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trentaafcsblog · 3 years

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Ménage À Trois

Mason Mount & Ben Chilwell

You’re smirking at yourself in the mirror as you stand and admire your body. A burgundy lace lingerie set just about covering the parts that you want it to, although there’s still enough skin poking through the gaps in the material to make it even more sexy than it already is. You’re turning to the side slightly to catch a glimpse of your ass, smirking at how good it looks thanks to the style of thong that you’re wearing, the waistband resting perfectly on the tops of your hips and simultaneously accentuating your curves in the most incredible way. Your boobs look fucking insane too. Both of them spilling out over the top of your bra and jiggling with each movement, yet there’s still enough held in cups to allow your nipples to poke through the lace and offer a glimpse of what’s hiding underneath to any prying eyes.

You’re combing your fingers through your blow-dried curls once you’ve finished adjusting your underwear. Letting them be dragged down with the movement of your hands before they’re springing back up again, taking a more natural appearance the more you play around with them. Applying a thin layer of lip gloss to your pouted lips before you’re going in for several more coats, quickly realising that one isn’t going to be enough if your mouth will be working in the ways that you’d suggested in your little group chat of three, adding layer upon layer in the hope that your lips are still glossy by the end of tonight, although you’re still not convinced. You’re adding a couple more coats of waterproof mascara too, hoping that it stays on your lashes should any tears happen to escape, but your thoughts are quickly drawing to an end when the sound of tyres crunching on the gravel outside forces you out of your mind. Sprinting over to the window and clocking the familiar Range Rover pulling up on the drive - an indicator that your dream is only a few seconds away - before you’re fumbling around in the bottom draw in your wardrobe. Retrieving the tiniest little vibrator that you can find and slipping it into the crotch of your panties, hitting the ‘on’ button and letting it hum against your clit before you’re racing back across the room to grab your silk robe. Tying it around your body and taking a deep breath before making your way down the stairs, the knocks from your guests greeting you just as your foot hits the bottom step.

“Afternoon” you smile, a strand of hair being curled around your index finger as you lean against the door frame and look your guests up and down. “You okay, boys?” you ask as they both nod their heads in unison, their eyes fixated on your tits which suddenly become much more visible thanks to a gust of wind from outside, the thin material of your robe blowing up to reveal more of your skin.

“Did you just come to stare at me?” you’re questioning after a few seconds, your words snapping them both out of their trance and causing them to almost fight over who gets through the front door first as they barge their way in. Ben reaching you before Mason does as he crouches down in front of you and throws your body over his shoulder, leaving Mason to follow you both back up the stairs whilst you make a ‘grabby hands’ motion in his direction. Letting out a little giggle when he picks up on the faint buzzing feeling that’s penetrating the material of his t-shirt thanks to the way that your legs are crossed over him, pushing your vibrator down into his skin and giving him an insight into the kind of girl you are, not that he needs any hints.

You’re sitting yourself down on the edge of your bed once you’ve made it to your room. Watching the boys strip off as they throw their clothes around the room in an attempt to get undressed and ready for what’s to come as quickly as possible. Boxers, socks and joggers littering the carpet and revealing what was hidden underneath, their tanned bodies obviously sculpted by the gods and their cocks now standing to attention after a few harsh tugs, helped by the sight of you squeezing your tits before them.

“What you gonna do to me then…daddies?” you giggle, emphasising the plural of the nickname as you shuffle backwards slightly and spread your legs. Pushing your thong to the side and letting your breath hitch at the slight icy sensation that your fingertips bring when they start tracing along your folds. Two of them threatening to dip into your hole as you look up at Mase and Ben with the most lust-filled eyes, begging them to talk dirty so that you can get an insight into their not-so-innocent minds.

And god, they’re not disappointing. Reeling off a whole list of filthy scenarios that elicit a bead of pre-cum to run out of the slit in their cocks each time they imagine their thoughts with the person sat before them. Your pussy on the verge of exploding as you sit and stroke your fingers up and down it in time with the boys’ voices, occasionally pumping two digits inside when they make reference to the box of sex toys that you’ve left out on your bedside table for them to use, whining and moaning as you watch them poke around and admire the extra additions to the bedroom.

“I think that’s enough time wasted, don’t you, ya horny little slut” Mase growls as he takes a step towards you, clearly having enough of seeing you getting yourself off to his and Ben’s thoughts as he bats your hand away from your pussy and pulls your legs so that you slide closer to him. Letting go when you’re almost hanging off the bed and instructing you to get on all fours for him as he stands before you, his cock twitching in anticipation before you’re reaching out with one hand and gently cupping his balls. Looking up at him as he nudges Ben and encourages him to get behind you, a squeal escaping your mouth when your panties get ripped away from your body and a harsh slap hits your ass cheek.

“You’re not stopping ‘til I say so” Mason’s telling you as you just about manage to nod your head before Ben’s tongue starts licking a hot stripe along your core, the heat from his mouth eliciting a little whimper which Mase quickly puts an end to when he thrusts forward and completely fills your mouth with his cock. The tip hitting the back of your throat and causing tears to spring to your eyes as you start bobbing your head up and down in order to try and relieve the burning sensation in your throat. The stimulation at both ends of your body causing a series of moans to escape around Mason’s shaft, a feeling that just turns him on more than ever because he knows that he’s not the one making you feel that way, as he watches you slowly start to rock your hips back and forth against Ben’s face. His hands coming up to grip onto the sides of your body as he laps away at your arousal, making a series of slurping noises as he swallows your sweet juices, a contrast to the saltiness that’s coating your tongue as you swirl it around the head of Mason’s cock. His pre-cum seeping into your mouth and mixing with your saliva before you’re breaking the suction for a second to spit the little concoction back onto his swollen head, watching it dribble down the rest of his length before you’re going back in and making this the sloppiest blowjob of his life. Spit dribbling down your chin and making its way through the canal between your boobs, some of it travelling as far as your nipples as Mase stands and watches it drip off and soak into your bedsheets - a sight he could watch a million times over as he grabs a fistful of your hair and pushes you further and further down his length in an attempt to encourage the same sight.

Mason’s practically fucking your face as you gag and splutter around him, tears trickling down your cheeks as he reaches out and captures the moment with the Polaroid camera that you’d also left out for them to use. The little photo printing itself out of the top and mirroring exactly what’s going on in front of him, letting the image replace reality as he holds it in front of you, giving himself a few seconds to admire it before your whines and whimpers cause the piece of card to slip from between his fingers and spiral onto the floor. Your orgasm approaching as you grip onto his hips to steady yourself and start grinding down against Ben’s face, desperate for a release since he’s been licking away at your core for what feels like an eternity. Pulling your mouth away from Mason’s cock to focus on what’s happening to your pussy as your eyes start rolling back into your head, a string of spit still attaching your bottom lip to the purple tip of his length, connecting the two of you in the most intimate way.

“Oh my fucking goddd” you’re whining as Ben’s lips form a suction around your clit, your orgasm building more and more with each sucking motion as you start begging him to give you what you’re dying for. The knot in your stomach on the verge of snapping just as he pulls away and denies you of that release. And you’re about to complain but he’s going back to edge you again, and then again, and then again, and fifth time lucky you’re finally cumming. Your clit palpitating against his tongue as he lays and feels you twitch against him, wanting to scream his name for the whole town to hear but Mason’s clearly got other ideas.

“Didn’t tell ya to stop, did I?” he’s saying harshly before entering your mouth again mid-orgasm. Thrusting into you and chasing his own release considering he’s now more horny than ever after seeing one of his best mates make you cum. Grunting with each thrust and getting Ben to come and watch as tears start soaking your cheeks again. Mase leaning forward to wipe them away with his thumb before he’s gripping the sides of your face and fucking your mouth at the most ridiculous speed. Your coughs and splutters egging him on as he halts against the back of your throat and releases his load, giving you no option other than to swallow as the salty fluid starts trickling down your already-stinging throat. Gulping it down with a small whimper before he’s muttering ‘good girl’ and letting you pull away to catch your breath.

“Think we should use one of these now, don’t you?” Ben’s smirking as he starts poking through the box of sex toys, pressing the buttons on a few of them to see which one looks like it will cause the most trouble once it’s in action. Settling for a pink rabbit vibrator that he then passes over to Mase for him to control with the remote, encouraging you to lay down in the middle of the bed as he gets comfy beside you. “You gonna tell her what to do, Mase?” he’s asking before attaching his lips to one of your nipples, obviously doing it on purpose because he knows you’ll hardly be able to concentrate when he’s busy sucking away at your skin.

“I’m gonna be in charge of his” he’s telling you, the tone of his voice dominating and assertive as he presses one of the buttons on the remote. Holding the vibrator up so that it’s in your line of sight and you can watch the little ears fluttering around whilst the shaft rotates in mid-air. And you’re almost cumming when you make direct eye contact with him and he pushes the tip into his mouth, soaking it with his spit before lining it up with your entrance. Holding it so that it’s just touching the outside of your hole and the vibrations are teasing you whilst he carries on giving you instructions. “And you’re gonna be wanking Ben off and telling us both all of those filthy things that go on in that dirty little mind of yours” he’s whispering, waiting for you to nod your head in response before he’s spreading your folds apart with his fingers and inserting the toy. Raising his eyebrows and signalling towards Ben as you move your hand away from your other boob and lick a stripe of saliva along your palm. Lowering it down until it’s firmly secured around Ben’s cock, and then you’re gently pumping your fist up and down. His mouth pulling away from your nipple as he moves to bury his head in the crook of your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin and littering it with tiny purple bruises.

“Oh my god” you breathe when Mase starts fiddling around with the vibrator and attaches the bunny ears either side of your clit. Messing around with the speeds as they start pulsating against your sensitive nub, sending little waves of pleasure through your body and making your legs shake uncontrollably. You’re nearly seeing stars when he looks at you and aggressively starts pressing the ‘up’ arrow on the remote, the shaft now spiralling around inside you at the most incredible speed. The head brushing against your g-spot with each rotation and making your eyes water from the intense pleasure as you grip onto the bedsheets with your free hand. Ensuring that you keep pumping away at Ben’s cock, your hand slipping up and down his length whilst his pre-cum dribbles out of the tip and runs between your fingers. Occasionally rubbing your thumb over his swollen head, loving how he breaks away from your neck to let out a little sigh before groping your other tit even harder in response.

“I’m not hearing your dirty thoughts” Mason’s growling as he threatens to increase the vibrations even more, his finger hovering above the set of buttons whilst he waits for you to open your mouth.

“I wanna squirt all over your fat cock” you’re telling him as his teeth graze over his bottom lip, one hand now stroking his own dick as he lays at the end of the bed and encourages you to carry on. “Wanna see your cum dripping out of me for days after you’ve filled my little cunt up” you whimper as he quietly moans at the thought. “Such a little cum slut, aren’t ya?” he questions as you nod your head at him. “Want Ben to put a baby in me whilst I cream all over his huge cock” you’re saying as he hums against your neck, whispering ‘I’m sure I can do that, baby girl’ in your ear, just as Mase ups the speed of the toy. A combination of the pleasure to your core and Ben’s words causing you to let out the loudest moan before you start bucking your hips towards Mason who’s now nearing another orgasm after getting an insight into your filthy mind. Your hand still frantically pumping away at Ben’s length as he grunts and groans with each movement of your palm, knowing by the scrunching up of his face that he’s close as you blurt out ‘fill my mouth up’ and provide him with another insight into your ‘lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets’ demeanour.

Sticking your tongue out for him as he gets on his knees and hovers above your mouth, tossing himself off for the last few seconds before he’s moaning at his release. Five spurts of seed landing on your tongue as you flick it over his tip to make sure that you’ve wiped away any remnants. Swirling his cum around in your mouth and humming at the saltiness before he’s leaning across you and grabbing the camera. “Open up” he’s saying as you stick your tongue out, a pool of white fluid laying on top of it as he captures the moment on a Polaroid, watching it print out of the top before he’s showing you the little photo. “Look at you, ya little whore” he’s whispering as you giggle at the photo and swirl his cum around one final time before swallowing it down and winking at him.

Tilting your head to one side to get a glimpse at Mason as he lays there nearing his orgasm, a smirk on his face when he realises that you’re watching him. The bunny ears now fluttering against your clit at the highest speed as he tries to make the two of you reach your highs in unison. Your eyes beginning to water again when Ben pushes the end of the toy even further into your pussy, the head circling over your g-spot as you writhe around and beg for a release. “I’m gonna squirt” you squeal as Mason gets up and starts pumping himself over your pussy. His warm seed firing onto your clit with a groan of ‘fuck’, sending ripples through your body and pushing you closer to your own orgasm. A broken cry leaving your mouth as your face screws up and then relaxes again when your juices go splattering over both boys who are watching you from the end of the bed. Completely soaking their abs and upper thighs before you’re squeezing your pussy again, encouraging the same thing to happen once more. Both of them smirking at the sight as you grab the camera and take a photo from your viewpoint. The little Polaroid capturing your legs spread apart and the toy stuffed inside your pussy, with water droplets coating the cocks and torsos of the boys stood before you - a photo that immediately becomes your favourite.

Moaning when Mase pulls the toy out from in between your folds, admiring his seed on the little rabbit ears before he’s holding it in your direction and waiting for you to lick it clean. Your tongue flicking over the head as you hum at the taste of your juices, refusing to break the eye contact as you lick away at the ears and clean it of Mason’s cum. Both boys almost certain that their cocks are going to explode as they stand and watch you laying there with your legs spread apart, your entrance gaping slightly from where the toy has been buried inside of you as you suck the vibrator off. Your tongue completely ridding it of any remnants of Mason’s load before you’re sitting up and placing it back on your bedside table.

“I need you inside of me” you’re saying to Ben as you reach out towards him. “I’m empty...please” you pout as you give him your best puppy dog eyes. Although it hardly takes any begging for him to give you what you want. “Get on all fours then” he instructs as he helps you get into position, Mason coming around to the head of the bed and sitting opposite you as his palm starts stroking his cock once more. Cupping your face with his free hand and letting his tongue explore your mouth, fighting with yours whilst Ben gets to work at the other end. Letting out a small grunt when he spreads your ass cheeks apart to get a better view of your pussy, your arousal coating your inner thighs with a dampened glow as he begins to smirk at the sight. Biting down on Mason’s bottom lip when you feel Ben pushing himself into your tight little hole, whimpering as your walls begin to dilate around him and you can feel every single inch of his length.

“Fuck” you’re breathing when he starts pounding into you, your ass bouncing against his abs with each thrust as he secures a firm grip on each cheek. Squeezing and slapping away at you and feeling a sense of pride when he sees a red outline of his hand starting to appear on your skin, knowing full well that you’re not going to be able to sit down for the next few days. Whimpering when Mase breaks the kiss to spit a bead of saliva onto the tip of his cock, trying to lean forward to continue exploring his mouth but he’s shuffling back to stop you. “Gotta tell daddy what you want him to do, it’s my turn next” he’s saying as you groan in desperation, dying to just have his lips pressed against yours for an extra second but instead he’s laying in front of you, tossing himself off and expecting you to talk dirty to him.

“Just want you to coat my walls with your thick cum” you cry as Ben slaps your ass once more. “Want you to stuff me full of your cum and make my pussy all swollen” you tell him as Ben looks down and admires the ring of cream that’s forming at the base of his cock. Grunting at the sight of your pearlescent liquid as he scoops a bit up with his finger and makes Mason try it in front of you. “So fucking sweet for us, ain’t ya?” he hums as he moves the cream around his mouth with his tongue, spreading it around before swallowing and throwing his head back at the taste. Looking over your shoulder to see Ben with two fingers in his mouth, sucking your treat for him off his digits and winking at you when he sees you watching. “Fucking delicious” he’s saying before spanking you once again, his thumbs now digging into your hips as he grips onto you for dear life. Telling you to look back at Mason as he starts driving into you at the most ridiculous speed, your eyes disappearing into the back of your head and your tits swinging to and fro with each movement.

“Look at daddy” Mason’s whispering as you force yourself to stare into his eyes, whining when he leans forward and cups your boobs in his hands, gently squeezing and massaging them whilst his best mate fucks you from behind. “That nice?” he’s asking as you nod your head in response. “Need to use your words, baby, tell daddy how nice that feels” he’s saying as you do your best to string an audible sentence together. “I-I jus- uggghhh fuck, so fucking go- gooddd” you scream as he starts rolling your nipples between his thumb and index finger, smiling when they harden under his touch and your arms almost give way beneath you.

“I’m gonna cum” Ben’s mumbling before drilling into you even faster, if that’s even possible. A small whimper escaping your mouth when you feel him still inside of you and the warmth of his seed shoots up your walls. Hardly giving you any chance to enjoy the feeling as he pulls out of you, the tip of his cock making a satisfying ‘pop’ noise as it’s forced out of your tight little entrance and your walls break the suction around it. “Your go, bro” he’s panting as he crawls up beside you to swap places with Mase, smirking at you before gripping onto your tits, his fingers moulding into the pink outline that Mason’s hands have left behind. Struggling to know where to focus your attention as Ben starts kneading away at your boobs, his cock standing proud before you with a little dribble of cum trailing down the shaft.

And then Mason’s slamming into you from behind as well. Eliciting a squeal when his first thrust hits your g-spot and sends a ripple of pleasure through your whole body. Your eyes disappearing into the back of your head once again as he fucks you absolutely senseless, your lips parted and breathing heavy when he takes one hand away from your hip to draw figure-of-eights on your clit. Your core practically going numb from overstimulation but the warmth of his fingers is still somehow driving you on towards your third orgasm. Your walls clenching uncontrollably around him which of course edges him closer and closer to his own release. The wetness of your pussy mixing with the pool of Ben cum that’s stuffed deep inside your cunt sounding like music to his ears as he pounds into you, the thought of fucking you whilst you’re full of another man’s seed turning him on more than ever.

“Please Mase!” you’re screaming, lifting one hand off the mattress and almost collapsing beneath him from how hard he’s fucking you. Ben stepping in to support your upper body as his hands mould into the gap under your armpits, conveniently meaning that he’s now nose to nose with you and has no option other than to kiss your swollen lips. Your free hand reaching around for Mason’s as you hold his fingers in place, knowing that it would probably kill you if he was to stop playing with your pussy, especially since you can feel that all too familiar knot starting to tighten in your tummy.

“I’m gonna cum” you’re crying, breaking Ben’s kiss as he removes one hand from under your arm and grips it around your throat instead, preventing you from moving. And fuck does he almost orgasm himself when you let out a gravelly moan into his mouth, tears threatening to escape your eyes as the pleasure in your core builds and builds. A rush of intense relief surging through your pussy when the knot inside of you eventually snaps, your walls spasming around Mason’s length as he continues frantically rubbing your clit, a second wave of pleasure hitting you when he brings you to another orgasm. “Oh my goddd” you’re screaming, your limbs turning to jelly as you fall face-down on the mattress, your body now in the speed bump position and giving Mase an even better run at chasing his own release.

“So fucking good” he’s grunting before emptying his third load inside of you, filling your pussy to the brim with his pearlescent fluid and ensuring that he holds himself still for a few seconds in order to allow his and Ben’s seeds to mix. And then he’s pulling out and it’s probably the hottest experience of all three of your lives. The Polaroid camera coming in handy once again as it captures the moment that the stream of cum starts making its way back out of your cunt, the photo printing out of the top and encouraging Ben to move from before you in order to watch this moment in the flesh. A series of whines and whimpers leaving your mouth when it runs over your clit, causing it to twitch in response to the warmth that’s spreading across your core and down either side of your thighs.

“Look at ya” Ben’s whispering, his voice being eaten by the overwhelming sense of pride that washes over him when he looks at your collapsed body, your ass still in the air and him and his best mate’s cum-concoction pooling out of your pussy - a sight that he’ll never get bored of. “You alright?” Mason’s asking once you’ve finally found the strength to roll over onto your back, your thighs glued together with the boys’ seed and only adding to the difficulty of moving with the most tired muscles and swollen pussy. “Mhm” you’re breathing, your lust-clouded brain stopping the connection between your thoughts and what leaves your mouth, giving up on trying to string a sentence together and just leaving them with a quiet mumble, enough to confirm that you’re okay, even if your weakened physical state suggests otherwise.

“One last thing” Ben’s saying as Mason comes and lays beside you, his arm draped beneath your boobs and his free hand brushing the loose curls away from your face. “Gotta clean yourself up” he’s adding, gently scooping up the trails of cum from the insides of your thighs with two fingers before extending them in your direction. Your mouth involuntarily opening and your eyes fluttering shut as the overwhelming saltiness spreads across your tongue, carefully swiping it over his fingers before he’s going back down and coating his digits with even more. Careful not to touch your semi-numb pussy too harshly because your overstimulation is evident, but he’s ensuring that every last drop is cleaned from your cunt before he’s allowing himself to settle down on your free side.

“You did so well” Ben’s complimenting, his eyes scanning over your tired body before he’s leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead, a gesture that you appreciate considering that you’re in absolute bits right now. “So did you” you’re breathing, although it hardly takes a genius to pick up on how incredible the boys were tonight going by your handprint-littered skin, tear-stained cheeks and slightly bruised lips. “Can’t believe we finally got round to doing it” Mason’s panting, the suggestion bobbing around in your group chat of three for what felt like an eternity before you finally caved and invited them over. “Good things come to those who wait” you’re smirking, your comment possibly being the biggest understatement of the year going by tonight’s activities, but it’s true, and you’re glad that you gave yourself the time to let the anticipation build up before today.

“We better head off cose we’ve got training at half eight tomorrow” Ben’s saying, eliciting a groan from Mason who genuinely can’t think of anything more anticlimactic after a night of pure bliss. “Sure you’ll be alright if we go?” he’s asking, getting his answer when you nod your head and let it fall to one side, the dark hue beneath your eyes letting them both know that you’ll be crashed out as soon as they’ve closed your front door behind them. “Thanks for tonight” you’re whispering, Ben sitting up beside you but you’re pulling him back down for a kiss, your lips lingering on his for a few seconds before you’re replacing them with Mason’s. Quietly humming at the warmth that they bring to your pink and slightly swollen lips, holding him there for a bit of added comfort before you’re reluctantly pulling away.

“Text me when you’re back, yeah?” you’re saying, watching them both agree to your question before they’re leaving you spread out on the bed to get dressed. Giggling to yourself as they poke around each other’s discarded underwear in an attempt to find their own, re-dressing themselves with the outfits that left their bodies in just a matter of seconds a couple of hours ago, this time with the addition of a few extra creases from where they’ve been neglected on the floor.

And then the front door is closing behind them. The ring echoing in your ears for a few seconds before it’s being replaced with their footsteps crunching along the gravel as they make their way back to the blacked-out Range Rover parked in the corner of your driveway. Waiting until the engine starts rumbling and the headlights fade away into the darkness of the night until you’re deciding to move. Rolling over ready to turn the lights off but you’re spotting several pieces of card laying face-down on your carpet, and you know exactly what they are before you’ve even had chance to pick them up. A tiny whimper falling from your lips as you turn them over to reveal the photos that you’ve taken tonight - all of them managing to take you right back to the second that the camera clicked and you felt a rush of adrenaline at how risky you were being taking such explicit pictures. Your eyes studying them for a few seconds before you’re retrieving your phone from your beside table and taking a photo of the Polaroid with your cream-pied pussy on display. Hitting ‘send’ and watching it arrive back in the group chat that kick-started it all. Your fingers reaching up to flick the light switch which triggers your eyes to flutter shut, the memories of tonight flooding your mind as you drift off to sleep.

Until next time, boys ;) x

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jamaisjoons · 5 years

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Birthday Smut Drabbles | knj

⏤ sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: a series of 26 smutty drabbles taking a look into the sexual side of your relationship with Namjoon // alternatively, namjoon’s a-z smut drabbles

⏤ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: namjoon x reader

⏤ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: smut

⏤ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 9k ⇥ hnnnn these are drabbles I promise

⏤ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: dom!Namjoon, sub!Reader, bratty!Reader, dirty talk, anal, blowjob, choking, collaring? (like he presents her with a choker), daddy kink, pussy slapping, exhibitionism, voyeurism, creampie, creampie eating, fingering, gagging (with a pair of panties), hair pulling, face fucking, temperature play (cold), anal play, guided masturbation, degradation, kisses, cum eating, marking, possessive!Namjoon, nipply play/torture, nipple clamps, cunnilingus, pain kink, orgasm denial, orgasm control, orgasm denial, use of safeword/safe colour, praise, double penetration, overstimulation, forced orgasms, bondage, spanking, teasing/edging, thigh riding, use of sex toys - vibrators/dildos/anal plugs, flogging/flagellation, mutual masturbation, watching porn together (they’re watching their own sextape), aftercare, this list of warnings is unholy and i’m going to hell

⏤ ᴀ/ɴ: IT’S MY BEAUTIFUL NAMU’S BIRTHDAY!!! THEREFORE HAVE THIS BEAUTIFUL LIST OF 26 DRABBLES FROM A-Z! There’s quite a variety, from longer scenes to short scenes, and some written out as short AUs and some as just descriptions! Either way, I hope you enjoyed this! unedited because I’m trash :))

⇥ this was suggested to me by the beautiful @btsracket, she has her own A-Z Namjoon Smut Drabbles so you should definitely check it out!

