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incognitoman1-2-3-4 · 4 years

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Observations - A K18 Short Story

A/N: To celebrate this blog turning three years old, I wanted to revisit an old Krillin & Eighteen story I had written some time ago and publish it here on my Tumblr with some minor improvements. If you would like to read it, I sincerely hope you enjoy it. Feedback is much appreciated!

K18 Forever ❤️

The serene ocean tide crawled ever closer towards Eighteen as she patiently roamed through the latest issue of her favourite weekly fashion magazine. Enjoying her mid-morning reading session, she mentally noted what items of clothing she pined to purchase and which ones she wished she could erase from existence.

“Seriously, who would want to be seen in that?" She vented to herself, squinting her eyes in disdain at the eccentric patterns on the outfit.

She flicked over to the next page, carefully readjusting her sunglasses. Well, they weren't exactly her sunglasses. She had successfully snuck them out of Krillin's bedroom while he was resting. It was a good thing that he was such a heavy sleeper, as well as being extremely generous with his belongings.

Little did Eighteen know that Krillin had awoken from his deep slumber and was now standing by the porch of Kame House. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the refreshing summer air before deflating his chest back to normal size. A content smile gradually etched itself across his dry lips; Krillin's infatuated eyes admiringly mused over Eighteen.

Sitting alone by the ocean's edge, she appeared as angelic as ever. Her face emitted a unique elegance unrivalled by any other. Krillin attentively observed Eighteen's subtle body language; her relaxed posture was a rare, yet pleasant sight. He decided to make his presence known, promptly advancing towards the shoreline.

The sound of Krillin's muted footsteps instantly caught Eighteen’s attention. Choosing to cast her magazine aside, Eighteen flicked her sunglasses to the bridge of her nose, fervently chewing on her bottom lip; he looked as fine as ever.

Despite his initial protests, she was so glad that Krillin acquiesced to her relentless insistence that he should grow out his jet black hair. Better yet, since the summer weather had come around, sightings of him without a top were becoming more and more frequent, permitting herself to gaze upon his well-toned muscles in all their splendour.

Sadly for Eighteen, Krillin had clothed himself this morning with a t-shirt that she had bought for him on their most recent trip to the mainland. Regardless of whether her little monk was topless or not, she didn't care what anyone said or thought about his appearance. To her, Krillin was simply stunning.

"Finally decided to get out of bed, uh?" Eighteen cordially greeted Krillin as he rooted himself on her left side. He retaliated swiftly with a kiss on her warm cheek.

“Well, you know me. If I ever get the chance to have a lay-in, I'll take it." He assuredly replied, spotting that his sunglasses were loosely hanging off of Eighteen's ears, "I see you've stolen my sunglasses again.”

"Hey!" Eighteen asserted, raising her arms in defence, "I didn't steal your sunglasses. I'm just borrowing them.”

"I ain't complaining." He then proceeded to straighten his sunglasses up for her, before adding, "You actually look kinda cute with them on.”

Without saying a word, Eighteen showed her appreciation of Krillin's kind comment with a habitual gesture. A gesture he didn't see all too often. But when he did, it meant the world to him.

"I've noticed you do that from time-to-time.”

"Do what?" She tentatively asked, feeling as if she had suddenly entered a "deer in the headlights" type situation.

"Don't worry. It's nothing bad." Krillin reassured her with a warm timbre in his voice, "I've just noticed that whenever I give you a compliment or if you see something you like, you have this tendency to needlessly brush your hair aside.”

Eighteen eyes immediately darted up to where her right hand was currently placed. It was exactly as Krillin described. She instantly felt the soft blonde tangles that ran between her fingers. In an effort to combat her self-consciousness, she instinctually moved her hand unto her lap.

"Have you seriously never noticed?" He enquired, watching Eighteen's face grow slightly perplexed.

"Not really, no. But if it's weird, I'll stop.”

"Weird?" Krillin answered calmly, pulling his knees up to his chest, "Take it from me. That hair thing you do is far from weird. It's just a quirky habit you have. That's all.”

“Habit?"

"Yeah. Everyone has them." Krillin added, lifting his eyes to the cloudless blue sky above him.

At that split-second, Eighteen's concerns morphed into curiosity. Now that she gave it some consideration, Krillin did have some fairly odd traits of his own. Realising this, Eighteen violently crashed her hands together with excitement. The resounding clash of her hands drew Krillin's eyes away from the empty sky and unto a far more captivating sight.

"You know, you sometimes start to laugh nervously when I stare at you." Eighteen astutely remarked.

Shaking his head from side-to-side, Krillin firmly disagreed with a great amount of confidence, "Erm- I believe you're imagining things because I'm pretty sure I've never done that before, babe." His confidence, however, was misplaced.

Eighteen silently folded the arms of Krillin's sunglasses, delicately resting them on top of her magazine.

"W-what are you doing?" His query reeked with diffidence.

Eighteen purposefully ignored him, electing to silently close the gap between them instead. Krillin dared not move, especially since Eighteen developed a kittenesque sheen in her eyes. She fearlessly pounced on him; Krillin willingly collapsed unto his back. The space between them was now non-existent. What quickly followed was inevitable.

"Ahh, damn it." He humbly admitted, "I guess you're right.”

"See," Eighteen gloated with raised eyebrows. She remained on top of him, resuming her point with a velvety inflexion, "and I think you laugh because you don't know what else to do when I have my eyes set on you.”

Krillin could provide no reply as strands of Eighteen's hair lightly tickled his besotted face. Her strong emphasis on the word, 'you' drew forth another excitable chuckle. Now that she had brought it to his attention, he couldn't stop himself. Nor did he want to.

Satisfied by the result, Eighteen distanced their proximity, if only by the smallest of margins. This gifted Krillin the chance to not only wipe off the soft sand from his back but also reveal another fascinating observation he made about Eighteen.

"Here's a good one!" Krillin's child-like enthusiasm gripped Eighteen, staring back him with a sense of anticipation, "You always make sure that the TV or radio volume is set at an even number.”

"You're kidding, right?" Eighteen answered him with a doubtful snicker.

"I am 100% serious. There have been times where I have deliberately set the volume at 19 and then I catch you changing it to 20 or 22-“

"Or 18?" She noted with a sense of irony.

“Exactly!"

"I can't say there's a valid explanation for it.”

"The only thing I can think of is that because of your name, you naturally prefer even numbers." Krillin's off-the-cuff reasoning technically made sense.

However, Eighteen wasn't fully convinced, logically stating, "If that's the case, then maybe my brother likes his volume set to an odd number.”

"That's gotta be true." He firmly agreed, "You should ask him the next time you see him.”

"Speaking of my brother, you two share a habit.”

"No way!" Krillin exclaimed with great elation, 'What is it!?”

"I wouldn't get too excited if I were you.” Eighteen warned him, hinting at the fact that this habit wasn't exactly a positive one, "You and Seventeen need to learn how to eat without talking at the same time.”

"Huh. I never would have imagined your brother doing something like that." Krillin remarked bemusedly. Even though he didn't know much about Eighteen's twin brother, he was relieved to discover that they did have something in common, even if it was as trivial as talking with their mouths full.

"Believe me, he's almost as bad as you." Eighteen slyly teased, sneakily resting her head on Krillin's shoulder. Sticking to the subject of her brother, she casually suggested to him, "Perhaps on my next visit to Seventeen's place, you could come with me.”

Eighteen almost lost her balance due to Krillin's sudden jolt. She fixed her eyes on him, studying the agitated expression which had rapidly overtaken him as he paced back and forth in front of her.

"D-do you think that's such a good idea?" Krillin responded apprehensively. This wasn't the first time the topic of Krillin meeting up with Seventeen had occurred. Whenever she mentioned it to him, he would quickly change the subject or brush it off with a fake smile. She decided it was time to tell it to him straight.

"What, so you don't want to meet him then?”

“N-no, I would like to meet him." Krillin unconvincingly replied.

Eighteen candidly returned with a stern tone, "Really? Because your face is telling me something completely different.”

Krillin halted in his tracks as Eighteen's words escaped her mouth. Disappointment followed her as she looked away from him, turning to face the transparent ocean.

Sitting back down on the sand, Krillin hoped he could clearly convey his anxious thoughts: "I really do want to meet your brother, Eighteen. I guess I'm just afraid that he’s gonna think that I'm not good enough for you. Or maybe we won't get along with each other.”

Eighteen's face perked up at Krillin's response. She could understand why he felt apprehensive towards her brother. Nevertheless, she desired to put his concerns to rest.

Taking a hold of his shaky hand, she sincerely reassured him, "Honey, you have no reason to be nervous. Seventeen is fully aware that we've been dating for a little while now and he seems pretty chilled about it. I mean even if he wasn't, I don't need his approval, or anybody else’s for that matter. I just think that we've been together long enough to pay him at least one visit from the two of us.”

"So, I don't have anything to worry about?" Krillin asked with a hint of courage in his voice.

Eighteen strongly shook her head, “None whatsoever. Besides, worst-case scenario, I’ll kick his ass and make sure he doesn’t even think about messing with you.”

Swiftly rising to his feet, Krillin boldly proclaimed, "Alright then! We better get going!”

"Go? Go where?”

"Well, I said that I wanted to meet your brother, didn't I?" Krillin clarified cheerfully, offering his right hand out towards Eighteen.

Gladly accepting Krillin's outstretched arm, she arose from the ground, asking with an ebullient expression, "You want to meet my brother right now?”

"Sure!" Krillin confirmed confidently, "I wanna do whatever makes you happy, Eighteen!"

His elegant blush was infectious; Eighteen's cheeks were being painted with an identical rose coloured hue. She tenderly caressed the sides of his face.

It simultaneously occurred to both Krillin and Eighteen that their impromptu decision to visit Seventeen was going to be a big step in their relationship. It was a step that neither of them could have even imagined taking when Eighteen first stepped foot inside Kame House. But they were so grateful that they had each other to take it.

As their bodies gently swayed, Eighteen inquisitively inquired, "Why are you so good to me, Krillin?"

The man in question instinctually released a nervous chuckle, before answering with a heartfelt resonance, "Because I love you.”

Neither of them knew for certain who exactly initiated the kiss. But one thing was obvious: neither of them cared. Their hands crawled around each other's bodies as their kisses grew more and more intense. It was a good thing Master Roshi and Oolong weren't around to see this. Krillin and Eighteen rarely got to physically express themselves since their housemates always stood around like vultures.

As Eighteen's fingers stealthily crept underneath his shirt to dance around the surface of his stomach, Krillin passionately pecked her neck, leaving little imprints of where his lips had been. It was yet another adorable idiosyncrasy Eighteen so dearly treasured about Krillin.

Soon enough, they carefully rested their foreheads against each other, leading them to stare intimately into each other's eyes. The exhilarating adrenaline which had thrust them into the moment was gradually settling down. Their pounding hearts were left playing catch up.

"Hey, Krillin?” Eighteen softly uttered, effortlessly attaining his gaze, "Before we leave, I just wanted to say thank you for doing this. You have no idea just how much this means to me.”

Little dimples appeared on Krillin's cheeks at the sight of Eighteen's signal of satisfaction.

"You just did your hair thing again.” He eagerly noted.

Eighteen embraced her little quirk proudly, "I know.”

"So, should we get ready to leave, babe?” Krillin asked, reaching down to grab Eighteen’s magazine and his sand-covered sunglasses.

"Hold on a second! I think I’ve forgotten something!”

“Huh? What did you forge-" Cutting off Krillin's sentence, Eighteen boldly pressed her lips onto his. She simply couldn't resist the alluring taste of Krillin's sweet kiss any longer. He gladly welcomed the interruption; he didn't mind being silenced if this was his reward for doing so.

Practising a rare instance of self-control, Eighteen gradually withdrew from their brief kiss, playfully stating, "Okay, now I'm ready.”

With every passing day, it seemed that Krillin and Eighteen managed to discover new things they adored about each other. From big gestures to small habits, each one brought them closer together and caused their love to deepen.

Taking flight to the endless blue skies above them, they joyously marvelled to themselves at where exactly their relationship was taking them. Their desired destination excited them. But the journey to arrive there excited them all the more.

THE END ❤️

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moon-caramel · 4 years

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Roses & Thorns | K.N.J

❣ Chapter 1: “Strange meetings”

→ Pairing: Kim Namjoon ( ft. Kim Taehyung )

→ Gendre: College au. / BTS as a frat house

→ Summary: a past history with Taehyun leave so broken you separated of any social interaction, Namjoon shows up he won't leave, to heal your broken heart and put that beautiful smile back in your face

→ Warnings /for chapter: slightly signs of anxiety, angst, smut, oral (female and male), fingering, overstimulation, protected sex, dirty talk kinda?

