable position. You weren’t nervous about doing it exactly. You just didn’t know what to expect. Is it going to hurt? Are you going to bleed? So many questions that you couldn’t answer. You looked at Daniel and your nerves eased slightly, but they were still there. Daniel noticed and cupped your cheek. “It’s going to be okay, baby. You’ll be fine.” he told you and kissed your head.
Daniel rested his forearms beside either side of your head and settled between your legs. He kissed your nose before lining himself with your entrance. “You okay?” He asked and when you nodded, he pushed himself into you slowly. You hissed lightly at the pain and Daniel stopped his movements. “Do you want to stop, Y/N?” He asked you and you shook your head. “No, just hold on for a second.” He hovered over, not moving for a good minute just giving you small kisses all over your face. Soon enough, the pain was tolerable, so you asked him to move.
He filled you completely and you gasped at the sudden thrust, but it was soon swallowed by his mouth. He kissed you softly and affectionately, all the while slowly moving his hips at a snail’s pace. You clenched around him by accident and Daniel choked around a moan. You knew he was holding back so much. The veins in his neck protruded and he squinted his eyes shut tight. “You can go faster, Daniel.” You cupped his face to make him look at you. “Thank you.” He groaned. His thrusts picked up some pace and you placed your hands around his neck. He rested his forehead against yours and moaned between the opened space between you.
You hooked a leg around his hip and started to match his thrusts. He groaned and grabbed your leg to pull you closer than you already were. Your hips snapped together and gained more speed. Daniel kissed you hard and slipped his tongue in your awaiting mouth. You whimpered into his mouth and held his face in your hand. Daniel gave a particularly hard thrust that made you jerk in delight and had you panting in his mouth. “Hit there again, please.” You pleaded him and gulped when he gave you sharp thrusts in that exact spot that had your toes curling and your eyes rolling.
You watched Daniel with hooded eyes as he moved gracefully above you. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him, he was too beautiful. The blood rushed to his face and the veins in his head appeared as he ground his teeth together and squeezed his eyes shut. Just watching his faces alone was enough to send you over the edge. “Daniel.” You huffed. “Mmm.” He mumbled. “I’m so close.” You breathed into his neck and nibbled on the hot flesh. “Good, me too.” He whimpered. He grabbed both of your thighs and gave you uneven, but firm thrusts. He continued that pace until he pushed you over the edge, which was rather quickly. You bucked your hips up and twitched at the delicious pleasure as your climax came crashing down at you like a ton of bricks. You moaned loudly as the aftershocks shook you to the core.
Daniel gave a few more thrusts and cried out as he came right after you. He collapsed on top of you, him still inside, and sighed into your neck. Daniel placed lazy kisses against your clammy skin and rolled off of you. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his breathing, you doing the same. He looked at you and smiled shyly at you. “I love you so much, Y/N.” He told you in a soft voice. “I love you more.” You smiled.
lol im ded but sorry for asking again but, Can you do a thing with the RFA members + Vanderwood and Saeran playing unertale (it would be funny if Saeran did the genocide and got scared at the end lol) (just a thought) -Senpai <3
A/N: Undertale is
amazing and you my lovely little pain in my ass need to stop spending so much
time playing it and do your homework ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (LOVE YOU MY BEAUTIFUL BRAT) ~Admin 404
((I dunno if y'all ever played it or not but yeah maybe some
possible spoilers for the game?? I tried to be mainly vague ;A; And I apologize
if you haven’t played and nothing makes sense ^^;;))
you say, game?
WANTS TO PLAY
the goat is like a mother to me now I can’T HURT HER”
he has to inflict damage on any of the characters, he CRIES
there’s fighting in LOLOL but he’s so attached to these characters now, MC ;A;
LEAVE HIM ALONE, LET HIS LIL CHARACTER RUN AROUND AND GO HOME
have to go on a date with this skeleton??? MC IT’S JUST A GAME I PROMISE I HAVE
NO FEELINGS FOR IT” you fucking dork
honesty the talking flower has scared him from the start like how can the
sPRITE BE SO DAMN CREEPY LOOKING, IT’S A F L O W E R
-He plays it
all in one go because come on, he’s a gamer, saving and returning is for wiMPS
play video games
it as a perfectly good hobby, but he just doesn’t participate
-But he saw
you playing one day and was instantly interested
taller skeleton acts just like you, Zen!” “HE DOES NOT”
Flash: yes he does. Papyrus is Zen, confirmed
him play a while and he has no idea what he’s doing, he’s just running back and
-But WOW he
loves the soundtrack??? There’s such good music on here MC WOW CAN WE BUY IT yes
you can ya big music nerd
isn’t interested but is hanging over your shoulder, telling you how to do the
puzzles and ignores the looks you give him
giving everyone voices though, so the dialogue is always super fun!!