⇥ happiest 25th birthday to the love of my life and my soulmate Kim Namjoon. I love you to the moon and back and further beyond the farthest galaxy ღ

⟼ 𝙰 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙰𝚗𝚊𝚕:

The first time Namjoon had suggested anal, you had laughed him off. He was far too thick for you to even consider it. Yet, here you were, slightly nervous and yet groaning out his name over and over again as he fucked your ass open with his lubed fingers. That’s right, fingers. Plural.

“Hnnn— Joon- please,” you gasp out, head falling forward onto the pillow. It doesn’t help that he’s got a vibrator buried as far up your pussy as it could be. You hear your boyfriend chuckle behind you before feeling his chest pressed against your back.

“What’s that Princess? Do you want my cock?” Namjoon taunts. You’re on your knees with your back facing him and yet you can still imagine the way his lips twist in triumph.

“God yes! Please. Want your cock,” you plead, your tone laced with desperation as you start moving your hip back into his fingers.

“Beg.”

“Fuck— want your cock. Joon— please,” you whine, voice coming out breathy as he crooks his fingers inside you.

“Where do you want it, Princess?” Namjoon asks. You feel him shift behind you before crying out as you feel the vibrator reverberate between your walls even harder.

“In my ass. Fuck, want your cock in my ass. Joon, please. Please. Pleeaase,” you whine over and over again.

Namjoon pulls his fingers out of you, causing you to hiss at the sudden empty sensation in your ass. Namjoon shuffles once again before you feel his hard cock against your slit. With a shuddering moan, your thighs flex as you begin grinding your soaked cunt over his cock. His hands shoot out and grip your hips, as he uses your wetness as lube.

“Fuck you’re so wet, sweetheart. Do you really want my cock in your ass that badly?” Namjoon asks as he moves to grip his cock before pushing the lubricated head against your ass. Inadvertently, you clench your muscles, Namjoon hissing when the tight ring contracts around his head.

“Joonie, stop teasing— I need you,” you pant out before backing up against him. Your spine shivers before tending as he begins pushing into your ass. The stretch isn’t painful and he’s lubed enough that he slips in easily. In fact, at most, the sensation is foreign and only slightly uncomfortable.

“Fuckk—“ Namjoon hisses through clenched teeth, almost coming undone from how tight your ass muscles are clenching around his cock. Inch by inch, he slowly sinks into you, stretching you out for him. His fingers are tight around your hips, clenching so hard you’re sure he’s going to bruise them. When he bottoms out, he stills before falling forward and pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck.

“Are you okay Princess?” Namjoon asks. He let out a shuddering breath, never having felt anyone as deep as he is right now. Experimentally, you clench your muscles, almost cumming then and there. He feels transcendent in your ass, the pleasure only heightened by the unrelenting vibrations in your pussy.

“I’m— I’m gonna cum,” you warn. Between the vibrator and Namjoon’s fingers playing with your ass earlier, you were too tightly wound up.

“It’s okay. God, your ass is so tight I’m not gonna be too far behind you,” Namjoon grits out. Slowly, he retreats out of you and immediately, you bite the pillow to prevent yourself from screaming. Suddenly, Namjoon sinks into you, in one smooth motion. The thrust was harder than he anticipated and your thrust forward, his hips slapping against yours.

“Hnnn- oh god,” you whimper. Namjoon stills suddenly.

“Fuck! Baby are you okay? I’m sorry I didn’t— wait did you just moan?” Namjoon begins fretting before stopping. You blush lightly and bury your head further into the pillow. All of a sudden, a loud smack resonates through the air before a stinging sensation flares across your ass.

“Princess I asked you a question? Does my good little slut like getting her ass fucked?” Namjoon asks, fingers splaying across where he’d just spanked as he soothes the smarting skin.

“Yes.” You whisper quietly.

“Fuck. Okay, hold tight Princess,” is the only warning you get before Namjoon pulls out before ramming into you once again. Once again, you’re plunged forward from the force of his thrust. Letting out another moan, you begin whimpering and whining as Namjoon roughly begins fucking your ass.

He pounds into you, thrusting over and over again as deep as he can go. Uncontrollably, your pussy begins clenching and the unrelenting vibrations of the vibe and his rough thrusts has your toes beginning to curl. You can feel your orgasm approaching, your skin slowly flashing with searing pleasure. Your fingers tighten into the sheets as you begin gasping out his name over and over again.

“Joonie… please,” you finally whisper, your voice hoarse. Taking pity on your fucked out form, Namjoon’s hand moves to rub at your clit and that one single action has you hurtling over the edge.

⟼ 𝙱 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚓𝚘𝚋:

One of your most favourite things is having your boyfriend’s cock in your mouth. He’s long enough that he hits the back of your throat with ease and thick enough to cause your jaw to ache. Yet, every time you see it, your mouth instinctively waters. Hence, you find yourself on your knees, behind his desk while he goads you. His trousers are still on, only his cock out and on display.

“Do you want my cock, Princess?” Namjoon asks. One hand is on the base of his shaft as he runs the weepy head across your lips, painting them in his transparent precum.

“Please,” you whimper and Namjoon hisses when your cool breath ghosts over his warm cock. Tapping his cock against your lips twice, he beckons you to part them. You know exactly how he likes you, so you open your mouth before wrapping your lips around the end as he slowly feeds his cock down your cheeks.

Namjoon let’s out a pleasurable sigh as his head falls back. His hand moves from his shaft to the back of your head before pressing down. You gag slightly before furiously beginning to bob up your head up and down his cock. With each bob, you swirl your tongue around his shaft, tasting him wholly on your tongue. Namjoon slowly begins thrusting up into you, holding your head down as he uses your mouth for his pleasure.

“Fuck Princess, you have an amazing mouth. Gonna cum and make you swallow it all,” Namjoon says, his rhythm becoming stuttered. You feel his cock swell and throb inside your mouth and immediately know his end is near. Reaching one hand up, you sensually massage his balls, the sacks heavy and full of cum. Your spine instinctively shivers in anticipation, wanting nothing more than to taste him on your tongue.

⟼ 𝙲 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚛:

“On your knees Princess,” Namjoon’s voice carries through your shared flat from the entrance. Your eyes widen slightly, he’s just gotten home from the office and yet the dominant tone to his voice has goosebumps prickling at your skin.

Automatically, you fall to your knees in front of the sofa. They’re slightly spread and your hands instinctively find themselves behind your back: crossed at the wrists and your eyes downcast. It’s almost as if your flesh were trained to heed his order, the motion ingrained into the memory of your muscles — which of course, it was. Namjoon’s footsteps echo against the cold hardwood floor and before long, you spot the polished leather of his shoes.

“God, you’re so good for me, aren’t you Princess?” Namjoon hums. Reflexively, you square your shoulders and bite your lower lip, trying to suppress your smile as you preen under his praise.

“Mhm. I’m the best for you Joonie,” you reply, unable to hide the cheeky tone. Namjoon pets your head affectionately but doesn’t say anything. Suddenly he shifts and then the sound of crinkling fills the air.

“I have something for you,” comes the deep rumbling of his voice before you feel his hand on your chin, lifting it up. Your eyes widen slightly at the square velvet box in his hands. Namjoon holds it out to you and gently, you take the box as you stare at it curiously.

“Open it, Princess,” Namjoon urges and once again, without question, you heed his words. Gently, you pry open the box before gasping. Nestled inside the jewellery box, is the most beautiful choker you’ve ever seen. It’s incredibly fine and made up of multiple strings of metal and diamonds that glitter in the light.

“Joon— this is…” you begin before the words fall short.

“…Yours.” Namjoon supplies when you don’t continue. Your chest caves in from all the emotion you feel as you delicately trace the necklace. “I had it made especially for you. Do you like it?” He asks, nervousness dripping from his voice.

“It’s beautiful. Put it on for me?” you ask, handing the box to him. Namjoon hums before taking the choker out before haphazardly tossing the box onto the sofa. Your eyes stay trained on him, even when his fingers ghost against the column of your throat as he fastens it around you. Gasping slightly, your eyes flutter when the cold metal wraps around your neck. Once it’s safely around your neck, Namjoon’s fingers trace the necklace, fingers stopping short at the front of your neck.

“I can’t wait to wrap my hand around your pretty throat as I ruin your pussy,” Namjoon breathes out, his hand enclosing around your throat before squeezing gently — not enough to cut off your breathing, but enough to have your pussy clenching in anticipation.

⟼ 𝙳 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙳𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢:

“Who am I?” Namjoon asks as he slides the head of his cock through your dripping folds.

“Joonie-” you gasp, your cunt clenching around nothing. The ache in your pussy was gradually driving you insane. You wanted nothing more than to feel him inside you, stretching you out to the brink of pain and pleasure. Suddenly, Namjoon slaps your clit causing you to cry out as your back arches.

“That’s not who I am. Not right now,” Namjoon warns as he circles his cockhead around your clit. You whine when you feel him coat your sensitive bundle of nerves in his warm precum before he rubs it into the nub.

“Hnnn- please,” you gasp out, your hips writhing. Namjoon smirks on top of you before tracing his cock down your folds until it presses against your dripping entrance. It’s not enough pressure to sink him into you - only enough to tease you.

“Fuck! Daddy, plea-ease,” you finally manage to choke out, tears prickling at your eyes. The minute the words escape your lips, Namjoon plunges his cock into you, in one smooth motion. You cry out at the sudden motion, your eyes rolling into the back of your skull. Your walls begin smarting from the sudden, incredibly thick, intrusion as he bottoms out.

“Oh god- big,” you whimper out while your hands fist into the sheets.

“That’s right. I’m your daddy. Now, cum for daddy,” Namjoon orders as he begins a brutal pace.

⟼ 𝙴 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙴𝚡𝚑𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝:

“Do you like that Princess? Do you like him watching as I fuck you?” Namjoon asks, his voice low and rumbling against your ear.

He’s currently seated on his office chair, his cock out and buried deep into you as you face the large wall windows that face the Seoul skyline. Well, the Seoul city skyline andNamjoon’s business rival’s office. In fact, Kim Taehyung is staring directly at you, his mouth set in a firm line as he stares at both you and Namjoon. The windows are relatively close enough that you can see everything. Including the way Taehyung is discreetly trying to palm his dick through his business suit.

You’re completely naked as Namjoon bounces you on his lap, your hands playing with your tits as Namjoon rubs your clit. Your eyes are trained on Taehyung and you have no doubt he’s got the lewd image of you. You’re completely fucked out, mouth open and gasping uncontrollably as your eyelids flutter. When Taehyung grows tired of teasing himself, he shoves his hand inside his trousers and reflexively, your pussy clenches.

“Fuck, you got so tight. Are you cumming Princess? Are you gonna be good and cum for me so Taehyung knows who you belong to?” Namjoon asks. You can hear the smirk as he regards Taehyung through the glass.

“Yes!” You cry out, bouncing harder on Namjoon as you begin pinching your nipples.

“Good. Cum for me,” Namjoon orders while he harshly rolls your clit in tight circles. Immediately, you feel your skin heat, prickling with ecstasy as you’re thrown over the edge. You lose yourself in your orgasm and it’s not before long that you feel Namjoon emptying himself inside you with a low groan.

⟼ 𝙵 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜:

Namjoon’s fingers are beautiful. Long and sculpted. You never knew one could love fingers as much as you did. You love them always.

You love when he’s got them buried deep inside your pussy, stretching out your cunt in preparation for his cock. You love how he slowly fucks you open, one finger sliding into your velvet cavern and experimentally thrusting in and out. It’s not enough to make you cum and yet it is enough to tease you. Then, once he’s got you on the brink of tears, he’ll slide a second and then a third into you, almost consecutively, giving you no room to think about anything but the pleasure he wrings on your body. You love cumming around his fingers, when he crooks them against that sensitive spot inside you as he thrusts them in and out of you, refusing to stop even when oversensitivity floods your nerves.

Equally, you love just mindlessly playing with them. Whether you’re watching a film, a documentary or even a series, you love taking them between yours and feeling them. Love the way they intertwine between your smaller ones as if you’re both a perfect fit - a perfect match for each other. Like a complete jigsaw puzzle.

You think, however, that you love them most when they’re wrapped around your neck. Namjoon’s hand is large, large enough to completely enclose around your neck. With expert motion, his thumb presses against that one spot in your neck that restricts the airflow. It’s completely euphoric. The way he feels inside your arching cunt, battering your g-spot over and over again as he chokes you with his large, pretty hands.

⟼ 𝙶 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙶𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍:

“Joon! Joonie!” You scream as Namjoon fucks the entirety of his length inside of you.

“Be quiet or we’re going to get caught,” Namjoon hisses. Despite his words, however, he fucks into you even harder. The sound of skin slapping fills the air along with the squelching of your sodden cunt every time Namjoon plunges into you. You don’t even think to heed his warning as you bend yourself forward more, allowing Namjoon to hit deeper inside you.

“I said quiet, or I’m going to have to gag you,” Namjoon grits out as he spanks your ass in a warning.

“Hnnn- I’m so close,” you practically howl, your voice coming out higher than you intended it to. Namjoon tuts and then, all of a sudden, he stills and shoves your panties into your mouth. The taste of yourself is heavy on your tongue, your essence seeping from your soaked panties and into your mouth.

“I told you I’d gag you if you weren’t quiet. Now, hold still while I ruin this sweet cunt,” Namjoon says affectionately as he runs his nose along the column of your throat. Then, without any time to brace yourself, Namjoon begins impaling his cock inside your already abuse pussy as he uses you for his pleasure.

⟼ 𝙷 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝙿𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐:

Namjoon has mixed feelings about your hair. It’s beautiful, just like you. However, in the early mornings, when he wakes up with your hair in his mouth, he can’t help but hate it. He finds it everywhere. On his pillow, on the shower tiles. Hell, he’d even found it on his dick once. He has a vague idea as to how it got there, but that still doesn’t stop him feeling peculiar about finding a single strand of it and the tip of his dick.

Right now, however, he loves your hair. You’re currently on your knees, legs slightly spread and completely naked. Your thighs are slick with your arousal and your wetness oozes out of your needy cunt. The thin filmy strings drip out of your pussy and onto the hardwood floor. He has no doubt that he’ll make you lick it clean - but not right now. Right now, he’s too busy fucking his cock down your throat.

His fingers grip your hair, pulling and tugging the locks - using them as reigns - while he fucks your face. His cock is lodged deep down your throat, the silken muscle of your oesophagus encasing his cock. You’re salivating around him, practically drooling as he splits your jaw open.

⟼ 𝙸 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙸𝚌𝚢:

“Namjoon?” you ask warily.

“Patience, Princess,” Namjoon hums softly as he soothingly runs his hand up and down your ass. He shifts behind you slightly before you feel something cold brushing against the rim of your ass.

“Namjoon! Hnn-” you moan as your head falls forward to rest against the headboard. Namjoon’s cock is already buried as deep as it can go inside of you and now he’s trying to push something rounded against your ass.

“Joonie… hnnn what?” you manage to choke out, biting down on the pillow as you feel something akin to cold metal sliding into your ass and stretching you out.

“I froze the pretty little anal plug I got you,” Namjoon hums in response. Your muscles lock slightly before you feel the rest of the plug slowly slide into you. Once it’s inside, you let out a little whine. It’s incredibly cold and the mix of the heat of Namjoon’s cock in your pussy, paired with the coolness of the plug only has your nerves igniting with pleasure.

“Are you okay, Princess?” Namjoon asks and you nod into the mattress, unable to lift your head up. The rumbling of Namjoon’s chuckle reverberates above you before you let out a soft gasp as he slowly pulls out of your cunt. You feel each and every inch of his cock slide against the icy plug in your ass causing you to cry out in ecstasy.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Princess?” Namjoon asks as he switches the angle of his cock, this time entering you by pushing against the cold plug in your ass.

“Hnnng!” you whine in agreement, unable to string together a cohesive thought. Slowly, he begins fucking into you, setting a gentle pace that has him moving the cool plug inside you with each thrust. Your ass is hot against the frosty plug, slowly heating it up. Without any warning, you feel Namjoon’s cool fingers against the jewel of the plug before he begins tugging at it, pushing it in and out of you with the slightest movements.

“Joon!” you sob, curling further into yourself. Between his cock and the plug, you feel fuller than you ever have in your life - none of which is helped by the cold anal toy.

“I’m gonna fuck you real nice and slow today, Princess - and don’t worry about the plug cooling down. I have three others waiting in the freezer to prep your cute little asshole before I fuck it full of my cum,” Namjoon whispers against your ear.

⟼ 𝙹 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙹𝚎𝚛𝚔 𝙾𝚏𝚏 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜:

“Spread your legs for me, Princess,” Namjoon says from his seat on his office chair. With flushed cheeks, you spread your legs wider. You’re currently perched on his desk, Namjoon moving your feet to brace against the armrests of his chair.

“Hmm. No panties to work today, Princess? Should have expected something like this from my little slut,” Namjoon tuts as he runs his fingers through your dewy lips.

“God, and you’re so wet. Were you thinking about me during the management meeting?” Namjoon asks. One of his thumbs peels your lips apart before sliding it inside you causing you to let out a low moan.

“Mhm. Want you Joonie,” you moan while clamping your walls around his thumb. Namjoon lets out a grin, his dimples indenting before pulling his thumb out and patting your pussy.

“Not yet sweetheart. First, I want you to make yourself cum for me,” Namjoon hums before sitting back in his chair.

“Hm. We don’t have a lot of time today, I have a meeting with Taehyung in an hour and I really wanna fuck this sweet little pussy,” Namjoon mutters as he glances at his watch. “Guess you’re in luck sweetheart, I can’t tease you today,” Namjoon says. Your shoulders almost sag in relief. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to take Namjoon’s vicious teasing with how wound up you are.

“Alright, Princess. Let’s get those pretty little fingers wet. Play with your pussy for me - but don’t fuck it. I just wanna see how wet you are,” Namjoon orders. Immediately, you comply. Your fingers slowly slide through your pussy, the pads of your fingers spreading your lips as you gather your wetness. When your fingers brush against your clit, your shudder and circle it. The motion causes your eyes to flutter shut and you can’t help but press your middle finger harder into the sensitive little nub.

“Fuck yes- that looks good. Do you like playing with your clit while I watch?” Namjoon asks, his eyes trained on the way you’re slowly rolling the bundle of nerves in tight circles.

“Yessss. Can I fuck myself for you, Daddy? Wanna make myself cum,” you beg as your fingers automatically slide towards your honeyed entrance.

“Don’t be a brat sweetheart. Or I’ll make you edge yourself until my meeting with Taehyung and then leave you,” Namjoon warns. Instantly, your mouth shuts but not before whimpering at the thought of not cumming when you were already so strung up with pleasure.

“Good girl,” Namjoon praises with a kiss to your knee.

“Now, fuck that pussy open. Slowly. Wanna watch you spread your pretty little cunt.”

⟼ 𝙺 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜:

Namjoon is a dominant man. You have never once held any allusions that you’d be able to take control in the bedroom. Namjoon enjoys being dominant, enjoys being in control. In fact, he thrives on it. However, outside the bedroom, your boyfriend is probably the softest, sweetest and clumsiest man you’ve ever met. Which means, that sometimes, you can be a brat and completely get away with it - especially when kisses are involved.

“Princess,” Namjoon moans gutturally as he feels you pepper kisses on his cheeks.

“Joonie, I missed you,” you pout as you press another kiss to his dimple. As the sales director of Namjoon’s company, you’d been completely swamped with meetings and proposals from your team. Which meant, that you and Namjoon hadn’t had the chance to sneak away for your daily rendezvous.

“I missed you too sweetheart, but I have to finish this paperwork,” Namjoon sighs. Despite his words, however, his arm around your waist tightens and you can see from the lack of movement of his eyes, that he’s not reading anything.

“Come on, Joonie. I just want to spend some time with my boyfriend,” you whine as this time, you place a kiss to the corner of his lips. You feel his mouth twitch under yours and inwardly cheer in triumph. All of a sudden, Namjoon pulls you into him. You let out a surprised squeal as he perches you on his lap before taking your lips between his.

“You’re lucky I can’t resist you,” Namjoon murmurs, his lips ghosting yours.

“I love you,” you whisper back before lightly pecking him.

“I love you too,” Namjoon replies before drawing you in for another kiss.

⟼ 𝙻 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙻𝚊𝚣𝚢:

Neither your nor Namjoon work on Sundays. Thus, lazy Sunday mornings are filled with little routine habits: having brunch together, laying in your pyjamas while watching TVs, soft intimate touches and languid kisses. Your favourite habit, however, is the way Namjoon wakes you up.

“Fuck- Joonie, oh my god,” you mewl as your back arches. Namjoon currently has his head buried between your thighs, his tongue viciously lashing against your clit.

“Mmm. You’re so messy, Princess. I can taste my cum in your pretty little pussy,” Namjoon chuckles. The sound of his voice so close to your clit has your hands shooting out and carding into his hair as your eyes roll into the back of your skull.

“Please. Daddy. Please-” you gasp out, panting on top of him. Namjoon gradually eases a finger into you, groaning when he displaces some of his cum before licking up both his remnant cum and your own wetness.

“Are you gonna cum for Daddy, Princess? Gonna soak my face with your sweet cum?” Namjoon taunts before wrapping his lips around your clit and suckling harshly.

“Mhm. You eat my pussy so good, Joonie,” you reply, completely unbothered by his taunting tone. You were too far deep into your nearing orgasm to care.

“Hmm. Maybe I’ll switch it up this Sunday and make you cum on my tongue more than once,” Namjoon ponders out loud.

“Whatever you want, Joonie. Please just make me cum,” you beg, barely able to comprehend his words.

“Oh? Perhaps I will. I think you’re going to regret your words when I have you cumming over and over again, Princess,” Namjoon chuckles.

⟼ 𝙼 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜:

Namjoon leaves marks upon you as if a man possessed. His favourite spot to mark is, of course, the inside of your thigh. It’s close enough to your pussy that his hair just ghosts over your slick folds, a few of the strands teasing you until you’re dripping as he marks the inside of your thigh. It’s his spot. It doesn’t matter that it’s your body and that it belongs to you - because to him, that spot is his. He loves knowing that no matter where you go or what you wear, his mark is always upon you, signifying you as taken and most importantly his.

Recently, that mark has been fading. Hence, Namjoon finds himself between your thighs once again. You feel him suckle at the sensitive flesh, undoubtedly reviving his mark. You sigh at the pain of his teeth nipping the soft skin before humming lowly as he laves the spot with his tongue. When he nuzzles his nose into the mark before kissing it appreciatively, his hair tickles your clit and you can’t help the guttural groan that escapes your throat.

It doesn’t matter that he leaves his mark on you over and over again; as if you belong to him. It doesn’t matter, because you know you’ll leave your own mark on him. In the shape of angry long scratches down his back as he fucks you hard and raw later on - and those will mark him as yours.

⟼ 𝙽 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙽𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜:

Your boyfriend is an ass man. Sure, he loves your tits, but there’s nothing he loves more than spanking it or watching it shake as he fucks your ass from behind. Hell, there are times you catch his eyes glued onto the way your hips sway when you walk or how he openly comments about how good it looks in your jeans or skirt - though he prefers when it’s uncovered, so he can see it in all his glory - and his hands automatically wander to your ass, no matter what you’re doing. So, yes, it’s safe to say your boyfriend is an ass man.

Sometimes, however, Namjoon likes experimenting - and today, you’re experimenting with nipple play. He’s randomly come home with nipple clamps, impulsively buying them from a sex shop on his way home. Currently, they’re around your nipples and pulled tautly. The incredible pain, however, is counteracted by the pleasure you feel as he fucks you with his fingers. Running his nose along your breast, Namjoon hums before pressing a kiss against one of the clamps as he crooks his finger inside you.

“Fuck… they look so red. You have no idea how hot this looks, Princess,” Namjoon moans appreciatively before wrapping his mouth around a clamp and tugging - hard. The clamps tighten around your nipples, pinching them harder. Immediately, you cry out in pain as Namjoon hushes you, pushing his fingers deeper and running his thumb over your clit over and over again.

“What’s your colour sweetheart?” Namjoon asks, as he usually does when you both decide to experiment in the bedroom.

“Green, Joonie. It hurts - but it hurts so good,” you moan, arching your chest and pushing your tits further into his face. You feel him smirk against the skin of your chest before he presses a kiss to the side of your left breast.