→ Word count: 6044

*now

The third year in college, everything was already become a routine in your life, wake up, go to class, get food, do your homework, sleep. That was your life, every day in college, you would think a third-year student of literature student would be better, not that you were expecting to be in a party every night, but you started to avoid every sign of fun, and friends, you knew exactly why, you were better this way, that’s what you tell yourself every time you feel sad, you felt empty, but you were safe.

You were in line for a coffee, at this time of your life you had more caffeine than blood in your veins, you heard the conversation of the two girls in your back, you were never the kind of person that liked to hear gossips, but this girls were so loud everyone in the cafeteria could hear them

“Wait so did you guys do it?”

“do what?”

“Ohh come on, don’t play innocent with me, you know”

“well duh, I wasn’t gonna loss the opportunity, and O MY GOD, he was incredible”

“Oh god, I can’t believe you had sex with Kim Taehyung, THE Kim Taehyung”

The single name made you shook, you felt like you were about to throw up, the room starting to spin around, that name, that cursed name, you expect to never hear from him ever again, he was the reason why you avoided parties, just to not run into him, he was the reason why you stopped hanging around with your friends because just like that they were his friends too, he was the reason why you life become so sad and empty.

The girls were still giggling about the subject while you order a coffee to go, you wanted to leave that place as soon as possible. When someone finally said your name you rush to the man holding your coffee, you took your cafe and rush to the door, not bothering to put some sugar as you like it.

You didn’t notice but someone was there, someone who lifts his head at the mention of your name, Kim Namjoon, the leader of the BTS fraternity house, someone who used to be your friend. He was focused on the material of the book to notice you before, but as soon as he heard your name, something clicked inside him, he knew that name, that’s when he saw you, you looked tired, bags under your eyes, you haven’t slept in years, and for some reason, he felt like you haven’t smiled either, he wanted to rush to you, talk to you, know how you been, but you walk to fast to the door, and he only saw you leave, again, why did he felt this pain in his chest, why did he wanted to run after you.

*Then

You’ve heard about Kim Taehyung the first semester of your first year, girls couldn’t avoid saying his name whenever the topic of which guy they wanted to be. some talk about how they want to be one his under him, or on top, some of them like to believe they can’t “cure” him, tame the famous bad fuck boy, and you, you just wanted to have fun with him, no love story, teenage dream cliche, people talk about how good Taehyung was, and you wanted that, no complicated story, but he wasn’t an easy person to reach, despite many girls that throw themself to him, he was picky, he didn’t have a particular physical taste, neither about gender from what you heard of, but he simply didn’t take just a random person to his bed, so how would you reach him? You had no idea.

—

You were late for your class, Tuesday morning, where the worst, on Monday, is easy to wake up because of the rest you give yourself on the weekends, Monday are also tiring, sucking the life out of you, if dementors were a day, they would be Monday, so in Tuesday you were more tired and sleepy than other days.

You reach the class just 2 minutes late, lucky for you the teacher was not there yet, you look for any good empty seat, and you find Jungkook waving his hand at you, then pointed at an empty chair next to him,

“Hi, thank god you’re early,” you said while sitting next to him

“Thank god you worn me about you being lazy on Tuesday.”

“I’m not I’m lazy, I just find hard to get up in the morning”

Jungkook giggle at your excuse, then he asked you to save the seat next to you, apparently for his roommate

“Wait, if he’s your roommate why are you here early and he isn’t?”

“Well I got early to work out, and I change in the showers” you nod “But he should be here in any minute” Jungkook continued talking while he was looking through the door. “ There he is” he lift his arm to call the attention of his roommate.

You saw the young boy coming to you two you, he wasn’t as tall as Jungkook, his hair look soft, like cotton candy, he looked so young to be considered a college student, and his lips were something you couldn’t stop looking.

“Well someone pretty late” Jungkook said cutting you off of admired his roommate. “Sit next to ___, this is ___ by the way” Jungkook pointed at you and you turn to his cute roommate to give him a small hi at him “___ this is Jimin"

Jimin smile at you while he was sitting (damm his lips were even cuter when he smile)

"Hi Jimin” you said

“Hi ___ ” he answers you again with his cute smile.

“So why are you late? I thought you were coming here early

"Ahh it’s not my fault, someone distracted me on the way here”

“Did you get distracted looking at girls?” Jungkook ask

“No, it was this guy”

“You got distracted looking at a guy?” Jungkook answer with a dork smirk.

“You are childish” Jimin answer back. “No, this dude invited me to his frat party this weekend”

“What kind of frat ?” you ask

Before Jimin could answer you the teacher enter the classroom making everyone quite, “this class will be fun” Jungkook joke.

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By the end of the class, you three wherein the cafeteria, talking about the project of the teacher left, you three decided to do in a group.

“wait, I forgot to ask, what is it with the frat dude that invited you to a party?” Jungkook ask to Jimin

“ah yea, he was recruiting new students for his fraternity, that’s why he invited me”

“doesn’t that usually works the other way around” the two boys turn their head at you as you continued “I mean, aren’t supposed to be the students that goes to this frat house and ask to be part of it, so then they suffer for the year at the mercy of the older guys” Jungkook nodded while Jimin start talking

“Yea, that’s not how they work, he told me this university has banned that kind of activities, you know there humiliating after all”

“so are they taking just random people? “Jungkook ask

“not really, this dude said they had a lot of people asking to be in, but they have their system, where first you needed to be invited.”

“that sound exclusive” you said while sipping on your tea

“yea, but so he invited you? just like that? how?” Jungkook

“well he said, um… that I was good looking to be part of his frat”

You almost joke on your tea, not because the idea of Jimin being a good looking person was ridiculous, (because he was) but it was kinda weird the idea of just being good looking was enough to enter a such popular and yet new frat. (the idea sounded kinda vain)

Jungkook eyes almost pop out of his face, you thought he thinks the same thing about it.

“wait that’s it?”

Jimin nodded

“I think I should go to, I’m better looking than you after all” he said after smiling.

(apparently, he didn’t though the same)

“___, don’t you think I’m good looking?”

You were still kinda shocked, you didn’t know what to answer until Jimin beat you to speak

“still that not enough, This dude said we still needed to pass some challenges, nothing humiliating, but still need to do it”

“Still I think I can be in this famous frat” Jungkook rested his hand to his head with a proud face “what do think?” he asked you

“Uhm,” Jimin turned to you too. “ I don’t know, I mean, this fraternity it’s new and yet already just popular, that must be good, I think, but still that and the good looking reason sound kinda, weird”

“yea I think that to” Jimin nodded with you “but still I think I’ll give it a chance, you never know”

“can I go?” Jungkook asks, leaning in the table like a six-year-old child.

“Yea, the dude gave me his number so I will ask”

“what’s his name?” you asked

“Seokjin, Kim Seokjin”

The full week past on fast enough you didn’t notice, Friday night you were just getting out of the shower to your room, Jimin had told Jungkook and you were more than welcome to come, so you were preparing yourself for the night, you didn’t think about what you would gonna wear, you decided for something simple, some dark blue jeans, a grey t-shirt and converse, first-year student always tended to prepare too much for parties, and you didn’t want to look like a newbie in your first party, simple and natural makeup, in case something happens you couldn’t ruined it, you were fixing your hair when Jungkook text you to meet him and Jimin outside, You grabbed your leather jacket and write a note in the door for your roommate saying would be out for the night.

*now

Creative writing was your favorite class, kinda therapeutic, you had a free pass to write about anything, and reflect about it. You were looking through the scattered notes on your black notebook, using the free time your teacher gave all of you to order them, see if you could create something with all the mess, you reach your coffee and sipped, you were discussed at the tasted, you wished you could at least grab some sugar bags, you swallowed the bitter liquid, with less disgust. you lift your face from the notebook, you watched your classmates talking with each other. mouth talking without sound, you were wearing your headphones, so you didn’t hear anything, but you could guess what they were talking, anything, plans for the weekend, what they wrote for their essay, the last episode of whatever show was on trend now these days, they could talk about anything, suddenly you felt like the room was moving again, not spinning around, you feel yourself being pushed back from the classroom, it was like you always felt, especially in big crowds, it was weird how you started to feel so comfortable in your loneliness, but with people around you feel so sad, and alone. you knew why you feel like this, you were the one who pushed everyone outside from your life. You were the one who decided to spend all your free time, and Friday night alone in your room, you always thought you would get over it someday, one day when the pain fades away you could be happy, but it didn’t, you felt sad when you were around people, and always afraid.

Why is it that you were the one suffering? you hated yourself for it. You know you didn’t do anything wrong, yet it was your heart the one who broke, it was you who hide from everyone.

You shake your head, thinking about your broken feelings would only make you worse, that’s a past story, and you need to think in the present, try to move forward.

The professor stood up, he talked about how happy he was with every essay he read, and he’ll give the result next class. You put the black notebook back in your bag, walking to the door.

“miss ___, can I talk to you for a minute” your professor call, you nodded and walk to his desk while the rest of the class headed to the door.

“It’s something wrong with my paper ?”

“oh, no your paper it’s good” he said giving you a kind smiled, you smiled back “but it’s not that amazing” your smiled banished you where so confuse now, what does that mean, you were the best of the class, what was missing in your writing

“I’m sorry professor, but, I don’t understand”

“Well you see, your writing it’s good, I enjoy it a lot, but It does feel like there’s something you are not expressing like you’re stucking in the basic”

You felt bad, you took this as an elective class, but it turned to be your favorite, and professor Cruz had his ways with the student, he had always known which had a future as a writer and took them under his wings. Failing in this little way made you sad, you didn’t want to disappoint him.

“there’s this new workshop about creative writing, it’s more didactic in a way and less, well less lecture from me, my best student it’s going to lead it, so you should take it, I think it will help you”

“I thought I was your best student”

He drops a soft giggle at this answer of you, of course, you were you favorite, but still, there was other brilliants student. “well, If you start freeing yourself a little more, you might pass this one”

*then

The party was not that you expected, as your brother once said to you, ‘don’t believe everything you see in movies’. The BTS frat house party semed divided for every section of the rooms, people were dancing in what it looked like the dining room, people chatting or speaking drunkenly in the living room, some couple making out in the couch, in the front yard lines of people waiting for a chance to get in, as you guested some first-year student were dress to produce, high heels, tiny dresses, and too much makeup, you feel a little sorry for them, the only way to get in the party was showing a photo of the BTS logo and a code under it, Jimin send you and Jungkook the photo via message, apparently you three were the only student of the first year.

You were walking to the backyard with Jungkook, Jimin call both your name for you to come.

”____ ! Jungkook! Come here, this is Seokjin"

Jimin pointed out a tall with broad shoulder and dark hair, he turns around to look at the two of you, his checks soft and spongy pink lips, it seems like this concept of beautiful men was a hard rule to this frat.

“ha hello, I’m Seokjin, but you can call me Jin, or worldwide handsome if you please”

He was handsome, yes he could reach worldwide title for sure.

“I’m Jungkook, as you can see equally handsome, you could say more from Jimin, so I could be a great addition to the BTS frat.”

Jimin expression and yours could read simply as “this bitch” towards Jungkook

“well you are good looking, and you go straight to point if you don’t cause any trouble I might considerer.”

Jin turn to you, you knew it was your turn to talk but something in your system blocked out after meeting his eyes like a black lake shining, Jesus Christ, these people are too damn good looking

“I… I’m ____”

“hi ____, I’ll tell you if we could be allowed to let girls join the fraternity you’ll be the first in the list” he took your hand a leave a soft kiss in your knuckles, the feeling of his lips softly pressed in your hand made something tickle in your stomach.

You couldn’t avoid flushing, this tall handsome guy was telling you were good looking, sure you were cute, you had your charm, but you felt like nothing compared to this guy.

“a..? thank you”

“please Jin, don’t scare her or she’ll never come back to this house” Jimin pushed back Jin’s hand from yours, saving you from turning redder.

“You don’t need to protect her that much, I don’t bite” Jin turn his face back at you and whisper close “unless you ask me”

Jin was charming, maybe too much, but you would let that affect you, not that fast at least. “thanks, I’ll think about it”

“Aah, don’t leave hanging” He put one of his hand in his chest, acting in pain, you laugh at his dramatic act.