are you supposed to fight? HIT THE FIGHT BUTTON WHAT ARE YOU DOING” nO
ZEN I CAN’T HURT ANYONE
-You have to
beg her to at least watch you play though
really hard to make you rest instead of play all night but makes coffee when
she realizes she can’t
-But she is
really impressed with your skill
her that you’re playing on ‘hard mode’ and she’s just in awe?? Like you make it
look so easy?
it?? That’s the whole game? It’s so short MC why bother
she sees you play it another day, she’s so confused??
explain to her, she gets so wrapped up in the game
ALPHYS AND UNDYNE LIKE LOOK MC THAT’S US
the pacifist ending??? MC I didn’t expect the ending to be so SWEET and SAD and
WHAT IS THIS GAME, MC
-I like to
think he’s a closet nerd
-Like he has
video games but NEVER lets people know
pretends to be uninterested in your new game but personally he’s really curious
no, MC, I couldn’t play your game…..okay if you insist”
RUINS your pacifist route you had going like what a jerk
They approached me and tried harming me, I just took care of the problem”
BEING LOGICAL ABOUT THE GAME, JUMIN
have to fight to get an alright ending because someone couldn’t be nice
skeleton reminds him of Saeyoung and he just shakes his head every time he sees
a ‘hotcat’? A hotdog in the shape of a cat? Hhmm…” did the game
seriously give you an idea jumin wHY
soulmate is the character Jerry. If you play the game, you know which one i’m
personally identify as Sans the skeleton pls refer to me as such” saeyoung,
it before you even showed it to him
EVERY ROUTE THERE IS. True pacifist, genocide, anY ENDING YOU CAN THINK OF
tweaked the game files too, so he’s gotten the secret character as well
HELP YOU GET THEM
-HE’S SUCH A
JERK he pretends to ruin your perfect pacifist route by getting knocking an
opponent’s HP down to one
the game for you, too. Told you the entire story and what happens at the end
then whined when you chased him throughout the house with a lamp
- For the
longest time, he talks like the Tems and it dRIVES YOU CRAZY
-But he does
do the Mettaton leg thing and it’s like?? All is forgiven
into video games, really
down watching you though!
-So when you
show him Undertale, he thinks it’s really cute!
even think about doing a genocide route around this lil baby because???
pacifist right here y'all mc dont hurt goat mum
-Wow MC, the
ending credits to get the ending, how in the world did you AVOID ALL THOSE
NAMES, YOU’RE SO QUICK
the soundtrack is amazing
-A lot of
the softer songs are on his phone and he listens to them to relax
LOVES THE ENDING TO THE PACIFIST ROUTE, LOOK AT HOW BEAUITFUL AND SWEET IT IS
SO HAPPY IT’S BEAUTIFUL
sit down and play your game, if it’ll get you to stop bringing it up
single character, no one is spared
the FUCK saeran theyre so sweet hOW
even bat an eye, he’s completely fine with it
broke the computer a few times when he had to fight Sans at the end because he
JUMP SCARE AT THE END GOT HIM THOUGH
CHARACTER IS SO FUCKING CREEPY
-HE LET OUT
A LITTLE SCREECH AND THAT’S THE END OF YOUR COMPUTER
thought it was the funniest thing but didn’t look forward to fixing the
are stupid I don’t want to play them
-No, why are
you playing them
them into it though because they CAN’T SAY NO TO YOU and you KNOW IT
up with a neutral route
all the bosses alive and just fought the little ones that popped up
my walking, they’re gonna pay”
type to play it all at once, only a little bit at a time
bored of it pretty easily if I’m honest. The puzzles are trivial and they’re
just too easy, they’re uninterested