“Think you can keep them on for longer?” he asks as he gently eases his fingers out of you.

“Hmm. Anything for you Daddy,” you reply. Your eyes are dark with lust, mirrored by Namjoon’s own. You see his jaw flex as he regards you quietly.

“Is that so, Princess? Anything for me,?” he repeats as he quirks an eyebrow. You take in a shuddering breath before nodding.

“Anything.” The minute the word escapes your lips, Namjoon tugs at the clamps causing you to cry out in both pain and surprise.

“Good. Because I’ve got a vibrating dildo I’ve been dying to try out on your sweet little ass. Think you can handle a bit of double penetration with the nipple clamps?” Namjoon asks, one hand smoothing over your breasts appreciatively before twisting the nipple. Once again, you howl in pain as you pussy gushes a new wave of arousal.

“Please,” you whisper quietly. Namjoon lets out a pain groans before pulling you in for a bruising kiss.

“Fuck. You’re so compliant, Princess. Daddy’s sweetest little sub. I can’t wait to ruin you tonight,” Namjoon hums. It’s going to be a long night. Your spine tingles in anticipation.

⟼ 𝙾 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙾𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚖 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕:

“Please. Please. Please. Please—“ you repeat over and over again. At this point, it’s the only word you can even think of. You’ve lost track of both the time and the amount of times Namjoon’s denied you your orgasm. You lost count after the sixth one. He’s pushed you to the edge over and over again before denying you the sweet release you craved.

“Apologise,” Namjoon grunts out, his voice dark and deep. You press the heels of your palms into your wet eyes. You’re sure they’re completely red from the amount of tears you’ve shed. They have to be from how wet both your face and pillow is.

“I- I- please!” you choke out, practically sobbing out the word. You can’t find it in yourself to string together a single coherent thought. What had you done wrong again? Namjoon turns up the vibrator that’s attached to your clit before fucking the dildo into your pussy harder causing you to howl in both pain and pleasure.

“Apologise for being a brat.” Namjoon hums lazily. Oh yes. That’s what you’d done wrong. Namjoon was usually incredibly patient with you and your bratty tendencies. Today, however, you’d pushed him too far by flirting with the cute waiter at dinner. Just because you thought he’d been paying too much attention to his new secretary.

“I’m sorry! Daddy, I’m sorry! Please I can’t,” you begin sobbing. You can feel your end nearing and from the way your thighs begin shaking, Namjoon knows. Affectionately, he presses a kiss to your knee.

“Good girl. Now cum.”

⟼ 𝙿 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙿𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎:

“Fuck- Joonie I don’t think I can-“ you shudderingly gasp out. Today is another day Namjoon wants to experiment - with nothing other than a specially made dildo. One that resembles his cock exactly.

“Shhh. You can, Princess. You’re almost there,” Namjoon soothes as he pushes his own cock into your ass, the dildo buried deep into your cunt. You’re stretched further than you’ve ever been before. Sure, you’re not new to double penetration. Namjoon loved anal far too much for this to be your first time. However, it is your first time with a dildo as thick as this. Namjoon’s cock is huge and the girth is nothing to laugh at. After several years of a very healthy sex life, you’ve grown accustomed to taking him up your cunt and after preparation, up your ass too. What you’re not used to is having two Namjoon’s buried into you.

You feel the final few inches of his cock push into your ass before he bottoms out. Instantly, you fall forward and begin panting. There’s a slight ache to both your ass and your pussy, but it’s not completely unpleasant. Experimentally, you flex your inner walls, letting out a stuttered gasp at how incredibly full you currently are.

“Fuck! Fuuuck,” Namjoon grunts out, almost coming undone. The dildo in your pussy only serves in making your ass tighter than it already was. He stills inside you once he’s in as deep as he can go before leaning over and pressing a kiss to your spine.

“Are you okay, Princess? Colour?” Namjoon asks warily when he sees the way your tense muscles twitch.

“I- orange-red. I don’t think I can,” you say lowly, feeling slightly upset at not being able to please him.

“Fuck. Okay, hold on, my love,” Namjoon says before slowly easing out of you. Once the pressure in your ass is alleviated, your muscles immediately relax before you feel Namjoon gently pulling out the dildo from your cunt. Once it’s out, you immediately collapse onto the bed and curl into yourself. Sensing something is wrong, Namjoon immediately leans down and brushes his lips against your forehead.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t-“ you begin and before you can even finish your sentence, Namjoon catches onto what’s wrong.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re always so good for me,” Namjoon begins saying as his hands run along your side in a calming manner.

“But I-“ you begin trying to argue, only causing him to shush you.

“No. ____ it’s okay. You’re so good for me, my love. I love you so much. Love the way you feel. Love that you always let us experiment. You’re so good for me,” Namjoon gently coaxes. He kisses your shoulder before sliding down your body. When he gets to your thighs, he winces at how swollen you are before gently kissing your clit and laving his tongue over your entrance soothingly.

“You’re always so good for me Princess. Letting me use your pussy and ass any way I want. It’s okay if you can’t do something. I still love you. Now, let me show you how much,” Namjoon says before diving between your thighs.

⟼ 𝚀 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛:

Although Namjoon loves to deny your orgasm as punishment, he loves overstimulating you as punishment just as much. In fact, he enjoys it so much, that sometimes he does it just because he wants to. To him, there’s nothing hotter than seeing you completely fucked out on his cock and almost blacking out from cumming over and over again because of him. That is exactly what’s happening tonight.

He’s made you cum so many times, on his cock, on his fingers and on his tongue, that you’ve completely lost track of the count. At this point, you’re quivering uncontrollably; your muscles spasming erratically.

“Namjoon,” you moan, your throat aching and voice raspy for how much you’ve screamed, sobbed and cried out his name. Some point during the night, you’d completely exhausted any of your energy reserves and now you’re lying practically catatonic as Namjoon uses your cunt as his personal cocksleeve. The sound of squelching fills the room, your pussy completely sodden with your cum. Namjoon continuously plays with your clit as he fucks into you, hair dripping with sweat and skin glistening in the light from how hard he’s plunging into you.

“Namjoon, I can’t-” you whimper as you feel him force you to another orgasm. Your walls begin clenching painfully, causing you to mewl once again.

“Last one. Cum for me one more. You look so good when you cum,” Namjoon murmurs while his fingers move with vengeance against your bundle of nerves.

“Last one?” you repeat, practically whining.

“Last one,” he promises. You can only hope he sticks to his words.

⟼ 𝚁 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚁𝚒𝚋𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚜:

“God you look beautiful,” Namjoon praises as he sits on his heels and admires his handiwork. You blush under his gaze but know there’s nothing you can do. Your hands are currently tied up against the headboard while your legs are spread eagle. The silk of the ribbon is soft against your wrists and ankles and you twist your joins in them, smiling at the ample space for movement.

“You good?” Namjoon asks, his hand trailing up and down your thigh. You nod quickly before sending him a bright, reassuringly smile.

“Hmm. They’re perfect,” you reply.

“Good. Now be a good little fucktoy and stay still while I eat your pretty little cunt - and don’t forget the rules. If you move or make a single noise, I’ll flip you over and spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit for a good week,” Namjoon warns. You swallow thickly and nod, biting your lip as you watch his disappear between your thighs.

With the first lick of his tongue up your folds, you already find yourself tugging at the ribbons around your wrists, wanting nothing more than to hold onto his hair. Feeling the motion, Namjoon’s eyes shoot toward you as he quirks an eyebrow. Immediately, you gulp and freeze. That’s the only warning you’re going to get. This time, when he disappears between your thighs, you feel his lips wrap around your clit and suck harshly. Instantly, you bite your lip - almost hard enough to draw blood - in order to suppress the moan in your throat. You were close to breaking his rules and you’d just started.

This was going to be a long night.

⟼ 𝚂 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐:

“Princess,” Namjoon says and from the clipped tone, you already know you’re in trouble. You pant heavily, the high of your orgasm still clouding your mind. “Did I give you permission to cum?” Namjoon asks and instantly your blanch, your blood running cold.

“No Daddy,” you whimper out, knowing you had to answer lest his punishment becomes harsher.

“No. I did not. Hands and knees, Princess. Daddy has to teach his little slut a lesson,” Namjoon hums as he begins manoeuvring you into position.

“Wait- Daddy, please,” you begin protesting, only to be cut off by a loud slap and the blooming of pain across the flesh of your ass has you hissing. Once again, Namjoon raises his hand before bringing it down hard against your ass. His spanks are harder, your body jerking forward with each motion as the punishing force behind each and every hit increases with every spank.

Your hips sway with each spank, moving from side to side as you try your best to evade the spank. However, with practised precision, Namjoon’s strikes land on target each and every single time. He’s spanking you with all his might and you how no doubt that when he’s done, you’d be bruised, raw and unable to sit for a few days.

⟼ 𝚃 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚁𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐:

Namjoon’s thighs are the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen or felt. They’re dangerously thick and perfectly sculpted. You love them best when they’re between your thighs and pressed against your cunt. Like they are now.

“That’s it, Princess. Use my thighs to make yourself cum,” Namjoon says. He’s currently laid back casually, hands behind his back as he watches your grind and gyrate over one of his thighs. The only catch? You’re not allowed to touch yourself. You can only get off using his thighs.

“Lemme touch my clit. Joonie! Please,” you whine as you furiously begin moving harder, dragging your clit over his smooth flesh over and over against. You’re incredibly close to cumming — if only you could play with your clit.

“Hmm. No. But I can help you,” Namjoon replies ominously. You don’t have time to ponder his words, because almost instantaneously, he begins flexing his thigh muscles. Crying out on top of him, you fall forward and use his shoulders to brace yourself. The alternating hardness and softness of his thighs against your clit has you hurtling off the edge and diving straight into your orgasm.

Your thighs shake against Namjoon’s uncontrollably as you continue riding his thighs. Namjoon refuses to leave you for even a moment, continuously flexing his muscles despite how much the action causes them to ache. When he feels his thighs grow wet with your cum he stops. The sudden loss of the sensation causes you to whine as you heavily pant on top of him.

“God, that was hot. Now on your knees.” Namjoon commands as he lightly pats your thigh.

⟼ 𝚄 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚄𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛:

Burnt umber. Those are the colour of Namjoon’s eyes. You know it. Just as much as you know the back of your hand. They’re deep and dark and hold a depth of warmth when he looks at you that you simply cannot comprehend. Most importantly, however, they hold love - love for you. Today, Namjoon has had a hectic day at work. One of his newest investors pulled out and he had to fire a long term employee after he’d found out they were embezzling from the company. It’s safe to say, he’s had an awful day.

Thus, like a good girlfriend, you choose to make his day better and therefore, you find yourself on top of him; slowly sinking up and down on his cock as you fuck sensually. His fingers are sprawled halfway between your hips and back, clutching your body tight as he stares deeply into your eyes. With each movement of your writhing hips, you feel yourself draw closer and closer to the precipice of your incoming orgasm. Unlike your usual rough and hard pace - this time it’s slow and sensuous. You want nothing more than to feel your boyfriend and pour out every bit of love you have for him.

“Are you cumming, my love?” Namjoon asks as he shifts forward and nuzzles his nose against you. He’s panting below you, his warm breath fanning against your lips. He’s close. You can feel it in the way he throbs inside you, his cock pulsing rhythmically.

“Mhm-“ is the only answer you give as you hum on top of him, your hips swivelling slightly faster. Dark, burnt umber pools stare into your own and you find yourself lost in the depths.

“Cum for me, my love. Wanna feel every part of you,” Namjoon breathes out. His face is close to yours, so close in fact that with each of his words, his lips brush against yours in soft kisses.

He moves one hand between your bodies, pressing the soft pads of his fingers against your clit as he languidly begins strumming the hardened nub. The action has your fingernails digging into his shoulders and moments later, you’re pushed over the edge as you cum - Namjoon not far behind you once he feels your walls milk his shaft.

You both cum together, basking in the feel of your post-orgasmic haze. The entire time, your eyes stay glued together, almost as if they’re drawn to each other like magnets. You don’t think you’ve ever felt closer to him.

You find your home in burnt umber.

⟼ 𝚅 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚅𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛:

Namjoon loves incorporating sex toys into your sex life. However, today, he’s picked up a nifty little device. A g-spot vibrator. When he’d first presented the toy to you, you’d laughed it off. It was thin and slightly curved but all in all just looked like a gag gift. Now, however, with it buried deep inside you and rhythmically pulsing as Namjoon fucks it against your g-spot while suckling on your clit, you know better. This was probably your favourite toy of all time.

“Fuck- Namjoon! Something’s wrong,” you reply. You can feel your orgasm approaching, however, it’s different this time. The sensations are mostly the same: your skin prickling with goosebumps, your toes curling and the knot in your stomach tightening and loosening uncontrollably. However, you also have the sudden urge to pee.

“What’s wrong?” Namjoon asks, his voice muffled by your pussy. The vibrations only add to your overwhelming pleasure and you cry out his name while arching your back.

“I- I need to pee,” you answer before futilely pushing against his head as you try to get him away from your pussy. Namjoon, however, only chuckles.

“You’re not going to pee, you’re going to squirt. It’s okay, Princess. Let go,” Namjoon hums before lashing his tongue against your clit and thrusting the vibrator faster into you. Heeding his words, you decide to trust him and let go of the final restraint holding you black.

Almost immediately, you practically blackout as white spots fill your vision. You cum harder than you thought possible, your thighs growing increasingly wet with each and every gush of your pussy. Your thighs quake uncontrollably as pleasure washes over you and soon you find yourself lost in your euphoric haze.

⟼ 𝚆 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚜:

“Fuck, your ass is so pretty like this,” Namjoon admires as he runs his fingers along the welts on your ass. You hiss when his cool fingers touch the hot, angry red marks on your skin.

“Namjoon- more,” you beg, pushing your ass out against his hand. Namjoon chuckles, his chest rumbling around you before his fingers press against the jewel of the plug nestled in your ass.

“Does my good little slut like getting flogged while he ass is stuffed?” Namjoon asks before he grips the plug and slowly tugs at it. It’s not enough pressure to pull it out, but it is enough to disturb it inside you and light your nerves on fire.

“Fuck- yes Daddy. I love having my ass stuffed while you whip me,” you reply, once again pushing your ass towards him. Suddenly, he whips the riding crop against your ass again.

You let out a high pitched yelp at the sudden motion before hissing. Spanking was one of your favourite punishments. However, it brought you nowhere near the pleasure the riding crop did. The leather tassels are soft and yet unforgiving, leaving welts in their wake. The nature of the crop means that the pain is concentrated in a few small places, but with the way Namjoon whips your ass, changing position each time, your entire ass flares with a stinging pain that you just can’t get enough of.

“Hmm. Then, I shouldn’t keep my Princess waiting. How do ten more lashes sound?” Namjoon asks.

“Hmmm. I think you could do better,” you cheekily taunt. Your words cause Namjoon to whip you once more, this time just at the top of your thighs. Instantly, you hiss through clenched teeth.

“Guess you want to be a brat today. As you wish - but don’t complain to me when your ass is bruised tomorrow.”

⟼ 𝚇 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚇𝚇𝚇:

The sound of your moans echoes from the speakers of your laptop, Namjoon’s own grunts thrown into the mix. When Namjoon had suggested creating a sex tape, you had imagined he’d wanted it for himself, for when you weren’t around to satisfy him. Never once had you imagined that he’d ask to watch it with you as you both got each other off.

Both you and your boyfriend are currently naked on the sofa, your thigh is thrown over his as he fucks his fingers into your pussy while your own hand works itself up and down the length of his cock. Your gazes are transfixed onto your laptop, watching as Namjoon pounds into your cunt over and over again, the camera up close to your pussy. You had the perfect view of his incredibly thick girth stretching out your pussy as he fucked you open.

“God, you see that? I can never get enough of watching your pretty little pussy stretched out for my cock,” Namjoon grunts, curling his fingers inside your cunt as he searches for your g-spot. When you moan, your thigh quivering on top of his, he knows he’s found it.

“Yeah, Daddy? You like ruining my pussy so that no one other than you can use it?” you reply, your voice dripping with innocence despite the way you rhythmically squeeze his shaft.

“Fuck you’re a sin. Can’t wait to make you cum so I can fuck open that pretty little pussy and watch my cum drip out. You’re mine,” Namjoon groans throatily.

“I’m yours?” you ask cheekily while running your thumb against his weepy cockhead.

“You’re mine.” Namjoon repeats, his tone final.

“Prove it,” you taunt. Easily taking the bait, Namjoon yanks his fingers out of you before flipping onto your knees.

Then, without warning, he sinks into you.

⟼ 𝚈 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜:

Your boyfriend is the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. Sometimes, you wonder why he loves you or why, after all these years, he chose you and not someone else. Someone more on his level. He was a masterpiece, a beautiful work of art and anyone would be lucky to have him.

However, seeing him right here, right now, completely fucked out as you slowly ride his cock, you know you could never give him up to anyone else. Your thighs flex as you ride him, fucking yourself on his cock. Your hands are braced against his hardened, sculpted chest and usually, you’d admire his beautifully carved pecs. Right now, however, you’re far too consumed but how incredibly intoxicating he looks.

His face is crumpled in pleasure, eyes screwed shut and plush lips wide open as he gasps and pants out your name over and over again. His cheeks are slightly flushed and his hair is matted with sweat. He’s never looked more beautiful. You’re convinced of this. Your eyes stay trained on his face as you swivel your hips. Namjoon groans and you find yourself drowning into the sound.

Yes. Namjoon could have anyone he wanted. But he wants you.

He’s yours.

⟼ 𝚉 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚉𝚉𝚉𝚜:

“Fuck, I’m cumming,” Namjoon grunts lowly in your ear.

“Cum Joonie. Cum for me; wanna feel you fill me up,” you urge and despite just coming down from your own orgasm, you clench your inner walls. Namjoon lets out a soft moan before stutteringly fucking his cock into you. When the milking of your cunt gets too much, he stills, his muscles locking above you. Then, with a small roar, he howls out your name before his cock begins pulsing, shooting rope after rope of cum into you.

The both of you pant heavily before Namjoon sluggishly rolls off you. You lay quietly in the dark of the night, staring up at the ceiling for what feels like forever. Eventually, the bed shifts and you hear Namjoon pad across your bedroom and into the bathroom. Eyes heavy with sleep, you already feel exhaustion grip at your bones. Before long, your boyfriend returns.

“Spread your thighs, love. I need to clean you up,” Namjoon says. Your heart lurches in your chest at the sweetness of your boyfriend before lazily complying.

With a damp cloth, Namjoon gently begins wiping your messy pussy before swiping the cloth against your thighs. When he deems you sufficiently clean, he places a soft kiss against your clit. Your lips languidly curl into a smile and then he disappears into the bathroom once again. Moments later, he returns, crawling back into bed and reaching out for you. The second his skin touches yours, you find yourself curling into him before relaxing into his hold.

“I love you,” Namjoon murmurs against your hair, his lips brushing against your forehead. Your smile widens and you snuggle further into him. Your head is pressed against his hard chest and you can hear the rhythmic beating of his heart. The sound of his heartbeat paired with the way his hands lazily trace up and down your side, slowly has you lulling into sleep.

“I love you too,” you reply and then, after pressing a soft kiss against his chest, you finally let yourself fall asleep.

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Green vs Blue

((A duel with the Emerald Weapon.

Of course, contains Sorin ( @aetherstitch ) again. :3 Content warning for Runya being quite violent against other Weapons.))

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The seas spooled out below and behind them, as Runya sent Blue skimming just over the wavetops towards Castrum Marinum.

“Hmmm.” He had been relishing the sensation of sheer power his own Weapon humming through the throttles and the controls in his hands and even through the seat he was firmly planted in...but the closer they got to the Castrum, the more concerned he got. He half-expected it to startle him like the Sapphire Weapon had, particularly if this one was indeed aquatic like the last was...

{Not there yet.} Whether Blue was talking about the Castrum or the Emerald Weapon, he wasn’t sure, but the distinction didn’t matter much. {Close. But not there.}

His sharp-eyed gaze caught the tips of the spires of Castrum Marinum, surely enough. “And you’re very right about that. But--”

{Aha.} The interruption splashed across all other thought, cutting him off. {There.}

And he suddenly pulled almost straight up, accelerating with a roar of thrusters as their emerald enemy rose from the sea below them with a hissing rush of seawater.

“I’ve been expecting you, IXth Legion’s pet!”

Runya was, for the moment, incredibly tempted to simply whip Blue around, shoot the damned thing, and be done with it. Yes, this one was supposedly more finished than the last and might very well stonewall him, but he was always quite willing to take advantage of someone’s monologuing to stab them in the back. Or the face, as it were. Yet...

(”I don’t understand what drives them. Why they can’t do the same thing you did. If they’re really in too deep with the Empire or if this is all a part of some plan.”)

Sorin had had a point, in the brief discussion they had before taking off to their respective Castrums. And now that the possibility had taken root in Runya’s mind, he was, for once, willing to go against his better judgement and indulge the boy.

He clicked open his own communications--his ears set right back when Baelsar’s face filled the far corner-screen, but the closer one filled with the Au Ra boy’s that he had been expecting. And Runya just smiled, giving him a cheeky wave. “Well, good afternoon to you. Though I’m afraid it’s ex-IXth Legion’s pet these days.”

“Yeah, we knew that already.” The Au Ra’s eyes narrowed. “But it doesn’t matter, does it?”

Runya shrugged one shoulder. “It doesn’t, you’re quite right. Unless your goal,” he added thoughtfully, “was to just finish taking out the IXth’s main Weapon for the sake of whoever your masters are now. Civil war and all.”

The Au Ra chuffed, smirking. “Well, cat, you have that one all wrong.”

Runya’s smile sent the smirk right back off the other man’s face. (The insult had barely even registered.) “Oh? Do I? Come now, it’s only sporting to spout off our master plans before a grueling duel. Or during it, as the case may be--”

He suddenly shot right at the hovering Emerald Weapon’s torso, the aether beam hissing viciously through the air...and through more air as the Weapon split in two, letting the attack pass harmlessly by before the halves casually reattached to one another.

“I’m here to stop you, and to stop Father with the power we wield, nothing else!” The Au Ra boy apparently wasn’t going to fall for it, and so Runya internally discarded the possibility of picking his brains in favor of falling into his own bloodlust with a deep and unpleasant chuckle. He said but one thing before closing communications entirely.

“If you insist.”

A nasty trick, that separation, but Runya had seen it and so when the boy tried it again, he made a beeline for the top half, Blue’s heavy jaws closing on the thing’s head with a rending screech of metal on metal. The momentum carried them into the ocean, but the booming splash did little to disentangle them and Blue crunched down even harder on the Emerald Weapon’s armor, crushing it bit by bit...

And then he got shot, from multiple directions, from strange little floating hand-constructs that Runya had, frankly, failed to notice, as had Blue.

And the reptilian Weapon yelped in Runya’s mind, the pain jabbing both of them in the ribs and making them let go. Despite the opportunity, however, Runya and Blue made no move to go to the surface; in the water, they were just as dangerous if not more, and Blue twisted back on himself and arced at ramming speed into the other Weapon. The hands of course shot again but this time Blue twisted to catch the worst of it on his thicker armor, and he ripped strips of green off of the Emerald Weapon in this close proximity--

Yes, yes. Runya wanted to not just kill it. Runya wanted to rip it apart. It was the only message these children would understand, written in a language of violence.

The Emerald Weapon quickly rose, though, soaring up out of the water, and Blue rushed after it and burst through the surface and his jaws closed on one of his foe’s massive pauldrons, rending it to uselessness. Before he could really do much about the pilot, however, he was thrown back and the Emerald Weapon glowed...

“Ah, I should have assumed he would do that nonsense. Just like the others.” Runya clicked his tongue, his body aching from the twisting and turning and speed, but still all but vibrating in anticipation (and with the rush of sheer power that Blue gave him--it exceeded anything this half-broken form was capable of and of course he could practically get drunk on it). “Oversoul, I take it. I wonder who--”

The gleaming golden form that appeared, hologram-like, in front of the Emerald Weapon, quickly answered that question. And Runya actually cackled, the noise half-mad in the confined space of the cockpit (in a way that left Blue slightly taken aback, his thoughts receding slightly from Runya’s). “Oh, you brought me a present? You shouldn’t have, boy!”

Gaius himself. He had realized full well that they had his data, more likely than not, but to have the Weapon bearing it coming to him so soon? He would almost wonder if it was fate, if he believed in such things. As it was, the sight did little to abate the urge to really push Blue to his limits, to really show them what destruction they were both capable of--

Even as their surroundings warped and shimmered and turned into a literal battlefield--complete with burning homes and shattered landscape--Runya dug deep in a way he hadn’t with the Sapphire Weapon and when his mind resurfaced and his eyes snapped back open, they glimmered molten gold that flowed through the aetherial markings etched into his flesh, sending a surge of aether (Blue’s aether) through his whole form. He felt every breath, every rush of air past Blue as if it was his, and when they flew at screaming speed at their now-multi-bladed opponent, all Runya could do was laugh in a way a bit too close to madness.