You talk with the boys for a while, you learned more about Jin and how they started the BTS fraternity house, it had a lot to do with getting more credit, everyone get big opportunities naming their fraternity name in jobs interview, but saying you created one and was a success from the beginning was better, you were surprised, these men were far smarter than you tough. You excused yourself to the kitchen when you noted your empty cup, the kitchen room was the first crossing the door to the house from the backyard, thank god you didn’t want to cross the sea of people again.

There were few people in there, most of them, come to make themself a drink and leave after that, you looked at the bottles in the top of the island, Vodka, Gin and a lot of beer, you already felt tipsy enough, and you didn’t know if you could with another drink, you had your limits, and even if you didn’t know them, you wouldn’t do it in your first party, you turned to the water tap, filling a half of the cup, you looked around the room, if you got lucky you’ll find something to eat, opening the door of the fridge you find yourself with more drinks, and shoes? you closed the fridge, you saw there were pictures in them

One with a description under, ‘Our beloved leader’ the picture of the guy with tan skin short and blonde hair, and smiling like a young child, with marked dimples, the picture made you smile, you even felt like your heart was smiling, you looked at the rest of the pictures, you weren’t surprised when you saw Seokjin’s with the description of ‘Worldwide handsome’, there were others, one with an energetic smile, that it felt like growing, the description was ‘our hope’, in another a man with a tired smiled, messy hair and tired eyes ‘grumpy’ it said with a heart next to it. You stop in the last picture, a man with a boxy smile, and curled dark blonde locks covering his eyes a little, he looks pretty, it was this kind of deep, serene and innocent aura in the picture ‘I’m V’ that’s all it said, maybe he is the one who toked the rest.

“I never like that picture” a deep voice came from your back, you turn around fast, like if you were found doing something you’re not supposed to. Of course, the owner of that voice would be the same of the picture, he was wearing a headband keeping his hair up, revealing his face completely, wearing a big white t-shirt and black pants, he looked like he just rolled outta bed, and he still looked like pure beauty?

“hi” was all you manage to said, you gulped hard after looking at him

“Who are you?”

“I’m ____, Jin invited me, I.. I mean he invited my friend, Jimin, and I kinda came with him”

He nodded while he came close to you, you stopped breathing, what to do? but he only moved past you, reaching the shelf above the fridge, and taking a cookie box out.

“well, I’m Kim Taehyung, but please call me call me Tae” he offers you a cookie he took from the box, you accept it, feeling how both of your hands were just inches from each other made your stomach tingle

Wait, Kim Taehyung? THE Kim Taehyung? you’ve heard how his beauty looked out of the world, piercing glares, and deep smirks, but he didn’t show any of it, he looked like just another boy, well, a beautiful boy.

“Thank you” you looked at the cookie, then you look at him, “actually, I know who you are”

“really?”

you nodded “you’re pretty famous around here”

“Am I?” Tae raise one of his eyebrows while chewing a cookie in his mouth (how come this simple act already made you core hot?)

“Well at least around the girls” you smiled at him, he smiled back, know he knew exactly what you were talking about.

“know I know what you talking” he looked at the floor, then back at you “what year are you?”

“I’m in the first year”

“you don’t look like it”

“how come?

“for start, you don’t dress like those girls outside the house”

“well, I didn’t found like being stand up in heel all night were comfortable, and frozen my ass because a short skirt it’s not something I like”

Taehyung laugh, it was a beautiful deep laugh, it made you smile immediately “what about the fact you rather drink water than some random alcohol?”

You stay a few seconds looking at him, how long was he looking at you? wait he was looking at you from the start? can you be this lucky?

“well I already feel a little tipsy, and I don’t want to make a show that I’ll regret tomorrow morning”

“Smart move, you’re smart”

“well my brother gave the advice when I move here”

“So he is in this university to?”

“No, he graduated before, and now he lives in the capital”

Taehyung nodded “Well he’s smart, I remember in my first party I ended up almost kissing Hoseok” he looked around remembering this story

“really?”

“yes, in my defense, I felt like his lips were hypnotics” Taehyung was closer to you, your elbows touching each other, you both were so comfortable with it. “have you ever feel something like it?” he asked you, eyes now on yours.

you looked at his lips immediately, of course, you felt something like it, you were feeling it at the moment “yes, I know the feeling”

It was a moment of comfortable silence after you answer, looking at each other.

“Tell me, what other advice you got?” he put the cookie box back in the top shelf, then he rests his hand in the top of the fridge.

“Well nothing much, just, ‘don’t stress’ ‘be safe’ ‘don’t lose your phone’ and especially, ‘have fun´ “

“and what are you planning to have fun?

“You, maybe” it was the first thing that pops in your mind, you didn’t even notice you said it, but you did, so you just laugh to yourself.

Taehyung laugh with you, never meeting a girl who can be this bold and nervous at the same time “You’re bold, I’ll give you that”

Taehyung moves closer, his face just inches above yours.

“You’re cute too” he tugs some loose hair behind your ear, the feeling of his fingers slightly touching your hair made you shiver.

“Stop it” you move to get one step away from him, but he moves and started to follow you.

“What, is true, don’t you agree? Or are you going to say your one of those girls who don’t believe they’re cute?”

“Is not that, I don’t want to be cute, not to you at least"

"Is that so?” You reach the corner of the kitchen, Taehyung put one of his arms on your side, the other one in the other side, a devilish smirk was marked in his face, he has you blocked from moving, and yet knowing he doesn’t have you complete at his mercy “why?”

“I don’t want to be cute with you”

“What you want to be then?” One of his hand reaches your chin lifting your face a little so could look at him.

“Sensual” you said with a soft but determined tone.

“You sure are”

“Fun"

"I’ll bet my money on that"

You straight your body, that way you gain a few inches tall and move closer to Taehyung, "Intimidating” the tone in your voice low but firm, you’ll sure end to be one of Taehyung’s flings, but you didn’t just want to be a name on the paper, you wanted the hole page, a whole book if you can, you needed to prove yourself.

“If that’s what you want, you’ll have to work hard for it” he was leaning to kiss you, just when your lips were about to touch you turn your face to the side, he ended kissing your check, you could feel his smirk, you started to like teased him, and you were sure he liked to.

“I want to get to a more privet place” your face was back in front of him, you put your hand in his chest, you knew what you were doing, and Taehyung like it “that way I can kiss you non stop, and we can do anything without being bothered"

"My room then?”

“After you”

Taehyung took your hand from his chest and guide you out from the kitchen, you pass the crowd of people in the living room and follow Taehyung to the stair, he opens a wooden blue painted door, he took your hand and lead you inside.

was the room hot? or maybe your skin? you didn’t have time to think about it, Taehyung follow you a few steps, the sound of the door locking came, and after that you felt his presence right behind you, hands in each side of your waist, “are you sure about this?” he said softly in your heart, you turn around, his hands never took off from your waist, you framed his face with your hands.

“I am, 110%” he was indescribably beautiful, making you feel a little weak, “are you?” he was Kim Taehyung, a famous playboy, who could get any girl.

He leans down, his lips finding yours, he felt like sweet cream, lips moving in coordination, he breaks the kiss, you tried to follow him, but then you saw the strong dark look in eyes, “I am” he leans to kiss you again “110%”

You both kiss again, more intense and fired in it, his hands began to move through your body one on your neck, securing your face, the other running down your hips, then tightening your butt, you moaned and he took the chance to introduce his tongue in your mouth, you were getting heated, you needed him right in el moment, your hands reach the hem of his t-shirt, your fingers were now in his low stomach, feeling the heat of him, you took him off his t-shirt, his caramel skin made your mouth watering, you start licking his neck, while he took the time to take you off your clothes, you were in brassiere, and your jeans, you took your shoes off a while, you started to kiss him to his chest, sucking his skin, leaving pink mark, not deep to leave a mark, but enough to make him moaning, one of your hands caresses his hard member under the fabric of his pants

“Ff.. fuck, baby girl” he praises you between hard breathing, if he has used this pet name in others, you didn’t care, because it felt like yours for a mere second, so you toked as such.

You got on your knees pulling his pants down along with his boxers, revealing his member, hard and thick cock, you didn’t waste your time, you wanted to feel it inside of you as soon as possible, after a few squeezes, making him groan for your pleasure, you put him inside your mouth, you barely reach to his hips, damn this boy was big, you relax your throat to avoid any gagging, your mouth starting to move feeling his skin hardening, you started to move, sucking him slow and deeper, soon enough he grabs your hair making you go faster until he was fucking your throat.

“Fuck, you like teasing me no? baby girl”

You look up, his cock getting inside and out in your mouth, making your saliva leave in the corners of your mouth. “You look so good with my cock in your mouth" he got out, your mouth still open, the past felling of his cook in your mouth and his dirty talk have made you a mess, your core was feeling too hot and wet. he got out, your mouth still open, the past feeling of his cock in your mouth and his dirty talk have made you a mess, your core was feeling too hot and too wet.

“Tae please, I need you” you begged

“Do you now?” he help you get up, soon his hands were getting you off your jeans, one rested in your covered pussy, still he could already feel you wet “tell my baby girl, What do you want?” he started to move his hand a little, making you moan.

“you, t…Tae please, I, I want you to fuck me"

happy enough to see you begging, he lead you a few step to his bed, putting himself on top of you, separating your thighs from each other, he pulled off your panties, as soon as he saw a string from your pussy to your underwear, his eyes went dark, he groaned, and lean down to kiss you fervently.

"you’re so fucking wet” his voice sounded deeper, something animal in it “you got wet from just sucking me off no?” he started kissing your neck, his hands were squishing your breast when he reaches your other breast he started sucking your nipple.

“yes, I’m fucking wet for you Tae, please, please fuck me,” you begged, rocking your hips so your core could feel Tae’s hard cock, making groan deep.

“don’t worry princess,” he started to go down “I’ll fuck you all night if you want” he reaches down facing your pussy, he lick long you between your fold taking some of your wetness, you moaned at the feeling of his hot tongue “but first, let me return you the favor”

His tongue moved inside you, arching your back, each time your moans became longer, he soon began to caress one of your breasts and squeeze your nipple between his fingers your hands grabbing his hair, while one leg cover one of his shoulders, “fuck, Tae, feel so good” you whimper, Tae move to start licking your clit, a small whimper came from your mouth.

soon he introduces two fingers of his free hand, you moaned deep, you were getting close, reaching your orgasm, as he realizes. you could feel the smirk on his lips when he feels your insides getting comfortable to the size of the fingers, he starts moving them, he stars sucking your clit, making you weep,

“Taehe…I close” words were hard for you to pronounce at the moment, he pulled both of his fingers to add a third.

It didn’t take long for you to reach your orgasm, coming in Taehyung face, thighs locking his head, he was still moving his fingers inside you, slowing the speed as you come back to your senses.

he reaches back to your face, coming back for a kiss, you feel your juices in his lips, tongue in the inside of his mouth “baby girl, you taste so good, don’t you agree?” you nodded biting your lower lip.

he grabbed the base of his member, making you feel the tip of him, he started kissing your jaw as you moaned, “now that your all wet and warm, you think you can take me?”

“Yes, I want to feel you Tae” you kiss his cheek, he opened one of the drawers the nightstand, pulling a condom, when he was ready he start feeling your wet entrance with the tip of his cock, he pulls inside the tip of it, then out.

“fuuck, Tae, don’t tease” you whimper, moving your hips down a little, he immediately stopped you, one of his hand locking your hips.

“Now, don’t get so bossy, let me enjoy you”

he buried his face in your neck, sucking your skin softly, soon he put all of him inside you, you wrapped him between your legs, you stayed like that just a few seconds until he started to move inside you, pulling himself inside and out of you.

Your eyes rolling back to your head, moaning in Taehyun hear, and feeling him groaning in your skin. “you feel so good ____, fucking good” hi said close in your ear.

“Ta, Tae, I’m close, fuck” your legs were hugging his hips, you throw your head back in the pillow “don’t stop, please, fuck me hard” you whimper as you grab his hair, and buried your nails in his lower back.

“yes, come for me princess, let me feel you came in my cock" this words and few more movement from him were enough for you to reach the second orgasm, he slowed down his speed, making you ride your orgasm in him, after that he move again, you were back a being a mess of word trying to tell how he feels, until he came roaring in your neck, after a moment he pulls himself out, he got up slowly, taking the condom off and throwing into a bin, you didn’t know what to do, you had sex before, but never something like a one night stand, did you have to leave? could you stay? you reach down to grab your panties, there were wet indeed, you would be uncomfortable in the way back to your dorm.