“Come, come, show me what the VIIth’s vaunted Weapons are really capable of!” he snarled, and though the Emerald Weapon tried to dodge, Blue twisted in the same direction and slammed it, raising his head and snapping one of the golden blades right out of the air--crushing it with a single flex of his jaws. “Pathetic! Just like your father, pathetic!”

The Black Wolf’s gleaming form reappeared, darting from the top of the Emerald Weapon’s head and swinging the aetherial gunblade right for Blue’s eyes, but it wasn’t enough and Blue, too, snapped that construct to pieces and then seized the Wolf’s construct itself, jaws closing like a steel trap on its torso. Of course it struggled and Runya felt it between his teeth like a wriggling fish but he just clenched his jaw tighter and thrashed his head, Blue thrashing the golden form in time and with the same savage ferocity. Once, twice, thrice.

(Let the real Gaius watch. Let the real Gaius feel full well the fear that Blue and his pilot’s presence should inspire.)

“Don’t try to get Daddy to save you,” he chuckled, baring his Miqo’te fangs as the construct finally died and Blue turned his attention to another of those damnable arms attempting to carve pieces out of them both. “You and your siblings wanted to face me, so face me!”

He crushed one arm and his tail-claws caught another; a third met its end under one heavy-clawed footpaw.

“Show me what you’re really made of!”

One of the floating blades scythed down at his neck but Blue just pulled the protective scales in close and twisted again, the edge screeching down the metal and embedding into the earth instead.

“Is this really all you have, boy?!”

He almost thought--or maybe just hopefully fancied--that he saw fear on the Emerald Weapon’s metal countenance right before Blue caught the final blade with his tail and then crashed his jaws shut over the enemy machine’s head.

“Is this the vaunted VIIth Legion’s third Weapon?!”

Of course, the Emerald Weapon fought back; it did its level best to pry Blue off while slamming shot after shot into Blue’s chest, but Blue just growled and grappled with his foreclaws with the cannon. Or cannons, plural, but either way, the sharp things carved into metal and machinery and rendered them useless. Now, Blue brought his heavier hind-claws into play, kicking and reaving into the other Weapon while it struggled in vain to get out of his grasp.

As entertaining as it was to grind that maggot to paste in his jaws, however, Runya wasn’t going to wait on the metaphorical mouse he was playing with to bite him again. And so something deep in Blue’s throat started to glow, shimmering out between the heavy scale-like plates protecting it.

“I find you and your family...lacking.”

The glow intensified, brilliant blue and vicious, and with a single thought from Runya, it shaped itself into a beam and shot through the Emerald Weapon from crown to base with a rending crack of air and overheated metal.

Finally, it stopped moving. It even stopped hovering, collapsing in on itself, the illusion dissipating just in time for the shallows of the sea below to swallow it whole.

Blue roared in defiance, and though the battle-high and the Resonance high had receded and left him shivering for an entirely different reason now...Runya smiled, and laughed right along with him.

He had taken care of the IXth Legion’s leader and his hateful daughters, but that would never be enough. He would start with the VIIth...and keep going until the Empire had been eradicated, root and branch and rotten fruit.

All of them would burn. But the VIIth Legion’s Weapons and its pilots would be first.

#; writing #5.4 spoilers #spoilers #; Of Gold Eyes and Green (Sorin)

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bobbiejelly · 4 years

Link

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25033117/chapters/60623164

Author's Note:

Welcome to Chapter 1 here, the story, the Meredith Grey/Addison Montgomery College Library AU that nobody asked for.

Also, I've never been to Hanover, or Dartmouth, and I think it's nice, actually. It's just the self-deprecating sentiment that everyone feels about their own College that I'm expressing here. About my own College. But this is really not about me at all...

Enjoy!

bobbiejelly

@bobbiejelly

Meredith Grey/Addison Montgomery: A Learning Library

Libraries. Textbooks. Inappropriate flirting & sarcasms. Also, Meredith Grey sucks at studying, Addison Montgomery helps.

Chapter 1: Hanover Is Some High-Key Bullshit

Hanover is where Dartmouth College is, if you didn't catch that part and were gonna look it up like I did the first time.

Meredith Grey sucks at studying.

She knows she probably shouldn't, but she totally does and she hates it.

Meredith is THE ELLIS GREY'S DAUGHTER for chrissakes.

And she sucks at studying.

And she hates it.

Even though she really shouldn't.

So she's in the library now, the Dartmouth University library to be precise. She's doing her undergrad here or whatever and she's switching majors again because she sucks at studying again and she really shouldn't

Meredith knows she's a disappointment to her mother. And probably to her father even though she hasn't seen him (Thatcher Grey?) since she was five.

Meredith wishes she didn't have to have an imaginary question mark after her daddy's name like that but she's always sort-of wondered why Dr. Richard Webber's been over to her house more than her father has and she's had a sinking suspicion that he could have been actually her real dad.

So she has daddy issues. So she has mommy issues. So a lot of things...!

Ugh. Meredith Grey freaking hates studying.

She wants to be a doctor, but she's more interested in 'playing doctor,' (oops!), with every attractive person, guy or girl or otherwise, that seems to cross her path while she's shooting tequila at the campus bar.

Meredith Grey at 21-and-a-half feels strikingly liberated that she's allowed to drink legally now.

(I mean, not that she did before then. Jokes. She has since she was… Meredith doesn't want to admit that part even in her own head. Sorry, Ellis. Sorry, Thatcher. Sorry, Richard…).

So now Meredith is sitting in the library wishing she had some tequila or hot people or both even though this is a study hall and NOT a bar.

But she thinks that some people call College a place for 'experimentation,' and really now, Meredith likes experiments. Okay, she likes 'experimenting,'. With people. With her pants off. Not like, scientifically speaking.

Right.

Because Meredith sucks at Science, and sucks at Math, and sucks at English, and sucks at History, and doesn't speak French even though she sometimes pretends to.

(Mais non!).

And she's sort-of falling asleep on her textbook now because it's comfy and at least that parts good about this Gray's Anatomy textbook that literally costs more than her first month's rent here.

Bastards.

(The textbook companies, that is).

Meredith Grey might have had a really freakin' awesome nap, too.

She might have slept there so she could save up her energy for sleeping with people later that evening (people!? Yeah. people. Plural. Meredith Grey is the first person who might have called herself a whore, even if she'd never let other people call her that to her face. She has some standards, even if she'd jokingly say she's a slut and know she's not really being all that wrong).

"You can't sleep here," a voice deadpans.

But Meredith Grey, at 21, can't keep sleeping right freaking' here in the Dartmouth University Library in some high-key-bullshit Hanover because someone keeps waking her.

"You can't sleep here," a voice deadpans again.

And she's sort of upset about that until she looks up and she realizes she couldn't be at all more pleased…

"You can't sleep here," a voice deadpans for the third time.

This time, Meredith Grey acknowledges the super hot and tall and leggy and fabulous redheaded woman saying this to her sternly and she's as wide awake as she's ever been in her entire life.

"Sorry," Meredith mumbles, her head still resting on her pillow-erm-textbook.

"You don't have to apologize to me. I'm not working here. I just don't want you to get in trouble," says the voice. The very low and gravelly voice. The voice that makes Meredith's knees shake which she tries to hide under the table.

"Oh," says Meredith, suddenly confused as to why this enigmatic voice is now talking to her.

"They're really strict here about it. I've only been here for a month and I've been yelled at six times," says the voice. The very lusty voice. Which Meredith doesn't fail to notice (ever!).

"Wait, a month? It's November. Why are you only here in November?" Says Meredith.

"I'm on an exchange," the voice- well, the person with the nice voice- shrugs.

"Where are you from?" Meredith asks her.

"Connecticut," says the hot girl.

"Are you on an exchange from the University of Mansfield?" Asks Meredith.

"Oh, no. I go to Yale. I'm just here on exchange," says the person who is apparently from Connecticut but doesn't go to school in Connecticut.

"Why?" Meredith asks her, then realizes it's lame, then she can't take it back because the person starts answering her lame question.

"Because my brother goes there. And I didn't want to follow him. Because he's older and he never lets me forget that," says the woman who apparently is not an only-child like Meredith.

"I don't have any siblings," says Meredith. Then she realizes this is probably dismissive then she continues to cover herself up... "I get why you'd wanna go somewhere else though. So you can be the 'nice girl from somewhere else,' that's why I'm here at least. I'm following in my mother's shadow, so I'm running away from it. Or her. Or them?" Says Meredith with a quirk of her eyebrow at herself.

"Who's your mother?" The voice-person asks her and then takes it back.

"Who's your brother?" Meredith challenges her and the person backs down immediately.

"Are you gonna tell me about the six times you got yelled at in a library or are you not?" Meredith switches the subject.

"Are you gonna tell me why you're sleeping on Gray's Anatomy?" Asks the woman, pointing to her stupidly-expensive pillow/textbook.

"Depends," says Meredith.

"On what?" Says the pretty girl.

"On… A lot of things…" Meredith says cryptically.

"What? A lot of things?" Says the unknown person.

"Yeah, like don't you want to live your life not wishing you 'should have… a lot of things?' But that you didn't?" Says Meredith.

Meredith knows she's won when the woman drops her stern-looking facade and meets her own bright-blue eyes with her bright-green ones.

"Maybe?" She replies.

"Trust me. You wanna be a person who does and says 'a lot of things,' instead of regretting them," says Meredith.

"Trust you? Ha! I just met you!" Says the person who has really really really red lipstick Meredith just notices.

"Isn't College about learning a whole new lot of things?" Says Meredith, smirking without even taking her head off of her Gray's Anatomy.

"So you wanna teach me 'a whole lot of things,' and you're what? 23?" The mystery woman guesses.

"21. And a half. And besides, you look like you'd be the best sort of student," Meredith insinuates roughly because she doesn't reserve her flirtations for only the bar.

"You know I'm a TA right?" Says the random person who seems to be seductively biting her lips at her right now. She looks tempted. And that's more than enough for Meredith Grey to keep talking to her just like this.

"In what?" Asks Meredith sickly-sweetly.

"Biology," the person deadpans. "I want to research genetics," she says proudly.

"I can teach you about human anatomy," Meredith says with a very crooked smile.

"As you sleep on your Henry Gray textbook?" The person quips back with her own crooked smile that Meredith matches easily.

"What if I'd already memorized it?" Says Meredith boldly.

"Ha! You looked completely panicked ten minutes ago!" Says the person who now thinks that she's got the upper hand.

"Ha! You've been watching me since way longer than ten minutes ago!" Meredith smirks easily.

"You were falling asleep in a library and I just wanted to warn you about the bitter librarians. I was doing a public service announcement," says the woman who is clearly not new at all this.

"What do you care about me? You should hate me! I'm your rival university you know!" Says Meredith.

"I don't hate you," says the person who looks like she could actually like her more than she currently pretends to.

"You wanna show me just how much?" Meredith says forewardly.

"You do look like you could use a hand with that Chemistry lesson," says the person, now flirtatiously.

"Who are you?" Meredith finally questions.

"Dr. Montgomery," says the fiery-headed-woman.

"Are you already a Doctor?" Meredith smirks.

"Almost," says the Almost-Doctor Montgomery.

"I'm gonna be a doctor someday too," says Meredith, as she reaches out without moving up from her chair to feel the other woman's black fur coat.

"Are you now?" Says 'Dr. Montgomery.'

"Yeah-huh," says Meredith.

"Who are you then?" Maybe-soon-to-be-Dr. Montgomery asks her.

"If I tell you that I'm never going to sleep with you ever," Meredith deadpans.

"Never mind then," says the very attractive not-quite-a-doctor.

"That's what I thought," says Meredith with a sly grin.

"Do you wanna get out of here then or what, or I don't know?" Says Meredith's new hookup already secured for the night.

"I don't know. You say that librarians yell when people sleep on the tables. Do they care what they do in the pravate study rooms?" Meredith says evily.

"WE'RE NOT GOING TO DO IT IN A STUDY ROOM!?" Says the woman with a look of shock, alarm, and also interest (that she's trying rather unsuccessfully to hide from this stranger).

Meredith raises one eyebrow up and down with a glint in her eye as she moves for the first time since meeting Miss Montgomery as she leans into her ear to whisper:

"Shh. You can't be yelling here about shit like that. We're in a library you know…" Before pulling away before the woman can react or reply.

"B-but-?" The lady Montgomery stutters and tries to regain her composure but she's all but lost this whole battle and war.

"It's okay. If you don't wanna screw in public I get that. You can just take me home with you if it would help you sleep better at night," Meredith snarks as she shrugs her shoulders.

A billion emotions play across Montgomery's face as she studies Meredith's proposition and self-invitation in her mind over and over again in ten seconds.

"Are you ever going to tell me what your name is?" Asks the biology college TA, not from Hanover.

"As I said, not if you wanna be fucking me," says Meredith easily.

"Fine. But I'm calling you 'Gray,' because that's what your textbook says," says Montgomery.

Meredith laughs internally at the obvious irony of this person calling her by a homonym of her own name unknowingly but she doesn't show it so she doesn't give that away. Instead, she just turns up her Meredith-charm and dials it up to the maximum. She knows she's getting laid tonight. And she wants this girl to know that as well (not that she doesn't, but she wants to insist on it. Meredith likes to be persistent).

"You can call me whatever you want while you're screaming it out from the rooftops," says Meredith with a smug expression that the woman can't place right now.

"We're not doing it on my roof, either, I have neighbors," the lady deadpans.

"Oh, they're going to hear you scream out either way," says Meredith who is surprisingly confident at 21 about her abilities (being promiscuous can do that, she guesses).

"I am going to regret this in the morning?" The woman starts to state but then her voice perks upwards in a question.

"Not as much as you'll regret not doing this. I have a reputation around here. You're not my only option Montgomery. So take or leave it. Or leave me to my nap," Meredith says tauntingly.

Addison Montgomery considers her options for a moment, and then she finally smiles and places her hand on this so-far-nameless woman's shoulder. "I'm driving. We're leaving. Pack up all this stuff," she says as she licks her lips once more and swallows hard. She knows she's destined to do great things in her lifetime.

And this pretty blonde woman is most definitely one of them. Or at least, Addison will go to the grave convincing herself that. She doesn't want to have any regrets about her time on this brief inter-university exchange. Besides, it's Bizzy and The Captain's money anyway.

And now, with this probably wonderful girl, she's going to beat her brother, Archer, for who's gotten the greatest lay in an instant.

This was the alternate summary, but it has spoilers. So I'm showing it last.

In which Meredith Grey is still in undergrad, and Addison Montgomery is not her TA- but she is a Dartmouth University visiting college TA (because she's smart). And of course, Meredith Grey totally likes that- the TA part- (a whole lot!). OR: They already met in Hanover, before Derek, and before Mark.

Did you catch my parodies to two other classic MerAdd work summaries in my work summary? If so, please share the meddison love and tell me how clever you are in the comments :D.

***** END OF CHAPTER 1

Read the rest here, on Ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25033117/chapters/60623164

Thanks, from bobbiejelly !

See you in the comments :D

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sandersidess · 5 years

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Familia: Logan

Family noun

fam·i·ly | \ ˈfam-lē, ˈfa-mə-\

plural families

2: a group of individuals living under one roof and usually under one head : HOUSEHOLD

tw: homophobia, sexual talk?, fighting, ask to tag

Characters: Logan, Virgil

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He did not like altercations. He did not like to fight physically. He did not like causing scenes. He hated even speaking with people who have one brain cell and it still seems to be on break. He hated illogical people. He hated bullies. He hated people who were rude for absolutely no reason.

He hated arguing with idiots and having to turn to violence.

He hated when such idiot tries to mess with his friend (or friends) and think they can get away with it.

He hated those with big egos but small dick energy.

He loathed ignorant, arrogant, rude people.

He loathed even having to lay a finger on them because he does not think it is worth it.

That’s what he has to do sometimes, otherwise, what else is he to do?

He pants and still has his hands clenched into fists, now bruised and almost having some blood deep out. He stares down at the brute who dared to lay a finger on his best friend, who dared to even insult him. Logan was still in fighting position, ignoring the crowd of people around him. He was an adult, having to get into a high-school-like fight in college. The crowd just murmur, some trying to explain to latecomers what had happened.

What had happened for there to be a physical altercation?

***

Well, his dear friend, Virgil, decided to wear a skirt with his favorite band shirt. Along with the outfit, he had high-waisted fishnet stockings and combat boots, his makeup being something dark but vibrant with the added purple lipstick and subtle highlight. All in all, Virgil felt good that day and Logan just smiled at seeing his best friend confident. They walked to their class that they had together, talking about an upcoming test when a certain asshole glares at Virgil.

“What the hell? Are you some fucking bitch or what? Why the hell is a man dressing like a sissy?”

They both stop and while Virgil did his best to control his shaking, he held onto Logan’s elbow. He could feel Logan tense under him, could feel Logan holding himself back.

“Lo, it’s not worth it,” Virgil whispers, wanting to just leave, “Let's go to class or we’ll be late.”

“Yeah, listen to your pussy ass bitch. Fucking fags,” The guy growls and spits at the ground.

“How fragile are you to have to go down so low?” Logan asks, his voice dark and turns to look at him, “Is seeing such so haunting to you? Does your ego feel better? Has your little dick grown an inch or more?”

“What the fuck you say to me?”

“Logan, let's go. Now-“

“Shut up, pussy!” The guy shoves Virgil down, getting into Logan’s face.

Logan was not athletic at all. He wasn’t buff like this guy, he was pretty lanky compared to him. He worked out four times a week, but nothing too extreme. He had some muscle, and he likes to think he has some strength like his other friend, Roman. The one thing he did have was height, and he beat this guy by a few inches. Logan can feel him getting close to it, and he feels disgusted just getting a scent of his over-sprayed cologne. Logan doesn’t do anything, just standing there.

“I said,” Logan starts and clicks his tongue, “Has your dick grown an inch or more? From the looks of it, you’re just a pathetic scum who had daddy pay your way into school. Football, I assume? Failing grades? Trash and a bad name to such university,” He chuckles breathlessly, not caring for the growl emitted, “I don’t have time to deal with such immaturity and obviously someone who gets off bringing others down. This isn’t a high school, this is college. There is no place for such homophobia and blatant bigotry allowed here. Act like an adult and use whatever brain you have left. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a class to get to.”

He was about to step away when the collar of his shirt was grabbed, and he stares at the hand and then at the face. A crowd started gathering, and there were murmurs.

“You cock sucking bit-“

“Oh yeah. I love sucking cocking,” Logan smirks at his taunt, “I take your dad’s down every single night.”

That got a punch in response, causing Logan to stumble and almost fall. He places a hand on his cheek and spits out blood. He groans and chuckles once more, looking at the guy. When the guy seemed to lose interest in him, he seemed to go back to berating Virgil, who was still in the ground and breathing hard. Logan saw red by then, walking over calmly and tapped the shoulder.

When faced, Logan landed a punch and didn’t stop, finding loopholes over the blocking. The secret was, Logan was pretty much a master at kickboxing and martial arts. It was only to be used when absolutely necessary. That was thrown out the window and Logan blocked the punches better, landing a few in his gut and face. Logan wasn’t getting tired, he just this to be done with. Where was campus police when needed? Logan sighs and kicks the man’s crotch, making him fall to his knees and thought about, taking off his shoe and landed a kick to his head. He pants, standing over the groaning guy. He puts on his shoe, slowly putting down his defense. He wipes his lip, slowly walking towards Virgil but checked over his back.

“Virge-“

“Holy shit, Logan,” Virgil croaks our, tears running down his cheek and took Logan’s hand shakily and slowly stood up.

Seems like campus police arrived at that point and Logan lets out a sigh, putting his hands up and was handcuffed. He was taken to the station, police taking statements from witnesses and Virgil who was still shaking. Logan was back to his calm demeanor, letting police asks his questions about what happened.

Why lie? He was in the right. He didn’t throw the first punch, so this was self-defense. He went a tad overboard, but overall, self-defense. The police, to say, were shocked at how calm he was. They took down everything said, and Logan sighs as he waits. Minutes later, he was released. It was determined self-defense, and that the perpetrator would get charged with some sort of assault. Logan was told to go home, Virgil hugging him tightly.

“Oh my god, Logan! You idiot! You should’ve left it as is! Your knuckles are all bruised and possibly bleeding, your face looks like shit and you could have internal bleeding and you idiot why did-“

“Virgil,” Logan winces as the adrenaline was now gone, “Let’s Go home. I’m tired and should bandage up.”

“You need to go to the student health center-“

“No. Home. He didn’t land any punches in my gut. Just face and shoulder,” Logan chuckles and pats his head, walking towards the bus stop.

He should’ve walked away, should’ve comforted his best friend. He was going to do that, but then again, no one gets away with messing with his family.

#tw homophobia #tw fighting #tw ignorance #logan sanders #virgil sanders #analogical #platonic analogical #sanders sides #thomas sanders #fanders #my writing #familia sides

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bigdogclem-blog · 4 years

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Lit Alpha-bio

Bible

The bible was probably one of the first books that I was introduced to. The bible is a book of Christian scriptures from the Old and New Testaments. It teaches you about God and Jesus and how he lived and things that he created and accomplished. This book is the way of life for me and my family. It helps me stay positive and up because of the many things that God has done for me. The bible is also a way for us to get closer to God because the more you read about him the more you will personally know him.

Poetry

Poetry is a huge overflow of powerful feeling. Some people may say that poetry is not a turning loose of personality, but its an escape from emotion. I started to feel poetry a little bit because of Tupac Shakur. Tupac was the protype of a street poet. He was mainly known for his poem “The Rose That Grew From Concrete”. Tupac poems were just so deep they touched everybody in the building just like his music. Some say that Tupac music was basically poetry for the hood.

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Diary of a Wimpy Kid

I used to read the Diary of a Wimpy Kid all of the time when I was younger. It was one of the only books that I read then. The Diary of a Wimpy Kid is a children novel by Jeff Kinney. This book is about a boy named Greg Heffley and how he attempted to become popular in middle school. Greg Heffley is also often teased by his older brother Rodrick. The first time he teased him in the book is because his mother bought him his school supplies. Greg also has a little brother who is spoiled called Manny. His father Frank does not like that Greg sits around and play the video game all day instead of going outside. And that is basically small summary about this novel. I always used to look at the book and tell Greg Heffley to turn up and he would always say back to me in my head that he got me.

Onomatopoeia

Onomatopoeia always come to mu head because it literally means “to make a name (or sound).” That is saying that the word means nothing more than the sound it makes. Like the word “slap”, is not only the sound that is made but also the action of hitting something with a open hand. Some water sounds are bloop, splash, spray, sprinkle, squirt, dribble, drip, and drizzle. Some vocal sounds are giggle, growl, grunt, gurgle, mumble, and murmur. Collision sounds are like bam, bang , clang, clank, clatter, click, screech, and thump. Air sounds are flutter, fwoosh, swish, whizz, and whisper. Animal sounds are arf, bark, bray, buzz, cheep, and cluck.

Express myself

I try to express myself through whatever I am writing. By expressing myself I can release emotions and can firmly believe in myself thus building a life worth living. When I am writing something that I am interested in my emotions are running high, my ideas are flying, and opinions are in full supply. I simply combine my inner thoughts and feeling with what I perceive in the outer world and put it into words. You give me a pen and a piece of paper then my ideas will come pouring out. Self-expression is the heart and soul of all types of creative writing from fiction and poetry to essays.

Article about me

I read all types articles about myself. If u type my name in on google you will see that I have a long line of articles about down the line. I always wanted to google my name when I was younger, so every now and then I will take the time out to google my name. The article about me are mainly about football, interviews, and things in that area. And that’s just some stuff that I like to read because it excites me. I also read up on article about other athletes too.

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Kindergarten reading and writing

In kindergarten we were taught the basic pillars of English and grammar when we started our elementary school year. They taught me capitalization, simple punctuations, prepositions, plural nouns and how to start short sentences. I also learned new words and how to connect them with the real world. In kindergarten we also did a lot of shared reading. Shared reading is an interactive reading experience that occurs when students join in or share the reading of a book or other text while guided and supported by a teacher. The teacher explicitly models the skills of proficient readers, including reading with fluency and expression. Kindergarten was the most critical learning in all of my years.

Understanding reading and writing

Skills that are important for school, at work, and at home are reading and writing skills. Literacy is your ability to read and write. You start to learn language as a baby. We learned how to say sounds and put them together also. All of those are early speech and language skills that help us to learn and write. And as we got older to started to read more and learn more, and that’s when we really started to understand reading and writing.

Sports magazine

See my Dad is barber so when I was younger all I ever did was sit in the barbershop with my daddy after school to wait for him to get off or take me somewhere. Sitting there was boring but he had sports magazines to read and I was very interested in them. I used to read all the sports magazines like ESPN The Magazine, Sports Illustrated, Sports Illustrated Kids, USA Today Sports Weekly, Outdoor, and etc. Sports magazines was one of the top things that I liked to read.

Lyrics

When I was younger, I used to want to be a rapper, so all I used to do was sit around write lyrics. The lyric is basically the word of the song. All you need is a sheet of paper, a pen, and your mind then you can write some powerful lyrics down. Tupac was one of the most lyrical rappers that I ever seen, and he motivated me to try to do it. Without the lyric of the song there is no song.

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Nonfiction

A nonfiction book is content that tells the truth and has good accuracy regarding information, events, or people. Nonfiction literature is based off a fact. My favorite nonfiction book to read when I was A kid was The Michael Jordan book. I like to read his book because it talks about Michael Jordan childhood and how he became a superstar. And one day I want to be like him in the sport world. So basically, nonfiction books just keep it real.

Fiction

A fiction is water downed, fabricated version of something. It is usually based off someone’s imagination instead of a fact, something like a novel or a short story. It is often based on actual events and can have different points of view. My favorite nonfiction book to read is The Hunger Games. The Hunger Games is about a boy and a girl that were chosen and forced to compete in The Hunger Games and fight for their life.

Interviews

I did plenty of interviews throughout my life since I play football and Job interviews. During these interviews you a have to make sure that you come with your head on straight because if you don’t you might say the wrong thing. When I do these interviews, I was taught that so you can have a better interview you should code mesh. Code meshing is the act of putting together local, vernacular, colloquial, and world dialects of English in assignments or conversation. I have become more comfortable with during interviews because I took speaking classes. Speaking classes helped me out big time.

Meetings

Over these past couple months, I have been involved in plenty of meetings. These meeting are mostly about football and school. And a wise man named Mike Norvell told me to never come in a meeting without pencil and paper ready to write. So now when I come into meetings, I always make sure I have something to write on s I can jot down everything I need to. When you write a lot a meeting you also become a better writer. And the better writer you come, the better you will be in meetings.

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Riddles

When I was younger my Uncle used to tell me all types of riddles and just couldn’t figure them out because they were so hard. But as I grew, I began to like riddles, I found them interesting. So, me and my Uncle would just sit down and make up riddles and try to solve them, And or even google riddles to figure out. Just incase you did not know a riddle is a mystical, misleading, or puzzling question posed as a problem to be solved. When I think of a riddle I first think of the super hero, Riddle Man.

Crossword puzzle

I also used to like to do crossword puzzles in my spare time. See in my Uncle’s house it was full of different newspapers with crossword puzzles, crossword puzzle books, and everything dealing with words or reading. I even had sum crossword puzzle books of my own. Cross word puzzles helped me become a better reader and it expanded my vocabulary. Crossword puzzles are usually on a square or rectangular grid and the games goal is to form words with all of the letters that you are given. Crossword puzzles are great to do on your spare time.

Word search

When I was younger, I also participated in word searches too. See these types of games were just music to my ears, I don’t know why but they were. A word search is a puzzle consisting of letter arranged in a grid, containing several hidden words written in any direction. In elementary school we had word search competitions and I came out on top almost every time. Some may say that word searches are second nature to me. Word searches help me read and find words faster than ever. This all played to me expanding my vocabulary.

Jalil

Jalil is my name and ultimately the first word that I ever spelled. My name is a Muslim name and it means great, exalted, and magnificent. My name means a lot to me because it has great meaning. Also my name was the first word that I ever spelled out. During kindergarten we had to write out names out multiple times and I’m pretty sure that I was spelling it before school.

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mmazzeroo · 5 years

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Jonerys Advent Calendar 2018

@helloimnotawesome

Dear Val! I’m so excited (and nervous) and honoured to be your Jonerys Secret Santa!

Just a real quick shoutout to Val’s story ‘I Chose You’ - go read it if you haven’t already! *hearteyes*

Never done anything like this before, but got this crazy idea in my head and just couldn’t get it out. So I thought why the heck not?! Why advent calendar you ask. Because they are a vital piece of Christmas celebrations in my part of the world, and as a child I loved them so hoped you might too. Beginning your day with a small piece of chocolate what’s not to like, right? (I still do sometimes even when it isn’t Christmas, please don’t tell my mom). There are advent tv-series where children (usually) somehow end up saving Santa or Christmas or both. So I thought I’d try to transfer the concept into writing by giving you a little drabble-ish sized bite each day from Dec. 1st to 25th.

Fair warning: Virgin fanfic writer (written non-fic pieces though). Un-beta’ed, so apologies for that. English isn’t my native tongue. Any and all grammatical and spelling errors, plot-holes and messed up timelines are entirely mine, and I own them proudly. Since this is based on fiction I’m not trying to make it realistic, just plausible enough to be believable. Totally ball-parking everyone’s ages! Also, because it’s Christmas time I’ve tried to keep the story light and cheery despite the underlying current of heartbreak. (Did I give too much away now?)

Hope you’ll enjoy the story - and the ride! Can be read here below or on AO3.

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ARYA I - What A Shit day!

"Sir! Sir! You need to lay still! We're here to help you, ok?"

She was looking into steel grey eyes as wide as saucers. Like a deer caught in the headlights. Wide with fear and pain. Always the same mix only the degree of either varied. The grey eyed man unfortunately seemed to learn towards fear. Damn it! Fear only made her job more complicated. Fear was only a few steps away from panic and panic was lethal. Panic shut down the brain and prevented her from reaching or reasoning with the patients.

"My wife!" He grabbed her collar and pulled her closer to his face. "Save my wife! She's 8 months pregnant! Please!!" His voice broke at the last word and he loosened his grip on her jacket. Yup, definitely need to calm him down. Shit! She took a quick look towards the tree-line feeling like she was being watched.

"Sir, your wife is being tended to as we speak, ok? She's in good hands. Now can you please tell me your names?"

His lips moved but she couldn't hear a thing over the helicopter taking off just then. Brilliant! Thanks Rakharo! She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. By the old gods and the new please keep the woman and her child safe. Brienne was an amazing paramedic and always did everything within her power to keep everyone alive. She had to have faith, yet she could never help herself to say a little prayer whenever she was on a scene. Especially one like this.

Detective Bronn from King's Landing City Watch had already arrested the drunken sod who'd caused this mayhem. SUV hit in the side, pushed off the road, rolled down a hill and burst into flames. Metal pieces, glass and blood spread heavily all the way down. Pools of blood where the bodies of the driver and passenger had landed. Strange how being thrown out of a vehicle could suddenly be looked at as 'lucky', but it had prevented them from being trapped in a burning car. The blood was all too easy to see in the snow even though the only light available was that from the flames of the burning car - which the firefighters were working on putting out - and her own headlight strapped to her forehead. Both bodies had appeared unresponsive until she and Brienne had managed to get close enough. The drunken driver had gotten off with a broken nose and a busted eyebrow. Fucking asshole! If any lives were lost this evening he'd have a much worse hangover than he could possibly imagine. DA Martell would make sure of that!

A couple of decades ago the Starks and Targaryens had entered an unprecedented partnership. While the Tyrells and Martells were battling over who should reign supreme over Westeros, the wolves and dragons set out on a different mission: They united their medical skills for both humans and animals alike. Under one roof. Together. So today when an emergency call was made they sent out paramedics and a tracker for the hurt and scared animal. To help all injured beings. At first there was the usual scepticism when someone does something new, but gradually people began to understand. Her dad and the late Commander Targaryen both believed the idea of 'leaving no one behind' must include ALL family members regardless of number of legs or wings or scales etc. President Tyrell had successfully managed to get a law past about a decade ago which clearly stated that 'a life is a life' and 'any life taken by outside forces will henceforth be considered a criminal offence and proper authorities shall investigate as such'. So if Tormund and his bloodhounds didn't find and come back with a living breathing dog belonging to the grey eyed man...well then mr. drunk-with-a-busted-eyebrow would be waking up to murder charges tomorrow morning.

"Can you tell me your name, sir?"

She had leaned closer to try to maintain eye contact with him. His eyes blinked once, twice, then closed, she felt his breath on her face and felt his hands slip from her jacket, fall and landed limply in the snow. There was a cry from the woods sounding almost like a wolf, but there were no wolves this far South.

"Clegane! CLEGANE!! Get your arse over here! We need to get him out of this godsdamned snow!"

Sandor Clegane was by her side in a few big strides. He helped strapping the man to the board and helped pull him uphill. He hopped in the driver's seat while she went to work in the back of the ambulance.

"Don't you dare die on me now, buddy! C'mon!" Still no reaction. "C'mon damn it! Wake up!!" Fuck! Cutting his clothes to get to his torso she was met by a sight she'd never seen before. His upper body was covered in scars. Some clearly old while some looked to be pretty resent. Seven hells! What's happened to you?! If only she knew his name. People tend to respond well to hearing their name. She kept working on the man while listening to a symphony of Sandor cursing the King's Landing late night traffic. There was a strong pulse again. Good.

"Yes! He's stable again. ETA?"

"5 mins"

"Roger that."

She searched his pockets for any ID's or papers of any kind but came up empty handed.

"Sir, can you tell me where you are?" She gently placed a hand on his shoulder.

"We, we just..." His breathing was shallow and laboured. "We just wanted to find our family." Tears started to pool in his eyes and he was visibly shaking now from trying to keep himself together. "And now," he took a deep shaking breathe, "it's all gone to shit." Tears rolled down his cheeks as he closed his eyes. Once again crashing.

"Damnit man! Stop doing this shit, it's getting real old! You hear me?!" We're so close to the hospital, just hold on a little longer. Leaning in she whispered in this ear, "Your family needs you."

When they arrived at the emergency entrance at the Lyanna Stark Memorial Hospital, Dr. Lannister was already waiting for them.

"Male, injured in vehicle accident. In and out of consciousness, but stable for now. Seemingly superficial wounds to left side of the head. Broken ribs and possible punctured lung on the left side of the chest."

"Has he said anything, Stark?" Dr. Lannister lifted his eye from his notes and looked straight at her. He didn't mean to she knew that, but the fact that he was so tall he literally looked down at her tend to make her feel like a child being scolded whenever he spoke to her. She did not like that feeling. Despite being one of the best surgeons Dr. Lannister wasn't arrogant though. Sure he would often state the fact that he's better than most, but does telling the truth make you arrogant? She wasn't sure.

She lifted her chin towards him and said, "Only few words here and there about his wife and family, doctor."

"Alright. I'll take it from here then. Time to go fix this daddy!"

He started pushing the gurney down to the lift. She took a few steps down the hall.

"Know anything about his wife?"

"Dr. Martell and Dr. Stark are working on her and the babies as we speak. They're in good hands, Arya." His kind green eyes met her own concerned grey ones.

She nodded.

"Wait! Babies? Plural?"

"Twins!", he shouted before the lift doors closed and he disappeared up to the OR.

Twins! Now she hoped even more that Robb and Dr. Martell could work their magic. She knew her brother was a skilful paediatric surgeon, but rumours had it that he was particularly skilled in neonatal care including surgery. Had to be why else would someone like Dr. Martell pick him as resident? Not known for doing favours she wouldn't give two fucks who his dad was if he didn't have any knowledge and skills of his own. Deep breathe. Ok, so overall the country's top surgeons were busy working on her grey eyed patient and his family. That had to be enough. It had to be!

Normally she'd go check the status of the affected animals over at the vet wing, however not expecting Tormund and his hounds to be back already and since technically her shift had ended while out on the call, she went straight to 'Hot Pies & Ale'. Not exactly the most inventive of names, but as Davos said 'we do what it says on the tin.'

Much to her surprise she heard the rambunctious wildling's voice the second she set foot in the pub.

"For fuck sake Bobby, stop licking Bessie's tits! At least buy her dinner first, you dog!" Tormund shook his head as he took a sip of his beer.

"Well, he is a dog so what did you expect?"

"Ha! Little Stark! Smart as always. Bobby B's a dog, aye, but does that mean I want to listen to him licking his girlfriend's tits all night? Tell me that!" He said challengingly, his eyebrows up and chin raised.

"I'm not 'little Stark'—", she said through clenched teeth

"Only because Bran's sitting in a chair!" he bellowed.

"—and 2nd, I don't know what the hells you like listening to!"

Turning towards the bar she hopped onto one of the stools and nodded to Tyrion and Viserys sitting side by side chuckling, probably at her and Tormund's little exchange.

Giving them an annoyed side glare, idiots, she turned around slightly to face the red-haired man. "Didn't expect you back this early. Is that good or bad news?"

"Good. Found it not too far off in the woods. Growling like a motherfucker though, had to sedate the poor thing. Must've taken some hits in that tumble down the hill. Had a few burns as well not too bad all things considered."

She remembered all too well the sound of the growling coming from the car as she had manoeuvred around the vehicle to get to the man. When the firefighters had managed to cut the lock to the crate open all she saw was a flash of white fur, and it was gone between the trees.

"Dr. Tyrell and Sansa was with him when I left."

Giving him a puzzled look he clarified, "Dr. Targaryen isn't expected back until tomorrow. Anyway, Dr. Tyrell says the dog should be back up and running in a jiffy." Giving her a reassuring smile he continued with a wistful look in his eyes, "Could swear it looked like a winter dog. Albino one at that. White as snow. Big gorgeous beast!" He ended with one of his signature big grins.

"Do winter dogs howl?" she asked while taking a sip of the soda Davos had placed before her.

"This one did that's what led me straight to him. Up North they do and the wolves will reply. Can keep you up all night with their howling banter", he laughed out loud and shaking his head as if remembering something. "We'll know for sure tomorrow when Dr. Stark comes."

"Dad's coming??", she asked perhaps a little too excited.

"Aye, Dr. Tyrell called him down for a consult to make sure. If it is a winter dog then he's more wolf than the huskies she's used to."

"Speaking of howling", Viserys interrupted and looked at Tyrion, "your sister was causing quite a ruckus this evening," he chuckled.

Sighing deeply Tyrion asked, "Do I even want to know what she did this time?"

"She kept yelling for more wine", Viserys laughed trying to immitate Cersei "More wine! MORE WINE! MOOOORREEEE WIIIINNNEEEE!!" Leaning back on the barstool, hand on his stomach laughing out loud he continued, "she almost couldn't sound more looney even if she tried!"

Everyone laughed out loud at that including, and especially, Tyrion.

"I swear rubber cells were invented for the likes of my sister."

"Tyrion!", she slapped him on his arm, "she may be crazy but she's still your sister."

"That's exactly why I say it! If set free she'd be a menace to society." He took a big gulp of his beer. "Speaking of menace, have I ever told you the story of the jackass, honeycomb and brothel?" he asked with a grin wiggling his eye brows.

Leaning closer to him with a big smile on her face she answered "Ooh do tell Mr. Lannister!"

"Well, I once brought a jackass and a honeycomb into a brothel—"

He was interrupted when the pub door was ripped open and the voice of a furious woman yelled, "Hey! Watch where you're going fuckface!!"

Stepping through the door she practically threw her bag to the side as she stomped straight to the bar.

"Dany! Good to see you again, sis", Viserys leaned in to kiss her on the temple, "Flight catch some disturbance did it?" he chuckled.

"Oh if only it was the flight", she growled, "Davos, give me a shot of your Dothraki booze."

"As m'lady wishes", Davos poured a shot while exchanging a look with both Vis and Tyrion. "Here you go."

Dany put the glass to her mouth and threw her neck back taking it in one shot. Resulting in heavy coughing and wheezing. "Gods! I hate that stuff! Give me another one. Now, Davos!"

"Hey, why can't I have any of that by the way?", she suddenly asked pointing her index fingers at everyone's drinks.

"Because Arya," Gendry, having been quiet this entire time, said and raised his hand to point at the sign hanging at eye-level clearly saying '21', "you must be this high to ride this ride." Everyone around her laughed out loud with him. A smug look on his face indicating he was very pleased with himself.

"Fuck you! I'll be 21 in just a few months!"

"Few months isn't 21 today, sorry Arya", Davos said sympathetically.

"Whatever!" She left 5 dragons on the bar and jumped off the stool marching to the door.

Gendry called out to her, "A soda's only 4 dragons."

As she swung the door open she looked back and said, "Keep the change...you filthy animal!"

She heard a choir of laugher as the door closed behind her. What a shit day!

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New Rules Ch. 5

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A few minutes later, you sit on the bleachers with Hoseok, notepad and audio recorder on the bench between you two as you watch Taehyung roll around in the grass with his high-tech camera, trying to get a good candid shot of the players.

"So," you clear your throat, calling attention back to yourself, "I'm going to begin recording now, and why don't we start off with some basic information?" You ask as you press the little red button on the audio recorder.

"Sure," Hoseok agrees, "What would you like to know?"

"Just the basics," you say, "Full name, age, year in school, position, etc."

"Yeah of course," he says with a smile, "Name: Jung Hoseok. Age: Twenty-two. Senior, and I'm an attacking midfielder."

"Oh, but I've heard that your position is flexible and you can easily shift between striker and defender in the same game," you say, miraculously spouting off knowledge you've read from Somin's notes just minutes ago.

"Wow, you knew that?" Hoseok asks, clearly impressed, "No one except like really die-hard soccer fans know that."

You rub the back of your neck, embarrassed, "Ah, wasn't it obvious?" you bluff through your teeth, "You're a very well-rounded player, Hoseok. No wonder you're captain."

His subsequent smile is as bright as the sun, "Thank you. That really means a lot to me."

Flustered, you anxiously fidget with your hair, feeling uncharacteristically self-conscious as you scramble for the next question, "S-so, the team's ten-game winning streak is all under your leadership. Can you tell us a bit about how you managed to accomplish that?"

"No, it wasn't all me," he says, but can't help but laugh at the flattery, "It was a whole team effort! We would be nowhere without Coach Bang's guidance. And we have some really outstanding players this year. For instance, there's Jeon Jungkook, who's scored the most goals not only in our team, but the entire district this season."

"Ah, I see," you mutter under your breath, "No wonder he's so damn cocky."

"Huh? What was that?"

"Nothing!" you exclaim, eyes widening as you realize your mistake. Oh well, you can always crop that out of the recording. "Anyways, can you tell me more about your goals moving forward this season?"

"Yes, of course. So as you know, we're playing our rivals in the district this Saturday. It's going to be a big match. But no matter how we play on Saturday, we will be able to advance to the finals, so it's really not—oh," Hoseok suddenly stops, mid-sentence, to blink up at the sky when a raindrop hits him in the face.

Soon, more follow the first, covering the metal of the bleachers with a sheen of cold water. "Oh no, my notes!" you exclaim, diving forward to protect your things under the cover of your sweater.

"Damn, the forecast didn't say that it'd rain today," Hoseok says, looking up at the dreary gray sky with concern.

"Ah, it's not a big deal though," you say, "It's only sprinkling, and I think we can continue."

"But your sweater doesn't have a hood," Hoseok says in concern, "You're getting rained on."

"It's fine," you say as you wipe moisture from your eyelashes, "I'm sure it'll stop raining soon."

"But what about your hair? Or your makeup?" he continues to pressure, "Aren't you worried it'll be ruined?"

"My makeup?" you snort, "Who the hell wears makeup the Monday before midterms start?!"

"I… oh," Hoseok says, taken aback by your bluntness, "Um… I don't know?"

Your face flushes with heat when you realize your mistake… that has been caught on tape, "Um… anyways," you gulp, trying to ignore the way he threads his fingers through his wet hair, making rainwater trail alluring down his sinewy neck, "Why don't we go back to the topic of the finals? What do you think—?"

"Hey, Hoseok!" a loud voice calls out, interrupting your interview.

The two of you look up from the bleachers to find the entire team trickling off the field. The source of the voice comes from Jungkook, who stands on the track in front of you, looking superbly displeased, "Coach is moving practice to the gym. Let's go, Hobi."

"Ah, can you give me a few more minutes?" Hoseok asks, glancing over at you.

"No," Jungkook bluntly replies as he crosses his arms over his chest, "Shouldn't you set an example as the captain?"

That sobers him up quickly. "Ok, I'm coming," the older man says as he gets to his feet and hops off the bleachers, "Sorry, ___. Maybe we can reschedule our interview for a different date?"

"Yeah," you say, trying not to sound as disheartened as you feel. "What time works best for you?"

"This week's a bit difficult for me because of the game. What about next week? Does Sunday—?"

"Alright, alright, stop it," Jungkook irritably butts in, "Let's go to practice."

"Wait, ___. Can I get your phone number or something?" Hoseok asks, even as his teammate starts dragging him away by the arm.

"Yes, it's—"

"I'll give it to you later," Jungkook snaps as he continues to drag the redhead across the field, "Bye, ___."

"Wait, Jungkook!" You call after him, but it's too late and they've disappeared off the field. You plop back down on the bleachers with a deep sigh, wondering what you can do with the now useless recording, when Taehyung emerges with a giant striped umbrella.

"Hey," he says as he walks over to share his umbrella, "You finished your flirting already?"

"Flirting?" you repeat as you wring out your wet hair, "What flirting?"

"With that really hot redheaded guy," he explains, "It looked like you were about to eat him up."

"What?" You exclaim, blood rushing to your face at once, "What the hell are you talking about?!"

Taehyung gives you a pointed look, "Oh come on, ___. Don't even try to deny it. It looked like you were two seconds away from mounting him in front of everyone."

You groan deeply in embarrassment and bury your face in your hands, "Oh god… Was I that obvious?"

"Yup," he chirps, gleeful in the face of your distress, "But don't worry. It seems like he reciprocated."

"Wait…" you slowly peek up from your hands, "What?"

"Yeah. Did you really not notice how badly he wanted to stay at the end? Or how hard he was trying to get your number? For some weird reason, that guy's got the hots for you."

"Oh," you simply say in response as you pat your warm cheeks, "I… I'm surprised…"

"Me too… How do you even get all these hot guys fawning over you?" Taehyung whines, "It's not fair."

"I… I don't know… I just… Wait—did you just say 'hot guys' as in plural?"

"Yeah, Jungkook was crazy jealous!"

Your immediate reaction is disbelief, "No way. Stop bullshitting me, Tae."

"No, I'm serious. I kept trying to take natural shots of the members, but Jungkook ruined all of them. He kept looking up and glaring in your direction, and that really killed the mood of the photos."

"Oh my god, stop lying."

"No really! Do you want to see the pictures?"

"No, I'm fine. Let's just go home, okay?" You quickly say, embarrassed by the very idea.

"Okay… But I just want to let you know that this is totally unfair! Why do you get to be the protagonist in a stereotypical love triangle drama? Look at your damn hair in the rain! Meanwhile, I wore my favorite gucci jacket today and nothing! So unfair!"

You lightly smack the back of his head to stop his whining, "Shut up. None of them like me. Just keep wearing your gucci, dummy."

"Wow, how nice of you to actually answer your phone for once," you grumble when Jungkook finally picks up after your third call.

"Sorry, I was in practice," he says with a little groan.

You pause, concern outweighing your anger, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. The physical therapist was a just a bit too harsh on my back earlier today… I should really get a massage. But I'm too lazy," he sighs.

"Oh… Do you want me to come over? I can give you a massage instead," you offer.

"Wait, would you really do that for me?" Jungkook asks in astonishment, "It's kinda late."

"Yeah, of course," you say, "I really don't mind and I'm pretty good with my hands."

"That you are," he says, and you don't have to see him to know that he has a lascivious smirk on that stupid face of his.

You laugh, "How are you such a pervert?"

"It's been over two weeks since we last had sex!" He angrily points out, "I'm dying here!"

"Don't you have a big game coming up?" you point out, "You should be focusing on that instead."

He grumbles under his breath for a few seconds before agreeing, "Fine… I'll let you off the hook this time… But once the game is over, I want to fuck you."

"Yeah, okay," you easily agree.

"And not just once," he quickly adds, taking advantage of your strange compliance, "I'm always horny again after like fifteen minutes. One time isn't enough. For once in my life, I actually want to get my fill. I want to fuck you until my dick falls off."

"Of course," you chuckle, "Once you win that game, you can do whatever you want to me."

"Really?" he asks, suspicious, "Can I be in charge this time?"

"Anything you want, baby," you say with a giggle.

"What if I want to tie you up and have you call me 'daddy'?" he questions.

"Oh, Jungkook!" you exclaim, bursting into girlish laughter, "You are so bad. Hehe, of course you can, baby."