“Aa, I don’t think you should wear that for now” Taehyung was in front of you, wearing his boxers, he opened a chest of drawers and pulled out some underpants “you can wear this for now”

“thanks” you grabbed the underwear he offers you

“what’s wrong?” he asks you, his eyebrows together

“why you ask?"

"you look distracted” if you did you couldn’t deny it, you wanted to have fun in college, have fun, but know it seems more complicated than you thought.

“I don’t know what to do now”

“What?” he almost giggles, where was the confident girl?

“I, I just don’t know if I should leave, or what?”

“Is that it?” you nodded “well you can stay here if you want, I wasn’t doing anything in the party, I was planning on going to sleep, and I might wake up needy in the morning” he laid next to you, smiling at his last sentence. “It will be nice to have you here” you laughed, stay for the night would be more comfortable, it’s already late walk alone, and you didn’t want to bother Jimin or Jungkook in case if they still here, and walking in wet underwear was annoying, and who knows, you could wake up needy too

“Okay, I’ll sleep here, if you don’t mind”

“not at all” he patted the pillow next to him, he patted the pillow next to him, you both rested in each side of the bed “hey ____, ?” he asked

“Mmm"

"I still find you cute”

you gave him a small smack in his arm “shut up and sleep Don Juan”

You rest your head in his pillow, you looked at Taehyung half naked, body cover under the sheets, you watch the movement of his chest rising up and down by his breathing, you wanted to rest there, feel the sound of his heartbeats, you turned to the other side, you needed to remind yourself, this wasn’t that kind of relationship.

You weren’t planning to fall for him, you didn’t want to, never less to be hurt by it, but that wasn’t something you planned.

⇥Next // Roses & Thorns Index

→ Don Juan, definition:

1. Legenda dissolute nobleman and seducer of women: he is the hero of many poems, plays, and operas // 2. any man who seduces women or has one love affair after another; libertine; philanderer; rake

→ a/n: so is here, fresh out of the oven, thank you for waiting. writing smut scenes is quite challenging, but I happy on how it ended, let me know if you like it please

→ Tag list: @hodginss @krystle1990

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dornishsphinx · 4 years

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Spoilers for AI: The Somnium Files

Spoilers up to Iris Ending and to ‘Don’t Believe’ lock

No post-credits scene… aw. Though I guess the lock on the other Somnium path is unlocked now, so… but still, I was anticipating it.

‘Date also has a brain tumour’ is now my theory. I’d noticed for a while that Aiba keeps bringing up medication he knows nothing about and saying how not having enough is making him go weird. Like, they are jokey segments while looking around, but they’re still adding up. Especially with seeing the corpse he saw in Mizuki’s Somnium while Aiba wasn’t there to corroborate, when Iris was still alive, if we discount their parallel worlds thing (given that Hitomi described how the tumour is making Iris a bit delusional too, with Naix and aliens and the like, and especially since Iris is the one who brought it up.)

“This rearview mirror reminds me of Egyptian mythology!”

You don’t say, Aiba. That has never come up before.

So that’s why their eyes are removed!! Ahh, all the mentions of Egyptian mythology, and how mummies in Ancient Egypt got their brains accessed with hooks and they mentioned before offhand that the eye socket is the main way to access the brain, but I hadn’t considered that that was the case until Date was like “oh” at the manual and I was like OH. So that’s been the case with Shoko, Renju, Sejima, and Iris in different timelines, Renju ate Shoko’s eyeball, Renju wanted to bring Iris to the warehouse… aghh. And Naix doesn’t exist, because of the other ‘don’t believe’ way in the Somnium… (Ota was absolutely bluffing for Iris’ approval. I mean, Illuminati and Freemasons? You’re trying a bit too hard there, kid. And also since he is also on the To-Witter, I’m betting Iris’ delusions with secret societies began with checking out her #1 fan’s feed.)

Okay, new Egyptian mythology mentioned overall: Hathor when discussing mirrors, Iris' cat thing is specifically based on Bastet (which makes sense, goddess of dancing and all) explicit mentioning of the Osiris, Isis, Horus and Set myths while talking to Iris. Which, given how un-shy the game is about any and every possible sexual detail, I like the fact that it didn’t mention the dick or lettuce thing. It really shows that Falco was explaining these things to a little kid, especially with the voices she was putting on, like she was imitating him… ahhh. (Also, just realised the parallel between Date and Mizuki and Falco and Iris, two detectives (or ex detective) taking on a fatherly role to a twelve year old girl despite having zero experience. More on Wadjet having moon powers (Pewter kinda matches Thoth a bit, with his wisdom thing). Also, Osiris matches Sejima, which I hadn’t noticed before. Hacked into pieces and missing a bit, “Isis” kissed him in her Somnium. He’s probably gonna end up being her dad too, tying into the being family thing, given how often Hitomi has been seen talking to him while they all deny knowing each other. Teen mother made pregnant by prominent politician…

But he’s also Date’s dad, apparently. Even if that ending was a while back now, I’ve not forgotten, game! That’s what he said!

Then there’s the link between the Greek goddess Iris (the symbol of the flowers is good news and hope, which I’d forgotten to write down, thank you game for reiterating) and Isis, explaining why Iris’ stage name is A-set. Also, a mention of Poseidon, while we’re on the Greek pantheon, with the tridents in Sunfish Pocket.

Speaking of: Renju, holy shit. “I was the lookout in high school while yakuza took advantage of old people’s loneliness to get put in their wills, then killed them by throwing them in a hot bath drunk which would make them haemorrhage, have a heart attack, or drown.” Renju, why the hell does your side business maid café have a nautical theme with “Sea Kings” after that?! Is this your trauma response?!

(……….HMMMMMM. THE CYCLOPS IS POSEIDON’S CHILD. HMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. IS CYCLOPS THE KILLER OR THE VICTIM OF THE KILLER??? THE ONE IN THE ODYSSEY CAN BE ARGUED AS BOTH, AFTER ALL. RENJU. RENJU.)

Though also… Renju’s lover! Ahh, I had my suspicions after Mama said it was Renju who gave her the Saint Sebastian picture given how symbolic he is to the gay community specifically, and then Pewter has had a number of things in his space which suggested he was into men, but I only put two and two together just before it came up! And Renju was so protective of the watch Pewter gave him… he really wasn’t using him, at least I hope… and oh man, now I just feel so bad for Pewter in the other time branch where Renju is horribly murdered and he has to help solve the case. I wonder if that’s part of why he got away from Boss to reveal things, and wanted to get the murderer caught so badly, after Iris and Ota die, it’s cover for his true feelings for the second victim… and also, I’m wondering if that’s why he was so distant from his wife and child, spending so much time away from them. Maybe marrying a woman was covering for himself, especially since he’s from a rich family. Though he wasn’t left the Fishing Company from his grandfather…

(Also, Mizuki saying such nice things about the LGBT+ community in Marble, even when she likely didn’t know about her dad… ;A; please don’t be a badyin who killed your ex-wife, Renju…)

Renju not wanting Iris to dance and focus on other talents, probably because of her balance issues, having looked after her a lot as a kid (hey, dude, couldn’t you have done that for your own kid too, huh?) I wonder if he was bringing her there to try and fix the tumour, since she’d end up dead soon as per this ending, and it was a last-ditch attempt. But then, all the other murders, and his involvement… and all her other deaths. Cryogenesis could be a thing he was trying with the freezing. perhaps, in this timeline, but she died of stab wounds which makes it unlikely. Did Renju kill Shoko so Falco could have an excuse to be out of prison and escape custody, since Iris was close to death and they both wanted to try and rescue her? But that’s way too out there a theory, and there’s no reason coming up as of yet for Shoko to die. It’s not like she was in a medical company, and Somniums don’t access stuff like medical patents or whatever.

Iris has also been to the warehouse before! It was in her Somnium! But her eye wasn’t gone! Was her right eye removed instead, replaced with a prosthetic and she’s been half-blind the whole time? The Cyclops murders shown were exactly the same, so they couldn’t have been delusion. They did talk about Rohan’s condition, but it doesn’t seem to link up. And for a matter of fact, we still don’t know why he jumped.

There has to be a reason all the information in the victims’ Somniums needed to be accessed too, and Renju is dead too in the other timeline, with Boss being the one to kill an eyeless Sejima… a third machine which works on the other eye having been used in the previous string of murders? Rohan’s fetish being an outright lie??

Ahhhhh there are so many unanswered questions and pieces of info, trying to figure out which one is foreshadowing or the answer to which is impossible! Gahhhhh! And now one of the locked routes is open!!)

#catherine plays aitsf #catherine plays #aitsnf #aitsf spoilers

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afictionaladventure16 · 5 years

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The Pen Pal Project (Chris Evans x Latina!OC)

Masterlist

Previously on The Pen Pal Project...

Word Count: 2,110

Warnings: Watch your Profanity

Chapter 6

Letter #6

November 8th, 2017

Julie’s POV

Julie walked into her dad's house. She smiled as she recalled memories of her childhood home, funny how as now that she was older anytime she walked somewhere along the house, she always found some lost memory, like it was stored in the back of her head for that specific moment.

“Apa?” Julie called out for her dad as she entered the kitchen.

“In here!” She heard her dad say, she made her way over to the living room to see her dad fixing some lamp. The dogs greeted Julie with such excitement, “Hey there!” She said as she bent down and began to pet the two small dogs in front of her. She heard her dad grunt and then let out a heavy sigh, “there!” He said in success, “damn thing shouldn’t break anymore.” He then turned to Julie, with a wide grin, “how are you, mija?” He said as Julie got back up and gave her dad a hug. He gently kissed the top of her head with such pride and joy.

“Good,” Julie watched as her dad groaned as he sat down on the couch, she knew that sound all too well. Julie’s dad never knew when too quit, “Apa, when are you gonna retire?”

“When the work kills me,” he said with pride, Julie rolled her eyes and began to pick up the dog toys that were scattered on the floor.

“You’re too stubborn for death,” she mumbled but her dad heard her and let out a small huff. He knew it was true as he smiled a bit at the fact.

“Good,” he huffed, “I like the manual labor. Puts me to good use other than just sitting here waiting to die.”

Typical, Julie thought. Her uncles were the same way, never knowing when to quit. “Cindy has a good job,” she said as she mentioned her stepmother, “she’s a nurse for christ’s sake, she’s been one for what? Forty years? You guys will be perfectly fine if you retire now.”

He mumbled a few words under his breath, he hated the word retirement, made him feel useless, “then what good would I be then?” Julie raised her eyebrows at her father and he instantly knew that look, regretting saying what had just been said; he rolled his eyes and let out a defeated sigh, “I guess… maybe I can work on the garden more if I do retire soon… maybe fix some things in this damn house,” he gestured towards the bathroom, “damn sink is leaking again and I never have time to fix it, either.”

Julie smirked, she knew her facial expressions can get to her dad, “you can finally make that garage into that man cave you’ve always talked about.”

He smiled, “yeah and I can put that record player you got me for fathers day in there, and play my records I got.”

“Did you go to that record store I told you about in downtown?”

He nods, “got some good records too, planning on going back later on this weekend.” Julie smiled as she placed the dog toys in the small basket that was on the floor, low enough for the dogs to reach, “any word on your mother?”

Julie shook her head, “thankfully enough.”

“Maybe you should talk to her,” he sounded hesitant, he knew how much of a touchy subject this was for his daughter, but he is only trying to help.

Julie shook her head once more, “No, the only thing coming out my mouth when I see her is how much of pu-nevermind,” Julie instantly calmed herself down. She didn’t want to get angry, not now anyway.

“How much of a what?”

Julie sighed, “just forget it, dad,” he sighed and just glared at her, making her groan, “how much a puta she really is!”

He glared at her even more at the tone of voice she had and for the words she had just used, “I didn’t raise you to speak that way.” Julie always found it funny how her dad only got angry when she cussed in spanish but never got angry when she cussed in english.

“If I remember correctly you were the one who taught me all the bad words in Spanish when I was just five years old.”

He smiled with glee, “it was damn funny too,” He then looked over at Julie, remember how small she used to be, “mija, say a la verga.” This only earned him a glare from Julie, “you were so small! You didn’t know any better.”