"Oh god, what's gotten into you?" Jungkook marvels at the other end, "On second thought, maybe not… This is kind of scary coming from you."

You throw your head back and laugh again, "You know me too well. You're so sweet."

"Are we not speaking the same language right now?!" Jungkook barks into the receiver, "Are you fucking high?"

"Aw, you too," you chuckle, "I'll be over in ten, babe. I miss you."

"Huh? What the fuck—?"

You hang up before he can finish his sentence and spin around in your chair to face Mijoo and Jimin with an award-winning smile, "Ah, guys, I would love to stay here and chat, but Jungkook needs me."

"I see," Jimin says with a suggestive arch of his brows, "He 'needs' you? What a cute euphemism."

"Are you sure you don't want to hang out with us instead?" Mijoo asks, concerned.

You shake your head as you sling your backpack over your shoulder, "Nah. You guys have fun on your own. Because Jungkook and I definitely will," you say with a wink.

"Can you guys at least put a sock on the doorknob so I don't walk into something that'll scar me for life tonight?" Jimin requests with a wry smile.

"Maybe you shouldn't come home at all," you airily inform him before marching out the door, "Don't wait up, Mijoo!"

As soon as you walk out of the sorority house and into the bleak cold of the night, a moment of emptiness seizes you. It feels like your heart has been seized by a skeletal hand, threatening to crush it to a pulp.

You stand there for a moment, deeply inhaling the frigid wintry air through your nose. A few seconds pass before the feeling finally dissipates. But even though the grip around your heart is gone, you still feel the heavy organ sink to your feet with every step forward.

But still… At least it's getting easier.

"Have you been possessed by the fucking devil?" Jungkook asks as a greeting when you arrive at the frat a few minutes later.

"Nice to see you too, asshole," you say as you irritably brush past him in the hallway.

"Ah, that's more like it," Jungkook says with a sigh of relief, "Thank god. I thought I was going to have to perform an exorcism."

"Why are you like this?" you snort as you follow him up the stairs, "Wouldn't you prefer me to be all soft and compliant for you?"

"No, not at all," he says at once, "That's just weird."

"Well, you call me weird all the time," you point out, "What makes this any different?"

"It just is," he insists as he leads you up to his bedroom and closes the door behind him, "I don't like it. It gives me the creeps."

"I think you're the weird one," you laugh as you toss your bag on his desk, "Most guys would love it if I lost the Ice Queen demeanor."

"Nah, that's just creepy," he says, "Why were you acting like that, by the way?"

"Jimin was over," you explain as you throw yourself on his bed with a sigh.

"Ah. That makes more sense," he says as he sits down next to you, "It's better than what I thought."

"What did you think?"

"Besides temporary demonic possession? That you might be in a rough spot with some overly handsy dude or something."

You scoff at that, "Yeah right. Do I look like I'd have any issue setting some yogurt slinger in his place?"

He grins, "Ah that's right. I'm forgetting who I'm dealing with here."

"Just worry about yourself, Jeon. I can handle any limp noodle dick."

"Speaking of limp noodle dicks… That damn Jung Hoseok keeps asking for your number. Can I tell him to go fuck himself?"

"Wait, what?! No!"

"Why? Do you want to go curse him out yourself?"

"No! What's wrong with you? Jungkook, I need to finish interviewing him!"

"Why?" He asks with a look of annoyance, "I'm right here, so why settle for less?"

"Hon, he's the team captain. Of course I would need an interview from him! Just give me his number already, goddamn it," you say as you make a grab for the phone in his lap.

But he immediately moves it out of the way with his quicker reflexes, "No way. I don't want you talking to that creep."

"Why not?" you whine as you scramble forward to reach for his phone. But he easily keeps you at bay with his longer arm reach, "I really need to talk to him!"

"Hoseok might look all cute with that innocent smile of his, but I can promise you that he's the biggest fuckboy of them all."

"So what?" You demand as you attempt to climb up his body for the phone, "It's not like I'm going to fuck him or anything! I just want to finish the interview."

"Maybe your intentions are pure, but let me assure you that his are anything but. Did you even notice the way he was looking at you?"

"Maybe I wanted him to look at me that way!" you shoot back as you practically tackle him to the bed for his phone.

"Ouch," Jungkook hisses in pain when this accidentally places pressure on his sore back.

You stiffen with horror and immediately flinch back, "Oh my god. I'm so sorry, Jungkook, are you okay?"

"Yeah," he says, wincing as he reaches back to rub at the pulled muscles, "I think I just need some ibuprofen and a good night's rest, and I'll be fine in the morning."

Your mouth tightens in sympathy, "What about the physical therapist? Can they fix your back?"

"She's not back in the office until the morning," he explains, "But don't worry. It's fine."

You chew on your bottom lip for a moment, watching the way he gingerly rubs the kinks from his neck before you make up your mind, "Roll over on your stomach."

"Wait… Are you serious?" He asks, looking up at you with wide eyes.

"I'm no professional… And you should really see your PT in the morning… But I've taken a massage class in the past and I won't be able to fix your back, but I'll be able to make you feel better."

"Oh god, you're the best," he says, instantly flopping over on the mattress.

You laugh at his excitement and sit up on your knees for better access. You rub your hands up and down the wide expanse of his back a few times before you realize how awkward it is through the fabric of his hoodie, "Do you mind taking this off?"

As quick as a flash, his hoodie is on the ground, along with the t-shirt underneath. You blink at the sight of his bare back laid out for you across the bed, "Not what I meant, but I guess this is okay, too" you laugh as you lay your hands on his hot skin.

Jungkook hums in response, "This might be the only chance I get to have you touch me. Gotta make all I can out of it."

"I touch you all the time, you needy little brat," you mumble before getting distracted by his physique, "Damn," you curse softly as you begin working at the knots in his broad shoulders, "Were you always this buff?" you ask as you watch his thick muscles ripple every time he adjusts on the bed.

He chuckles at the compliment, "Are you seriously only noticing this now?"

"Yeah," you say as you silently marvel at how solid his muscles feel under the palm of your hand. It feels like you're touching solid metal instead of flesh. But his warm, velvety-soft skin stretched over the steel makes the experience strangely enjoyable.

"What? But you've seen me naked so many times now!" he complains.

"Only once," you remind him, "And we were both pretty drunk that night."

"Wait, seriously? Fuck, we need to change that."

"Yeah, okay," you agree, "After we turn in the first part of this project, of course."

"Oh shit, when's that due again?"

"Friday," you remind him, "Don't tell me you've forgotten…"

"Sorry, I've just been distracted by this game on Saturday," he sighs, "But don't worry, I'll turn it in by the deadline."

"Hmm. Since we're here anyways, should we just work on it together?"

"Um…" Jungkook hesitates, clearly unwilling to leave the pleasure of your hands, "I mean… I guess… If you think it's really important…"

"You don't want me to stop, do you?" you ask in amusement.

"Fuck no," he blurts out immediately, "This feels incredible."

The breathy, raspy quality of his voice makes heat flood the pit of your stomach. You lick your lips as you slide your hands down to his lower back and press down on the tense muscles there, "Alright," you agree, "Just this one time… Damn, you're really tense, Jungkook. How rough have your practices been?"

"The worst," he moans softly into his pillow when you work out an especially tight knot along the base of his spine, "Coach is out to kill us."

"These feel more like stress knots though," you comment as you continue to unravel him, inch by inch, "Have you been under a lot of pressure recently?" Then you stop and snap your jaw shut. You regret your question as soon as you ask it. The two of you are definitely not on that level to talk about such personal topics, nor do you think you'll ever be on that level.

It's quiet for a moment as you wait for him to brush you off with the stoic masculinity you're used to. Instead, he turns his face to the side and murmurs, "A little bit," in a small voice that takes you completely by surprise.

"O-oh," you try to hide your surprise by rubbing firm circles into his thick shoulder blades, "It's understandable… There must be a lot of pressure since you've been on such a winning streak, huh?"

"Like you wouldn't believe," he sighs, "And also… I've heard that there might be recruiters at the game on Saturday… I really have to play my best."

"Ah, isn't it still early?" you ask, trying to soothe him, "We still have another full year of school."

"Yeah, but Hoseok was recruited as a junior," he points out, "In fact, he was recruited in the beginning of his fall semester, so he was younger than I am now… And I can't deny that I'm beginning to grow antsy."

"Don't worry, Jungkook," you say as you continue to loosen his stiff muscles, "You are such a great player, and your hard work will pay off."

You can see the way his mouth curves into a smile from the side of his face pressed into the pillow, "Thanks."

There's a moment of amicable silence as you both enjoy the warmth of each other's presence. Then, Jungkook suddenly bolts upright, nearly dislodging you from the bed.

"Hey, wait a minute—isn't this coming from the girl who didn't even know I played soccer a week ago?!"

"Shh," you gently press his face back down into the pillows, "Don't worry about it, sweetheart."

Three days later, you meet up with Yerin for your weekly lunch dates. You'd normally have lunch with her on Sundays, but due to unforeseen circumstances (i.e., lying around deathly hungover in Jungkook's bed), you had to reschedule for today.

"Wait, I forgot to ask, but nothing happened when you were trying to get back home on Saturday night, right?"

"Nope, I was perfectly safe. Don't worry, ___."

"Of course I worry. Mijoo shouldn't have called you out so late at night… especially not to a damn frat party… What was she thinking?"

"___, you know that I'm a legal adult now, right? I go to frat parties all the time."

"What?!" You exclaim in shock, "With who?!"

"The girls on my floor go all the time," she informs you, "It's really not a big deal."

"Seriously?! Why don't you ever invite me?"

"Invite you?" she repeats in confusion, "But you hate frat parties."

"I do, but who else will protect you from nasty frat bros?"

"Who said I wanted to be protected from them?" She says with a playful quirk of her brow.

Your jaw drops, "Watch it, kid. I almost bent you over my knee."

"I'm not your baby anymore," she whines, "Stop it, ___."

"You'll always be my baby," you inform her in a serious tone, "Which is why I can't have you running into dangerous frat parties like that!"

"It was fine," She assures you, "I was with Mijoo the entire time, and at the end of the night, those boys from BTS showed up as well," she said, face flushing at the memory, "You were like the protagonist in a romantic drama, ___, the way three men rushed over at your beck and call to rescue you. I was so jealous," she sighs dreamily.

You look at her in utter bewilderment, "Yerin… you do realize that I was a belligerent drunk rolling around in a hotdog costume? And that Mijoo only called over the BTS boys to keep me from getting arrested. How the hell is this in any way romantic?!"

"Jungkook carried you in his arms like you were newlyweds," she sighs again, "It was so lovely… Wait, ___. Tell me, did he ravish you in his room?" she asks, wide eyes sparkling with excitement.

"What the fuck? Yerin, what's wrong with you?"

"Oh come on, just indulge this poor virgin," she begs you, "Did he throw you to the bed and rip off your clothes because he couldn't wait to have his way with you?"

"How the fuck would he be able to rip my hotdog suit?!" you exclaim, "That thing was like fifty pillows piled on top of me. And besides, it wasn't cheap! I would be so pissed if he ripped it!"

Yerin's face falls, "___, you're ruining the fantasy!"

You snort, "Sweetie, I have no idea what wild, idealized notion of sex you have in your mind, but it's really not like that. It's usually just messy and gross."

"Maybe with the wrong men," the younger woman argues, "But Jungkook is ridiculously hot. No matter how messy it got with him, there's no way it'd be gross."

You have to begrudgingly agree with that. Against your will, you're resentfully attracted to the fuckboy. "But it's not always rainbows and butterflies!" you argue, "In fact, it's never like that. It's just… merp. Just a relief of a basic need. Like scratching an itch. Or letting out a nice fart."

Yerin's face scrunches at your disgusting analogy, "___! Ew!"

Clearly you're a bit too much for her delicate sensitivities, "Sorry, Yerin," you automatically apologize, "That was a lie… Farts are better than sex."

"Even sex with Jeon Jungkook?" She asks in disbelief.

You pause a moment to think about that, "He's like a particularly juicy fart," you acquiesce, "You know, like the ones you've been holding in all day, and you finally take off your pants at the end of the night and just let it rip? Yup. That's sex with Jungkook... But still just a fart. Nothing more."

Yerin buries her face in her hands in anguish, "You're completely ruining this for me!"

"Good," you retort, "I'd rather you wake up to the harsh realities of intercourse now rather than later!"

"God, ___," Yerin groans into her hands, "We're in public."

"Are you embarrassed?" You ask. When she nods, you snap, "Good. You'd be more embarrassed if you were pregnant with a fuckboy's kid! Men are less than farts, never forget! I would rather cut the cheese any day instead of letting a nasty snot-nosed fuckboy put his moldy little carrot stick anywhere near my— Oh, hello, Yoongi," you break off to greet the silver-haired man who suddenly appears over Yerin's shoulder.

The blonde whips her head around in astonishment. Then her face strickens with anguish as she recognizes the older man standing behind her, "Oh… oh… shit."

Yoongi has clearly caught the tail end of your rant by the way his face scrunches in disgust, "Ah, I'm suddenly reminded of why we're only business acquaintances, ___."

"You're saying we're not friends?" you ask weakly.

"And hear you talk about bodily functions in my free time as well? No thanks."

"That's not all I talk about!"

"Yeah, that's right. You cursing me out on Saturday night was a nice change of scene," Yoongi says in a sarcastic tone.

"I was drunk and out of my mind!" You exclaim, "You can't possibly hold that against me!"

"___, you nearly threw out my back," he reminds you in a dry voice, "I had to lie in a tub of ice for a full hour afterwards… How is anyone so annoying and destructive when drunk? Goddamn it, woman…"

You flush with embarrassment, "If you just came here to berate me, then you can just keep walking!" you exclaim, "No one asked for your help!"

"Pssht, without me, you would've been arrested that night," he informs you, indignant at your lack of gratitude, "And besides, what makes you think that I'm here to talk to you, you self-centered brat?"

"What? If you're not here for me, then—"

"Yerin, I wanted to thank you again for coffee the other day," Yoongi says, interrupting you, "That was really kind of you."

Yerin's face turns a rosy shade of pink when he smiles directly at her, "O-oh," she mumbles, ducking her head as though to try to hide under her bangs, "It really wasn't a big deal… Thank you again for walking me home, Yoongi."

"Wait, he did what?!" you exclaim in horror.

Both of them ignore you, "If you're free this weekend, maybe we can grab a bite to eat?"

"Oh," Yerin's eyes light up like it's Christmas, "I would love that."

"What? No, you wouldn't!"

"Okay," Yoongi ignores you, "I'll text you then?"

"You gave this fucker your phone number?!" you screech.

As always, they politely pretend that you don't exist, "Yes, that sounds great!" Yerin happily tells him.

"Great, see you later then," he says, cheerfully waving at her before walking off.

"No, you won't see her later," you spin around in your chair to bark after him, "You won't ever be seeing her again!"

But he simply flips you off from behind his back before sauntering out of the café. You glare at him until he's out of sight, then whirl back around to face Yerin, "What the hell was that?"

She blinks innocently at you, "What do you mean, ___?"

"Are you dating him?!" you bark at her.

"No, we're friends… just like you and Jungkook, right?" she coyly informs you.

Your vision flashes red for a moment from the implication of her words, "Don't you fucking dare do this to me," you whisper in a low voice.

She giggles at your reaction and reaches across the table to squeeze your hand, "Why are you so freaked out by the idea of us dating?"

"I just don't like it," you say with a stubborn jut of your chin, "He's old and weird."

"He's only a year older than you," she kindly reminds you.

"So?" you snap back, "I'm old and weird too! Min Yoongi might seem like an okay guy on the surface, but I know for a fact that he's a weird pervert! I don't approve of all!"

"I think you're just unreasonably overprotective, ___." Yerin says in amusement, "What kind of guy would you actually approve of?"

You take a moment to think about it before the answer comes rushing to your mind, "Park Jimin," you say in a quiet voice, "I would approve of a man like Park Jimin…"

"Ah, is that why you're all over my ass and not Mijoo's?" Yerin laughs, missing the significance of the confession, "Well, not every man can be Park Jimin, ___."

Your gaze drops to your lap, "Yeah, I know," you whisper, "I know…"

Later that day, when you walk Yerin back to the dorms, she springs you with an unexpected question.

"Hey, ___, do you have any free time tonight?"

"Hmm? Yeah, I do. What's up?"

"Do you mind looking over my powerpoint for tomorrow? I'm not sure if all of my citations make sense."

"Sure," you instantly agree, "But I'm not sure if I can be of much help. What class is this for?"

Yerin stops in the middle of the street to stare at you with wide eyes, "___, please tell me you haven't forgotten about our creative writing presentations tomorrow morning."

It feels like the world has caved in around you, and for a moment you can't breathe. You slowly whirl around to face her, "Oh….. oh….. fuck my life," you croak out in a tiny voice.

"Oh no… Please tell me that you've at least started on the project!" She exclaims.

Your heart drops to your stomach and your throat closes up, "I… I…"

"Aren't you working on this with Jungkook?" She continues to scold you, "How could both of you be so forgetful?"

"I don't know!" You finally cry out, "Shit!" And with that, you turn on your heel and break into a sprint.

"___!" She yells after you, "Where are you going?!"

"I don't know!" you yell over your shoulder, even as you continue to run down the street like a mad woman, "Fuck!"

You call Jungkook twice on your frantic trip home, but the calls go to voicemail. It's a Thursday afternoon, and you imagine that he must be at practice, since the big game is coming up in just two days, but you can't help but feel anxious. How could you have forgotten and put off this presentation until literally the day before it's due? It is unlike you to be so careless.

You nearly bodyslam some sisters out of the way when they take too long to move, and rush up the stairs of the sorority, taking two steps at a time. As soon as you enter your room, you throw yourself at your desk and anxiously boot up your laptop. You have no idea why Jungkook isn't picking up his phone, but you trust him to turn in his part for tomorrow morning. There's no way he could be as forgetful as you… right?

You stumble into class the next morning with a venti container of pure espresso in hand, sunglasses on your face to hide your bloodshot eyes.

"Oh god, what happened to you?" Yerin exclaims in alarm when you remove your glasses to reveal your swollen face.

"Sorry I can't be beautiful all the time," you quip as you stifle a yawn with the back of your hand, "I pulled an all-nighter trying to get this presentation together."

"Oh," Yerin's face furrows in sympathy, "Did Jungkook help you out at the end?"

"No," you groan, "I wasn't able to reach him all night… that bitch better have the greatest presentation of all time planned for today."

"Ah, you completed your parts separately?" Yerin asks, "Aren't you afraid that it will be disorganized?"

You shake your head, "Nah. I texted him very explicitly what he needed to finish. So it should be fine."

"Okay, but class is starting soon… Where is he?"

"He's always late," you attempt to defend him, "It's fine." But even as you speak, the tendrils of worry curl in your stomach. You anxiously glance at your phone, but before you can send him a text, Professor Cha steps to the front of the classroom and claps her hands to capture your attention.

"Ok, everyone. Let's get started with the presentations. Do I have any volunteers to go first?"

Embarrassed, you slowly slide down in your seat, trying to make yourself appear as small as possible as you nervously wait for Jungkook's arrival.

Except he never shows.

Your anxiety is at an all-time high when the groups finish their presentations one by one in the front of the classroom. You can't help but glance at the door every few seconds, hoping against reason that the dark-haired athlete will miraculously materialize in the room.

When the last group finishes their presentation, you're practically trembling with nerves. You slowly make your way to the front of the classroom, feeling on the verge of vomiting, and not even Yerin's quiet encouragement helps.

"Miss ___, where is your partner?" Professor Cha asks in surprise when she finds you standing alone next to the screen.

"Um… He's just a bit late," you mumble, uncharacteristically shy before the dozens of eyes trained on your figure, "I'm sure he'll show up though…"

"Miss ___, you do realize that this is a group grade, right?" She asks with a quirk of an eyebrow, "If your partner doesn't show, then both of you lose points on the presentation."

You gulp, "Y-yes. I am aware of that…"

The older woman nods, "Alright… Well, whenever you're ready, please proceed."

You take a moment to inhale through your nose, deeply unnerved by the full classroom of people scrutinizing your every move. You can feel the sweat beading at your forehead, but it'd be too embarrassing to wipe it in front of everyone, so you let it stay there as you fumble with connecting your laptop to the projector, "H-hi, everyone," you stammer, "My name is ___, and this is my presentation on Chang Eileen… Um, my partner, Jungkook, is running a bit late, but he should be here soon."

Forty pairs of impassive eyes stare back at you, so you quickly hasten to change the slide, "Anyways, let me start off with some background information on Miss Chang…"

As the minutes slip by, you grow more and more stressed. You try to focus on this presentation that you've spent so much time on, but you can't concentrate on anything other than the fact that you're alone onstage while the whole class judges you. Where is Jungkook? How could he do this to you? When he knew how important this was to you?

Your heart has permanently sunken to the pit of your stomach when you come to the last of your prepared slides. Your pulse is thundering and for a minute, it's hard to even breathe. As though expecting a miracle, you glance at the door one last time, praying that Jungkook will breeze right in with his easy-going smile. But you're not that lucky. You pause as you stare into the judgmental faces of your classmates. Then you resign yourself to your hopeless fate.

"A-and, um… That's it. Thank you."

There's a confused smattering of applause, nothing as exuberant as the what the other groups had received.

"Ah, Miss ___, you didn't address any of your author's contemporary works. Did you forget that half of the presentation was supposed to include a comprehensive literature review?" the professor asks.

You can only stare at your feet in shame, "Yes… I'm sorry, professor."

She simply clicks her tongue in blatant disapproval, "I see… You may sit down."

You lower your head as far as you possibly can as you drop back into your seat. But the embarrassment never leaves you.

"I'm fucked," you croak at Yerin.

She sympathetically rubs your back. But not even your closest friend can bear to lie to you.

"I'm going to fucking kill him," you growl as you make your way with Taehyung to the stadium for the big game the following morning, "I can't believe I have to go to this stupid fucking game when he couldn't even show up to a presentation worth twenty-five percent of our grade!"

Taehyung sympathetically squeezes your shoulder, "Have you spoken to him yet?" he asks as he hands the attendee the tickets.

"No. That bastard won't pick up his damn phone because he's a cowardly fool!"

"Or maybe it's because he had a game to worry about?" Taehyung wryly offers.

"No, I don't think that's it," you growl.

"Hey, where are you going?" he asks as you march right past him, "There are two seats right here."

"My friend's saving us seats near the bottom… Which is great, because I want to stare that bastard in the eye and make him feel guilty about even being born."

"This is a totally healthy method of communication," Taehyung sarcastically says, "You guys totally aren't in need of some major couple's counseling…"

"We're not a couple!" You bellow at him, attracting the attention of everyone around you. "Why does everyone think that?! We're not even friends, for god's sake!"

"Oh, ___!" A sweet voice calls out, interrupting your rant, "There you are!"

You turn your head to the side to find a pretty blonde girl waving at you a few rows down, "Ah, Yerin!" You happily wave back, "You saved us seats?"

"Yeah," she calls back, "Come down here!"

"Okay!" You sing as you cheerfully skip down the aisle to meet her, "Thanks for saving us seats, honey," you say as you swing your arms around her for a tight hug, "You must've gotten here so early to get such great seats."

"It wasn't that early," she says in embarrassment, "Besides, I knew how sleep-deprived you were, so you really needed to sleep in."

Your heart melts at her thoughtful action, "Aww, my sweet baby," you coo as you squish her to your chest, content to plant little kisses all over her cute face until the end of time.

Until Taehyung awkwardly interrupts with a little cough, "Um, hello, I'm Taehyung."

Yerin immediately reaches over to accept his offered hand, "Hi, my name is Yerin. It's nice to meet you."

Taehyung doesn't respond for a moment, uncharacteristically flustered. You frown at the way his gaze drops to his lap and he moistens his lips with his tongue. You're about to call him out for it, when Yerin suddenly gets to her feet.

"Oh, the game is starting soon. I'm going to run to the restroom real fast. Can you save my seat?"

"Of course, sweetheart," you coo, already covering her seat with your bag. You smile fondly after her retreating figure when Taehyung suddenly grabs you by the shoulder.

"___," he hisses at you in a low tone, "Why didn't you tell me that we were meeting up with your friend?"

"Huh? I mentioned it several times, actually!"

"Ok, maybe, but you didn't say that she was this cute!"

"Wait, what happened with Hoseok?" you ask in amusement.

"He's hot, I'll give him that," Taehyung begrudgingly admits, "But even I can acknowledge a lost cause when I see one."

"What do you mean by that?" you frown.

Taehyung shoots you a wry look, "Come on, we both saw the way he was looking at you," he says, "It's obvious that he'll never look at me that way, so why bother trying? It's pointless to chase after someone who will never reciprocate."