“exactly, and you took advantage of it,” Julie said as she let out a small chuckle, she then sighed as her mind wandered back to that time. How much of mess her life really was back then, but all that mess was just growing and growing until it exploded. She sat down on the recliner and began to fiddle with her thumbs, her dad instantly felt the mood change in his daughter, “what’s on your mind, Juju?” He asked with such concern in his voice.

“it just hurts to think about back then… we were so oblivious to the mess that was being created at that time and she just stood there… she literally stood and watched it all get worse for her.”

Her dad gave her a confuse look, “what does Olib- obl-“ she noticed her dad struggle to say the word.

“Oblivious, dad,” she said with patience in her voice, “ob-liv-i-ous,” she sounded it out for him, she did it a second time but he repeated it with her.

“Oblivious!” He said, “what does it mean?”

“It means not be aware of something.”

He nods, “you’re so smart, you know that?”

Julie rolled her eyes, “well, for being a college dropout, I am surprised that I am.”

“At least you got to go to college, I barely got to finish the eighth grade, even then, I hardly ever went to school my dad would take me to work every day to help feed the family.”

“I know, dad,” Julie said as she stood up and kissed him on the cheek, “you changed the subject, but I have to go.”

He grumbled, “sure, you just don’t want to talk about it.” She rolled her eyes, “I’m kidding, mija.” He said with a smile, “drop by tomorrow, I might do a barbecue.”

“You know I’ll always stop by for your barbecues!” She said her goodbyes to the dogs and then her dad as she made her way out of the house. Julie remembered that she had a letter waiting for her at her therapists office, she quickly made her way over there.

“Hey, Becca!” Julie said with a smile as she entered the building.

“Ahh, so you got my message!” Becca said as she handed Julie her letter, “And Dr. Holt is in her office, she wants to speak to you.”

Julie looked at Becca confused, “but our appointment isn’t until next week.”

Becca gave Julie a small shrug. Julie sighed to herself and made her way into Dr. Holts office, “Dr. Holt?”

“Ah! Julie! It’s so nice to see you! Please sit!”

Julie sat down on one of the chairs, “what’s this all about?”

Dr. Holt smiled, “well, I spoke to Dr. Hudson, your… well, I understand his name is Chris, Dr. Hudson is Chris’s therapist.” Julie gave Dr. Holt an understanding nod, “anyways, we spoke on the phone recently, Dr. Hudson and I, and she told me this idea that Chris came up with.”

“Which is?” Julie felt herself getting a bit impatient.

“P.O. boxes, for the letters of course. So, it’ll be easier for you both to send the letters,” Dr. Holt cleared her throat, as she got a small key out from one of her drawers in her desk, “we both agreed it was a brilliant idea,” she said as she handed the key to Julie, “this is the key for the P.O. box and here is the paper with all the information you need regarding the P.O. box.” She handed Julie a small piece of paper which had the number of the box and which post office.

“Chris came up with this idea?” Dr. Holt gave her a nod, “smart,” she mumbled. She then thanked Dr. Holt, not before the Dr. reminded her of the appointment, they had the following week. Julie said her goodbyes to Becca and then walked towards her car.

Julie decided to drive to the post office where her P.O. box was at, deciding to make herself become accustomed to the drive. Once she found the post office, Julie grabbed the letter that she had placed in the passenger seat.

Dear Juju,

What did I tell ya? Or was it you that told me? Anyway, I didn’t say Julie, I said Juju this time around. I feel like we’re close enough to begin calling each other by our nicknames. Which I just realized; you gave me your nickname but I didn’t give you mine… Another mystery that needs to be solved? That would be too cruel wouldn’t it? I’ll let you take three guesses and then I’ll tell you. And from the looks of it, you can be dramatic, but that’s okay. I’m an actor after all. I too can be dramatic when I need to be.

Mr. William sounds like a sweet old man, someone who probably has lots of stories to tell, if you just sat down with him and listened. Now as for the rude customers, you don’t have to start anywhere, I can just guess, I’ve seen a handful of rude customers from being a customer myself. Now, as for the photography you have briefly mentioned… show me the photo you are most proud of capturing. That’s if you are comfortable enough to show me. No pressure.

And I can assure you, Juju, that I am even more funny in person. Maybe one day you’ll just see for yourself.

I am a living pretty well kind of actor, by the way.

You have family from Mexico? So you’re Latina? Do you speak Spanish? Willing to teach me a few words if you do? Also winter here in Boston is gorgeous! You just have to see it, Julie. I’m familiar with the winter in California, it can be quite sad, I always come home to Boston for the winter. Mostly because of the holidays but also because of the scenery.

Phew! I am so glad I do not have to ask for a different pen pal! And I am so sorry that I offended you although, I must point out that you did the same thing within the first letter. Without even knowing a guy! Kinda harsh there, Juju.

Ahh, you’re the only girl! I’m assuming that you were very protected by your brothers as a child. I had sisters so, it was quite different in my household. But me and my siblings are a tight bunch.

Alright then, if we’re starting this game, let’s make it interesting…. What was your favorite subject in high school?

Toodles.

P.S. Good, I would hate to make you upset.

P.P.S.

I didn’t mean to make you panic, I am so sorry for that, Julie. But I am glad you told me. I imagine it must be hard for you to share that information with an almost complete stranger, but I must ask, who else have you spoken to about your childhood? I’d imagine you spoke to your therapist about it.

I just can’t wrap my head around the fact that a mother would threaten to kill their children. When you said guilt for the mistakes, she had made in the past… what mistakes? I also saw that you mentioned that your dad’s son from his first marriage has no relation to you… what did you mean by that?

How was your childhood being raised by a single father? It’s rare to hear about single fathers raising children. Do you and your stepmother get along now? What caused all these fights? I’m sorry if I am asking so many questions it’s just, I’m trying to understand a little bit better and I also care about you, Julie. I know we haven’t even met each other in real life but by the looks of it, you seem like a nice girl. A girl that is strong and independent… did I mention strong? Because I have a feeling, I know what would’ve happened to you if you had stayed with your father, but you’re here, Julie. You’re alive. And I’m proud of you.

Julie decided to wait on the reply, after all there things that needed to be attached that she had left at home.

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Ignis Dating Headcannons

Ignis

Yay! My favorite boy! (Psst! Between you and me he’s holding me hostage in Ignis hell, I can’t get out!) it may be a bit longer because I can’t with this man! Although surprisingly he was the hardest to write for as I really didn’t want to go the route of meeting at a cafe or work. It’s a little nsfw and by that I mean a minuscule mention of bedroom activities. Nothing more.

So with that being said let’s go!

This boy has been driving Noct crazy for the past week!

He was so frazzled he practically begged Ignis to go out with Gladio for a night of drinking (in actuality he just said he’d eat his vegetables if he went with him. That’s how desperate he was.)

Little did Ignis know however that it was an attempt to get him laid thinking that would loosen him up a little.

They didn’t really think this through as Ignis requires a bit more time to get to know someone before he gets involved in a relationship

He really didn’t expect to find you there, your friends pulling the same thing that Gladio’s doing, ie ignoring you.

He waltz’s over and takes a seat and politely introduces himself. But he’s a bit of a stuttering mess. Because wow he wasn’t expecting this!

You two instantly hit it off over the “failed” attempt that your friends pulled.

He left with your number after hours of talking much to Gladio’s shock.

After a few months of being friends Ignis finally confessed his feelings for you. It went as eloquently as anything Ignis did. Poetic and left you blown back by his words.

The first date that you two were on was beautiful. It was a walk through the Citadel gardens.

Ignis suffered a bit through the walk as his allergies started acting up when he stayed too long near flowers. (Ahh spring is FUN!)

Not to fear though! Ignis had planned for the walk to be short as he arranged a dinner a bit further ahead. (Away from all the devil flowers)

The dinner was obviously all home made by the beautiful chief himself.

After dinner the two of you watched the sunset it was stunning

It also just so happened that fireworks were going off, both literally and figuratively as he would be the only one to really go for the first kiss on the first date.

You’ve known each other long enough why not?

After that first date it was all relaxed from there on out.

Even when he was busy with work he would always make sure that your alright and text you throughout the day.

The boys met you and much to his happiness they love you! Or at least he wants to think that way!

Their such a bad influence on you!

He’s scolded you like a child when both you and Prompto where covered in mud. (A prank that backfired spectacularly)

Did someone say pet names?! This man loves them! Darling, dear, dearie, you name it.

Kitten gets saved for the bedroom and the bedroom alone.

Except for that one time it slipped out of him around the boys. He immediately flushed.

The boys where so confused thinking it was a new name. Only you knew.

You quickly returned with a “sir” and he went even redder.

And you won’t let him live it down damn it!

Overall just love this man! He’s so touch starved and deserves the world!

Beautiful boyfriend 10/10

#ffxv #ffxv headcanons #ignis #ignis x reader #gladio #noctis

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my past with dieting

wow, i think this post might end up being long.

to begin with, i was a fat kid from the very start. i don’t think i was obese but i was, i guess, overweight. now that i look back at it, it might have been the baby fat that added to the illusion. or maybe not, since i was fatter than everyone else in my grade.

before i even started school, i was just known to my family as that toddler that loved to eat. as with every story about eating disorders (disclaimer: i never really had an eating disorder but i guess... i almost did if that’s possible.), a likely factor would be the bullies. so in my story, my first bullies would’ve been my relatives.

it’s funny because the word and notion of “family” are supposed to resemble people who support you and care about you. i’m not saying my family doesn’t, but i guess they just have the worst ways of showing it... maybe it’s part of being asian?

anyway, i would remember when my parents dropped me off at my uncle’s place. he’s the second oldest brother of my mom. the uncle would every so often pick at me and say “oh who’s the chubby baby? it’s you” or some cringey baby talk that people do to toddlers-- except it’s usually “who’s a good girl” not “who’s the chubby kid”. lol. there was my cousin, his daughter, who is like at least a decade older than me who didn’t hide her dislike towards me and constantly ask “why do you eat so much?” i often didn’t answer because tbh, as a really young child, i wasn’t much of a person that reacted.

they weren’t wrong ofc. i actually did eat a hella lot. damn, i was a fat kid, deadasssss. even my mom joined on in the pinching of my belly and teasing. i think my first time being self-conscious about it was when i kept sucking in my belly as much as possible when my mom tried to force me into some uncomfortable ass jeans.

when i was a student at my third elementary school (my family moved multiple times), that’s when the bullying started. there’s a ton to say on that matter, maybe i’ll make a separate post, so i’ll just talk about the moments that really matter here. in general, the girls would often refer to me as the fat kid and sometimes would even throw in a comment or two. damn, why are kids so mean sometimes? even now, as a near young adult, i still see kids bullying each other and i can’t help but sigh in disappointment how it’s innate nature of humans to bully others. it’s kind of ridiculous. if you’re going to dislike someone, don’t show it enough to make them feel utterly terrible about themselves. if it gives you power to do so, you’re rotten trash. literally, you’re the real ugly one here.

i remember once when i was sitting a couple of rows behind the rest of the girls in my class in the auditorium of my elementary school, i was watching them talk. and they talked loud so i heard everything. they were just saying stuff like “i do this to my hair to make it look prettier” and “omg your hair is so long it’s so pretty”. i guess they caught me staring so one just smiled and said “(my name) can never be pretty enough with that short hair” to which another said “she’s kind of fat anyway”. ok, first of all-- i loved my damn ass dora the explorer hair cut ok? i was excited to go to the barbershop as a child to request the dora haircut specialty, bitch, i rocked it. i was sorta hurt by both the short hair and fat comments but like again, i didnt say anything i just looked away.

after that, the next time my dad brought me to the hairdresser, i was rebellious as heck. i didnt want short hair. i wanted to keep it long. but you know, there’s only so much 6 year old me can do, so i got my hair cut anyway.

fast forward to fifth grade. after years of constant teasing about my shape and weight, i think i had my awakening after i finished some good ass sandwich at barnes and nobles. i told my mom i was going to use the bathroom and so i did. after washing my hands, i looked into the mirror. ahh, the mirror that makes all the self-conscious people shudder. but i think i had never felt extremely self-conscious and distraught until then.

nobody was in the bathroom at that time, so i was brave enough to continue staring. i took in the sight of my flabby arms (which honestly wasn’t that flabby but it wasn’t thin) and most of all, my round belly. i was horrified as i turned to the side and gaped at how my stomach protruded out of my abdomen. it was like i have never noticed before. then as if a dam has been broken. all those comments and pinching at my body flooded my mind, screaming at me that yes, you are fat. you just realized? again, remind you, i literally wasn’t obese. i was overweight. two totally different things. if i want to make myself feel better, i guess i was borderline overweight only but idk, i was still fat.