It feels like an unpleasant weight has dropped to the pit of your stomach as you process his words. You swallow tightly and break eye contact, "Yeah, you're right," you gruffly say, "So now it's Yerin?"

"Yes, she's so pretty and sweet, I thought my heart would burst!" he dramatically exclaims, "And if you would've just let me know in advance, like a good friend, I could've worn my gucci!"

"Wait, who said we were friends?" you deadpan.

He ignores you, "Why couldn't you have been a bud and told me to wear my new gucci loafers?!"

"Because they're ugly as hell," you inform him, "And besides, why do you care? Do you wanna date my baby or something?"

He cowers under your sudden death glare, perfectly aware of how overprotective you are of your girlfriends. Namjoon made the mistake of asking you for Mijoo's number last semester and you nearly roasted him alive. "Um… maybe…? I mean… no? I don't know!"

"Okay."

"I didn't mean it like that!" Taehyung cries out in fear, before your response finally settles in, "Wait… what did you say?"

You shrug, "If you want her number or something, I'll give it to you later… With her permission, of course."

Taehyung warily peeks at you through his fingers, "Wait… are you really offering to help set us up? Me with your precious baby?"

"Well, this isn't the damn feudal era. It's not like I can sell her for three cows… Although that would be nice…"

"You know what I meant!" He exclaims, "You'd be okay with it?"

You simply shrug again, "Yeah, why not? You're a pretty okay guy."

"Wow, that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me!" he exclaims in genuine delight.

You smile at his reaction, "It's true though. You're not as bad as the rest of them. I can trust you to treat my dearest Yerin well."

Taehyung cocks his head to the side in confusion over your cryptic words, but before he can question you, Yerin comes bouncing back, "Ooh guys, look! The game is just about to start!" she says, excitedly gesturing towards the field.

At that, your face hardens, "Look at that stupid smug dumbass brat," you mutter darkly under your breath as Jungkook walks out on the field with his teammates, "Coconut bitch."

Yerin glances over at you in concern, "Are you alright?"

You simply grunt as you dig out a notepad and a pen from your bag, "Yup. Just peachy…"

"Haha. Look at that clumsy fool," you snicker as Jungkook has the ball stolen from him for the umpteenth time.

Both Yerin and Taehyung look at you in surprise, "Why are you being so mean?"

"Yeah, whose side are you on anyways?" Taehyung adds, indignant.

"Oh please," you say with a roll of your eyes, "This big baby can handle a bit of my teasing. He's doing so well already. So whatever."

Yerin frowns in confusion, "___, what are you talking about? He's made so many mistakes today."

"Yeah, look at him," Taehyung says, pointing down at where Jungkook is streaking across the field, ball in possession, "He's really fucking up bad today."

"No way, he's by far the fastest. See, look at him run!"

Both of them turn to look at you at the same time, "Do you even know the rules of soccer?" Yerin murmurs in disbelief.

"___, he's been off-sides like six times now," Taehyung adds.

"What, is that like a bad thing?"

"…Why are you the sports reporter again?"

"Wait… so he's not supposed to run like that?"

Taehyung narrowly resists the urge to smack himself in the forehead, "No! He can't pass the last defender on the other team, or the ball goes back to the opponents. And he's missed most of Hoseok's passes… This is really bad."

"Oh shit…" you curse under your breath, brow furrowing as you finally realize the severity of the situation, "And this is such an important game… There are recruiters attending…"

"Wait, what?"

"Nothing!" you quickly say, turning your attention back to the game. Now that you're aware of the rules, you can confirm that Jungkook really isn't playing his best… And even from your distance up in the stands, you notice his frustration in the stiffness and the hard line of his jaw. You glance back at the scoreboard and your chest tightens when you realize that they're down by one goal… Jungkook and his team can still catch up, and he can still impress the recruiters, right?

Stressed beyond belief, you gnaw your bottom lip and sit straighter in your seat as you anxiously focus in on the game.

Half an hour later and the two teams are finally tied. Unfortunately, it's no thanks to Jungkook. He misses both of his shots to the goal, and not a single one of them are anywhere close. Luckily, Hoseok steals away the ball at around the 75-minute mark and manages to impressively dribble the ball all the way from midfield into the goal, sliding past nearly four different defenders. It ties the game, and then they advance to the free kick.

The tension is at an all-time high in the stadium. As unfamiliar with the game as you are, you find yourself biting your nails as you anxiously watch the action below. Losing a coin flip, the opposing team begins first. And the whole arena erupts into mutual groans of disappointment when the first kicker easily makes it past the goalie.

Then, it's your team's turn. Hoseok, as the team captain, starts off as the first of the five players from his team for the free kick. The talented redhead stops in front of the goal, carefully planting the ball in place before appraising the other team's goalie. There's a moment of silence as he knits his brow in concentration. Then, quicker than the eye can perceive, he suddenly jumps into action. The ball is neatly at the back of the net by the time anyone notices what happened.

As though of one mind, the entire stadium bursts into cheers. But you can't bring yourself to feel at ease until the next two opponent's players miss and your team scores again. The score is now 2-1 and you slump a little in relief, smiling at Yerin as she turns to reassuringly squeeze your shoulder. You force the negative thoughts out of your mind as you watch the remainder of the free kicks with a lightened heart… Until the next two players on your team miss… and the opposing team makes the last shot…

You're now trailing 2-3. Your team has to make another goal just to tie with the opposing team and enter the sudden death round. The arena seems to quiet with apprehension and everyone around you in the crowd begins to murmur prayers under their breath. You're right there with them, chest tight and sweat beading at your forehead as you clasp your hands together tightly and pray for a miracle.

It seems as though your prayers are answered for at that moment, your salvation arrives in the form of Jeon Jungkook strolling across the field as the last kicker. It feels as though the entire stadium heaves a sigh of relief. This is everyone's beloved idol—the highest scorer in the entire district and the superstar leading the school to victory for the first time in decades. As long as you have Jungkook, you're fine. You're all in good hands.

You exhale deeply as you lean back in your seat, consciously unclenched your balled-up fists. Everything is going to be fine.

Everyone is visibly relaxed as Jungkook sets up the ball in front of the goalie and carefully takes three long strides back. He might not have been playing his best this game, but this is Jeon Jungkook. He can't do any wrong.

Jungkook visibly sucks a deep breath through his teeth down on the field, then lightly jogs the one, two, three steps to the ball. His foot meets the ball in a loud punch that echoes throughout the eerily silent stadium…

Followed by a metallic clink as the ball promptly smashes against the post, flying far away from the goal. There's a moment of hushed disbelief in the stadium. Then, the opposing team promptly bursts into rowdy cheers. You watch in stunned silence as the boys happily hoist each other up and rip off their shirts in celebration.

Then your eyes dart back down to where the players on your school's team half-heartedly pat each other on the back and congratulate the winning team. You turn to Yerin and Taehyung with wide eyes.

"What the hell just happened?"

"Hey guys, let's go to the back and talk to the team," Taehyung suggests when the three of you finally recover from the shock to begin trickling out of the arena.

"Isn't that a bit weird?" You say, balking at the very thought.

"No, that sounds like a great idea!" Yerin pipes up, eyes shining at the idea of meeting all those athletes, "___, can we please go?"

"Ah, I don't know. Shouldn't we give them a bit of space?" you hesitate.

"I think it'll be good for us to give them a bit of support after that upset," Taehyung argues, "Don't you think it'll be a nice thing to do?"

"Yeah, please ___?" Yerin is practically whining at this point, "We really should go! You can even curse out Jungkook or whatever you want there."

You purse your lips into a thin line, but can't help but begrudgingly agree, "Fine," you grit out, "Let's just get this over with."

Moments later, the three of you stream down the hall where the home team exited the field from. Your stomach flips at the sight of Jungkook leaning against the wall, talking to a few girls who you recognize from your sorority.

Yerin notices you hesitating in the hallway and slips her arm into yours, "What's wrong, ___? Let's go talk to him."

But you shake your head, strangely discomforted by the whole situation, "Nah. I'm not feeling well. I'll wait for you guys outside."

Taehyung looks a bit perplexed, but Yerin is too excited to stop and question you, "Okay, we won't take long."

And with that the two of them happily jog away to greet Jungkook and the sorority sisters. You freeze when the tall redhead in the group turns, revealing herself as Hyejin. Surprised, you instantly duck behind the door to peek at them from a distance. You've gotten into enough trouble with your sorority sister over the past few weeks, and you don't want her to think that you're trying to steal Jungkook or anything ridiculous like that… again.

From down the hall, you can hear their conversation as clear as day. It's really just frivolous, with the sorority girls whining over the unfairness of the game and Taehyung patting Jungkook on the back and telling him there will be other games. Yerin is a little better.

"You played well, Jungkook," she tells him with the sweetest of smiles.

"Not that well," he says with a humorless laugh, "I kinda fucked up the game for everyone."

This is met with a chorus of protests from the entourage surrounding him, "No way!" Taehyung exclaims in horror.

"This was like no big deal!" Hyejin adds, "You really can't blame yourself!"

"Yeah, it was just a bad day," her friend says.

Jungkook smiles the entire time, but you know him well enough to see that the smile doesn't reach his eyes, "Thanks guys," he says, "But you should go on in and say hi to the other members. They'd really appreciate it."

The group mumbles their assent before they begin filing into the building. But Hyejin pauses by the door when she notices Jungkook still lingering in the hall, "Are you coming, honey?"

He offers her a tight smile, "I'll catch up."

"Alright, but don't keep me waiting too long," the beautiful redhead grins, and with a flirty wave of her hand, she disappears into the building.

As soon as she's gone, Jungkook crumples against the wall, head held in his hands. It's such a shocking 180-degree change that you're unsure what to do. Unlike how he looked during the game, dominating the field, he's practically curled up into his dirty, wrinkled uniform now. He looks so damn broken, just leaning against the cement as though his body will no longer support his weight. You've never see the bigger-than-life star athlete look so small before. And it breaks your heart.

You know more than anyone else what this means to him. Jungkook isn't the type to talk about his emotions that easily. And the fact that he told you about his worries and how important this was to him… The recruiters were there today. And he fucked up in front of all of them.

As though possessed, you find yourself stumbling forward into the hallway. The logical part of your mind curses you for this mystifying behavior. What are you even doing? This is clearly an uncomfortable situation for the both of you. And now he's going to know that you were eavesdropping on him like some kind of stalker… You really should've just left when you had the chance… But now it's too late and Jungkook has noticed your approach.

It's striking how he instantly tenses up when he recognizes you. It's so different from the friendly greeting he offered Yerin and the others, the way he eyes you with cold distrust. His jaw tightens and his hands subconsciously ball into fists, as though he's anticipating a fight.

"___," he murmurs your name in a dark voice, "Listen, I really don't have the time for this. Can we talk about this tomorrow or something?"

It suddenly occurs to you that he thinks that you're talking about the creative writing project… That you're here to scold him and make him feel worse, even in his vulnerable state.

You stand there for a tense second that stretches on for what feels like forever, helpless but to stare at him while he watches you back with guarded, suspicious eyes. And then you move forward again.

Jungkook exhales in frustration as he realizes that you're not letting up, "Okay fine, I'm sorry, alright? I am a disgusting fucking bastard and you have every right to—oh," he grunts in surprise when you suddenly spring forward to grab him.

He stiffens under your unexpected aggression, as though expecting an actual attack, and it takes him a long three seconds to realize that you're not actually hitting him… You're… you're embracing him.

More confused than he's ever been in his life, he nevertheless lowers his fists back to his sides and slowly unclenches them so that he can awkwardly pat your back. When have you ever willingly hugged him like this? It's so strange that Jungkook doesn't know what to do with himself.

"___?" he calls out your name in a quiet voice, "What are you doing?"

But you ignore him and bury your face in his chest as you cling onto him harder. He smells like sweat and the dirty grass of the field. But underneath it all, he still smells like Jungkook. And you delve your nose deeper, seeking out that familiar scent.

There's a moment of strained silence.

Then, Jungkook slowly relaxes, inch by inch, into your tight embrace. Still bewildered beyond belief, he nevertheless wraps his arms around your shoulders and pulls you more comfortably against him. You're so relieved that he hasn't pushed you away like you expected that you push in closer towards him. Soon, the two of you are so intertwined that you can hear the hard pitter-patter of his heart as it beats against his ribcage, inches from your face. You're so close to him that you can feel his every breath and the way the air empties and fills his lungs in a never-ending cycle like rhythmic waves beating against the shore.

He disintegrates further after a minute of this, muscles loosening and whole body growing slack as he rests his head heavily on top of yours. He's taller than you, and has his arms surrounding your figure while you can only cling to his waist. But still, it's obvious that you are the one holding him, and not the other way around.

Another minute, and he has all but melted into you, body bending like putty under your touch. He's clinging onto you at this point, desperate for your warmth as he digs his fingers into the fabric of your clothing and presses you hard against his heart. You allow him to, eagerly allowing him any comfort you can give as you tighten your hold around his waist and simply breathe him in.

It's impossible to tell how long you stand there in the cold alleyway, allowing Jungkook to hold onto you with such raw desperation that it's contagious. You clutch onto him in return, stroking your hands gently over the tensed expanse of his back and soothing him over your unspoken words of comfort. Words that would instantly break the spell if voiced out loud.

He holds you like a man drowning, and you're the life preserver. He holds you like you're a precious treasure that he will never let go. You can't remember the last time you've been touched like this—if you ever have, that is—and his pain seeps from his skin into yours until you can't tell what's his and what's yours.

For this moment in time… in this dirty, forlorn alleyway, the two of you have reached a tacit understanding that transcends the need for words. For this moment in time, you have melded into a single entity, connected by one beating heart. You can't feel the wintry air whipping in your face or the discomfort of his filthy uniform staining your clean clothes. You can't feel anything but the heat of his body against yours, the feeling washing away every other sensation.

There is something tying you to him in ways you can't explain. But you know he feels it too.

But then, you hear the sound of footsteps beyond the closed door.

You break from Jungkook's hold so quickly that you nearly send the both of you flying. Somehow, you're more paranoid about being caught in this seemingly platonic embrace than you would in an illicit affair. For indescribable reasons, this feels more intimate. Your heart pounding in your chest, you rapidly turn on your heel to flee for your life.

"Wait!" Jungkook calls out in surprise, "___, where are you going?"

But at that moment, a group of people come streaming out of the building, "Oh, Jungkook? What are you still doing here?"

"Yeah, it's really cold out here," Hyejin says, cutely reaching over to grab at Jungkook's arm, "Let's go inside."

Still, he hesitates, trying to peer around the corner for you, but you're long gone, "Okay," he agrees. He has no idea what the fuck just happened in this alleyway. He's still reeling from the experience, and trying his best not to feel disappointed by the fact that you didn't even look back.

With a forced smile, he follows them back into the building. Because they're right. It is quite cold outside… now that you're gone.

A/N: I’m sorry that the chapter got away from me and became much different than I was originally planning towards the end... But after this terrible week, it was such an emotional catharsis writing this and I hope that you guys can feel the same relief I did when reading it.

As always, please don’t ask me about updates and Happy Holidays! Take care of yourselves and dress warmly <3

#new rules #jungkook scenarios #jungkook scenario #bts scenarios #noonanet

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fatstevewrites · 6 years

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For writers: How NOT To Write Dialog

Hey, guys! Like... All three of you. Content has not been forthcoming because the past few months have been kinda crazy. First, Best Buy got weird. Then, I went full-time at Allegory, and quit Best Buy, and it was weird getting used to long days and consistent scheduling, and I had a bunch of stuff to catch up on at home. Which I didn’t, because of course I didn’t. And now, thanks to some financial crises coming up all at the same time, I’m being laid-off at Allegory at the end of the month. Yay, stress-induced mouth sores and motor tics! My favorite! So, this all means that I’m losing my job and my schedule stability, I haven’t cleaned my house properly for a month, it’s finally stopped raining and my lawn desperately needs to be mowed. Sounds to me like the perfect time to write another blog post! Today, I’d like to talk about writing, from the perspective of a reader. As an aspiring writer, I read. A lot. A really, really huge lot. Part of why I have such a hard time getting anything done, in fact. I recommend this personality defect to everyone, it makes you smarter than TV will, in addition to being drastically more useful to someone trying to learn how to write, themselves. Writing is, at its heart, specifically for reading, isn’t it? However, it’s also true that there’s no small number of things amateur writers can do to make themselves look like they need to read a little bit more. That’s why today, I’m going to talk about a few things writers often do that consistently take me out of the writing, specifically involving dialog. 1. Ridiculous children’s dialog. Children are young and inexperienced, and as a result, their dialog is going to quite often sound very different from adults. However, since “young and inexperienced” does not universally translate to “severely mentally disabled”, there are some wrong ways to do this. Keep in mind when writing a child, what age and sex they are, what sorts of words they should (and shouldn’t) be using, what sorts of grammatical and pronunciation corruptions they should be using, so on, so forth. WHen in doubt, look up videos of children from the associated age range on YouTube. It’s very difficult to take your child character at face value if they’re 13 and everyone accepts their inability to pronounce the letter R as an artifact of their youth, and not a legitimate speech impediment. Your contemporary 4-year-old is probably not going to come across as believable if they never use contractions and they address their parents as “mother” and “father” rather than the significantly easier to pronounce “mommy” and “daddy”. That shit is creepy. If that’s what you’re going for, great! But more often than not, you probably aren’t. Perhaps the most important, is in hyper-pluralization. WHen children learn a grammatical rule, they try to apply it as a blanket across all examples they see. For example, words like “mice”, “geese”, “deer” et. al, usually get redundantly or incorrectly pluralized to something like “mouses”, “geeses”, “deers”, so on, so forth. What this DOESN’T mean, however, is sprinkling extra letter S’s into every second or third word of the dialog. If yours child characters is talkings like this, that’s not Timmy Toddler you’ve just written, that’s Skwisgaar Skwigelf. 2. Hyper-formal speech for no good reason. I always found the most unnerving, jarring, uncanny-valley part of The Matrix trilogy to be the parts where the characters are in the distant future, living in a grimy underground city, eating recycled protein paste and rubbing their USB ports together in carved-out stone alcove beds, but suddenly everyone has forgotten how to use contractions, and their vocabulary choice makes them sound like they’re reading off of a formal business letter. It gets even worse when you watch movies like Battlefield Earth, where the unwashed post-apocalyptic masses don’t even have the benefit of learning how to speak in such a stilted manner while plugged into giant cornstalks. It’s weird and it’s jarring, not old-timey and proper. This goes for all time periods, but especially for contemporary and futuristic. People are lazy. The internet, the biggest and most gloriously complex invention mankind has ever conceived of, was originally drawn up by college professors who didn’t want to get up out of their chair and use two different computers. It’s hard to believe that as time goes by, people will resort to more complicated and time-consuming speech patterns just for the hell of it.

3. Middle-English pronoun abuse. If you’re trying to write Middle English, on the other hand, don’t just sprinkle in the flowery pronouns to sound pretty. There are appropriate times to use thee, thou, thy, thine, and ye, and they are not interchangeable, and it’s *really* embarrassing to use them incorrectly and have someone who understands them, have absolutely no idea what you’re trying to say. I won’t go too deep into grammar and specific use, but a simple reader’s digest is that “thou” and “thee” are simple second-person pronouns, subject and object respectively, “thy” and “thine” are possessive forms, and “ye” is the plural. There are a whole bunch of really good, quick-and-easy guides on when to use these pronouns, along with more Middle English stuff such as early contractions and grammatical corruptions that sound cool and help to add immersion to your work. Since it really is sort of a different language, it’s important to understand it before trying to write it. The alternative is to just keep being the literary equivalent of that pixie-cut mommy type driving the burgundy GMC Acadia with an unrealistically large stick figure family and “LIVE LAUGH LOVE” on the liftgate window, who tries to communicate with the Latino cashier at Best Buy by adding “el” to the beginning of every word and ending them all with “-o”. 4. Stammering. Like, a whole lot. Emotion in dialog is a funny thing. When the word choice and punctuation are just right, and the line breaks reflect pauses and body language, the reader can really be drawn in and feel like part of the story. On the other hand, some people just make everyone fucking stammer all the time like the poor character has just finished recovering from a stroke. I don’t know about you, but that *really* takes me out of the moment. This is especially common when a character is being portrayed as shy or nervous, and for some reason, amateur writers seem to like to turn the stammer dial up to 11 when writing dialog for a sexually submissive character in an erotic scene or story. In these situations especially, it makes absolutely no sense. If your character doesn’t have some sort of neurological disorder or a severe stutter, and isn’t freezing to death, th-then th-th-they sh-shouldn’t b-b-b-be t-talking l-li-like th-this. Normal people will stutter or slip in speech once in a while, especially when they’re stressed or excited, but sounding like Porky the Pig is not normal, and it certainly is not sexy. Seriously, think to yourself for a moment. When’s the last time you heard a real person, excluding those dealing with an actual stutter, or currently dying from hypothermia, who sounded like that? And no, the token shy new kid in the latest Fantasy-Themed High-School Of The Week anime doesn’t count as a real person. 5. Obtuse F-bomb surrogacy. This is almost exclusively within the realm of sci-fi, generally limited to young authors attempting to be edgy but worried their friends or family might see their work and think they’re uncreative or vulgar. It’s happened a bunch on network television, as well, but the extent is quite different. Imagine a dark and serious sci-fi adventure following the exploits of a sexy cyborg mercenary badass involving gratuitous, graphic violence, complicated, deep adult themes, and occasionally even fairly explicit sexuality, and the strangely incongruent use of hyper-sanitized nonsense versions of contemporary profanity. One moment, our heroine is murdering a band of armed thugs with a piece of broken pipe, and the next, she’s telling someone to go frell themself, or that she can’t find her fracking space helmet. It’s true, language changes. New words replace old words, the meaning and common use of such words changes and evolves to suit society’s agreed-upon use of said words. However, I promise you that this isn’t going to happen to “fuck” for a very, very long time. The word “fuck” has been in documented use in current form since as early as the 12th century, and came into relatively common use as early as the 14th. If we’re using the word in essentially the same context with virtually the same meaning more than 700 years later, and it only gets more popular, more widespread, and more socially acceptable by the day, it stands to reason that another 700 years probably won’t have a huge effect on its linguistic use as the ultimate profanity multitool. To keep it right to the point, your audience (me) is going to find the tone bizarrely discontinuous if you’re fine writing about some very dark, adult themes involving graphic violence, death, and eroticism all silhouetted against the backdrop of a grand battle to rescue humanity from the brink of cosmic oblivion, but your protagonist isn’t allowed to scream “Fuck” at the top of his lungs when he stubs his toe. You know, like normal human beings do. If you’re concerned about being seen as vulgar or uncreative with your dialog choice, then maybe use some other words in addition to “fuck”, like normal people also do. And on the off chance you’re writing for younger audiences who shouldn’t really be seeing that kind of language per modern social standards, then perhaps the adult themes, graphic violence and eroticism were a bad place to start. Just say “Fuck”. By not showing these issues in your writing, regardless of whether that’s by not having done them in the first place, or by eliminating the ones you find yourself guilty of, you make your dialog dramatically more relatable and more readable, and by extension, you and your work look a whole lot more professional. So, now that that’s done, I’d like to talk about my own writing project a little bit. It’s a long time in the making, a science fiction piece involving heavy cyberpunk and space opera themes, centered around historical allegory. Imagine about 600 years in the future, where mankind has industrialized, though maybe not perfected, long-range, faster-than-light space travel. Finding habitable planets to colonize is hard and costly and time-consuming, and terraforming planets to make them more suitable for human life is only slightly less so. In 2686, humanity is only a scant 45 years past its first large-scale interstellar war, which has just totally decimated the economy of the Core Systems, the nation which really kinda started the whole thing as a land grab. Clifford Cryer is an aging private security contractor who, aside from heavy cybernetic alteration, is not quite human. His entire subspecies was genetically for the purpose of reinforcing dwindling troop reserves during the latter half of the war, and when they came home after the Core Systems surrendered, the economy didn’t really know what to do with them. With each passing day, the sentiment against the cruel and excessive sanctions placed on the Core Systems by their enemies in the previous war cause public sentiment to grow against foreigners and nonhumans, and things take a turn for worse when his home is rocked by a massive terrorist bombing. As a result, Cryer is framed as one of the perpetrators in a massive conspiracy, forcing him to decide whether it’s more important to him to fight for survival, or to fight for the truth.

#writing #fiction #new author #writing advice #scifi

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bestfriendforhire · 4 years

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Children of BFFH, Entry 63

I woke up in a room I didn’t recognize. Where was I? Looking around, I realized that my cousin, Crystal, was next to me. Was this her house? Searching nearby for anything that seemed threatening, I blinked in surprise when I recognized the stairs in the distance. This was Crystal’s home. I had stayed the night here? That was weird… At least, I was fairly certain that hadn’t happened before. Crystal preferred staying over at my home.