i went home that night looking up on the internet “how to be cute” and “how to be pretty” like the naive kid i was and i gave up reading on tips on how to stand or how to dress. i decided i was going to diet.

when i refused to eat more when my mother offered another helping at dinner, i told her i was going to diet. immediately, she yelled angrily and was probably shocked, like who gave my daughter that idea what-- i was and still am a stubborn person so i persisted... i’m not going to go too deep into this because it was often just her trying to feed me and me trying to eat less and less.

i remember when we were at this shopping mall we frequently visited and i was in the dressing room trying to fit on new bras. when my mom helped me buckle up my bra after i finished trying on things, she said, “(my name), you got skinnier. i don’t even need to clasp your bra at the outermost row.” there were three sections for adjustment. i had managed to go from the outermost one to the innermost one. her voice held disappointment, but my heart had felt so light. i was elated.

this continued on into sixth and seventh grade. that’s right, it continued on deep into middle school. except it gotten worse. not only was i cutting down on portions of meals at home, i even did so at school. i skipped lunch, opting to avoid the lunch lines. i managed to skip breakfast when one day i got the idea of lying to my mom. “dont give me breakfast at home. i can just eat the school breakfast” to which she believed and sent me off to school without realizing i really wasn’t going to eat anything. i spent classes with awkward stomach growling. at that time, i didn’t know people could hear your stomach make noises when it’s hungry so i was fine with it lol. i slimmed down by a whole lot.

just to mention, if you’re going to lose weight, make exercise a thing. don’t strictly diet like me. i should’ve probably exercised but nah, i just depended on eating less or not eating at all. like any other rant, i’ll mention this: the rough start of my depression started at the beginning of eighth grade.

i was sick of “friendships”. sick of being used. sick of being second or third or anything else not first. sick of being manipulated. sick of being easily thrown away. most of all, i was just so sick of myself. i felt like i could never be able to have a friend. a friend i could depend on. i cut off all ties, if they barely even existed. i went into complete isolation. eighth grade was the grade i spoke not a single word to anyone. unless ofc i had to answer some question in class or do some group discussion. but even then, i honestly went so quiet. more quiet than i ever was before.

when i did speak a word outside in the hallway once, my classmate thought he was funny and said “wow, (my name) can talk?” and laughed like it was just that damn funny. idk bro, you got nothing better to laugh about? it’s nice that i matter so much to you, you had to make a comment, let alone say my name because clearly my attention wasn’t even on you in the first place.

anyway, hell yeah, i was hella emo. and when i’m emotionally depressed af, my appetite is ruined. starting that year, i fell into constant times of not feeling like eating. by then i was already thin enough i guess. i admit, i wasn’t skin and bones. but i wasn’t overweight anymore. my skin grew paler. it became harder for me to stand up without feeling lightheaded. i began catching colds more often than i ever had before. none of that deterred me from dieting though, despite by the start of my depression, i was already midway through not strictly dieting anymore.

depression continued that for me though. it hurt to eat sometimes. when i feel like crying, when my throat feels rough, my heart feels heavy, why add to the pain by forcing myself to swallow food? i’m not bulimic, i never was. i just avoided food. i would constantly protest “mom, i’m not dieting, i really just am not hungry.” did i ever mention that throughout my years and still up to this day, my mom would constantly throw shade at me for choosing to diet in the past? it hurts every time she does. in fact, i started writing this long ass post just because she did it again today.

i think she also started to notice my increase in depressing mood so sometimes she won’t say much if i refuse to eat. it was like my body hurt when i saw food and my mind drove me somewhere else to avoid the food placed in front of me. food repulsed me. my stomach turned at seeing it. near the end of eighth grade, i gotten into my first serious relationship with some girl 2-3 years older than me online. it lasted for about a year. honestly, it was a very rocky one. i constantly felt depressed. she was depressed too. she made me feel more depressed than i’d be if she wasn’t there, if i had to be honest.

the week following after our breakup, i was utterly broken. 14 year old me had no idea what i was supposed to do. it was halfway through my freshman year at high school. i didn’t have much friends. i only had one. even then, they weren’t there to support me. the other one...who’s now my best friend...i had lost her contact number. it wasn’t until four months later til i finally got in touch with her again so she wasn’t there to help me through my post break up either.

if me skipping meals often because of emotions was bad, this week was the worst. i legitimately didn’t eat more than 3-4 small bites of food a day. even now, i’m surprised how i managed to survive that week on so little food and how my mom didn’t even say much. she did notice and ask “why arent you feeling hungry these days? something wrong?” to which i’d brush off. i cried a lot. a hella lot. most of the times, it was heaving like i was trying to throw up my heart. i mean, i still have my crying sessions as i’m still...hella...depressed and yeah it feels like that. it be like that sometimes. and then the moments besides “most of the times” was me sniffling on the school bus because i just couldn’t stop thinking about it.

i could’ve killed myself. i nearly could’ve. midyear exams were coming. the stress from both school and my personal life was overwhelming. my body was destroyed. but somehow, i manage to overcome myself and get myself back into focusing on the exams. damn, i was hella scholar. now i’m not though lol. but then, i was focused since i was only a freshman that had just gotten into a prestigious school. the exams had managed to make me forget about what happened temporarily.

now, i still constantly look down on my body and wonder if i’m too fat. i still fat check. i squish my thighs, stare at them, hold them, then stare again. i look at my belly, i pinch it, i stare, i hold it tight wishing i can make the fat disappear. i’m not fat per se. people now call me skinny af, call me a pile of bones (i’m not, they’re exaggerating but i wish i was tbh). i hold my arms, squishing them to see if they’re too thick or not. i still look in the mirror observing the width of my body. i still try to calculate how much i’ve eaten on a daily basis. thinking about what i ate today and how much i’ve eaten.

perhaps, i’m not actively starving myself anymore, but those actions of paranoia and self-consciousness never left me...my stomach is probably ruined. will that stop me? probably not. i’ll be honest.

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go together with the horse-using and it used to be simply great I did not understand you could trip horses well it wasn’t an actual horse Ted adore it it was once this ancient fella with a saddle on him go it have to’ve been about eighty you already know of direction he could not go very speedy like you know I was once form of lashing him with the weapon all could not get a lot of a response out of him you realize and how long have been you up on them i would say it used to be about but an hour so that you were upon an eight-yr-ancient man riding him round and deciding upon him for 60 minutes you realize that picture will stay with me for the leisure of my lifestyles I all said yeah it is satisfactory is not it come on we should go no i don’t think I could take the thrill to be honest believe I just say if there may be something on the television soap a style of jumper is basically but they’re simply going learn the historical diagram good day father Ted Kelly speakme howdy father sorry to disturb you my name is Terry McNamee i am producing the software religion of our fathers for small screen television Aaron at the second doing a designated on priests who work in isolated communities and i was questioning for those who’d be all for speakme to us good that is that’s very um that’s an awfully enjoyable fifth of Our Fathers is my favourite software you already know well you we’re the first individual we suggestion of address that I could come over and we would offer you a small rate in your drawback support a ailing ok nobody no have got to be anybody Ted only a second Oh rapid query how precisely do you get to craggy Island father it would not seem to be on any Maps no what wouldn’t be on any Maps no Terry we’re now not precisely new york now the pleasant way to to find it’s ordinarily to head out from Garlin or relatively north till you see the English boats with the nuclear image on the facet even very nearly the island when they’re dumping the old glow-in-the-dark one factor are there every other monks dwelling there with you our researcher would not mention any person else um good no there isn’t any one else right here i’m going to see what Saturday then i will provide you with a call after I get there I the reply back Ted certainly not activate the television when father Jack’s asleep you know how he is but he is normally asleep sure well any person who served the church as long as he has deserves a leisure simply particularly an honor for us to shield in his old age you recognize yeah look at him dreaming of earlier glories indubitably girls pay attention now we have received a certain deal with in these days it is very kindly volunteered to take him all by means of volleyball practice and he is simply reminded me that it can be very heat at present so there will be no need on your tracksuit tops hi there father Dougal McGuire right here and welcome to this week’s prime of the Pops after which at number 45 this week is father Ted Crilley when I’ve obtained the vigour and the quantity 15 for the 16th week in a row his father Jack Hackett with IMS Sleepy breeze how does that cup shake get on the tv is the tv broken once more father yes we have now an concern manner there may be nothing flawed with that that are not able to be fixed with the visual you understand chortle within the head to park and now then who’s pretty me please mrs.Doyle T sec I find mr. Doyle you need to have a cop i know thanks mrs. Doyle truthfully i would like have a cop are you definite an hour tart no i’m no longer in the mood types all right so like a while but you’re no longer have a drop oh thanks mrs. Owen oh i am satisfactory Noorie they take apart father and significantly no and what do you say to a cup take off cup this cup of tea take off oh gosh there was once a phone name prior from a Terry McNamee all correct who’s that Ted I’ve never heard of him anything to do with there wasn’t at the tv sure he is coming to Vic’s tv yeah good you’d be right here tomorrow or 12 grand yeah that’s good you called someone Ted nonetheless not working you are effortlessly the quality doo-doo-doo-doo better than the entire rest penis god Ted you nervous the life out of me they are doing the ancient pop megastar thing undergo dougela I was once Ted yeah it used to be fine being on television today I suppose I’ve caught the historic television tube guide with the mattress canine get some sleep you do not get overtired do you ever want to get into television you’re unhappy Ted annoy i would not imply to send that form of factor fairly yeah yeah i do not believe you’d be so much just right at it definitely why no longer well you realize you are a bit critical are not you and your eyes are bit crossed yeah they may be a little wonky tag you recognize the cameras can decide upon that up you recognize i’m not cross eyed Dugan you’re a bit of no Ted certain half the time I don’t know if you’re talking to me your father Jack dude why do not you just get some sleep right just must say the ancient prayers our Father who art in heaven hallowed hallowed be thy name Papa do not preach doodle you recognize that you can reward God with sleep flip your head a vegan for a tiring day God there’s tons of ways that you could praise God isn’t that head like that point you instructed me to reward Him by way of you recognize just leaving the room that used to be a just right one sure Ted mmm Ted yes knock-knock who’s there father Dugan McGuire goodnight Doga right here you bit better than others that’s it you made it then I consider so there isn’t a indication that it is craggy Island there is no indicators or whatever it is there a man looking at you with the t-shirt saying I shot junior ahh you are here so what the line could be very dangerous father you’re a giant muffled i am on a portable cellphone you caught me by using shock while you phoned me you know how i am on the toilet so the place will we meet at any place we can get just a few excellent photographs any nearby landmarks no what no there are no landmarks here now Terry no no longer all comprehend although the island itself is a kind of landmark relatively the general rule is if you are heading away from it you are going in the right course correct there’s the area feeling well that sounds good it’s not a discipline fairly nevertheless it has much less rocks in it than most areas father i’ll meet you on the area now how do I get there ask Tom there he’ll aid you out correct father Thanks Holy Mary mom of God content material i’m so sorry it was once just a shaggy dog story try to avoid doing that once more dougela hello idea used to be particularly herself it’s the final thing i need you are proper there Ted anyway it can be time for Jax walk time in your walk father Jack the clips can i convey up the mobile land head he’d love that no he would not take him around the cliffs and this time if you’re going close the edge placed on the brakes he was only simply lucky the final time and you are no longer coming your self i know I suppose i will stay here and pray for a at the same time Oh what are you after Ted i’m not after something dude it is now not unknown for contributors of the clergy to hope every now and then it likes more than to get out the fresh air that’s it now in your go is that bill however man this is given each single whatever once he is out thirty is a first-rate time he is aware of they will not kiss when I’d be half that father what you as much as your self well I suppose i will simply stay here and have a little of an historic pray all correct fill in the power it is to the 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purported to show some decorum this wasn’t a priest don’t you say that so he advised me one time he doesn’t even think in God take all the credit at head however what the crater demise it is called out considering it was a younger fella killed on it last yr come on i’m sick and worn out York dead appear there’s a fortune-teller come on we will have one go in there do not rest your money on that stuff – we’ll take you on no account comprehend there probably whatever in it it’s rubbish how might any one suppose any of that style of nonsense simply no extra ordinary than that stuff we learned in the cemetery you realize heaven and hell and eternal lifestyles bitch take it severely Ted well you are so two men to take it seriously oh yeah yes having had an everlasting life yes of direction I let you go in you go residence straight after that good i will I promise that every one correct whats up let’s go Ted cuts on one scared off favored i will do it and that you can watch hey there sit you 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electing some residence it can be virtually 5:00 in time for his ingesting goodbye that is where I acquired this okay Shema Israel has lower back to me come on no father we higher be off come on there you might be father we obtained here at last yet another father’s useless to the arena do you don’t know what’s going on gende nevertheless it’s time Kiran come on yeah you heard from from from the tv well yes we simply asked you a few questions Wow am I going to be on the small screen television good sure we’ll off with a historical past of the island and then transfer on to how lifestyles has converted for the Islanders economically and socially father how would you say the individuals’s religious beliefs right here on craggy Island were littered with the arrival of tv and larger entry most of the time god no they’re speakme to generate great there i’m it’s me appear i’m on the telly no God does he relatively exist I mean little I have no idea i do not even consider in equipped religion 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A LIFE WITHOUT STAN LEE? -- Part Two

Ever wonder what it must have been like to BE Stan Lee over the past decade or two as the Marvel movies soared to prominence?