I cast a quick cleaning spell on myself, and looked around. Where were my glasses? Mila would know why I was here. Frowning, I considered where I would probably place glasses. In my room, they’d be on the desk to my right every morning, but there was a window on my right here. Were they on the window sill? Carefully stepping over my cousin, I checked all around the window, and then on the end table. Noticing a sofa table behind the sofa, I checked that too without any luck.

Sighing, I gave up the search, hoping Crystal would know. Unlike me, her memory was normal. I frowned again when I realized that I needed to keep focus on my wait, lest I’d forget that I had already given up searching. That really wasn’t a memory I needed to keep, but maybe I’d at least remember this layout of the living room? Why had they changed it? Wait wait. I’m done searching for my glasses. I’m done searching for my glasses.

There was no chance of me knowing how much time had passed when Crystal finally rolled over, but I did find my glasses. She had squished them in the night. Had I loaned them to her, or had she planned on keeping them safe for me? Reaching around her, I carefully collected the pieces and tried wearing the broken frame to see if there was still a connection. Sadly, there didn’t seem to be. I stopped telling myself that I wasn’t searching for my glasses and started telling myself that my glasses were broken… Then I started wondering if I’d wake every day thinking that my glasses were broken if I remember that they were broken.

Hearing movement on the stairs, I grinned and hurried over to greet Uncle Tom or Aunt Jamie, casting a quick spell to keep my movement muffled, because Crystal was sleeping. Wait. No spells here. I cancelled the spell as I arrived. There were far too many things that I was trying to remember at the moment. Realizing there was something in my hand, I looked down only to find that my glasses were broken. Great.

“Good morning, Ella! I always forget how early people wake up in your home. Is Crystal up too?” asked Aunt Jamie as she gave me a hug.

Shaking my head, I stopped trying to remember that she was sleeping. There was little chance that I’d make too much noise. “Umm… My glasses are broken.” I confessed, holding them up for her to see.

“Do you have a spare pair in your backpack? Your parents seem to give you spares of everything.” she reminded me.

“Oh! Where’s my backpack?” I asked hopefully.

“Up in Crystal’s room. Need me to show you the way?” she questioned, looking concerned.

Shaking my head, I told her “No. I have good memories here. I’d only forget if you redecorated.”

“That explains the living room.” she told me, frowning.

“What about it?” I asked, a little worried that they had changed it.

“Nothing to worry about, dear. Go get your glasses from the backpack in Crystal’s room before you forget.” she told me. “I’ll start getting breakfast ready.”

“Oh! Let me help when I get back!” I exclaimed excitedly.

She looked up over my head for a second with a slightly worried expression, sighed, and said, “That’d be lovely, but try to remember to be quiet.”

I nodded, focusing on being quiet and that I needed to get to my backpack for glasses. Then I hurried past her and up the stairs. Finding my backpack only took a moment, and retrieving my glasses took even less time. “Momma Mila, mind reminding me to be quiet and to help cook breakfast when I get downstairs?” Reminders instantly appeared on the lenses, along with notifications that I had messages.

One message was from Mommy, reminding me that I was at a sleepover. She had probably forgotten too. Another was from Aspy, showing what he and Dea had done last night in Ancient Tribes of Earth. Then there was one from Daddy, telling me that he’d drop off another spare pair of glasses on his way to a job today. I wished I could hug him already. Noticing the reminders, I quickly hurried downstairs while trying to be quiet.

“You found them!” whispered Aunt Jamie.

“Found what?” I asked, feeling a little confused. Was I supposed to bring something to her. Thinking of the plurals I could see on my person, I doubted I had gone for socks or pants, so maybe my glasses had gone missing? I was very glad to have those. Aunt Jamie would worry about me forgetting them, so that made sense. “Glasses?” I guessed aloud.

She nodded, smiling at me. “I remember your mom telling me that you do some cooking as part of your schooling. What do you feel comfortable doing?”

Looking at what was on the counter, I told her “Looks like you’re making waffles. If you have a pie crust and we have an hour, I could make a quiche. I know many scrambled egg recipes. If you have avocados, we could always stuff an avocado with eggs, bacon, breakfast sausage, and/or ham. Maybe put some chives on top as a garnish? Then there’s…”

“Whoa-whoa. You remember how to make all of that?” she questioned in surprise.

“Umm… I know all of those can be made with what’s here, and a little extra for the quiche.” I replied. “There are plenty more ideas too if you’d prefer something fancy.”

“Does Mila teach you cooking?” she asked.

“Momma Mila acts as the primary sous chef in the kitchen, but Chef Marco does most of the cooking lessons.” I explained, surprised she didn’t know.

“All of you kids are trained by Marco?” she repeated, still sounding surprised.

“Yes. Why?” I questioned, not understanding what was wrong.

“Mind if I watch you make breakfast?” she questioned, stepping around the counter to sit on a stool.

Shrugging, I said, “No. I don’t mind. What would you like?”

“Surprise me.” she told me with a grin. “And let me know if you need anything.”

“Okay.” I replied with a nod. Then I said, “Momma Mila, please note all of the ingredients for me.” I checked the fridge, freezer, and pantry to let her get a view, and smiled as I read through the itemized list. After discussing time allowed and being reminded for how many I was cooking, I had Mila start the timer, glad she reminded me why I didn’t have my chef’s hat. We were having cinnamon rolls as waffles with Chef Marco’s third frosting recipe. Then there would be a simple egg scramble with potato wedges, bacon, sausage, peppers, and onions.

“That smells delicious! Ella, you can cook?” questioned Crystal, surprising me.

“Of course.” I told her, quickly turning back to the food I smelled cooking. There was a simple egg scramble almost done… and I also smelled… Checking my glasses, I saw a timer for what had to be cinnamon roll waffles. Keeping my focus was harder than normal with Crystal and Aunt Jamie talking about me, but I managed.

Just as I took off the 3rd waffle, Uncle Tom came into the room, saying, “You’re letting Ella cook? Did she do all of this?”

All of what? I looked at the stove and counter, and didn’t really see that much happening. Had he not seen a kitchen at work before? Compared with home, this was barely any food. Wondering if I should apologize, I got the final waffle started and prepared the plates, carefully spreading the frosting mix on each of the waffles.

As I handed over the first plate, I said, “Sorry if the waffles are slightly cool. I usually use the warmer to keep things the right temperature, and the oven may have dried them a little, but I’m hoping the frosting will bring enough moisture.”

Crystal laughed as her parents stared at me, but I went back to finish the last waffle. Oh. This one was for me! The notification was blinking on my glasses with the last few seconds counting down. Once the plate was set, I stuck it in the oven as I started the initial cleanup.

“Ella! Don’t worry about cleaning. You’ve done plenty!” insisted Aunt Jamie to my surprise.

Chef Marco’s words about the importance of a tidy kitchen nearly escaped my lips, but I managed to instead say, “Thank you, Aunt Jamie.” Thanks to Mila, I even remembered where my food was.

“No, thank you, Ella!” exclaimed Uncle Tom. “If we had known you were this good at cooking, we’d have been asking you to come cook for us occasionally!” he teased between bites while Aunt Jamie nodded in agreement.

“Don’t I have the coolest cousin around?” asked Crystal after swallowing the cinnamon roll she had been chewing.

“I doubt it.” I told her honestly, thinking about my friends at home. While she rolled her eyes and laughed, I found myself wishing I could show them more, but even I remembered that they were safer without knowing about magic.

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phccnix-blog · 7 years

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Things Asked During Sex Ed

“If I go in the bathroom and jerk off, then touch the doorknob to get out of the bathroom...then my mom touches the doorknob while going into the bathroom and fingers herself- can I get her pregnant?”

“OK what if I'm in a hot tub with 50 guys and they all ejaculate at the exact same time, then can I get pregnant?”

“If you're having anal sex with a girl and she farts, will your testicles explode?”

“If my dick is long enough, can it puncture a girl's stomach (through vaginal intercourse) and murder her?”

“Uterus? Isn't that the thing that cows have?”

“Why does it hurt when you get shampoo in your dick hole?”

“Why do flavoured condoms exist?”

“If a girl has her nipples pierced, does the milk come out like a sprinkler?”

“Can I give myself an STD from masturbating?”

“Can we get a demonstration?”

“If you put cum in your hair does it make it shinier?”

“Where does the penis bone go after your boner goes away”

“What if your having sex and then you released your semen into one girls mouth and then she passes it into another girls mouth and then they spit it into each other's vaginas? Can they both get pregnant?”

“WHAT’S A BONER?”

“Why are my periods green?”

“How come every time I ejaculate my balls shrivel up like a frightened turtle?”

“Eww, what turned this one black?”

“Does a longer penis mean more chance of conception because the sperm has less distance to travel?”

“So, do I eat it now?”

“Butt stuff?”

“Why do people make noise/moan while.. you know…?”

"Is it a dick move to piss in the girl because the toilet is really really far away?"

"Wait that's what crabs look like?"

"Well if the vagina has acid why don’t girls fingers get burned off?"

“Is it masturbation or incest if you have sex with your clone?”

“Do guys have periods?”

"Is it wrong to masturbate while holding a picture of Jesus?"

“Can I get pregnant from oral sex?”

"Is a solid kick to the stomach a viable method of abortion?"

"If I'm caught masturbating during a test, does that count as cheating?"

"Why did god make me gay?"

"Is a snickers wrapper an appropriate substitute for a condom?"

“How does sex feel?”

“Will we have a practical exam?”

“What if we get an erection when we play golf?”

"Whenever we're all showering, I notice that my dads wiener is way bigger than mine. Will it ever grow or just stay tiny forever?"

“Can you get a girl pregnant from cumming In her butt?”

"What does 'cumdumpster' mean?"

“Masturbation?”

“How do Daddy-long-legs reproduce if they're all Daddy's?”

"What do they do with your virginity once they take it?"

"Why does it hurt when you bend your penis?"

“Can you show us how to put the condom on the banana with your mouth?”

"So, what you're saying is.. I was the uber sperm Of my dads load?"

"If you have a coca-cola flavoured condom, do you have a coca-cola flavoured baby?"

“Wait, what’s a vagina?”

"Is it cannibalism to swallow semen?"

"What's a penis on the Mohs Hardness Scale?"

"What does all of this have to do with Bill Clinton?"

"Why does the diagram only have 2 testicles?"

“So if the sperm takes 3 to 4 days to get to the egg, does that mean the penis has to be inside all that time?”

"How many men can fit into a whale's vagina?"

“Why does the penis have to be hard to go in?”

"What's it mean when Daddy ties up Mommy and uses his belt on her like he does on me when I'm trouble? They're having sex but she's getting punished? What does that mean?"

What STD's can you get from phone sex?

“Do we manually insert placentas into women so the baby can grow?”

“Is breast milk skim or 2% milk?”

“If both participants were wearing gender specific condoms and using lube, could it start a fire?”

"Is it gay to have anal sex with a woman because males have assholes too?"

"What does cum taste like?"

"What happens when two people who both have aids have sex?"

"How can something so wrong feel so good?"

"If you get pregnant next to a microwave, will the baby have radiation poisoning?"

"Can you run a car off of fart gas?!"

"If I put hot sauce on my penis and get a girl pregnant, will the baby be a Mexican"?

"Vulva... Isn't that a car?"

“Can you get your virginity back?”

"CAN YOU DIE?"

"Yo! If you getcho thang shot off in a war, can you getchoself an artificial dangalang?"

"Who are the anal sex police? Do they just be creeping up in your yard and peeping through the window to make sure you're not sticking it in her booty hole?"

"How much masturbation is too much masturbation?"

"Will it get stuck?"

"Would you break your neck if you sucked yourself"

“If God didn't want us to eat it then why'd he make it look like a taco?!"

“YO! ARE YOU PREGNANT, OR JUST FAT?!"

“Wait so what is a sperm whale made of?"

"Have you had sex?”

"If you have sex with a pregnant woman could you get the baby pregnant?"

“Can excessive masturbation delay puberty?”

"So... what if the snake is too big for the hole?"

"WAIT! How do you have an orgasm from having a dick in your mouth?!"

"Is sperm considered kosher?"

"Do sperm have faces?"

"If you have sex with a pregnant woman, can the baby reach out and grab your penis?"

"Does superman have supersperm?"

"So if you have herpes and you jerk off and get jizz on your hands, then you answer the phone and get jizz on the phone by accident, can the next person who uses the phone get herpes from it?"

"Do the balls go in too?"

"Can you get pregnant through the belly button?"

"Will my hair down there keep growing and need the barber to cut it like the hair on top of my head?"

"When am I gonna get MY period, huh??"

"Ahhh yes I know you pee on the girl, but where do you pee?"

"Why can't a guy get pregnant? What if he tries, really, really hard?"

“If a woman has sex with a dog will she have puppies?”

"I'm ready to have sex but my condom hasn't grown yet? When will I be able to grow my condom?"

"Why do gay people have to wear condoms? They can't get pregnant!"

"How big is a whale's penis?"

"Should I wear a condom while masturbating in case someone sits by were I came and gets pregnant?"

"Can you get an STD from having sex with a dead body that has it?"

"Is it true that the baby comes out looking most like the parent who worked the hardest during sex?"

“Can you use a lobster as a condom?”

“Is poop a good lube?”

"So does that mean you cant bust a nut?"

"Can you make cheese out of breast milk?"

“If you and your partner both have the same STD does it cancel out like PEMDAS or something?”

"Is the plural of penis peni?"

"What happens if someone is born with both the gun an' the holster?"

"How does the lady get something the size of a watermelon out of a hole the size of a lemon?"

"What's the deal with tampons? Whadu they do shove em up their butt or sumpin?"

"So, if I squeeze one of my balls when I cum, I'll be able to decide the sex of my kid?"

“Does your dick ever stop growing? I had a dream where mine was giant.”

"Okay, say you're nailing this chick and your sack hits her ass, does it retard the sperm?"

“Do boobs help you swim?”

"So what's abstinence?"

"If you're having sex really hard, can your penis break off?”

"Can balls pop?"

"Why is called a blowjob if you suck?"

"When do boys get their penis?"

"What's a ho?"

“If I finger a girl and then eat nachos can I get aids.”

“Do girls have uteruses all the time?”

"So what exactly are these vaginal fluids?"

“Is it necrophilia if she dies during sex?”

“You said every man has a penis. Does that mean even JESUS had a penis?"

“How do you make love to a woman in a wheelchair?”

“Does vaginal discharge involve electricity?”

"If you punch a woman in the stomach and she has twins or triplets will all the babies shoot out like bullets?"

"What's the chemical composition of cum?"

"If a girl has braces, can it rip your dickskin like a chess grater?"

"Why does it hurt when you pee after sex?"

"Can you get aids if you lick poop off of a bathroom stall?"

"Is that a technical term?"

"when a girl does anal is poop?”

"Can you use semen to clear acne?"

"So is it possible to stimulate the penis and ejaculate WITHOUT having sex?"

"I heard octupuses have 8 testicles. Is that true?"

"Can you make bread out of a yeast infection?"

"If you blow into one nipple will the other boob inflate?"

"I heard that if you shove 6 red skittles up your vagina and let them dissolve before having sex you won't get pregnant. Is that true?"

"If I inject LSD into my testicles will my penis hallucinate?"

"Do girls pee out of their clitoris?"

"Can a hermaphrodite get itself pregnant?"

"Does the penis get attached after birth?"

"Could you explain again why they cut their willies off?"

“Sex?”

"If a girl didn't use a condom, can she do jumping Jack's to not get pregnant?"

"do animals do it too?"

“Do black people have black cum?”

"Why did the cafeteria stop selling peach Snapple?"

"Can a guy, like, nut before his balls drop?"

"Can't you just aim without having to put it in?"

#meme #i literally combed through an ask reddit thread #finding my favorite answers and putting them in a document #just so i could share them here

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God Works Together

John Sawyer

Bedford Presbyterian Church

6 / 16 / 19

John 16:12-15

Romans 5:1-5

“God Works Together”

(Cooperation. . . Dig It!)

When I was growing up, my father would pick me up from school and we would go home and sit on the couch for a little while and watch Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood and Sesame Street. That time with my daddy was very special and I learned some things that have stuck with me. The other day, I was stuck in traffic on our beloved stretch of New Hampshire Highway101 through Bedford. And, as I watched the big earth movers and the dump trucks and the steam rollers and the people who step out into traffic to hold up stop signs so that the heavy equipment can move in and out of the work zone at the right time, all of a sudden, from the cluttered recesses of my mind, I found myself singing an old song from Sesame Street:

Cooperation, makes it happen.

Cooperation, working together. Dig it![1]

I know, I know, I could have sung a song about how ready I am for the road-widening project to be finished, but I don’t know any songs like that. What I do know is that it takes a lot of cooperation to build a road, to play a sport, to build a car, to send people into outer space, or as the original song goes, to plant a community garden. Cooperation is key in so many ways – people working together to do more than one person could do on his or her own.

In the Christian tradition, we believe that God cooperates with God’s own self. God works together in different ways to achieve the holy purposes of God in the universe. Please note that I said, “God (singular) works together” not “gods (plural) work together.” One God. Three Persons. This is the tangled linguistic web that some of our Christian fathers and mothers in the faith wove together as they were trying to come up with the different ways that God works. Christianity, like Judaism and Islam, is a mono-theistic religion. We believe in oneGod. But, we Christians, believe that our one God is at work in “three persons,” as a “Trinity.” You just might remember singing “God, in three persons, blessed Trinity,”[2]a few minutes ago at the start of the worship service. In the church, the Trinity – also known as “the Triune God” – is often referred to as “Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.” By the way, for those of you who might be interested or concerned about such things, there are places in the Bible when the word “Father” is used to talk about God. Jesus does this in today’s passage. But God is so big and mysterious that God does not fit so nicely into the labels that we human beings will often use to try to describe God. This is one reason why the concept of the Trinity is both so helpful and also hard to understand. God – as Loving Parent, and Jesus Christ, and Holy Spirit – works together creating, redeeming, and sustaining all of creation, all living things, even you and me.

Throughout the centuries, using scripture and traditional ways of thinking and talking about God, the church has formulated how we believe it is that the Triune God works together. As we get into the subject of the Trinity, you should know that the words “Father, Son, and Holy Spirit” do not appear in that specific order and pattern very much in the Bible. Jesus only says the Trinitarian “Father, Son, and Holy Spirit” once – when he gives his disciples the Great Commission at the end of the Gospel of Matthew (Matthew 28:19) Instead, what the Bible does give us is glimpses of the Trinity throughout scripture – God, in three persons, working together, cooperating, to bring about the creation of all things, the salvation of the world, and the continued care and support of all creation, working toward God’s great and glorious purposes.

Over the years, people have tried to describe how the Trinity is organized and what the Trinity looks like, but this can all get pretty confusing, pretty fast. Is the Trinity like an egg, as Pastor Karen explained earlier? I do like that example, by the way! Or, if you were to draw a diagram of the Trinity, would it be three circles – one for each person? Are the circles concentric or are they just touching? Does the Father beget the Son and does the Spirit proceed from both of them or do the Son and the Spirit both proceed from the Father? Again, this is the tangled web of words and images and metaphors that our Christian ancestors spent a lot of time and energy arguing about.

For me, one of the more helpful, recent, examples of a way to try to understand the Trinity comes from a British theologian named Jeremy Begbie, who says that there is a big difference in the ways we see things in the world and hear things in the world. For example you can’t see two or three colors in the same place at the same time without them melding together to make some new color. In the same way, Father, Son, and Spirit exist in the same place at the same time – as God – but it can be hard to figure out how they are three distinct persons, and yet one God. As Begbie teaches, though, if you hear one note. . . [A] and then you hear another note. . . [C#] and then you hear another note [E]. . . the notes are existing in the same space at the same time. . . and, if you listen carefully, you can hear each distinct note, but you can also hear the notes working together – cooperating to make a chord, to make beautiful music. The notes are inside of each other, resonating with each other, and enhancing each other. . .[3][End Chord] We might not be able to envision what the Triune God looks like in terms of diagrams or visual metaphors, but I find the use of sound to be helpful here.

One of my seminary professors once wrote that

The doctrine of the Trinity is the always inadequate attempt to interpret [the witness of God’s unfathomable love incarnate in Jesus Christ and celebrated in the community of faith] in the most suitable images and concepts available to the church in a particular era.[4]

In other words, the ways that we try to describe exactly what the Trinity is and how it exactly works always fall short of the mystery of what exactly God is and how exactly God works. There are just some things we do not understand and cannot describe. . . yet. God knows this, and God wants us to know that it will all be okay.

In today’s reading, we find Jesus, on the night of his arrest, giving his “Farewell Discourse” – his fairly lengthy goodbye to his disciples as part of their after-dinner-but-before-going-out-to-the-Garden-of-Gethsemane conversation. Jesus says a lot in his five-chapter-long farewell: “I give you a new commandment, that you love one another. . .” (John 13:34) “In my Father’s house there are many dwelling places. . .” (14:2) “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. . . Do not let your hearts be troubled. Believe in God, believe also in me. . .” (14:27) I could go on. . .

As part of his farewell, Jesus also talks specifically about the Trinity, when he says: “If you love me, you will keep my commandments. And I will ask the Father, and he will give you another Advocate, to be with you forever. This is the Spirit of truth. . .” (14:15-17) Here, we have Jesus talking specifically about the Father and the Spirit – one person of the Trinity talking about the other two (and not in a bad way, mind you).

Today’s reading – a short paragraph from Jesus’ farewell to his disciples – is not one of Jesus’ greatest hits. It doesn’t get read at weddings or funerals and isn’t quoted very often, if at all. By this point in the Gospel of John, Jesus has been talking for a while and – I imagine – his friends are in a bit of information overload. Maybe Jesus senses this, when he says, “I still have many things to say to you,” (16:12) at which point I imagine the disciples thinking, “Oh no, here we go!” But then Jesus gets specific: “I still have many things to say to you, but you cannot bear them now.” “They would be too hard to endure, too heavy for you to carry.”[5] Jesus goes on, though, saying something like, “There are things that God, the Father, wants to say to the world and wants us to understand about what God is doing through Jesus, but we need the Spirit to help us understand the truth about these things.”[6] There is plenty that we do not know about God, but God is working together to reveal the truth about these things in God’s own way and time.

God works together – to teach us, to save us, to help us understand it all a bit better, or maybe just catch glimpses of understanding. But all of God is working together for and with and through all of us – in our hearts, and minds, and souls. God is working together through the mighty acts of creation, that began at the beginning and continue, still. God is working together through the birth, and teaching, and healing, and hospitality, and forgiveness, and love, and dying, and rising of Jesus. God is working together at the heart of who we are, giving us the gifts of faith, and understanding, and hope, and love. Even when the going gets rough – as the Apostle Paul writes in today’s reading from Romans – “God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit. . .” (Romans 5:5) God is working together to do all of this. God’s cooperation makes it happen. . . you dig?

There are all kinds of things about the Trinity that we could talk about this morning, but if there is one thing I would like to leave you with, it is that none of the persons of the Trinity are ever greater than the other two. Yes, there are times when each person of the Trinity has more prominence in a story from the Bible, or we are able to feel a deep sense of God as Creator when we go out into nature, or God as Spirit when we get a sense of God’s presence with us. Some people love Jesus so much that they hang him on a cross on the wall or around their neck. If you go into some churches in Eastern Europe, you can see God the Father depicted prominently as an old white dude with a beard. But true cooperation – true “working together” – is never about who is in charge or more prominent. It is about the task at hand – the love that God has for all of creation.

There are all kinds of things that the Trinity can teach us, but one of the best lessons we can learn is how to work together. If there is anything the world – our country, our community, our church – needs right now, it is more and more working together. There is so much more that can be accomplished together – not just to build roads or send people into outer space, but to build the kingdom of God.

God, in God’s own way of working together, gives us an example to follow. May we do so, trusting that there might be things that are hard to bear or hard to understand. But it is in working together – cooperating in community – that God’s truth is revealed.

May it be so.

In the name of the Triune God: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Amen.

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[1]To see and hear this wonderful song in all its fun glory: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gR34PJOl3K8.

[2]Text: Reginald Heber, 1827. “Holy, Holy, Holy” – Glory to God – The Presbyterian Hymnal (Louisville: Westminster John Knox Press, 2013) 1.

[3]See Dr. Jeremy Begbie describe this, very well, here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E021XK7tHlc.

[4]Daniel Migliore, Faith Seeking Understanding – An Introduction to Christian Theology (Grand Rapids: William B. Eerdmans Publishing Company, 1991) 59.

[5]Walter Bauer, A Greek-English Lexicon of the New Testament. . .(Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1979) 137.

[6]John 16:13-15 – Paraphrased, JHS.

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