At 90 years old, he was still vibrant and funny and in good health, and he seemed to be having the time of his life just BEING Stan Lee. His final couple of years, with his wife Joan’s passing and so much behind-the-scenes wrangling to control his assets and access, were an embarrassment of greed from so many.

His detractors spoke of karma, of freelancers who worked with him and did not fare as well as he did as Marvel's editor-in-chief and icon/corporate spokesman, either in credit or financially. His biggest mistakes and, perhaps, regrets were there for the world to see.

And he had to sue Marvel for the $10 million in movie merchandise royalties he was contractually guaranteed. Wait, what?

Yup, even Smilin’ Stan had some bumpy rides.

Remember when I mentioned first meeting him in '78? Stan reviewed my friend Scott's artwork, dated and autographed the backs of his pages and paintings "to prove I saw these," and recommended that Scott submit his work to Marvel. Scott did so. Marvel's editor at the time rejected the submission outright with a terse note, "Stan has no power here."

That was a bit sobering. I stumbled over that sour sentiment a number of times across the decades.

Probably the oddest example? One day in the ‘90s, Stan Lee called me to say that Marvel asked him to write The Hulk vs. Superman cross-over one-shot, and he wanted to work on it with artist Mike Deodato, Jr. "Can Mike draw from a loose outline? You know how I like to work." I explained to him that the Brazil-based Deodato -- who was still learning English at the time -- didn't see himself as a writer and preferred to work from a page-by-page, panel by panel plot, if not a full script. "What if you and I talk out the idea, Stan?" I suggested. "I can then develop it into the full plot that Mike can work from, you review it, and he draws it from there?" "That'd be great, Dave! We've been talking about working together for awhile now. Let me give you the editor's name and number at Marvel. Tell him Mike's available to start, and we can get to work."

I called the editor and left a message. Then another. Nothing....although Stan and I had several quick conversations about it over the next few weeks. Finally, Stan called me again to ask if I've heard anything from the editor. "Nothing yet, Stan," I told him. "Fortunately, Mike Deodato has other work keeping him busy, but I don't want him to lose this opportunity." "O.K.," Stan replied. "Call them again today and let me know as soon as you hear anything."

Five more messages, an Email or two, and I forget how many days later, the editor finally called me back. "You must've misunderstood," the editor said, condescension in his voice. "Stan didn't mean to say he wanted Mike Deodato for The Hulk vs. Superman. He meant, in general, that he'd like to work with Deodato some day on something like that. You must've misunderstood." So I explained that I couldn't have misunderstood and, grabbing my notes, I began to quote Stan's exact words. The editor interrupted, "No, you must've misunderstood." And he hung up.

So I called Stan's office, and his assistant gave me Stan's cell number. Stan was in his car when I recounted that conversation with the editor. "What? I didn't 'misunderstand,'" said Stan, in a voice that went cold. "I'm going to Marvel in two days, and we are going to talk about a lot of things." He sounded sick of this. "Call me at Marvel's offices in the afternoon."

So I did. The gal who answered at Marvel told me, "Stan is still in his meeting. I can hear him yelling. I'll tell him you called like he asked." A few days later, Stan called me back, sorry that Deodato and I had been treated that way by Marvel. I sighed and said, "Well, I'm surprised and sorry they treated you that way, Stan." "Ahh, don't worry," he answered. "I'm fine." I later heard that this may have been the same visit to Marvel where Stan's contract got re-negotiated for a million bucks a year, an assistant and driver and he would only be responsible to Marvel for one day per week and could launch his own ventures. Soon he launched Stan Lee Media and, later, POW! Entertainment; Mike Deodato moved to DC and Dark Horse and Chaos! before spending the next decade back exclusively at Marvel, and The Hulk vs. Superman was eventually published with a very talented, very different creative team.

For Christmas that year, Mike Deodato created a drawing of The Hulk vs. Superman, and we gave the original art to Stan to commemorate the book that almost happened.

Stan has always put on a great face for the comics biz, endlessly energetic and upbeat about its potential. He's even been its apologist at times, such as when a comic book store owner, writing in CBG, demanded that Marvel apologize for destroying the direct sales market with its '90s era machinations and hurting his business -- and Stan called that store to apologize.

I remember walking down a Convention aisle at normal speed, and Stan and Max Anderson cut around me, one on each side, walking at twice my speed and out of sight before I knew it -- Stan being 88 at the time. I mentioned my surprised to Max the next day, and Max told me, "Stan saw me drinking a Red Bull, asked me what it was, and I told him it was to boost my energy. Stan said he ought to drink a few, and I said, 'NO! I drink these to keep up with you!'" We both chuckled over that.

So a few years later, I was certainly pleased to greet Stan at New York Comic Con so soon after his pacemaker was put in, walking and talking as fast as ever. It was amazing to see people crowding the aisles just to get a glimpse of him.

HIs life had certainly become meta, with a Fake Stan Lee on the payroll (I think) running around Conventions doing a riff on the '80s version of Stan. It certainly was fun for me to pose with the fake Stan Lee while holding a picture I'd just taken with the real Stan Lee.

Because of my decades of working with artists and teaching Creating Comics Seminars all over the world, Stan was happy that I accepted the assignment to write Stan Lee's How to Draw Comics based on those Seminars.

I wrote, assigned new art, and produced the entire 228-page book over a three-week span in the Philippines over Christmas. Stan reviewed the chapters, writing back comments like, "This is grrreeeeat!" and taking time at the end to send me a note about how well he thought it turned out.

He seemed quite pleased with what I did with it. And to his credit, even on a late-night talk show interview, he never claimed that he wrote it.

Tina Francisco, Katrina Mae Hao, and I came up with a whole pile of Stan caricatures for that book that didn't get used! I hope to put them to good use someday.

Oddly, nobody told Stan how well the Stan Lee's How to Draw Comics book was selling. He wrote me --

I had to admit nobody told me how it was selling, either. (I later picked up copies of the book in Italian, so that was interesting!)

When Stan remembered that I was in the process of writing a How To Create Comics book under my own name, he wrote me a terse --

So I have his intro in my files. I need to finish that book, and you know who I'll dedicate it.

Later on, I ghosted some introductions for Stan, on such books as JAPAN NEEDS HEROES.

I found it funny -- the editor of the JAPAN NEEDS HEROES book inserted two paragraphs of his own text into my introduction; not knowing someone else had penned them, Stan deleted those paragraphs entirely because they seemed unnecessary and simply didn't sound like him. Stan ended up changing just one word of mine, "harried" to "hassled," and the intro ran otherwise as I wrote it. I later found that editor claiming, to anyone who would listen, that HE wrote that intro.

Just experiencing him BEING Stan Lee could be an inspiration, a learning experience.

Most telling might be a several years back when my sister-in-law's baby died in the hospital at only a month old, and Stan Lee was the FIRST person to contribute to a fund launched to help her with expenses. What’s more, he wrote her about how he and his wife had lost a child in childbirth, so they both understood her pain.

Or how about this one? It’s a Saturday in 2009 at Pittsburgh ComiCon, and something had gone wrong. Since we’d worked with Stan Lee on Who Wants To Be a Superhero? for his POW! Entertainment and we were about to start work on Stan Lee's How To Draw Comics, Stan suggested that I ask the Con to schedule us together for a few minutes, since he was booked wall-to-wall. The scheduled Friday night meet-up I’d arranged with the Con's owner for some reason didn’t happen. And by Saturday afternoon, it appeared as though Stan would finish his meet-and-greets upstairs in the Green Room, wrap his autograph session, and be whisked away two hours later for the airport without me saying so much as “Hello.”

Then: From our Glass House Graphics booth on the convention floor, my wife saw the Green Room door open at the top of the stairs, and she nudged me in its direction. “Go there!” she said. I did so, and she followed with our daughter Jasmine in tow and my photographer friend Paul Brittain right behind. Down came a couple of Security, then Stan, then the Con people. As Stan hit the bottom stairs, I stepped out, extending my hand. “Stan! David Campiti, Glass House Graphics!”

He looked up and, in true Stan Lee fashion, his face lit up while shaking my hand firmly. “Dave! Glad you made it! I was hoping to see you!”

The security guard stepped in to push me away. “Ya gotta go, keep moving.”

Throwing his arms wide, Stan said, “Wait — Dave’s a friend!” The guard glared at me, looked at Stan, back at me, then waved. “C’mon, then.”

Stan put his arm around my shoulder as we walked — briskly — toward his signing area in the next room. “Sorry it’s so crazy. How ya been?” he asked.

“We’re doing well. Glad you could spare me a moment, Stan,” I replied. “My artist Fabio Laguna and I did this up to give you, a nod to Disney buying Marvel.” The yellow package contained a 13” x 19” color print, a cartoon depicting Walt Disney wearing a Thor hat and costume and Stan Lee wearing a Mickey Mouse hat and costume, with a Disney logo emblazoned atop Marvel’s own logo. “This is CUTE!” he said. “Can I have this?”

“Of course!” I said. “There’s two of them. One signed by Fabio and me, and a smaller one unsigned. Hey, can we get a picture?”

“SURE!” Stan said. As we stopped in our tracks so Paul could take a shot, Stan turned to my wife. “Jinky! How ya doin'?” he asked, shaking her hand. Then he bent down to my daughter. “Jasmine! Nice to meet you. Are you four now?”

"Uh-huh. Are you Stan Lee?"

He beamed a high-wattage small at her, posed for the pic, then the guard pulled him away.

Carrying off the package, he said, “Thanks to much for this! Sorry we don’t have more time!” He waved, then he was off to sign for another line full of autograph seekers before racing to the airport.

Think about it: Despite a hectic schedule, Stan “The Man” Lee not only made me feel welcome, he had even recalled my wife’s name, my daughter’s name, and how old she was. (This from the guy people say has no memory!)

When I’m at a Con and flustered or crazy busy and someone wants to talk, this gave me something to aspire to. I'm much more concerned these days about giving each fan, each artist, his/her moment and my full attention.

Oh -- and that Walt Disney/Stan Lee piece we gave him that day?

Stan kept it displayed in his office.

So let me wrap this up by saying: Everything in life builds on everything else. I ran into Al Williamson in a Boston bar back in 1982, struck up a conversation, and he suggested that I submit scripts to David Scroggy at Pacific Comics. That led to my first professional comics script sales.

When something as simple as a chance conversation in a bar with can affect one's life, you can only imagine how decades of Stan Lee affected my life without him ever knowing.

Without Stan Lee's "You're in the club" Mighty Marvel Manner version of Marvel Comics, I'd never have become such a comics fan. I never would have had the goal to work with him in comics and would likely have ended up a pharmacist like my Dad wanted.

I wouldn't have been inspired to read so much, get a communications degree in college, sell my first comics scripts, write for magazines and books, create multiple comics series, work in animation, become an editor and publisher, or become an international comics agent and meet thousands of wonderful creative people all over the world, many of who have become my friends.

That also means I wouldn't have gone to the Philippines to teach Creating Comics Seminars and wouldn't have met budding artist Meryl Calanog. So we never would've gotten married and had Jasmine.

Without the inspiration of Stan Lee, my life would be completely different and certainly not one filled with such joy.

Thank you, Stan Lee.

For everything.

-- David Campiti GLASS HOUSE GRAPHICS 12/28/18

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Kings 3

KINGS 3 [Wisdom] 13 For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates; he hath blessed thy children within thee. 14 He maketh peace in thy borders, and filleth thee with the finest of the wheat. Ps. 147 [News at bottom] https://youtu.be/OsFFErCmcuY Kings 3 https://ccoutreach87.files.wordpress.com/2017/04/4-4-17-kings-3-wisdom.zip https://ccoutreach87.com/4-4-17-kings-3-wisdom/ https://youtu.be/4UGEa_bbQXk CCCF ON VIDEO- .Take a walk on the ‘wild’ side .Mary- Agnes- Laredo streets .Car at the shop .Rhema word .True legacy .Imprecatory Psalms .Wisdom works well .Martha Stewart .Mother Theresa .Apostles 1Kings 3:28 And all Israel heard of the judgment which the king had judged; and they feared the king: for they saw that the wisdom of God was in him, to do judgment. NEW- Just A few notes- I’ll add my past commentary on this chapter below. The scenery for this video is not as ‘nice’ as some of the others. I’m trying to do my ‘series’ teaching by the waterfront. But this day I had to drop the car off at my mechanic on Agnes [brakes- rotors were bad]. And I have been having problems with my laptops- So- I thought I would take a day off from teaching- but wasn’t sure. So I taught walking down Agnes/Laredo streets. The West side of Corpus. I even mentioned how I like these walks because I run into my friends. Sure enough- if you watch the video- that happened. One more note. Sunday I taught the verses from Church Unlimited- Pastor Bil spoke on Jehoshaphat the king from Chronicles. The next day my friend Charlie also brought up Joel chapter 3- which speaks of the valley of Jehoshaphat. There was sort of a theme- both from the Churches [Mass- C.U.] as well as my friends on the street. I find it interesting how the ‘un-planned’ teachings seem to ‘allow’ the Spirit of the Lord to connect things. Ok- thats it for now- God bless. ONE MORE NOTE- In the past I used to do my own brakes- but Oscar the mechanic always gives me a great deal. I had the rotors and front brake pads changed on both sides [front]- the parts were 80. It’s about a 3-4 hour job- The labor was also 80- a regular shop would have charged around 350- 500 for this job. That’s why I take the car to Oscar. For my local friends- his shop is on the corner of Port and Agnes streets. MY PAST TEACHINGS- https://ccoutreach87.com/2017/04/08/battle-is-the-lords/ https://ccoutreach87.com/2017/04/10/the-fellowship/ https://ccoutreach87.com/1st-2nd-kings/ https://ccoutreach87.com/james-2015/ KINGS- https://ccoutreach87.com/1st-2nd-kings/ https://ccoutreach87.com/2017/03/29/kings-2/

(1050)1st KINGS 3:1-15 this is a prophetic chapter, Solomon goes to Gibeon to offer on ‘the great altar’. What is the great altar? There is a remote verse [somewhere in the Old Testament- I didn’t look it up] that says Moses tabernacle is located at Gibeon. How it got there we don’t know, but the picture is important. The tabernacle of Moses represents the Old Covenant [law], during David’s rule the Ark of the covenant that was stolen, David retrieves it and places it at Jerusalem [the tent that he puts it under is called the Tabernacle of David- a type of the new covenant people who have free access to God, no more veil!] So Solomon more than likely sacrificed at Gibeon [picturing the Old Covenant] and then has the famous dream where God appears to him and he asks for wisdom. This ‘dream’ can be a type of death. Jesus referred to death as ‘sleeping’ Paul too. So after ‘the dream’ [death] he goes to Jerusalem and is at the place of the Ark [a type of Gods presence, it was not in Moses tabernacle, but under the tent that David set up] and eventually the remnants of Moses tabernacle [at Gibeon] will be joined to the Ark [at Jerusalem] and there will be ‘one new temple’ [Ephesians speaks of the 2 becoming one in Christ, both Jew and Gentile]. So under Solomon’s rule [a type of Christ] we have the joining of the Old Covenant people of God along with the Gentile church. Jesus did not forsake his ‘people that he foreknew’ [Romans] but thru his death he took away the ‘law of commandments contained in ordinances and nailed them to his Cross’ [Colossians, Ephesians] thus removing the enmity and making in himself ‘one new man’. Solomon was definitely prophetic! [see 2nd Samuel study, chapter 7- entry 923]

(1051) 1st KINGS 3: 16-28 Now to the famous story. Two women [harlots] come to Solomon with a problem. They both had children within a few days of each other, and one night one of the babies died. The other woman woke up and had the dead baby with her, but after she looked at it she realized it wasn’t hers. The real mother of the dead child did a swap at night. So as they are pleading their case to the king, they both claim that the living child is theirs. So Solomon calls for a sword, they bring him the sword and he tells his men ‘take the baby and divide it in two, give half to each mom’ sounds fair enough. Of course the real mom says ‘no, don’t divide it. Give the baby to her’ and the fake mom says ‘no, divide it!’ Ahh! Got ya. Solomon says ‘give the child to the one who did not want to divide it, the child belongs to her’. A few things, it just so happened that the last book we studied was Ecclesiastes, I didn’t plan it like that, it just ‘happened’. Ecclesiastes was written by Solomon. One of the verses I didn’t cover says Solomon wrote on all types of subjects and put together three thousand proverbs. Proverbs are short, concise bits/nuggets of wisdom that get the point across in a nutshell. While there are times when you need to read large volumes and stuff, yet wisdom allows you to cover a lot of content in a little space. In this case Solomon used his wisdom to quickly come to a conclusion that could not be refuted; Jesus did stuff like this with his parables. Notice also that after the judgment was made, there really was no ‘if, ands or buts’ about it. He was right and that settled it. I still have old preacher friends who can’t discern the most basic stuff. Now, I don’t want to be mean or condescending, but there comes a time where things are right or wrong. Many years ago I taught how leaders were making a serious mistake when they grasped on to the prosperity interpretation of Jesus parable of the sower [read the chapter ‘twisting the parable of the sower’ in the book ‘house of prayer or den of thieves’ on this site]. Basically many preachers, good men, were going around and teaching that Jesus was speaking about getting a huge harvest of cash. In the parable Jesus says one of the things that hinders the full harvest is ‘the deceitfulness of riches’, so I taught how Jesus was not saying ‘the deceitfulness of riches is holding back the cash’. Now, this is really elementary stuff, but some preachers still can’t discern this, after 20years! There comes a time when Solomon [Jesus] sends a judgment forth, and we ultimately become responsible for what we do with it. In this case, one of the ladies was right the other wrong. Solomon plainly told us who was telling the truth. [note- the other day as I was flipping channels, I stopped at a ‘prophetic’ brother who I haven’t watched in a while. In the past he has had some good words that were right on. But I felt that too many ‘prophecies’ were going forth on a yearly basis that were not really accomplishing anything ‘this year is the year of increase, Rebuke the demon of poverty’ stuff that was being repeated over and over hundreds of times, and yet the word of God was not being taught. Well on the program I tuned in on, the brother was saying how all the media complaints about Sarah Palin’s expensive wardrobe were ridiculous [I agree] but then he said that it was nothing but a ‘spirit of poverty’ that needed to be rebuked. Are there ‘spirits/demons of poverty’ no. At least we see no cases of Jesus casting out spirits of poverty in scripture. There comes a time when preachers/media outlets need to return to a sober message of the Cross. I believe in prophecy and miracles and have experienced many of these types of things over the years, but we need to stop being silly with some of this stuff.

[parts] VERSES- 1Kings 3:1 And Solomon made affinity with Pharaoh king of Egypt, and took Pharaoh’s daughter, and brought her into the city of David, until he had made an end of building his own house, and the house of the LORD, and the wall of Jerusalem round about. 1Kings 3:2 Only the people sacrificed in high places, because there was no house built unto the name of the LORD, until those days. 1Kings 3:3 And Solomon loved the LORD, walking in the statutes of David his father: only he sacrificed and burnt incense in high places. 1Kings 3:4 And the king went to Gibeon to sacrifice there; for that was the great high place: a thousand burnt offerings did Solomon offer upon that altar. 1Kings 3:5 In Gibeon the LORD appeared to Solomon in a dream by night: and God said, Ask what I shall give thee. 1Kings 3:6 And Solomon said, Thou hast shewed unto thy servant David my father great mercy, according as he walked before thee in truth, and in righteousness, and in uprightness of heart with thee; and thou hast kept for him this great kindness, that thou hast given him a son to sit on his throne, as it is this day. 1Kings 3:7 And now, O LORD my God, thou hast made thy servant king instead of David my father: and I am but a little child: I know not how to go out or come in. 1Kings 3:8 And thy servant is in the midst of thy people which thou hast chosen, a great people, that cannot be numbered nor counted for multitude. 1Kings 3:9 Give therefore thy servant an understanding heart to judge thy people, that I may discern between good and bad: for who is able to judge this thy so great a people? 1Kings 3:10 And the speech pleased the LORD, that Solomon had asked this thing. 1Kings 3:11 And God said unto him, Because thou hast asked this thing, and hast not asked for thyself long life; neither hast asked riches for thyself, nor hast asked the life of thine enemies; but hast asked for thyself understanding to discern judgment; 1Kings 3:12 Behold, I have done according to thy words: lo, I have given thee a wise and an understanding heart; so that there was none like thee before thee, neither after thee shall any arise like unto thee. 1Kings 3:13 And I have also given thee that which thou hast not asked, both riches, and honour: so that there shall not be any among the kings like unto thee all thy days. 1Kings 3:14 And if thou wilt walk in my ways, to keep my statutes and my commandments, as thy father David did walk, then I will lengthen thy days. 1Kings 3:15 And Solomon awoke; and, behold, it was a dream. And he came to Jerusalem, and stood before the ark of the covenant of the LORD, and offered up burnt offerings, and offered peace offerings, and made a feast to all his servants. 1Kings 3:16 Then came there two women, that were harlots, unto the king, and stood before him. 1Kings 3:17 And the one woman said, O my lord, I and this woman dwell in one house; and I was delivered of a child with her in the house. 1Kings 3:18 And it came to pass the third day after that I was delivered, that this woman was delivered also: and we were together; there was no stranger with us in the house, save we two in the house. 1Kings 3:19 And this woman’s child died in the night; because she overlaid it. 1Kings 3:20 And she arose at midnight, and took my son from beside me, while thine handmaid slept, and laid it in her bosom, and laid her dead child in my bosom. 1Kings 3:21 And when I rose in the morning to give my child suck, behold, it was dead: but when I had considered it in the morning, behold, it was not my son, which I did bear. 1Kings 3:22 And the other woman said, Nay; but the living is my son, and the dead is thy son. And this said, No; but the dead is thy son, and the living is my son. Thus they spake before the king. 1Kings 3:23 Then said the king, The one saith, This is my son that liveth, and thy son is the dead: and the other saith, Nay; but thy son is the dead, and my son is the living. 1Kings 3:24 And the king said, Bring me a sword. And they brought a sword before the king. 1Kings 3:25 And the king said, Divide the living child in two, and give half to the one, and half to the other. 1Kings 3:26 Then spake the woman whose the living child was unto the king, for her bowels yearned upon her son, and she said, O my lord, give her the living child, and in no wise slay it. But the other said, Let it be neither mine nor thine, but divide it. 1Kings 3:27 Then the king answered and said, Give her the living child, and in no wise slay it: she is the mother thereof. 1Kings 3:28 And all Israel heard of the judgment which the king had judged; and they feared the king: for they saw that the wisdom of God was in him, to do judgment. ________________________________________ Luke 16:9 And I say unto you, Make to yourselves friends of the mammon of unrighteousness; that, when ye fail, they may receive you into everlasting habitations. In Context | Full Chapter | Other Translations Psalm 122:3 Jerusalem is builded as a city that is compact together: In Context | Full Chapter | Other Translations Psalm 109:8 Let his days be few; and let another take his office. In Context | Full Chapter | Other Translations 1 Corinthians 6:5 I speak to your shame. Is it so, that there is not a wise man among you? no, not one that shall be able to judge between his brethren? In Context | Full Chapter | Other Translations Matthew 23:34 Wherefore, behold, I send unto you prophets, andwise men, and scribes: and some of them ye shall kill and crucify; and some of them shall ye scourge in your synagogues, and persecute them from city to city: In Context | Full Chapter | Other Translations James 1:5 If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him. In Context | Full Chapter | Other Translations King James Version (KJV)

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